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đźđđ€ đđ đđŻđđ«, đđ„đđđ©đšđŻđđ«! | t. fushiguro + k. nanami
đđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ: Taking your daughter to a sleepover with her best buds is easy peasy; ending up staying over at said sleepover to have some fun of your own with the two single dads you're crushing on? Not so much...
đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ: dilfs! Toji + Nanami x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; single parents au - implied you + Nanami are in early 30s; Toji is in late 30s - Tsumiki (age 10), Megumi, Yuuji and Nobara (8) - mutual pining/crushing - fluff then SMUT then fluff - kissing/making out - mutual masturbation (m! + f! receiving) - breast fondling + nipple play + sucking - Daddy kink - threesome - double penetration; anal and vaginal - spoon/sidesaddle dp + reverse cowgirl dp positions - clitoral play (swiping) - praise - breeding kink - cervix fucking - unprotected sex (psa: wrap the willy; don't be silly) - pet names (angel, baby, good girl, love, mama, sweetheart, sweetie) - Nobara is your daughter; Yuuji is Nanami's - mention of drool/spit and tears.
đđšđ«đ đđšđźđ§đ: 9.8k (Christ almighty...)
đđźđđĄđšđ«'đŹ đđšđđ: based on this ask from one of my anons; so happy to be writing an actual fic after a month, yippeee!! and tysm for 7.7k, my loveliesss!!
âHahah, I win again!â
âNo fair, I used the aerials like you taught me, what!?
âYeah, but thereâs no point using them if youâre just gonna let Itadori counter.â
âShut up, Megumi! Hey, Yuuji, one more time!â
âHey, keep it down, you three.â You warn the children who cause a ruckus in the living room from the dining table.Â
Thereâs nothing wrong with hanging with friends or going to someoneâs house to play. Children are highly encouraged to do so to form deeper relationships! Itâs what youâd want for your child, your sweet daughter poking out of her public shyness now that sheâs playing video games with two of her best friends at a playdate.
Your daughter, Nobara, heard your warning and swerved her head back to apologize. âSorry, momma! Itadoriâs just cheating!â
âNo, Iâm not!â The pink-haired boy sitting next to your brunette daughter on the living room floor retorts. âShe just sucks at playing!â
âWhy youâŠâ The two kids glare and argue to themselves while another sits on the living room couch and sighs at the interaction before him. Megumi was his name, the raven-haired boy putting his attention back on the animal encyclopedia he was reading.Â
You chuckle before speaking again, âWell, cheating or not, keep your voices down, okay? Tsumiki is trying to do her homework.âThe kids nod and return to their fun on the television; the sounds of controller buttons mashing and clicking fill the absence of their voices, and you go back to what you were primarily doing. âNeed any help there, Tsumiki?â
The fourth grader perks up from using her name, flashing a weary smile in your direction. âIâm trying to find these countries for my quiz on Monday, but where are Colombia and GuyanaâŠ?â The paper before the little girl exhibited a blank sheet with a map of the North and Southern American continents; a word bank is provided to the side with a list of countries.Â
Getting up from your chair, you walk to the vacant side where Tsumiki is and sit alongside her. âHmm, letâs look at this togetherâŠâ
This wasnât your home; it belonged to the father of Yuuji Itadori. Staying during your daughterâs playdates was a rarity, particularly in another parentâs house. Yet today is a Friday, and you didnât really have much to do other than clean the apartment and maybe catch up on a show or two. Besides, it didnât hurt to watch the kids play and laugh now and then.
Luckily, you arenât the only parent here; two other parents are taking out of their day to monitor the kids with you! The only problem is thatâŠthey make your stay a bit difficult.
Footsteps are heard descending the hall from the bedrooms, and your eyes peer to find a man walking into the kitchen area. âHowâs studying going?â Golden blonde hair was the first you see, followed by the pleasant look of his chocolate brown eyes. A slim-fit grey long-sleeved shirt hugs his frame well, accompanied by dark-fitted jeans and dress socks. Kento Nanami, Yuujiâs adoptive father, has entered the scene and has made your heart skip to an irregular tune.
Thankfully, saving you from making a fool, Tsumiki answers the man. âGood, Auntie Y/n is helping me remember countries of South America!â She says with a blinding smile.Â
âIs that so?â Nanami opens a cupboard to pull out a glass to pour water. âYou think youâll be okay for the quiz?â
âMmmm, if I remember five countries out of ten, I should be fine. I know more, thanks to Y/n!â
âGood,â your breath hitches when he walks to stand behind the chair you were sitting on. âAnd how are those three?âÂ
You cough before averting your gaze to the living room. âTheyâre fine,â you watch your daughter exclaim in glory after finally beating Yuuji in the video game. The salmon-haired child groans in defeat, standing up to switch with Megumi so the other can play. âNobara loves playing with the boys; they make her competitive spirit wild. Itâs funny because sheâs usually quiet and soft-spoken around me and others. However, that doesnât explain her track record with terrorizing the boys of the schoolâŠâ
Nanami chortles at your observation, the sound almost hypnotizing you. âChildren bring out a different side in each other, helps them grow.â
âWise wordsââ Â
Grrooorrr!
You both stop at the sound of a rumble, glancing at Tsumiki to see that it is her grumbling stomach. The child chews her quivering lip and hides her face by looking back at her homework. You giggle, âYou hungry?â She nods slowly. âMe too, sweetie; the pizza should be here any minute.â
âThatâs odd,â Nanami takes a sip from his glass. âHe said the food would be done by the time heâs off work. Itâs almost 7 oâclock, is there traffic onââ
KA-CHA! CLACK-CLINK!
âYo, Iâm here with the pizzas,â another voice, a lot lower and gruff than the blondeâs, enters the space. Your heart skips again, and you instinctively turn to find the source â you know who the source is.Â
Giant steps draw near the kitchen area, keys rustle as he stuffs them inside his jeans pocket, and the other hand holds three pizza boxes. After putting the food on the kitchen island, the man scratches his onyx head and stretches. His loose-fit cotton sweatshirt slips for a peak of his abs to be seen, and your eyes pull back before they hook onto the tanned skin for too long. Green eyes capture yours, and a smirk uproots the scar on the right of his lips. âHey, Y/n,â the way he says your name pulls you in. âGood thing I caught ya before you could leave.â
You gulp to wet a dry throat. âItâs good to see you, too, Toji.â
Toji Fushiguro, the father of Tsumiki and Megumi, strides from the island down to where you three are, ruffling his daughterâs brown hair as a greeting. âHowâs homework goinâ?â
She swats her fatherâs hand away, fixing her ponytail. âItâs okay, Iâm just hungry now.â
On that note, you decided it was time for everyone to take a break and eat. âAll right, kids, the pizzaâs here; come over and eat!â Nobara wastes no time springing out of the couch and sprints for the dining chair next to Tsumiki after you stand to grab the paper plates.Â
The boys donât move, eyes glued to the screen and fingers moving across the controllers. Nanami tries to get their attention again, only for Yuuji to excuse themselves for a few minutes. The golden-haired father looks to the other before giving him a curt nod, a signal for Toji to walk to where the boys were sitting and turn off the television. They groan in unison before the black-haired man picks them up effortlessly and waltzs back to the dining table. âTime to eat, squirts.â
You have known Nanami for a long time, meeting him around when Nobara was still aged by months and could barely walk. Being a first-time parent is no easy task, especially since the man took Yuuji as his own after the death of the babyâs parents and grandfather when he was just a newborn. The transition from sober salaryman to committed fatherhood wasnât an gradual one. But you know what they say: it takes a village, no matter how big or small. You found Nanami at the perfect time while you took care of Nobara, lending a helping hand to the single guardian whenever he needed advice or help looking after the pink-haired babe. Heâd return the favor, of course, having you two spending and getting to know more about each other throughout the years. So, as the babies grew and became friends, so did you and him.Â
Toji entered your life around the same time as well; a single father of two was just as [if not more] challenging as your scenario. Not to mention â the poor man had to work ungodly hours, sometimes calling up a friend to look after his kids. You felt for him, even Nanami, so youâd help him out as well whenever he needed it, whether it be picking up Tsumiki and dropping her off at daycare or rocking three-month-old Megumi to sleep and waiting for the father to return home safely deep in the night.
Without the hood of parenthood, you three wouldnât have become such good friends. Although there have been rough moments, at least you had the two to share and relate with if necessary. Youâre so thankful for both fathers being in your life, serving as dependable outlets as you three grow along with your children. And itâs an even bigger blessing watching the kids have become great friends â practically inseparable! Words cannot express the gratitude for Nanami and Toji, treasuring the men so much that youâd love to maintain this mutual relationship with them as long as possible.
Being friends is more than enough; however, a tiny piece of yourself wishes something more to come out of this friendship. Admitting that to yourself is enough to have your ears heat up in shame. Crushing on the two fathers like some school girl, how embarrassingâŠ
But can you blame yourself? As you all sit down and eat around the dinner table, you find it hard to restrict your eyes from wandering to either side of the table where the men sit.Â
Donât get it twisted; youâve always thought of the dads to be attractive men. However, the more time youâve spent visiting and getting to know them, youâve found that theyâve become more and more charming as the years go by. Now, it has gotten a lot worse.
Nanami is so entrancing to the eye â damn near looks as if he walked out of a movie set. His mocha eyes were so soft and perfect with his mellow tone. The charismatic blonde easily played with your heart with how attentive he was, making sure if you and Nobara ever needed anything or ever wanted someone to voice with. God, he was too good to be true, it was hard not to fall in love with him â you were honestly mesmerized the moment he first said your name. Now, solely seeing him is enough to make your ears hot and your heart race. Your admiration for him threatens to dwell into that of a childish crush â how mortifying!Â
And Toji â fuck, that man. Aside from having a body literally sculpted like an Olympic athlete, the dark-haired man was somebody who knew how to wind you down. Maybe it was the baritone voice that always captured your attention or the mischievous jokes and flirts heâd throw your way; whatever it was, Toji knew how to draw you in. Sure, you were a little intimidated by him at the start, but thatâs long been substituted with feelings of trust and mutual respect from seeing how much of a good father he tries to be for his children. Although, the more you hear his gruff laugh, see his smile pull the scar, or forest green eyes drilling holes into your very being, the more you want to slap yourself for thinking about him day by day!
Goddamn it! As you sit at this table chewing on your pizza slice with the others, all you can think about is how pathetic you must be for falling for the two heartthrobs of your life. Itâs appalling how these two fathers have yet to snatch up somebody, knowing there would be lines of people wanting a piece of them. And you sigh heavily, thinking if thereâs ever a possibility youâd be lucky enough to be on the receiving end with either.
Probably notâŠ
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âAnnnnd BAM! UNO!â
âWhat?? Youâre cheating!â
âAm not! You can put draw twos on plus fours!â
âHah!? Thatâs not in the rules!â
âSo? Thatâs how my mom plays.â
Why am I being brought into this⊠You shake your head as you observe the kids play their final card game before bed. All the children are dressed in their respective pajamas, sitting in a circle around couch pillows as they draw and place cards down. The sunset has long been set as the hour hand touches the eleventh number; the kids usually go to bed at eight or nine. But itâs the weekend and meant to be a sleepover, so one or two more hours of fun shouldnât hurt anyone.
âUNO Out!!â Except for the heavy groans shared with Megumi and Yuuji as Nobara finishes the card game with an enthusiastic slam, turning around to give the older brunette a high five. âSee, Tsumiki? I told you I can handle it!â
âMan, thatâs not fair,â Yuuji throws his card pile to the floor in exasperation. âWish I knew about that rule beforehand.â
Megumi does the same, âYou shouldâve made the rules clear before we played the game.â
âWahh, keep complaining, loser,â Your daughter annoys the boy with a blown raspberry. âFine, we can try again; if I win, Iâll have Yuuji's bed to myself and Tsumiki.â
âNot happening!â You and the salmon-haired child deny the winnerâs request, and the girl only snickers mischievously while Tsumiki deals the cards.Â
Saved by the sound of footsteps approaching from the hall, Nanami is now here to dismiss the bunch. âAll right, kids, time for bed.â Every one of them mourned at the statement; Yuuji quickly requested five more minutes, only to be shut down by his father. âNope. Iâm done with my shower, so you four must get to bed â that was the deal.â
âAww manâŠâ The four begrudgingly get up from the living room floor after putting the cards away and setting the pillows back on the couches. Before they leave, they wish you a good night. âGoodnight, Mom!â Nobara comes rushing to you for you to kiss her cheek.
âGoodnight, sweetpea,â you let go of her so she could run back. âAnd you three â where are my kisses?â Yuuji and Tsumiki happily come for you to place a goodnight kiss on their cheek. All thatâs left is the silent child of the bunch who, unfortunately, doesnât slip past your eyes. âThat means you too, Megumi. Or else Iâll chase you down and kiss you up a storm like last time, you hear?â
The black-haired one fights a smile creeping his face, slowly taking steps to where you sat and fidgets as you kiss his cheek. You wish the boy goodnight, and he follows the others down the hall to the bedroom after doing the same.Â
âFushiguroâs in the shower now.â Now that the children are gone, Nanami sits on the left side of the couch before dimming the ceiling lights. He turns on the television, âSeems like theyâre having fun.â
âMmm, they are,â you settle by the middle to be close to him. âI canât believe theyâre all so big now. Didnât Yuuji just turn eight years old last month?â
âMhmm, heâs now the same age as Nobara and Megumi,â he says with a smile. âFor a little while, that is. He is the youngest, after all.â
âYouâre right, poor thing.â You giggle with a stretch. âNobaraâs gonna be nine this August, and Megumi at the end of the yearâŠâ
âHmm. We are old.â
That made you laugh hysterically as the delivery of the comment sounded so defeated yet true. Itâs okay, though, since Nanami was laughing himself with a shaken head. âDonât say it like that! They say you get sexier during your thirties.â
âAre you sure about that? My grandfather had photos from his thirties, and he was balding and getting chunkier before turning thirty-five.â More laughter seeps through your lips. âI donât know, Y/n; not all of us can keep fit like Fushiguro; he still works out while halfway approaching forty.â
âNow, hold on, Nanamin,â you grin while pointing to Nanami, and you can see him try to fight a smile after using the nickname he supposedly doesnât like. âYou canât say shit, either; you still look like a model coming straight out of a Menâs Vogue magazine!â That made him laugh more, the sound warming your heart. "You still got it, Kento; a real prince charming."
âWhy thank you, Y/n,â he appreciates the compliment.
âOf course.âÂ
The silence following that felt unsettling and had you fidgeting with the bottom of your halter top. Five uncomfortable minutes of nothing but the lowered volume of the television to fill the space. Come on, Y/n, keep the conversation going. âSo, almost ten years, huh? A whole decade.â You watch Nanami nod along through your peripheral. âI remember the first time I met you; you looked like you barely got any sleep for the past month.â
âBecause I didnât. I was hassling with back-to-back meetings, on the cusp of finding another job to take outside of being a salaryman, and then had little newborn Yuuji to come home and put to sleep after feeding. Thank God you could babysit for him with Nobara; Iâm forever grateful.â
âOh God, I remember when you came home so tired while I was rocking both to sleep. I think that was the first and only time Iâve ever seen you fall asleep on the couch; so tired you forgot to greet me!âÂ
âWe donât talk about that,â he scratches his ear. âThat wasnât so bad when we promised to watch over Megumi and Tsumiki during the weekend while Fushiguro went to take up so many jobs. He fell to his knees once he passed the threshold, and I had to walk him to his bed.âÂ
You tittered at the recollection â all the memories mentioned made you feel warm and glad, all the years coming back to you with a happy memory. âWeâve done good, though. We managed, and the kids are growing to be good friends.â
âBefore you know it, maybe Nobara will come to you about liking the boysââ
âThat isnât happening; I asked her the question like three weeks ago, and she said if she and the boys were the last people on Earth, sheâd kill herself.â Nanami gasped and stifled a laugh, but you could see his shoulders bounce. âA third grader â an eight-year-old â telling me sheâd off herself rather than be with one of the boys. Talk about radical...At least she loves to hang with them; she loves those boys like theyâre her little brothers.âÂ
The blonde hums to your words. âThem being close is a blessing. I guess thatâs thanks to us, having each otherâs backs all these years.âÂ
Itâs your turn to nod to him. âTrue, and Iâm just glad they like being with each other.â
âSame here; Yuuji likes being with you guys,â he throws his head back. ââŠJust like I do.â
You blink. âWhat do you mean?â Suddenly, you feel as though you shouldnât have asked that question because the way Nanami turns his head to look at you nearly paralyzes you. Oh my GodâŠ
âI like being with you.â He says it tenderly, only for your ears to pick up. âYou make me feel at peace when youâre around, and Iâm not as close to anyone as I am with you. A decade of you being in my life has made it more serene andâŠfun. So, I like it when youâre with me.â
You didnât breathe a single puff of air during his speech. The worst part was that these were Nanamiâs words â they were genuine. You could feel it in his bronze gaze, your heart unable to control itself.Â
And it doesnât help that your eyes took in every detail of him; his hair, usually neat and styled, is now down and damp from the shower, strands of hair sticking to his forehead. His home wear comprised a loose sweatshirt and dark grey sweats, but you snuck a glance of his collarbone that peaks from the opening collar of his shirt. You move your gaze to the floor to stop yourself from looking any further, or else more fuel for indecent fantasies will be stored for later!
Fingers fiddle with each other as you chew on your lip. God, Y/n, just fucking say it! âI, uhhâŠI like being with you, too, Nanami.â
âDo you really have to go?â He scoots in. âYou know I donât mind you staying over.â
âIâahemâI think, yeahâŠI wouldnât want to intrude on you and Toji; Iâm sure you two would wanna catch up on stuff. Iâll just come back and pick Nobara up in the morning beforeââ
You stop uttering more once you feel a sudden hand on your right shoulder. Turning to your left, you didnât even realize Nanami scooting to be so close to you, his face a handâs length away from yours. Once again, you have forgotten how to breathe. And when he places his left hand on your right that lies on your lap? You donât move a centimeter.
âI want you to stay,â his tone low and sincere. âI wasnât kidding when I said I like you being around me. IâŠâ He brings your hand to his lips, and a soft kiss makes you gasp faintly. âI love it, actually.â
You gulped. Thereâs no way this is happening right now. Thereâs just no way! âKentoââ
âI mean it.â He kisses your knuckles again, his eyes locked in with yours. He chuckles, âYou were right.â
âAboutâŠwhat?â
âAs you grew older, you have changed quite a lot. YouâreâŠWell, no, youâve always been pretty. But, all these years, youâve become a lot more beautiful,â he draws his face in closer. âBreathtaking,â you instinctively close your eyes when his nose brushes yours. âSexier.â
Nanamiâs lips land on yours on the final word, and you donât move a muscle when he does so. They felt soft against yours, perfect for the mellow kiss. It doesnât last long, only a few seconds. Yet you quivered as he withdrew, placing his forehead against yours as his hand weaved with your fingers.Â
âKenâŠâ Fuck, this is too much. The hand on your shoulder exhibits no interest in getting off. âI canât, I have toââ he shushes you with another kiss.Â
âItâs okay, sweetheart,â What the fuck!? Did he just use a pet name on you? âYou know I can take care of you, right? Even for one night,â you tremble when he licks your bottom lip. âStay for tonight, okay?â
âKento..â He pauses when you hesitantly remove your right hand from his grasp, thinking youâd push him off. But then you bring both hands to cup his sunken cheeks, caressing him with your thumbs. ââŠMore.â
He doesnât wait a second, accepting your request and bringing his back on yours. Small pecks to the lips gradually become more arousing and tilted heads to achieve a better angle for entry. You moan to his mouth, and so does he. Tongues slowly become adventurous, twirling with each other and exploring the otherâs mouth. It feels so good; you lean into Nanamiâs hold with every kiss. And he happily accepts you as he gives you more.Â
Jesus Christ, something straight out of a dream. And if it was, you only hope to indulge in it for a little longer. More, moreâ
âWhat do we have here?â
However, you canât indulge if another person comes into the frey unsuspectedly.Â
Two bodies retreat from each other, sitting awkwardly on the couch appropriately as Toji walks into the living room. Your lips shook with anxiousness, stealing a glimpse of Tojiâs smirk as he walked to your right. You sneak a glance at Nanami, seeing the shade of pink rise on his skin lightly, and you cover your face to shield yourself. Fucking fuck, this is embarrassing!
âDonât act all shy on me now, you two.â Tojiâs weight dents the right side of the couch, extending his arm to be behind you. âDonât be scared, I wonât tell anyone.â
âDid you check the kids?â Nanami fakes a cough.
âOut like a light,â he answers, creeping his hand from behind onto your shoulder. You shudder at his calloused touch and gruff laugh. âWhatâs goinâ on, Y/n?â You meekly turned to look at him. Same with Nanami, Tojiâs dark hair was damp from the shower, substituting his day outfit with a blank tank top and grey sweatpants. It took everything in your power not to peek at his pecs or exposed biceps.Â
You avert your eyes from his. âNothingâŠâ You saw his chest jerk from a scoff.Â
âWow, you two are really gonna act like some kids, huh.â His snark remark has you both flattening your lips in shame. âAct all quiet when somethinâ happened.â
He prompted you to question. âHow muchâŠdid you see?â
âI saw the kiss â you looked like you were enjoyinâ it.â He purposely said that to make your cheeks hot, the brazen bastard. âBut I heard Kent here say he means it when he likes havinâ ya âround.â
Nanami speaks up while scratching his brow. âY/n was, uhh, just about to leave.â
Toji lifts a brow. âLeave? When the night is still young?â He subtly shakes you. âWhy so soon, hmm? Itâs the weekend; I just got outta the shower anâ hoped youâd be here a lil' while.â He spoke to you slowly. It was a dangerous approach with that husky voice. He squeezes your shoulder when youâre not answering.Â
âI justâŠ.You and Nanami probably have some âguy stuffâ you wanna catch up on, and I donât want to come in between that, you know?â Itâs here you muster the courage to look at the raven-haired man. Big mistake; now he has your attention where he wants it.
âSo considerate, huh,â his free hand comes to your cheek, and youâre frozen as he plays with the flesh of it. âI think you should stay, Y/n. What kind of friends would we be if we let you drive out late."Â
Itâs hard to remind your body to breathe when Toji is surveying you intimately. What the fuckâwhy is this happening all of a sudden!?? âYouâToji, itâs okay, Iâllââ
âBesides,â he teases you by rubbing your earlobe with his thumb and forefinger. âI like you beinâ here, too.â Youâre too distracted from him bringing his face to your neck to kiss, evoking an unstable gasp. âLookinâ all pretty frâ meâŠâ
âTojiâŠâAhh!â You didnât notice him slide his hands down to the chest area of your halter top, his large palms groping your breasts affectionately. His kneads are rough yet pleasing, having you whimpering for him. âDonât touch soâŠHahhhâŠâ
âBad girl,â he chuckles to your ear after placing a kiss on your cheek. âOver here lettin' Kent touch you and think you can leave without me havinâ you for a bit, especially when you were eyein' us up earlier today...â He kisses your lips to take in your silent squeaks from fondling your chest, and you mewl for him. âDaddy wants you, too, babyâŠHeh, so does Kent.â
You peer to your left to see the mentioned man, and youâre taken aback to see him close to your side again. Holy shit. You literally questioned about this earlier, wondering if youâd ever be on the receiving side of these two. You did NOT expect this answer to come out of the blue within a few hours! And now that itâs here, how could you leave now?! This is what you wanted. And â to your surprise â so did they.Â
You swallow spit and lift your left leg to the couch. And Nanami notices the initiative, coming between your legs to kiss your lips again. Your back pressed against Tojiâs chest, youâre caged between the two men who seek to pleasure you in this proximity. You moan to Nanami sucking on your tongue, coinciding with the satisfying kneads of your breasts.Â
Suddenly, Nanami breaks the kiss with a groan, and Toji chortles close to your ear. Curious, your eyes venture down to find that Tojiâs hand grasps the tent of the blondeâs sweatpants. âEnjoyinâ yârself, huh, Kent?â Toji strokes his hand on the boner, evident through the clothes.
âToji, stâHnnnâŠ!â You watch this, eyeing Nanamiâs composure slip away as his cock is being touched. The older man willingly massages his friendâs dick, and you observe how he effortlessly makes the sand-headed man hornier with his hand alone. It makes you feel hot, sensing a throbbing sensation in between your thighs. So, you silently bring a hand to sneak inside the hem of your wide-leg jeans.Â
But you donât go unnoticed because Toji kisses your cheek. âLike what ya see, sweetie?â He rests his chin on your shoulder. âWant me to take care of you? Here,â he then takes your hand to swap with his, your fingers feeling the rough skin of Nanamiâs cock as you hold it. âMake him feel good, âkay?âÂ
You couldnât believe it â Nanamiâs hot, living cock was in your grasp. And as you have begun to stroke him, the noises he made turned you on even more. His veins are felt in your very palm, and precum exuding from his urethra lubricates the pretty fingers around his length. You canât help but imagine how it would feel to have him ease the aching pulses between your legs, how good it would feel to have his girth massage your insides.
But your crude thoughts are interrupted by Tojiâs left hand skillfully unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans, slithering inside your panties, and meeting your wet cunt with his fingers. You jolt, but heâs right there to coo, âRelax, mama,â his free hand squeezes your chin to turn and face him. âDaddyâs gotchaâŠSo fuckinâ beautiful,â Toji slams his lips into you for a steamier kiss, and you lose yourself.
Your hand on Nanami goes faster, eliciting extra precum to escape and stain the material of his sweats. Nanami leans forward to lick and suck the skin of your neck, forcing you to break the kiss with Toji to wail inaudibly while his fingers brush up on your soaked folds with unforgiving speed. Not to mention his bulge grinding against your backâŠ
âAhhnn, wait, guyss, we canâtâMmmmâŠ!â Toji kisses you again, grinning at your expression as he sucks and nibbles on your tongue. âWe canât do thisâŠNot hereâŠâ
âWhy?â Nanami blows on your ear. âWhatâs wrong, love?â
CREEAAKK!!
Thatâs whatâs wrong!
Like a flipped switch, all three adults unscrew themselves away from each other and sit back into their original positions. Nanami immediately pulls his pants back up, using a couch pillow to hide the situation that shouldnât be present as heâs sitting in the living room. Toji follows suit, leaning on the couch arm.Â
Sounds of tiny footsteps draw near, and they belong to none other than your daughter, who sleepily rubs her eyes coming into the space. You are the first thing she sees, âMomma? Youâre still here?âÂ
âMhmm,â you hoped you didnât sound too off. âIâm just watching a movie with Uncle Toji and Kento. What are you doing up?â
âI thought I heard your voice,â Nobara walks to you and puts her head on your shoulder, and you voluntarily pick her up to have her sit on your lap. You smile; even though sheâs growing day by day, sheâs still your baby at heart. âDidnât you say youâd leave after I go to bed?â
âYeah, I was supposed to,â the two men sitting on either side of the couch say nothing. âAnd I canât go now, seeing youâre still up.â
Nobara nuzzles into your neck. âDoes that mean youâll spend the night, too?âÂ
âMmm, I wish I could, sweetpea,â you kiss her forehead. âBut I didnât bring any change of clothes or pajamas. I donât even have my toothbrush â Iâd be walking around with stinky breath.â You hear the girl giggle at your words.
What you just said gave the two fathers an idea, the men giving each other a look before saying anything. âI have some unused travel-size toothbrushes and toothpaste Iâve kept from business trips.â Nanami inquires; you put your foot in your mouth on that one.
Toji adds, âYou can use the sweatshirt I wore today as PJs. I donât mind.â Â
Of course, you donât. Shaking your head, you knew what the two were insinuating. The adult language is too nuanced for your daughter to pick up on. Itâs not like youâve never slept over Nanamiâs place before; youâve done it dozens of times â even Tojiâs! However, this time was different; you three have crossed a line you didnât think was possible. What happened minutes ago was a mere taste of what could happen if you three decided to change this relationship into something more intimate. And now, after revealing the curiosity, the men were all in to see it through.
âŠAnd yet, you canât say you donât feel the same either. Are you kidding? You have goosebumps just thinking back on how close you three were, how their hands and lips felt on your skin, and their attention placed on nothing â on no one else â but you. It made your heart beat uncontrollably, knowing that your decade-long crush on them was being favored in more ways than one â like a dream come true!
âMom?â Snapping back to reality, you peer to Nobara, who awaits your answer. With a smile, you boop her nose with a finger.
âOnly if you go back to sleep, sweetpea.â
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The hour hand had finally met the twelfth number, the midnight hour designating the quiet neighborhood into a calm slumber. Light posts automatically turn on to display the sidewalk, yet the darkness of the night serves as a blanket to cover the silent homes.Â
Nanamiâs home was simple â a one-floor house perfect for the blonde man and his son. Aside from the living room and kitchen, it had a hall that harbored the bedrooms, Yuujiâs guest bathroom, and closet. The children were all resting in Yuujiâs room, the first door to the left youâd meet when entering the hallway. Other than the master bedroom, there was no other room besides the living room couch for you to sleep in.Â
Being by yourself is something Nanami wouldnât want, and Toji wouldâve primarily taken the couch since you had no plans of staying. But since thatâs been changed, the two men took this opportunity to enjoy their sleepover with your company, using the master bedroom at the end of the hall to further themselves from the ears of the snoring kids. Tonight, youâd finally have your answer by being spoiled by your crushes all night.
âDahhh, Toji, yer tongueâŠfingersâŠOhhh!â
âFuck, Y/n, you look so gorgeousâŠHere, kiss me, angel.â
âMmmm, fuckinâ shit, yâ taste so goodâŠWaited so long fr' this..."
You were practically stuck with them the moment they locked the door. After borrowing Nanamiâs shower, your nude body was met with hungry hands and hot kisses, drowning your senses with their overwhelming presence. Three naked bodies lie on the bed, you with your back to the sheets and legs spread. To your right was Nanami, making out with you lovingly while a hand cups and massages a breast. Toji had his face nestled between your thighs, his tongue licking around your labia and fucking your vagina, inspiring you to cry for the blonde next to you. The older man also pleases you by fingering your asshole with lube, conditioning it for future use.
You melt into Nanamiâs kiss, and soft tweaks on your nipple make you mewl into his lips more. But you withdraw to scream, âAhhaaa! Kentoo, touch me moreâŠâ
âHmm? What, baby?â He presses his lips to your cheek, kissing your chin to the outlet between your neck and shoulders. âYou like it when I play with your chest?â A low snicker humors him from watching you nod, and he brings his mouth to your nipple to suck on.Â
You grip the sheets, âOhhh, hoooâŠ! Tojiii, yâre gonna make me câUuuhh!â
He separates his mouth from your soapy folds, and your liquids stick to his chin. What an obscene sight with the grin he has on his face. âYeah? Ya wanna cum on my mouth, mama?â Unlike Nanami, Toji doesnât take a nod; heâs a bit of an asshat, so he licks your clitoris to tease. âUse them words, baby; wanna hear you say it frâ me.â
âYâYesss, yes, I do,â a hushed howl after Toji sucks on your pearl and the other rubbing on your nipple to the roof of his mouth. âPleaseee, I wanna cumâŠ!â
âHeh, well, donât go cumminâ on me just yet,â he kisses your slit before straightening up and pats your inner thigh. âAll ready frâ ya, Kent.â
Nanami then releases your nipple with a âpopâ and maneuvers to lay on his side. âCome here,â he asks, resting your head on his arm and lifting your leg. You hum at the contact of his glans meeting your cunt, âSo wet for me, huh?â He pushes his cock to the entrance, and you gasp at the tip inserted into your vagina. âRelax, angel,â he coos to you with a kiss on your nose, gauging your reaction as he slowly snugs your vagina with every inch of his cock.Â
Your mouth goes agape at the stretch of you taking him in; the feeling of his cock feels too good and surreal. And the brush of his dick on your sweet spots has you squeak, same with him poking on your cervix. He throws in a few thrusts to start, but you didnât expect that. No, fuck! He rubs on your walls at a precise angle, prompting your orgasm to come a bit too quickly to comprehend. So, you have to bite your lip to keep your scream hushed, letting the flutter of your cunt speak for you.Â
And Nanami notices it, hissing at the contraction. ââHnnm! ShitâŠDid you cum, sweetheart?â
âOh, did they?â And here comes Toji, straddling both the bodies below him. He leans into your face, licking your ear. âFelt that good, huh, baby? We havenât even started.â He kisses your forehead before uncurling back up and aligning his dick to your lubed anus. Then, he pushes the tip to be swallowed by your puckered hole, and you mumble small prayers as his fat length is pushed inside. âShit, this tight assâŠâ
The older man begins to move into you, his shaft churning the inside of your ass. Nanami does the same, his cock scraping your insides synched with Tojiâs rhythm. The movement has you immediately making noise beyond your control, wails bouncing around the space between you and the men.Â
It isnât long before the two find a groove; Toji pistons his cock with every pull of Nanamiâs, and sounds of skin slapping lasciviously against each other are picked up by your ears. How could you not tighten more around the limbs inside you, especially when they scrape on against your tender wails so accurately? Especially after coming, your nerves have not yet recovered from the wave earlier.Â
âOhh! Hoooh fuuuck,â your back arches a bit, helping the sand-haired man to find a better angle to scratch the upper wall of your vagina. Your vision is screwed shut, making it easier to indulge in the sensation of their cocks ravaging your insides.Â
Toji sees you from up top, his eyes traveling down to your ass and whistling at the sight of you taking his and the otherâs dick. âDamn, ya feel so good, Y/n. Ass so tight, act like ya donât wanna let go.â
God, whyâd he have to say it like that? Your face was hot enough; did he want to make you melt on this bed? And Nanami doesnât make it any better. âHeheh, they twitched,â he says matter-of-factly.
âYeah, felt it, tooâŠWhatâs goinâ on, sweetie?â Toji pulls his cock until his cockhead is on the verge of coming out, and he slams it back down to have you moan aloud. âYa like beinâ fucked like this? Takinâ Daddyâs cock like a good girlâŠ?â
âTheyâre gripping me again.â
âKen, stoop!!â The fair-headed man laughs at your protest, your resilience still present even if itâs wiped away in seconds when Toji quickens his pace. âNnhhhâŠ! N-Not too fast, Iâm sensitâveeeâAhhh!âÂ
âYou say that, but your body says otherwise, love,â Kento brings a hand to your hip to massage. ââNnnn! JesusâŠwanna cum so badâŠâ
Oh, fuck, imagine: being filled to the brim by Nanamiâs come? Being stuffed by both of them? It turned you on so bad. ââOhhhGod, please, cum inside me!â
Gold eyebrows furrow. âI canât, baby; donât got a condom onââ
âItâs okay, I want itâŠ!â The thought of getting pregnant again should be the very last thing that should pop into your mind right now. And yet, being knocked up by these two has you craving Nanamiâs release even more. âPleaseeplease, I want you to fill me upâŠ! Donât hold back for me, Ken.â You can tell heâs still on the fence about it. But with a kiss on his nose and a soft hand on his cheek, you convince him otherwise.
âWanna be the mother of my child so bad, huh?â He says with a chortle, âSo beautifulâŠâ Before he snaps his hips into you, Nanami brings you in for one more kiss and wraps his hand on your shoulder to keep you close. He ruts into you with purpose, making sure heâs balls-deep with every push and reaching the deepest he can. You howl at the brush of your cervix again, allowing him to use you to chase his climax.
âOh? You got him going, now,â Toji comments from above with a smirk, still maintaining the pace with Nanami despite the younger male going erratic. Your screams go higher and higher, so you bring in a hand to cover up the noise. This was not the time to test how thick the bedroom walls were, despite the kids sleeping a closet and office away.Â
Nanami groans into your lips; his length relentlessly rubs your silky texture. And when his orgasm does reach him, he grinds his pelvis, stirring his length so deep that you canât help but writhe with him. You can feel his penis pulsate with every pump of his load inside you, satisfying your excitement as your hand massages his skull. He keeps you like this until his body has calmed down, sluggishly removing his pillowy lips from yours with a sigh.Â
Chocolate brown orbs are fixated on yours, the hand on your hip coming up to wipe spit from your face. âGod, you drive me crazy. Making me cum inside, one childâs not enough?â
You titter, âWell, wouldnât hurt to have another, you think?âŠMmmm,â you almost forget about Toji. The raven-haired man removes himself from your ass, his shaft still standing.
âDonât forget âbout me, now,â he reminds you two of his presence, getting his frame off you both so you can move around.Â
You stand with your knees between Nanamiâs legs while he sits upright. âCome here,â he places his hands on your hips and leads you back onto his cock. This time, heâs the one entering your asshole, and you both moan at the union of your sexes. Once your ass meets the base of his pelvis, his arms wrap around your waist and carefully bring you down with him. Your back to his chest, his lips to your ear. âSo tight and warmâŠHmmm.â
This position is new to you â in fact, this was all new! You canât remember the last time you had your body this close and intimate with another figure. Itâs been so long â damn near bizarre - especially when your heat is transferring with the gold-haired man behind you. The aroused hums to your ears have you throb involuntarily; you could melt into his arms right about now.
That thought goes out the window when Tojiâs weight has you looking in front of you, and your brain nearly shuts down at the sight of the older man coming in between your legs to lift them, his emerald eyes locked on yours. Jesus, fuck! You had to turn away â it was all too much!Â
âAh ahh, donât go turninâ âway from me,â he gives your legs for Nanami to hold from the back of your knees, and then he cups your cheeks and moves your face back to him. âWaited almost ten years to have you like this, so I wanna see all of you, mama.â Just when your face couldnât get any more unreasonably hot, this handsome bastard just had to say that while fondling your chest! And it doesnât help the other charming face is placing kisses on your neck.Â
Toji uses this position to spread your folds; he canât suppress the ardent smirk lifting his scar. âKent did his thing on you, and ya still want more, huh?â You press your lips together when he slaps his glans on your leaky chasm. âWatch...â Your eyes follow down to the tip of his dick, vulgarly using the come seeping out of you as lube. You gasp sharply at the insertion, âBreathe frâ me, baby,â he coaxes you through every inch of him, burrowing inside your inner channel that you almost forget to blink from the display. The girth of him has you wail beneath him, and you cry at the poke of your cervix again! Christ, you donât know how long you can do this.Â
ââHnnghâŠ! Fuck, good girl,â the dark-haired one praises, grinding his pelvis down to churn more friction inside you. âSo good frâ Daddy...â
Slow ruts to your chasm begin the second round, three bodies rocking within a mutual cadence. You throw your head back with shut eyelids concentrating on the two dicks that push to and fro from your holes and scrape your walls. And a choked scream leaves your frame at the jab of your cervix again.Â
âOhhhshiit,â eyebrows furrow with a chewed lip, and the two men begin to quicken the pace. âHooohGod! Fâeel so goodâŠAhahhn!â
Toji puts his hands on the headboard as leverage, using his hips and the flex of his abdomen to take control. Fuck, seeing his nude physique so up close was too marvelous; it couldnât be true â it shouldnât be!Â
And Nanami is no better while whispering to your ear. âFeeling good, Y/n?â He teases your lobe with a lick, âGripping on us like crazy as if youâve been waiting for this, hmm?â You try to protest, but all that comes out are sobs when he jerks his hips unexpectedly. He chuckles, âSo cuteâŠHmm? Heh, you are feeling good, huh, love.â
Can you believe it? Being fucked by these two attractive men, and youâre fingering your clit in the midst of it all? Embarrassment rings your ears as your fingers swipe and grind around the neglected pearl. Toji and Nanami share a look for a split second, and then Nanami switches his hands with the other. Instead, an arm snakes around your waist to keep you on him, and the other silently moves yours aside to play with your clit.Â
That only has you crying even harder. Pinches to your clit and kisses to your leg accompany the increased speed of their thrusts. Tears well up at every jolt of your body from the frequent jabs to your vaginal walls, scraping your G-spot so precisely. And the length in your butt keeps feeling so fucking good! Grazing your velvet texture that you canât think straight.
ââGaahhh! Mmmph!â Your hand finds Nanamiâs wrist to hold on to as his middle and ring fingers swipe on your clitoris. You scream his name when he pitches it softly, âKentâOhhh! Shhtop, ish too much!!â
âYeah, too much?â He toys with it gently. âBut I donât hear you telling me to stopâŠâ
The two of them go at a sporadic pace, skin slapping onto yours harshly in sync. They nearly take your breath away, thanking God they have a hold on you before the momentum steers you away. âHahah, ohhh, ohmyGod, guys,â Toji bends down to add more of his weight, making you howl from the angle of his fat cock. âI cannnât; again, Iâm about to cuuhmm agaiinn!!!â
âReally? You wanna cum, baby? Mmph! Fuck, this pussyâŠâ He groans. âGonna be a good girl and let Daddy finish here, yeah?â You nod, and Nanami pinches your clit again on Tojiâs behalf. âWords, sweetie, words.â
âYesss, Daddyyy!âÂ
âGonna lay there and look cute while I knock ya up, right?â Again, the thought of having another baby should not have you excited. But again, thereâs no way your head could be right during all of this. âHmm? Want Daddy to give ya a baby?â
âMmmm! Please, Daddyyy, fill me upâŠ!â You were spouting out nonsense, but who cares? âMake me a mama againâŠOhhh!â
And he does just that, pounding his shaft at you so harshly that it rocks your entire body, especially with how he brings your legs up to your chest to have your slit fully exposed for him. âHoly shit,â he bites his lip as he eyes your nude frame before him. âLook so fuckinâ sexy like this, Y/n.â
You couldnât thank him for the compliment, your lips busy with Nanamiâs as he takes you in for a steamy kiss. Both men drill their members into you in erratic unison, leaving you a squealing mess for the fair-headed one to deal with. His hands continue to tweak and grind on your clitoris, and your orgasm hits you before you can prepare yourself with a tear trickling down.Â
And the flutter of your walls around their cocks eggs them onto waves of their own, groaning along with your cries as they piston you with the final ruts of their hips. Their pulsating lengths exert their loads inside your holes simultaneously, filling you up with their essence as their sweaty bodies heave and shudder. Nanami releases your clit from his grasp, the same with your lips.Â
He hums pleasantly, his brown orbs hooded yet comforting. âTold you I love having you around me.â
âBet yâre glad you stayed over,â Tojiâs hand finds its way to your chin after putting your legs down. He scoffs when you bashfully nod, bringing you in for a kiss. âDid so well, mamaâŠâ
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Mornings are typically a thing you share with your daughter in the comfort of your home. From the moment she came into your world to having her own room and bed, Nobara would always be the first thing youâd see when waking up. Coming into your room to greet you, pulling you out for something, or get dressed and ready for the day with you â it was a routine the two of you shared, a sacred thing to enjoy between parent and daughter. So, to wake up in a room different from yours or see a different face has been a rarity ever since she became your top priority.
This morning, though, was one of those rarities.
âGood morning, Y/n.â
Your eyes flickered open from birds chirping and the sun peaking from the bedroom curtains. Drowsy eyes scan around to see that you are not in your room, already being alerted that something had happened last night of the change of scenery. And when you look to see who lies beside you, it all hits you like a slap.
It was like a scene from a romance movie, waking up to Nanamiâs stunning face that was highlighted by the sunlight. Fair blonde hair that matched the softness of his russet eyes and a kind smile to match. And your breath hitches when he brings a hand to caress your cheek.Â
âMorninâ, Y/n.â
And, of course, he wasnât the only one whoâd be greeting you. You sheepishly turn around to see the other man looking at you, viridian orbs ready to meet your pretty face. The smile on his face pulls the scar on his lips, the man effortlessly shooting an arrow into your heart.Â
Everything that occurred the night before flashes, and the heat returns to dance on your cheeks and ears. Waking up in a different bed with two handsome men is one thing. To wake up to your crushes greeting you good morning, all three of you nude and comfortable after a night of mutual passion? Oh, you had to be dreaming still.
And yet, you couldnât look at either of them in the eyes, averting your gaze modestly. ââŠGood morning,â you say quietly, almost squeaking your heart out when they both move to be closer. They kiss you, embrace you, and give you attention as if your decade-long crush has finally been lifted for them to spoil you. Itâs kind of suffocating in a way. But, God, it felt so good.
Eventually, you got up and threw on some clothes to make food for everyone, Nanami joining you after putting his sleepwear back on. Toji had to leave for a moment to grab stuff from the store, his daughter waking up to the sound of him slamming the front door close. Then came Megumi, then Yuuji, who greeted Nanami with a hug, and now Nobara. The children sit around the table and mingle while you and the blonde fix some blueberry waffles, eggs, and bacon.
âIsnât that my dadâs shirt?â Megumi was the first to notice it, pointing to the sweatshirt that went with your loose jeans â the same sweatshirt that Toji wore yesterday.
You flatten your lips before coming up with an answer. âYesâŠI had nothing to wear for sleeping over, so he gave me his shirt. He didnât mind; he brought an extra one.â
âYou stayed over, Auntie?â Yuuji inquired after taking a sip of his apple juice. âWhere did you sleep?â
âOn the couch.â
Brown brows scrunch together before Nobara asks, âBut wasnât Uncle Toji the one whoâd sleep on the couch?âÂ
You open your mouth, but words fail to exit out. Sharing a glance with Nanami, who coughs while putting waffles on plates, he covers for you. âHe slept in my bed with me.â
âYou slept with my father?â Tsumiki interrogates, trying to stifle a laugh. âHe snores a lot, so Iâm sorry if you couldnât sleep, Uncle Nanami.â
As if on cue, the front door opens and closes with the arrival of her father, walking to kiss Tsumikiâs cheek and ruffle Megumiâs hair before entering the kitchen. He pulls something out of the plastic grocery bag and hands it to you. Putting the mixing bowl down, you take what seems to be a box, and your eyes widen to Tojiâs amusement. âIâd take those before leaving if I were you.âÂ
âJesus Christ,â you put the box of birth control to the side with a flustered face. âThank youâŠâ And before you can process it, Toji sneaks a kiss on your cheek with you distracted. The older man cackles to himself when you slap his arm and push him off. Thankfully, none of the kids notice.
âUncle Toji,â Nobara grabs the manâs attention. âIs it true you slept with Uncle Nanami?âÂ
The question takes him aback, but Tojiâs quick on his feet to reply. âYeah, I did. Your dad looks like a dead man when asleep, Yuyu.â
The pink-haired child nods along to the nickname. âMhmm! Even when he comes home from work, he looks like he hasnât slept in weeks, like some kind of vampire.â You snuck a glimpse at the sand-haired man, who rolled his eyes before bringing plates to put on the table.Â
âAnyways,â he diverts the conversation to a different subject, placing a plate full of food in front of the boys. âBe ready for the zoo after breakfast, Yuuji. Didnât you say you wanted to see the new tiger cubs?â
The Fushiguro siblings brighten with interest at the mention of the zoo, turning to their father, who instantly shuts them down with crossed arms. âDonât even think about it. Iâm already takinâ you two to the aquarium tomorrow; you want me to pay for more tickets for some animals?â
The joy in their eyes diminishes in seconds. âCheapskate,â Megumi mumbled under his breath, earning a blueberry to be thrown at him by Toji. But the siblings smile when Nanami says that they can come along.Â
âMomma,â you dreaded hearing your daughterâs voice during this conversation, hesitantly peering at the dark-haired girl after being given her breakfast. âCan I go, too?âÂ
Oh, goddamn it. âIâm sorry, baby, but I canât keep going back and forth from the house and wherever. Besides, you have karate today.â
âI can skip!â Your mouth drops at her enthusiasm. âBesides, we can just sleep over again!â
This girl! âNobara, you canât just go making those decisions like this is your home. Did you ask Yuujiâs father if it was okay to stay another night?â You probably shouldnât have said that, as the girl immediately asks the blonde father the exact question. And to your shock, he says theyâre free to stay another night. Youâre not helping! âYou donât even have an extra pair of clothes!â
And to make it worse, the onyx-haired man beside you says this, which makes you facepalm with a groan. âI can drive you two home and back. Saves ya some gas.â Youâre not helping either, and youâre just losing gas for my sake!
Mornings were supposed to be an easy thing to deal with. And yet here you are, dealing with a predicament. Shit like this is precisely why you donât stay for too long during Nobaraâs playdates and sleepovers; now youâre backed into a position where saying no seems futile. Nothing wrong with the children wanting to hang out more, but fuck does it throw the routine off. However, it wasnât all bad. Because the whole point of this was for the little girl to have fun with her friends, who are you to be a Debby downer on her parade?
PlusâŠyouâd get to hang out with Toji and Nanami for another day; that alone has your stomach running laps right now. Not only did you have your feelings reciprocated by the two men within a single night and then some, but youâre now invited to stay another day and enjoy the weekend in their company. You can sense their gazes on you, awaiting your answer â your approval to spoil and please you for one more night. And what makes your heart skip into flips is that there would probably be more days and nights to deepen this relationship between you threeâŠ
So, with a heavy sigh, you slide your hand down your face.
ââŠCan we at least go get some spare clothes first?â
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logan howlett x f!reader
SUMMARY: You give Logan head for the first time.
WARNINGS/TAGS: mdni - smut 18+ implied age gap. dirty talk. kind of inexperienced reader. oral sex (m receiving). face fucking. dom!logan. a tiny bit of degradation. he guides you through the whole experience (shocking!!! i know)
AUTHORâS NOTE: HI PALS!!! yes i'm alive and kicking. yes university is killing me. so recently iâve been OBSESSED with this man and i needed to write something for him. english is not my first language and i may have made some mistakes (if you encounter any you can tell me, i won't mind it). comments/likes/reblogs would be highly appreciated. i've got sooooo many ideas to write and i'm finally getting my hands on them. i missed you all so fucking much. hope you enjoy this!!!
Itâs common knowledge that all humans have needs. Try as you may, thereâs a primitive side that you canât spare yourself from. You, as everybody else, have urges.
âLogan,â you basically mewl his name, five letters that roll off your tongue with little effort. He doesnât seem to acknowledge you, his kisses growing harsher on the delicate skin of your neck. Threading your fingers through his hair, you decide to try again, speaking a bit louder this time. âLogan, please.â
âWhat is it, honey?â he says, bitten lips still pressed to your pulse point. As you remain silent, he looks up at you, those big, brown eyes that you love so dearly almost completely dark now. âDo you want to call it a day?â
His question catches you off-guard. You cup his face, thumbs caressing his cheekbones, suddenly afraid that he might pull away from you. âNo! Not at all. Thatâs- thatâs not what I want at all, actually.â
âWhat do you want, then? You can tell me,â he kisses you on the lips, softly at first. What starts as nothing more than a sweet kiss turns into a needier one, his hard on poking you through your shorts. âCome on. Tell me, baby. What does my sweet girl want?â
âI want to suck you off, Logan,â you whisper as you latch your mouth onto his, and you can feel how he visibly tenses beneath you. His breath hitches in his throat when you grind your hips. âI really need it.â
From the very beginning of your relationship, you had made things crystal clear: you didnât have much experience on this territory. For a man his age, he was totally understanding. He knew you had your own times, that for him to take you to bed would take longer. Truth be told, Logan was willing to go to the ends of the world for you. There was no use in forcing anything.
At present, the bulge amid his legs becomes even more noticeable as you get off his lap, playing with his belt. âCan I?â you ask him, amazed at how straightforward youâre being.
Logan stares at you, so far panting, lust glowing in his eyes. âShit, youâre gonna be the death of me,â he mutters as he helps you undress him. His worn out jeans end up pooling around his ankles, and you locate yourself in between his legs.Â
Youâre on your knees, hands folded in front of you. Suddenly, it hits you, the shame of it all. How badly you want him, how desperate you are to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue. How many nights youâve dreamt of this moment, unable to stop that unbearable need of touching yourself every time you thought about pleasuring him.
Thatâs what you truly want. For him to use you.
âWhatâs wrong, princess? Weâve talked about this a lot of times. You know what to do,â you canât help but stare at his crotch as you listen to him, and then he raises your chin with his finger, your lips parting unconsciously. You blink slowly at him, eyelashes fluttering together. At last, he seems to understand what youâre trying to tell him, and he raises his eyebrows, that cocky grin of his taking place where it belongs. âYou want me to guide you, donât you? Want me to tell you what to do? Know you like it when I go a bit off the rails.â
You moan at his words, squeezing your eyes shut and nuzzling your cheek up against his palm. Slick gathers in your panties as you push your thighs together. âPlease. Tell me what to do.â
âTake it out,â he instructs you, and you do as youâre told. Grabbing him by the base, you pull his cock out of his briefs. He twitches in your hand, and heâs so, so incredibly big.Â
You stroke him once, testing the feeling. This you know how to do. Youâve given him hand jobs millions of times, although this one feels particularly different from the others.
He takes hold of your fist, applying a bit of pressure. âIâm sorry, baby. I think you got it all wrong. Iâm the one who makes the calls here, okay?â he grunts, his brows knitted, and you only nod, salivating at the sight of his cock already leaking precum at the tip. Logan licks his lips, curling his hand around yours. âYou do as I say. Now, stroke me. Nice. And. Slow,â he punctuates each of his words by moving both your hand and his in unison around his length. âThatâs it, darling. You just need someone to boss you around from time to time, ainât I right?â
One thing to know about Logan: heâs so full of himself on a daily basis, but he just gets worse in bed.
âMy mouth,â you hover your lips over the head of his cock, all shiny and soft. He has let you go, both of his arms now flexed behind his head, as if he were appreciating how pathetic you must look on your knees, begging for him to allow you to taste him. âLet me.â
âNot yet,â his hips follow your tormenting pace, seeking the warmth that your skin radiates. He grits his teeth, biting his lower lip. Youâve no idea how a man so strong can become putty in your hands like this. âGreedy girl. Iâm beginning to think youâve set me up. Only a slut would get so worked up about having a cock in her mouth. What happened to my innocent girl? Gone with the wind, huh?â
âPlease, Lo. I need it so bad,â you are whining, peppering his thighs with kisses. You inhale his musky scent, getting dizzy. âGive it to me. Iâll be good.â
Out of nowhere, Logan grabs a handful of your hair, forcing you to arch your back. He scrutinizes your face, studying your blissed out demeanor. âI donât doubt that. Iâm sure youâll be good. Otherwise, weâll keep on trying. We have all night, and you have a good memory, just need to put it to use,â as he taps your lower lip with his tip, you catch him smirking. He repeats that same motion until he has you shivering from the excitement of being stuffed. âShow me how much you need it. Go easy on it at first, okay? Donât want you choking beforehand.â
Youâre more than happy to comply.
Your tongue darts out to lick at his head, enveloping it between your lips. The salty taste of his precum invades your tastebuds, and you moan as you trace the veins of his cock with the pad of your thumb. âTastes so good, Lo,â your voice sounds distant, almost unrecognizable to your own ears.
âI know, bub. Such a nice fucking mouth, canât believe youâve never done this before. I guess youâre a natural,â shaky fingers place a strand of hair behind your ears, patting your head as if you were a dog in heat. âDo you feel like bobbing your head a little?â he asks you, and you prepare yourself, attaching your mouth to his head once again. âGood. Thatâs good.â
With that being said, Logan fists your hair once again and shoves your face down, his hard cock tickling your throat. Your whines and his rapid breaths are the only sounds to be heard in your bedroom. He grins as he takes in the sight of you. âOh, sweetheart. You look so beautiful with your mouth stretched around me,â his index finger taps your cheek and he feels the outline of his own cock. âYou know I can smell you, right? Youâre fucking soaked, baby. Think youâll leave a stain on the carpet? Youâd clean it off with your tongue, wouldnât you?â
You have no idea how heâs coming up with these things, but youâre far from annoyed. In fact, youâve never been this wet. Your underwear must be ruined at this point, and you wish Logan would tell you to touch yourself.
After some minutes of bobbing your head up and down, he pulls you off his cock and you breathe through your mouth for the first time in a while. As you gasp for air, Logan kisses you, tasting himself. He massages the back of your neck, his cock throbbing between the two of you. âYou tired?â
Your glossy eyes widen. Shaking your head, you go for his balls this time, sucking one of them while toying with the other. Logan buries his hands in your hair for what must be the hundredth time in the night, unable to stop himself. âF-fuck, thatâs it. A pretty girl like you just gets what she needs,â he praises you, and you return to his length, taking as many inches as you can without hurting yourself. Tears shimmer in your eyes, yet you canât bring yourself to care about that detail. Youâre far too focused on Loganâs grunts and growls. âKeep that up and Iâll come. You heard me? Youâre gonna make me fucking come, bub.â
His words ignite a fire inside you. You use your hands, your mouth, everything that you have to pleasure him. Heâs getting closer and closer, thighs shaking when you pay special attention to his tip. Logan responds to each of your movements, and as you feel every coherent thought fly out the window, you try to take him all the way down your throat, breathing through your nose and swallowing around him. He cants his hips up, brutally fucking your mouth. Like a dog without a leash, Logan seems to get lost in the warmth that envelopes his cock, chasing his own release. âYouâre such a good girl. My good girl. Nobody will fuck this mouth ever again. Iâll ruin you for any pathetic guy that tries to get in your pants. Youâre fucking mine, darling. Oh, f-fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck-â
Youâre met with his happy trail once he spills his hot load inside your mouth. He keeps you trapped there, his cock twitching and spamming through the aftershocks of his orgasm. You donât think twice and swallow what heâs giving you. Some of his cum slips from your lips, falling directly onto the carpet. Even Logan seems surprised when he doesnât stop coming.
He helps you stand up after a moment, kissing you as soon as he gets the chance. He licks into your mouth, squeezing the flesh of your hips. Logan lifts his eyebrows, relishing how cock-drunk you must look. âI think you nearly killed me. And thatâs a lot to say coming from someone who cannot fucking die.â
You plaster a smile on your face, hugging his wide frame. âSo, was I okay?â
His jaw goes slack, and he lowers his head to capture your lips in another kiss. âYou were fantastic. I could easily get hard again just from thinking about it,â his fingers trace the buttons of your shirt, tugging at the fabric of it. âWhat if you let me focus on yourself for a while? Youâve already done enough, baby. Let me take care of you,â he rubs his hands on your thighs, reaching for your drenched panties. âPerhaps we could try something else today. That pussyâs begging to be fucked.âÂ
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Insatiable [L.H.]
Pairing: Logan Howlett x female!reader
Summary: Down in the void, where you can find all sorts of dangerous things, you didnât expect a flower that makes you horny to be your biggest problem. Luckily, Logan is there to fuck that overwhelming feeling out of you.
Warnings: smut 18+, unprotected piv sex, oral (f receiving), spitting and hair pulling (reader pulls Loganâs hair) but just for a split second </3, dub con because of sex pollen but they want each other either way, Logan calls reader baby and good girl during sex, mention of masturbation (f), Wade watches them fuck technically without consent but itâs not mentioned until the end and itâs more of a joke, set during Deadpool & Wolverine but no major spoilers I just used a different gif because Logan is annoyed at Wade in every single one from that film lmao, Wade being Wade, Logan is taller than the reader, age gap implied (well actually itâs not implied but Iâm telling you Loganâs older lmao), all porn no plot
Word Count: 3.4k
first Logan fic đ€ pls be nice <333Â
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It shouldnât shock you that the void is full of weird things â you came here with a mutant and a ⊠well, whatever the fuck Wade is, after all. Yet, youâre still surprised when, on your way back from finding some bushes to pee in, you end up tripping over something and getting addicted to the smell of some glowing plant.Â
The flower is bright pink and smells like your favourite perfume. Youâre on all fours at this point, your face buried in the bud as you inhale its sweet, sweet scent.Â
âWhat is she doing?â Logan asks from afar, an eyebrow raised in confusion.Â
âYoga?â Wade offers. Logan throws him a look â not helpful.Â
Logan makes his way to you; the closer he gets the brighter the plant glows. This canât be good. He calls your name when he gets to you but youâre in a trance, you donât even seem to hear Logan. Youâre humming â no, moaning?â to yourself, arching your back and lowering yourself to your forearms.Â
He pulls you up by your arm and almost flinches at your sudden outburst. âLet me go!â You shout, hitting his chest, and when you look up at him your pupils are so large Logan isnât sure itâs really still you in there.Â
You go to slap Logan so you can get back down but his hand slides down your arm to hold your wrist, his other hand at your waist to keep you in place.Â
âLook at me,ïżœïżœïżœ Logan orders and, oh youâre looking at him.Â
The smell the plant was giving off wasnât your favourite perfume at all, you realise, it was the smell of Logan. A hint of his aftershave, a little bit of sweat, and all that manly musk. You realise you need him right now.Â
You involuntarily arch your back to get closer to him, your chest against the hard of his suit. Heâs looking down at you, a mixture of worry and confusion. You reach up to claw at Loganâs collar but he easily holds you off.Â
âYou okay, bub? What was that?â He looks down to kick at the plant and as it breaks off at the stem the plant gives off a last shake of glittery dust, grows grey, and then dies. You slowly turn your head from the floor to Loganâs face â heâs wearily awaiting your next move.Â
âIâm not okay, Logan. I need you right now,â you pull at his collar once more but he has you in a tight grip at the waist â which does nothing but turn you on more.Â
âWade! Come here,â Logan calls, and you see a flicker of red in your periphery coming towards you, but you donât take your eyes off the man in front of you.Â
When you stand still for a few seconds, thatâs when the ache really hits you. You clench around nothing and youâre suddenly aware of how wet you are. Youâve never needed to come so badly in your life, but Loganâs got you held firmly in place, no matter how much you squirm.Â
Wade sees the plant immediately, even greyed out and dead, âWhatâs this?â He walks towards it.Â
Logan grabs Wadeâs arm. âDonât,â he grits.
With only one of his arms on you, you take the chance to reach up at Loganâs face, try to kiss him, but his hand is back on you before you can even get on your tiptoes. You let out a pained moan and both their heads snap towards you.Â
âShe was smelling that flower. Now sheâs..â Logan looks down at you, which intensifies your need, but heâs careful of what to say. You only met a few days ago and he doesnât want to humiliate you, doesnât know how deep down the real you is by now.Â
âHorny?â Wade asks, looking at you, âHoly shit, girl, look at your eyes. See, a woman after my own heart. Thatâs exactly how I look at Logan tooââ
âWade!â Logan shouts, jaw clenching, âWe need to get her somewhere safe.â
âDonât need anywhere safe. Need you,â you mumble, attempting to free yourself from Loganâs grip. Heâs so effortlessly strong it makes your mouth water and the place between your thighs even wetter.Â
Wade bends down, careful not to get too close to the plant, assessing it. âEasy. Itâs sex pollen.â
âWhat the fuck is that?â Logan half-shouts.
âHave you never read fanfiction? It makes you crazy horny until youâre fucked by the person youâre into the most,â Wade explains, then sighs, looking at you, âSad that itâs not me, sugarcakes, Iâll be honest.âÂ
You ignore him, still attempting to get out of Loganâs grasp to climb him like a tree.
Logan groans at Wade, âDo you ever shut the fuck up?â
âNo, have you met me?â
Suddenly youâre lifted off the ground and Logan slings you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing at all. His arm grips you just below your ass, and it makes you clench your thighs together, trying to get any type of friction. You attempt to get down but his arm only tightens around your legs and even though your entire upper body is free, hanging off the back of him, youâre helpless.Â
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You squirm and wriggle and moan but all to no avail. Loganâs ignoring you. You feel your underwear getting wetter with his every step and breath and movement, and youâre sure he must be able to smell you at this point.Â
Your arousal has turned into nothing other than a pulsing pain and you feel tears springing to your eyes with your sexual frustration. You mumble Loganâs name but youâre too weak to really say anything, too weak to even try and get out of his grasp anymore.
A shadow is cast over you and you see the sand under you turn into a solid floor. Suddenly youâre being lifted back up and Logan sits you on top of a table. Youâre in a⊠diner? You donât really care, filled with a new energy as you see Logan towering over you, concern written on his face â concern youâre ready to turn into lust.
You sit up with force, ready to pounce on him, but he pins you back to the tabletop immediately, his big arms holding your wrists down.
âDonât wanna do that, sweetheart,â â the nickname makes you moan right in his face, hips trying to arch up but heâs too far â âWeâre gonna need you to calm down, okay? And weâre gonna wait it out.â
âNo,â you begin to shake your head quickly, giving Logan your best puppy eyes, âI canât wait. Need to cum. Iâm so wet, Logan. Please.â
âAs much as I wish it wasnât, thatâs my cue to leave,â Wade waves, whispering, âI hope you think of me when you comeâ (youâre not sure if heâs saying it to you or to Logan) and walks out the door.
Logan is distracted for a second, watching Wade leave, and you yank your hand out of his grasp to unzip the front of your suit and push a hand into your underwear. You cry out when you finally get to touch your clit, puffy and wet all over, and for a second Logan canât keep his eyes off your panties. His gaze lands on your tits almost spilling out of your bra from all the movement and then he takes hold of your wrist once again.
âIâm gonna leave and then you can touch yourself all you want, hm? That sound like a plan?â Logan says, voice quiet and hoarse and all you can do is shake your head at him.
ââS not gonna be enough. Need you. Please,â you moan again, and you see him clench his jaw in restraint.
âI canât, you know I canât. Donât know if youâd want this otherwise. Wouldnât be right of me.â
You somehow manage to yank his hand down with yours and shove it into your panties.
âDoes this feel like I donât want you, Logan? Youâre all I want. Been making myself come every day since I met you wishing it was you instead.â
âYou donât know what youâre saying, baby, donât know what youâre asking for,â Loganâs voice is strained. His thumb starts rubbing your clit instinctively, as if he canât control himself. He moves slightly to get a better angle and you see the bulge pressing against his pants. Heâs so big you moan out his name loud enough to echo through the building.
âKnow exactly what Iâm asking for. Please, Logan. Itâs not gonna stop until you make me come. Iâm begging you.â He looks at you with uncertainty. Then heâs pulling your arms out of your suit and ripping the rest down your legs.
âIâm gonna make you come, okay? Iâll eat your pussy as many times as you need me to. That alright?â He kneels in front of you and pulls you to the edge of the table.Â
You want to ask him to fuck you but all you can manage to say right now is to let out a whiny âMhmmm.â
Logan wastes no time taking one of your thighs over his shoulder and pulling your soaked panties to the side. He looks ready to surrender and give you what you really need but he stays firmly in his place.
âLook what a mess youâve made, baby. Such a pretty fucking pussy. Iâll make you feel better, okay? âM gonna make you come.âÂ
Without another word his tongue is on you, licking broadly over your clit and then sucking as much as he can into his mouth. You arch your back and press your hips into his face. His hands come to the top of your thighs to hold you down, palms hot against your skin.Â
âFeel good?â He mumbles against your pussy and you sit up on your elbows.Â
âSo fucking good, Logan. Donât stop. Please,â you whimper as you look at his face buried in your pussy. He licks into you, nose pressed against your clit and you canât help but buck your hips.Â
âLook how sweet you are, saying please every time. Such a good girl.â Heâs inhaling you hungrily now, sloppy in his movements from how turned on he is but itâs not stopping you from feeling good.Â
You just need friction. And heâs giving you that, but then heâs licking all the way up from your pussy over your clit, through your pubic hair and up to your belly button â just to tease you. He smirks up at you and you push his head back down; he happily obliges, but not before reaching out one of his big strong hands to settle on your breast, thumb hooking under the top of your bra to play with your nipple.Â
âTaste so fucking good, baby. Canât get enough,â he breathes as he begins to suck on your clit and starts moaning himself.Â
It occurs to you then that the pollen in your arousal or in your sweat might be making him lose his mind too. With the way heâs almost painfully squeezing your thigh with one hand and your boob with the other, youâre sure.
Logan groans with a mouthful of you between his lips, your sensitive clit swollen against his tongue. He moans something into you that you canât understand, but the vibration of his voice pushes you close to the edge.
âFuck, gonna come,â you whimper loudly, your hips chasing his face.
You finally tip over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you with an intensity youâve never experienced before.
But itâs over as fast as it started.
You push your hand between your legs to relieve the ache again but you know it wonât be enough. Logan stands up and wipes his mouth, glistening with your arousal. âYâneed me again?â
You shake your head as you squirm without his presence between your thighs. âPlease fuck me, Logan. I canât take it anymore, need you inside me.â As you say it you clench around nothing, the pulsing between your legs insatiable. You start fucking yourself with your fingers, but itâs not nearly enough â you need something bigger, much bigger, and you have a feeling he can provide that.
The pollen seems to take over for Logan as well, and he finally stops arguing. He pulls off his suit and you silently curse him for not doing that earlier. Seeing those muscles is providing more relief than your fingers inside you. You feel like you could come just from the sight of his big, hard cock alone. Itâs exactly what you need.
You slip out of your bra thatâs almost sticking to your skin with how hot you feel and Logan roughly rips your panties down your legs.
âYou really want this?â He asks as he steps between your thighs, jerking off and rubbing the tip against your clit.
âMmhm yesyes, need you so badly. Please Loââ you both gasp when he fills your pussy at once. Itâs a feeling that brings you close to orgasm immediately and makes you grab him to pull him closer. Logan momentarily slips out of you again to crawl onto the table, pull you across it and wrap your legs around his hips.
âSo fucking hard for you,â he mumbles as he pushes back into your slick pussy. Youâre both mesmerised by the sight of him starting to fuck into you, your pussy stretching around him with what is the best feeling youâve ever had. It burns because heâs so big, but itâs a good type of pain.
You grab the hair at the back of his head for support, and he moans at your grip. It angles his face towards yours and you look into each otherâs eyes for a split second before his mouth finds yours. Youâre biting and licking at his lips and he growls back against you, holding your lower lip down to spit into your mouth, his animalistic nature taking over.
His hips rut against yours faster as your kiss gets more desperate. You lean your head back in pleasure, hitting the table, but you barely register the pain. Distracted by how good his big cock feels so deep in your pussy you donât even notice his hand coming up under your head to cushion it.
âThere you go,â he whispers, looking down at you. Your eyes meet and for a second you smile at his care. You tip your head right back down into his hand when he starts kissing down your neck, his free hand pushing up one of your tits to wrap his lips around the nipple.Â
The way he runs his tongue over your nipple has you moaning and grabbing onto his hair once more. You need to feel the heat of his body so you wrap your arm around the back of his shoulders until heâs desperately fucking into you with your chests pressed together.
It should be too warm with the way your bodies are intertwined but Logan looks down to lick the sweat on your neck right up and sucks on the skin there right after. The added stimulation makes your hips buck up and Logan sneaks a hand back to your clit, messily rubbing until he has you coming again and youâre both moaning at how hard your pussy clenches around him.
You think for a second that Loganâs going to come with you but he manages to resist the temptation, biting into your shoulder instead. But that second in which it almost felt like he was coming was the calmest youâve felt in hours at this point. You realise that maybe itâs him who needs to come for you to feel better. But youâre too horny to say any proper words to explain it to him.
Logan pushes himself up to look at your face but he doesnât have to ask if you still need more. Your pupils are as wide as before.
âPussyâs still so hungry for me, baby, hm? So fucking desperate,â he repositions your hips and starts fucking into you at a different angle, your wet pussy so loud against him. This time you feel his dick pushing against your g-spot and he has you gasping at the new sensation, pulling you by the hips to aid his thrusts.
âP-Please come inside me, Logâ uh-Logan,â you manage to say.
Logan looks down at you and places a hand under your ass, squeezing you there, âBaby, I got stamina for the entire night. Not stopping til youâre satisfied.â
âJust do it, need youâ, is all you can get out as he continues to rut his hips against yours. Â
âAlright. I got you, baby, I got you,â he rasps, making sure to hit your g-spot over and over until youâre arching your back, biting into his bicep thatâs propped next to your face, to deal with the amount of pleasure coursing through you.
A gasp turns into an orgasm and as soon as you clench around Logan he lets go too. âGod, baby, so fucking tight for me. Such a good girl. Gonna comeââ
You hold onto Logan tightly, your arms wrapped around his neck as he fucks into you, filling you with ropes and ropes of his cum as you keep clenching around his big cock. You can feel him so deeply in you that your most primal urges are finally starting to calm down and you feel the last waves of pleasure flow through you as he comes his final drops.
Logan drops onto his elbows that are positioned next to your head, and, instinctively, you take his face to kiss him. He kisses you back so intensely that you donât even have to consider whether he still wanted to kiss you now that the sex is over.
âYou okay?â He asks when you let go of his lips.
âYeah,â you nod, noticing that the ache is finally, finally gone now that youâve both come together, âthank you, Logan.â
âMy pleasure,â he smirks and places a more innocent kiss on your mouth. You untangle yourselves from each other in slow movements, unsure what places youâre sweating from and need to clean up.
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âDo you regret it?â Logan asks you a few minutes later, cleaned up and clothed, with his arm around your waist to support you â you can barely stand â as you go outside to look for Wade.
âNo. But thanks for making sure so many times⊠Do you regret it?â
Loganâs smile tells you everything you need to know but he still tells you, âNot one bit.â
You smile but then become more serious. âSorry that you had to experience that,â you mumble.
âWhat do you mean? Youâre apologising for that?â
âDidnât you feel the pain too? I thought the effect of the pollen might have somehow been contagious.â
He almost looks bashful when he looks down at you, âNo, you just turn me on like fucking crazy.â
You smile down at the floor until you see a shadow. Wade comes around the corner of the diner.Â
You draw your eyebrows together. âYouâre telling me you actually left?â
âThereâs no way you didnât stay to watch us,â Logan adds.
âNo, of course I stayed but I came ages ago. I was forced to be with my own thoughts while you kept going⊠and going.â
Logan rolls his eyes as Wade walks on, âWhat do you think, weââ
âAnd goingâŠâ
âWade.â Logan warns, turning to you again, âHow about we get this shit done with Wade and then go to your place and do this all over again?â
You giggle, âI like the sound of that.â
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IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH THE F1 DRIVERS
Wondering what it would be like to date the f1 drivers? đ
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warnings: not much, fluff?, implied smut, (smut?), dirty thoughts, mentions of breeding kink, cursing.
Max Verstappen
-he's your biggest fan. in every way possible. he loves to support you, to admire you, to see you happy.
-you're his biggest love. he didn't think he could fall for someone that hard. he's completely whipped and everyone knows it.
-gets jealous a lot, but doesn't always show it, although you know better. he doesn't like it when other men look at what's his.
-that's why he has decided that from now on every man will know who you belong to. either by covering your soft neck in bruises or making you walk out of the bathroom with your cunt stuffed of his cum. he absolutely enjoys seeing you squirm all night and try not to make it obvious to everyone in the room that his seed is dripping down your bare legs.
-he loves how submissive you are for him. of course you love being a spoiled brat sometimes just for the fun of it, because then he gets feral. and you always know itâs gonna end in a lot of orgasms.
âI thought you wanted to be a brat? What happened, schat? Fucked your tiny brain out?â his thrusts hit a spot inside your pussy that makes you see stars. He slaps your cheek to get your attention, knowing youâre going dumb already.
All you can do is cry out and shake your head. You canât talk. You canât even think. Youâre too busy trying to jerk away from his harsh thrusts.
You know he doesnât like it when you donât answer him.
âTalk.â he snaps, squeezing your cheeks tightly then slapping you again.
âYES daddy. Sorry for b-being a brat. Please, please! Make me cum!â
Lewis Hamilton
-spoils you all the time; expensive jewelry, cars, clothes, lingerie, vacations⊠whatever you need or want. also, his card is always on your phone. he insists you use it anytime you want.
âGet yourself something nice, baby⊠I want to see you dripping with my wealth. You are my beautiful little wife.â
-will always have a hand on you. in the car while he's driving, on your b*tt when you're walking, on your thigh when you're having dinner with your parents and his fingers successfully rub a spot on your clit through your panties that makes you twitch and moan every time. thankfully, your parents were oblivious.
-kisses the ground you walk on. he's a grown man and isn't afraid to show you how a real man loves his woman.
-especially when he's between your legs, showing you how you deserve to be treated.
âCome on, princess⊠gimme one more. Youâd do anything for daddy, isnât that right princess?â he softly rubs your cheek with his finger, thrusting a little bit more inside your tight and overstimulated cunt.
âD-daddy⊠too much. I donât think I canâŠâ you whimper stupidly, still slightly shaking with the intensity of the last orgasm you just had about 2 minutes ago.
He smirks. âOf course you can, baby. Donât you want daddyâs babies? Hm?â
He loves how pathetic you get after a few good orgasms. He knows heâs the best you ever had. He can make you cum anywhere, anytime. You let him do whatever he wants to you.
Carlos Sainz
-can be possessive at times, but loves to show you off. you are his most prized possession.
when he met you, he knew he wanted to date to get married, not like the relationships he had before.
-takes you everywhere with him; vacations, races. he can't stand being away from you.
-he secretly fantasizes about you carrying his children. until one night after a baby shower when he confesses to you.
âMi amor⊠You donât know how beautiful you looked today with my niece in your arms. I canât wait to get you pregnant. Make you my precious wife.â
His touch on your thigh gives you goosebumps, and you suddenly feel impossibly aroused by his confession. He didnât even need to ask. Youâd give him as many kids as he wants.
He recognizes the look in your eyes. The craving, the lust. He knows you like the back of his hand. âYouâd like that, no? To walk around all round and heavy with my child. To make these tiny tits swell and burst with the sweetest milkâŠâ he grabs at your breasts and squeezes, making you moan in response.
âYes, papi. I want to have your babies⊠please touch meâŠâ
Lando Norris
-you're his best friend. his rock, the girl of his dreams.
-datind lando is the most intense experience of your life. he is a fierce lover. but loves to be soft for you sometimes
-he loses his mind when you're being bossy with him, showing off your bold attitude.
-especially when you're making him beg for you.
âWhat did you say?â You smirk, hovering on top of him, teasing him sometimes with a swift rub of your wet pussy on his erect and red cock.
Poor baby, you edged him for too long and he couldnât take it anymore. His cock twitches every few seconds and you know he isnât going to last too long.
âPlease, baby⊠fuck, please.â His voice is hoarse when he talks, probably from all the moans you pulled out of him already. âLet me fuck you, I need it. I have so much cum for you baby⊠Please.â
You moan at his words and decide to stop the torture. You needed him too. Nothing compares to the way he stretches your sweet little pussy. Quickly, you align yourself with his cock and sink in, making the both of you moan loudly.
Charles Leclerc
-you're eye candy for this man. ever since he saw you he couldn't take his eyes off you.
-he loves to have you at the races. he's constantly trying to show off and be the best, because he loves the look on your face when he wins or he's doing good.
-he's going to be the most romantic man you've ever had. he's always touching you, always tells you what an angel you are, how beautiful you look, what a good girl you always are for himâŠ
-ESPECIALLY if youâre bent over his lap while heâs driving and youâre sloppily sucking on his cock.
âMm, fuck. Thatâs is, mon ange, suck my cock. Youâre such a naughty girl.â he mocks you almost, and it makes you even more eager to show him whoâs in charge. for once.
Gagging a little, you take more of his length in your mouth, forcing your throat open. Suddenly, you feel his hand slap your ass hard and you canât control the loud moan that threatened to escape you. Your throat squeezes his head perfectly then, and he lifts his hips up a little, hissing at the sensation.
âGonna make me cum, baby, fuck.â
Your efforts double when you hear that, and you wrap your small hand around his cock, starting to pump his hard, heavy shaft. Your swollen lips are still wrapped around his head, licking and sucking on it desperately, waiting for his hot, salty cum.
The car stops abruptly and you assume he just pulled over. His hand then snatches your hair in a messily done ponytail and forces your head down his cock, making you cry and gag uncontrollably.
âTake it. You greedy girl. Take my fucking cum. Fuck.â
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RIDICULOUS â L.N
in which lando can longer cope with you laughing at the mere idea of being with him, and you realise it wouldnât be that ridiculous. but it may be all too late.
warnings; nswf, smut, unprotected sex, friends to lovers, lando in the friend zone, implied that reader is a year or two older than lando, little bit of angst, choking, soft dom!lando, silly reader, overstimulation i guess, lotta praise, oral, fluff at the end if you squint
lando was infatuated the moment he met you.
it took a while to realise how strongly he felt, considering he met you at arguably the most chaotic time of his life.
his first year in f1, carlos his teammate; meaning you were around every race from the start, to this day.
he wanted his own photographer after a mere few interactions with you, but quickly realised he only cared about photos because you were the one occasionally taking them.
carlos signing for ferrari meant lando was losing two people; his teammate and you. his friend.
heâd jokingly asked you to jump ship, work for him instead. if only you knew how serious he was being.
you never looked at lando the way he looked at you. he was like a friends annoying little brother, one you couldnât help but pity and adore.
he made you laugh, was fun to be around. a change from the personalityâs you would come across in the paddock. it was no shock to you that carlos built a bond with him â as did you.
since joining ferarri you didnât see the brit as much as youâd like, not that carlosâ new teammate was a let down. charles was lovely. you didnât feel invasive taking shots of the pair of them.
but you still kept it touch. occasional group outings, dinners and celebrations. you werenât oblivious to the way he always made time for you. but you were naive to the deeper meanings.
his flirtations were nothing of concern, to you it was a running joke. amongst many of you; you didnât think lando actually wanted anything from you beyond platonic.
he could handle rejection. but being laughed at? he could only cope for so long.
âhe begged me to invite you tonight,â carlosâ words were teasing, directed towards you yet his eyes rested on lando; out for dinner with a few other team members from mclaren carlos hadnât caught up with in a while.
melbourne was one of your favourite races for this very reason, having to get here so early meant you had time to catch up with those in the paddock away from the craziness.
landoâs eyes lifted from the menu he was reading; scoffing immediately, already prepared to jump on the defence â not giving you a chance to speak.
âi was making sure you hadnât forgotten anyone, y/n included.â lando corrected, flashing you a grin in the midst of his explanation, one you mirrored.
âiâd like to think my presence would be a given,â you huffed back at carlos; and lando felt a fool for allowing his heart to jump at the prospect of you also defending him.
âof course it is. just saying, lando was set on making sure youâd be here.â carlos smirked; eyes now on his own menu, pretending as if he wasnât attempting to stir the pot.
âhe misses you,â an engineer spoke up from besides lando, nudging the british driver who could only roll his eyes; not at all unfamiliar with being targeted with such banter. he copped it a lot worse when you were all on the same team.
âmhm, misses me. not carlos.â you grinned; practically bragged â nudging carlos this time; youâd grown a talent it seemed for redirecting the topic of conversation. trying too at least, and the way lando smirked made it clear he appreciated your efforts.
heâd nodded as well, confirming your words. in no way ashamed to admit he missed you more than the spaniard, while it didnât seem like there was any truth to his words with the playful smile on his face; the assumption couldnât be any closer to the truth.
âif you miss her so much you should go out for dinner just the pair of you,â carlos challenged quickly; earning an eye roll from yourself and a small giggle at the idea â oh the shit show that would be, you and lando out for dinner. you could read the headlines now.
lando caught the way you laughed, you however missed the way his eyes snapped to you in the moment. the way his smile faltered, merely from watching you completely dismiss and laugh at the idea of spending just a single dinner with him alone. whatâs so funny about that? could it really be the most absurd idea? no matter how many times you reacted in such a way it always stung.
he recovered almost instantly however, like he always does.
âwouldnât want to hurt your feelings, know you donât like to be left out.â lando mused; earning another laugh from you â one that was music to his ears, hearing you laugh at his jokes was always enough to have him holding his chin a little higher.
âoh iâd be more than happy to see you finally get out of the friend zone.â carlos regretted his words the moment they left his mouth, catching the way landoâs smile fell and jaw tensed â quickly realising his teasing may have gone too far.
your lack of reaction killed lando more than carlosâ words did, the way you barely battered an eyelash â completely unbothered while he sat here trying to not pop a blood vessel. he wanted to defend the relationship or friendship you had, but there wasnât much to defend.
because carlos was right, he was painfully stuck in the friend zone.
âhow much longer till you realise these jokes got old two years ago?â you sounded awfully unbothered as your gaze remained on your menu, only looking up when another engineer spoke up.
âitâs just a joke?â heâd asked in full seriousness, eyes flickering between yourself and lando. he wasnât on carlosâ side of the garage, always working on landoâs side. he barely interacted with you; only heard things through the grapevine.
âobviously.â you spoke as if it wasâŠobvious, and the laugh you let out wouldâve softened the blow of your words had lando not already heard this a thousand times.
âah, ah, ah. donât forget about silverstone.â carlos simply couldnât keep his mouth shut; bringing up the night where everyone was convinced you and lando spent the night together.
which would be valid if you actually had, but you hadnât. you went home together purely because you both were tired. he dropped you at your hotel room, didnât even come inside. somehow no one believed either of you when you squashed their suspicions that âlandoâs wish had finally come true.â
âdonât be ridiculous.â you scoffed, shaking your head ever so slightly. landoâs silence wouldâve been deafening if others werenât jumping in to speak, and maybe you wouldâve noticed his lack of input if you spared him a glance.
he was managing to muster a fake smile, it was almost painful. any amusement he was clinging too had vanished, wanting the conversation to be over with.
âitâs not ridiculous.â carlos huffed; and lando almost wanted to nod in agreement. thank him even. because it wasnât ridiculous, he didnât think so at least. it made sense to him. you made so much sense to him.
âit is.â the nail in the coffin, lando couldnât keep smiling anymore. you sounded oh so certain, all the while the smile hadnât left your face. âcome on now,â you added in exaggeration at carlosâ unconvinced face.
lando wasnât sure what you said next, he didnât want to hear it. he couldnât figure out why hearing all of this was suddenly unbearable, but before he knew it he was not so subtlety excusing himself â something about getting another drink, before standing up and bee lining to the bar.
the abrupt departure didnât halt anyone elseâs movements, conversations continuing and carlos joining in a debate with his cousin and his old mclaren press officer; while your attention got stuck on landoâs full glass ahead of you.
he didnât need another drink.
you watched as he weaved through the crowds, the way he failed to smile at anyone he passed by; the tension clear in his jaw; it almost appeared as if he was scowling.
it was funny, because your first thought was if you offended him. but you couldnât figure out what possibly could have; it was laughable how unaware you were of his feelings.
âiâll be back,â you excused yourself, standing up and following in landoâs directions without any hesitance; a slight frown on your face as you dodged people left and right to get to the bar.
you werenât sure why the prospect of upsetting him upset you so much, but the sudden urgency to check on him was too powerful to ignore.
ârude to not offer a girl a drink you know?â
landoâs eyes only shifted towards you for a mere couple of seconds when you made your presence known. he could count on one hand the amount of times he wished to be alone when you were near, but this was one of them.
he was drained, unable to fake any more smiles or shrug off any more comments. blame it on the jet lag.
âapologises,â he hummed; not offering you another glance which had your suspicions confirmed, your furrowed brow showing concern not that he could see. his blue eyes were focused ahead on the busy bartender.
âyou good?â you internally cringed as the words left your lips, unable to figure out a way to address the sudden mood without sounding overbearing or overstepping.
you watched as his shoulders tensed; as his eyes strategically continued to avoid you, only making the pit in your stomach feel deeper, as if it could swallow you whole.
âpeachy.â his sarcasm was clear, and while it would usually be a relief it wasnât laced with the usual humour. it was blunt, dismissive â and if you had any doubts left about being the reason for him running off, they were now squashed.
âdid i say somethingâ did carlos say something?â the questions stumbled out of your lips in concern, biting down on the inside of your cheek. âiâve tried to tell him to lay off with the jokes, itâs stupid i know.â you began to ramble.
lando finally let his gaze land on you, and the sight of your sympathetic eyes and worried frown had him feeling guilty. which was ridiculous, but suddenly he felt an urge to reassure you he was fine. that you hadnât said anything.
but you had.
âitâs not the jokes,â lando cut you off; hands running over his head, even letting out a laugh at how pathetic he sounded. he was going to continue, explain it further; but he stopped himself.
he couldnât. it was a can of worms that must remain shut.
you stood in silence for a moment, under the impression heâd keep speaking. but he didnât. leaving you with no explanation; just further confusion.
âno?â you hummed; eyebrows raising. âbecause i totally get if it is. itâs ridiculous how they keep going onââ you were rambling again, trying to make the situation better. attempting to ensure he felt heard, that he could speak to you about what was bothering him.
so oblivious to the fact you were just digging yourself a deeper hole.
there was that word again; ridiculous.
âis it? is it really that ridiculous?â lando couldnât stop the question from flying out of his mouth; only now turning to properly face you; in time to catch the dumbfounded look on your face from his question.
it took a few moments to try understand what he meant, coming up short as you stared at him clueless, lips parting to try come up with something to say but falling short.
âis what?â you mumbled, suddenly all confidence was gone. almost scared to hear the answer; purely because you recognised the doubt and regret illustrating his face.
but lando had nothing else to lose, youâve rejected him in front of everyone else without realising. whatâs once more?
âus. dinner us two, having gone home together in silverstone. this?â lando sighed out like it was obvious, hands waving between the pair of you.
because to him it was so obvious. the amount of times heâs almost asked you to join him for a meal, just the pair of you.
maybe if he had youâd see what he saw.
silverstone meant so much to him, having expected nothing from you but he thought about the taxi ride back to the hotel more than heâd like to admit. he couldâve sworn youâd been flirting with him that night.
he even thought it wouldâve been the start of something.
optimism was a curse however, because stupidly lando thought perhaps after finally expressing his feelings that maybe youâd reveal your hidden reciprocation. that maybe you were scared like him.
but instead all he could see was shock. and confusion. and fuck, was that sympathy?
âwhat?â it was a weak response, but all you could muster. you were attempting to find any other explanation for his words, to figure out what he could be implying.
lando had to laugh, shaking his head as he faced the bar again; hands running over his face as you quickly realised he was being fully serious.
âitâs notâ weâve neverâ i mean it would be weird.â word vomit, you didnât know what you were saying; usually so careful with your words you knew the moment lando looked at you in shock and offence youâd be haunted by that very sentence. ânot weirdâ but,â you attempted to fix your mistake, eyes screwing shut.
another laugh from him beat you to it however.
âridiculous. i got it,â lando spoke through a breath, sounding incredibly defeated which had your stomach dropping.
you struggled to find words to assure him, still attempting to process what heâd just told you. you hadnât ever looked at him in that way. he was always just⊠lando.
âlandoâŠâ you trailed off with a frown, only now starting to realise the position you both were now in.
the awkward tension was growing quickly and youâd never despised something so quickly. you refused to let this be the bitter end to your friendship.
âitâs fine. just drop it.â lando huffed, standing up straight; eyes finding yours once more. he didnât want you to feel bad, heâd accepted long ago that his chances of you feeling the same were slim.
you canât apologise for how you feel.
âno we should talk about it,â you disagreed, so much concern and care in your eyes it almost made him sick. he didnât need that from you. and the last thing he wanted to do was talk about how heâd spent years pining over you.
heâd kept it secret for a reason, to avoid this.
âiâll pass,â lando hummed; the half smile he mustered up did little to comfort you as he licked his bottom lip and glanced around the room. âiâm gonna head up,â he cleared his throat.
youâd gone to express your dismay with such thing, but he was walking off before you could get another word out; left alone at the bar dumbfounded and suddenly in need of a drink.
it would be quite sad to admit that one revelation could change your whole weekend. but it did.
youâve never had trouble sleeping, in fact the jet lag usually knocked you out. yet youâd spent the best of your time in melbourne thinking through every word lando said. looking back on every damn interaction the two of you shared.
you felt like an idiot. because suddenly it made a lot of sense, what you failed to realise in the moment fell together piece by piece.
an insight into his intentions for the effort heâd put into the friendship over the last couple years was eye opening, and while you were unsure as to how you hadnât assumed such thing sooner, you found yourself asking the question how it made you feel.
youâd be lying if you didnât have a few moments of giddiness as you recounted certain times. how he drove you home from pre-season testing one time because you didnât feel well. how he always got you flowers for your birthday.
suddenly your mind was consumed with the thought of lando every waking second. from the moment you entered the paddock on thursday you were looking for him. which didnât make sense considering you had plans to avoid him.
you didnât want to make things worse than they were. but for some reason he was the only thing on your mind, to the point it was becoming an issue as you tried to go about your work.
not once in your career had you been pulled up on anything, so when carlos questioned if you were okay friday afternoon â claiming you had been slacking, you knew you were fucked.
thereâs no way you felt the same. surely not.
you had to stand by what you said. itâd be weird?
he was lando. annoying lando who couldnât grow a speck of facial hair and flinched at the sight of fish.
except saturday, when you finally laid eyes on the driver again, it was cruel slap in the face of reality when you realised that was almost 5 years ago. youâd both changed. lando had changed.
you almost spiralled when you found yourself admiring the driver. had his mclaren top always been so tight around his biceps? had his skin always been so sun kissed? not to mention the way his curls sat atop his head.
you suddenly felt insane. youâd never looked at him in that light, never thought what if. but his confession had you a mess of thoughts, oneâs you had to run away from. causing you to spend the rest of the weekend hidden away in ferrariâs hospitality.
you could only hide for so long, carlos had won â which was enough to get your mind off of the british driver for a whole 4 minutes until they were up on the podium together.
work was your priority however, but you couldnât help but notice just how nicely lando photographs. you only ever focused on carlos, considering he paid your wage. but as you took shots and shots of the pair interacting before and after the podium from afar you couldnât help but note how lando was practically glowing.
your head was a mess, and as you now stood in a random club in melbourne, you had no idea what your next move was.
you couldnât exactly deny going out to celebrate when carlos had won. so your next wish was that lando simply wouldnât be in attendance.
but he was, and your eyes hadnât left him all night.
still having not spoken for days, you couldnât shake the urge to congratulate him. yet for some reason you were scared, you didnât trust yourself. fearing youâd say something youâd regret. which was a foreign feeling. lando was usually the easiest person for you to talk too.
ïżŒhowever you could only stand in the corner with a drink as your only company for so long. a sudden wave of confidence washing over you, or more so desperation to stop being so childish, causing you to down your drink before setting off towards the british driver.
it was when you were only a few metres from him that you realised you should probably have a game plan, and if he hadnât locked eyes with you there was a high chance you wouldâve backed out. turned around and walked away.
instead you were left to improvise.
âgood job today,â you smiled widely when you got into ear shot; unable to shake the tightness in your chest, feeling suddenly out of breath as if you had sprinted over here.
lando appeared much more relaxed than he had last time you spoke. which made sense. heâd put it on the podium, why wouldnât he be in a good mood?
âthank you,â the driver grinned, unable to be stumped when he was still running high off adrenaline. plus, he figured you would pretend the other evening never happened. which he would happily take.
your script ended there however. you had no idea what to say. or where to look, since when was eye contact with lando hard?
âimpressive from carlos,â lando managed to fill the silence, and you could feel the relief at the fact heâd saved you from creating an awkward silence.
âyeah, yeah i know. very proud of him. iâll never complain about pain again.â you spoke through a dry laugh; one he mirrored, your lips pursing as you attempted to think of something, anything, to fix the mess you found you guys in.
to apologise for your rudeness? to explain your mindset? to just talk. you needed to talk to him, for your own sanity.
âlook i just wantedââ you finally built the courage up to speak, but were interrupted as a blonde woman slid next to landoâs side, handing him a drink while doing so.
it shouldnât have shut you up so quickly, but it did â eyebrows raising as you attempted to figure out how to respond to the image in front of you. one youâd never seen before actually.
âline was long,â the girl hummed in explanation, and you only just caught landoâs sorry eyes as his attention turned to the girl next to him.
he would be lying if he said he didnât appreciate the lifeline that was the blonde heâd just met 20 minutes ago. he did not need to hear your reasonings as to why you should just remain friends, not tonight.
âiâll um, iâll talk to you later.â there was no way youâd try get your words out again, not when you barely spoke up the first time. yet for some reason, youâd hoped lando had insisted you could speak now.
instead left to watch as he nodded and offered you a small smile; practically sending you off on your way.
embarrassment was the one word to describe how you felt as you made your way to the nearest booth, attempting to hide away and let the darkness swallow you whole.
apart of you felt you should be grateful, maybe being interrupted was a saving grace. god knows what you were about to say, you definitely didnât. but right now you found yourself in the same position as you were 5 minutes ago.
it felt selfish. lando had practically admitted to having feelings for you, thatâs what you gathered at least, and youâd been unaware for years.
youâd been slightly uncertain in your feelings for five days and you felt as if you were losing your mind. you had no right for an explanation really, but you needed something. attempting to decipher everything to do with the main man of mclaren was giving you a headache.
although your vision became a bit clearer as you sat and watched him interact with the girl whoâd placed the drink in his hands.
it suddenly made sense why you hadnât seen him like this before. his attention was always on you, his efforts and time focused towards you if you were in arms reach.
which you couldnât help but feel grateful for as you sat and watched your new personal hell.
you didnât want to label it as jealousy. because that would be ridiculous, but it was beginning to be hard to watch the way lando whispered in her ear and grinned widely as he earned a laugh or two from the girl.
were you mad at the sight or mad at your own reaction? you werenât sure. it felt wrong, to feel so strongly when only a few days ago youâd laughed in his face about the prospect of being with him.
what was it they said about you only want what you canât have?
âit should be illegal for you to be sitting here moping after iâve won.â carlosâ voice snapped you from your thoughts, being met with the driver who slid into the booth opposite you, a sheepish smile forming on your features.
âiâm not moping.â you huffed, leaning back in your seat â attempting to look and feel relaxed, allow your tense shoulders to loosen, glancing back to lando once more before your attention was on the driver ahead of you.
âyou have been all week.â carlos disagreed, eyebrow raising as you frowned; not having a reply because he was right. and suddenly you felt horrible.
âiâm sorryâ thatâs the last thing you need with the couple weeks youâve had,â you sighed, head falling into your hands. it was as if you suddenly couldnât do anything right.
you missed the way carlos smiled, having looked at the direct reason of your problems moments prior.
âdonât apologise.â carlos dismissed, assuring you it was fine; and when you peaked up through your hands, the smile he was flashing you was enough to put your mind at ease. âiâm assuming lando said something.â
there it was. lando. again. back in your head. as if you ever got him out.
you only sighed, head falling back this time as you now stared at the ceiling. of course carlos knew.
âyou knew?â you huffed out, it clear you already knew the answer.
âeveryone does.â carlos chuckled, and you wish you too could take amusement from the situation. how comforting, this whole time youâve either appeared as an idiot or the biggest bitch.
âwhy wouldnât you tell me?â you practically whined, looking back at the driver once more; watching as he put his hands up in defence and innocence.
âi thought you knew.â carlos claimed, sounding so honest you couldnât question him â nor blame him. you shouldnât have needed someone to spell it out for you. plus, youâre not sure what you wouldâve done if you did know.
because it wasnât like you were handling the current situation very well.
you had no answer, just left him to watch as you sat wallowing in self pity. you shouldâve never chased him to the bar.
âheâll be fine. look at him, moving on already,â carlos attempt to comfort you was more like a punch to the stomach â because you had to stop yourself from glaring at him. had to stop yourself from spitting out how that wasnât what you wanted.
you didnât want that at all, and that thought was suffocating. you were in no place to come to terms with your feelings, but right now they seemed to be demanding to make themselves known.
âi need air.â you huffed as you stood up, thankful that you had taken notice of the smokers exit not too far from you.
the crisp air felt like a soothing blanket, hitting your skin the moment you got outside. the balcony was empty and finally you felt as if you could breathe; allowing your arms to rest against the railing as the music became muffled and the sound of melbourneâs night life filled your ears.
it felt stupid, staring across the city skyline as if it would answer your questions. maybe the stars could align and write out a solution for you, tell you what to do.
but with every passing second you didnât find any clarity or idea on what to do, how to feel. you shouldnât want him. you havenât wanted him before. it isnât fair to suddenly feel so drawn to him after unknowingly rejecting him for so long.
but it was the reality. youâd been exposed to the idea of lando wanting you; and with every passing moment it became clear to you it wasnât weird. it sounded fucking incredible.
the music suddenly filled your ears again, moments later becoming muffled as you became aware someone had joined you outside. it wasnât till they spoke that you tensed up.
âitâs cold out here,â his voice was instantly recognisable, you didnât need to look at him to know it was him.
âtoo hot in there.â you hummed simply in reply, feeling his presence next to you as he joined you in observing the city skyline; although you could feel his eyes burning into the side of your head.
falling into a comfortable silence was the last thing you expected, both too scared to speak up and face the inevitable. if you could stay like this forever you would. it was the first few moments of peace youâd known all week.
âwe can pretend the other night never happened. i donât want things to be weird.â lando spoke, words so soft as if youâd break. as if he needed to be careful with you.
his whole demeanour had you frowning, turning to face him. he shouldnât be fixing this mess, nor prioritising your feelings over his. not when both of you had neglected his for so long.
you parted your lips to disagree, to tell him that was the last thing you wanted. you wanted to talk about it. itâs all you needed to do.
but quickly you realised that was contradicting your initial thoughts.
âif thatâs what you want,â you spoke through a breath; unable to understand how you still couldnât find the right thing to say when this very conversation has been the only thing on your mind all week.
it was landoâs turn to stay quiet, you watched as he thought through what to say; practically seeing his mind tick.
âi just want to know why itâs so ridiculous to you.â lando practically blurted the question out, as if he was almost afraid he wouldnât say it ever if he didnât now. itâd been weighing on his mind, it killed him that he had no explanation as to why you were so against the idea of him in anyway that branched further than platonic.
and while you wanted to give him an answer, you didnât have one.
âi donât know.â you answered truthfully. âi never looked at you that way lando iâŠâ you trailed off, eyes getting lost in his when you realised just how close he was. your admiration these past couple days from afar was one thing; but up close was a whole new ball park. âyou were like this little kid, i donât know,â you struggled to articulate your thoughts.
âyeah five years ago,â landoâs response was quick and blunt; even with the chuckle that escaped under his breath, it didnât lessen the intensity in his eyes that were now pouring into yours. it was as if heâd been wanting to say such thing for years. he was challenging you.
youâd gulped at his words, because he was right and youâd only come to terms with such thing these past few days.
âyeah.â you mumbled in agreement, suddenly feeling small under his gaze; it was all so new. youâd been in this position with lando countless of times, why did you suddenly feel as if every nerve inside of you was being set alight? why did you feel as if you couldnât dare look away from his eyes.
you could spot the moment lando realised the change in your behaviour, the way his eyes flickered across your face; his lips parting ever so slightly as he took a breath.
he recognised the look on your face, purely because itâs how he would always look at you.
âit fucking sucked you know? having to sit there while you laugh at the idea of spending the night with me. even just going on a date with me.â lando hummed, voice barely above the whisper because with the minimal distance he didnât need to speak any louder. although if he spoke any quieter youâd be worried you wouldnât hear him over the sound of your rapid heartbeat.
you didnât know what to say, head tilting aside ever so slightly as you watched him take a step closer; dangerously close now yet for some reason you found yourself leaning further towards his frame â and the moment you let your eyes flicker to his lips you knew you were done for.
âmâ sorry,â you mumbled; eyes pouring into his once more as if that would ensure he knew you meant it, but he didnât want nor need an apology. but god would he love an opportunity to change your mind.
it was as if you could act without thinking again the moment his hand cupped your cheek, lips pressed onto yours in a rush that had your hand moving to find a grip in his shirt.
you didnât know how to describe it, but suddenly everything made sense as your lips moved together in perfect sync.
the moment almost came crumbling down however when lando pulled away only a few moments later, heavy breaths as his hand remained on your cheek; eyes looking down at you as if you were gods greatest gift to earth.
but as much as this felt like heaven, lando knew he couldnât risk this just being a one time thing. he refused to get a taste of you just to be starved again.
âif you donâtââ lando barely got his words out, you had him read; could see the doubt beginning to creep in. as much as he hated being vulnerable it was almost self perseveration.
thankfully however you didnât give him much time to worry, shaking your head before tugging him closer to you â reconnecting your lips with such certainty lando had no room to fear or doubt you.
it was all he needed, the lid was off and he finally could act on his wants â hands moving to grip your waist as he trapped you between himself and the railing, lips moving against yours without a care in the world that anyone could walk out and see.
it was as if the kiss was the answer to all your questions, suddenly it all made sense. lando made sense; you felt stupid, how had you denied yourself of such thing for so long?
your hands were tangled in his hair, his were clutching your sides for dear life â large hands pawing at your waist then your hips, having to stop himself from getting too greedy and travelling any further.
so caught up in him you quickly realised you needed to breathe, pulling away momentarily; yet you had no time to recover as lando only busied himself with peppering kisses on your jaw.
naturally you tilted your head back, a sigh of content escaping you as you invited him to explore more of you. and lando was not going to ignore such thing, soft kisses now pressed to the skin of your neck.
suddenly you were incredibly aware of the closeness, the way his body was pressed against yours; the cold railing behind you doing little to cool your hot skin; his knee pressing between your thighs having your eyes fluttering shut.
heaven was the only way to describe it.
but really you were on the smokers balcony of a crowded melbourne club, a reality that hit the pair of you as the door swung open and laughter and chatter was suddenly heard.
your eyes flickered to the group who appeared, lando regrettably lifting his head and glancing over his shoulder. the group was unbothered by your presence, you werenât sure the pair of you were even noticed.
landoâs grip had tightened on your waist ever so slightly, as if you could slip away from him like the moment had.
âwe should get out of here,â you spoke through heavy breaths as your eyes met his, watching as his lit up with both relief and eagerness. he only nodded, taking a step backwards as his hands ran over his now crinkled shirt.
the pair of you may had gotten yourselves together in those few seconds, but as you worked your way through the crowded club towards the exit, it was quite clear what had occurred.
the elevator ride only caused swollen lips and messy hair, and you struggled to keep your hands off of him once in the back of a taxi â kissing him was addictive, thatâs the only thing you could think of right now.
the silence wasnât awkward as you stumbled into his hotel room; only the sounds of quiet laughter as he struggled to find his room key. small curses escaping his mouth as he failed to move in the urgency he was currently feeling.
it was messy the way you both discarded your shoes and belongings, a few words and mumbles exchanged before he was tugging you into his chest again â lips once more reconnected.
the space allowed you to wrap your arms around his neck this time, body practically melting into his hold. you wanted to apologise again, explain your thoughts over the last few days, how your change of heart had occurred.
you werenât even sure it was a change of heart; more so just now thinking about new possibilities.
but lando seemed to be the thing that could put those thoughts at bay, finally your mind was silent â all senses consumed with the man in front of you.
you werenât sure which wall heâd backed you against but you didnât care; welcoming the familiar feeling of his lips on your neck once more â taking the few seconds of your brain not being foggy to tug on the end of his shirt before trying to push it up his body.
he got the memo, ridding himself of his shirt and you could feel your breath get caught in your throat at the sight of his toned torso.
âwhat do you want?â landoâs question was matched with an intensity that almost had you squirming, his knee pushing between your thighs once more as you peered up at him.
you were suddenly lost for words, unsure how to vocalise what you wanted.
him. just him. anything he had to offer.
the feeling of his finger running up the side of your leg gave you plenty of ideas; but you were too flustered to articulate such thing.
the sight of you dumbfounded had him letting out a breathy chuckle, eyebrows raising in expectance â yet somehow it just had you squeezing your legs together.
âanything.â you mumbled, cheeks a tint of pink as he only smirked at your answer; you hadnât realised how desperate you sounded. you werenât sure youâve ever sounded so needy.
âgotta be more specific pretty,â his grin told you he was revelling in your flustered state. how could he not? his mind was running wild with plans to have you a needy mess all for him.
the term of endearment was new, a boundary that had never been crossed in your friendship; yet it sounded so natural. what wasnât natural was the way your heart seemed to flutter at the compliment.
âwant me to touch you?â lando was almost mocking you as his hand moved to push your hair back out of your face, cupping the side of your head while doing so to ensure your eyes stayed trained on him â and the mere act had you falling further into submission.
it was pathetic, you were somehow able to identify such thing â standing here with parted lips and wide eyes, having nodded at his words almost too eagerly. you needed to control yourself, at least for now; heâd barely touched you yet.
âwhat do you want?â your words were no where near as confident as his, but you werenât complaining; the confidence suited him, it only had you wanting him more.
you watched as his shoulders lifted in a slight shrug, attempting to keep your mind off his finger that was dangerously close to the hem of your skirt.
âwant to ruin you so youâll only ever think of me if another man touches you.â lando was honest with his answer, you hadnât expected such words to escape his mouth. such bluntness, what sounded like a promise had your knees feeling weak â the idea sounding perfect to you.
but he wasnât finished.
âwant you to cum on my fingers.â he added quietly, your legs spreading ever so slightly as his hand finally ventured under your skirt. âthen my tongue,â he practically chimed; head ducking down to your neck now, his hot breath fanning your skin.
thinking was only getting harder, his words were turning your mind into a puddle, much like the state of your undergarments.
âthen my cock.â he concluded before paying extra attention to the skin on your neck, kissing intently as you let out a shaky breath.
attempting to process such words from him was difficult, but you were quick to figure out it sounded incredible to you.
âhm?â his hum was a taunt, head lifting to look at you once more, watching as you nodded quickly.
âplease,â you practically whimpered, god youâd get on your knees and beg. lando almost groaned from the word leaving your lips alone, the way you were looking up at him with doe eyes had a grin forming on his face, one you mirrored for a brief moment.
the man couldnât believe his eyes, a sight heâd dream of too many times was in front of him in the flesh and he wanted nothing more but to make sure you too would never forget these moments.
his lips returning to yours almost had you failing to notice the way his hand slipped under your skirt, finding your soaked panties with ease. he groaned into your mouth as he realised how wet you were, your only reply a slight tug on his curls.
light and teasing touches were only tolerable for so long, you could deal with his fingers dancing around your clothed folds while his lips stayed on yours â but when he pulled away your breaths became irregular, clinging to every ounce of patience you had.
you were about to whine when his hand pushed your panties to the side, slipping a digit inside of you without warning was enough to have you choking out a moan â hand flying to grip his bicep to ensure your legs wouldnât give out on you.
lando was watching you as if you were gods gift to the earth, thumb settling on your clit naturally that within seconds of him getting to work your eyes were fluttering shut â head falling back against the wall.
âyouâre soaked baby,â his words were barely audible; too in awe of you, but you still managed to catch them as you nodded ever so slightly.
âfor you,â you breathed out â not that it needed clarifying, but the reassurance had the driver smirking proudly, even rewarding you as suddenly a second finger slipped inside of you.
for him. lando would never had thought that would ever be possible. if he wasnât so focused on getting you off heâd be replaying those words in his mind again, and again.
suddenly it was becoming hard to keep quiet, strings of moans and whimpers escaping you in succession, causing landoâs pants to feel incredibly tight. but that was the last thing on his mind, holding you against the wall with the only goal of having you come undone in his grasp.
his name sounded heavenly as you moaned it, so much so lando thought no one else should ever speak it again â nothing would compare to that.
âlook at me.â landoâs demand was so calm you almost missed it, eyes still fluttered shut as your thighs squeezed around his hand. despite hearing him you couldnât act, control of your body slipping away ever so quickly with the way his thumb was circling your sensitive bud.
landoâs breathy laugh wasnât enough to capture your attention either, his touch was all your mind could focus on. so it was when his free large hand trailed up your body to wrap around your neck that your eyes fluttered open.
his eyes were inquisitive, clearly attempting to gage a reaction to the action which had your lips parting despite having no pressure applied. however it was the way you clenched around his fingers that told him enough.
the slight squeeze of your neck was enough to draw a moan out of you, and lando could only hum in content. you were fucking perfect.
it was quickly becoming overwhelming, pleasure suddenly building so quickly â eyes pouring into his as you struggled to form words.
âclose,â was all you managed out; landoâs nod was in sync with his curled fingers â your nails digging into his skin as he brushed the spot that had your legs almost giving out.
you were holding onto him for dear life, moans growing louder and whinier as your vision started to become starry despite having your eyes open.
âlet go baby,â his words were enough to push you over the edge, releasing onto his fingers as you practically panted his name like it was a prayer.
lando had concluded a long time ago that he couldnât fall for you more than he already had; but as he watched you come undone, he realised heâd been wrong. your beauty truly knew no ends â and he was only now more eager to watch your face contort in pleasure again and again.
admiration filled your own eyes as they opened once more to peer up at him, flushed cheeks and a sheepish smile spreading on your face as you attempted to catch your breath.
âyouâre incredible,â lando couldnât stop the praise from escaping him, and watching the way your smile grew had him feeling no regret either; no shame like he usually would when a compliment perhaps too sentimental slipped passed his guard.
however this time it was reciprocated, you could see the meaning behind it â not dismissing it as a friendly comment, instead it had your already flushed cheeks reddening further.
âyou are.â you spoke like it was obvious, even letting out a small giggle â sounding somewhat out of breath but such thing was granted. your arms moved to wrap around his neck again, both to ensure he stayed close and because your only strength was in your arms.
your legs already felt like jelly.
heâd read the situation with ease, because suddenly his hands were hooked under your thighs â halting you up as your legs instinctively wrapped around his torso.
your skirt was bunched at your hips, ruined panties almost shameful. your hands spread out against his toned back, unable to help yourself from feeling as much of his flexed muscles as possible.
messy kisses were exchanged as he moved you through the hotel room, lips lazily moving against each other before your back was hitting his plush mattress.
the sight above you rendered you speechless, no shame in your eyes raking over his frame as he stood at the foot of the bed â you quickly felt overdressed.
your own hands found the hem of your shirt, peeling it off your body, no bra meaning your upper body was exposed to the brit.
you could visibly see him gulp, his eyes dancing over your half naked frame as he took a few deep breaths; tongue flicking over his bottom lip. the man even shook his head in disbelief, unable to help himself when you invitingly leant back on your elbows.
he was on top of you within moments, situating between your spread legs as his head found the exposed skin of your chest, open mouth kisses pressed to your neck, slowly making their way to your breasts.
âyouâre fucking beautiful.â heâd practically grumbled, your fingers finding his curls once more you could only whimper as his teeth tugged on your skin momentarily.
âwant to make you feel good,â you whispered, unable to ignore his hard on pressing into your hip â the feeling had you squirming, keen to feel more of him.
heâd shushed you however, not being derailed as his kisses moved to your stomach now, your head hitting the pillow as you tried to control your breathing â left to stare up at the ceiling momentarily.
âi feel amazing,â lando spoke matter of factly, his hands spreading over your thighs as he parted them to his liking â your eyes flickering down, not expecting to meet his blue ones.
he looked like he was ready to devour you, it made your core practically ache â offered no relief as your legs could only squeeze against his hold.
he was quick in removing your skirt, and your panties â having you bare for him before he was hooking your legs over his shoulders. but his urgency seemed to still there, kisses pressed to your inner thighs instead of your glistening cunt.
âlando,â youâd whined, using all your strength to ensure you could keep your eyes on him, a pretty sight that was rendering you impatient. âplease,â the plea left you in desperation.
you could still feel his breath on your thighs, not where you needed him, and when you heard him chuckle lowly your eyes had to press shut to keep your composure.
âoh baby,â he dragged out; cooing so sweetly your eyes narrowed when they met his again. âneedy little thing,â he commented; quirking an eyebrow your way and you couldnât argue, only pout.
he wasnât wrong, much to your surprise. youâd never found yourself in such position, needing and craving someone so badly. depending on someone else for pleasure was practically foreign.
ânot gonna make you beg,â lando ended your torture, if you could even call it that, mouth connecting with your cunt and your jaw dropped as his tongue quickly found your clit.
you were already sensitive, back arching immediately as you moaned out softly â hands flying to find his curls again.
pure ecstasy was the only way to describe the feeling, his tongue working so perfectly that you were fighting to not press your thighs against his head â body moving with every action, his hand moving to press down on your hips and keep you in place.
your eyes caught his own for a mere few moments, seeing him look up at you however had your own eyes rolling back; too sensitive to stay cool with the onslaught of pleasure.
he was everywhere, consuming every one of your senses â tugging on his curls your only outlet as you moaned and shook.
you werenât ever sure youâd be able to cum from head alone, but you were about to find out â pathetically close already, stomach tightening having barely recovered from your first orgasm.
you forced yourself to gaze down at him again, wanting to see his head between your thighs â watch the way his arms flexed as he held you in place with ease.
his tongue was flicking between your folds, then paying attention to your clit; never missing a beat, it flood over you suddenly.
you could no longer hear the sounds you were making as you came again, back arching off the bed once more â seeing stars, lando sure to catch the sight as you came undone for him again.
it was a blur the next few moments, not present as lando shifted your legs off of his shoulders and back onto his knees, but once you realised the sight in front of you it didnât take long for you to push yourself up the bed so you were sitting up.
âyou good?â landoâs voice was soft now, ensuring you were okay; not oblivious to your tired body. you nodded however, a lazy smile spreading on your lips in reassurance, hooded eyes taking him all in. you just wanted to feel all of him.
âperfect,â you breathed, leaning forward to connect your lips without another word. it was greedy, a few moments of no contact and you were drawn to him again. you just wanted more and more, and the way landoâs hands flied to your waist showed it was truly reciprocated.
you pushed him slightly to sit down, switching positions so he was resting against the headboard now â it didnât take much force, he was letting you guide him, hands delicately roaming your fatigued frame.
climbing into his lap your hands made quick work of his pants, unzipping them and moving all material out of the way to finally free his hardened cock.
lando moaned into your mouth the moment your hand wrapped around his length, pumping a few times was the relief heâd been ignoring since you entered the hotel room.
he struggled to kiss back for a mere moment, causing your eyes to flutter open, lips curving upwards at the sight of his face contorted in pleasure.
fuck you could get used to that image.
âcome on baby,â lando rasped out as his hands found a home on your hips â guiding them upwards ever so slightly. âfuck yourself on my cock yeah?â there was a slight smugness in his tone; the type that had you falling into submission once more, despite him vocalising your plans.
your arms moved to hold onto his shoulders, enough to help steady you as you guided your hips on top of his, lowering yourself down onto his cock.
the pair of you gasped in sync, your forehead resting against his as you took him all in at once, jaw going slack from the stretch.
you stilled, needing time to adjust to his size â and lando had no complaints, the feeling of you wrapped around him having him content.
âyou feel fucking incredible,â the driver rasped, lips brushing against yours as he spoke; and you could only whimper at first, a few deep breaths escaping you.
âso big,â you mumbled; having to swallow intently before mustering the energy to begin moving â eyes pouring into his as you began to ride him.
the closeness and intimacy would usually scare you; heck, it would normally terrify him. yet somehow it felt right, as if this wasnât the first time between the pair of you.
your nails dug into his skin once more as you shifted up and down, landoâs hands only on your skin to ensure he had a hold on you â letting you set the pace as he watched, jaw tense and eyes adoring.
âfuck lando,â you whined when heâd bottom out once more, hitting a spot so deep inside of you that your toes were curling â the sound of his own grunts and moans only adding to the pleasure.
âdoing so good for me gorgeous,â his praise only encouraged you, words so delicate. you sped up as much as you could, not too fast but with more urgency than before; as much as your sore body would allow.
it wasnât long before you started to tire, your moans grew whinier but you didnât need to say anything â a choked moan escaping your throat when his hips suddenly thrusted up to meet your movements.
you hadnât thought you could feel more full but you were wrong, and lando didnât relent as he started fucking up into you.
you were like a doll in his hands, as he started to practically move you up and down his cock; his own hips continuing to thrust up you couldnât keep up, eyes screwing shut as your mouth fell agape.
âfuck lando fuck,â you were practically chanting; a string of curses and his name; it all felt too good. fucking perfect, you couldnât comprehend any of it.
âtake it baby.â he grunted, and you nodded so quickly as if youâd ever disappoint him, fingers reaching to his back and nails dragging across the skin â his thrusts harsh, not slow but not too quick that you wouldnât have time to feel every inch of him.
your head was thrown back, exposing your bare chest further to him â which lando made the most of for the time being, lips ducking down and attaching to one of your nipples for a few moments.
but as your sounds got louder he needed to be able to see your face clearly, hand moving up your back and tangling in your hair to force you to look at him.
âopen your eyes princess,â he practically demanded, and at this point youâd do anything he said without question; eyes fluttering open to look at him.
his stamina was impressive, not surprising, still bouncing you on his cock as if it was nothing â but the way his breaths got shaky and his hooded eyes revealed he was feeling the pleasure like you were.
âwhoâs making you feel this good?â landoâs question escaped him without much thought; he just needed to hear you say it. wanted to revel in the fact he had you in such a state. your praise and reassurance held such a high value to him.
âyou, lando, you,â you whined out in response â and you felt his hand move back to your hip, needing to use your own strength now to keep your head upright. âfeels so good,â you told him â squeezing him as you did so.
heâd groaned at the feeling, almost having cum on the spot; thankfully he didnât, because he needed to see you fall apart one more time.
âwant to cum again yeah? that you want?â his mouth seemed to know no ends, the taunting only making your stomach grow tighter as you nodded to the best of your ability.
his breaths were heavy now, hands travelling to your ass as he used that as his grip of your body instead.
âwanna hear you say it,â lando grumbled â head ducking into the exposed skin of your neck, more kisses pressed onto your skin and the thought of marks being there from the amount of attention heâd paid to it was the last thing on either of your minds.
you were struggling now, too fucked out to process his words as quickly as heâd like â so much so a harsher thrust upwards had you aware you needed to answer him, yet you already forgot what he said.
âtoo fucked out to form words baby?â lando teased now that he knew he had your attention; and he chuckled once more when you shook your head quickly. âwant to hear you say it.â he repeated, eyes piercing yours.
âwannaâ cum again,â your words were laced with desperation, needing to take a breath between sentences as his cock spread you open. âplease let me cum,â
the british driverâs hum of satisfaction turned into a moan of pleasure at your plea, sounding and looking so pretty for him, it was clear youâd done enough as you felt his hand snake down between your bodies to your clit.
your vision went white practically immediately, almost yelping from how sensitive you were; thrown over the edge with little warm as you came on his dick â practically screaming his name as you did so.
lando came inside you merely a few seconds later, jaw slack from the sight of you and the way your walls squeezed him once more â only now was his thrusts sloppy as you both rode out your highs.
you were practically limp in his lap, forehead pressed against his shoulder as his own head rested against the headboard; heavy and irregular breaths filling the silence.
his hand moved to your head, fingers running through the strands of your hair comfortingly, the action causing you to hum in appreciation.
both of you were content with the silence, purely because neither of you knew exactly what to say. what to do. this was unexpected, to say the least.
you sat up straight after a couple minutes however, eyes meeting his ones; noticing the lack of intensity and confidence they held prior.
he was studying you as well, attempting to not spiral into a âwhat now.â
this meant a lot to him, he wouldnât put that on you â that wouldnât be fair. but you already had a good idea.
âi was wrong.â you finally managed to say what had been on the tip of your tongue, offering a small smile as his eyebrows raised in question.
he didnât fully understand.
âabout this. us. not making sense. being ridiculous.â you clarified, and the realisation washed over his features. you could feel him tense up slightly beneath you â shaking his head quickly.
âwe donât have to talk about it right now,â he assured in certainty. he didnât want you to feel obligated to protect his feelings because you slept together.
which you appreciated, it was cute. he was thoughtful â which shouldnât be a surprise.
âiâm not promising anything,â you clarified, dismissing him this time; you didnât feel obligated at all. you werenât saying youâd be his girlfriend and expected flowers when you woke up, but you needed him to know you no longer stood by what you said. you were also relieved to be able to articulate your thoughts. âbut i was wrong.â you hummed.
a lazy smile spread on his features at that, acting like a catalyst for your own. a mumble of an okay and laughter was exchanged, before his lips were on yours again; a gentle kiss this time.
one you could certainly get used too.
ââ
a/n: 615 days later and iâve finally finished another fic. hope yâall r still there đđ
incredibly sorry for my inactivity and special shout out to everyone who has continued to support me despite the radio silence??? i love u
anyways i donât love this but the fact i had the motivation to see it through was enough. hoping itâll ease me back into writing and getting back up to standard, so apologises that itâs a little rusty đ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒ
what hasnât changed is that itâs currently unedited and the ending is rushed hehe
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Lowlifes [M] Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Fem!Reader Tags: 11.5k, f2l, smut, fluff, humor, foundfamily, gang?au, 18+ Summary: Seungcheol grows tired of watching you fool around with a string of loser boyfriends and steps in when an ex shows up somewhere he's not welcome which unravels years of feelings lost in translation. Warnings: SMUT 18+, MINORS DNI!! mxf unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, lots of making out both in public and private, lots of touching, holding, soft manhandling, language, physical violence, mentions of injuries, broken bones, etc. not super detailed but very much implied they are in an illegal crime crew/gang/ring whatever. people are drinking in the bar and getting lit bc it's big dawg dk's bday ok. i think that covers it.
Seungcheol knows he should mind his business and heâs well aware that you can handle your own problems because you take great pleasure in reminding him of your capabilities.
That doesnât mean heâs not watching out of the corner of his eye as youâre pacing back and forth at the far end of the bar. Your phone is glued to your ear and youâre obviously upset, throwing your free hand in the air with a string of expletives falling from your lips so clearly that he doesnât have to hear you to make them out. Itâs obvious whoâs on the other end of that call and just knowing youâre still speaking to your ex irks his nerves.
He drinks down the remainder of his beer as he continues monitoring from a distance, running the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip with thinly veiled irritation.Â
When you hang up the phone, mid-sentence, it takes everything in you not to turn and drive your fist through the wall. All the pretty promises and apologiesâŠyou knew they were empty. You knew he would disappoint you yet again. Youâre more angry with yourself for being stupid enough to hope heâd come through for once but instead of being here with you and your friends, trying to work shit out, heâs running with his new crew.Â
Things were always tumultuous with Jae and never going to work out, which you knew very early on, but you just loathe being wrong when you give someone a chance. It was a foolâs hope to think he might turn it around and make you feel better about letting him into your life to begin with.
The truth of the matter was that Jae just wanted to be a part of your crew and when they refused to let him in, he went and found another and tried to drag you along with him. There wasnât a chance in hell that youâd leave them, your family, but you tried to make things work and it bit you in the ass more times than you could count.Â
Youâre pissed as all hell when you slip back into the booth, right into Seungcheolâs side. Heâs warm and familiar, and when his arm falls around your shoulder it tempers your rage just a touch. Another thing Jae couldnât standâŠhow close the two of you were.Â
Seungcheol has been by your side since you and your brother were kids. You three have been thick as thieves, literally, for so long that you were more comfortable with him than anyone else in the world. You loved, trusted, and respected Seungcheol to a fault.Â
He also notoriously letâs you get away with pretty much everything.Â
So, for no reason other than needing a distraction and hoping to get a rise out of him, you take the cold fresh beer heâs yet to touch right out of his hands and bring it to your lips. He makes an amused sound and pinches your shoulder where his hand rests.Â
âThat doesnât belong to you,â he grumbles, though he doesnât do anything to stop you from taking whatever you want.
You swallow another small mouthful and set the beer down, pushing it back into his grip. The little gasp of surprise you let out when his big hand catches around yours before you can let go of the glass makes Cheol grin which is an improvement from the scowl heâs been sporting for most of the night.
âYou gonna tell me why youâve been so grumpy?â you ask, leaning into him so he can actually hear you over all the noise, âYou only nurse a beer when youâre in a shit mood.â
He lets you pull your hand from the cold glass but doesnât put any distance between your bodies, he lessens it instead. Youâre so close that he doesnât even need to speak loudly for you to hear him. âI didnât realize you paid that much attention to me.â His deep rumbling voice can be felt this closely and the alcohol in the warmth of your belly feels fizzy.
âIâve known you longer than anyone else here,â you reason, âYou canât hide anything from me.â
Seungcheol snickers, âOh, I bet I could.â
You donât get the chance to try and one up him because your phone buzzes incessantly in your lap. Pulling back, you both see who is calling and Seungcheol kisses his teeth in irritation. You silence the call, sending your ex to voicemail and youâre about to reach for your own drink but another incoming call prevents you.
âYou want me to answer it?âÂ
Seungcheolâs tone is dangerous so you silence the call again and continue reaching for your glass. âHeâll give up.â
That isnât typically the case but you're praying this once it is because you really donât feel like dealing with Jaeâs bullshit any more than you wish to handle a pissed off Seungcheol or get a lecture from your brother. Jeonghan, over-bearing and unhinged as he is, will talk you to death when you make a poor choice as if his entire lifestyle isnât comprised of the ones heâs made. Better to keep him out of it too. Â
Cheol will give you a piece of his mind but heâs more like your big, scary guard dog and even though youâre never on the receiving end, you know heâs got a nasty bite so youâd prefer to keep the leash short and not dangle bait before him. The last thing you need is Seungcheol winding up in a cell because of youâŠhe toes that line enough as it is.
Unfortunately, nothing is going your way tonight and your phone lights up again. Normally youâd leave it alone but another part of you, one far and detached from who is calling, still fears the guilt of missing back-to-back calls heavens forbid something has happened.
Itâs the only reason youâre answering, shouting over the noise, âYouâd better be dying. What the hell do you want?â
âBaby, I just need to talk to you and youâre ignoring me,â he whines back and bile gathers at the base of your throat, âI already said I was sorry! Your friends donât even like me so I donât know why you asked me to come. They donât think Iâm good enough for you.â
âYouâre not good enough for me,â is the first thing that comes out of your mouth, beyond caring about his feelings at this point, âYouâve proved that time and time again and I donât need them to tell me what I already know. Iâm busy. Donât call me again.â
âWait, wait!â he calls out to you desperately - it makes your skin crawl, âIâll come pick you up, sweetheart. Iâll take you somewhere real nice, just us two, ok? You just stay there and Iâll come get you.â
Your face bunches up incredulously, âDonât bother showing up now! The olive branch I extended by inviting you tonight no longer exists. I donât want you here and Iâm definitely not going anywhere just the two of us. Iâm with my crew and youâre with yours,â you argue back, âThatâs what you chose, so thatâs what you get.â
There is silence on the end of the line and then laughter.Â
âYouâre lucky youâre hot because itâs a distraction from how fucking crazy you are! I swear to god, youâre just trying to piss me off so Iâll pay more attention to you! Is that what you want? Want me to drop everything to be with you? Like you donât get enough fucking attentio-â
âHang up,â comes a growl from your left and when you look over, Seungcheol is seething.
You donât waste another breath except to say, âDonât call me again,â before disconnecting..
As you tuck your phone back between your thighs you accidentally meet Jeonghanâs gaze from across the table. His eyes flick between you just having ended another call and Seungcheol who looks like he might shatter the glass in his hand at any given moment. He raises a brow, his silent way of asking if everything is okay and you wink back like itâs totally fine. No worries. Not a thing wrong or out of place.Â
Which, it probably would have been if your phone hadnât vibrated again a minute later.Â
Itâs just the one time so you thought it was a fluke, a misdial, but then it buzzes againâŠ.and again. Then itâs a continually buzzing stream of new alerts so you pull your phone out and find sixteen unread messages. You donât even bother reading them and shove the phone back between your thighs. Just. Shut. Up.
Minutes pass and youâre trying really hard to enjoy Chanâs little impromptu performance at the bar, and it sounds lovely, truly, but itâs difficult to focus on anything at all between your efforts to internally process your exâs fucking audacity and to ignore furious heat rolling off Seungcheolâs body still so close to your own..Â
Heâs wholly enraged and you can feel it.
There is maybe a solid seven minutes where your phone sits silently and youâre about to turn to speak to Jihoon and thenâŠanother text comes through. Seungcheolâs patience finally wears through and he plucks it from between your thighs before you can react. You watch quietly, not bothering to argue with him as he forces a shut down before pocketing it inside his jacket.Â
You still stare at him like some admonished teenager and he stares back with a small smirk, daring you to say something. Heâs not doing it to punish you - thatâs the reason you donât push back - heâs going to make sure you enjoy the night just like everyone else. He knows itâs not going to happen if youâre glued to your phone and so do you.Â
Narrowing your eyes, you smirk back. âYouâre giving that back later, right?â
His answering grin is troubling. âI might make you earn it.â
You toy with the idea of asking how but that line of thought is mercifully interrupted by a round of shots for the whole table being delivered and passed around. You had to wait the additional four minutes of having to sit through Hoshi giving an impromptu speech that almost dissolves to tears because heâs probably (definitely) two shots too deep and then itâs back to chaos and youâre finally free to be a part of it.
Your mood lifts tremendously over the next hour so being present in the moment with the people you love. Haoâs girlfriend Jessie passes you a sticker sheet with little glittery hearts and stars which end up all over the bar, in joshuaâs hair, the tip of Junâs nose, the bathroom walls, and some litter the dance floor. Woozi steals a couple for the back of his phone case and when you run out she supplies you with temporary tattoos. Almost everyone has at least two imprinted on their skin by the time those are run through.
When your hands are empty and your drinks all run dry, an old country western song crackles over the speakers and suddenly youâre being dragged out onto the floor by Mingyu who is hell bent on trying to replicate some old line dance youâre sure heâs fabricated in his foggy mind. Something about heels and toes, and being swung around your partner - itâs fun and somewhat terrifying when heâs nearly lifting you off the ground mid-spin.Â
Itâs not his fault that heâs got long legs and two left feet when he drinks so itâs mostly the two of you skipping in circles, laughing and completely out of breath, but itâs a blast.Â
And then you catch something out of the corner of your eye that makes you stop dead in your tracks. Mingyu doesnât even notice that youâve stopped until he trips over your foot, looking down at you in confusion. âYou givinâ up on me?â
âWhat the fuck is he doing here?âÂ
The voice comes from Joshua in the corner, which means somehow word spread about tonightâs falling out without you knowing, and now everyone is looking at your ex, boldly and moronically standing a few feet away from you which is several feet too close for their liking. Unsurprisingly, itâs Hoshi whoâs already in his face, smiling in the most menacing fashion. âThis is a private event so unfortunately for you, youâll have to fuck off.â
Jae scoffs aloud, âI donât give a shit about your party.â
Then his scowl twists into a smirk but itâs cruel and mirthless, his eyes falling on you and Mingyu who had at some point out of habit placed his body just in front of your own.
âI came for my girl but it looks like sheâs already moved on for the night, throwing herself at one of you sorry assholes because I couldnât make time for her. Typical.â
Mingyu anticipates you trying to step around him and quickly catches you around the waist to hold you back at the same time that Seokmin stands from his chair so quickly it falls backwards and lands with a loud clatter. âWatch your fucking mouth,â he warns menacingly.Â
âWatch my mouth? Iâm just pointing out that facts. I should have known thatâs why she suddenly didnât want me here,â he goes on like every pair of eyes on him arenât glaring daggers, âWould have ruined her plans to get shit-faced and open her legs for whichever one of you looked at her first.â
Jeonghan hurls himself at Jae with an opened switchblade in his hand but, thankfully, Joshua and Jihoon catch him first, and the bastard laughs knowing none of them would let Jeonghan get close enough to do something stupid. Not with witnesses around anyway.
Jae tilts his head, speaking directly to Jeonghan with his hands in his pockets and condescention dripping from his tongue, âYouâre her big brother,â he pouts, just pouring salt in the wound, âYouâre really just going to sit back and allow all your friends to take turns with your little sister? The crewâs designated whor-â
He barely forms a smirk before Seungcheol appears out of nowhere and suckerpunches him in the mouth so hard the crack is audible throughout the bar. Unfortunately for Jae, heâs still conscious when he hits the ground, broken teeth and blood pouring from his maw as he screams in excruciating pain. Youâre sure his jaw is broken and youâre glad.Â
Absolutely no one moves to help him. Hardly even bats an eye.
Then, Seungcheol draws his leg back and kicks Jae in the stomach which means heâs not done and after what your ex just saidâŠyouâre not sure anyone in your crew will step in to stop him. You move instantly, pulling yourself out of Mingyuâs protective grip to push your way to the front where youâre relieved to see Vernon already attempting to pull his friend away and he does but not before your exâs hand is crushed under the sole of Seungcheolâs boot and the screaming starts anew.Â
When you reach them, you immediately put yourself in the middle without hesitation, both hands against Seungcheolâs chest in an effort to calm him down before he loses it completely. One of his hands is still clenched at his side and youâre trying desperately to get him to look down at you. He doesnât but his other hand comes up to sit at your hip and thatâs enough of an acknowledgement that you relax, just slightly.Â
You turn just your head to look down at Jae whoâs never looked more pitiful. Covered in blood, dirt, snot, and tears.Â
Seungcheol glares over your shoulder at the broken man on the floor, his arm now firmly seated around your body in a possessive display as he growls, âAlways running your fucking mouth,â then he nods in your brotherâs direction, âI should let him cut your tongue out.â
Jeonghanâs knife spins dangerously between his deft fingers like heâs itching to use it.Â
Heâs no longer restrained, nearly deranged, and begins stalking toward your ex who flinches away and frantically shakes his head, unable to speak with his mangled mouth. Your voice cuts clear into the charged air. âJeonghan,â you call out and your brother stops mid-step to look up at you patiently. You shake your head at him and he concedes but the fire in his eyes is palpable.Â
He smiles down at Jae, voice lilting and deadly. âYouâre safeâŠfor now,â he tilts his head, crouching down to get closer, âAnd donât bother running back to your crew for help or hope for some form of retaliation,â He pauses, covering his mouth with his knife, giggling with feral delight dancing in his eyes, âI bet you didnât tell them where you were going or who you were fucking with because they never would have let you come and I can only imagine how pissed theyâre going to be when they find out.â
Jaeâs brows furrow indicating his confusion and Jeonghan laughs again, wiggling his long fingers, tapping them with the point of his blade. âHow do you think your ring leader lost two fingers on his right hand? That pretty scar down the side of his face? It was an improvement if you ask me,â he croons and Jaeâs eyes widen with renewed horror, âLoyal little lap dog ever since and hilariously, still harboring a rather sweet crush on my darling sister. Small world, huh? Weâll be sure to let him know how you feel about her and whoâs responsible for,â he waves his hand with an air of distaste, gesturing to Jae, âThis.â
When Jeongan stands again, his smile falls flat and you turn your head quickly, tucking it into Cheolâs chest when you hear the crunch and subsequent thud as your brother stomps and knocks Jae out cold. Itâs cruel, perhaps, but now knowing who exactly heâs been working for, youâd consider this a mercy compared to wait awaits him.
Seungcheol lifts his chin with a silent order and Junhui and Mingyu are already stepping forward to haul Jaeâs unconscious form out of the bar with Joshua leisurely striding behind them, Jaeâs phone in hand. Theyâll dump him outside, a few blocks away. Heâs lucky theyâre not animals - Josh will use Jaeâs phone to deliver a personal message to his crew but beyond that, heâs no longer your crewâs problem. Retaliation isnât even a concern in this situation.
The atmosphere is obviously soured and you can still feel the rage swirling in the air. There isnât a single member of your crew who wouldnât have loved a turn. Even Minghao, calm and even, the most level-headed in situations like this has a particular air of cruelty about him in the moment and Jessie at his side tucks away a glittering pair of brass knuckles. You donât have to glance around to they are waiting for an order and Cheol still has his eyes focused on the door. There are also a few patrons who are not associated with your crew, the kind who know when to mind their business, but even they seem to be waiting to be told what to do next.
So, you clear your throat and try to paint on a pretty smile.
âPardon the interuption,â you sigh, each head in the room swiveling in your direction, âTurn the music up and order another round for the whole bar,â you glance up to find Seuncheol already looking down at you and you pat his chest, âDrinks are still on the big guy so youâd better take advantage while heâs still feeling generous.â
Thankfully, its enough to get everyone moving again, your crew falling right back into the party swing as if nothing happened. It was so easy for them to flip the switch sometimes. From volatile back to joyous - back to shots, and karaoke, and dancing.Â
Seungcheol was still furious though. He doesnât bounce back nearly as fast.
âWhy donât we take a walk out back?â
He doesnât budge for a moment and you say his name a little more firmly this time to which he reponds, âYeah, yeah. Iâm sorry. Letâs go.â
No one asks questions or follows the two of you when he takes your hand and leads you out the back and into the crisp night air. Itâs dark but the moon etches just enough light that you can still see each other easily. Seungcheolâs shoulders are tense and you watch his fists clench and unfurl methodically. Theyâre also red and angry after making direct contact with Jaeâs teeth. The thought makes your gut roil.
âChoi Seungcheol,â you lightly grumble, âYou canât go around hospitalizing every asshole that is mean to me.â
Nothing at first and then thereâs a little huff of laughter. âI can absolutely do just that, or worse. Besides, I only hit him once.â
âYou broke his jawâŠand probably a few ribs with that kick,â you sigh and lean back against the building, glancing up at the sky. âMy point is that I know you can but that doesnât mean you should. If you get arrested, whoâs gonna take care of me?â
He smirks. âSpoiled.â
âYour fault,â you roll your eyes and really look at him. âI didnât know he was working for Kaito, obviously. You know I wouldâve cut him off completely If I had.â
âI didnât know either,â he admits, shrugging off your surprise, âJeonghan must have found out and kept it to himself. You know how he likes to hold onto things until its useful. Your brother is kind of a sadistic asshole sometimes.â
âHannie is just eccentric and has weird hobbies,â you counter with a small grin, âBesides, heâs your best friend so think about what that says about you.â
He just winks in response. Itâs maddening and attractive, per usual.Â
âMhm,â you hum quietly, pleased to watch him unwind in front of you, because of you. âIâm glad to see youâre in a better mood,â you tease him, âI thought for a few that you might have been mad at me.â
Cheol lets out a long sigh and digs his hands into his pockets. âIâm never mad at you.â
You cross your arms and quirk a brow at him, âThatâs a blatant lie and you know it. I canât even count how many times youâve chewed my ass out for one thing or another.â
âThe handful of times that I have yelled at you came directly after you did something dangerous,â he argues back with a short laugh, âCalling your ex, that fucker in particular, makes me question your judgement and maybe your sanity, but itâs not a reason for me to be mad at you. If anything itâs mild frustration.â
You narrow your eyes at him. Itâs more than mild. âSay what you need to say, Cheol.â
He squares his shoulders, face serious much like his tone. âYouâre too smart to keep choosing assholes that let you down over and over again. So, why do you do it?â
You purse your lips. âTouche,â heâs not wrong, âI am self aware enough to admit my track record is shit but there is not a lot to work with. Itâs not as though our dating pool is stellar, Cheol. Weâre lowlifesâŠwe associates with other lowlifes. Nice boys like girls like me until they realize Iâm not worth the trouble.â
He sputters out a laugh and steps closer, just enough to lower his voice in the echoing alley way. A touch closer and you could probably steal a little body heat youâre starting to wish for. âYou are the trouble,â his eyes sparkle when he says it, like its a compliment, âNice boys too soft for you anyway and weâre not lowlifesâŠwe just live a little differently. You can do better,â he smirks when you roll your eyes again, âYou canâŠyou just donât.â
You uncross your arms and spread them out before you. âOh, any suggestions? I forgot you were a dating expert-â then you break into a laugh and Cheol is throwing his head back, knowing whatâs coming. âOh, wait! I forgot. Youâve not had a girlfriend in what? Five years? Eight?â
He snatches both your hands out of the air and pushes them back toward your chest, trying to reign in his amusement and overall urge to smother you. âYouâre high maintenance enough. Why the hell would I need a girlfriend? Iâve got enough on my plate.â
You reach out and lightly punch him in the chest. âYouâre a big boy, Cheol. Donât let me hold you back. I can handle myself.â
At this, he snorts and pulls a hand out of his pocket to point at you. âYou can handle yourself? Did I not pick you up in a police station two months ago for speedingâŠagain?â
You pull off the wall with your mouth open to defend yourself and he abruptly pushes you right back against it and continues. âWho taught you how to drive and took the blame when you ran over Jeonghanâs bike when you were fifteen? Who showed up at three in the morning to pick your drunk ass up at that halloween party just so you could puke in my car and my bedâŠall night?â he pushes closer and lowers his voice âWho bailed you out of jail four months ago when you took a glass bottle to someoneâs head in club and it turned out to be a fucking cop?â
âHe looked like any other perv fondling girls on the dance floor!â You shout, eyes wide and wild as if someone would overhear, âHow was I supposed to know he was a cop?! And why does it matter? He was a creep and Iâd do it again!â
Seungcheol is simply dissolving into laughter, his earlier shit mood absolutely erased, and then as your volume grows he starts attempting to shush you though itâs half-assed.Â
âShhhh,â he laughs even harder, âI know, I know. Iâm just teasing,â he grins when you finally crack a small smile, âHonestly, I was so proud of you that night. Took fifteen stitches to sew him back together and I hear itâs left a big ugly scar.â
You scoff in disbelief at his blatant pride. âProud?! You chewed my ass out the entire way home.â
âQuit doing dangerous shit without me,â he shrugs unapologetically, âIf youâre gonna get yourself in trouble, at least make sure Iâm there to back you up.â
You roll your eyes, placing your cool hands under your chin to warm them. A cold wind whips through the alley, tossing his soft black hair around. Naturally, he steps into the windâs path, blocking you from the worst of it because thatâs what he does. It grants you the opportunity to slide a little closer and he chuckles, catching on very quickly to what youâre trying to do. Use him as both a human shield and personal heater.Â
He looks down at you with that soft gaze you know is only reserved for you. As youâve grown older together, youâve learned that itâs best to avoid basking in it for more than a few seconds at a time. Your eyes dart down to his chest and back up again, not quite meeting his eyes this time. âItâs colder than I thought it would be tonight.â
He pulls your jacket a little tighter around you. âWe can go back inside if you want.â
Whatever you want - itâs always whatever you want. Sometimes you just want to know what Seungcheol wants.
You hold eye contact with him now, just watching to see if his expression changes at all. Itâs almost dizzying, staring at one another so closely. A stupid decision on your part, honestly.
âWhat if I asked you to take me home?â
Simple. âWe can go home. Just gotta grab my key-â
You shake your head with a small laugh. âActually, I think we should go back in and sing karaoke.â
His lips pull up, always quick to pick up on the game. âWhat song? I love karaoke.â
âLiar. You hate karaoke,â you grin, âWhy do you give into anything I ask?â
His smile is so beautiful - it always has been.Â
âI do not give into everything,â he corrects you and then huffs in amusement, âGo ahead, try your luck but put some actual thought into it. You know most things are negotiable for lowlifes like us.â
âGreat! So, youâll let me drive your car tomorrow night?â you bat your eyes at him soo prettily. Itâs in the bag.
He hardly budges. âNo,â comes from those plump lips more clearly than youâve ever heard it in your life and you instinctually pout like a child which amuses him. âI said put some actual thought into it. Youâre a terrible driver.â
âYou also said to try my luck,â you answer and it comes out more like a grumble, âWhich has apparently abandoned me tonight.âÂ
The way you drop your shoulders and pull yourself inward knocks him off kilter and his smile drops in a split second. When he speaks again, his voice is just a touch deeper - less playful, more gentle. The change is so slight that anyone else would miss it but youâve got that shift of his rooted in your memory at this point.Â
âYour luck? Maybe,â he tips his head in consideration, close enough that heâs slipped his arms around you, big hands splayed comfortingly against the middle of your back, âIâm still here though.â
You know you should put some space in between your bodies right now but that little voice that is usually telling you to mind your boundaries is so far away in the moment that you do the opposite. Closing the distance, you look up at him as you slip your hands around his waist beneath his jacket. âYeah, youâre always here for me. Arenât you?â
When he dips his head closer, his tone is surprisingly serious. âI hope thatâs not an actual question at this point.â
His free hand comes up to catch the back of your neck as you move to pull away, to ask him to explain or just to confirm that what youâre feeling is mercifully mutually, but youâre trapped - body painted against Seungcheolâs in the moonlight. Itâs probably the most intimate position youâve ever been in with him and your heart thrashes in your chest.
âIâve always been right here,â his nose and lips brush your cheek as he speaks, âPatiently waiting.â
âWaiting for what?â you ask too softly but he smiles, you can feel it against your skin.
âFor you to get tired of playing house,â He chides gently, âYou already have a home with me and you know it.â
To say it out loud for the first time is almost staggering for Seungcheol and itâs a devastating revelation for you. Each time you tried dating someone new it had felt like a cheap replacement to distract you from the despairing thoughts of loving Seungcheol and him not loving you back, but he was there. Watching, waiting, already belonging to you in every way the entire time.Â
The first sound out of your mouth is escaped laughter. Itâs soft and disbelieving.Â
Seungcheol smiles as he pulls back enough to see your face. âYou genuinely didnât know?â
You shake your head back and forth, still laughing, and the dimples in his cheeks pinch as heâs rolling his eyes at you, snickering to himself. âYouâre the worst. I seriously thought you were playing dumb on purpose,â he groans, though his hands meet in the middle of your back now, comfortably laced like he plans on staying this way for a while. âTell me. Who are all those idiots in there to you?â
Easy. âTheyâre my brothers.â
âAnd who am I?â
Your lips twitch and he smirks. âYouâre justâŠSeungcheol,â saying it makes everything so plain and simple. So obvious. âYouâre my Seungcheol.â
âExactly. Have I ever felt like a brother to you? Like just a friend?â he prods, pretty white teeth still on display. Heâs going to drive his point home like always.Â
âListen, jerk,â you poke him in the chest with a long sigh, âOf course you never felt like those things to me. I didnât want to see you as just a friend and definitely not as a brother, gross,â you grimace at the thought, âBut just because I felt that way about you doesnât mean I thought you felt the same. I thought it was all very one-sided and I was just going to eventually get over it.â
He raises a single brow. âAnd,â he blinks pointedly, âHave you gotten over it yet?
âUnfortunately not.â
âGood.â
Good because heâs truly out of patience at this point and heâs going to make sure you know exactly how he feels without question.Â
And thatâs how you find yourself caged up against the wall outside the bar, Seungcheolâs lips hungirly claiming your own. His hands trace your body outside your clothing until he gets tired of the separation and you jolt feeling his cold hands against your waist beneath your shirt. There isnât a second of stillness. Heâs constantly moving, shifting, giving, taking.Â
Youâre no better.Â
The second he kissed you it was like a flood of energy zapping each and every one of your nerves. After your lips, your arms were quickly in motion, wrapping around his neck and shoulders. Fingers threading through and tugging at his hair. He touched you and kissed you so thoroughly that despite the fact that is freezing and youâre indeed, exposed outside while your friends are just on the other side of that back door, you want more.Â
More, more, more.Â
Seungcheol does too.Â
âLetâs go,â he mumbles between your lips, still too enthralled to pull away.Â
It makes you laugh, though itâs a little delirious because heâs back to sucking and biting pretty little marks onto your neck, and you peel your eyelids open to see the fog from your breath as you speak. âItâs Seokâs birthday,â your mouth pops open with a silent gasp as he bites you again, âWe canât just leave.â
He drags himself back up and meets your eyes, grinning, âLike hell we canât. Go get in my car,â he digs his keys out of his pocket and passes them over, âIâll let the boys know weâre leaving.â
You stand there for a moment, keys in your outstretched hand, âWait!â you realize heâs already opening the door. Heâs so serious. âWhat are you going to tell them?â
He shrugs, âThat we have better things to do.â
Appalling. âSeungcheol!â
Now heâs smirking. âAlright, alright. Iâll tell them weâre leaving and going back to my place to fu-â
âSEUNGCHEOL!â
âYou donât want me to lie and you donât want me to tell the truth,â he blinks back at you, âI am not sure what you want from me, baby.â
Well. Brain melted. If heâs calling you âBabyâ he can do whatever he damn well pleases.Â
âIâll be waiting,â you laugh, quickly spinning on your heel before you drag him away and he doesnât get a chance to tell anyone youâre leaving. They probably wouldnât notice for a few hours anyway. You shake your head, hurrying your steps toward his car.Â
It feels like youâre waiting an eternity but itâs only been a few minutes and when you glance out the window heâs already hurrying back. Youâre not sure if he just caught the first person he saw and told them to pass it on or if he walked in and announced it to the entire bar but you honestly donât care. Youâre maybe fifteen minutes from the garage, Cheolâs permanent (and your home away from) home. Heâll probably make it in eight with the way he drives.Â
âIâm surprised to not find you in the driverâs seat,â he laughs, shutting the door and immediately bringing the car to life.Â
âYouâre the better driver and Iâd like to get there quickly.â
Smirking, he smoothly backs out of his parking space and peels out onto the road. âI think youâre plenty good at speeding. If your record has anything to say about it.â
You roll your eyes at him. âOk, so youâre better at speeding and not getting caught. This is why I handle the other business aspects.â
His hand slips over the middle and lands on your thigh, kneading and flexing possessively.Â
Watching you handle business has always intrigued and infuriated him. Youâve swindled awful men out of house and home - lining your crewâs pockets with all the spoils. It had always been a fine line between letting you work while recognizing how good you were at your job and trying not to strangle every dickhead who thought that fake smile you gave them was genuine. âMight have to retire you now.â
You pout in his direction knowing his moody comment is nothing more than his protective, if not slightly dominant, nature coming through. Heâs not at all serious, even if heâd like to be. âYou gonna take care of me so I donât have to work anymore?â
He grins at the suggestion. âYou know Iâll take care of you, baby. Minghao is plenty good-looking. Weâll start using him instead.â
You snort at the thought. âYouâre better off sending, Jeonghan. He's pretty, charming, and he knows exactly how to get what he wants out of anyone. Why do you think Iâm so good at it? Learned from the best.â
âYeah,â Cheol turns, the wheel smoothly gliding through his hand, âI donât typically have to worry about you stabbing or torturing anyone though.â
âTypically?â you turn in surprise, laughing, âAre you saying it has been a concern?â
He looks at you with a brow quirked. âOnce or twice,â he scoffs, âYou are way more like your brother than you realize.â
âOh? You got a thing for him too?â
He snickers in response, shaking his head. âLittle shit.â
He squeezes the meat of your thigh again and you realize heâs shifted his hand higher, his fingers spread wide, the pads biting into your jeans. âQuit flirting with me and drive faster.â
The only sound that follows is his quiet amusement and the roar of the engine.Â
Pulling into the garage, youâre feeling too charged from the quiet, electrifying tension. It makes you feel jerky, like every movement of your body takes too much effort and every surface you touch shocks your skin. Youâre already eyeing the stairs leading up to his loft but heâs taking his sweet time coming around the front of his car, waiting for the garage doors to roll back down. You want to barrel straight into him but you donât exactly trust your legs to carry you.Â
The doors close with a loud thud and he looks over at you still standing near the passenger door. âYou look nervous,â he smiles softly, making his way around the car until his hands are seated over your hips. âWe donât have to-â
âNo, no, thatâs not it,â you huff out a laugh, âI think all the anticipation made my body stop working. Everything is tingly and sharp, and I donât think I can move. Stop laughing at me!â
He canât. Seungcheol is simply beside himself. You really canât blame him. Truly, too horny and excited to walk? Thatâs got to be a new one. It certainly is for you.Â
âI can carry you, itâs fine.â
But he is still shaking with laughter and weâre talking a whole ass flight of stairs. Itâs not fine, though Cheol is already scooping you up and you're frantically trying to situate yourself on his back because that seems like the safest option and youâre already off the ground. Heâs not putting you back down until youâre both behind closed doors.Â
âOh my god,â you bury your face in his shoulder as he takes the first few steps up the stairs, âThis is such a bad idea!â
His hands are firmly seated beneath your thighs and your arms are wrapped so tightly around his shoulders that youâre not even shifting much as he carries you but itâs nerve wracking and honestly, a bit embarrassing. Heâs incredibly proud and stubborn so there really is no hope in convincing him to put you down anyway.
âStop panicking,â he laughs, now halfway up the stairs, âIâm not even struggling so your lack of faith in me is hurting my feelings. You act like youâve never seen me workout. I do it for a reason.â
âI thought the reason was just because you like to beat people up.â
He huffs in amusement, âFighting isnât fun when youâre not winning.â
âWell, you always win so you must be having a blast,â you pinch his earlobe, rolling your eyes since he canât catch you doing it.
When he reaches the landing, he digs into his pocket, unlocking the door with one hand and then kicking it shut once youâre both inside. Then he lets you slide down his back but before your feet actually hit the ground, heâs spinning around to pick you right back up. He laughs at the sound you make, quickly grabbing his shoulders and crossing your ankles at his back. Cheol flips the lock on the door and takes you into the small kitchen, setting you down on the counter.Â
âI always win when youâre watching,â he plants his hands on either side of you, leaning closer, âYou get mad at me when I donât, so, I stopped losing.â
He looks up at you with a boyish grin and you bring your hands up, lightly touching his cheeks with your finger tips. Youâve seen his soft skin mottled with bruising more times than you cared to think about. âI donât care about losing,â you murmur, lost in thought, âI just hate it when you get hurt.â
Tracing a finger over his right brow you remember that night years ago when he returned from a job with it split wide open, blood dripping down his pale face. Busted lips, fractured ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and an awful limp. It was the first time you ever saw him soâŠbroken.
You yelled at him for getting hurt but cradled his face in your hands the whole time. While Minghao sutured it closed, you continued cursing at him and everyone else whoâd gone out that night but you never let go of his hand. When Joshua reset Cheolâs shoulder and he nearly passed out from the pain, you sobbed. For days youâd been furious with him yet you stayed over at his place for almost two solid weeks to take care of him.Â
Putting him back together with your own two hands was the only way you could convince yourself that he was okay and from then on, you accompanied him on most jobs. Anytime things got messy, heâd come out victorious, and the very few times you werenât there, he returned nearly unscathed. Bloodied knuckles at most.Â
Your fingers must have drifted down to his lips because he kisses them and it brings you back to the present. He smiles against your fingertips and you move them under his jaw, out of the way, just so you can kiss him again. Itâs soft, slow, adoring and his hands slide into place right at your lower back, his fingers pushing beneath your shirt to stroke your skin.Â
When they make contact, his fingers spread wide, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. It makes your back arch, pitching your hips forward, and leaves you sitting poised for the taking but even then he takes his time. In the back of your mind, youâre sure he can feel your heat against his groin and it must be driving him just as insane as it does you.
Despite the body heat, when he pushes your shirt up a little further with his busy hands, you shiver at how cold you still are. Itâs accompanied by a breathy little gasp that makes him pull away grinning, eyes still watching your mouth. âStill cold?â
âYeah,â you admit, âDo you ever turn the heat on in this place?â
âOnly when youâre here. I donât usually need it.â
Of course not. Big manly man.Â
âYouâre going to need it if youâre still hoping to get my clothes off.â
Cheol pays no mind to your change in tone. The one you use to nag him to death. Instead he scoops you right off the counter, starting toward his bedroom. âI can warm you up myself just fine,â he says in an equally haughty kind of way.Â
The kind of way that shuts you up because the only other thing that you could possibly manage is some pathetic giggle. He even makes a show of hanging onto to you with only one arm because heâs just so strong and you humor him with an âoh wooooowâ that makes him crack, laughing as he lets you slowly drop to the floor.
Your hand remains on his chest, nervously pinching at his shirt as you look around the room. Youâve been in here before justâŠnot for anything like this. âWhy does this feel normal and not normal at the same time,â you pause, realizing there is actually something different that you hadnât noticed right away.Â
Seungcheol letâs his hands drop away so you can walk over to his dresser to sate yourâŠcuriosity? Surprise? âYou said I needed more personal decorations around the house,â he clears his throat, watching as you carefully lift his picture frames off the furniture to examine them, âI figured pictures were personal enough.â
There is one of Cheol as a teenager standing proudly beside his first car. Another with a few members of the crew all grinning around a card table. You loosen a soft laugh remembering that night clearly. Mingyu and Hoshi shouting over the table like bansheesâŠall because Hoshi got caught cheating and blamed it on his favorite designated target.Â
You pick up one you donât recognize but smile at the familiar faces hanging out of the windows of a car you do recognize vaguely. The job details were hazy but you know you remember that car for some reason.
Seungcheol must have noticed you squinting at it because he comes over and stands behind you, pointing at the picture. âYou donât remember this one because you broke into a case of wine coolers the moment we were all home and accounted for,â he chuckles, his breath tickling your cheek, âAlmost seven years ago now.â
âI hated waiting for you guys to come home,â you pout, pointing to the picture, âWhy do I remember this car though? Itâs so familiar.â
He laughs again and this time you spin toward him like the reason he is laughing is clearly painted on his face. Itâs not but he fills in the blanks without prompting.
âJeonghan caught you in the backseat of that exact car making out with Seungkwan, of all people,â Cheol grins at your grimace âWe hauled you both off to bed, tucked you in, and agreed not to tell a soul. I honestly donât think he knows about it either. You guys were wasted.â
âI definitely do not remember doing that but I did oddly stop drinking wine coolers not long after that night,â you sigh, tucking away the embarrassing story to kick your self over later.
âGuilty subconscious?âÂ
Shrugging off your jacket you give him a fake laugh which eventually morphs into a grin. âWere you jealous back then?â
He takes your lead, removing his clothes one piece at a time. âI was always jealous,â he admits and you let yourself stop to watch as he grabs at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. It leaves him only in his jeans, belt already unbuckled.Â
Youâre the opposite, jeans kicked to the side, but your hands rest on your shirt, too busy looking at Seungcheol to force yourself to keep moving. Heâs no better, eyes glued to your hips, to your underwear, your legs, and then his eyes bounce back up to your face, finally noticing the way youâre looking at him.
He takes a slow step forward and then another.
âIâm not perfect,â he cautions, another step closer, âIâm stubborn and jealous,â one more step until youâre touching, âI donât like sharing. If one of the guys flirts with you, even as a joke, Iâll probably rip their head off. Might happen more than once but Iâll get over it eventually, I promise.â
âHmm,â you smirk as he stops so closely you can feel the heat coming of his body, âA little sensitive?â
âMaybe.â His smile is so pretty and disarming because now his hands are on you, palms rubbing circles into your hips before sliding back and down over your ass. âYouâve been chipping away at my self control for over a decade and now youâre half-naked in my bedroom. Iâve hit my breaking point, baby. Iâm going to be selfish with you.â
You shift just enough to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it in the general direction of your pants, and settle your arms around his shoulders. âI think itâs only fair because I have always been selfish with you and iâll be so much worse now,â you grin and he letâs out a heavy, husky chuckle, tightening his thick arms around you, âIâm going to be a menace.â
âI like the sound of that.â
âIâm still cold.â
Then heâs kissing you again, your hands quickly moving from his shoulders to his waist, pushing his jeans as low as you can before heâs forced to part and pull them the rest of the way off, laughing and stumbling with you toward the bed. You land first, quickly shuffling under the comforter for warmth and heâs right behind you, rolling you onto your back to cover you with his body. Itâs an added layer of heat and you wiggle beneath him when his thigh pushes between your legs.Â
Seungcheol wants everything all at once and hates having to choose but loves knowing heâll get the opportunity to do it all in good time. For now, he canât seem to keep away from your lips, canât stop the noises he makes everytime you tug at his hair or scrape your nails against his back and he hopes to god they leave bright red scratches in their wake.Â
He wants to watch you get shy and embarrassed when he works out with them on full display. His ego is a beast and itâs going to be riding a high for a while.
When you push up against him, he gives you a little space to quickly undo your bra before itâs tossed to the floor and heâs slipping a little lower, his face pressed against your soft, warm chest. His mouth dances from one breast to the other and you moan into the open air of his bedroom, one of your hands still rubbing his back, smoothing over his muscles mindlessly. His perfect teeth graze your nipples and you grind down against his thigh.Â
He pushes it higher and repeats the action over and over until youâre steadily working yourself up and then he shifts, taking that relief away from you. Your eyes pop open in surprise but he kisses you again before you can speak and his right hand slides into your panties, wet and uncomfortably cool against your folds now that his thigh is gone.Â
He doesnât waste time, running his middle and ring finger up and down until theyâre so slick-coated that there is hardly any resistance when he slips them inside you, stroking up against that spot that has you arching your back off the bed. Itâs almost cruel how quickly he gets you there and even worse that he hardly touches your clit before you come, stars flashing behind your eyes.Â
Seungcheol kisses your face through it, whispering sweet, filthy praises against your skin. Thatâs my girl, youâre so fucking good for me, baby. Sound so pretty right now, wanna hear you say my name just like that.
Itâs a miracle you donât come again the second he pushes into you because he doesnât stop talking unless his mouth is occupied and heâs too good at multitasking. The only time you get a break from his wicked words is when heâs bottoming out and your ears are ringing so loudly that you canât even hear him anymore. He must realize it too because his mouth was moving and now, heâs just grinning, eyes trained on your lips when he draws his hips back a little and pushes back in.Â
His pace varies because he likes watching the breath get caught in your throat, breaking up the gorgeous sounds spilling from your lips. For all the taunting and talking heâs done, heâs just as worked up as you are and suddenly sits up on his knees which changes the angle. He spreads your thighs further apart, almost crudely, and props your ass a bit higher. At first, he wraps his hands around your thighs for leverage, digging his fingers into your skin but itâs not enough, he needs more.Â
When he moves his hands to either side of your waist, he locks in the perfect position to go as deep as possible and the sounds you begin making are far more desperate, the pitch swinging higher and higher until heâs moaning and panting, driving into you faster and harder than before. You know youâre going to come again, and fast, so when your eyes meets his, and he purses his lips, letting spit drop from his plump lips onto your clit, he doesnât have to tell you aloud what to do.Â
You bring your own hand down, rubbing yourself until your limbs start twitching. Your breaths are so shallow and ragged, your fingertips messily bumping against the base of his cock where he plunges in and out of your cunt recklessly. He looks just as far gone as you do but the second your eyes meet, he smirks and itâs your absolute undoing.Â
When you orgasm for the second time itâs so intense that all of your muscles lock up aside from your legs which shake uncontrollably and Seungcheol groans, hips stuttering when he feels the overabundance over warm liquid spilling out around his cock, splashing against his groin and stomach, dripping onto the bed. He stills, filling you so completely full that you canât even breath without adding to the mess youâve both created.Â
It takes several long minutes of heavy panting and blinking to get your heads on straight and he still doesnât pull out. Not even when he slumps down against you, grinning and kissing you lazily. Heâs doesnât give a single fuck about the mess, even going to so far as pumping his hips a few times, laughing when you hide your face under your arm at the lewd sounds echoing through the room.Â
Itâs playful at first, those half-hearted thrusts, but then his kisses turn into little nips, his mouth starts spilling those dirty words in your ear and itâs not long until you can feel him getting hard inside of you again, having never pulled out in the first place. He keeps fucking into you slowly, swallowing the sound of your whining, revelling in the way your nails no longer just rake over his skin but painfully dig into it over his shoulder blades.Â
He doesnât stop. Doesnât speed up. Doesnât give you the chance to wiggle away from him when the sharp tingling of overstimulation bleeds into, âOh, fuck, Cheol, Iâm gonna come againâŠfuckâŠâ
And you do until tears stream down your face and he pulls out, flips you over, and puts it right back in, fucking you brutally until heâs moaning and cumming, and youâre nearly ready to pass out in the bed youâve both absolutely ruined. You hear him speaking but canât make out the words and then maybe your eyes close because youâre sated and exhausted.Â
It doesnât last long though because Seungcheol is attempting to drag you from sleep because he needs to clean you both up and change the sheets before anyone crashes for the night but youâre not budging.Â
Until you feel the sensation of thick fingers pushing into your cunt and you mumble aloud, âAbsolutely noâŠstraight to jail.â
Seungcheol laughs at you having not even moved when you said it and removes his hand. âI tried waking you up nicely and you kept ignoring me. Besides, itâs all starting to spill out and I like seeing you full. If you keep laying here Iâm going to end up fucking it all back in and giving you more.â
Rolling onto your back takes an incredible amount of willpower and Cheolâs helping hands because your hips are stiff as all hell. Heâs patient, not pushing beyond your limits even though youâre sure he could go a few more rounds without tiring in the least. Affection swirls in your chest and it takes him by surprise when you reach a hand up and around his neck to pull him down to your lips.Â
HIs body relaxes into the bed, pressing his weight more firmly into the mattress to keep the pressure light where it covers your own. He kisses you tenderly, his hands moving softly and slowly over your skin, and your mind is emptied of all but the feel of him. Itâs overwhelming, how deeply attuned you are to one another and yet your body continues to demand more.Â
Your kiss is broken off in a choked moan, Seungcheolâs, when your hand snakes between your bodies. He drops his forehead to yours, taking in a deep, shaky breath when you rub the head of his cock into the mess between your folds. âAgain?â he questions, even as his hips push forward of their own accord.Â
âAgainâŠâ you breathe out, tipping your face up to catch his bottom lip with a gentle nip, â..and again, and again, and agai-â
The delirious smile on your face drops open as he pushes back inside. Your tight, swollen cunt aches with the intrusion but each shockwave that pulses through you is laced with pointed pleasure. The effort to keep his pace even and gentle is difficult but Cheol finds very quickly that there is something incredibly arrousing about slow, deep, intimate fucking.Â
Heâs never experienced anything like it because heâs never had you.Â
Yet here you are beneath him, clawing at his back and shoulders, moaning against his throat, and he knows it will only ever be like this with you. He knew he was ruined for all others years ago but in this moment he fully understands the weight of it.Â
Seungcheol will never want anyone but you.
And when you unravel together again, you look into his eyes and know it too.
The next morning it takes an unprecidented amount of effort to wake up.
Your body aches and joints pop in too many places when you stretch your limbs as if youâve been asleep for years and not mere hours. Itâs easy to pinpoint the loss of warmth at your side, Seungcheol hardly ever sleeps in and itâs evident by the smell of fresh coffee wafting in through the open bedroom door.Â
Slipping into the shirt heâd left you and your jeans from last night, you wander in and out of the bathroom and head straight to the kitchen. Cheol knows you donât drink coffee but you do love the smell of it so the sight of a full, almost untouched pot makes you laugh. His mug sits abandoned in the sink so you rinse it out and refill it, carefully balancing the full cup in your hands as you leave his apartment and head down the stairs into the garage.Â
Joshua is the first person you find, unsurprising as he never seems to get hungover no matter how much he drinks the night before. Heâs sitting at one of the work tables pouring over a set of blue prints for a new job when you walk by, chuckling and swatting away your hand when you ruffle his hair. âMorning Joshie.â He waves over his shoulder as you keep walking.
Itâs relatively quiet in the garage for a Saturday morning but most of your crew is probably passed out from the evening prior. You would have stayed in bed longer too if someone wasnât missing from it - someone you still havenât found. Instead, you happen upon Jeonghan and Mingyu working on an engineâŠyou thinkâŠagain, not your expertise.Â
âWell, well, well,â Jeonghan drawls as he catches you approaching from the corner of his eye, âIf itâs not my darling little sister,â he grins and leans over to kiss your cheek when you stop in front of him, âWhatever are you doing here, in the garage, smelling like sex and coffee, so early on this delightful Saturday morning?â
You give your brother a deadpan stare and Mingyu snickers behind him.Â
âWhereâs Cheol?â
âBringing in another delivery with Jun in the back,â Mingyu mumbles half-way under the hood with tools in hand, âShould be finishing up soon.â
Jeonghan leans against the car and crosses his arms. âIs this an official thing?â
You know heâs only asking because he loves you both so deeply that if there were any chance of it being a fling where feelings are inevitably going to be trampled, heâs putting an end to it immediately. Heâs so fiercely protective that heâd step in to protect you from yourselves without hesitation.
âThat man would have to be thirty feet deep in the ground to leave me.â
âIsnât the saying âsix-feet deepâ?â Mingyu laughs, still focusing on his task.
âI said what I said and honestly thirty-feet still might not be enough - youâll probably have to bury me with him.â
Jeonghan relaxes, shrugging off the tension in his body with a loose laugh. âGood to know,â he grins, eyes soft and gentle once more, âI always knew youâd end up together once you both gave up the worldâs most stubborn ass competition.â
Heâs not wrong. Who knew a little communication could go a long way? Certainly not you and Cheol.
Two cars pull up outside the open garage door across the way and you wiggle your fingers in greeting when Vernon, Hoshi, Wonwoo and Jihoon all pop out looking absolutely exhausted. You turn and set Cheolâs mug down on the counter behind you and pull out a stool to take a seat and hang out.Â
âWonwoo wouldnât let us stop for breakfast please tell me there are still leftovers from lunch in the fridge,â Hoshi complains loudly. He absolutely still looks a little drunk.
Jihoon shoves him to the side and makes a beeline for the fridge around the corner, the two of them cursing and bickering as they go. Wonwoo and Vernon pull up a stool next to you and now youâre feeling a little guilty for only bringing one mug down.Â
âWhereâs Cheol?â Wonwoo asks, pushing his glasses up and shaking out his messy hair.
Jeonghan tosses a thumb in his direction, âDelivery.â
Wonwoo nods and Vernon taps your shoulder. âHey, youâre here kinda early. Where did you go last night? Lost you at some point.â
Your cheeks heat. There are some of the guys you make crude jokes with and some you donât - both Vernon and Wonwoo being on one side while Mingyu and Jeonghan are on the opposite. âOh, I uhhh-â
âNotice anyone else missing last night?â
âJeonghan-â
Vernonâs brows pinch together in thought. Mingyu stands up, setting down his tools before wiping his hands on his pants. âYou know,â he grins, âGuy who lives in a garage, goofy laugh, kinda meanâŠâ
Wonwoo breaks out in hysterics and Vernonâs grin is entirely visible though youâre sure he is trying to make it disappear when he says, âOh! Oh okayâŠyeahâŠthat makes sense. So, youâre likeâŠyeah?â
You snort in response nodding your head. âMhm, weâre like yeah.â
âWhoâs like what?â Hoshi says around a mouthful, coming up to join you with Jihoon stomping past him empty-handed to go help Joshua.Â
âHer and Cheol finally got together,â Wonwoo supplies and Hoshiâs eyes light up.
âOh my god!!! Thatâs so exciting!â he dances over and drops his food on the counter, which Mingyu picks up to polish off while heâs distracted. Hoshi wraps you in a bear hug you try to fight off and then youâre up and out of your chair being squeezed and swung around, âThis is such great news!!!â
Thwap.
Hoshi blinks and you slide to the floor. When he touches the back of his head, itâs wet and he turns to find a rag on the ground. It takes less than two seconds to figure out who threw it because itâs Seungcheolâs thundering voice that calls out, âPut her down and get to work, asshole.â
âAsshole?â Hoshi mutters, kicking the rag, âIâm the asshole?â
Jeonghan rolls his eyes, âOh, heâs going to be unbearable,â he smacks your arm lightly, âHey, do us all a favor. Take him back upstairs and tie him up or something would ya?â
âInappropriate,â you snort just before big familiar arms wrap around you from behind.Â
âMorning baby,â he breathes against your hair before heâs planting a hot kiss on the side of your neck, âSleep well?â
Everyone very quickly finds a way to mind their own business.Â
âSlept just fine,â you smile, turning your head to kiss him properly. âNow apologize to Hoshi, you beast.â
He sighs, dropping his head dramatically against your shoulder. âHoshi!â he shouts across the way, âIâm sorry. Order breakfast for everyone on me.â
âAll is forgiven, bro!â Hoshi salutes him in response and the others start gathering to make their requests. Food fixes almost anything in this house.
Cheol laughs and kisses your hair. âHappy?â
âVery,â you hum, turning in his arms, âBrought you coffee but it might be cold by now.â
âThat was nice of you.â Now that youâre finally getting a good look at him you see heâs wearing the dark blue cargo pant, white tank top combo that drives you fucking insane. Youâll sit for literal hours on end just to watch him work on the cars in that exact outfit. Even better when heâs got oil smatterings here and there. The thick leather gloves he sometimes has hanging out of his back posket when not in use.Â
Mechanic Seungcheol is one of your favorite fantasies sprung to life.
âI wasnât doing it out of the kindness of my own heart,â you retort, âI was trying to get something out of you in return.â
âOh?â he smirks, âLike what?â
âKiiiinda hoping Iâd get you back upstairs for a few favors.â
His hands slide along your arms until heâs managed to bring them up and around his neck and then heâs got you caged in, clasping his own low on your back. âIâm sure we can make time for that,â he mumbles along the seam of your lips, brazenly, and very openly making out with you in the next breath like there arenât several people in the garage along with you.
âMAKE IT QUICK. WEâVE GOT SHIT TO DO.â
Cheol tosses up a middle finger in Jeonghanâs general direction and shouts back, âWell, Iâve got your sister to do and thatâs more important. Work can wait.â Your mouth pops open in amusement and he takes advantage of your distraction to hoist you up into his arms, making his way toward the stairs to his apartment again. When he speaks again, itâs only loud enough for you, âI think Iâve got just enough time to fuck you over the kitchen counter and make a fresh pot of coffee before I have to come back down, whoop your brotherâs ass, and get back to work.â
âYour time management skills are-â you cling onto him a little tighter as he starts up the steps, â- very impressive.â
âYou should see my oral presentation skills.â
With that in mind, you lean over his shoulder and shout down, âYOU CAN HAVE HIM BACK IN AN HOUR.â
âAN HOUR?!â Jeonghan hollers back, absolutely exasperated because he knows this is going to be an ongoing battle for months if not years on end. âWHAT PART OF WE GOT SHIT TO DO DID YOU TWO NOT UNDERSTAND?â
Cheol sighs and puts you down to open the door, hanging over the railing with a flat look on his face. âIâll rip the transmission out of your car with my bare hands and toss it into the river if you open this door.â
Jeonghan scoffs but Cheol grins and cuts him off, âAnd then iâll take the knife in your glovebox and split open every individual stitch in the interior.â
Those are serious fighting words between car guys. You think.
Jeonghan narrows his eyes and then huffs, hands on his hips. âYou guys are the worst.â
Cheol blows your brother a kiss as you drag him inside and you can catch a hint of amusement on Jeonghanâs face just before you seal yourselves inside.Â
Youâre okay with being the worst, so is Seungcheol.Â
Maybe being a couple of lowlifes isnât such a bad thing after all.
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DREAM RECALL âžâž He pulls away from you with a perplexed expression. Then he laughs, itâs short, cruel, he shakes his head. âDonât be funnyâ, he mutters as he runs a hand through his dark hair. âYou know I have a girlfriend, nerd.â He spits the words out like the venomous bite of a snake. His gaze drops to your unbuttoned blazer, briefly passing the harsh bruises on your chest. â âDonât think youâre anything else besides a quick fuck.â âžâž
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pairings popular/bully!yeonjun x nerd!reader(fem) college au ! warnings heavy bullying, violence, exploitation, cheating, drinking, yeonjun is an asshole for 80% of this, redemption arc, some angsty scenes, hurt-comfort sort of? this fic contains 3/4 descriptive smut scenes which include â oral (both f & m), penetrative sex, vaginal fingering, a handjob, lots of degrading (reader receiving) but also a splash of praise, some tit groping, implied marking, very soft sex at the end (yeonjun cries a little), reader is inexperienced = virginity loss, + yeonjun teaching her how to give a blowjob as always lmk if I missed any!
#serene adds â my god this fic has taken literal years off my life. But I could not have been happier with the outcome of it !! It's a long one, but I've tried to keep it interesting throughout it all for a lighter read. I'm not one to beg for feedback, but I will actually get down on my knees this time around. Please please comment/reblog or even send asks with your thoughts on it, I need it to be perceived in any way possible !! hehe please enjoy because I have slaved to get this done (if anyone notices the Skins reference in one scene, lets kiss)
(I was also slightly delirious when I read this through ahem...) anyway, ready, set go !
You donât exactly know how it started. The cheating, the lying, the sleepless nights, the crying, the heartbreak, Choi Yeonjun. One day he was justâŠthere. You had never met anyone like Yeonjun before yet you knew hundreds of people like him. He was everything, he was the cause of your pain, your tears, your self loathe. â But mostly importantly, Yeonjun was your first love. You would always remember him as that. You suppose it might have started on your first day at that college, back when you were only known as the junior transfer.Â
He was a senior. Perhaps it was a bit clichĂ©, you donât know, you didnât think so. But you remember it clearly, the first time you saw him. â The air was hot, suffocatingly so, despite it being early October. Your palms were sweaty, and you squeezed them together as your hands remained neatly clasped in front of you. The eyes of the other students weighed a ton and you felt your knees buckle under the pressure.Â
Your professor clears his throat as he steps up beside you, gazing out across the classroom. âWe have a new student todayâ, he announces what was already painfully obvious and you felt your cheeks redden further. Apart from a few sniggers here and there, silence follows. âWhy donât you introduce yourself?â His direct question made you flinch as you quickly glanced up from the floor, your gaze flitting between your professor and the large ocean of heads turned in your direction.Â
Your introduction was meek, the words getting caught in your throat as you stammered out your name. You could almost hear the smirks plastered on their faces as they drank in your fidgety frame. You jump when you feel your teacher's hand on your shoulder, âyour new classmate is a year younger than you guys, but due to her impressive work ethic she has finished the majority of her classes already. She will therefore be joining us for the time being.â â His words of praise felt more like a set up for humiliation and you watched as students leaned over to whisper in each otherâs ears, grinning at the words being passed around. You could hear the rumors already.Â
âWhy donât you take the seat over there?â Your new professor points to an empty desk by the very back and you breathe out a small sigh of relief, glad to be shielded from the peering eyes of your new classmates. But just as youâre about to step down and make your way toward the safe haven, you lock eyes with him. â Part of his face was shielded by his dark hair but you could clearly make out his brown eyes, staring right back at your own. Heâs quick to catch on to your stare and you watch as his lips stretch into a menacing smirk.Â
Forcing yourself to look away, you grab onto your bag as you quietly make your way past the many rows of desks. An outstretched foot makes you stumble forward and you barely manage to catch yourself. âCarefulâ, one of the girls turns in her seat as she eyes you with a not so friendly smile, âwouldnât want you to fall.â You give her a small nod as you hurriedly continue toward your own desk.
Thankful to have stepped away from the spotlight, you lean back as you let out a small breath. But it wasnât enough. As class went on you continued to catch the multiple glances thrown your way, the small chuckles, the papers being passed around. It all felt too familiar, and your heart slowly sank. â You pushed the feeling away, focusing on what you did best, studying. Class was a nice distraction, but after an hour and a half it came to an end. And as soon as your professor had shut the door behind him, chaos erupted.Â
The scraping of chairs against the stone floor filled the classroom as students turned to get a glimpse of you. It didnât take long for a small half circle to form around you, and you swallowed the lump in your throat.Â
âHow did you do it?âÂ
The first one to speak up was a lanky guy, he leans closer as he studies your uncertain face. Before you could even process the meaning of his question, a girl interrupted him, the same one who had tried to trip you over at the beginning of class. âI bet she slept with them, I mean, she must have.â â Her statement is followed by laughter as people nod in agreement. âBut how did you get them in bed?â Another girl asks as she looks you up and down with distaste, âsurely it wasnât whilst looking like that?â More laughter.Â
Your face might as well have been on fire as you glanced down toward your notes. âWhat if she drugged them?â Another guy chimes in as he points an accusing finger toward you. Hurriedly you shake your head as your lips part in a reply, a reply that immediately gets stuck in your throat as youâre interrupted.Â
âYou guys are being too harsh.â Another voice speaks up, everyone falls silent and soon the crowd parts as the guy you had made eye contact with earlier steps through. Heâs followed by two of his friends and the small group stops by your desk. âItâs obvious you guysâ, he exclaims as he leans down to come eyelevel with you. When this close, his sharp eyes somehow felt like daggers, boring into your soul as his lips curled into a smirk.Â
âSheâs a nerd.â He draws out each syllable like it was his last, his lips stretching wider as he sees your face fall. Small gasps and hums of agreement fill the silent room, as if everyone just instantly agreed with whatever he said. âDonât think of her as anything elseâ, he drawls, straightening his back once more as he stares you down.Â
You soon found out that his name was Choi Yeonjun.Â
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Your first day had only proven to be a small trial of the school year ahead. Word had quickly spread of the transfer student who took classes with the seniors, and wherever you went, you had eyes on you. â You tried your best to keep to yourself, to focus on your studies. That was how you had made it through your previous schools. But it seemed futile here, because no matter how low of a profile you kept, they always found a reason to pick and pull at you.Â
âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing nerd?â She yells as she shoves you against the red lockers and you groan in pain. You couldnât remember her name, but you knew that she was a senior too, she sat two rows ahead of you and to the left. â Confused, you look up only to be met with a harsh slap to your face. âDonât play stupid, I know thatâs the last thing you are.â She sneers and your lips part in objection, though no words come out.Â
The girl signals for her friends to block either side of you, shutting off any escape routes as she rolls up her sleeves. âYou think you can just go through my shit like that? That I wouldnât know?â Her statement baffles you and your eyes widen, âwhat?â Another slap to your cheek, âright, come on now. Give it back.âÂ
You frown, âgive what back?â Her friends on either side of you grip onto your arms and you wince as they twist your limbs. She scoffs, âmy lipstick you idiot, I know it was you. Who else would take it? Besides, Iâve seen the way you eye it whenever I put it on.â â While her words were partly true, you did think that her lipstick was really pretty and often found your gaze lingering whenever she picked it up from her bag, you would never stoop to such a level as stealing.Â
âI didn't steal your lipstickâ, you croak out and she lets out a huff of disbelief. She goes off on yet another rant but youâre suddenly distracted as your eyes land on the small group of students walking by.Â
After your first day, Yeonjun hadnât addressed you once. He never picked on you, never engaged in gossip about you, he barely even acknowledged your existence. But you knew that he was behind most of what happened to you, because everyone listened to Choi Yeonjun. If he didnât like what was going on, he would put an end to it, but he never did.Â
You often saw him in the halls, he was always followed by his two friends. On your second day you had learned that the three of them were practically inseparable. â To his left was a tall guy, his frame could easily tower over just about anyone, yet he trailed behind his friends quietly with his head hung low. If it wasnât for the scowl on his face whenever someone dared to glance in his direction, you would have assumed that he was just any other student. His name was Choi Soobin, that much you knew.Â
To his right, was perhaps Soobinâs opposite. He was shorter than his friends, not by much, but it made him stick out. His hair fell in uneven sections across his face and he often brushed it away with his pinky whilst he spoke. Unlike Soobin, Choi Beomgyu talked almost all the time, with the occasional input from Yeonjun. Though few of his words were kindhearted. He often picked on you, his comments were snarky and mean, you only ever caught a break when Yeonjun got fed up.Â
Then there was Choi Yeonjun, walking in the middle, he gazed ahead as Beomgyu blabbered nonsense into his ear, Soobin following slightly behind them. The Choiâs, that was what people called them. Something to do with their names all being Choi, you thought it was kind of corny. Yet you couldnât deny the way your eyes lingered on Yeonjun, just a little longer than the rest.Â
It wasnât like you thought that he was handsome or anything, but he was nice to look atâŠyou supposed. And even though you knew better than to pay him any mind, it was hard to tear your gaze away from him. Only when he passed you, did you feel your heart stutter. For the first time since your first day here, he looked at you, if only for a brief moment. His gaze flickered over your practically torn limbs and a small smirk etched its way to his lips. â You felt your knees go weak under his eyes and swallowed hard.Â
Though his attention soon returned to the girl draped under his arm, the same girl that had tried to trip you over on your first day. You had found out that she was his girlfriend, her name was Mimi. She twirled a strand of her hair as she whispered something in his ear and Yeonjun chuckled. â Their small party continued past you as if nothing was wrong before disappearing down the hallway, leaving you to face the fate before you.Â
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You convinced yourself that it wasnât a crush, that you simply found him appealing. The topic of crushes stopped being a thing after middle school, right? You, a twenty year old, have a crush? The thought was ridiculous. But no matter what lies you forced into your brain, your heart still beat a little faster whenever he was present, your eyes drifted in his direction and there was nothing you could do to stop them. â So what if you did have a small crush on Choi Yeonjun? It wasnât going to harm anyone, it wasnât like you were going to act on it. He had a girlfriend. Whenever you reminded yourself of said fact, a pang of guilt shot through your chest. You know you shouldnât feel guilty, but it was hard not to. Most of all you felt guilty toward yourself â guilty for letting yourself sink to such a level.Â
As October went by, you did your best to stay out of the firing line of your classmates, you kept your head down and did your work. And when there was no work left to do, you spent your time looking at Yeonjun. He really was pretty to look at. â You noted the way he would lean back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head before yawning, his eyes momentarily fluttering closed. Usually, he wasted his classes on his phone, or chatting with Beomgyu, it was unusual for him to be doing any of his coursework. Perhaps he didnât need to, or he simply didnât care to.Â
Occasionally, you would catch your name slipping past Beomgyuâs lips, your gaze immediately snapping down to your book as your heart practically beat out of your chest. But no matter how many times he mentioned you, pointed at you, sneered at you, Yeonjun never even as much as turned his head in your direction, simply shrugging along to whatever his friend was saying.
The only time Yeonjun looked at you was when everyone else did. That one time someone poured milk over you in the cafeteria, or when you got a basketball in your face during gym. Only when the whole school pointed and laughed, only then did he spare you a fragment of his attention. And maybe you did like it, maybe you did want him to look at you.Â
It was kind of pathetic.Â
What was perhaps even more pathetic was that one offer you hadnât been able to pass up. It wasnât like you could say no to your professor either, right? â âI think there are a few students who would benefit from studying together with you.â You blink up at him as you watch your teacher lean back in his chair. This was why he had called you? To be frank you donât know what you had expected when he asked you to stay behind after class, but this was far from it.Â
âStudying with me?â You repeat as you point a confused finger toward yourself. Sure you worked hard, but that was because you had your mind set on doing so. You doubted that your classmates would want to spend even a second wasted in your presence.Â
Your professor sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. âYou are a clever girlâ, he nods toward your latest test result on his desk and your gaze follows his movement as you swallow. âNot to mention the fact that you are a whole year ahead of your peers.â He then adds with a small smile and you silently thank him, even though you were certain that he could smell the hesitation radiating off of you. âLook, it is not something you have to decide on todayâ, he begins as he gathers the papers on his desk, âbut students like Mr. Choi could definitely use a hand in their studies.âÂ
Your ears perked up at the brief mention of his name, and it was almost embarrassing how quickly your head jerked in the direction of your teacher. Though you did not dare get too ahead of yourself. Shifting on the spot, you softly clear your throat, âChoiâŠChoi Yeonjun?â Your professor stops to look at you, âwhy, yes, but you do not have to decide today take the weekend to-âÂ
âIâll do it.âÂ
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Youâll do it? What a joke.Â
Your whole weekend was spent pacing back and forth across your room. Teeth gnawing away at your fingernails, your mind wrecked with different scenarios of how that following Monday would play out. What were you honestly thinking, saying yes like that? â With an exasperated groan, you flop down on your bed. Staring at the ceiling, you envision Yeonjun, a furious Yeonjun, or maybe a jeering one, you didnât know which approach he would take. But surely he wouldnât be happy once the news reached him, unless they already had?
Briefly you considered calling in sick that Monday. You had never called in sick before, at least you couldnât remember doing so; recalling the multiple times you had ignored the fever in your body as you marched on to class. Not to mention that time you had the flu and still sat through your three hour long exam. â Were you really considering calling in sick over a mere guy. But it wasnât just a guy, it was Choi Yeonjun.Â
Regardless of the situation, you still went to school on Monday. But as soon as you stepped inside the classroom, you could tell that something was different. It was like the air had shifted. And as you made your way to the back of the room, carefully taking your seat, not a single one of your classmates bothered to pick on you. Instead they all occupied themselves with whatever they had in front of them. It was odd to say the least.Â
In regular fashion, the classroom door swings open during the very last minute as Beomgyu saunters inside. Behind him follows Soobin and Yeonjun, both in the midst of a hushed conversation. You find your gaze instinctively lingering by Yeonjunâs tall frame, fingers twirling your pen mindlessly in your hand. It isnât until you glance up and find his eyes already boring holes into your own, that youâre suddenly ripped from your trance.Â
Yeonjun was looking at you. He was actually looking at you, no, he was glaring at you. The realization was enough to send your heart into a frenzy as you swallowed a gulp. His gaze is unwavering as he approaches his desk, still conversing with his friend, but his eyes remain entirely on you. â Sweat builds on your forehead and you grip your pencil tightly. No matter how hard you tried, you couldnât find yourself to break his gaze. You knew that you were giving him exactly what he wanted by letting his eyes practically tear you apart, so why couldnât you pull away?Â
It isnât until the classroom door opens yet again that he puts out the fire he had momentarily created between the two of you, his eyes shifting toward board as your professor clears his throat, ready to begin todayâs lecture. As his monotone voice fills the room, you breathe out a sigh of relief, glad to be out of his sight.Â
He had to have known by now, the nasty looks he shot you throughout the day were more than telling. For someone who never even paid you as much as a second thought, it was most unusual for Yeonjunâs full attention to be directed toward you. Even during lunch, you could feel his eyes on you as he sat by his usual table. With Mimi on his lap and Beomgyu talking in his ear, his gaze still remained on your slumped figure as you focused on your plate of food.Â
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Your professor had helped set up todayâs session, but after that you would have to schedule them on your own. You were supposed to meet by the library, at 5:15pm that Monday. â You were there by 4:55. It took you about five minutes to pick a suitable table, not too close to the door, not in a corner somewhere, but also not in the center of the room, perhaps you were overthinking it. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Desperately you tried to calm your nerves as your trembling hands brought out your notebook and pencil case.Â
By 5:15 you were ready, actually you had been ready for the past ten minutes. The small library had been vacant even when you arrived, you didnât know if you felt relieved at the fact or not. â By 5:25 you started to think that he might not show up. Out of all possible scenarios fabricated in your way too creative brain, the one of him not even bothering to come hadnât crossed your mind at all. What would you do then? Accept defeat? Tell your professor? Talk to him in class? Neither option seemed too appealing.Â
Itâs 5:32 when the doors creak open. Hesitantly, you lift your gaze as you watch Yeonjunâs eyes wander across the room, finally landing on you. His face morphed into a scowl and you felt your stomach drop. You notice that he hasnât brought any study materials along with him and you bite the inside of your cheek. The short breath he lets go of echoes out into the silent library and then he marches toward you. â You donât have time to think before heâs by your table, the palm of his hand slamming against the wood with such force that your pencils rattle, and you flinch.Â
âDo you think this is some kind of sick joke?â He sounds agitated, his hot breath searing through his gritted teeth as his nostrils flared. Your once tense jaw falls open as your brows draw together in a confused frown. â âI mean, I knew you had a thing for me. But donât you think this is going too far?â He sounds almost hysterical as a grin spreads across his lips.Â
You felt color rushing to your cheeks at his words. Did he know? Could he tell by your small glances? But you thought you were being subtle. Yeonjun seems to be reading your mind as he runs a lazy hand through his hair, âoh come on now nerd, for someone so clever you really are quite oblivious.â
âDid you honestly think I wouldnât notice the way you eye-fucked me every single opportunity you got?â He sneers, tilting his head to the side as he watches you with a cruel look of distaste. Your lips part but no words come out. So you shake your head, you didnât know who you were trying to convince, him or yourself. âIt wasnât like thatâŠâÂ
He scoffs, âno?â Suddenly his face is only inches from yours, and you had to force your gaze not to stray down to his lips as he spoke. âThen what is it?â He murmurs, so close that you could almost taste his words on your tongue. You swallow, hard. What was it? You didnât know, you didnât want to answer, he couldnât make you answer, could he?Â
His grin widens as a low chuckle rumbles in his chest. âNo wayâ, he shakes his head as one of his hands grip the backrest of your chair, easily twisting you to face him fully. His previously cocky expression was replaced with a look of sympathy, his voice now laced with pity.Â
âDonât tell me youâve got a little crush, nerd.â He spits the words out and youâre quick to shake your head, denying his blunt accusations. âI donâtâ, you stammer, leaning back as far as your chair would allow you to. â âYouâre telling me youâre doing this out of goodwill?â He asks as he tilts his head to the side. He hardly seems moved by your denial, but when you quietly nod his smug face turns into a snarl. âDo you think Iâm stupid?âÂ
âWhat? No, no, no thatâs not what I-â You stop yourself before getting another word out, it felt like no matter what you said, you only worsened the already sour situation. Yeonjun exhales, his warm breath slamming against your already hot face. He leans back, taking a seat on the edge of the table as his hands dig into the pockets of his uniform. Confused, you watch him as he silently gets comfortable.Â
âWhat do you want then?â He finally asks and you blink up at him. âMy number? Is that it?â He wonders as he fishes up his phone, unlocking it as he pulls up his contacts. You shake your head and he frowns, âthen what?â â Your lips part and you motion toward the books in front of you, âjustâŠâ
âDonât tell me you want me to fuck you, because that would be pathetic, even for you nerd.âÂ
His statement catches you so off guard that you almost hit your leg on the chair opposite your own. âWhat?â You whisper, unsure of the fact that you had even heard him correct. You knew that there was no such universe in which someone like Choi Yeonjun would ever view you in that way, so it felt almost bizarre to hear those words leave his lips so casually.Â
He sighs as he gets up from the table, leaning down to become eye level with you once more. âI mean, I get that youâre desperate, believe meâ, he lets his gaze drop to your chest for a brief second. âLooking like that, Iâm sure itâs hard to get byâ, he hums, and in that moment, you wished for the ground to swallow you whole.Â
It had been a foolish idea to even consider doing this, even more to say yes. If you had only turned your professorâs offer down, none of this would have happened. Because in all honesty, if this was how Yeonjun looked at you, with such menace and fabricated pity, you think you preferred it when he paid your existence no mind.Â
âBut youâre luckyâ, he murmurs before leaning even closer, his breath mingling with your own. Lucky? What a joke, you thought. â You flinch when you feel the light caress of his fingers on your shoulder as they slowly entangle themselves in your hair. âIâm feeling particularly nice todayâ, he smirks and your eyes involuntarily dart down to his perfectly plump and pink lips. âBesidesâ, he drawls, his hand moving to cup your cheek.Â
âIâve never fucked a nerd before.âÂ
You barely get the chance to second guess his words when Yeonjun presses his lips against yours. Immediately you freeze as your shoulders jerk up and your back curls against the chair. The hand on your cheek moves to your chin as he grabs ahold of your face, forcing his tongue inside your mouth and you let out a small shriek. â He hums against you, his eyes fluttering closed, lips moving on top of your unresponsive ones.Â
A moment later he pulls back. âYou kiss like a virginâ, he states as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. As soon as the words left his lips, he grins, âbut I bet you are.â â Still too stunned to even speak after his sudden course of action, you merely shake your head as you glance between him and the floor. You werenât a complete virgin, you did have a boyfriend back in high school. Not that the two of you ever went further than kissing though, and even then, his kisses were nothing like Yeonjunâs.Â
Hesitantly you meet his gaze, swallowing down the nerves bubbling in your throat. âCome on now nerdâ, he murmurs as his hands grip onto the armrests of your chair, large arms entrapping you against the old wood. âYouâve done it now havenât you?â â âYou got me here all to yourself, why donât you use it to your advantage hm?â His eyes gleamed with mischief and you knew better than to trust his persuasive ways. Still you found it hard to do anything besides gawk at him, in utter disbelief of what was currently happening.Â
Biting your lip, you let your eyes flit down to his parted lips, focusing a little too long on the sheer layer of saliva that coated them. Yeonjun is quick to pick up on the subtle shift in your focus and he chuckles. You clearly see the way he moves closer, but it still doesnât register that heâs kissing you again until his tongue molds against your own. Despite your initial shock, you try your best to kiss him back this time. You knew that you were probably horrible, but even then, he didnât say anything.
Your breath catches in your throat when his hand envelops one of your breasts, groping it softly. âDonât tell me youâve never had your tits touched?â He drawls, easily noting your uncertain approach. Your silence is almost deafening and the way you squirm when he pinches one of your nipples tells him everything he needs to know. With a small frown he pulls back, just enough for you to see his face. He looks conflicted, tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek as he runs a hand through his hair. âFuck, you really are a virgin arenât you?â He sounds almostâŠserious and you find yourself slowly nodding as you grip the hem of your skirt tightly.Â
Yeonjun sighs and you hear him mutter something under his breath. His gaze snaps back to you and you can see the shift in his eyes once he settles on a decision. âAlrightâ, he states before quickly dropping to his knees. Baffled you follow his direct movement, shrieking as his hands on your knees part your legs. âWeâll start slowâ, he hums as his fingers dance across the exposed skin of your thighs, your weak arms easily giving up when he pushes your skirt up.Â
âNo need to be nervousâ, he reassures you as his fingers hook around the hem of your panties, âIâve done this plenty of times.â With that, he tugs your underwear down, past your knees, letting them pool around your ankles before his attention shifts to your exposed core. Your legs close in an attempt to shield yourself from his invasive stare but Yeonjun only gruffs out a short breath as he breaks your knees apart once more. â When he doesnât say anything you grow worried, clearing your throat awkwardly as you shift on the chair. You had never done anything like this before so you had no idea if his silence was a good or a bad thing.Â
You donât have to ponder for long as his fingers suddenly graze your folds. The touch was unexpected and you jolted forward as you tried to suppress the surprised noise threatening to escape. The smirk stretching across his lips only grows as Yeonjun basks in the way you react to his simple touch, you were far easier than any of the girls heâd been with. â âEver had anyone touch you like this?â He asks, his voice a low murmur as his attention remains on his fingers sliding against your cunt, gathering the slick that formed as he smeared it all over you.Â
Meekly you shake your head, breathing out a small âno.â He seems satisfied with your answer, his ego inflating by the minute as he watches you writher under his small touches. Everything still felt so surreal, there was no way that this was actually happening, was it? Youâre reminded of all the times you had watched him from afar, sneaking shy glances at him during class, before and after school, in the cafeteria, where he sat with his friends andâŠand his girlfriend. The reminder is enough to pull you from whatever euphoric state that transpired within your body as you jerked away from his touch.Â
Yeonjunâs eyes snap to you with a hint of curiosity and you bite the inside of your cheek, drawing in a small breath before daring to speak. âM-Mimi⊠w-what about her?â â He groans, a frustrated groan, and you wonder if you overstepped. âNerd, someone like you, doesnât count as cheating, got it?â He holds your gaze, speaking clearly, as if giving instructions to a toddler. He grins, a menacing grin, âbesides, shouldnât you be happy? Iâm giving you what your perverted little mind has craved since you first stepped foot here.â Sheepishly you nod, heat rushing to your cheeks at the blunt statements he made.Â
Choi Yeonjun was bold, his words were harsh, and a lot of times they hurt. For some reason that made you like him even more.Â
âNow stop asking obvious questionsâ, he grunts as his hands trail along your thighs, pulling you forward on the chair, ignoring the way you squeal when he nuzzles his face between your legs. â It felt far from what it looked like in the movies, or even in porn. Yeonjun's hot breath against your core, his tongue dragging across your folds, it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand and you gasped as he flicked your clit.Â
It was almost impossible to control the way your thighs twitched, squishing either side of his head as you fought to remain composed. A small whine left your lips as he latched on to your sensitive flesh, licking and sucking on it as if it was the only thing he was capable of doing. You barely register the way one of his hands grab onto your trembling ones, guiding them to his hair as he hums against your cunt. âDonât be so awkwardâ, he mutters, his tongue dwelling deep inside of you, eliciting a moan from you as your fingers immediately twist in his dark locks.Â
Never in a million years had you thought that the study session that you had been far too eager to agree to would turn into something like this. And that Choi Yeonjun of all people would be the first one to see such a part of you. â You didnât know if it was such a good thing. But it was impossible to form a single coherent thought with him between your legs, mouth falling open in surprise as his nose bumps up against your clit. He doesnât seem to mind when you push yourself further onto his face, practically grinding your hips on his mouth as small noises of pleasure ripped from deep within your throat. You were thankful that the library had been vacant for hours.Â
âY-Yeonjun!â His name falls from your lips without registering in your brain beforehand and you almost slap a hand over your mouth as realization washes over you. Yeonjun on the other hand, only chuckles, the sound sending vibrations against your sensitive cunt and you whimper as he withdraws his tongue from within you. â A somewhat familiar sensation bubbled in the depths of your stomach. It wasnât like you hadnât had an orgasm before, but the occurrence was rare, you didnât exactly spend much time with yourself like that.Â
His name is pulled from your chest once more and his grip on your thighs tighten. âYou got something to say, nerd?â He wonders without leaning away from you, hot mouth working against your throbbing core as he draws moans and whines from you. âC-close..â you mumble, feeling your cheeks redden at the small statement, and you were suddenly glad that he was unable to see your flustered face.Â
âCum on my face then, bet youâve never done that before.âÂ
The comment was mean, possibly even degrading, but it still made you clench incoherently around nothing as you released against his waiting lips. To your surprise, he doesnât immediately pull away, his face remaining between your legs as he laps up the aftermath of your orgasm, drinking in the taste of you with a small satisfied groan. â And when he does finally tear himself from your sore cunt, you can barely look him in the eyes, ashamed at what had just transpired between the two of you. Yeonjun doesnât seem affected in the slightest, his thumb wiping away the sticky fluids on his chin before popping them in his mouth. The sight should not have made you throb but it did and you bit your lip.Â
Without warning, he suddenly gets up as he dusts off his pants. âW-where are you going?â Youâre unable to stop yourself from asking. He shoots you a glance that says âwell isnât it obvious?â He sighs, frustrated by your blunt obliviousness, âour session is over, isnât it?âÂ
You blink at him, still recovering from your climax as you pull your panties back on. âBut the study-â â âYouâve got what you wanted, havenât you?â He states as he stares down at you, much like he had on your first day, and your words suddenly fall short as you meet his gaze. Shaking his head, a small chuckle escaped his lips, âIâll see you tomorrow, nerd.âÂ
The last thing you hear are the library doors slamming shut before the room is enveloped in a deafening silence once more.  Â
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Everything had returned to normal the following Tuesday. You could barely wrap your head around it. The snarky comments were back, the pestering stares, whatever had roamed the air yesterday seemed to have completely vanished and you were left dumbfounded. â There was only one exceptionally different thing. Choi Yeonjun.
Part of you had hoped that he wouldnât come to class, but that was a foolish thought. You hear him before you see him, or rather, you hear Beomgyuâs obnoxiously loud voice echoing off the hallways as The Choiâs approach. The classroom falls into a hushed murmur as the door swings open and the three of them enter. â You had told yourself that you would avoid him at all costs. That meant not speaking to him, not looking at him, not even glancing in the same direction as him.Â
You found it to be very hard. But the shame over what had happened not even 24 hours prior kept your gaze trained to the pages of your notebook. Not even as he pulled out his chair, making an agonizingly scraping noise that cut through the otherwise quiet room, did your eyes stray from the words in front of you, rereading them over and over as you tried to get your brain to register them. â You lasted approximately two minutes.Â
One small peek his way confirmed your every fear. Leaning back in his chair, Yeonjun paid you no mind as he scrolled through his phone, one of his hands rubbing the back of his neck as he did. He actedâŠjust like he usually did, as if nothing had happened between the two of you. For a moment you had worried that he would tell everyone, that was a shame you wouldnât be able to bear. But perhaps he was trying to spare his own reputation, you could only hope he would keep quiet. Did he regret it? Probably. Why wouldnât he?Â
What was perhaps even worse than his indifferent mannerism toward you was when Mimi greeted him with a kiss. Flinging her arms around his neck, she pulls him close as she practically shoves her tongue down his throat. Beomgyu makes a vile comment before turning to Soobin but besides that, no one else paid them much mind. Except you. The guilt was eating you alive, and you werenât even the one who had cheated. What would happen if she found out, would she break up with him? Surely she would find a way to put the entire blame on you. You did not dare think of how miserably you would be treated if she found out. It couldnât happen. You would have to talk to Yeonjun about it, one way or another.Â
But how?Â
You tried approaching him at lunch, but you only managed one step in his direction before you chickened out. Then you tried again before English, this time you made it halfway before Soobin swooped in right in front of you, his tall frame covering Yeonjun completely from view and you sighed. Your last shot was after gym. As everyone ventured toward the locker rooms you trailed behind, Yeonjun had, too, stayed to talk with your professor but just as you were about to approach, a tap on your shoulder freezes you in place.Â
âThe hell are you staring at, nerd?â Beomgyuâs voice is filled with distaste as he eyes your sweaty figure, his nose turning up in disgust. Stunned, you fumble for words as your eyes dart between him and Yeonjun, just a few paces away. âN-nothing I was justâŠâ â âJust leaving, right?â He cocks an eyebrow at you and you quickly nod. âY-Yeahâ, you squeak out before rushing off. Why did his friends never stray from his side? It made things so difficult.Â
You were always the last one to leave the changing rooms. Hiding away in the bathroom, you waited for the other girls to finish before you dared to venture out and get changed yourself. It had become somewhat of a routine, not that it was particularly comfortable, but as it was your last lesson of the day, you weren't in any rush. â Whilst you get dressed, your mind concludes with a ton of ideas to approach Yeonjun. It would have to be when there was no one else around, before or after school seemed like your best bet. The only remaining problem was his friends, who seemed to be glued to his side.Â
Grabbing your bag, you walk over to the exit as you think of a way to get him alone. But as the door to the locker room closes behind you, it seems your problems have solved themselves for you.Â
âWhat took you so long?âÂ
Yeonjunâs sharp voice startles you and you almost drop the bag in your hands as your head snaps in his direction. Leaning against the wall, his own gym bag swung over his shoulder, Yeonjun studies you with an indifferent expression plastered across his face. Your mouth falls open as you peer down the empty hallway, completely at loss for words. âY-you waited for me?â You splutter as your attention shifts back to him.Â
He purses his lips as he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, âyes, but Iâm starting to regret it.â â âDo you always take this long?â His voice is laced with annoyance and you swallow as you shake your head. âI- I mean IâŠI didnât know you were waiting I..âÂ
âWhatever, it doesnât matter.â He waves your meek explanation off as he shifts against the wall. Still confused on why he was even here in the first place, you bite your tongue as you wait for him to speak first. But out of everything he couldâve said to you, you had not expected the next words that were to come out of his mouth.Â
âWhenâs our next study session?â
What? He wanted to have another study session? You had been prepared to confront him about yesterday, to tell him, no beg him, to keep quiet. Yet he was asking for another session? You were sure he could read the bewilderment on your face as his lips drew into a grin. âN-next session?â You gawk out as your mouth repeatedly opens and closes. He rolls his eyes before huffing out a short breath of air, âyes our next session, we never settled on a date.â â Well you didnât think he wanted to, you had planned on telling your professor that the whole ordeal had been unsuccessful but here he was, asking for a redo?Â
Was it a good idea to say yes? Considering how last time had played out, the answer was probably not. â âI- Iâm free whenever.â But you obviously were very bad at listening to your gut instincts. However the smile that spread across his face made it all worth it, you felt your heart speeding up at the endearing sight. âPerfectâ, he chimes, âthen weâll do tomorrow 5:30.â You nod but before you can get another word out he adds, âthird floor, room 291.âÂ
Would you guys not be studying in the library? Despite your slight uneasiness, you nod, âalright.â â âMake sure no one sees you on the way there, and donât be late.â He warns before turning on his heel and walking off. You were left stunned as you leaned against the wall, still gripping your bag tightly in your hands as you tried to process what had just happened.Â
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Wednesday rolls around, the day progresses just like any other would. But something feels different, you feel different. Itâs a different kind of excitement, bubbling in the pits of your stomach. You had barely gotten any sleep last night, which was a warning sign on its own because you always made sure to get 8 hours. But you donât feel tired, not in the slightest. And as the last bell of the day rings, you hurry to the bathroom.Â
You never fussed over your appearance, far too busy with having a book stuck under your nose. But today felt different, sure the two of you were just studying, it didnât mean that you couldnât make an effort if you wanted to look nice, right?Â
The sound of bathroom stalls slamming behind you shifts your attention to a group of girls passing by. They all stop as they watch you apply a clear gloss to your lips, their noses scrunching up in disgust. âWhatâs gotten into that freak?â One of them mutters as she makes a move toward you, only to be stopped by one of her friends. âDonât, you might get contaminatedâ, she sneers and the small group burst out into a fit of giggles. â Holding back a small sigh, you ignore them as you wait for them to leave before daring to do the same.Â
Your shoes echo off the now almost empty hallways, it was late enough to where few students lingered behind. Still unfamiliar with the building, you made your way to the third floor. You took no classes here and you had to rely on the numbered doors in order to find 291. It takes a while but soon youâre standing in front of it.Â
Your hands tremble as you hurriedly glance down the hallway, making sure no one saw you. When your gaze returns to the door you realize that it was a lot smaller than the others, its red paint standing out amongst the otherwise beige ones. That was odd. Yet you push any concerns aside as you reach out to twist the handle.Â
Upon stepping inside you quickly realize that this was not a classroom. The room was small, crowded shelves pushed up against all walls, displaying a large range of items, from old books to tools such as screwdrivers and wrenches. Your eyes scan across the multitude of contents as your mind tries to piece together the scene before you.Â
âYouâre awfully punctualâ, Yeonjun drawls as he emerges from a shadowed corner. You jump as you turn to him with a confused frown, âwhatâs this?â â He grins, his hands digging deep into his pockets as he leans against one of the shelves, âthis is where our study sessions will be taking place from now onâ, he explains as he motions for you to have a look around. From now on? But there was hardly room to study here, was there?Â
Quickly noting your perplexed expression, Yeonjunâs grin widens. âWell come on now, nerd. You didnât actually think I was planning on sitting down and doing algebra with you?â Your frown deepens, lips parting as your eyes dart between him and the cramped space. âBut whatâŠthen why are we here?â You ask as you readjust the rather heavy bag on your shoulder. â He chuckles, shaking his head as he takes a step forward, that single step is enough to get him right in front of you, his chest dangerously close to yours. His hand slides up your arm, reaching your shoulder as he hooks two fingers under the strap holding your bag. âUse that clever little brain of yours for something other than your studies, and maybe you will start to see the bigger picture.âÂ
Your bag hits the floor with a thud as Yeonjunâs hand returns to your shoulder, fingers twiddling the collar of your blouse as he waits for the wheels in your head to finally turn. And when they do, you glance up at him, your eyes wide with realization. âYeonjun I⊠I donât knowâŠâ Your eyes flit toward the door, mind altering between your options, stay or go, stay or go, stay orâÂ
âTell me now.âÂ
His voice is calm and his posture remains stoic as he peers down at you. âIâm not about to waste my time on a loser like you if youâre not even into it.â He sneers as his hand lets go of your collar, pushing you back, only slightly, but enough for you to hit the shelf behind you. Was he seriously asking for your opinion right now, for your consent? Choi Yeonjun was willing to spend time on you, with you. The news were hard to melt and you found yourself awkwardly gazing up at him as your mind fumbled for an answer.Â
âWhatâs it going to be, nerd?â He tskâs before leaning forward, one of his hands resting on the shelf next to your face as he cages you against it. Briefly you considered turning back, walking away, to return to your otherwise dull life as you watched him from afar. You remembered Mimi, his girlfriend, the guilt and shame, suddenly it came crashing down all over again. But you also remembered his words: âsomeone like you, doesnât count as cheatingâ. Had he really meant that? If not, why else would he be here right now?Â
In the end, you nod. âO-Okayâ, your voice comes out as a small peep and you curse yourself for not controlling it better. The smug smirk that immediately crawled onto his face should have been a waving warning flag, yet you ignore it, too caught up in the way his eyes darted to your lips, eyeing the clear coat of gloss youâd previously applied. His thumb swipes across the sticky substance. âI was about to tell you not to disappoint meâ, he murmurs before pulling your lip down, âbut I can already tell that you wonât.âÂ
Your heart swelled at the small praise, and you leaned into his touch. You hear him scoff at your blunt advances, his lips twitching as he eyes your eager figure. âYou virgins really are gullible.â â He presses his mouth against yours, making you gasp in surprise as your pupils blow wide. In what you guessed to be an attempt at loosening you up, his hands roam up and down your sides, settling on your waist as he pushes himself closer, grinding his hips against yours.Â
You had no clue of what to focus on, his tongue in your mouth, his hands on your waist, or the way his thigh pushed between your legs, rubbing against your panties in a way that had you practically squealing. â You knew that he was enjoying the reactions he pulled from you, ever so sensitive to his smallest of touches. Itâs not long before his hand is on your thigh, gradually moving along your skin before reaching the hem of your underwear. He pushes the fabric to the side, fingers sliding across your already pathetically wet folds before finding your clit, as if they had done this a hundred times.
The moans you emit are all swallowed by his hungry lips on yours as he lets you grind yourself onto his hand. None of the previous hesitation you had felt during your session in the library was present in your mind, all you could think about was how good he felt, how you didn't want him to stop, and how you wanted more, a lot more.Â
âMore.âÂ
You can feel him smirk against you, your desperate whine ringing out into the hot air. â âYeah?â He muses before pulling back, his lips are coated in your clear gloss, the sight was strangely enticing and you find yourself nibbling on your own lip as you sheepishly nod. He chuckles, pressing his lips against yours whilst he hikes your leg around his waist, the small adjustment bringing you even closer to him, and as you feel the hard bulge through his pants, reality slowly sets in.Â
But you canât stop now, you donât want to. The sound of him undoing his zipper becomes a muffled noise somewhere in the background as your arms wrap around his neck, clinging to him in every way possible. â He breaks the kiss, confused, your eyes flutter open as you try and peer at him in the dim light of the storage room. You briefly catch him tearing a small package open with his teeth and for a moment youâre left completely dumbfounded before realizing that it mustâve been a condom.Â
People wore condoms for one of two reasons, either they were avoiding knocking someone up, or they were afraid of catching diseases. But what disease could you possibly be carrying? So that would mean⊠You donât have time to ponder on the matter further as you feel the tip of his cock against your folds. Immediately your eyes shoot open as your hands grip onto his shoulders. Suddenly everything seemed very real, perhaps a little too real.Â
âTell me if it hurtsâ, he murmurs, his forehead leaning against your own and you meekly nod. Was it supposed to hurt? You draw in a sharp breath as you feel him slowly push inside, the stretch of his fingers had been nothing compared to this and you felt completely unprepared. His movements come to an abrupt halt as he leans back to gauge your reaction with a wary expression. Quickly nodding, you loosen your grip on his shoulders, breathing out a small ââm fine.âÂ
âYeah?â He wonders and you nod once more. Only when heâs fully inside, do you dare let out the breath you had been holding in; feeling your body relax against his. âYou feelinâ okay?â His genuine question catches you off guard and you give a small nod of assurance. âY-Yeah I am..â â He smirks, then he captures your lips in a small kiss, the gesture distracts you from the moment he begins to move, gently rocking his hips into you and you gasp against his mouth.Â
âFuckâ, he grunts. With one hand around your waist and the other maintaining a steady grip on the shelf behind you, he slowly thrusts inside of you. âAre all virgins this tight?â He murmurs, the question was rhetorical and he doesnât give you the chance to answer, âor is it just you nerd?â â âI bet it is.â He sounds menacing but his ragged breathing makes it hard for you to tell if heâd really meant it or not.Â
The items on the shelf rattle as his pace grows quicker, harsher, drawing moans and whimpers from you with every move his hips, cock stretching you wide as you claw against his shoulders. He leans back, enough to where he can watch the way your lips part, your now smudged gloss spread across your cheeks and chin as you whine. His gaze drops to your chest, fingers quickly beginning to work on the buttons that concealed you from him. Flicking them open one by one, Yeonjunâs hand quickly tears your blouse apart, eyes darting to your plump breasts as they bounced in rhythm with his movement.Â
âYouâve got some nice tits for a nerdâ, he muses, his hand groping your chest as his thumb flicks along your covered nipple. Feeling your cheeks redden, you only moan as he draws deeper inside of you, the tip of his cock brushing against parts of you that made you squirm. â Yeonjun made you think of yourself, see yourself, in ways you never had before, and it was exciting.Â
âHas anyone ever told you that, hm?â He sneers, his hand pushing your breasts together as he watches the flesh squish against one another, groaning at the sight. Unable to form a single coherent thought, much less a full sentence, you merely shake your head. âWell you do. You got some of the nicest tits Iâve ever seen.â He grunts, hips snapping against you. The compliment makes you throb around him, your orgasm approaching at a rapid pace and your fairly short nails dig into his shoulders.Â
âP-Pleaseâ, you wail and Yeonjun rolls his eyes, letting out a gruff sigh. âThought you would last longer than this, nerd.â â âBut donât worryâ, he murmurs, leaning in close as his lips trail the shell of your ear, âit comes with practice.â He moves down your neck, prepping your skin in soft kisses before he pulls it between his teeth.Â
You whimper when his thumb rubs at your clit, legs trembling around his waist as your hands move to his hair, fingers threading through his dark locks before securely latching on. It doesnât take much for your high to hit, your cunt clenching down around his cock as it pulls him in further. â Yeonjun curses under his breath as his hips jerk forward before stuttering. In the pure ecstasy of the moment, you roughly pull his face from your neck as you crash your lips against his. You knew that it was messy, sloppy and uncalculated, but you didnât care as long as you got to feel him this close to you.Â
You hear him sigh, you canât tell if heâs content or not. But a moment later he breaks the kiss, gazing at you with a clouded expression as a small grin tugs at his mouth. He bites his lip, eyes dropping to your chest one final time before he pulls out, making you wince at the sudden feel of emptiness. â âNot too bad for a first timerâ, he comments as he rids himself off the condom. You open your mouth to say something but he beats you to it.Â
âSame time Friday, got it?â  Â
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Your study sessions with Yeonjun became a regular thing, and every instance was just like the former. They would take place after school, in room 291, shielded away from prying eyes as he had his way with you. You were there, at his every beck and call, never once showing up late nor canceling. â It was both thrilling and excruciating. You knew that whatever transpired between the two of you was nothing personal and only temporary. Yet you couldnât help but long for something more; you longed for Yeonjun to like you back.Â
It was probably a selfish thought, a selfish fantasy. But the images of Mimi flashing before your eyes, which had previously filled you with both dread and guilt, were suddenly replaced with a feeling of superiority. Because even if she didnât know it, her boyfriend fucked someone else on the side, her boyfriend was cheating on her, with you. And it felt good. Often you had to hold yourself back from letting said fact slip past your lips. The scenarios would sometimes look something like thisâŠÂ
âWatch where youâre going, nerd.â Mimi spits after purposefully crashing into you in an almost empty hallway that provided more than enough room for two parties to pass. Her friends turn to you with a scowl as they fold their arms across their chests. Your eyes dart between them and their vengeful leader before flitting down the long corridor, down to where The Choiâs were hanging out.Â
Making the mistake of letting your gaze linger, garners her attention as Mimi snaps her fingers in front of your face. âWhat the fuck are you looking at nerd?â She barks as her eyes follow yours. She scoffs, her lips curling into a smirk, âdo you think my boyfriend looks good or something?â Her question rips your attention back as you feverishly shake your head. â Mimi only laughs, her friends quickly joining in as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
âItâs okay, I donât blame you, really.â She tries to appear nice, perhaps even pitiful, but the malicious intent behind her words linger. You shake your head once more, âno I wasnât I..â She holds up a finger to silence you, âcome on now, itâs obvious. Everyone knows you have a thing for him.â She practically giggles as she covers her painted lips with a hand. Your cheeks feel as if they were on fire, your gaze dropping to your shoes as you bite the inside of your cheek.Â
âBut donât worryâ, she leans closer, her breath, which reeked of the strawberry bubblegum she always chewed, fans across your face. âYouâre not exactly his type.âÂ
The statement almost made you scoff. Not his type? Was that what it was? You briefly considered telling her, telling her what her boyfriend was doing behind her back, and with the school nerd at that. The one girl she thought she didnât have to worry about. It was almost a bit comedic. But you held your tongue. No matter how bad you wanted to crush whatever illusion she had going on, you couldnât. Besides, Yeonjun would probably just deny it, and who would believe you?
Speaking of Choi Yeonjun. â He had become almost insufferable outside of your sessions. From barely looking at you in class to bringing attention to you at almost every possible second, Yeonjun was now the sole epitome of the bullying you endured. Whether it was the nasty and mean comments he shared with Beomgyu, his words echoing out through the classroom as he brought the whole class to laughter. Or the multiple times in which heâd trip you over in the hallways, undoubtedly peeking up your skirt as he did, but of course, no one noticed that, and if they did, they didnât fault him.Â
Choi Yeonjun did nothing wrong. He never did. So when he invites you to a party, your very first one, you don't know what to say.Â
âThink about itâ, he huffs as he zips his pants back up. The air in the small storage unit felt hot and stuffy, your clothes sticking to your sweaty body as you pulled your panties on. âI donât know..â you quietly murmur, glancing down toward the dark floor as you twist your hands behind your back. â Yeonjun sighs, running a hand through his hair before he tries again. âWhy not? Donât tell me youâre scared.âÂ
You shake your head. âIâm not. ButâŠI donât know anyone, I donât⊠I canât just show up there.â You argue before swallowing the lump in your throat. It had been an outright baffling proposal on his side. What would people think if you just turned up? â âTell them I invited you, theyâll let you in.â You blink up at him, was he being for real right now?Â
âY-You?â He nods, as if it was a given. âMake sure to wear something half decent at least.â He says, giving your shoulder a pat before he pushes past you and out of the small room, leaving you in the dark once more.Â
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Something half decent? What was something, half decent? You didnât know, and it took you about an hour to pick out a dress you thought would be suitable. It wasnât particularly short, stopping at your knees, the dark purple complimented your skin nice, you thought. But it felt uncomfortable to walk in, and with one hand wrapped around the fabric, you pull it down as you near the driveway of a large villa.Â
Your eyes flit across the scenery, it was dark out, but the house remained lit despite the late hour. Music was playing, loud enough to where the beat echoed out across the empty street. Swallowing a gulp, you run a hand through your styled hair one final time before daring to step inside.
Immediately youâre greeted by a large number of perplexed eyes, everyone slowly turning to you as you venture further into the villa, reaching the filled kitchen space. âWhatâs she doing here?â âDid someone invite her?â âI canât believe she would actually show up.â â You cringe at their remarks, trying your best to ignore them as your eyes scan for Yeonjun. What if he wasnât here? What if this had all been a ploy to draw you out and humiliate you further. You shouldnât have come here, you really shouldâÂ
âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â
Mimiâs harsh voice snaps you from your small trance as she immediately corners you. Freezing on the spot, your hands curl into fists as you turn to her. Desperate for a way to defend yourself, to explain the situation, or to just escape all together, your mind spirals with excuses. Your lips part but you canât seem to get a single syllable out. âCome on nerd, I asked you a question.â She huffs, growing impatient as she takes a step forward, her chest almost touching yours.Â
âIâmâŠI..â Could you really tell her that her boyfriend invited you? Would she believe you? No, of course not, no one would. You bite the inside of your cheek, eyes flitting across the crowded kitchen. â âDid you come here to make a scene or something? I mean come on, youâre not even a senior.â Her comment makes everyone hum in agreement as they nod, some even sharing a couple of laughs.Â
She was right, and even if she wasnât, it wouldnât matter. You stood no chance against anyone in this room. Tears prickle in the corner of your eyes and for the first time since you came here, you actually felt like crying. Taking in a small breath, you slowly exhale again. âWell IâŠâÂ
âI invited her.âÂ
Your heart practically froze over as Yeonjunâs voice cut through the tense air. Quiet murmurs carry out through the room as everyone redirects their attention. Somewhere in front of you, you can hear Mimi scoff as she takes a small step back. âWhat?â She questions and you finally dare to lift your gaze, your eyes immediately locking with Yeonjunâs as he leans against the kitchen island, seemingly unbothered by the small uproar taking place.Â
Mimi on the other hand seemed to be fuming as she glanced between her boyfriend and you. âWhat do you mean you invited her?â She seethes, her voice laced with hatred and spite. Yeonjun shrugs as he digs his hands into his pockets, an indifferent look on his face. âCome on now, loosen up a little. Itâs our responsibility as her seniors to take good care of her, donât you agree?â He lets his gaze wander across the multiple eyes directed at him, everyone seeming to break under his stare as they quietly nod.Â
He cocks an eyebrow in the direction of his girlfriend, âthen thereâs no problem, hm?â Mimiâs mouth had fallen open as she watched him win everyone over within a matter of seconds. Though quickly regaining her composure as she nods, muttering out a quiet, âwhateverâ, before she pushes past you with such force that you almost lose your balance.
Yeonjun sighs as he moves off the countertop, placing a hand on Beomgyuâs shoulder, âget her something to drink wonât you?â His friend frowns, âwhy me?â But Yeonjun doesnât pay him any further mind as he, too, takes his leave, most likely in search of his raging girlfriend.Â
As soon as he leaves, the previous tension seems to lift as everyone returns to whatever conversation they had been preoccupied with earlier. You breathe out a small sigh as you wrap your arms around you, leaning against the kitchen island as you keep your gaze down. â A drink is shoved in front of you, itâs reddish hue making you frown as you gingerly take it from Beomgyuâs outstretched hand. âT-Thanksâ, you mumble as you grip the plastic cup tightly.Â
Youâre surprised when he doesnât leave, instead he groans as he takes place beside you, resting his hands on the countertop behind him. âYâknow I really donât understand why he invited you of all people.â He begins and you can feel his eyes roam your body with distaste. Swallowing, you quietly nod as you sip on the drink, it wasnât at all as bitter as you had expected it to be, rather it tasted kind of sweet.Â
âIâŠI donât know eitherâ, you shyly mumble, keeping the cup to your lips as you occupy yourself with gazing down at the liquid swirling around. Beomgyu scoffs as he shakes his head, âOf course you donât. No one knows whatâs going on in that thick skull of his.â â His words came outâŠalmost insulting, and you wondered why he chose to speak in such a way about his friend.Â
âYouâve got some guts though, Iâll give you that.â He states, running a hand through his messy hair as his eyes fixate on something in front of him. Surprised at the sudden almost compliment-like statement, you glance up at him in sheer bewilderment. âNot many people in your shoes wouldâve come hereâ, he adds as he gives you a quick one-over. âNo offense yâknow, but you kinda lookâŠâ His nose scrunches up in what you could only guess to be disgust and you bite the inside of your cheek as your gaze drops to your dress.Â
âO-Oh yeahâŠI guess.âÂ
Beomgyu chuckles, âMy, are you gullible.â You internally wince at his words, a small grimace flickering across your face as you take another sip of your drink. You can feel his eyes on you as Beomgyu studies you closely, a little too close. âYâknow, maybe I do understand why he invited youâ, he sniggers, pushing himself off the kitchen island, he leaves without saying another word.Â
Left confused and yet again, alone, you chew on the plastic of your cup as you wonder how long you would have to stay before it would become appropriate to leave.Â
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You think an hour had passed, it felt like three. Back pressed against the wall of the open-spaced living room, your eyes roam the makeshift dance floor as you watch the way your classmates enjoy their evening together. Your presence had soon become old news and after your first encounter, Mimi had left you alone, and so did everyone else. You were thankful, you supposed. But you still didnât know why Yeonjun had invited you, much less why you had even decided to show up. Because right now, he was nowhere to be seen.Â
You think that you might be able to just sneak out, leave, go home and forget that this evening ever took place. This wasnât for you, that much you could tell. You would face the embarrassment come Monday, but today, now, all you wanted to do was evaporate.Â
Standing up a bit straighter, you tug your dress down once more, preparing to leave. Itâs only then he makes an appearance. Itâs quick, so much so that if it werenât for the subtle tap to your forearm, you wouldâve probably missed him as he passed you by. Your eyes follow Yeonjunâs retreating frame as he aims for the staircase, leading to the second floor. Before climbing the first step, he throws a quick glance over his shoulder, eyes finding yours as he flashes you a small smirk.Â
You gulp as you watch him disappear again. Nervously chewing on your bottom lip, your gaze flits across the room, no one was looking at you. Still you wait another five minutes before aiming for the stairs as well. Each step forward made your legs feel like jelly and you steadied yourself against the railing.Â
The second floor consists of a long hallway, with doors either side of it, reaching down to at least four of them. Your heartbeat picks up at the thought of having to push all of them open as you carefully peeked inside. But your attention is drawn to the third one on the right, slightly ajar as a yellow light seeps through its cracks. Hesitantly you venture forward, coming to a halt in front of it as you debate your next move. Did you knock? Call out for him? Was he even there? Maybe you were seeing things. There was only one way to find out was there?Â
Mustering up whatever courage you have left, you gently push the door open. The room is⊠a bedroom. A small onesize bed, pushed up against the window alongside the empty bedside table, tells you that itâs most likely a guest room. Your eyes flit to the armchair in the corner, widening as they land on Yeonjunâs figure, sprawled out against the cushion, a hand down his pants as he lazily strokes himself. He watches you with a faint smirk, his head leaning back against the backrest, eyes half lidded as they peer over at you.Â
What was going on? You glance back and out into the hallway, afraid that someone, anyone, might walk by. What if Mimi came looking for him? But you were almost certain heâd meant for you to follow him. Quickly you shut the door behind you, locking it for good measure. Yeonjun watches your hurried movements with an amused expression, the hand on his cock unwavering.
âW-Whatâs all this?â You quietly wonder, willing your eyes to look anywhere but him, anywhere but the hand down his trousers. He doesnât say anything, lifting his free hand, his index finger beckons you over and you hesitantly comply. Stopping by the chair, you awkwardly clasp your hands together in front of you as you wait for him to break the stale silence.Â
âYou look nice tonight.â He finally says, his voice seemingly indifferent as he shamelessly lets his gaze roam your body, stopping at the slight cleavage your dress provided. In the dim light casted by only a small lamp on the drawer next to him, you were unsure if he could make out the blush coating your cheeks or not. âThank you..âÂ
He hums, readjusting himself on the soft cushions as his legs spread further apart. It takes everything in you not to let your gaze drop. For a moment everything is quiet, and you wonder why he had even bothered to get you up here in the first place. But then he sighs, the small exhale easily garnering your attention as you shift on the spot.Â
âHave you ever blown someone before?âÂ
He asks the question as if it were any other and you feel the color on your cheeks intensifying. He canât just ask someone something like thatâŠBut then again, there was little Choi Yeonjun couldnât do. Part of you doesnât understand why he even bothered to ask, wasnât it obvious? Another part of you suspects that he wants to hear you admit it, wants to see you get flustered as you shake your head, squeaking out a meek âno, never.âÂ
Thatâs exactly what you do. â He smirks, a wide smirk, exposing his sharp teeth as his free hand grabs onto one of your own. You let him pull you to your knees, the soft carpet beneath your bare skin felt nice but it was hard to focus on anything but the bulge in front of your face, the movement of his hand visible through the material of his pants.Â
âIâll teach youâ, he mumbles, letting go of your hand as he pushes your hair back, gaze wandering across the light makeup you had applied, lingering by the cherry red lipstick on your lips. You slowly nod, hands gripping onto the hem of your dress with such force that youâre surprised it doesnât tear.Â
Without further warning he leans back, swiftly pulling his cock free from his jeans as he continues to stroke it, now only inches from your face. Sure you and Yeonjun had hooked up before, in the darkness of the small storage unit, in places where you never paid his dick much attention apart from when it was inside of you. This was the first time you actually saw it, you think, and this close too.Â
Your jaw goes slack as your eyes trail across the large veins climbing up his shaft, coated in a sheer layer of arousal, seeping through his fingers as they wrapped around the length of it. Gulping, you eye the tip, a bright red hue as droplets of precum spilled from the slit. You would be lying if you said that the sight didnât make your thighs clench together. â Obviously enjoying your stunned response, Yeonjun groans as he gives himself a particularly harsh tug, making your eyes widen further as they flicker from his cock to his face and back again.Â
âCome hereâ, he directs you to scoot forward and you do, offering your hand for him to take as he guides it to wrap around his shaft. He felt hard and heavy in your palm, and you bite your lip as you try to gauge his reaction. Letting his hand drop to his sides, Yeonjun sinks back against the cushion as he peers down at you. âStart slow, donât use too much pressure but donât be afraid to touch me. Iâll tell you when you can speed up.â He instructs as he lets his head fall back, getting comfortable as he pays you little mind.Â
Your attention returns to his cock in your hand, doing as he said, you slowly let your palm glide up and down, fingers quickly becoming coated in the shiny layer of his arousal. You canât tell if he likes it or not, he gives little reaction as he stares up at the ceiling. You want to ask him, you want him to reassure you, but it feels stupid to ask, and you hate feeling stupid.Â
His hand joins in on top of your own, guiding your fingers to his tip, which you had purposefully avoided as you didnât know how to approach it. âFlick your wrist like thisâ, he murmurs, letting your palm glide over the head before returning to stroke him. He only shows you once before his hand moves back to his side. But you can tell that heâs watching you now, eyes tailing your every movement as you repeat what he had just showed you, rolling your hand over his tip, drawing a small huff of air from him.Â
âUse your thumbâ, he breathes, and your gaze flickers to his face in slight confusion before catching on. The next time you twist your wrist over his head, you press the surface of your thumb against the slit. He shudders under you, a small groan passing his lips and your heart speeds up at the small confirmation you just received. It managed to boost your confidence enough to where you gripped him more firmly, experimentally squeezing his cock, just like he had done moments prior, relishing in the way his breath hitched.Â
âYou can go -f-fuck- faster.â He grunts, his hands sliding against the armrests of the chair, fingers digging into the plush cushion. Quickly nodding, youâre happy to oblige, repeating your previous movements but with an increased pace as your eyes dart between his leaking dick and his slightly contorted face.Â
When he first twitches in your hand, youâre taken back. Surprised by the sudden movement yet you felt yourself throb as you tugged at him even harsher, wanting to pull that very same reaction from him once more. â Heâs stopped guiding you, biting down on the inside of his cheek as he tries to muffle whatever noises threaten to escape. You donât mind, in fact it only spurred you on further as you flicked your wrist over his flushed tip once more.Â
His hips buck up against your hand as he lets out a strangled noise. His hand quickly finds its way to your hair, brushing it back as he breathes out through his nose. âFuck, slow downâ, he mutters, tugging at your hair as he forces your face up to meet his, âIâll cum before youâve even blown me at this rate.â The statement made your chest swell with pride, still, your hand slows down as you settle back into a more languid pace.Â
He takes a moment to open his eyes, drawing in a few ragged breaths before he does. The hand in your hair moves to your face, cupping your cheeks as he pulls you closer, the tip of his cock merely inches from your lips and you swallow. âRelaxâ, he says, fingers pulling your mouth open and you let him. âBreathe through your nose, and donât use your teeth.â â You slowly nod, your hands bracing themselves on his thighs as he taps his cock against your parted lips, smearing his arousal all over your cherry lipstick.Â
He pushes inside slowly, you wince at the stretch, your mouth widening as much as it allows. The first thing you note is the salty taste, it isnât particularly strong and youâre relieved. But no matter how hard you tried to relax your jaw, when his cock hit the back of your throat you instinctively pulled back with a small gag. â Yeonjun tskâs above you, the hand on your cheeks gripping you firmer as he pulls you back onto his dick. âThought I told you to relax, no?â He murmurs, letting out a breathy moan as you let him slide himself back into your hot mouth.  Â
Your eyes screw shut as you focus on evening out your breathing, taking steady breaths in and out through your nose as you allow your tense frame to relax under him. âThink of it as the same as what you did with your hand.â His fingers relax against your cheek, thumb grazing your skin as he feels the way his cock slides in and out of your pliant lips. â It feels weird at first, uncomfortable too, but after a while you slowly get used to the feeling of him in your mouth.Â
Hesitantly wrapping your lips around him, you press your tongue flat against him as you carefully bob your head up and down. He groans somewhere above you and your eyes flutter open as you peer up at him through your mascara coated lashes. Yeonjun always looked good, but there was something about him like this, from this view. A sheer layer of sweat that made his dark hair stick to his forehead, his parted lips and furrowed brows, you clenched at the sight, taking him deeper and with much more urgency.Â
Something about tonight feltâŠspecial, perhaps even more intimate than all your past encounters. Maybe it had to do with the change of scenery. The dimly lit bedroom, the plush armchair, the fine carpet, you canât place it, but something is different. And for the first time, you can only think about Yeonjun, not his girlfriend, his friends or even your classmates. It was only him.Â
Remembering how you had pressed your thumb against his slit earlier, you pull back to refocus your attention to only his tip, your hand joining in to stroke the rest of him. You press your tongue flat against his head before swirling it to the best of your abilities, watching intently as Yeonjunâs brows drew further together, a breathy moan ripping from deep within his chest.Â
âF-Fucking hellâ, he groans, his head falling back against the cushion. âFuck âm gonna-â His hips jerk forward, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and you pull back with a small wince, unprepared for when his hot cum spurted into your mouth. Not really knowing which approach to take, you continue to suck him off, cum dribbling down your chin as you fought to swallow the rest without losing your breath once more. Yeonjun slumps back against the armchair, his hand releasing its hold on your cheeks as he lets it fall to his side.Â
Carefully pulling off of him, you sit back as you begin wiping your chin with the back of your hand. You steal a glance at him, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. Yeonjun runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head as a small grin etches its way to his lips. â âWasâŠwas it okay?â Your words are barely above a whisper, and he cocks an eyebrow at you, his grin widening.Â
âSure it was, nerd.âÂ
You blink up at him, âreally?â â He chuckles, tucking himself back into his pants with a small grimace. âWould I have asked you to do it if I had doubts?â He retorts and you bite your lip, no perhaps not you supposed. âYouâll get even better with a bit of practiceâ, he reassures you, giving your head a light pat before getting up.Â
Heâs reached the door before he turns back to you, âwait another fifteen minutes or so before leaving, yeah?â Without waiting to hear your answer, he unlocks the door and steps out, slamming it shut behind him.Â
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You spent another thirty minutes aimlessly wandering around the large villa, astonished by how someone could afford a place this big. You still had no clue whose house this even was, and no one seemed to care for the sake either. â Halfway down a long corridor, filled with what you could only assume to be modern art, you suddenly freeze in your tracks as the voices of someone else joins your quiet footsteps.Â
After spending a rough minute trying to locate the source of the sound, you finally realize that itâs coming from behind one of the larger pillars a few paces ahead. Debating your choices for a solid ten seconds, you opt to try and eavesdrop, if only for a moment. And as you quietly creep forward, their conversation suddenly becomes a lot more clear. â Shuffling to squeeze yourself behind another pillar, you lean against the cool marble as you try and pick up on whatâs being said.Â
You knew the voices belonged to two of the girls from your class, but you were unable to pair them with any faces. â âDid he really?â One of them asks, her voice is slightly high-pitched, almost a bit squeaky. Her friendâs voice is fairly deeper as she replies, âYes! And it was a week before her birthday too!â A small gasp. âYou donât mean⊠But with whom?â The first girl asks.Â
Thereâs a brief pause, and you, too, find yourself holding your breath as you await the second girl's answer. âWith Hera..â You frown, unable to recognize the name but the other girl seemed more than aware as she let out a small shriek, earning a sharp âhush!â from her friend. â âBut thatâsâŠâ the first girl begins only to be interrupted by her friend, âher best friend.âÂ
Their conversation made little sense in your ears, and with a small sigh you turned to walk the other way when suddenly, a familiar name surfaced. â âBut it was kind of obvious was it notâ, the girl with the deeper voice begins, âYeonjun has cheated on Mimi with practically all of her friends. Sheâs bound to find out some day, itâs only a matter of time.âÂ
You felt your face fall as your heart plummeted through your stomach. Had you heard them right? You hoped you hadnât but the first girl quickly butts in as she confirms what you dreaded. âI told her from the start that Yeonjun was promiscuous, but she didnât listen of courseâ, the girl huffs as her friend hums in agreement. âBetter her than meâ, she adds.Â
You had heard enough. That was it, you were going home. Turning on your heel, you quietly dart down the long corridor. â You knew that you didn't have a reason to be upset, hell he had even cheated on his girlfriend with you. It still didnât stop the tears that pricked in your eyes as you pushed past the crowd in the kitchen. A small part of you had thought, perhaps even hoped that maybe, maybe what he saw in you was different from what he saw in Mimi. God youâre so stupid. You quietly mutter, reaching the open living room just in time to see who you had hoped you wouldnât.Â
Near the front door, leaning against the wall, was Yeonjun, arms wrapped around his girlfriendâs frame as she pressed sloppy kisses to his neck. Your mind flashes with the images of what had taken place between the two of you not even an hour ago. Yet here he was, shamelessly buttering his so-called girlfriend up as if he hadnât had you on his cock moments prior. And to think that you had allowed yourself to become part of his crowd, it was disgusting.Â
You finally saw Choi Yeonjun for what he really was. A fucking asshole. And with that clarification in mind, you forcefully push past the pair as you march out of the front door, leaving the still lively party behind as you begin your journey home.Â
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Monday came all too fast. The aftermath of the party is still fresh in your mind as you rummage through your locker. You had spent the whole weekend reanalyzing your every interaction with Yeonjun; from the day you first met to the thirty minutes spent in the guest bedroom just two days ago. You questioned his true intentions, more than twice. But no matter how many hours you tossed and turned in bed, you got no closer to solving the mystery that was Choi Yeonjun.Â
Slamming the red steel door shut, you almost drop the books in your arm as you come face to face with the person you least wanted to see. â Yeonjun leans against the locker next to yours as he studies your face intently. Quickly you turn around to see if anyone was watching the two of you before shifting your attention back to him. âWhat are you doing?â You whisper as you watch him with a wary expression.Â
He only shrugs, a small grin playing on his lips. âSee me after classâ, he nods in the direction of the stairs, leading to the third floor and you internally sigh. Still, you should talk to him, you really should, so you nod. âOkay.â â His grin widens as Yeonjun pushes himself off the locker, continuing down the hallway without another word.Â
You find yourself counting down the hours, lesson after lesson, your eyes remain glued to the clock on the wall. In fact, youâre so focused on the afternoon ahead that the insults thrown your way merely passes over your head. â Then finally, after what feels like an eternity, you find yourself walking up the steps and past the doors as you neared room 291.
He was already there, waiting for you. And as soon as the red door closes behind you, heâs got you pressed up against it, hungry lips on yours within a matter of seconds as his hands roam your body. It was easy to get caught up in his world, his kisses and his touches, you have to remind yourself of why you came here. His name falls from your lips, but itâs not the usual desperate whine, itâs serious, you know that he can tell, humming against your lips yet his hands donât stray away from wandering beneath your shirt.Â
"Yeonjun, wait."Â
He stills, if only for a moment, leaning back slightly as his lips brush against yours. Taking in a deep breath, you prepare yourself for the conversation to come. You had rehearsed it many times in your head, but as you glance up at him in the dim light of the storage unit, you find it hard to even look him in the eyes. âIâŠIâve been thinkingâ, you slowly begin, watching the faint smirk that surfaces on his face. âDonât you always, nerd.â He mutters, his hands resuming their journey up your chest, flicking the buttons to your shirt open as his mouth leaves hot kisses against your neck.Â
You try to ignore the burning sensation sparking through your body, forcing yourself to go through with what you wanted to say. âYes but, Iâve been thinking aboutâŠabout us.â â Your words make his hands around your breasts stutter and he goes quiet against you. Biting your lip, you hold your breath as you wait for him to say something, but he doesnât, only humming against your skin as he continues to litter you in red marks.Â
âWhat makes you think there is an âusâ?âÂ
His question makes your composure fall as you let out a shaky exhale. âThere isn't?" You hesitantly ask, already anticipating the answer you were bound to receive. â He pulls away from you with a perplexed expression. Then he laughs, itâs short, cruel, he shakes his head. âDonât be funnyâ, he mutters as he runs a hand through his dark hair. âYou know that I have a girlfriend, nerd.â He spits the words out like the venomous bite of a snake. His gaze drops to your unbuttoned blazer, briefly passing the harsh bruises heâd previously left on your chest.
âDonât think youâre anything else besides a quick fuck.âÂ
Oh. There it was. He finally said it, he finally confirmed what you had been dreading all along. You werenât stupid, you knew that whatever the two of you had was nothing romantic. But hearing those words come out of his mouth, it hurt more than you ever thought it wouldâve. Still, it was just what you needed. With your palms pressed against his chest, you push him back, as far away from you as the small room allowed.Â
âI donât think I want to be that.âÂ
Your voice is trembling as you speak and you have to force your gaze not to drop down to your shoes. Letting your hands fall back against your sides, you draw in a small breath, holding it as you watch Yeonjunâs face form into a confused frown. âWhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?â He huffs, sounding almost angry as his hands clenched into fists before relaxing again.Â
You bite the inside of your cheek, giving a meek shrug of your shoulders. âI donât want to be just a⊠a quick fuck.â You murmur, unable to maintain his intense gaze, you let your eyes drop to the floor. He scoffs, leaning back against the shelves with such force that the items behind him rattled. âDo you honestly believe that anyone else is even going to consider fucking you, nerd?â He was pissed, that much you could tell.Â
Shaking your head, you blink away the tears that had managed to form in your eyes. âI donât care, I justâŠâ, you exhale, praying that your voice wouldnât break as you continued, âI just donât think this is for me.â â Yeonjun laughs, the same laugh that echoed off the classroom walls as he made fun of you. You realize then just how fucked up your situation had become. How could you have allowed yourself to stoop to such a level?Â
âI gave you so much, and you⊠you donât think that itâs for you?â He jeers, taking a step forward as he comes face to face with you once more. But now none of the previous lust and desire remained, only fury. All you can do is continuously shake your head, not daring to meet his gaze. âNo. Itâs not.â You state as you tear your eyes from the floor, it takes everything in you to not have your resolve crumbling as you peer up at him.Â
âSo letâs stop.âÂ
You motion toward the small unit you were currently standing in. âWhatever this is, was, letâs end it now.â You swallow, hard, the sound ringing in your ears. Yeonjun runs a hand through his hair once more, tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek as his eyes flit between you and the door. âYou want to end things? Fine.â His voice lacks all the anger it previously held, now sounding almost monotone.Â
âBut donât come crying when you realize just how much youâre about to lose.â He drawls, eyes boring into yours one final time before he pushes past you, knocking you back against the wall as he rips the door open. Darkness envelops you as soon as it's slammed shut behind him, and you finally let out the sob you had been holding in.Â
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You didnât go to school that following Tuesday, nor Wednesday. It was the first time you had missed a whole day since your junior year in highschool. Was it pathetic? Probably. Curled up on your bed, you spent the two days in front of your laptop, binging whatever show seemed appealing as you sniffled into a tissue. â You wanted to go back in time, back to when you only knew Yeonjun as the obnoxious leader of bullies from your class, back to when things were simple.Â
You wondered what he mightâve said about you in your absence. What kind of lies he mightâve conducted, surely he wouldnât just sit still. You dreaded returning, but you knew that it was inevitable, and as Thursday rolled around, you pulled yourself from bed.Â
The classroom was empty when you arrived, there was another thirty minutes left but you had chosen to get there earlier to save yourself perhaps at least a few stares as you walked toward your desk. You had missed a lot, you were sure, two days was a long time to be away from school and you worried that you would have a lot of reading to do when you came back home. Though you supposed the distraction of studying would be nice.Â
Itâs about ten minutes left until class when the first few students emerged from the doors, swinging their bags down on their desks as they chatted loudly with one another. âWatch it nerd!â A girl sneers as she gives the leg of your chair a harsh kick, you grip onto the edge of your table as you hang your head low. But beside that, nothing happens, and you frown. You were sure it was going to be worse than this, but it wasnât. For the first time ever you felt relieved that your classmates were treating you indifferent. Well, all except one.Â
Yeonjun doesnât show up to first period. And just as you think heâs about to be absent for the second one as well, the door is pushed open as he walks inside. Yeonjun seldom did what he was supposed to in class, but he always brought his bag, not today though. You tried to not let your eyes linger, inevitably failing as you watched him pull out his chair and sit down, his hands remaining in his pockets as he leaned back to gaze across the board with a lazy expression. In regular fashion, Beomgyu goes off about a random topic next to him as Soobin twirls a pen between his fingers, seemingly bored out of his mind.Â
Class begins, and ends, and nothing happens. Not even as much as a glare in your direction. It was just like before, before the two of you were ever intimate, Yeonjun acted as if you didnât exist, and you watched him. But this time, you didnât feel a sense of longing, honestly, you didnât know what you felt. Relief, a sense of mourning, regret? You didnât like the way your stomach felt when you looked at him, so you stopped.Â
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Weeks went by, the bullying never stopped, why would it? You kept quiet, your gaze downcast as you moved through the hallways. It worked, because you rarely saw him anymore. You didnât know if he was avoiding you or not, you didnât care. It felt nice to not care. The only thing tugging away at you now⊠was the loneliness. It wasnât like Yeonjun acted friendly with you, especially not during school hours, but he had made you feel less alone. In the most fucked up way possible, he was the only one you had ever had some kind of relationship with since your first day here. And a small part of you missed it.Â
But even the loneliness would one day stop.Â
You blink up as a plate is placed opposite yours in the crowded cafeteria. Confused, your eyes darted between the boy before of you and the plenty of empty tables. He doesnât seem to care as he slides down on the chair in front of yours. âYouâre the junior girl who takes classes with the seniors right?â He asks as he tilts his head to the side, studying you with wide and curious eyes. â Still wary of the intentions behind his move to sit with you, you slowly nod, âI am.âÂ
He smiles, it was perhaps one of the first genuine smiles you had received since you started here. Shuffling a bit closer, he offers his hand for you to shake, which you hesitantly do. âIâm Hueningkai, but you can just call me Kai.â He says as you let go of his hand once more. â âIâm a junior too, but Iâm stuck with everyone else our ageâ, he explains with a coy smile.Â
You nod, taking a small sip of your water. His eyes shift to the book placed next to your tray. âLord Of The Rings?â He asks and you hum as you turn it around for him to see. âI love those books!â He exclaims as he brings it to his face, studying the back intently. âIâm re-reading them..â You quietly mumble as your gaze flickers between him and the glass in your hand. Kai sets the book down as he turns to you, âyou mean youâve read all this more than once? Sick!âÂ
That was how you met Kai. You donât know why he approached you, you didnât care to ask. All you knew was that you had finally found a friend. And though the two of you still took separate classes, you always stayed behind to study together, ate lunch just the two of you, and walked each other to class. It felt nice to have someone to talk to, even though you didnât tell him about you and Yeonjun, he still listened to you as you explained all of the bullying.Â
You were amongst the last to return to class after lunch one lousy Tuesday. Kai and you had spent the entire break discussing quantum physics, and you had only realized the time once you went to search something up on your phone, making you rush to class. Not thinking much of the rare occurrence, you make your way over to your desk by the very back of the room, only freezing when one of your classmates addresses you.Â
âWhatâs got you coming in so late, nerd?â He sneers as he leans back in his chair to see you better. With the intention of not replying, you take your seat as you begin rummaging through your stuffed bag. But when another girl butts in, you feel yourself go stiff. âDonât you know?â She drawls, easily garnering the first guyâs attention as well as everyone around her. Even the Choiâs seemed to be listening as Beomgyu put down his phone. You held your breath, anticipating the worst yet it somehow ended up being so far from anything you couldâve ever imagined.Â
âNerdâs got a boyfriend.â She exclaims, watching triumphantly as everyone began whispering amongst each other, hushed murmurs carrying around the room. You felt your face burn as you glanced toward Yeonjunâs table. â He was still scrolling absentmindedly on his phone, but the way his jaw clenched, accompanied with the small frown of his brows, made your stomach sink just slightly.Â
âThatâs such bullshit!â Mimi exclaims as she throws you a harsh glare. But the girl whoâd announced the news merely shakes her head. âIâve seen them myself!â She retorts as she folds her arms across her chest. âThat junior boy, yâknow the blonde one.â â âIâve seen them too!â Someone else chirps in and the girl is quick to nod.Â
âThey always eat lunch together tooâ, the girl turns to you with a wide smirk, âisnât that right nerd?â â Your fingers curled around the pencil in your hand, gripping it with such force that it might break. You donât look at her, gaze dropping to your table as you merely shook your head, earning a scoff from the girl as she turned back to the rest of the class.Â
âShit, are you serious?â Beomgyu wonders as he leans forward in his chair. But before the girl has a chance to reply, Yeonjun cuts her off. âDonât be stupidâ, he mutters as he pulls Beomgyu back by the collar of his shirt. â âWhat the fuck man, itâs just a questionâ, he whines as he rubs his now sore neck. Yeonjun huffs as his gaze remains glued to his phone screen, âof course she isnât serious. Stop believing her bullshit.âÂ
Beomgyu falls silent at his words and so does everyone else. The next few minutes are awkward as everyone scrambles to occupy themselves with whatever they could find, desperately wishing for your professor to walk through the doors.Â
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The sound of the old library doors being pushed open shifts your focus from the book in your lap as you glance up just in time to see Kai approaching your desk. He smiles, waving his hand enthusiastically and you find yourself reciprocating the small move. â âSorry Iâm lateâ, he apologizes as he takes the seat next to yours, pulling a few books from his bag. âItâs fine, reallyâ, you assure him as you place your own book down.Â
It had become routine for the two of you to meet up and study together, well, you often just talked the hours away, but neither of you seemed to mind the lack of work getting done. âWhich chapter are you on?â He wonders, and you slide the book over for the two of you to share, âfifteen.â He nods as he scoots closer, your shoulders practically touching as you take turns reading and scribbling down notes.Â
Usually you didnât mind the close proximity, but when thinking back of what had transpired after lunch earlier that day, you felt different. Ever since your break up with Yeonjun, if break up was even what you could call it, you had little desire to enter into a new relationship. But the more you mulled over your classmateâs words, the more sense it all seemed to make. â Eating lunch together, walking each other to class, even now, you both sat so close that you could hear the pattern of his breathing.Â
Kai was cute. He was the type of cute that made you look back twice when you passed him on the street, the type of cute that made you want to revisit the small cafĂ© because of the waiter that had served you, the type of cute that you wanted to bring home to your parents. â Not only was he cute, he was nice too, you felt happy, comforted, in his presence. Unlike Yeonjun, Kai only made you feel giddy inside as you longed to see him. He never made you second guess his intentions or yourself.Â
But there was still something missing, something that you couldnât quite place. Something that Yeonjun had made you feel by just stepping into the same room as you. You hated yourself for comparing your new friend to someone like him, but it felt almost impossible not to. You didnât care about Choi Yeonjun anymore, so why did he continue to haunt the subconscious parts of your mind?Â
As if on cue, Kai turns around in his seat, his nose almost grazing your own due to how close you sat. âHey are you following along?â He wonders, seemingly concerned as a small frown tugs at his brows. Blinking, you shake your head, âsorry no..â â You swallow, willing yourself to be honest with him, you need to be.
âCan IâŠcan I tell you something?â You hesitantly ask, gnawing on your bottom lip as you twirl your pencil anxiously between your fingers. He nods, a small smile painting his lips, âof course!â â Awkwardly clearing your throat, you think of a way to begin the whole thing. âW-Well basicallyâŠEveryone in my class they-âÂ
Your words get stuck in your throat, not because you were afraid of uttering them, not because Kai made you in any way feel uneasy. But because the oak doors to the library opened once more, the sound almost deafening to your ears, eyes becoming glued to Yeonjunâs frame as he enters. It doesnât take him long to spot you, his already spiteful expression seemingly worsening as his gaze locks with yours.Â
He grasps a book tightly in one hand, walking over to the front desk as he practically slams it on the table, making everyone inside the room jump as their heads turn in his direction. Yeonjun however, pays them little mind, his eyes never straying from yours as the old librarian goes to check out his book. â Even Kaiâs attention had shifted toward your classmate, watching as Yeonjun leaned against the desk with a scowl on his face.Â
âIsnât he in your class?â He wonders as the frown on his face deepens. You nod, âignore himâ, you mumble as you shift uncomfortably under his intense gaze. âBut heâs looking at you..â Kai states and you shake your head again, âplease letâs just ignore him.â â Finally, Kai tears his gaze from him as he gives you a small nod, âof course. So whatâd you want to tell me?âÂ
Oh right. âWell I⊠Itâs a bit weird, promise you wonât be freaked out.â You begin as you bite your lip, feeling an evident blush rise on your cheeks. Kai nods as he takes your hand, the small action somehow making the whole thing even worse but you couldnât find it in you to push him off. From the corner of your eye, you can make out Yeonjunâs figure as he watches the two of you, his mere presence made the hairs on the back of your neck stand.Â
âMy classmates theyâŠthey sort of think weâreâŠwell they think weâre dating..â You quietly mumble, the last part becoming nothing more but a faint whisper. You can easily read his surprise as Kaiâs eyes widen, his gaze flitting down to his hand on top of yours as he swallows. âOh.â Is all he says. â âI hope it doesnât make things weird between usâ, you quickly add, your voice near pleading as you search his gaze.Â
Biting the inside of his cheek, Kai slowly nods as he keeps his eyes on your hands. âNo I suppose it doesnât⊠I mean, itâs not like itâs true..â He says, offering you a small smile as his gaze returns to your face. You nod, ây-yeah, exactly..â â Daring to steal a glance in the direction of Yeonjun, you barely manage to catch his retreating figure as he exits the library, oak doors slamming shut behind him.Â
Kai follows your gaze, his hand on top of yours moving back to rest on his lap as his eyes flicker between the spot where Yeonjun just vanished and your almost longing expression. He sighs.Â
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Itâs nearing 6pm when you finally part ways outside the library. And after waving Kai off, you turn to walk up the flight of stairs leading to your locker. The hallways are vacant, your low heel shoes clacking against its floors as you readjust your heavy bag on your shoulder. â Your footsteps come to an abrupt halt about halfway down the long corridor, your eyes spotting a tall figure, leaning against the red lockers by the end of the hall. You swallow, easily recognizing his lean frame. Itâs too late to turn back, you know that heâs heard you already.Â
âHave you been waiting here all along?â You wonder, stopping a few paces from him, maintaining a good distance as you shift your weight over to one leg. Yeonjunâs head, previously leaning against the red steel behind him, lazily turns in your direction as he studies you with a tired expression. âNo.â â You knew it was a lie.Â
âThen why are you here?â For once, itâs your gaze boring into his, and not the other way around. Yeonjun remains silent, his hands digging deep into the pockets of his pants, his eyes roaming your body just like they had so many times before. He doesnât say anything. You wait for him to speak, you wait for two whole minutes. Nothing.Â
With a small huff, you give up as you approach your locker. Now only inches from him, you type your code in as the red door clicks open. Pulling your books from your bag, he watches you as you place them neatly inside the small space. You bite your tongue, refraining from saying the many things on your mind. It would only complicate the situation further. â Itâs not until you close the locker again, turning around as you get ready to leave, that he finally breaks the silence.Â
âIs it true?âÂ
You freeze, slowly turning back to face him with a small frown. Still leaning against the lockers, he tilts his head to the side, his expression holds no amusement, not even anger, justâŠemptiness. You had never seen him like that before. â âWhat?â The surprise is evident in your voice, and you watch as he pushes himself off the lockers, moving to face you completely. âYou and him, is it true?â He repeats his question and your breath gets stuck in your throat at the mention of Kai.Â
You didnât want him to become the next affection of Yeonjunâs harsh bullying. More than anything, you wanted to maintain the only friendship you had, you could not have your past mistakes getting in the way of it. â âDoes it matter?â Your stance remains guarded as you fold your arms across your chest. He cocks an eyebrow in your direction, his lip twitching, âof course not.âÂ
Confused, you frown, you had forgotten how near impossible he was to read. âWell then there you have your answer.â You firmly state. He shakes his head, and you couldâve sworn you caught the small grin on his face before it vanished again. âSo then it is true..â â âYes.â The small word of confirmation slips from your lips without you even realizing it. But it was too late to take it back now. Yeonjun frowns, he seems almost surprised at your immediate response.  Â
âItâs true that we hang out everyday. Itâs true that he makes me smile, and laugh. Itâs true that he cares for me and I for him. All of it is true, is that what you wanted to hear?â Youâre almost out of breath by the end of your small rant. â Yeonjunâs jaw clenches, hands curling into fists inside his pockets as he draws in a sharp breath through his nose.Â
âSo does it really matter if itâs true or not when he treats me in a way that makes me feel loved and appreciated?â Youâre unable to hinder yourself from letting out all the emotions that you had kept pent up during the past weeks. And by the end, your voice sounds as if itâs about to break at any moment. â But he doesnât say anything. His expression remained as indifferent as possible, watching the way your chest heaved as you caught your breath again.Â
His silence felt heavier than a thousand words. Part of you wants to swallow your statement again, another part is relieved to finally have gotten it out. You quickly realized that you probably wouldnât get another response from him, and thus you made your second move to leave. Except this time, he acts faster.Â
Fingers wrapping around your wrist, Yeonjun prevents you from taking another step away from him. His grip is tight, but not enough to hurt, you can feel the slight tremble to his hand and your gaze dart between his hold on you to his now determined expression.Â
âI could too.âÂ
His voice is low, yet the sentence echoes off the empty hallway walls. Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, blood rushing beneath your skin as your wide eyes meet his. â âI could make you feel like that too.â His voice is clearer now, steadier, and he takes a step forward. You find yourself shaking your head, making him frown. âWhy, donât you believe me?âÂ
The question made you scoff. âOf course I donât.â You exclaim as you withdraw your arm from his grip, he lets you, briefly glancing down to his now empty hand before letting it fall to his side. âYouâve said it yourself. Iâm nothing besides a quick fuck, right?â â He bites the inside of his cheek, your words undoubtedly true.Â
Maybe three weeks ago, his small statement wouldâve been able to sway you, to make your heart beat a little faster. Now it only felt like he was rubbing salt onto your barely healed wounds. Just as you had gotten over him, just as you had finally made a real friend, he had to go and ruin it all again by saying exactly what you both dreaded and longed to hear from him. And you hated him for it. You hated Choi Yeonjun.Â
Tears stung in your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks. You couldnât let him see you cry. â He grabs onto you a second time as you turn to leave, pulling you flush against his chest with such haste that you barely have time to register whatâs happening before his lips are on yours. âDonât goâ, he breathes into your mouth, kissing you with such urgency that you thought he might just be on the verge of dying.Â
Your hands are on his chest within seconds as you pry him off. âStop. Just stop.â Your pleading voice cuts like knives through the air and he pulls back with a stunned expression. Shaking your head, you tear yourself from him as you take a step back. âI donât know whatâs gotten into you. But it better stop.â He opens his mouth to say something but you beat him to it. âDonât let me get my hopes up only to crush them again.âÂ
Refusing to hear him out any longer, you quickly turn on your heel as you hurriedly walk down the hallway, leaving him behind as he runs a hand through his dark hair.Â
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The next day, Yeonjun doesnât show up to school. Youâre just as confused as everyone else, your eyes darting toward the door every other second, thinking that it might be him, but it never is. â âIs he sick?â Someone asks but Beomgyu only shakes his head, leaning back in his chair with a small huff, âbeats me.â Ah, so he didnât know either. Gnawing on your bottom lip, youâre suddenly filled with worry, was it because of what happened yesterday? Was he actually hurt by it? No, surely not, it was Choi Yeonjun after all.Â
Itâs not until the doors bursts open once more, revealing a disheveled Mimi, that realization slowly starts to set in. Her usually put together face is in ruins as makeup has been smeared across her cheeks. Heads turn in her direction as one of her friends guides her over to her desk. â âWhat happened?â A guy asks only to be hushed by her friend, quietly mouthing out the words: âhe broke up with her.âÂ
Everyone seems to fall silent after that, allowing Mimiâs quiet sobs to fill the room as you wait for class to start. â He broke up with her⊠You blink, glancing down to the empty page in your notebook as you swallow. Did that also have anything to do with what happened yesterday? Once again youâre left feeling guilty, Yeonjun always seemed to make you feel that way.Â
When your professor finally arrives, the lecture moves slowly, agonizingly so. And for once, you didnât find any joy in your studies. Sure it might also have something to do with the persistent feeling of being watched. â Turning your head ever so slightly to the right, you find Soobinâs eyes locked on your unnerved frame. Not even when he knows that youâve caught him does he turn away.
He continues to watch you throughout the day. Wherever you went, he seemed to be there too. Eyes boring into you at all times, an indifferent expression on his face. He knew something, that much you were sure of.Â
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Finally, as your last lesson comes to an end, you manage to slip past Soobinâs prying gaze as you hurried down the stairs to meet Kai. The two of you had begun accompanying each other on the way home as you both took the bus from the same station. â You find him waiting by the entrance, a large smile plastered across his face and as soon as your eyes fell on him, all worries were washed away.Â
âHow was class?â He asks as you walk down the courtyard. You shrug, swinging your bag in front of you cheerily, ânothing out of the ordinary.â â âNo mean comments, no nothing?â He wonders and you bite the inside of your cheek, ânoâŠactually not.â After the news of Mimiâs breakup, everyone had fallen into this sort of trance where no one seemed to want to bring attention to themselves. Thus you had been left alone all day, which felt both nice and incredibly weird.Â
Kai hums, the two of you were walking so close that your arms brushed together, but you didnât mind. Once you reach the large gates leading out onto the streets however, you freeze. Stopping a pace in front of you, Kai turns to you with a small frown, âsomething wrong?â â You shake your head, ânoâŠI just.. think I left a book behind, you go ahead.âÂ
He opens his mouth, as if to object but you quickly interrupt him, âitâs fine! I wouldnât want you to miss your busâ, you reassure him as you offer a small smile. âThen what about you?â He wonders but you just wave it off in a disregarding manner, âIâll take the next one, donât worry about me.â He doesnât seem entirely convinced but the small hug you give him makes him nod. âAlright, text me when you get homeâ, he says and you quickly agree as you send him off.Â
You watch him disappear down the pavement with a small sigh. Not until heâs completely out of sight do you turn to cross the street. You walk with long and determined strides, not stopping until you reach the large tree by the sidewalk. â Yeonjun isnât wearing his usual school uniform, instead heâs dressed in a dark pair of jeans, a black jacket wrapped around his torso to prevent the chilly December air from getting to him. He leans against the naked tree trunk, his gaze flickering from the concrete beneath him and over to you as you approach.Â
Feet planting in front of his, you cross your arms as you peer up at him with an expectant look on your face. He doesnât say anything, tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek. Unable to bear the silence, you break it. âYou didnât come to school today.â You donât know why you stated the obvious, perhaps you wanted him to explain himself, but he doesnât, only nodding silently.Â
Frustrated, you run a hand through your hair. He wanted to talk to you, right? Thatâs why he was waiting across the street from your college, openly risking being spotted by your classmates. So why wasnât he saying anything? â Huffing out a short breath, you part your lips to say something, but heâs quicker than you.Â
âI broke up with herâ, he calmly states. His posture remains relaxed as he speaks but his eyes search yours with something akin to desperation. â âI know.â You mumble, biting the inside of your lip before continuing, âshe was crying all day, did you know that?â He scoffs, âso?â His nonchalant approach made you frown, âso? Donât you care?â Your question is met by the mere shake of his head as he shrugs, âno, do you?âÂ
âI do.âÂ
He hadnât expected your answer, you could tell by the way his face dropped, if only for a moment. âWhy? Itâs not exactly like sheâs a good person.â He jeers, shoving his hands deeper into the denim pockets of his jeans. âAnd you are?â Even though your voice remains steady, thereâs a linger of hurt between your quiet words. â He goes silent in front of you as his gaze flits between yours and the entrance behind him.Â
âWhy are you even here, Yeonjun?â Your tone is near accusing and he looks almost guilty as his attention shifts back to you. He swallows, rubbing a hand along his neck, as if stalling for time. You bite your tongue, waiting patiently for him to speak. â âWhy do you like him?â, he finally asks. It hardly took a genius to guess who he was referring to.Â
You sigh, observing the way the naked branches of the tree moved against the mild breeze. âI told you, didnât I?â You drawl, readjusting the bag swung over your shoulder. The corner of his mouth twitches as Yeonjun shakes his head, âthatâs not what I wanted to hear.â â âAnd you think youâre in a position to make demands like that?â You snort, watching as he pushes himself off the tree before taking a step in your direction.Â
Leaning back to glance up at him, you try your best to hold your ground as he tilts his head to the side, cocking a questioning eyebrow at you. âThen tell me what I need to do.â â Your mouth falls open as you gawk at him, what was he implying? Taking a step back only ends up with him taking yet another forward, his hands coming up from his pockets to rest on your shoulders.Â
âTell me how to be like him.âÂ
Slowly you realize just what he was asking of you. Immediately shaking your head, you take yet another step back. âIt doesnât work like that.â You quietly murmur, averting your gaze to avoid looking him in the eyes. He frowns, a confused frown, âsure it doesâ, he says, sounding almost hopeful as he grips your shoulders tighter. âJust tell me what I need to do and Iâll do it.âÂ
Did he honestly think that everything could be undone just like that? The pain, the tears, the bullying, that he could take it all back just because he wanted to? Just because he had a change of heart? The thought was almost as ridiculous as his proposal. â This was Choi Yeonjun, he wasnât about to change his ways just because of you, you should know that. Whatever this was, this moment of confusion, it wouldnât last, and you had to pull out before you got hurt, again.Â
âI donât know what you want from meâŠâ You bite back the harsh insults waiting on your tongue, shaking your head once more. âI donât know what it is, and I donât care. Please just stop confusing meâ, you almost beg as you try to pry his hands off of you. â Yeonjun looks perplexed as he lets you push him off. âConfusing you? I donâtââÂ
âDo you think Iâm stupid?â You retort, your voice growing in intensity as you failed to hold back the anger and resentment you held for him. âI let you screw me over, I let you use me, humiliate me, I put up with all of it, becauseâŠâ You exhale, taking a step forward as you point an accusing finger to his chest. âBecause at one point I thought that I liked you, but I donât. I know exactly what you are and I know that you wonât change.âÂ
He frowns, his fingers wrapping around your wrist on his chest. âYou donât know the first thing about m-â â âI do.â You cut him off, aware of the way his jaw clenches as his grip on your wrist tightens. âI know that you cheat, you lie, you use people as you please, and worst of all, you donât even feel guilty about it.âÂ
You tear yourself from his grasp, stumbling backward as you cradle your sore wrist. âI know far from everything about youâ, you state, watching him bite the inside of his cheek as he fights off the remark he so desperately wished to fire. â âBut I know that I hate you. And thatâs enough reason for me to stay as far away from you as possible.âÂ
âSo please, leave me the fuck alone.âÂ
As soon as you turn around to dart down the street, the tears spill from your eyes as you sob into your open palm. More than anything, you regret ever becoming infatuated with him.Â
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Yeonjun didnât come to school the following day either, nor the day after that. People stopped asking about him, only becoming disregarded by both Beomgyu and Soobin as the two kept to themselves. Yet the tallerâs persistent stares remained as Soobin watched your every move, like a hawk stalking its prey. Even now, as you sat by your usual table, listening to Kai as he rambled on about a random topic, did you feel his gaze on you.Â
âD-Did you hear me?âÂ
Kaiâs hesitant voice snaps you from your trance as your eyes shift to his fidgety frame. Nervously twisting the hem of his uniform, he gives you a sheepish smile. You blink, âIâŠsâsorry what did you say?â You wonder, feeling a bit embarrassed by your lack of engagement as he spoke. But Kai only shakes his head, the tips of his ears turning pink as he clears his throat. âI was wondering if⊠if you would maybe want to study this weekend a-at my place?âÂ
You could tell that it had taken almost all his courage to ask the simple question. But somehow you find yourself comparing it to how easy such demands had fallen from Yeonjunâs lips as he shamelessly took whatever he wanted. Internally you curse yourself for letting your mind so comfortably shift to the subject of Yeonjun when you had tried so hard to forget about him.Â
âSure I would love to!â You smile, heart swelling at the endearing sight before you as Kaiâs face practically explodes in an ocean of red. âR-Really?â He asks and you nod, âof course!â â Youâre about to ask him what time would be suitable when suddenly a large shadow is casted over your table. Squinting up your eyes lock with none other than Choi Soobin as he peers down at you with a vacant expression.Â
âI need to talk to you.â He states in a monotone voice, jutting his chin toward the large entryway of the cafeteria. Your gaze flits between him and Kai as your friend shifts uncomfortably in his seat. âO-Okayâ, you quietly mumble, giving Kai an apologetic look as you get up to trail after Soobinâs tall frame.Â
He walks fast, and you almost have to jog in order to keep up. Pushing past the crowded hallways, Soobin doesnât seem to mind the multiple glances shot his way. The two of you walk for a good five minutes without stopping, and just as youâre about to ask where youâre going, he comes to an abrupt halt, making you almost facepalm against his back.
With the light kick of his foot, the door to a vacant classroom swings open and he steps inside, seemingly waiting for you to do the same. â Once the door is shut behind you, he turns to lean against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. Nervously, you tug at the collar of your blazer as you glance around the dark room.Â
You donât think you had been alone with Soobin, ever. Nor did you think that you had ever heard him utter more than two words out loud. And he had never directed a single one to you. So to say that your current situation was surprising, would be a grave understatement. â You think a whole minute must have passed when he finally speaks. But the words coming out of his mouth made you wish for everything to be silent again.Â
âWhatâs your deal with Yeonjun?âÂ
His voice is low, barely above a murmur, and deep too. Not at all like his snarky friends whose laughs would echo off the hallways. You swallow, hard, the sound is audible in the otherwise quiet room. Unlike Beomgyu, Soobin never once picked on you, nor did he join in when the others were laughing, at best or worst, he would give a small grin. â If it were Beomgyu you would at least expect him to be mad in a situation like this, but Soobin remains eerily calm as he watches you from a distance, just like he had these past three days.Â
âI donât think thatâs any of your businessâ, you stand your ground, despite the fact that it felt as if the floor was literally shaking beneath you. He chuckles, itâs breathy, almost inaudible. âYou donât need to act so prideful, heâs told me everything about you.â â It feels as if all air has been knocked out of your lungs. So he did know something.Â
âEverything?â You exhale, your breath near trembling. He gives a curt nod, âeverything, except for why he isnât here todayâ, he mutters, seemingly displeased with the fact. â A small frown etches its way to your face, lips parting in confusion. âI know youâve got something to do with it.â He states, tilting his head back as he gazes up toward the ceiling. âBut he wonât tell me what.âÂ
Biting the inside of your cheek, you glance down to the floor, the uneven wood planks suddenly seeming very intriguing. âI couldnât possibly know why heââ â âDonât bullshit me.â He snaps, his eyes flickering back to you within milliseconds. Your breath gets caught in your throat as you flinch, taking a small step back before your thighs hit the table behind you. Soobin ignores your skittish reactions as he continues. âI donât know what heâs getting at, going for someone like you.â He says it with such distaste that it makes your skin crawl.Â
Before you know it, he takes a step forward, then another one, and another one, until heâs got you caged against the desk. He doesn't say anything, one of his hands reaching into his pocket as he rummages through it. Pulling up a folded piece of paper, he shoves it into your open palm. âHe asked me to give you this.â â He brushes his hand against his jeans as he takes a step back.Â
âFix whatever you caused.â Is all he says before turning on his heel to leave again. Upon yanking the door open, heâs met with Kaiâs alarmed frame as he jumps to the side. Sparing him a mere side glance, Soobin shoves past him as he takes off down the hallway. â You shove the small paper in the pocket of your blazer as you walk over to your friend with a sheepish smile. âHey how long have you been standing-â
âYou and Yeonjun?â He asks, almost baffled as he eyes you, full of distrust. The smile immediately vanishes from your face and your throat suddenly goes dry. âW-What?â You ask, still not registering his question fully, hoping that maybe you had heard him wrong. Kai shakes his head, his jaw momentarily clenching. âJust how much exactly did you hear?â You quietly whisper.Â
He gives you a small shrug, âenough.â â He sighs, looking almost defeated as he runs a hand through his blond hair. âI thought youâŠI mean the two of you, I never thoughtâŠâ Frowning, he gives up with a small huff and you bite your lip, reaching out a hesitant hand to place on his shoulder, but he only jerks away from your touch.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â He sounds hurt, you can tell he is. The guilt was slowly seeping back into your veins, Yeonjun always made you feel guilty, but this timeâŠthis time it was your own doing. âIâm sorry.â The apology is genuine, you hope he can tell. Because you really are sorry, sorry for not being honest with your only friend.Â
Kai looks at you, his eyes hold so much pain that you wondered just how deep your lie had stung. âDo you like him?â He asks, his voice sounds strained, as if he was holding back tears. The question catches you off guard and you blink. Did you like him? No, of course not. You hated him. You hated Choi Yeonjun.Â
âNo, nevermind, donât answer.â He shakes his head, âI donât care.â â You fumble for words, wanting to say anything that would comfort him. It felt almost impossible. âI- Iâm sorry I shouldâve told you Iââ â âYeah you shouldâve.â He bites back, his unusually harsh tone making you wince. âYou shouldâve told me a long time ago. Before I..â He cuts himself off, biting his cheek as his gaze drops to the floor.Â
âBefore what?â You quietly wonder, noting the way his shoulders slumped as he exhaled a shaky breath. âBefore I liked you.â His voice is merely above a whisper, his attention strained to the floor as he refused to look you in the eyes. Your mouth falls open, it wasnât like you were completely unaware. Kaiâs lingering touches and stares didnât go unnoticed but you had never imagined that his feelings ran this deep.Â
âYou like me?âÂ
He scoffs, dragging his feet leisurely in front of him. âI thought that was obvious.â He pauses, his gaze briefly meeting yours before fleeting down again, but it was just enough for you to catch the shiny layer of tears coating his lashes. You swallow, it felt almost as if you were about to throw up, the guilt slowly eating away at you.Â
All you could do was stare at him with a stunned expression, not knowing what you could possibly say to mend the situation. Kai draws in a sharp breath before he wipes his face with the back of his hand. âItâs alrightâ, he mumbles, âitâs not your fault.â â Your heart might as well just have been ripped out and stepped on at this point. Why was he being so kind to you, when you so obviously didnât deserve it.Â
âWeâre friends stillâŠarenât we?â He wonders, looking up from the floor with bloodshot eyes. âT-This doesnât change anything, right?â â You wanted to tell him that this changed everything, that things might never be the same again. But you couldnât, you couldnât hurt him like that. So you shake your head, wrapping your arms around him as you hug him tight. âOf course not, Kai.âÂ
You wondered if things had turned out differently between the two of you, had you never gotten involved with Yeonjun.Â
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Itâs early, earlier than youâd like to admit as you leave your apartment that Sunday morning. The sun has yet to rise and the city is still asleep, but you haven't been able to shut your eyes and relax for the past three days. No, you had waited, dreaded, for this day to come. â The bus is almost empty, save for another young woman, but she looks far more comfortable than you as she rests her head against the window.Â
The air is cold as you step off, and you hug your coat tighter around your body. You walk for about ten minutes before a large building comes into view. Pulling the small note from your pocket, you glance between the address scribbled down and the number on the building in front of you, they perfectly align. â The note, the one Soobin had so hastily shoved in your hand three days ago, the note you had reread at least a hundred times throughout the weekend. An address, a day, but not a time. â Perhaps you were a bit early, but as you trudged up the stairs, you no longer cared. You had waited for three whole days, youâd had enough.Â
You take the stairs instead of the elevator. To get some exercise in, you tell yourself. But there was no mistaking the fact that you wanted to prolong the moment for as long as possible, despite your urgency to get here. â Finally, you reach the fifth floor, out of breath, you lean against the wall as you take a moment to gather yourself.Â
The first time you read the note you had considered not showing up at all. It was a cowardly move to send his friend in his place. But at the same time, your mind longed for answers, answers that you would hopefully get today. â You bring the paper to your face, rereading it one final time. The address, the day, and the small sentence, at the very bottom.Â
âLetâs talk, please.âÂ
Fine, if he wanted to talk, then you would talk. Your fingers curl into a fist, lightly tapping the dark wood. Had it been anyone else, you wouldâve been mindful of the still early hour. But right now your mind was set on one thing alone. â Your heart beats obnoxiously loud in your chest, the wait seemingly eternal.Â
Then the door creaks open. And as soon as your eyes fall on him, you can tell that heâs had trouble sleeping too. The bags under his eyes were a most unusual look, his hair too, laid messily sprawled on top of his head. Heâs still dressed, almost as if he hadnât gone to bed at all. â âHiâ, his voice is low, raspy, like he hadnât spoken in days. You give him a small nod of acknowledgement and he steps aside as he lets you in.Â
Yeonjunâs apartment is clean, minimalistically furnished. It wasnât like you had ever tried to imagine what his home would look like, but this somehow felt just like him. Your gaze trails across the few paintings on the walls, you can tell that he hadnât picked them himself, most likely they came with the flat. The white couch, situated by the large windows, catches your eye.Â
Upon walking over and taking a seat, you find that Yeonjun does the same, maintaining a respectable distance as he glances down towards his hands. For a moment, everything is quiet. Part of you wished to stay like this forever. But that was of course impossible. â He clears his throat, shifting awkwardly on the sofa. âDo you want something to drink?â You bite your lip before nodding, âwaterâs fine.âÂ
He gets up, walking over to the joint kitchen as he turns on the faucet. You can hear him grabbing glasses, filling them to the brim before returning to place one in front of you on the marbled coffee table. Quietly thanking him, you take the glass, bringing it to your lips as you take a sip. You wait for him to speak first, he was after all, the one who had reached out.Â
Yeonjun looked very different like this. In the comforts of his own home he resembled little of the person you had grown accustomed to in school. You wondered if he often brought people over, judging by how awkward he was acting, you supposed not. â He draws in a sharp breath, his gaze remaining downcast as he speaks.Â
âYou got my note..â He mumbles as you set your glass down. âI didâ, you state, leaning back against the soft cushion as you turn your head in his direction. âWhy didnât you give it to me yourself?â You frown, feeling rather hurt by his choice of using his friend, his friend who definitely didnât seem to like you. Yeonjun is silent, heâs silent for a good while, fingers intertwined with one another as he bites the inside of his cheek.Â
âI was scared.â He quietly admits and your eyes widen at the confession. âY-You were?â You canât shield the surprise in your voice, Choi Yeonjun, scared? He scoffs, and for a moment, his usual self emerges as his face turns into a small scowl, but the way his eyes flicker as he speaks gives him away. âOf course I fucking was, I still am.âÂ
âWhy?âÂ
He doesnât answer straight away, as if considering his next words with great care. Running a hand through his disheveled hair, he lets out a small almost inaudible exhale. âBecause Iâm scared that Iâve fucked things up so bad this time⊠That thereâs no going back.â â You uncomfortably shift on the couch as you distract yourself by taking another sip of your water. Yeonjunâs body is taut as his jaw clenches, refusing to even glance in your direction he keeps his gaze steadily fixed on the window in front of him as the darkness outside slowly shifts into a deep blue. Â
âI wantâŠâ He slowly begins, his sentence falling short as he takes another couple of breaths. âI want to apologize.â You blink, your eyes shifting from the water in your glass and over to him, you donât think you had ever heard him speak with such sincerity. â And for the first time since your arrival, he looks at you. He swallows, adam's apple bobbing as he does.Â
âIâm sorry.âÂ
When you donât say anything he hastily continues. âI know that it doesnât fix shit, but IâŠI still need to say it. And if I could I would go back and undo all the pain I caused you, I really would. I donât expect you to forgive me, quite frankly I donât even expect you to ever talk to me again, I suppose thatâs fair. But if I donât tell you how sorry I am now, Iâm afraid that I never will.â He takes a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before letting it go again, his shoulders slumping, almost like a deflating balloon.Â
âSo, Iâm sorryâŠfor everything.âÂ
He holds his tongue after that, gaze dropping down to his fingers once more. You donât know how to feel, much less what to say. It was all so surreal. Hearing those words come out of his mouth felt almost like a fever dream and you wondered if you had perhaps managed to fall asleep after all and that this was just a fragment of your imagination, the universe pulling a sick prank on you.Â
But then you turn to look at him. Heâs nothing like the Yeonjun who had hurt you for so many weeks. Right now he looks small as he sits on the couch, biting the inside of his lip as he nervously rolls his thumbs together. In the end you realize that no matter how you feel, thereâs only one thing you can say to him.Â
âI forgive you.âÂ
He freezes, teeth letting go of his lip as he slowly lifts his head to peer over at you. An almost puzzled look paints his otherwise tired face, âyou do?â He sounds almost disbelieving as he studies you with a wary expression. â You slowly nod, watching as his eyes widen with recognition, he swallows. Then everything becomes silent once more. This time itâs a different kind of silence, itâs not comfortable but the air somehow feels lighter, if only a little.Â
You find yourself staring out the large windows. The sky had turned a deep orange now, shades of pink seeping through the cracks formed by the clouds. The darkness slowly makes way for the light as a new day rises before you. â You want to say something, now feels like a good moment to get things off your chest. But you canât seem to find the words, your throat feels thick and it becomes hard to swallow. Â
âPlease like me instead.âÂ
At first you thought that you had imagined it. The faint whisper of his lips. But when he shuffles next to you on the couch, turning to face you fully, thereâs no doubt about it. You tear your gaze from the warm sky as you glance over at him. In the morning light, Yeonjun looked like he was glowing. Despite the dark circles under his eyes, his dry lips, or even his unkempt hair; he looked truly beautiful.Â
âWhat?âÂ
Your voice is soft, a low murmur, unsure and hesitant. He scoots closer, your knees touching as he places his hands on the cushion either side of him. âLike me instead. Instead of him.â Instead of Kai. He searches your gaze desperately as he bites his lip, leaning closer. â You donât say anything, if you do, his statement would become real. Youâre scared, you think.Â
But he doesnât give up. âI know that you hate me, but please, I canât stand it when-â Â
âI donât hate you, Yeonjun.âÂ
His mouth shuts, and he blinks at you, confused, brows knitting together. âWhat?â â âBut you said..â You shake your head, turning away as you feel tears prick in the corner of your eyes. You hated how easily he made you cry, even when he didnât intend to. âI lied.â You confess, shame and guilt overflowing your senses. âWhy?â
âBecause I was scared.âÂ
As the words left your lips, you think that the two of you might not be so different after all. Maybe, just maybe. â Yeonjun doesnât say anything, his attention dropping to your knees, barely grazing one another. His hand on the sofa twitches, as if he held himself back from reaching out, from touching you.Â
âI was scared of liking you.â Your quiet whisper felt like a weight being lifted off your shoulders. A small murmur was all it had taken, so why had it seemed so hard? â His gaze shifts back to your face, his eyes wide as his lips part in surprise. âYou were right all alongâ, you give him a half hearted smile, watching as his frown deepened. âIâve always liked youâ, you swallow, âeven when I didn't want to.â  Â
A pang of guilt takes over his expression for a moment as he internally cringes at your words, more so his own actions. âI thought it would go away if I told myself that I hated you.â You shake your head, glossy eyes dropping to your hands, the first tears threatening to escape at any moment. âIt never did.â Your vision slowly becomes blurred as you blink away the salty droplets that fell down your cheeks.Â
You can barely see it, but you can feel it, the warm caress of his hand on your cheek. It feels nice, comforting, you donât push him off, you donât want to. He wipes your tears, the very same that he had caused. The faint whisper of yet another apology lingering on his lips. â Then he hesitates, you never saw Yeonjun hesitating, he always took what he wanted, did as he pleased. But you can tell that heâs uncertain of his next move. His eyes flickering between your teary eyes and parted lips.Â
In the end he decides to be brave. Slowly initiating what had been on both of your minds for weeks now. But when his lips meet yours, it feels different, this kiss is nothing like your previous ones. It holds no guilt, no shame, no secrets, it doesnât feel forced nor desperate. It feels like an apology, remorseful of the past, and like a promise, a vow to the future. You can tell that he expects you to pull back, to tell him off, just like you had days prior.Â
Instead you cling to him, part of you thinks that this might be just what you need, another part says itâs stupid and reckless. But in the end, you want to be brave too. Even if that meant being stupid and reckless. â The stupid and reckless part of you lets him push you back against the soft cushion, lets him kiss you deeper, lets his hands trail across your body.Â
âIâm sorry.â He chants it like a prayer, littering your body in the light caress of his lips. You know he means it, every kiss, every touch, every apology. â His hair feels soft between your fingers, you twist the strands lightly, feeling him sigh against your skin. Yeonjun was usually one to talk in moments like these, but today there are no sarcastic remarks on his tongue. Heâs quiet, attentively listening to the hitch of your breath, the small moan passing your lips, he doesnât want to miss a single thing.Â
He tugs your tights off, his hands immediately soothing the goosebumps erupting on your naked skin. You think he looks pretty like this, basked in the first rays of sunshine, half lidded eyes rapidly moving as he trails them across every inch of your body. â His lips return to yours, fingers sliding between your legs just like they had so many times before, but this time itâs different, everything is.Â
He touches you slowly, he pays attention, he wants to know exactly how he makes you feel. Treating you as if you were made out of glass, worshiping you as if you were made out of gold. You become hyper aware of the way his body moves against yours, the soft pattern of his fingers sending sparks through your stomach.Â
You had been intimate with Yeonjun more times than you could remember. Yet as he lines himself up alongside you, it suddenly feels like the first. It feels new, nervous, perhaps even a little scary. But that was okay, you knew that he was scared too. â He goes slow, savoring the moment as his face rests in the crook of your neck. âIâm sorry.â He canât stop saying it, itâs never enough, it never makes up for the damage heâs created, he knows it. But you forgive him, you would continue to forgive him for eternity if he apologized for as long.Â
He groans against you, his voice is near trembling. Your hands are on his back, feeling the smooth surface of his skin, then theyâre tangled in his hair, pulling him to look at you. For the first time it feels as if youâre seeing him clearly. Behind the lying, the cheating, the bullying, it was just him. Just Yeonjun.Â
As soon as the first tear rolls down his cheek, you kiss him. Tasting the saltiness on your lips, he sobs into your mouth. His chest heaves against yours, his once slow and deliberate thrusts becoming jagged and uneven as he fights to stay composed. You want to say something, but you donât know what. Instead you pull him closer, so close that you canât feel anything but his body against yours.Â
You stay like that, melted against one another. Hours pass, neither of you seem to mind. His breath is warm against your chest, your fingers are soft in his hair. The silence is light, comforting, reassuring. Your mind is filled with him, heâs all you can think about, all you want to think about. You know he feels the same, itâs comforting to know. Itâs also scary, youâre not sure if youâre ready. But even then, youâll at least be scared together, just the two of you.Â
Itâs nice to not be alone.Â
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Monday morning also feels different. Maybe because youâre walking down the hallway side by side, you and Yeonjun. People stare, he tells you to ignore them, you try, and it works. You glance over at him, he looks happy, his step is light, his arm securely wrapped around your waist. You find yourself smiling, biting the inside of your cheek as you gaze ahead.Â
Itâs not until you reach the all too familiar door, leading into your classroom, that you halt. Confused, Yeonjun stops a pace in front of you. âIs something wrong?â He asks as he studies your nervous posture, your eyes flickering between the now almost empty hallway and the door in front of you. The corridors were one thing, but the classroom held so many memories. Memories that wouldnât just vanish over a day.
He notices your hesitation, a small smile tugging at his lips as he shakes his head. He reaches out, his warm hand enveloping yours as he grips it firmly. You glance between your interlocked fingers, and the small grin splayed across his face. â âIâve got you, nerd.âÂ
The small reassurance makes you smile, and you nod, letting him tug you closer as Yeonjun pushes the classroom door open.
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ONCE AGAIN, MILAN ! - (nsfw)
summary. what happens when you and jungkook find yourselves once again in milan, this time with no business attached â well a hol' lotta sex for sure!
notes. guysss i changed my mind! there will be a fifth chapter because there is something that i want them to do- a refrence to chp. 2 + they need to get lil cheonsa duh?? â¶đ if y'all are currently reading this, i'm probs already on vacation! so it'll take a minute, regardless, i hope everybody enjoys!!
warnings/includes. non idol! ceo! jungkook x f! employee! reader, smut described/implied multiple times!! (morning sex, very slight voyeurism / heavy flirting in a boutique, NASTY dirty talk) , drabble-ish (idk i just want them to be happy), cheonsa mention (we cheered)
the morning had begun in the best way possible. the bright italian sun on your face, the hotel sheets lightly crumpled, well- and jungkook.
jungkook who had woken you up with gentle kisses starting from your face, moving to your shoulder, all the way to your tits. kissed your sore little thighs too, because "they deserved it" after all the things they've gone through - sure.
he made love to you. moaned how beautiful you were along with some other sweet dirty nothings.
it was the kind of sex that made you feel cherished, worshipped even, as if all of his love was burried solely in his tip and he poured all of it into you, when you both came.
after spending what felt like hours wrapped up in each other, you had finally left the bed, your body still tingling from the morningâs activities. the first spot was a cat cafĂ©, jungkook had read about it somewhere, thinking of you.
you both had spent a few hours in there, sipping on your respective lattes, playing with the little cats while their tiny paws brush against your legs. jungkook had his polaroid camera out at all times, clicking away.
showed the photos to you, told you how cute you looked, how the kitten in your lap looked just like you. how you both should get little cheonsa just like that.
closely after, you both took your time strolling through the streets, hands intertwined, ending with him pushing you into a high-end boutique. you smiled at his eagerness, it wasn't the first time he spend that black card of his on you.
jungkook handed you a dress, that reminded more of a whisper of fabric rather then a real garment, leaving little to the imagination. but you instantly nodded, that's what you liked about being with him; you didn't feel shy, there was no reason to. not with every single thing jungkook has said about your body this far.
the fitting rooms were large, they felt like rooms by themselves. jungkook sat outside patentily, tapping his legs. when you walked out you could clearly see him trying his absolute best not to reach out his hands, his pupils widening ever so slightly, taking a deep breath to compose himself, "turn around, angel, for me."
you did as he said when done, walking over to take a seat on his thigh while his fingers immediately moved to stroke your thighs, mumbling how pretty you were.
the way you were sitting, so close to him, he could make out your pretty panties peeking under the dress. black lace, with little bows he had gifted to you when you visited that lingerie place a few days ago, thinking of you in that store didn't make his growing buldge any better.
and you most certaintly made it even worse by whispering into his ear, how much you needed him and how wet you've been ever since this morning.
he bit his lip, your body was so painfully close and your skirt only rode up, gently pinching your thigh almost as a light warning, "remember where we are"
following you made a little pout, but mumbled a reluctant 'fine' anyway, making your way back into the fitting room.
next stop was a restaurant, you hadn't even noticed that it had gotten late by this time but jungkook took care of it, as always. how he managed to get a reservation at this place, you didn't quite know but you certaintly weren't complaining. he had pulled your leg over his some time ago, running his hands over the skin, the action innoccent in a way caring, like he was so sorry that you had to walk this whole day even though he had spoiled you shamelessly.
his fingers drew patterns and tiny circles over the skin, his face glowing from what was left of the sun through the large windows.
"i'm so happy" you smile, your fingers moving through his hair lightly.
jungkook's lips curl into a soft smile, just like yours, leaning into your touch, "i'm happy too, angel" his voice low and affectionate, "everday"
the evening went exeptionelly well, he talked you stupid about some of the other things he wanted to do, didn't mention business even once.
you both walked back to the hotel, you liked the city at night and had asked him to walk instead of taking a taxi. he didn't let go of your hand, swinging.
he walked back to the hotel with you, holding your hand tightly, it had been your wish to stroll back, you liked the city at night. it all reminded you of that night but it was different this time, it felt good not having wine in your system.
for once you felt like you actually could love jungkook, without alcohol, without your job, any other factor in your way. you could fuck him freely without having to blame the alcohol for it, after.
love is lust. that's why he pounds you into the large matress, tells you how bad you've been, how greedy you were.
he asked questions, dirty ones, you were way to brain fucked to understand dare to say even answer.
asks how much you'd like it, him filling you up everywhere, in the bathrooms, around his apartment, in the elevator, during your shifts at work, how he'd make you walk around feeling full, feeling dripping and sticky under your skirt.
describes how he'd call you into his office just so he could take you nicely on his desk. have you walk out later, nod to all your colleagues, like a good girl.
you barerly hear him and the words make you moan out are vile things that people only say when they are about to come. how you wanted to marry him, have him around you all times, how much you wanted him every minute.
you thought about how small you'd want the wedding to be, you, him and little kitten cheonsa. and you moan again, like a porn star.
and he responds, gripping your hips tighter, "i'd marry you tomorrow if you asked me to, hell i'd make a baby with you right this second if you wanted."
he let out a grunted string of 'please's though you weren't even sure what he was begging you for. your brain felt so incredibly mushy.
few seconds later, he filled you up, making a mess of you. he instantly reached out to touch your chin gently to look at you, "you okay, princess?"
you managed to nod but he shock his head, "words, i need to hear you, angel" it was a soft order, one you couldn't look away from.
so you reassure him that you are happy and so content, he seems to like your words, smiling. lifting you up and maneuvering you on top of him, still inside of you. his fingers trace over your bare back soothingly as he lights a cigarette with his other hand, just like that night.
and you smiled to yourself because you knew. you knew that this time when you woke up, you wouldn't have to leave, you would be able to look at his sleeping smile as long as you wanted. it was a comforting thought.
â cheonsa means angel.
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Toji Fushiguro
Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader
Summary: You feel something while sitting on your boyfriend's lap, and you have the perfect idea on how to help him.
Warnings: MDNI, smut, virgin!reader, oral sex (m. receiving), spitting, praising, reader gives her first blowjob, not mentioned but implied age gap
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The fact that you were inexperienced wasnât an issue for Toji, in fact, he likes the fact that you didnât really have many boyfriends. He likes to teach you how to do certain thingsâ But he does hate certain things. He hates the fact that you would tease him without knowing so.Â
Just randomly sitting on his lap, and kissing the most random spots makes Toji think the wildest possible thoughts. And he swears that sometimes you wear skimpy clothes just to tease him. But he knows you can be naĂŻve, or maybe youâre just a little demon that loves to make Tojiâs life impossible. Regardless, Toji doesnât rush you to do anything that you donât want to do.
Toji really does love you, if he didnât, he wouldnât have stuck in a sexless relationship. Sex isnât a necessity but it is nice. Heâd never make a comment about it to you though since he doesnât want to make you uncomfortable or put any unnecessary pressure on you. He wants you to be as comfortable as possible with him. But sometimes that comes at a great cost to him.
You sit on his lap, moving around to make yourself comfortable, and Toji bites down on his lip. You catch a glimpse of him, and he looks⊠Awkward. His elbow is on the end table thatâs next to the couch, his chin resting on his hand while he looks away.
âAre you okay, baby?â You ask him, and Toji hums in response. You shift on his lap and you feel it, making your face grow hot. You take a moment to think of how to react, before wrapping your arms around his neck. âI want to help you.â
âHuh?â Toji raises his brow and asks, a bit taken back by what you just said. You stand up from his lap, grabbing his hand before attempting to pull him up from the couch. He stands up, asking, âWhat do you want to do?â
âI want to help you with your little problem.â You repeat, trying to lead him to his bedroom, and Toji hesitantly follows.Â
âAre you sure⊠I mean⊠This isnât what I had in mind for you.â Toji says, and he almost wants to slap himself for even thinking of turning you down. Heâs suddenly become the most moral man on Earth, which he thought was impossible a couple of years ago.
âIâm sure.â You answer, forcing your boyfriend to sit down on the edge of his bed. You peck his lips and then his cheeks. Your lips go up to his ear, âItâs about time I give you a blowjob.â
âJust a blowjob, right?â Toji asks as you begin to pull down his sweatpants. Itâs no surprise to you when you find him not wearing any underwear. Your eyes widen at the size of him though, and youâre wondering just how heâll fit in your mouth.
âYeah⊠Just a blowjob.â You answer as you get on your knees, your hand wrapping at the base of his cock. Toji watches you as you bite down your lip, unsure of how you want to start off. You've surely watched some videos, just to do this for him but your mind goes blank when you're in the moment.
âSpit on it, baby.â Toji tells you, making you roll your eyes as you bring your lips together. You do as he says, before your hand begins to stroke his cock. Your tongue licks the tip of his cock before it begins to circle around it. Toji really thought he would have to guide you through it, but it seems like you know what to do. At least for now.
Your mouth wraps around his cock, hollowing your cheeks before you begin to bob your head up and down on his cock. You take in as much as you can take, which isnât a lotâ It disappoints you, but Toji is over the moon. At least thatâs what it seems when your eyes look up to find his head thrown back. Toji isnât the type to really make any noise but he wants to know that youâre making him feel so good, âYour mouth feels so fucking goodââ
Your jaw begins to get tired, so you lift your head, your tongue focusing on circling on the tip of his cock again. Toji looks down at you, and he swears heâs died and gone to heaven. Heâs pictured this same exact scene so many different times, and he thought heâd never see the day.
âYour cockâs so big, baby.â You tell him, stroking his length. He grabs your head, and you slightly stand up for a moment to make it easier for him to kiss you. His tongue presses against yours, and when he pulls away, a string of saliva connects your lips, âI want to hear you moan for me, Toji.â
âFuck, youâre so hot.â Toji says, as you settle on your knees again. Your tongue licks from the base of his cock to the tip of his cock. Your mouth wraps around him again, while your hand begins to play with his balls. Your other hand strokes the part of his cock that your mouth isnât wrapped around.Â
âNghâ Fucking love your mouth.â Toji begins to moan your name, doing just as you want him to. He wants to keep you happy so this happens again. Heâs thinking of you in a different position though⊠Itâs too selfish to voice. He doesnât want to rush you in any way but heâs only imagining how nice and tight your pussy feels. âYouâre doing such a good job. Shit.â
Toji gets louder by the second, biting down his lip to suppress his moans, his breathing slowly getting heavier. His hand grips the bed until his cock twitches in your mouth, his salty cum hitting the back of your throat. Most of it drips down your mouth and goes down to your chin.
You lift your head, and Tojiâs thumb runs up your chin, gathering his cum before he swipes it on your bottom lip. He praises you, âYou did such a good job, babyâŠâ
He bends down to kiss your lips, getting some of his own cum on his mouth. Itâs not the first time it happens. He smirks down at you before he tells you, âBut youâre gonna have to learn to swallow.â
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daughter dearest
simon 'ghost' riley
cw: smut/pwp, implied age gap, price's daughter!reader, daddy kink & daddy issues, simon still works under price, doggy style, hair pulling, a tiny bit of choking, manhandling
bunny says: good girls end up in heaven, bad girls end up with simon
he was so handsome in that sleek black car of his. with the tinted windows, you could see that he was in the driver's side as there was a bit of cigarette smoke coming out from the open window.
you were quick to get out of the house that you lived with your father. you had a night bag over your shoulder. in a cute little skirt and an even cuter top. you were the beloved daughter of captain john price.
but tonight, you were simon's good girl.
you and simon started up a "relationship" around the christmas party last year. it was harmless flirting. he was stubborn and you got right under his skin. of course this ended with him tossing you into the back of a jeep on base and fucking you until you couldn't even form your own name.
since then you've been simon's pretty little thing with an age gap to raise an eyebrow out.
the drive to his flat wasn't long, but the entire time under the cover of night, he had his large hand on your thigh. he palmed at the skin and muscle. his fingers dug into them, which made you whimper from his strength.
scary.
but simon would never hurt you. even as he kept a protective hand on your lower back. his lips were on your neck with you pinned against the wall of the elevator. only to pull away when the doors opened to let in more people.
there was little formalities when you both got through the front door of the flat. even as you tried to undo the laces of your shoes, simon was over you with his large hands on your hips and his cock up against your ass.
"you dog." you whined as you managed to get them off.
when you were standing back upright, you felt the strength of your boyfriend's chest against your back. then soon his strong hand was loosely around your throat.
you whimpered.
"whatcha call me, princess?"
you whimpered, 'sorry, daddy." you didn't want to hear about the long stretched of absences your father did when you were going up made you seek out older men to pleasure you. you didn't care to know!
he held your throat for a moment then leaned in to kiss your jaw, "good girl. i'd hate to take you through training again."
your daddy issues to culminate into a bratty attitude, especially around base. simon had to 'train' you, which meant everything from spanking to time outs. it meant having cum covered panties and giving his head in public bathrooms. you'd behave, simon hated brats.
he always felt the need to break 'em.
you were a good girl for him, most of the time. so when he picked you up like you weighed as much as a bag of potatoes and tossed you on the bed in the bedroom.
you bounced on the bed before simon was on you, he pulled at the clothes on your body. you managed to get your phone out of your pocket before he started to almost rip your clothes off your body! you felt your cheeks heat up from the feeling. you were stripped bear and grabbed by the hair.
he gave it a good yank and you felt wetness between your legs. you felt like such a whore, but part of you loved when being strong men used you to their pleasing.
"your daddy isn't going to like when i bring you home and ya got cum runnin' down your leg. when ya walk a lil weird and can't sit down. make sure your old man knows what i've been fuckin' his sweet little princess."
you whimpered as you ended up on your hands and knees with your ass in the air. your core throbbed as he got his cock out his thick black jeans. it was a hefty cock. thick all over with breeding balls.
his cock was shoved without much prep into your slick hole. you jumped but his larger body kept you pinned to the bed. his cock felt like a heavy weight between your legs.
your buried your head in the pillows and arched your back. you entire body felt amazing from the feeling of his thrusts. your cunt ached with want for your boyfriend.
"that's my good girl. see, maybe m captain is right. maybe he does have the most perfect daughter in the world." simon's words were harsh but they made you warm all over.
"daddy please." you moaned as you felt him slap you across the ass. your body felt hot all over as he continued to fuck you. this wasn't sex, this was fucking. he was pushing all of his length, stuffing you full of him.
so you'd know when you gave your old man a hug, that a piece of simon was still in you.
you'd be a riley soon enough.
"please, ah! please!" you whined.
"i got ya, princess." his pace was brutal, it almost brought tears to your eyes. it made your stomach twist and your cunt soaked.
you soon could hear your phone ringing on the nightstand, but simon's cock had made it impossible for you to find the strength to grab it.
"who's that, love?" simon asked in a gruff voice, "is that your old man callin'? better pick up." he held you by the waist and leaned over you to grab it. it was still ringing.
you took it with weak hands and answered it, "hi, daddy." you tried to keep your voice steady but the way your core was throbbing from simon's heavy thrusts.
"where are ya?" your old man asked.
"oh! remember, i told you i was staying with a friend tonight." you tried not to moan or seem like something was off. your father was painfully smart, it was hard to get anything past him.
"right, right. that girl you go to school with? tiffany? rachel?"
your voice was a little tight when you replied, "andrea." you felt simon pull at your hair which almost made you cry out, but you just had to keep it together for a little while longer.
"right, right. well, ya got a ride home to come home?"
you swallowed and bent to simon's will, "yes, daddy. i'll be home around 2!" you squeezed your eyes shut
there was a pause, "are you alright, sweetheart? sound a little sick."
you grit your teeth for a moment, could the old man just stop yapping? you replied, "no, daddy. i think i'm just really tired. we- we went for a hike earlier, just worn out!"
simon gave a silent chuckle as he continued to thrust, worn out was right. he wanted to slap your ass, but you were squirming enough as it was.
"alright, i'll see ya tomorrow. remember to come home early enough so we can have dinner together. love ya."
'love you too, daddy." you voice cracked a little as you felt yourself on the edge of your orgasm. you hung up the phone and you looked over your shoulder, but simon pushed your head back into the pillows to fuck you into the mattress.
"that's a good girl." simon growled, "i know he's your father, but i'm your daddy." he bruised your hips with his feverish pace.
you arched your back and clutched onto the covers tightly. your head was pounding as you felt the pulse of warmth through your body. your mind was a mantra of his name. "fuck, daddy!"
simon chuckled and slammed his hand down on your ass, "that's what i like to see, princess. i love how you feel against me. tight cunt, thick thighs, chubby hips, my fuckin' dream."
you whimpered as you tensed up. you climaxed and as you reached your peak. everything else went dark in your head before you ended up face first in his soft bed. the smell of your lover was polluting your head as he had you bouncing on his cock.
"now that's a good girl." simon purred, "now let's give this cunt what she be needin'." with a few more jolts of his hips, he finished inside of you. his cum spat into the back of your womb with purpose.
he wanted to see it leak out all over your pretty pink panties come morning. but that might take a few more rounds.
"look alive, princess." he said as he tapped your face a little harder than you liked, "not done with ya, yet."
but you had all night.
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the next morning, you came home and greeted your father with a kiss on the cheek and a cheery smile. when you went upstairs, price though he caught the glimpse of a bruise on the back of your thigh, right where your skirt ended.
but he looked away rather quickly and crossed his arms. he said, "glad ya had fun, sweetheart!" he was a supportive father, he loved you! you were his beautiful daughter.
little did he know that under your skirt was two large purple hand prints from his trusted lieutenant. <3
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Can you do aemond x reader x cregan ?? Reader has a thing with aemond b4 the dance, but after aegon is crowned, she goes with jace to the winterfell and ends up with cregan ?? đ€â„ïž
Request: Cregan smut pleaaaaase
A longer fic for Cregan is in the work (Jacaerys twin!Reader), but these take more time to write...so be patient
Warnings: 18+, smut, implied cheating (sort of), oral (f receiving)Â
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Cregan Stark wasn't immune to your charms. It didnât take him long to fall under the spell of the Queenâs daughter, captivated by your breathtaking beauty and fierce determination.Â
Since the day you and Jacaerys landed in Winterfell, you and the northern Lord had many occasions of getting physically closer, but Cregan refused to engage in anything with someone who was already promised to another. He didnât want that kind of trouble.Â
Yet, he found himself drawn to your presence, unable to deny the stirring of emotions you awakened within him whenever you were around. He felt drawn to you in a way he had never experienced before.
But control was more difficult when he had a few cups of wine at supper.Â
Cregan stopped at the junction of the guest wing and his private quarters, the flickering torch lights casting shadows on the stone walls of Winterfell. ââI should not accompany you to your chamber tonight, Princess,ââ he said, his voice thick with restraint as you walked through the corridors.
ââWhy not?ââ you asked, raising an eyebrow as you stepped closer to him. ââYou agreed on a cup of wine.ââ
ââI did. But I'm afraid I will not be able to resist to temptations if I am alone with you,ââ Cregan admitted, his gaze locking onto yours with a mix of desire and hesitation. ââAnd I cannot give in to such desires.ââÂ
You chuckled softly, leaning against the cold stone wall and looking up at him with a mischievous glint in your eye. ââAnd whatâs so wrong with a little temptation?ââ You paused for a moment, your gaze wandering over his tall frame, taking in his rugged features and muscular build. You bit your lower lip gently before continuing. ââIs the Lord of the North not allowed to indulge in pleasure?ââÂ
Cregan's breath hitched as he struggled to keep his composure. ââI am allowed to indulge in pleasure, Princess. But you are already promised to another man,ââ he said, the long silver hair and black eyepatch of Aemond Targaryen flashing through his mind. ââGiving in to my desires would make my people question my honor toward others.ââ
Your feelings for Aemond had once been true and pure, which led to your betrothal. It was also a good way to unite the families. A date had been set for your wedding and ravens had been sent through the realms announcing the big day, but your grandsire died and Aemond became a traitor to the crown. It didnât surprise you that he stood by his brotherâs side. Aemond had always been loyal to his family, it was part of who he was. What surprised you was the raven the Greens sent to Dragonstone to summon you to Kingâs Landing and bend the knee to their new King.Â
Saying goodbye to the person you once loved was difficult, but you could not see yourself at the side of someone who supported the man who stole your motherâs throne.Â
ââAemond Targaryen supports the usurper. Our betrothal is no more. I belong to no man,ââ you declared.Â
Cregan leaned closer to you, his body only a few inches apart from yours. His eyes roamed over your features, lingering on your lips before returning to meet your gaze. ââDoes he know?ââ he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.
You slid your hand up the thick leather of his chest, feeling the warmth of him beneath your touch. ââWho I bed is no longer his concern.ââ
Cregan held his breath as you touched him, holding back from pressing himself to you against the wall and crashing his lips on yours. ââGods, Princess, you drive me mad with your words,ââ he confessed, his voice a low growl.
You pushed your teasing further, feeling his self-control about to snap. ââAre you afraid of taking a princess to bed, Lord Stark?ââÂ
The control he had tried to maintain snapped. Your words and touch awakened something within him, igniting a fire that he could no longer keep at bay. A soft gasp left your lips as Cregan closed the distance between you, pressing you against the wall and kissing you. His strong hands found their way to your hips, gripping you tightly, and in one swift motion, he lifted you off the ground, pressing you firmly against the cold stone wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, both of you lost in the heat of the moment, forgetting you were in a corridor where anyone could walk by.
You moaned into his mouth as you felt his body pressed against yours and tangled one of your hands into his dark hair, your slender fingers running through it as you held onto his broad shoulder with the other. Creganâs grip on your thigh was iron strong and possessive.Â
He wanted you.Â
He pushed his body even closer to yours, his lips leaving your mouth and trailing down your jawline, to your neck, where he began to nibble and kiss the sensitive skin there. You wanted to tear his clothes â and tear your clothes â and see if wolves treated their women better than dragons.
ââI think we should take this to your chambers, Lord Stark. How scandalous would it be if anyone were to their Lord with the Dragon Princess?ââ
The door echoed as it shut behind you. Without losing any time, Cregan pulled you in another kiss as he began to disrobe. You unbuckled your own cloak, letting it fall off your shoulders, and helped Cregan with the buckles of his leather doublet. Why were there so many?Â
Once you were both out of your clothes, he carried you to his bed. Depositing you gently on the soft furs before joining you, pinning you beneath him. The fire in the hearth was keeping your naked body from shivering, and casting a soft glow on your skin. You felt the press of Creganâs cock against your thigh, hard and warm, and reached for it, air catching in your throat at the size.Â
The Northern Lord trailed kisses on your hot skin and moved further down your body until he was lying on his stomach, using his elbows to keep himself upright. He gently parted your legs, his fingers brushing over the inside of your thighs as he took in the beauty of your pretty pussy, his mouth watering for a taste.Â
Cregan placed a kiss on your mound, smirking when he heard you gasp softly. His lips moved lower, and his eyes drinking in your every reaction, the soft sounds of pleasure escaping your lips making him even more determined to drive you wild with pleasure. He was going to show you how men kiss their women in the North.Â
Soon, you were mess on the furs as he tongue licked and teased your pussy. Your legs were folded to expose you more, and Cregan kept a tight grip on your trembling thighs. Your back arched from the bed, accompanied by a loud whine as you reached down to grab his hair and guide his face closer to you.Â
ââKessa! Lua doing bona!ââ (Yes! Keep doing that!)Â
The High Valyrian words had spilled from your tongue without realizing. Although Cregan didnât understand a single word, he assumed he was doing a good job and continued working skillfully with his mouth to bring you to the edge of madness.
He swiped his tongue over your swollen clit, relishing in the sounds he was drawing from you. He loved hearing the moans and gasps that escaped your lips, knowing that he was the one causing them.Â
You rocked your hips into him, practically riding his face, and Cregan moaned, his cock twitching â and leaking â between his stomach and the furs. ââNeedy, are we, Princess?ââ he teased, his voice low as he looked up at you through half-lidded eyes.Â
Pulling on his hair again, you forced his mouth back on you. ââNo more talking.ââ
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day 31 - foursome [r.lupin, s.black, j.potter]
poly!marauders x fem!reader
content warnings; fucking filth, barty slander (sorry), bit cringe on the werewolf mentions (sorry again), very unrealistic smut, public vaginal fingering (r receiving), male oral (remus and sirius receiving), bondage with a belt (r receiving), female oral (r receiving), p in v sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, squirting, anal fingering (sirius receiving), lots of pet names (as usual), implied subspace, one mention of drool/dribble, a bit of sirius x remus focused :))
notes; last fic for my first (and hopefully not last) kinktober. only remus for a while, then the boys join later- not much james in this one iâm afraid. longest fic to date by a landslide eek MDNI
kinktober/flufftober masterlist
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professor binns was rabbiting on about something you really didnât care to listen to, more than happy to just copy remusâ notes later on.
you were sat together at the back of the classroom, trying not to doze off at the monotone voice echoing throughout the room. remusâ hand sat steady on your thigh, where it had been practically glued for the past couple days, the full moon rapidly approaching.
he was always more possessive around this time, wanting no one but the boys to as much as look at you, and even then they were on thin ice. it almost always ended up with you spread eagle beneath him, his thick cock pounding into you, impossibly high stamina causing you to be practically immobile by the time heâs satiated.
clenching your thighs together, you snapped out of your lustful daydreams, looking around to make sure no one noticed, when you spotted barty crouch jr staring at you, insufferable smirk on his face as he looked you up and down, eyes very obviously lingering on your tits.
you shifted, trying to turn away from bartyâs leering when you felt remusâ scarred hand slide further up your thigh, edging awfully close to the hem of your skirt, his fingers tightening against your flesh in a near bruising grip.
looking at up at him, you saw his gaze locked on barty, eyes narrowed and barely containing the possessive growl you knew his wolf wanted to let out.
âremmy?â you inhaled sharply when his fingers slipped underneath your skirt, teasing along the gusset of your cotton underwear in slow, barely there touches, just enough to get slick to pool out of your cunt, desire creeping up your spine, leaving you near breathless with want, despite the perverted audience.
you bit your lip, trying to keep your expression neutral as you whimpered his name again quietly, looking over to find barty still staring, though his jaw had dropped slightly, focus much lower than it had been before.
âcan you keep quiet for me, angel? need to teach junior a lesson,â he said, not bothering to spare you a glance as he pulled your now damp underwear to the side, smirking at the little gasp you let out when the cold air hit your bare cunt.
âmine,â he growled quietly, only loud enough for you to hear, never taking his eyes off barty for a second. you were grateful that remusâ hand covered you, not that he would ever let anyone but the boys see your body.
his fingers slid along your slit, collecting the slippery slick as he pulled your leg atop of his. his digits finally entered your heat, and you grasped desperately at his wrist with both hands, simultaneously wanting him to stop and keep going as he pumped in and out of you, tendons flexing beneath your fingertips.
struggling to maintain your composure, you buried your face into remusâ arm, praying that heâd be merciful and cast a silencing spell. blood pooled into your mouth as your teeth broke through your lip, thin skin splitting painfully as your hips bucked into his touch, high building quicker than usual.
âi want you to look at junior when you cum, if you look away even for a moment, i wonât let you cum. do you understand?â he was finally looking at you when you peeled your face from his arm, all teary eyes and flushed as you nodded, mumbling a quiet âi understandâ when he gave you a look.
you met bartyâs wide eyes, not failing to notice how the front of his trousers has tented up, body tense as he watched your face crumple as you came, head tipping forward slightly at the sporadic pulsing of your cunt.
you collapsed back into remusâ side as you calmed down, eyes fluttering shut so you were unable to see how after remus pulled his cum coated fingers out of your underwear, he licked them clean, skin glistening with slick and saliva.
you nearly jumped when everyone stood up, panicking that theyâd all caught on to the depraved act youâd just committed, only relaxing when remus rubbed your arm, telling you that class was over.
quickly fixing your underwear, he helped you up, your legs trembling from the effort so soon after cumming. you could only stand there helplessly as he packed away your stuff, throwing both your bags over his shoulder as you watched him in a daze.
you could barely think as remus half held you up as you started the walk back to the boyâs dorm, you clinging to his shirt as you tried your best to hurry after him.
you squealed when he shoved the two of you into an alcove, casting a wandless silencing spell before pressing you against the cold, brick wall and kissing you. you moaned into it, his saliva soothing your bloodied lip as he devoured you, tongue sliding against yours.
already feeling needy again, you wiggled against him, willing him to understand what you wanted, melting as his lips trailed over your neck, sucking plum bruises into the flesh, his sharp teeth nipping at the tender skin.
âoh- remmy, please,â
âshh, i know,â he said as he pulled away, undoing his belt, âneed to feel your mouth on me, baby.â
you nodded mindlessly, his fingers pressing down on your shoulders until you dropped to your knees, placing your hands on your thighs obediently as you waited for his further instruction, watching with eager eyes as he pulled out his throbbing cock, tip red with arousal, a small glob of pre dribbling down his slit.
he fisted at your hair, clasping it into a makeshift ponytail before using it to guide you closer, hips jumping in suspense. leaning forward, your tongue swirled around his tip, the salty taste of his pre exploding on your tongue, making you whimper. he groaned low at the vibrations, muttering sweet yet filthy praises as his head tilted back against the stone.
dark eyes bored into yours as you took him down your throat, never looking away from eachother, even as you choked around him and tears ran down your face, cooling your heated cheeks.
âoh fuck- gonna come in that pretty mouth of yours- so close- so- oh,â his hips stilled, cum spilling onto your tongue with a drawn out moan, fingers digging into your scalp.
he nearly came again when he opened his eyes, the sight of you sat so prettily before him, tongue sticking out to show him the way his pearly cum coated the pink muscle, smiling softly with dilated pupils and oh so eager to please him.
âshit- good girl, you can swallow now,â
you nearly beamed at that, swallowing happily as he pulled you up into his arms, pressed your bodies together to kiss you again, the taste of himself on your tongue making his dick twitch as he put it away.
~
you barely made it back to the dorm, having to stop every so often to exchange sloppy kisses and dry hump eachother, just to ease the tension until the need to feel each otherâs bodies was satiated for a moment.
he opened the door for you, finding the room empty, and you realised that james and sirius were most likely going to be late back as theyâd be coming from quidditch practice.
you turned to remus, finding him watching you, back leant against the door.
âstrip and get on the bed,â he said, leaving you no room for arguments as he rolled up his shirt sleeves.
you walked over to his bed, ripping off items of clothing as you move, before crawling up to kneel again, waiting patiently for him.
he spent a few minutes just watching you, observing your every tic, the way you breathed heavily, mouth slightly parted and cheeks rosy, the way your breath hitched when he began to walk over to you, loosening his tie and undoing his belt again, wrapping it around his rough palm.
his free hand cupped your face, thumb gliding over your glossy lips as he smiled at you, pressing the digit into your mouth, humming at the way you suckled at it, lids fluttering in pure bliss.
"what's your safe word, sweetheart?" he pulled his thumb out with a wet pop, smearing your spit back over your lips as you mumbled against him.
"yellow for slow, red for stop,"
"good girl, now lie back for me,"
once you were flat against the bed, he flipped you over, pulling your hands behind your back to tie your wrists together with his belt, tight enough to make it hurt just enough for your mind to go fully spacey.
satisfied with the bonds, he gripped your hips, tugging them up so that you were on display for him, cunt exposed and face pressed into the sheets, facing the closed door.
slick had poured down your thighs, smearing across your skin from all the dry humping and walking. he kneeled down on the bed before gently blowing air onto your puffy cunt, chuckling when you pushed back on the feeling, desperate for any kind of stimulation.
giving you no warning, he shoved his face into the mess between your thighs, eating you out from behind. you cried out, unable but needing to grip at his hair and pull him into you. he lapped at your arousal before drawing your clit into his mouth, sucking harshly at the sensitive nub, holding you down as you writhed and kneading at whatever skin he could reach.
you were a mess of constant whimpers, your high building up quicker than you could cope with. but, just as you were about to fall apart, he pulled away, your orgasm falling just right outside your reach.
âno, no please-, i was good! no-,â
remus watching your cunt clench around nothing, even more slick dribbling out, although now it had turned thicker and opaque, just how he liked it.
âyouâre creaming fâme already, baby? i donât even have to try and your cunts all messy,â
tears streamed down your face and you begged him to make you cum, begged him to make you feel good, making desperate promises to do anything he wanted, anything at all.
âshh, itâs okay, need to feel you cumming round my cock, âkay?â
you nodded, just happy that you were getting what you wanted.
he pulled his cock out again, still damp with your saliva as he rubbed his tip against your puffy cunt before pushing in. you always took him so well, tight walls hugging him like a glove, pulsing to accommodate his length, cunt almost as eager to please as you were.
you mewled as he started fucking you, one of his feet up by your head for leverage, pounding into your sloppy hole. you were so close already, only needing a few thrusts to tip over the edge, your thighs trembling and fingers trying to grasp at anything behind you.
you screamed when he didnât stop, gushing around his cock as youâre immediately sent into another orgasm, his fingers swirling on your oversensitive pearl. you tried to squirm away, mouth open in a silent scream as you panicked at the overstimulation.
he hushed you, groaning at the way you clenched down on him before he pressed his weight onto you, cementing you to the mattress and biting into your shoulder to keep you grounded.
you were both getting close again, eyes rolling back, his fingers slid up your back to the base of your scalp, gripping at your hair, pain and pleasure swirling together as you came again, squirting so forcefully that his cock was forced out of you.
âthis pretty cunt is mine,â he growled, pushing back in just in time to coat your walls in his cum, walls fluttering around him at the noises that came from remusâ mouth.
you sighed, beginning to relax now that you thought you were getting a break, thinking he was going to stop and pull out any second.
you started sobbing when reality hit you, his hips never slowing. you were so overwhelmed and feeling almost too good, his tip hitting your g spot perfectly on every thrust, clouding your head in a fog so thick that you wouldnât be able to get out of it on your own, completely gone under his touch.
âi know, i know, bunny. doing so well, thatâs it, sweet thing,â
youâre a complete mess beneath him, shaking violently as you babbled, unable to form proper words or sentences, nipples brushing harshly against the sheets.
you barely noticed the door opening, both james and sirius entering wide eyed to the display of you being pounded into the mattress, looking at them all glassy-eyed with an empty head.
âare you two just going to stand there like muppets or are you going to join us?â remus quipped, moaning loudly when you squirted again.
snapping out their daze, sirius quickly locked the door behind him before they scrambled over, cocks already chubbing up.
james went over to remus, rubbing at your back as he intently watched the strings of slick joining your skin as the latter thrust his hips into you, the sounds of skin slapping and lewd, wet squelches filling the room.
sirius however, went straight over to your head, kneeling down next to you with concern wrenching his features, carbon black eyes piercing into your teary ones.
âyou okay, lovebug? doing so good for rem,â he said quietly, more than well aware of how remus could get at this time. he stroked your sweat-damp hair out of your flushed face, ignoring the way his cock was throbbing in his trousers at your uncontrolled noises, completely pliant and docile.
unable to speak, remus luckily took mercy and answered for you, âsheâs juusst fine, arenât ya, sweet thing?â
you nodded into the sheets, james testing the waters a he ran his hands strayed from your back, squeezing at whatever flesh remus allowed him to.
sirius planted kisses over your face, murmuring praises to you sweetly. he loved these moments with you, getting to be the one to comfort you whilst you were flying high on pleasure. he kept talking you through it as remus came again, soothing you when you whimpered at remus pulling out to let james have a go, leaving nothing to stop the mixture of his and your cum to dribble out of you, trickling down your sore thighs.
remus undid his belt from around your wrists, rubbing at the reddened skin as he encourage james to take his place, watching as the latter pushed into your heat, whining at the warmth of you.
âeasy now, sheâs tired,â
âshe feels so good,â james grabbed your ass, fingertips digging into the soft skin as he started thrusting into you, starting out slow and controlled before he gave up trying to hold back, fucking you so hard you could barely breathe.
you just about managed to bring your aching arms up, reaching for sirius, he brought his hands to meet yours, thinking thatâs what you wanted, only to lurch over at the way you palmed over his trousers, fingers fiddling with his zip.
âplease?â you whimpered, struggling to keep your eyes open.
âokay, okay fuck- think you can take me in your mouth, darling? yeah? okay,â
sirius bit back a groan at the way you were already salivating at the sight of his cock, drool slipping out the corners of your mouth as your tongue lulled out, looking up at him as you waited for him.
you let out the prettiest little noises around his cock, sending vibrations through him making him shudder as remus came up behind him, guiding him to lean back and let him undress him.
you hummed in satisfaction, watching remus tease at siriusâ nipples and suck at his neck whilst both their eyes were on you, muttering filthy things as james continued to fuck you, all desperate thrusts of hips and sweet moans.
âgood girl, taking siri so well,â
âyeah, sheâs so good- more please- oh,â
siriusâ balls slapped against your wet chin, his hips bucking into your mouth when you increased the suction, tongue swirling at the underside of his cock, gagging slightly at the intrusion.
james pulled your torso up a little, tugging you up so that sirius could fuck your mouth easier, strong arms working to hold you up, âthere you go, feeling good, baby?â
you nodded the best you could with a cock between your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your head with the noises that echoed around the room.
siriusâ cock twitched in your mouth when remusâ hands started wandering, watching the way he cleaned up you spit coated chin with his fingers, before sliding his hand down to siriusâ ass, gently stroking over his rim, causing him to buck into your mouth harshly.
âfuck- rem i canât- cant take both,â
âyes, you can pads, let us make you feel good, hm?â
sirius had no chance to object before remus was pushing a finger inside, prying open his tight hole and pressing against his sweet spot, making sirius toss his head back against remusâ shoulder.
siriusâ hips bucked wildly into you, moaning at the way you spluttered around him, spit drooling onto his hard cock. he didnât last long before cumming straight down your throat, the dual sensations of your mouth on him and remusâ fingers inside too much at once.
whimpering as you continued to suckle on his sensitive head, his legs gave out, the only thing holding him up being remusâ free arm wrapped around his waist. the lycanthropeâs fingers slowed to a stop as he gently pulled the boyâs cock out of your mouth, before guiding him to lay down next to you.
you brought a shaky hand up to siriusâ beside you, clutching at him for dear life as james pushed you head back into the linen sheets, hips speeding up more than you thought possible.
the warmth deep inside your belly was spreading, making your toes curl, unable to do anything but cry and take it, screaming in pleasure.
your thighs were burning from exertion, jaw aching and cunt oversensitive, but you didnât care, you werenât even capable of caring about anything other than cumming at that moment, the feel of jamesâ tip hitting your g-spot rendering you cock drunk.
âyouâre so tight, lovie. need to feel you cum, mâso close- oh,â
remus knelt down beside you, taking siriusâ place as he murmured to you, âbeing so good fâme, darling. just one more and youâre mine again. cum on jamieâs cock for me and iâll spend the next 24 hours worshipping your body.â
you instantly fell apart, nails digging into siriusâ skin as your eyes rolled back, body shaking so hard that james was half worried heâd broken you, before he too came, flooding your insides with his seed, your pulsing cunt milking him for all that heâs worth.
you both collapsed, lying in a pool of your own bodily fluids, a mixture of everyoneâs cum and sweat, spit and tears. you couldnât find it within yourself to care, still mewling even though no one was touching you anymore, aftershocks nearly enough to make you cum again.
using what little strength you had left, you managed to peel open your eyes, finding remusâ gaze still locked on you, lips pulled into a smug smirk as he mouthed to you, âmine.â
he planted a long kiss to your sweaty forehead, before he allowed sirius to pull you into him, your tits pressed against his chest as you buried your face into his neck, dark curls tickling your nose, his arms enveloping you.
you felt remus stroke at your hair, still knelt on the floor, as james joined the cuddle, curling up behind you with a worn out sigh, âwhat triggered that then?â
you whined into sirius at the question, worrying that it would set remus off again, the formerâs large hands rubbing soothingly at your back.
âjunior was leering at her,â he growled, tension filling the air as his fist subconsciously gripped at your hair, making you go rigid, âhe wanted to touch her.â
âwe can deal with it tomorrow,â
âyeah moony, letâs just look after our girl for now,â
remus hummed, seemingly content with that, fist relaxing as he pressed a few apologetic kisses over your head, waiting until you hummed in acknowledgment to speak, voice low with thick desire.
âitâs my turn again, sweet girl,â
despite being so worn out, you couldnât help the way your cunt clenched at that, warm cum oozing out with a sleepy moan.
you were the lamb to his wolf, helpless prey only there to entertain him, to please him; and he would never let you go.
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⧠Logan Howlett x reader x Storm
⧠summary: Storm and Logan are both hopelessly crushing on you. When they realise that they both like you, they get into a silent competition about who can win you over first⊠until they realise there might not be a need to make you choose; or: You have a threesome with Logan and Storm
⧠warnings: smut 18+, threesome, oral, fingering, handjob, unprotected piv sex, creampie, liiittle bit of ass play, use of dildo between reader and Storm, I think those are the main things, reader is sub-ish and Logan and Storm are more dominant, reader gets called baby, good girl, princess, pretty girl, bub, nothing happens between Logan and Storm btw because Iâm a jealous bitch, reader is shy and a bit awkward, this is definitely mostly porn but romantic feelings are implied too, reader is bi, talking about coming out, but reader is in denial about her crush on Storm and also on Logan bc sheâs oblivious and a lil insecure tbh, mention of being drunk, theyâre all mutants but it doesnât rlly come up, Logan is taller than the reader, the part leading up to the smut is a little unserious lol theyâre all just whipped but yeah itâs kind of a different fic from my prev Logan ones idk itâs more just fun for the first part; also alternative title is BOAF but I didnât know how many people would get that lol
⧠word count: oh. umm 11k (the main smut is 4k at the end if you wanna skip to that loll Iâve put a divider (stars) so you know when it starts, you donât necessarily need to know the backstory)
⧠note: Recently watched X-Men 1 for the first time (yeah i know) and these two are literally the definition of bi panic whaaaatttttt + also I called her Storm and not Ororo(?) because Iâve only watched X Men 1 where they just call her Storm so thatâs the only way Iâm familiar with her, so yeah idk if anyone else wants this combination of characters but i def do so <33
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Youâre focussed as you do your daily stretches, completely oblivious to Storm and Logan watching you from the other side of the gym.Â
They stare as you bend down into downward dog and you make a little exhausted noise at the stretch. Logan almost flinches with how good it feels to hear it; with his enhanced senses itâs as if youâre moaning right into his ear.
Stormâs eyes trail up your legs, over your pink gym set that clings to you in all the right places. She watches a pearl of sweat slide down your belly â she wishes she could lick it off your skin. Logan thinks about making you sweat more if he finally gets you in his bed one day.
He clears his throat after you slide down to your knees, arch your spine and let out a little contented sigh at the welcome stretch. A movement to his right catches Loganâs eye. Storm is standing right next to him, hands on her hips, mirroring his own position.
Is she here to stare at you too? Not that thatâs what heâs doing. He was training here himself and was done a few minutes after you got here. Resting his eyes is part of the cooldown â you just so happen to be in his view.
âYou training today?â Logan breaks the silence.
âTrained earlier this morning,â Storm answers, folding her arms, âWhatâre you doing here?â She sounds almost accusatory.
âJust finished my workout. Making sure sheâs fine with the weights.â Their eyes drift to you, still stretching.
âShe said she might use weights later,â Logan adds, averting his eyes.
The only thing Logan doesnât like about his little crush on you â if you can even call it that â (you can definitely call it that) is that it sometimes makes him nervous, even if just a little. Youâre so sweet and so shy and youâre usually oblivious to his flirting. Heâs not used to that.
âAha,â Storm nods with suspicion and slowly walks out of the gym.
Logan sighs a breath of relief and hopes you didnât hear any of that. He stops himself from looking at your cute little gym outfit again and leaves to shower.
-
Later that day, Storm knocks at your bedroom door, âIâve made lunch if you want some.â
Her voice is so angelic, you think, and you briefly wonder if thatâs a normal opinion to have about your friend. Itâs not just her voice, but those pretty lips her voice comes out of â just from woman to woman. She has nice lips. That can totally be a platonic compliment.
You realise sheâs waiting for you to answer as you just stare at her gorgeous, gorgeous face â okay, maybe you do like her as more than a friend.
âThatâs so sweet of you, Iâll come join you,â you put on a high-pitched platonic voice.
Youâre sitting down at the table getting your plates ready â Storm made your favourite food, said she was just craving the taste today â when Logan comes in.Â
âBrought my own lunch, thought I could join you?â He asks but doesnât wait for an answer, sitting down next to you.Â
âWhat if you canât?â Storm says, an eyebrow raised, though playfully.Â
âAnd what would your explanation be?â
âWe need girl time.â
Youâre looking between them with wide puppy eyes. Youâre not sure if theyâre being playful after all. Their faces soften when they look at you.
âMaybe Logan can stay for lunch and weâll go to your room later?â you suggest, âWe can have a sleepover tonight.â
Stormâs face lights up, âGood idea.â You miss the smirk she gives Logan, who then huffs.Â
Logan takes off his leather jacket. Youâre sure thatâs just your mind playing tricks on you but it almost looks as if heâs doing it deliberately slowly, showing off his big, defined arms. Youâre drooling like a dog.
He reaches across the table and your eyes stay glued to his triceps until you hear your name.
âWhat?â
Logan smiles down at you, âI asked if you could pass the salt.â
You swallow and nod, eyes searching for the salt, but Storm gets there before you. She firmly presses the salt shaker into his hand, and his arm is gone from in front of your face. You resist the urge to pout.
A moment later though, Logan reaches out for the pepper himself, âSorry, just needaâŠâ He fumbles with the shaker across the table. This time his arm is angled differently and your eyes land right on one of those delicious veins on his skin.Â
Storm is kind enough to pass him the pepper too, but this time you think you audibly sigh with frustration when Logan pulls his arm back to his body. You focus on eating instead of panicking about whether either of them heard that.
Storm swallows down her jealousy after watching you mesmerised by Loganâs arms for what felt like an eternity with no idea how obvious you were being.
She finishes her glass of water and gets up to get more. She looks at Logan as she walks to the sink. Two can play this game.
With her back turned to the both of you, Storm undoes the top two buttons of her shirt and places the pendant of her necklace right between her breasts. When she sits back down, she leans her elbow on the table and pushes her forearm right against the side of her tits. Your eyes are immediately drawn to them like a honeybee to a flower.
Storm bites back a smirk. She remains silent so as not to pull your attention away from her cleavage. She wants you to get lost there as long as you need to.
Logan rolls his eyes at her and asks you to pass some food from across the table, pulling you out of your trance.
You see the next exchange of looks between the two of them â their eyes do all the talking. You look away and realise⊠are they flirting? You thought they were mad at each other, having a silent argument, but now you think you might have been wrong. Theyâre teasing each other.Â
You canât decide if you should be jealous or turned on. Theyâre the two people you have a crush on â again, platonic crushes, obviously. If they got together, in whatever way, at least theyâd make a hot couple for you to stare at. But youâd also be devastated that itâs not you who gets to be with either of them.
A quiet sound catches your attention â Stormâs fingernail against her necklace, the necklace thatâs nestled right between her breasts. You briefly wonder if sheâs trying to get Loganâs attention with it, but in that moment you donât feel jealous. You just appreciate whatâs in front of you.
With your elbow perched on the table, youâre leaning your head against your hand, and you notice too late that your arm is sliding off the table. You gasp when your head loses its support and you sit up quickly, gaze pulled away from Storm.
Heat blooms on your face and you lift your glass of water to your mouth to cool yourself down. But the picture of Stormâs perfect boobs lingers in your mind and you spill half of the water. It rolls down your neck and to your chest, and before you can even consider drying off, Stormâs holding a folded up napkin to your skin, patting from your collarbones to the neckline of your low-cut top.Â
âAwh, there you go,â sheâs done patting you dry and gives you a reassuring smile. Your nipples get hard at the close contact. You hope she doesnât notice.
You hear a scoff from Logan. Maybe he got something stuck in his teeth. Or maybe itâs directed at you and Storm.
âThanks, Storm,â you smile your sweet smile and finish your meal.Â
But youâre not oblivious to whatâs going on between them â the looks theyâre giving each other â and you donât know if you like it yet. Not that your opinion matters, sadly.
-
You bring your own pillow to Stormâs bedroom that night for your sleepover, but sheâs got her bed made up all comfy with more pillows than you could need.
âDidnât know how many you needed,â Storm tells you from in front of her mirror, âIâm so happy weâre doing this. We havenât had any alone time in so long. Been so busy.â
Sheâs braiding her hair for the night, hair pulled to one side as she curls the bottom of her strands around her finger, her beautiful neck now exposed. You think about falling to your knees and begging for just one touch. Maybe draw your finger across her skin, or better yet â your lips. The way friends do.Â
Itâs between the first and second film that you decide to finally say something. You were going to ask her during a boring scene of the romcom you just watched but it suddenly turned into a sex scene. You did your best to seem unbothered and tried to move naturally, scratching your head and flexing your wrist. Youâre not sure if it worked.
âSoo,â you turn to your side to face Storm as the credits play, âYou and Logan?â
You reach into the bag of gummy bears between you and Storm, attempting to seem nonchalant, as if her answer wonât affect you.
She looks a little panicked, and youâre afraid you know what her answer is going to be.
âWhat about us?â she asks.
You give her a suggestive look but she waits for you to say it.
âWell, is there something going on between you two? I felt like you were flirting during lunch.â
âNo, not at all,â she says almost too quickly, âWeâre just friends, if that.â
âReally? Youâd make an attractive couple.â
She lowers her voice, âWeâre really not into each other like that.â You believe her, and withhold your big breath of relief.
âAnd anyway, I prefer women,â she adds.
âReally? I mean, yeah, I thought you might. I wasnât sure. I do too, by the way. Well, I like everyone. I mean not everyone obviously but I like all genders. Not that thatâs relevant.â
Storm smiles at you sweetly and puts a soft hand on your wrist. âOf course itâs relevant. Iâm glad you trust me enough to tell me.â
You giggle nervously, âOf course. I trust you more than anyone in this house.â
Stormâs heart swells in her chest.
You continue, âWell, and Logan obviously.âÂ
Oh.
Obvious, is it?
Well, Storm can work with that.
She picks an incredibly gay film next. She didnât do it on purpose. She just happened to see the film on Netflix. Sure, perhaps she chose it because there were two women in the picture, but she genuinely wasnât aware how much sex was in the film.
Youâre squirming beside her, even more than during the straight romcom you just watched, and it drives her crazy. Sheâs just better at hiding it, but sheâs turned on too. She wishes she and Logan hadnât fought over your attention during lunch; if you hadnât thought that there was something going on between them you might have been ready for more tonight. But she ignores her desire for you, holding her arm tightly as she presses her nails against her skin to relieve some pressure.
When the film is over, Storm tells you how she realised she likes women. When she was little, she had a crush on her babysitter, and ever since then she just knew. You grow bashful when she asks you for your story.
âUh, Halle Berry as Catwoman? That did it for me,â you tell her as your cheeks heat up. Storm only vaguely remembers the film, but she still has in mind that all of her friends told her that the main character looked like her.Â
Itâs not that she didnât know you were attracted to her before, but that solidifies it. Now she just has to get rid of Logan.
-
Storm is busy the next day and you miss her presence the entire morning. You woke up before her, your hands still intertwined from when you fell asleep like that, and â like a fucking loser idiot â you imagined what it was like to be her girlfriend and wake up next to her every day.
Now that you know she doesnât like Logan, you can fantasise about being with her again without the jealousy looming underneath if he got her before you. And she didnât just say she wasnât attracted to him (which is crazy) but that theyâre both not into each other (which is crazy of Logan). Both of your crushes are safe.
You decide to try out a new stretching routine to distract yourself from how much youâre missing Storm, your bestie who has no idea how much you like her. The positions are nothing you canât do, but theyâre definitely more challenging than your usual.
Loganâs not expecting to see you when he enters the gym; youâre not normally here at this time.
âHi,â he says. Your head is between your legs as youâre bent upside down. He crouches down to smile at you from between your thighs.
You grin, standing up to turn towards him to say hello.Â
âYâneed some help?â He asks. Itâs more of a rhetorical question, heâs being polite.
âActually, thereâs this stretch I canât get into. I think I should be able to do it, but I just need someone to help push me there.â
Logan huffs out a laugh. This is like the porn he plays in his head every night with you and him in the starring roles. âOf course. Where do you want me?â
-
Itâs even better than he could have dreamed. He thought youâd need him to hold your hands and pull to add some resistance, but now youâre bent over in front of him and heâs pushing you into a stretch like a pervy gym instructor.Â
You keep letting out these little huffs every time you ask Logan to push you further. They sound awfully close to moans. His knee is pressing into the back of yours like you asked him to but you keep asking for more.
He changes up his position, standing behind you fully. If he moved even an inch forward youâd feel his cock pushing against your ass. Logan would usually feel like heâs taking advantage with all the thoughts running through his mind about little innocent you but youâre the one arching even further into him.
He thanks himself for his level of self control and how he manages not to get hard with your pretty ass pressed up against him. It fuels the animalistic side of him and he wants nothing more than to fuck you right here, right now.
It was obvious that you were attracted to him before, but with the way youâre pushing back against his crotch makes him realise that itâs far from innocent.
âThank you, that felt really good,â you tell him when you stand back up, losing balance after hanging your head upside down for so long. You use Loganâs chest to brace yourself, palms against the hard muscles there. His hands fly to your waist as he makes sure youâre alright. You nod shyly and, with another quick thanks, quickly make your way to your bathroom.
Heâs got you. Now he just has to get rid of Storm, and sheâs really good with you.
-
You check in Stormâs room after a long shower, but sheâs still out. You find Logan in the kitchen; heâs looking through the almost empty cabinets.Â
âWanna go shopping?â
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You didnât think grocery shopping could turn you on, but everything Logan does makes you want to rip off his clothes.Â
The little things fuel your crush in more heart-warming ways. Like how he picks all your favourite foods, holds the package up to you to ask for approval and places them into the cart that heâs pushing along with one hand as if itâs not full to the brim.Â
Heâs got it all down even to the most obscure snacks you like. Itâs sweet that he remembers and it makes you as dizzy as you felt during your sleepover with Storm. Itâs not like you really have a chance with either of them, if youâre being honest with yourself, so youâre fine liking them both.
But itâs his touch that drives you crazy.Â
Youâre trying to reach a snack on the top shelf. Youâre on your tiptoes and your fingertips are only an inch or so away from it. Just when youâre about to give up, you feel two strong hands on your waist, lifting you that tiny bit with no effort at all.Â
âThere you go,â Logan smiles down at you, taking the package from you and putting it in the cart. Your body still buzzes with the sparks of his touch.Â
Youâre not very helpful for the rest of the shopping trip. All youâre doing is staring at him. You almost fall to your knees when he reaches up to the top shelf and his shirt lifts a bit. You think seeing even just a tiny sliver of his abs might be the highlight of your day, until you remember how he was pushed up against you during your stretches earlier.Â
God, youâre so into him.Â
-
Storm finds Logan as soon as she gets home. She hasnât had a chance to talk to him since your revelation yesterday yet.
âSheâs in her bedroom,â Logan tells Storm when she comes in, assuming sheâs looking for you.
âI need to talk to you,â she crosses her arms, âShe told me yesterday that she thinks weâre into each other.â
Logan cringes, âWhat, us two? Is she blind?â
âApparently. I told her that itâs not like that but I donât know if she believed it. She thought we were flirting with each other at lunch the other day instead of with her.â
âAlright, we just need to stop making it so obvious weâre fighting over her. Letâs just not get in each otherâs way and sheâll choose whoever sheâll choose.â
âYeah,â Storm agrees.
Logan smiles, âI canât believe that stunt you pulled when she spilled the water. I mean, come on, that was so unfair, I canât just press a napkin to her tits.â
She laughs, âOkay Mister Bicep, we both have our benefits.â They smile at each other.
Storm huffs, and reluctantly admits: âI wish she looked at me the way she looks at your abs.â
âI wish she looked at me the way she looks at your chest.â
Theyâre standing next to each other now, staring at nothing, consumed by thoughts of you. Theyâre so into you.
âWhen did you realise you like her?â Storm asks.
âI donât remember an exact moment but itâs just, her gorgeous fucking face. And her whole clumsy thing just does it for me, I donât know.â
âI like it too. Sheâs so adorable when she gets all awkward.â
âIt makes me want to fuck her so bad,â they say at the same time, then laugh quietly.
Logan clears his throat, âNot to be crude but Iâd fuck all that nervousness out of her.â
âMe too. Until sheâs so exhausted she canât even begin to overthink anything.â
They exchange a look â this is getting too heated.
âMay the best one win,â Logan concludes, and with a last nod at each other, they both leave the kitchen.
-
Itâs a mutual friendâs birthday that week, and all three of you are going to the party.
Youâre walking to your room the evening of the party, and Logan opens his bedroom door just as youâre walking past it.
âHey, you got a minute?â Logan asks, âI need help with my outfit.â
You smile. Itâs an excuse to stare at Logan, of course youâll help.
He changes his shirt about five times â even though there are only two that he canât decide between. But every time he changes his top, there are a few seconds in which heâs half naked â his muscular, hairy, gorgeous chest and abs exposed, with that thick happy trail reminding you why itâs called that â and you forget all about what the previous shirt looked like.
You watch him change yet another time, quietly sighing to yourself because at some point you have to decide. You watch him button up his shirt and let your eyes roam over the lower part of his body.Â
His trousers are hugging his legs so deliciously, they must be tailored. And that sexy belt he always wears keeps sparkling with the reflection of the light, as if youâre not staring at his crotch enough anyway.
âSo this one?â Logan asks.Â
âY-yeah,â you nod, as if he doesnât look equally good in both shirts anyway.Â
âWhat do you think of the material?â He asks. You smile, getting up to feel it.Â
You place your hand on the side of his arm, trailing down it, feeling his muscles while you pretend to be feeling the shirt.Â
âI like how it feels,â Logan says, looking down at himself and rubbing his fingers over his clothed chest. You follow, bringing your palm to his collarbone to trace his body, from his chest to his lower abs.Â
âIt does feel nice,â you say. Itâs a normal dress shirt, made from whatever material theyâre usually made of, but with the warmth of Loganâs body itâs one of the best things youâve ever felt.Â
Distracted by his body, you donât realise Logan looking down at you, tracing your every feature with his eyes. He can practically see the water pooling in your mouth, and he doesnât need his enhanced senses to know that you want him in this moment.Â
He clears his throat and it makes you lose your balance, gripping Loganâs shirt to steady yourself as his hands fly to your waist.Â
âCareful, bub,â he smiles and you feel the heat on your cheeks. How can this man make you stumble without even moving?
âAre you gonna wear a tie?â you ask quietly â you canât trust your voice right now.Â
âIâve got one here,â Logan passes it to you. He feels like a tie might be a bit too formal for a birthday, but he wonât stop you from staying close.Â
You go on your tiptoes to drape the tie around his neck, nervously fiddling with the fabric. âActually, uh, I donât know how to tie a tie,â you admit, giggling at your own words.Â
âThatâs okay, bub, Iâll show you.âÂ
You donât retain any information as Logan helps you with his tie, guiding your fingers with his big, warm hands over yours.Â
Your breaths intertwine from standing so close, and you donât even realise that youâre on your tiptoes again, trying to get as close to Logan as possible.Â
You know that he can hear how fast your heart is beating, but when his tie is on and you smooth it down against his chest, you feel his own heart beating wildly against his ribcage.Â
Logan looks into your eyes, a soft smile on his lips, and you know whatâs going to happen. Youâre about to kiss.Â
He gently places his hand on the side of your face, leaning in.Â
Just when your lips are about to touch, you hear Storm calling out your name from the hallway.Â
âUh, Storm was gonna do my make-up,â you stutter, Loganâs hand still on your face. He silently drops it and smiles sadly, âyeah,â he says.Â
He moves back to stand in front of the mirror, taking the tie off again, âThink this is too much.â
You nod, âyeah. Sure. Iâll see you later.â
You walk out of Loganâs room with a weird feeling, but as soon as you get to Stormâs room itâs like nothing just happened.Â
It smells so good in her bedroom, a mix of her perfume and hair products and her clean bed sheets. She smiles at you, patting the bed for you to sit next to her.Â
You close the door behind you, creating a space for just the two of you. It always feels like that when youâre with her, even when there are other people around. Except for Logan maybe; heâs the only one who can get in without even trying â but itâs still different when itâs really just the two of you.Â
Youâre immediately lost in the world of beautiful Storm as she presents to you her outfit for the night; it fits her every curve and contour and you briefly wonder how you could ever think of her as nothing more than a friend. It breaks your heart that she only sees you as one, but it doesnât stop the desire you have for her and the joy you feel when youâre around her.
Storm does your make-up on her bed, both of you sitting cross-legged with your knees touching. Her hand is placed gently on your face as she does your eyeshadow.
âYouâre so naturally beautiful,â she tells you in her calm voice, âDonât really need any of this.â
You feel your heart beating wildly in your chest. She just means it as a friend, she just means it as a friend.
You gulp, âWish I looked like you. Youâre so gorgeous.â
She smiles at you softly, âThank you, but youâre perfect like this. Lips.â You open your mouth slightly so that she can apply your lipgloss for you. Even though sheâs using the applicator, it feels as intimate as if it were her finger.
She called you perfect.
Your eyes go down to her lips and you realise she hasnât put any product on her own lips yet. Youâre not sure what comes over you at your next question.
âYou want some too?â you ask, breathless, staring at her lips. Even though youâre not looking into her eyes, you can see her looking down at your lips and she smiles a beautiful, sexy smile and nods.
Storm briefly presses her lips to yours, the way straight girls sometimes do at parties â except that neither of you are straight and youâre not at a party, and you doubt that straight friends feel like this after kissing each other. You pull away instinctively, you donât want her thinking that you could ever even assume that she likes you like that. Youâre just friends, and you know that.
Still, you canât resist reaching out a finger to swipe the excess product over the top of her lip, and you let out a nervous giggle when you notice that her eyes are still on your lips.
An alarm on your phone interrupts you; you set it for 20 minutes before you have to leave to make sure you have everything. You didnât notice how close you and Storm were until you both pulled away at the noise.Â
The alert pulls you out of your Storm induced warm cloud, an uncomfortable feeling settling on your skin. Being the good friend she is, Storm realises immediately.
âWhatâs wrong?â she asks, a soft hand on your arm.
âNothing, I just get nervous about these types of parties sometimes. Thereâll be so many people I donât know, and itâll be so big and loud. I was thinking of taking a shot or something.â
Storm smiles, âNot that Iâm against a little shot for courage, but dâyou wanna know something natural that always helps me calm down?â
âMhm, what is it?â
âI feel like a nice orgasm always makes me calmer. Just a quick one with my fingers or a vibrator.â
Her words knock the air out of you. Somehow, you manage to respond. âIâve always wanted to use toys but I donât have any. I should really get one,â you chuckle nervously.
âIâm happy to share one of mine if you donât mind,â she looks deep into your eyes and all you can do is nod your head pathetically. There are some types of thoughts youâve done your hardest not to let into your head â sheâs your friend, she wouldnât want you thinking about her like that â and now sheâs the one putting them there on purpose.
She twists her lips, almost.. nervously? and, in a low voice, says: âYou think an orgasm right now would help you?â
Again, you donât manage to say any words but you do nod your head, biting your lip.Â
âYou wanna do it yourself or can I stay?â she asks, one shoulder pulled up seductively.
âS-stay,â you stutter.
âI could eat you out if you want, but no pressure. I just feel like thatâs the quickest way.â
You take a deep breath. All kinds of thoughts are shooting through your head, but maybe sheâs just horny. During your sleepover the other day, she told you how she hasnât had sex in a while, and how she gets off on making her partners come, so maybe itâs just a natural desire that she wants to make someone other than herself come again for once. Itâs got nothing to do with you, you know that, but you revel in the knowledge that she at least finds you attractive enough to want to make you come, even if itâs just as a friend.
Youâre also confused. Your ex always took hours to make you come with his mouth, but, still, you believe every word coming from Stormâs pretty lips.
You nod, âYe-yeah. If thatâs okay with you. Thatâs a very uh, very nice, friendly favour.â You have to make sure she knows that youâre not delusional, thinking this is more than friendly.Â
As you squirm in your seat, you miss Stormâs little sigh of frustration at your oblivion. Instead of pitying herself, she decides sheâll show you why you should be more than friends.
âYâready?â she asks, blessing your ears with her bedroom voice.
âYes,â you breathe.Â
Your next breath catches in your throat as Storm leans in to press the most gentle kiss youâve ever experienced to the side of your neck. Sheâs warm and soft and smells like heaven.
Her lips slowly press along your pulse point, the tip of her tongue darting out as she makes her way up to your ear. Her teeth scrape along your earlobe, but she doesnât bite. You almost whimper when her warm mouth is gone from your ear.
Storm slides her hand to your jaw, moving her thumb to your lower lip, âMay I?â
You nod quickly, and she pulls your lower lip down, sliding her thumb into your mouth to wet it.
You suck on her thumb, mouth watering at having her so close. Storm takes her hand away from your face with a satisfied hum and gently folds your skirt up to your hips, pulling your panties to the side.
She giggles, âyâgot such cute underwear.â You look down and remember the panties you decided to put on today â pink underwear with cherries and a red lace trim. You werenât expecting anyone to see it, let alone Storm. Before you have time to get embarrassed, her thumb is on your clit.
You gasp at the first contact, and your knees buckle. Youâre glad youâre already sitting down. She goes to kneel on her soft carpet, sitting down between your legs.
Her breath is on your pussy and you feel yourself clenching around nothing.
âWhat a pretty fucking pussy,â Storm whispers, more to herself, and impatiently pulls your underwear out of the way more harshly, making sure it stays there. She looks up at you from between your legs, pushing your knees up to your chest, and you bite your lip.
This doesnât feel so friendly anymore. Unless she just gets off on making her pretty friends come.
Storm sucks her thumb into her mouth to wet it again and begins to gently rub your clit in circles. She realises how wet you already are and smiles, leaning in to press a kiss to your clit.Â
âThere you go,â she says quietly, and then puts her mouth on you. She runs her tongue through your folds and sheâs so gentle. Youâre torn between enjoying it and wanting more.
âFeels so good,â you mumble, and Storm grips the flesh of your thigh to hold you still.Â
She smiles against you, âYeah?â and brings her middle and ring finger to your pussy. Licking your clit, she pushes two fingers into you, slowly making her way inside even though youâre more than wet enough.
Your pussy makes a squelching sound against her fingers as she begins to fuck into you, curling her fingers up to rub against your g-spot. You gasp when you first feel her there, your head dropping to the side in pleasure as you moan.
She pulls her fingers out to suck them into her mouth, tasting you with a satisfied hum, âTaste so good, baby.â You get even wetter at that name alone, squirming beneath her gaze.
âBe a good girl for me and stay still, okay?â she asks, mouth connecting with your pussy again as she looks up at you. You nod desperately, hoping she canât feel the intense heat spreading over your face down to your chest.
She slides two fingers back into you, fucking you gently but precisely, and you already feel the excitement building up in your belly. Stormâs tongue dances over your clit, exactly how you need it to. The only thing missing now is just a liittle more friction.
Itâs like she can read your mind, continuing to fuck into your wet pussy at a steady pace, as she begins to suck on your clit. You see stars immediately.
Her mouth has been on you for only a few minutes when sheâs got you coming on her tongue and fingers. You whimper her name as you arch your back, hips chasing her face to prolong your orgasm as it crashes over you in waves.
She pulls her fingers out and rubs your clit for a bit longer until youâre squirming again, patting your pussy before she gets up. âGoodâ, she simply says, biting her lip.
âYou feel better?â she smiles at you, innocently sucking your arousal off her fingers as if itâs something sheâs done a million times before. As if itâs a normal thing to do with a friend.
âYeah, much better,â you smile shyly, wondering how to ask her what that was.
She sits down right next to you, pulling your panties and skirt back in place, keeping her hand on your thigh afterwards. She smiles at you, and it feels so intimate. Storm reaches for the lipgloss again, âItâs all wiped away. Here.â
You smile and let her apply the lipgloss again. Storm places a hand on the bed next to your hip to lean in as she does so. She puts the lipgloss away but stays close. She looks at your lips. Your heart starts beating furiously in your chest â sheâs about to kiss you.
This time itâs Logan who interrupts you. He calls out your name from the hallway, itâs time to leave.
Storm sits back, âyou ready?â
âYeah,â you nod. She takes your hand as you leave her room. You donât let go even when you see Logan, his eyes immediately finding your intertwined hands.
He doesnât know what it means. There are plenty of platonic girlfriends that hold hands.Â
You donât know what it means either, but you know you like the feeling.
-
You donât mean to get drunk but thatâs kind of what happens when you subconsciously try to keep up with mutants with healing factors that make it almost impossible for them to get drunk.
You arrived at the party still hand-in-hand with Storm and spent the first half joined at the hip with her. Logan couldnât even get you alone for a second because every time one of you left for the bathroom the other went too without hesitation.
Logan finally finds you alone in the kitchen, looking for another drink.
âYâsure you should have more to drink?â he smiles.
You notice him then, âLogan!â you run over to hug him.
Being drunk makes you more affectionate.
âCan you mix me a drink?â you ask Logan, his arm still around your waist. It feels good there.
âMaybe you want water for now?â
You pout at him drunkenly, taking a step back and folding your arms, âYouâre just jealous you canât get drunk. Doesnât mean Iâm not allowed to.â
Logan lifts his arms in defence, ââCourse youâre allowed to, bub. Just making sure youâre up for it. What do you want?â
-
You, Logan and Storm end up in the living room at the mansion. Youâve been very entertaining in your drunk state but, more importantly, you decided to hold one of their hands each in your lap in the back of the car on the way home. They know you get like this when you drink, and theyâd never try anything with you like this, of course. But they could have a bit of harmless fun.
Itâs your idea to play never have I ever, but the two of them are just as happy to. Youâre playing the game with water instead of alcohol, but thatâs probably better for you anyway.
Storm and Logan resist the urge to make the game sexual; theyâre unsure what youâd be comfortable with if you were sober. Youâre the one who makes it explicit.
âNever have I everâŠâ youâre leaning the bottle of water against your cheek to cool yourself down, âhad a threesome.â
The room is immediately struck with tension. Logan and Storm exchange a look that you miss. How have they not thought of this before?Â
You look at them expectantly.
Itâs a perfectly innocent statement â well, innocent in a way that youâre not implying anything to them specifically. Even in your wildest thoughts youâve only fantasised about one of them at a time.Â
Your eyes are on Storm but she shakes her head. Logan drinks. He shrugs, âBeen alive for so long, you try some things.â
Youâre torn between arousal and jealousy, but settle on arousal. You forget all about the game.
âIâm not that experienced,â you tell them honestly, âIâd love to experiment a bit but I get shy. Not that Iâmâ um, not a threesome necessarily. Iâm just saying.â You clear your throat, averting your eyes.
âHow many people have you been with?â Storm asks, voice soft.
You swallow, unsure whether to count her or not. Does it count if it was with a friend? âJust my ex boyfriend.â
âThereâs been no one else?â Logan asks, and you shake your head in embarrassment.
âI told you Iâm shy.â
âNothing wrong with being shy,â he says, âIt can be endearing. Donât you think, Storm?â
When you turn to her, her eyes are already on you, âI agree.â
Your face feels hot and youâre suddenly nervous. Theyâre both flirting with you, if the alcohol isnât deceiving you, and you donât know who you like more. You think of some stupid ânever have I everâ statement to change the topic. They do you the favour of playing along.
Itâs not long until you all go to bed, going your separate ways but not without a long hug from both of them.
-
The next morning, Logan and Storm meet in front of your room. Sheâs made breakfast for you and heâs brought you water and some aspirin.
âI should have thought of that,â they say at the same time. Logan knocks at your door.
âItâs us,â Storm says after another knock.
Youâre not in your bedroom.
They look for you in the entire mansion, but youâre not there.
âMaybe sheâs walking off her hangover,â Logan shrugs, starting to eat the food Storm made for you as theyâre standing in the kitchen.
They donât see you all day.
Stormâs in the kitchen in the evening, starting to worry. She knows youâre not far, and you can handle yourself, but sheâs worried youâre embarrassed about what you said when you were drunk, or regretting what you did before the party yesterday.
There are footsteps coming down the hallway, and she knows itâs you before youâre there.
âHey,â she smiles when she sees you.
âHi.â
âHavenât seen you all day.â
âSorry,â you sit down next to her, a shy smile on your face, âDidnât mean to disappear. I just needed to think.â
Storm breathes. âYeah, thatâs okay. What were you thinking about?â Her heart starts beating faster.
âWell, Iâve been thinking about what Logan said yesterday. And I donât know if Iâm misinterpreting things and I donât want to make anything awkward between us or anythingâŠâ you look at her in worry, and she takes your hand. Sheâs not sure what you mean but she knows you need her encouragement to say it.Â
You continue, âI donât know but maybe⊠maybe Logan could show us what a threesome is like?â
All the worry on your face melts away when Storm grips your hand tighter and gets up. She grins as she pulls you upstairs.
She walks you to Loganâs room and, without knocking, pushes his door open, âMy bedroom. Right now.â He follows you without question.Â
âLock the door behind you,â Storm tells Logan when youâre all in her bedroom. Your skin is on fire.
âWhatsâs going on?â Logan has his arms folded, a smile playing on his lips.
His eyes are on you but you look over at Storm, who just smirks.
âAre you gonna make me say it again?â you ask, horrified.
âYou got this, baby,â she tells you, and hearing her call you that again gives you courage.
You look at the floor, âUh, I donât know if you two want to do that with me but. I was thinking maybe we could, like, have, um, a threesome?â You were a lot smoother in your head.
Logan raises his eyebrows, âYou donât know if we want to do that with you? You tellinâ me you havenât noticed whatâs been goinâ on, bub?â Heâs right in front of you now, hands holding your face.
âUhâŠâ you know he can feel your skin heating up under his fingers.
âWant you so fucking bad. Both of us,â Logan nods towards Storm.
âOh.â
(Logan decides this isnât the time to tell you that his threesome was with two guys.)
They both grin at each other and Logan walks you to Stormâs bed. They sit down on either side of you â you donât even know where to look. You donât know who to kiss first.
Storm makes the decision for you, gently turning your head towards her. You lean in without another word.
This time you get more than a peck. Her mouth is hungry and wet against yours, her lips soft. Youâre kissing messily and loudly, and you do your best not getting on top of her yet. You pull away only because Loganâs there too.
âBeen dying to do that since last night,â you smile.
âI know,â Storm giggles, âKnew you appreciated my friendly favour.â You hide your face in her neck at her teasing. Youâre not sure how you could be so stupid. Now you know itâs more than friendship.
âWhatâs that?â Logan asks, an eyebrow raised.
You bite your lip, âWeâll tell you later.â
Before he can question it, you pull Logan closer by his shirt. His kisses are rougher, but not in a bad way. His beard scratches against your cheek with the desperation in his kisses, and heâs pulling you closer. You moan into his mouth as his tongue slips between your lips, and you grab a fistful of his shirt.
Storm starts kissing the side of your neck, the way she did last night, and youâre so lost in pleasure that you stop kissing Logan.
âToo hot,â you mumble, pulling off your top absentmindedly. They both stop what theyâre doing.
âYou wear stuff like this all the time?â Logan smirks, finger slipping under your bra strap. You forgot about the lingerie you put on for them.
You shake your head, âThought we might do this tonight.â
Logan grins and starts kissing your shoulder, pulling one of your bra straps down with his teeth. Storm turns your head back to her and kisses you again â gentle, teasing pecks from her soft lips to yours. She kisses over your cheek and your jaw, begins to gently nibble on your earlobe.
Logan pauses when his mouth is at your wrist, âYou know, bub, the problem with pretty lingerie like this is that it ends up coming off again real quick.â
Youâre already so horny from two pairs of lips on you that you can barely speak. âDoesnât sound like a problem to me at all,â you mumble.Â
âCan we take it off, baby?â Storm asks.
âPlease.â
You feel Stormâs fingers at your back, opening your bra, and Logan is the one who pulls it off.Â
They both sigh when they see your tits for the first time, moving to the breast closest to them. Logan thumbs over your nipple, gently playing with it while Storm wraps her lips around your other nipple. You feel yourself getting so wet.Â
âH-how aboutââ you take a deep breath to calm yourself down, âhow about you take your clothes off too.â
âHow about you take them off?â Storm bites her lip.Â
You nod quickly, lifting her top over her head to find her bare underneath. You trace your hands over her perfect tits, cupping them as your thumbs rub over her nipples and she lets out the sweetest moan.Â
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Logan moving to take off his shirt so you quickly turn to him, grabbing hold of his shirt to do it yourself while Storm stands up to take off her trousers.Â
You pull off Loganâs shirt and, even though youâve seen him shirtless before, youâre mesmerised by the muscles and the hair and how good he looks.Â
âYâlike what you see, bub?â He smirks and you bite your lip, resisting kissing him. You move on to his belt, trying to ignore how Logan gropes your tits as you get him naked except for his boxers.Â
Storm sits between your legs, helping you out of your trousers and you all move to the middle of the bed. Youâre panting before anything has even started, âSorry, itâs just cause Iâm excited,â you breathe, grinning with anticipation.Â
âItâs okay,â Storm kisses you behind your ear.Â
âSo are we, bub,â Logan tells you, moving to press his lips to the side of your neck. He kisses further up, to your jaw, while Stormâs lips ghost over your collarbone on your other side.Â
Excitement builds up in your belly, your skin tingling all over. You kiss whoever is closer to you â itâs Logan â and start making out with him. The only way to accurately describe the kiss is to say that itâs sloppy. Loganâs devouring you, licking your lips and into your mouth.Â
You carefully feel for Stormâs face and donât stop kissing Logan until sheâs right next to you too so you can kiss her instead. She puts a hand behind your neck to pull you in, and you lean your hand on Loganâs leg to steady yourself.Â
When your hand moves just an inch, you feel how hard he is, and how big. You force yourself to pull away from Storm, your lips already kissed raw.
Loganâs thigh tenses under your hand, âHow are we gonna do this?â
âDonât know, just wanna cum,â you say. You donât want to seem petulant, but youâve never been this turned on in your life. Your underwear is soaked through and it almost hurts how badly you need to be fucked right now.
âWe got you, baby,â Logan says, âCan I take these off?â He starts to pull at the waistband of your panties where they hug your hip, and you nod quickly.
Storm gets up to walk to her nightstand, but you canât focus on her too. Your mind is on Logan all but ripping your panties down your legs, discarding them somewhere on the carpet.Â
He takes your knees to push your thighs up to your chest as you lie down, your head supported by a pillow.
âGod, look at you. So fucking pretty. Look at her, Storm,â Logan says, spreading you open for him to take all of you in.
Storm smirks at Logan, âI know.â
You feel Loganâs eyes going between you and her, but sheâs leaning down to kiss you so all of your senses are taken over by her.
âGot this just for you, baby,â Storm stops kissing you, pulling something out of the drawer of her nightstand. Sheâs holding a pink, soft silk bag, âHad a feeling you might want to play.â She pulls out a pink dildo, and you bite your lip as she kisses you again.
Logan asks you something twice before you register what heâs saying, lightly squeezing your ankle to get your attention.
âHuh?â you pull away from the kiss.
âCan I eat your pussy?â
You nod, âBut I want you inside me.â
Logan smiles, âAlright, just let me get a taste first. Been dying to know how you taste.â
Storm lies down next to you on her stomach to kiss you some more. Her lips trail over your shoulders and move up to your neck.
Logan bends down so his face is between your legs, and he shakes his head in disbelief. âYouâre so wet already, bub. So fucking pretty,â he smiles, moving to lick all the way up your pussy once.Â
âHere,â he pulls your legs over his shoulders as he settles between them. He pushes two of his thick fingers into your pussy and puts his mouth on you. His tongue on you is fast and skilled, but you still need more.
ââS not enough,â you whine, and Logan looks up, smiling.
âNeed me inside?â he asks, wiping his mouth thatâs smeared with you with the back of his hand. You nod, staring in awe as he finally takes off his boxers and you get to see his hard cock in all its glory.
âYâgonna be okay, bub? Itâs kinda big,â he teases. You can see that. But all you can do is keep staring with an open mouth and nod. Storm wipes some spit from the corner of your mouth and gives you a quick kiss.
âYou got this, baby,â she tells you, cupping one of your tits while she strokes over your hair with her other hand.
âYeah,â you say, eyes not leaving Loganâs cock.
âYou ready?â he asks, bending down to give you a long, wet kiss.
âMhmm, need it so bad.â
He chuckles as he spreads your legs for him again, rubbing the tip of his cock along your pussy. Itâs so wet you can hear it.
Logan slowly pushes inside you, and you gasp when he fills you up. Heâs big, but the pleasure outweighs the pain.
âTheeere you go, bub. So fucking tight fâme. Taking me so well,â he starts to thrust into you in a gentle rhythm, fucking you deep but pacing himself.
It takes you a few moments to get used to his size, but Stormâs kisses at your neck help you ease into it. You canât believe this is happening â you never would have thought youâd be with either of them, especially not with both and at the same time.
âFeels so good,â you moan weakly, pulling Storm to kiss you again. You whine when she lets go, but sheâs sitting up at your side again soon, holding the dildo. You nod before sheâs even said anything.
âLet me,â she leans over to Logan, who pulls out of you. Storm fucks your pussy with the cool silicone for just a moment, and itâs wet with your arousal when she brings it up to your chest.Â
She teases you first, rubbing the wet tip of the dildo over your nipples, trailing it up your chest and over your cheek, smearing your own arousal over your face. You bite your lip in frustration, and look down to see Logan jerking off to the sight of you spread out for him. You canât decide who of them you need more.
Youâre salivating just at the thought of Storm fucking your mouth with the toy, and you hum when she rubs it across your lips.
âClose your mouth, baby,â Storm says when youâre about to take it in your mouth. She leans over you and lets her spit drop onto your mouth, smiling as she trails the tip of the dildo around your mouth, your lips desperately parting for it.
âHere, baby,â she says finally, pushing the dildo past your lips. You moan around it, taking the silicone as deep as you can.Â
Storm fucks your mouth with it and all itâs doing is making you even more horny. The sound of Loganâs slicked hand on his cock stops, and heâs grabbing your thighs to spread them more, finally fucking you again. This time his pace is rougher, and itâs exactly what you need.
Stormâs wet lips are on your jaw as she continues to push the toy in and out of your mouth as you suck on it eagerly. She bites her lip as she leans over you to watch you, pushing the dildo in just a bit more.
âDoing such a good job, baby,â she hums, holding your chin.
âYeah, being such a good girl for us,â Logan rasps, voice hoarse as he fucks you, âLook so fucking sexy with your lips wrapped around a cock.â You know he can feel your pussy clench around him at his words and he smirks, rubbing your clit with his thumb.
As you focus back on the cock in your mouth, you notice that Stormâs free hand is down her panties, and you can see her getting worked up too, a bead of sweat rolling down the valley of her tits.
You hum around the dildo and she pulls it out. âWanna eat your pussy,â you tell her, voice almost whiny.
She smiles, sitting up to pull down her underwear. You reach out to touch the flesh of her thigh, and all you want to do is taste her.
You get up, disregarding how Logan slips out of you as you turn around to get on all fours. Storm sits down in front of you, leaning against the headboard.
âIâve never done this,â you tell her, leaning down with your ass in the air. Logan positions your hips so he can rub the tip of his cock through your folds, and you take a moment to close your eyes and focus back on Storm.
âThatâs okay, baby,â she tells you, âI know youâll do well.â
You nod eagerly as you spread her legs, leaning in to press a kiss to her clit. Youâre addicted as soon as you taste her. You open your mouth wider to lick up all of her that you can, attaching your mouth to Stormâs pussy like you never want to let go.
Her hand goes to the top of your head, careful not to mess up your hair as she spreads her knees wider to accommodate you between them.
You lick at Stormâs clit, tongue trailing down to taste her some more. You revel in the sounds she makes when you start to make out with her pussy, all but putting your face in it.
Itâs then that Logan begins to fuck you again, pushing his dick all the way inside your wet pussy. Heâs rocking into you so much that it makes your whole body move forwards and backwards with his thrusts, and you can barely focus on Stormâs pussy.
âSorry, bubâ, Logan says from behind you when he notices that youâve stopped, but you can hear from his voice that heâs not sorry at all. You and Storm smile at each other as you grip her thigh to hold yourself in place and go down on her again.
You get the hang of eating pussy quickly, paying attention to the sounds Storm makes and what makes her knees tremble around your head.
She comes against your lips when you suck her clit into your mouth. Her hand is at the back of your head, hips chasing your face as you play with her clit through her orgasm.Â
Being between Stormâs thighs as she comes ignites a fire in your core, and Loganâs fucking you so good, getting messy from how close he is.
You push yourself up on your arms to kiss Storm, smearing her wetness over her lips as you make out. She has to hold your face so that you donât move too much with Loganâs thrusts, but youâre too weak to keep kissing her as you get closer to your orgasm.
âYou close, bub? Gonna cum inside you,â Logan grunts from behind you.
âMhmm, donât stop, please.â
âI got you, baby, I got you. Doinâ so well,â he grabs your hips to fuck you even deeper as you arch your back. He hits that sweet spot inside you, and one of his hands sneaks down over your belly to rub your clit.Â
Even though you can hear him starting to lose his breath, trying hard not to come yet, he plays with your clit in a way thatâs perfect, and your orgasm has you biting back your moans because youâre scared of how loud theyâd be.
Logan blows his load in you before youâre done coming, and it prolongs your own orgasm as he fills you with his cum, somehow even deeper inside you than he was before.
You almost collapse when heâs done with you, smiling as you roll over to lie on your back.
Storm lies down next to you and kisses you while Logan gets the bottle of water from her nightstand. She drinks a sip first and then passes it to you.
Logan chugs the rest of the water when youâre done, his adamâs apple bobbing as a drop of sweat slides down his neck. You follow it all the way over his glistening abs and down into his happy trail. You notice then that heâs hard again â or still hard â and youâve finally got the answer to that question youâve spent nights thinking about, wondering if his healing factor also applies to his sex drive.
âYou want more, bub?â Logan asks as Storm starts kissing your neck in that way she knows how to do so well.
You nod as you sit up, Storm getting the dildo as she gets behind you, Logan sitting in front of you.
âCan I fuck you, baby?â Storm asks, hand trailing down the back of your spine and over your ass as you get on all fours again.
âYeah,â you tell her, looking back at her with a smile, a new desire forming deep in you.
You get between Loganâs legs, leaning in to kiss him again. Every time his mouth is on you, it feels like heâs devouring you, and itâs one of the best feelings youâve ever had. Heâs all tongue and teeth.
âCan I suck your cock?â you ask against his lips, your mouth squished up with his hand grabbing your face.
âBeen waiting for this since I saw you for the first time, bub. Donât know if Iâll last long.â You never thought youâd hear Logan of all people say those words, but it turns you on that you could reduce even a man like Logan to nothing but his most primal needs.
You grin as you wetly kiss down his chest, arching your back so your ass is in the air for Storm.
âSo pretty,â she mumbles, lost in her own world as she runs the tip of the dildo through your folds, and you almost lose balance.
Loganâs cock leans against the side of your face as you kiss all the way down to his happy trail, and without further thought, you take him into your mouth. You can still taste a bit of yourself on him.Â
Storm starts fucking you with the dildo just as youâre getting into going down on Logan, and you pull your mouth off his cock. Somehow the dildo feels bigger in your pussy than it did with your mouth. Storm knows exactly what sheâs doing.
âDidnât realise how big it was,â you say, steadying your hands against Loganâs big thighs as you fuck back against the toy.
âNot bigger than me, bubâ Logan grumbles, and you giggle.
âWe know, big boy. Itâs not a competition,â Storm tells him, and even though you canât see their faces you know this just became a competition for them. And you really donât mind the two people you have a crush on competing on who can make you come more often.
âCan I play with your ass, baby?â Storm asks you when youâve adjusted to the toy in you and youâre back to trying to stuff all of Loganâs cock in your mouth. You moan around his dick.
âWhat was that, princess?â itâs Logan who asks.
âYeah, you can,â you turn to face Storm, âBut Iâve never done that before.â
âItâs okay. Iâll be gentle. Logan, can you pass me the lube from over there?â Logan ignores her â itâs not on purpose, but youâve gone back to putting your wet mouth on him and youâre sucking his cock, and itâs hard to focus on anything but your wet mouth.
You pull away and look up at Logan, and he passes the lube after seeing the pretty smile you give him.
âFuck, bub, so fucking gorgeous,â he says, bringing your face up to his to give you a kiss and then getting up to sit next to Storm.
âJust relax for us, baby,â Storm says, and youâll never get tired of hearing her call you that.
Logan rubs a hand across your ass cheek, kneading your flesh. He finds his discarded shirt at the edge of the bed, wiping down your inner thighs that are dripping with his cum to try and stop Stormâs sheets from getting too messy.Â
He runs his hand softly up your spine as Storm squeezes drops of lube onto your ass. Loganâs hand goes back down, settling between your legs to gently play with your clit, not to make you cum but to relax you.
âSo pretty,â Storm says absentmindedly as she rubs her thumb over your tight hole.
âCan you come over here?â you ask Logan, feeling weird with both of them at your back. You like having one at each side.
âIâm here, bub,â he sits down in front of you again, lifting your head to rest your cheek on his meaty thigh instead. He gently runs the back of his hand over your other cheek as you sink down into the bed with your upper body.
Storm gently pushes the tip of her finger into your ass, âThat feel okay?â
âFeels good,â you hum, letting her go deeper as she simultaneously starts to fuck your pussy with the dildo.
âSuch a good girl, hmm?â Logan coos from above you and you sigh in pleasure.
âDoing so well,â Storm tells you, thumb hooked in your ass as she begins to fuck your pussy more roughly. You instinctively start fucking back, your hips moving on their own as you get up on all fours again.
Loganâs biting his lip as he watches you take Storm, hand reaching down to jerk off again, but you shove his hand away. âI wanna,â you pout, wrapping your hand around him.
ââM not stopping you,â he tells you, sitting back as you make him feel good with your hand.
âIâm close,â you say, suddenly feeling the pleasant pressure between your thighs, looking back at Storm who smirks at your words.
She fucks into you more roughly, the added stimulation by your ass making you tip over the edge. You let go of Logan and grab his thigh to keep your balance as your orgasm flows through you, even better than the previous one.
She pulls out of you slowly, rubbing a hand over your ass cheek.
âWanna make you cum again,â you turn to Storm.
âLater, baby, come sit on my face,â she says, and how are you meant to resist that?
She lies down on the bed and you straddle her, careful to balance your weight out on your knees rather than on her, âyou sure?â
âCâmere,â she says, pulling you down onto her face, and youâre lost in the pleasure of her tongue on your clit for a few moments before you can even open your eyes again. You take Logan by his wrist and make him stand up in front of you so you can keep sucking his cock.
You suck on Loganâs dick as eagerly as Stormâs tongue is on your pussy, spit running down to his balls like itâs running down the side of Stormâs mouth. You hover over her to let her breathe but she pulls you back down.
âDonât worry about me, I can handle you.â
She sucks on your clit with a new intensity, and you forget all about Loganâs cock as it slips out of your mouth and slides wetly across your cheek. You clumsily stick out your tongue, and Logan chuckles, âSo fucked out already, hm?â He jerks off in front of your face, holding you in place. He begins to fuck against the inside of your cheek, filling your mouth with his cock.
You hum, not really listening but simply taking his cock in your mouth as the pleasure builds up inside you when Storm pushes her tongue into you. Her hands are on your ass and she sucks on your clit harder.Â
Your back arches as you suddenly cum again, cheeks hollowing around Loganâs cock in the process as you suck him in deeper. Storm plays with your clit for a few more moments, lifting you to roll to the side, and your knees sink into the mattress.
âSuch a good girl. Yâgonna make me cum again?â Logan says from above, and you look at him with puppy eyes as you take as much of him as you can.
âBeen doinâ such a good job all night, baby. You can take him deeper,â Storm says, watching you. Youâre going down on Logan but you want her praise too, so you take as much as you can of Logan under both their gazes.
âFuuuck, babyâ Logan groans, his cum spilling down your throat as you swallow him eagerly and he fucks your mouth until heâs finished, the wet sound of his cock in your mouth echoing through the room.
When heâs done coming, Logan lifts you to kiss him, and you know you still taste like him. Storm is on your other side, and you turn to kiss her, both their hands on you as you keep kissing.
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Youâve lost count of how many orgasms youâve each had by the time you collapse in a tired heap of sweat and lust and endorphins.Â
Youâre sandwiched between them, your pussy feeling as warm as your heart.
âNot that itâs a competition but I think I made her come more times than you did,â Logan tells Storm over you.Â
She props herself up on one elbow, smirking at you, âYou wanna tell him?â
You shake your head shyly, looking over to smile at Logan. Youâre close to falling asleep, only half registering what theyâre saying anyway.
âHelped our beautiful girl calm down before the party last night. Tasted better than the birthday cake.â
Logan smiles, âCanât even be mad at you, I wouldâve done the same.â
They notice you drifting off, pressing gentle kisses to your lips one after the other. You feel Stormâs hand on your face.
âLook how gorgeous our girl is,â Logan says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. Those are the last words you hear before you fall asleep.
Our girl. You like it.Â
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P.S. reblog to get a kiss from Logan and let me know your fav moment/line/whatever to get an even sloppier kiss from Storm đłđ€Â (no but seriously skhksjhgđ, I appreciate every single reblog and comment a lotttt, even if theyâre just short <333)
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⥠mine | tommy hewitt x reader
⥠fandoms; texas chainsaw massacre remake/ the beginning
⥠characters; thomas hewitt
⥠reader; AFAB body description, second person POV
⥠cw; graphic sexual content, implied voyeurism, breeding kink, light daddy kink (just calling him daddy? wasnât sure what to tag that )
âĄnotes; i feel the need to apologize for this one lmao. i didnât intend for this to see the light of day but i felt we needed more smut around here and this was already sittin in my personal folder
i donât know that Iâve ever posted detailed smut anywhere before? so lmk how i did, i still havenât even asked to get my friend to beta read so Iâm sure Thereâs Issues.
âąââąâąâŠ †âŠâąâąââą
âOh fuck, baby,â You sighed softly, letting your head roll to the side as you ground on Thomasâ thigh - the mountain of a man pushing his leg up with a huff. Luda-Mae, Monty, and Hoyt had taken a rare trip to their cousinsâ place upstate, and left Thomas and yourself in aâŠsticky situation.
It had already become a war of attrition with you living there, each of you testing the otherâs boundaries as you tried desperately not to cross the line. Thomas was allegedly a good, Bible-following boy- and you a shy little virgin . But god, something about Thomas just made you crazy. You needed him- and youâd gotten so shameless that youâd let him do just about anything to you.
Thatâs what landed you there, trying to entice Thomas and only ending up a squeaky mess as you rode his thigh. He was steadfast for a man years pent up- seeming to find great pleasure in making you unravel without cracking himself. Of course, you had no idea of the hours he spent fucking into his own hand as he imagined you around him, stealing your panties from the laundry bin and palming himself to the sight of you splayed out sunbathing in the yard. Even now you seemed too hazy to notice his cock straining against his trousers, or his fingers dug into the couch to prevent himself from touching your body. The way he trembled as he felt you making a mess on him, the only thing between your slick cunt and his leg your already soaked lacy pantiesâŠ
His laser focus was broken by something entirely unexpected. You whimpered and hid your face against his chest, mumbling âDaddy- pleaseââ
He wasnât sure if it was the phrase,the tone, or both that finally broke his resolve- but either way he pinned you against the floral sofa forcefully, snarling like an animal.
âT-tommy- what- Iâm sorryâ?â You squeaked, seeming utterly confused. Did you even know what youâd said to him?
He growled and quickly signed âAgainâ. You blinked, perplexed look quickly replaced with embarrassment. You whined and tried to hide your face but he snarled again and made you look at him. âAgain. Now.â
ââŠdaddy. Please. Please I need you. Pleaseââ You begged, panting weakly as you writhed uncomfortably and unsated.
He rutted against you quickly, moving and kissing your neck sloppily. âMine,â He rasped quietly, a rare sound even for his partner âMine. Mine. Mine.â
âOh my god Tommy- please- I need you to give it to me- I wanna feel you inside-â
He made quick work of his belt, pushing your dress up carelessly and making just as quick a job out of ripping your undies clean apart.
You yelped but replaced the complaint with a blissed out, shuddering whine as he finally rubbed against your bare pussy. âOh fuckâŠplease- put it in-â
He grunted and pushed your legs back, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours as you felt his weight pressed against you. Even in this moment, he tried his damndest to be gentle, looking your face over for the slightest bit of fear or apprehension. âTommy, please. Fuck me.â You whimpered out softly.
He pushed in carefully , having to stop only halfway in as you squeezed around him. He was huge, long and girthy and a painful stretch even with you relaxed. He gave a grunt and nuzzled you, hips twitching as he reached between you. Clumsily, roughly, he found your clit and slowly rubbed, purring in approval as you mewled out his name.
He was able to jerk his hips and finally bottomed out with a low groan, face buried in your neck. He held still, taking a ragged breath to try to regain control- but you didnât want control. You needed him to lose it completely.
âDaddy, please. I want you to fuck a baby into me,â You murmured, letting a desperate whine leak into your voice. It was a bit of a long shot- but he was so possessive. Why wouldnât he want to breed you?
Thomasâ eyes darkened at the thought and he gave a low noise you could barely classify as he pulled nearly all the way out and snapped his hips, setting a brutal pace.
âOh god-â You yelped, bracing yourself on his huge arms as he pounded into you, the entire couch creaking and slamming into the wall at the force. You lost any coherence you had as he again teased your clit, mind blank. You got exactly what you wanted, and it was too much in the best way possible.
You came first- you didnât know if it was because of his stamina or because even in a frenzy he still needed you to feel just as good. You were almost crying as he continued, overwhelmed and overstimulated - and wrapping your legs around his waist to make sure he didnât stop for a moment. âBaby please- inside- I want you to finish inside-â You mewled out in your haze- but damn if you didnât mean it.
That was all it took, unsurprisingly, for him to thrust one last time and fill you with a snarl. He peppered your face in soft kisses, giving a heaving sigh as he relaxed. You tried to move but he growled, keeping himself firmly inside of you. You blushed a bit as you saw his intense expression âYou ahâŠyou really liked when I asked you to knock me up, huh?â
He nodded, huffing at you.
ââŠyou know we have all night to try again, yeah?â
He grunted and finally relented, pulling out and smirking at the sight of his seed dripping down your thighs.
âTommy baby? I love you.â You sighed sleepily
He looked up quickly and seemed shocked. Man of few words that he ways- and never having dreamed heâd need to learn the sign, he took your hand and pressed it against his chest. Right above the heart. In your mind, there was no better way he could have said it; he loved you too.
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pairing: ex!jaehyun x afab!reader
words: 9.2k+
summary: you left with jaehyunâs son three years ago. an opportunity arises that may push you together for better or for worse.
genre: angst, fluff, smut
warnings: penetrative sex, rough sex, public sex, daddy kink, pussy eating, cum eating, creampies, breeding kink, spanking, possessiveness, some yandere vibes
âGot yourself all dressed for dad?â
Your five-year-old son hums happily, thumbs looped through his backpack straps like heâs afraid itâs going to run away from him. You smile and comb your hands through his hair, slightly frightened by how fast heâs growing.
The knock on the door takes you out of your head before you can dwindle on how your son is slipping away from you. You smile at Jaehyun behind the door, who offers a tight-lipped one in return.
You kneel down once more and tap on your cheek. âGive me a kiss before you leave, sprout.â
Your son giggles before planting a messy kiss on your cheek, wrapping his tiny arms around your neck.
âBye, mom! I love you!â He practically hops away from you in excitement, running into his dadâs arms with pure joy.
You nod politely at your ex, who wraps his arms around your son and holds him to his chest.
âHey, little bear. Missed you,â Jaehyun laughs, kissing your sonâs forehead.
âI missed you too, dad!â
You clear your throat. âDo you want me to come pick him up on Sunday?â
Jaehyunâs eyes return to you, cold and distant like they have been for the past three years. âI could drop him off, itâs no issue. I canceled all my meetings on Sunday.â You wonder if heâs trying to imply something, as if the time taken off means anything to you.
You brush it off. âSounds good. Be good to your dad,â you give a final warning to your son, who does nothing but wave his hand in return.
Youâre about to close the door until Jaehyun quietly speaks up. âI needed to ask you something.â
You ignore the loud sound of your heartbeat in your ears. You simply nod, urging him to continue. He clears his throat, feeling a bit awkward as your son impatiently waits for his dad to take him to his other house. Itâs rare for Jaehyun to linger around like this.
âMy parents â theyâre having that annual anniversary party again in Seoul. They asked me to invite you.â
Youâre surprised, to say the least. You havenât been invited to an anniversary party since you and Jaehyun separated. His family was extremely heartbroken when you left and as a result, you havenât communicated with them since. The anniversary party, however, was a huge celebration in the Jeong family. It was a mark of success since Jeong Corporation opened almost twenty years ago, and the company has now founded themselves as one of the largest in Seoul.
âUm,â you stutter, unsure of what to say. You understood what the anniversary party implied â one whole weekend with your former second family and more importantly, Jaehyun.
âDonât- You donât have to make a decision now. You can tell me on Sunday if youâre ready.â
You nod reluctantly, and he sends you another tight-lipped smile before departing. You watch as he and your son drive away, leaving a hole in your heart as they go.
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âNo way. He wants to fuck you again!â
âJohnny!â You scold, feeling extremely embarrassed already. âHe is not! Heâs just trying to be a good son, you know how he is.â
Johnny laughs sarcastically. âYeah fucking right. Dude, itâs the Jeong anniversary party. That shit is photographed like crazy. He knows what heâs doing when heâs inviting you to go with him.â
âHeâs not inviting me to go with him,â you clarify for him, even though Johnny is throwing you a side eye as you hand him a cup of warm tea. âHeâs just inviting me to attend.â
He rolls his eyes. âPlease. Heâs been waiting for this moment with you for so long. Especially after you left him like that.â
You swing at Johnnyâs arm, causing him to clutch it dramatically and hold the end of your kitchen counter as if you just shot him. You glare at him. Even though it was still a sore subject, he found a way to bring it into conversation from time to time since he thought it was the worst decision you had ever made.
It was three years ago when you left Jaehyun, taking your son and finding a new place all to yourselves. Jaehyun was shocked to say the least, heartbroken that the love of his life took his child and ran. It obviously wasnât your first choice, but you spent too long waiting for him to come home only to be disappointed continuously. Jaehyun was just starting to become a big name within the company, wanting to work up the ladder and prove himself to his father and to the public. As a result, he spent most nights sleeping in his office and growing farther apart from you and your son. You reached a point where you couldnât handle being abandoned any longer, leaving him and giving him his first wake-up call.
Jaehyun, like everyone else, thought you were only playing a game with him at first. No one believed you would actually separate from each other, especially because you two were so in love. However, you decided you needed to do what was right for your son. You couldnât handle the lonely nights when your son would ask when his dad was coming home.
The custody agreement was simple, and Jaehyun agreed to whatever terms you laid out for him. You allowed your son to see Jaehyun every other weekend, and Jaehyun made sure to take work off whenever he had him. He was really trying, which you could see, but it wasnât enough.
Youâre not sure if itâll ever be enough again.
âI just donât think itâs a good idea,â you mumble to Johnny, already mentally rejecting the idea of attending the Jeong anniversary party. âI mean, you know us. Our feelings get carried away all the time.â
Johnny frowns. âAre you saying you still have feelings for him?â
You sigh. Johnny has been your number one support system since you left Jaehyun, and despite his help towards adjusting you to a life as a single mother, he always rooted for the two of you to get back together.
âThatâs not what Iâm saying,â you say clearly, stirring around the small spoon in your cup. You refuse to look up, knowing he can read you like an open book. âIâm just saying that being together for that long can cause cloudy judgment, you know? Plus, I donât want anything to become confusing for all parties included.â
He shrugs, knowing youâre mainly talking about your sonâs inability to understand why his mom and dad are suddenly spending time together. âI think the little sprout would like to have a weekend with both of his parents. He hasnât had that since two birthdays ago.â
You recall your sonâs third birthday party, which was the first festivity after the split. You awkwardly invited Jaehyun to come since you felt obligated, but it only resulted in tension while cutting the cake and opening presents.
âI know,â you whisper, feeling down. Your son asks you from time to time why his dad doesnât stay when Jaehyun drops him off after a weekend together, and it always breaks your heart when you have to gently explain that his dad has work to attend to. Seeing the dejected look on your sonâs face reminds you why you decided to leave in the first place. âBut donât you think itâs weird? Why would his family even want to see me again? I thought they hated me for leaving Jaehyun.â
âYeah right,â Johnny laughs. âYou saw the headlines after you guys split. Jaehyun started fighting so often with his parents. You know they loved you to death.â
âThat might have been true before. Iâm still the bitch who stomped all over their sonâs heart and took their grandson away.â
âHey,â Johnny scolds, hating when you speak lowly of yourself. âAnyone with eyes could see he was treating you miserably. It was completely fair for you to have temporary space.â
You ignore the fact that he implies the separation is still temporary.
âIâm just not sure, John. I donât think itâs a smart idea.â
âWell, I think itâs a great one,â he smiles, brushing off your heated glare. âListen, you canât keep ignoring him like heâs the plague. If you donât want the little sprout to have daddy issues when heâs older, you need to start getting along with Jae better. Just act civil, thatâs all anyoneâs asking of you.â
You chew on your bottom lip. âWill you come get me if I text you?â
âIn a heartbeat.â
Your shoulders eventually slump in defeat, and Johnny throws his arms up in victory.
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Youâre extremely anxious when Sunday afternoon arrives, which is usually when Jaehyun comes by to bring your son back. You try to shake the nerves out and remind yourself to do what Johnny told you.
Just be civil. You can do that.
You nearly jump out of your socks when Jaehyun finally knocks on the door. You shakily open it, offering him a small smile as your son comes barging through. He attaches himself to your leg, grinning widely as he waves a new coloring book in his hand.
âLook what dad got me!â
ïżœïżœWow,â you speak incredulously, kneeling down to give him a kiss. âThat was very nice of him. Did you say thank you?â
âYes!â He exclaims with glee. âCan I go color, please?â
You laugh. âGive your father a kiss goodbye first, sprout.â
Your son hurriedly kisses his fatherâs cheek when Jaehyun leans down, rushing off to his room afterwards.
You chuckle again. âYou didnât have to do that. Thank you.â
Jaehyun hums. âOf course. He really wanted it, and I wanted to do something special for him.â
You nod and the conversation settles into unbearable silence. You start gathering the courage to accept Jaehyunâs invitation before you wimp out but he talks before you can get the chance.
âListen, about what I said on Friday, you can forget about it if it makes you uncomfortable. I didnât want you to feel obligated, I just knew if I didnât pass along the message, I would get hit on sight.â
You smile, thinking about how dangerous his mother could be when her son disobeys. âNo, itâs completely fine. I mean, if itâs still okay with you, I would like to go.â
His eyes light up in surprise, and itâs the first time Jaehyunâs let his guard down with you in a while.
âReally? I didnât think youâd want to.â
You shrug. âI think it would be nice. Iâm sure the little sprout would enjoy a weekend with both of his parents too.â
âYeah,â he agrees, smiling genuinely. You forgot how much you missed seeing him so happy, dimples peeking out. âI know he would. He was talking about how excited he was today, getting dressed in a little suit and everything.â
Your heart warms at the thought of your son dressed so handsomely. âHe would be adorable. Center of the party, Iâm sure.â
âOf course. You know my mother never misses a chance to show him off,â he chuckles.
âWell, I look forward to seeing what theyâre going to try and pull off this year. Iâm assuming your mother is making it as lavish as possible,â you joke, knowing how elated his mother was when the Jeong Corporation finally gained enough funding to throw a large-scale party.
âYou know it,â he agrees, eyes sparkling in the way they used to. âI could, um, I could give you more details if youâd like.â
âOh,â you say, feeling slightly flushed. âSure, that sounds nice.â You open the door wider for him, stepping back so he can come inside.
Itâs the first time youâve really invited Jaehyun in. He came once for your sonâs birthday party and a few other times because your son really wanted to show Jaehyun some toys from his room, but never once fully initiated by you.
âCan I heat up some coffee or tea for you?â You ask politely.
âCoffee would be wonderful, thank you,â he says, following you to the kitchen.
He takes a seat on one of the kitchen stools â the same spot where Johnny told you that Jaehyun clearly wanted to fuck you again. You clear your throat, tossing the memory aside.
âSo, is there a dress code for the party? Do I need to go out and get anything?â You question, starting to brew Jaehyunâs favorite blend. The both of you choose to ignore the fact that you still remember how to make his coffee just the way he likes it.
âThey were endorsing a blue and white theme this year, but you donât have to follow those rules, of course,â he assures you.
You shake your head, turning back to him and smiling. âI will one hundred percent abide by that dress code. You know how picky those businesspeople are.â
He chuckles to himself, fiddling with his fingers nervously. You wonder if heâs just as anxious as you are.
âRight, forgot about that. So Iâll come pick up you and the little bear Friday night?â
You nod. âThat would be nice. Thanks, Jaehyun.â
âOf course,â he replies, thanking you when you hand him his coffee. âThe party shouldnât last for more than two to three hours on Saturday, but you know how my father gets with the speeches.â
âHeâs just proud, thatâs all. Itâs not everyday a company you built from the ground turns so successful.â
He nods. âEvery company comes with its sacrifices though.â
You swallow at him alluding to your separation. Luckily, youâre saved by your son, who comes running into the kitchen.
âDad!â He exclaims happily. âYouâre still here!â
Jaehyun laughs. âJust having a conversation with your mom, little bear. Did you color something already?â
Your son nods, already eager to showcase his coloring skills. Jaehyun situates him on his lap, listening as your son details the process of what colors he chose and what the monkey is doing exactly in the picture.
You grow fond at the sight, not seeing Jaehyun with your son like this in so long. You never doubted that Jaehyun loved him with his entire heart, you just always wished he made more time for the both of you.
âAnd who did you color this for, little bear?â Jaehyun asks softly, kissing his sonâs temple.
âMom, of course!â Your son says with certainty, and Jaehyun helps him rip the picture out of the book so he can hand it to you.
âThank you so much, sprout. Iâll cherish it forever,â you promise, clutching the paper to your chest.
Your son has an affinity for coloring and drawing, and as a result, most of your fridge and walls were covered in his artwork.
âIâll make one for you too, dad,â your son swears, wiggling out of Jaehyunâs arms until heâs back on the floor. The both of you watch him zoom off, warning him not to run too fast.
Jaehyun smiles. âI should get him those coloring books for adults. I feel like he would love them.â
You raise an eyebrow. âYeah right. He only enjoys these because they have animals in them. Give him a crazy pattern and heâll give up coloring forever.â
He laughs before agreeing with you. A part of you missed this â the happy laughter and talks of your son with someone who also wanted the best for him.
âMy motherâs set up a private cabin for us for the weekend,â he shares, avoiding your stare. âBut I can always have the driver take you and the little bear back here if that makes you uncomfortable.â
âOh,â you say, briefly surprised by the fact that Jaehyunâs mother set all of you together. You would think she wants you as far away from her son as possible.
Jaehyun takes your response badly, face twisting into a grimace. âItâs no problem. Iâll tell Doyoung that you would prefer coming back here instead of staying the weekend.â
âNo!â You exclaim, flushing by how loud your voice rose. âI mean, I was just shocked your mother did that for us. I thought she didnât like me anymore.â
Jaehyunâs eyebrows shot up. âMy mother? The same one that wanted to buy us an island when we told her about the pregnancy?â
You chuckle. âThat was out of the kindness of her heart, Jaehyun.â
âPlease,â he scoffs. He takes the coffee mug you hold out for him. âShe loves you more than anything. Nothing between us would change that.â
You smile, ignoring the nerves slowly creeping up every inch of your body.
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âJohnny, put that back!â
âWhy? Itâs sexy!â
You grab one of your throw pillows and chuck it at Johnnyâs head. He dodges just in time, rolling his eyes and putting your lingerie back in your drawer.
âIâm just saying, you never know whatâs going to happen. Youâll regret it later when youâre trying to fuck Jaehyun and you have nothing but granny panties.â
âI regret asking you to help me pack,â you sigh, trying your best to fit everything you need this weekend for you and your son in a small suitcase.
âIâm going to ignore that comment since Iâm willingly giving up my Friday afternoon for you. When was the last time you went shopping?â He asks.
It actually takes you a minute to stop and think about your answer. Ever since your son was born, your wardrobe has mainly consisted of haphazard pajamas. The only time you really went out and purchased clothes is if you were attending one of Jaehyunâs fancy events.
âAll of these clothes are way out of season! How have I not noticed this before?â Johnny complains, rifling through your drawers. âWe need to go shopping.â
You groan. âItâs too late for that. Jaehyun is picking us up tonight!â
The doorbell rings and you sigh again, massaging your temples in an attempt to make the headache go away. Johnny takes pity on you and answers the front door himself. You hear hushed whispers before he comes back into your bedroom, a smile on his face as he carries a large box in his hands.
Your eyebrows furrow. âWhatâs that?â
âA special delivery from one Mr. Jeong Jaehyun,â Johnny replies, a smirk evident on his lips.
Youâre still trying to recover from the shock of Jaehyun sending you anything before you realize Johnnyâs ripping open the box. He looks like a kid on Christmas morning and you canât help but lean over to see it too.
In the box is a beautiful, satin white dress that looks like a red wine loverâs worst nightmare. However, you can barely focus on the color when you can recognize exactly where this dress is from.
âDude,â Johnny says in a small voice, sounding breathless. âItâs your wedding dress.â
And if this wasnât your wedding dress â it sure as hell looked a lot like it. You remember the day you picked it out, insisting on going for a modern style instead of a princess ball gown. It was a simple, off-shoulder, stark white dress that you envisioned yourself wearing while walking down the aisle to Jaehyun.
And three years ago, you cried when you donated it to a local thrift store, refusing to continue to store memories of what couldâve been in the back of your closet.
You thought you would never see it again.
âHe said the theme was blue and white, right?â
Johnny brings you out of your train of thought. You cough, avoiding his questioning gaze.
âYeah.â
âHm.â
âWhat?â
You narrow your eyes at his suggestive tone. He shrugs.
âI think youâre going to have an interesting trip.â
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âHi, dad!â
âHi, little bear!â
Your heart melts at the sight of Jaehyun and your son together. Jaehyunâs all smiles while he straps your son into his carseat, dimples peeking out. Once heâs settled, he turns to you as he shuts the car door. You awkwardly step around each other as he helps you with your bags and you slip into the front seat.
The drive to the cabin youâll be staying at for the weekend is about an hour from your place, which means you have two choices â you could pretend to sleep and avoid speaking to Jaehyun altogether, or you could bite the bullet and make as much small talk as you possibly can.
Jaehyun makes the decision for you.
âSo howâs work?â
You muster a smile. âItâs alright. I think Iâm going to get promoted soon.â
He laughs. âItâs about time. Iâve never seen anyone else at that company work harder than you.â
You stutter at the compliment. You always forget how charming Jaehyun is, and how easy it is for him to make you feel like a teenager all over again.
You canât hold back your next question. âWhere did you find it? The dress?â
His fingers tighten on the wheel.
âItâs just a dupe I found online.â
But the response sounds too rehearsed. Too practiced. Itâs almost like he had been preparing himself for when you would inquire about it.
âJaehyun,â you whisper, and he knows you can tell that heâs lying.
He sighs, looking through the rearview mirror to check if your son has already drifted off before proceeding. âWhen you donated it, Doyoung found out and I asked him to buy it back. I know itâs your dream dress, and itâs my fault you never got to wear it. I just wanted you to have a night where you could finally show it off.â
You donât know why, but you feel tears welling up in your eyes. The idea that Jaehyun kept your dress for you all these years tugged at your heartstrings. If the dress was a reminder to you of your failed relationship, you canât imagine what he felt when he came across it in his own home every single day.
You turn your head to look out the window so he wouldnât see your crushed expression.
âYou didnât have to.â
âI did. You deserve at least that, and so much more. For now, unfortunately, this is all I can give you.â
The two of you remain silent for the rest of the trip and youâre relieved when he pulls into the cabinâs driveway. You both fall into a familiar pattern as you get out to grab your son and he heads to the trunk to take out your luggage. Youâre careful to unbuckle your son from his carseat in fear of waking him, and you relax when heâs in your arms, still sound asleep.
Jaehyun opens the front door and you marvel at the beauty of the cabin once youâre inside. Youâre not surprised in the slightest that Jaehyunâs mother hooked you up with an extremely lavish place for the weekend.
âUpstairs, first door to the right,â Jaehyun whispers, and you realize heâs telling you where your son will be sleeping.
After youâve tucked him in and made sure heâs out for the night, you tiptoe back downstairs.
Jaehyun looks like he doesnât know what to do with himself, fumbling around with the television remote, pacing in front of the entertainment dock.
âSo, um, what room will I be in?â
âOh yeah,â he says uncomfortably, quickly grabbing your luggage. âLet me show you.â
He leads you down a hallway off from the living room, opening one of the many doors and setting your stuff inside.
âHereâs your room. I, um, Iâm just across the hall. Thereâs also another room upstairs if you want to sleep closer to the little bear but itâs a lot smaller and doesnât have a connecting bathroom so I figured-â
âThis is great, Jaehyun. Thank you.â
He clears his throat and nods, quickly shuffling out of the room. He pauses in the entryway as heâs closing the door, something clearly lingering on his mind.
âYou donât have to wear the dress tomorrow, it was inconsiderate of me to assume you would want to. Iâll have Doyoung pick up something different in the morning for you to wear.â
Before you could protest, the door shuts. You sigh and run your hands down your face.
This was going to be a long weekend.
â
You and Jaehyun barely exchange any words the next day.
As promised, a new, navy blue dress hangs outside your door when you wake up. You fail to confront Jaehyun about it since he spends most of the morning playing with your son at a nearby creek. In all honesty, you want to wear your wedding dress. On the outside, it wasnât too flashy since you refused to add a train or any embellishments, and it was perfect for a formal event like the anniversary party. On the inside, everything Jaehyun said yesterday was correct â this was your dream dress, and you wanted to just have this one occasion to finally show it off.
You call Johnny before Jaehyun and your son return, and he happily picks up on the second ring.
âGot fucked yet?â
âYouâre despicable.â
Johnnyâs joyous laughter is grating to your ears.
âItâs so awkward, Johnny. We had this weird conversation about the dress so he had Doyoung get me a new one, but I actually really want to wear my wedding dress. Is that crazy?â
âNope,â he replies, popping the last syllable for emphasis. âI think youâre just afraid of what wearing the dress means for you.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
He clicks his tongue, and you can picture him shaking his head at your alleged stupidity. âThink about it. The last time you wore this dress, you were engaged and about to marry the love of your life. Donât you think wearing it again is going to spark up any old feelings?â
You ponder over the idea for a moment before shaking your head. Johnny was wrong â you just wanted to wear this dress because you liked it. You convince yourself there are no lingering feelings you should be worrying about.
âYouâre full of shit.â
âUh huh. Weâll see about that.â
However, later that night when you slip into the dress, you understand exactly what Johnny was talking about. You used to have vision boards of this dress plastered on your living room walls, picking what flowers and color scheme you wanted to compliment it. You remember Johnny even photoshopping you in this dress next to Jaehyun in his suit, the both of you standing in front of what was supposed to be your dream venue.
The memories come back to you like a tidal wave. Jaehyun planning the perfect dinner for the two of you when you were six months pregnant. Jaehyun proposing to you that night, tears in his eyes as he confessed how much he loved you. Welcoming your son into the world three months later. Trying on the dress again after his birth, worrying your body would look too different. Jaehyun getting the dress re-tailored for you when your insecurities started to affect your daily life. Your son crying night after night while his father stayed late working in his office. Postponing the wedding every year because Jaehyun was too busy. Shoving the dress in the back of your closet because you couldnât stand to see it any longer. Finally getting the courage to pack up your things and leave, taking the dress with you. Giving it away when you felt like you needed to close this chapter of your life. The chapter where Jaehyun was supposed to be your eternal love.
You donât even realize youâre crying until the door creaks open.
âMom, why are you sad?â
You immediately straighten yourself and wipe away your tears, turning to see your son at the door with his head tilted in concern. You laugh when you see his suit is half buttoned.
âIâm not sad, little sprout,â you smile, walking over to him and scooping him in your arms. âIâm so excited for tonight! Look at my handsome boy!â
He giggles when you press kisses to his cheek.
âMom,â he whines. âHelp me!â
You keep your smile on as you help him fix his suit, and you hear the door creak open again when youâre on the last button.
If Jaehyun notices the redness in your eyes, he doesnât comment on it.
âLittle bear, why donât you finish your dinner before we head out? Donât want you getting hungry.â
Your son obediently follows Jaehyunâs orders once youâre finished buttoning his suit, running to the kitchen to eat his meal.
You walk back to the full length mirror in the corner of the room in an attempt to make yourself look as presentable as possible. You can feel his eyes on you, burning a hole in your back.
âYou look beautiful.â
You falter, fingers shakily trying to put your earring on. âThank you.â
âI thought you wanted to wear a different dress.â
âNo, I actually want to wear this one.â
âOh, okay.â A pause. âAre you okay?â
âIâm fine, Jaehyun. Can you make sure Doyoung has coloring books and crayons in the car? In case the little sprout gets bored.â
âYeah. Yeah, I can do that,â he nods, and you lock eyes with him in the mirror.
He doesnât say anything else but you know heâs worried about you. He purses his lips before closing the door, and you sigh in relief when you hear his footsteps fade away.
â
âNice to see you again.â
You grin as you envelope Doyoung in a hug. The last time you saw Jaehyunâs assistant was almost three years ago at the last anniversary party you attended. Doyoung had always been a very loyal right-hand man to Jaehyun, and he used to be one of the constants in your life.
âYou look gorgeous,â he compliments, his bunny teeth peeking out.
You thank him and he helps you and your son climb into the car, Jaehyun following after. Doyoung takes the driverâs seat and rolls up the partition so you can have some privacy. You wish he would do the opposite and make small talk with you, especially since you could cut the tension between you and Jaehyun with a knife.
Your son is seated between the two of you and he plays a helpful role in the awkward atmosphere. He starts asking Jaehyun questions about the party and who will be there, which Jaehyun answers patiently as your son bombards him with question after question.
You start fiddling with the fabric of your dress, the satin slipping between your fingers. When you look up, you see Jaehyunâs eyes locked on you, and it makes you wonder how differently this picture would have looked years ago.
This car wouldâve been driving to your wedding venue with your son as the ring bearer. You would be leaning over to capture every moment of Jaehyunâs lips before you would have to kiss in front of hundreds of guests, a thought that always rattled you. You would have a bouquet of daisies bunched up in your hand, similar to the ones Jaehyun gave you on your first date. You would be scared of your veil tearing, trying your best to make sure your son didnât accidentally rip it. All while Jaehyun stares at you like you hold the world in your hands, his fingers interlacing with yours to assure you everything would be okay.
You imagine heâs thinking the same as you if the longing in his eyes is anything to go by. But then the car hits a speed bump, forcing you to break eye contact. He returns to answering your sonâs questions and you start playing with your dress again.
When you finally arrive at the Jeong Corporation building, youâre immediately greeted by your former mother-in-law.
She wraps you in her arms as soon as you step out of the car, and if you didnât know any better, you would say sheâs trying to strangle you by the sheer force of her strength.
âMy favorite daughter!â
You flush at the greeting, remembering it was her favorite nickname for you. You catch Jaehyun carrying your son from the corner of your eye, his ears blooming red from embarrassment.
âHi, Mrs. Jeong,â you reply, reciprocating her embrace.
She releases you to step back and take a look at your form. She looks exactly the same as she did three years ago, and you feel her manicured hand stroke your cheek.
âLook at you. Still so beautiful.â
You smile, slowly feeling your nerves dissipate. Maybe Johnny was right â maybe Jaehyunâs family didnât actually hate you, they just missed you.
Her gaze flickers to her grandson, and she coos at him as she takes him from Jaehyun.
âAnd hereâs my strong tiger! So handsome tonight!â
âGrandma!â Your son exclaims happily, chubby hands wrapping around her neck.
She gestures for you and Jaehyun to follow her inside the building as she begins walking. You share a glance with him before coming to a silent agreement, looping your arm through his in an attempt to show solidarity. You ignore the ache in your feet and the thumping of your heart, keeping your eyes trained on Jaehyunâs mom animatedly speaking to your son. She guides you to the conference room on the main floor, where the party is being held.
She turns to you once youâre at the entrance. âIâm going to take him to meet Yoojin, sheâs been begging to meet my grandson. And donât you two worry, Iâll take him back with us when the partyâs over. He needs to spend some quality time with his grandparents! Have a fun night together!â
And before you can protest, sheâs disappeared into the crowd, taking your son along for the ride.
Jaehyun curses. âIâm sorry. Let me catch her and let her know we want him to come back to the cabin with us.â
You stop him with a firm tug on his arm. He stares at you in confusion.
âItâs okay, let her take him. Sheâs right â he hasnât had quality time with his grandparents for a while.â
He slowly nods and slips his arm back through yours. You both donât know where to begin for the night now that your conversation helper is gone. The first stop you choose is the open bar while Jaehyun starts his formal thank you parade around the floor. Youâre waiting for your drink when you feel a tap on your shoulder.
You turn to see Seulgi, who is practically beaming at you.
âI was wondering if it was you!â She giggles and hugs you tightly.
Seulgi worked as head of marketing for Jeong Corporation, and you used to chat with her quite a lot whenever you visited Jaehyun in the office.
âI canât believe youâre here, I havenât seen you in forever,â she hums, sitting on the barstool next to you. She tells the bartender her order before focusing back on you. âHow have you been?â
âIâm good,â you chuckle, a little floored by her presence. You forgot that attending this party meant you would also be running into all of Jaehyunâs colleagues that you used to be friendly with. âHow have you been?â
She huffs. âSwamped with work, but this party is always a nice change of pace. Did you come with Jaehyun?â
You also remember how Seulgi doesnât beat around the bush.
âYes, I came with him and our son.â
âOh, I have to see him before I leave. I bet heâs all grown up now,â she murmurs. âSo youâre all back together then?â
âNo, no,â you deny, thanking the bartender when your drink arrives. âJaehyun just invited me as a plus one this year. Or plus two, I guess.â
She hums noncommittally, throwing a mischievous side eye. Actually, in this moment, you realize how much she resembles Johnny.
You feel a hand graze your back. You look up to see Jaehyun, whoâs throwing a timid smile in Seulgiâs direction.
âSorry, can I steal her for a bit?â
Seulgi smirks knowingly. âYou can have her for as long as you need, Mr. Jeong.â
His eyes narrow at her before heâs leading you away from the bar, his hand still sitting firmly on your lower back.
âSorry to interrupt your conversation,â he apologizes in your ear, sending shivers down your spine at the proximity. âI need you to be my shield for these terribly boring conversations or Iâll melt into a puddle on the floor.â
You giggle. âSo youâre throwing me into the dumpster fire?â
âMore like Iâm having you join me in the flames.â
The rest of the night eases your nerves more and more, and it gets to the point where youâre falling back into your old harmony with Jaehyun. Youâre exchanging raised eyebrows when people arenât looking, sharing your portion of small talk with the guests who approach you, and whispering in each otherâs ears when a funny joke pops up. Jaehyunâs mom even swings by with your son a couple of times, giving you and Jaehyun the opportunity to spend some time with him together. You even manage to skirt around the straining questions if you two are back together, telling people youâre just here as friendly co-parents.
Despite that, for the first time in a long time, you felt like a family again.
By the end of the night, youâre climbing back into the car with Jaehyun while his parents wave you off, holding your son in their arms and assuring theyâll take good care of him.
Once they disappear out of view, you sink back and relax. Jaehyun laughs at you.
âLong night, huh?â
âMy feet are killing me,â you complain, undoing the straps of your heels and tossing them aside.
His hand instantly comes to your neck, slowly massaging the tense muscles. You remember how he used to do that after every socially draining event you attended, and you lean into his touch.
âThank you.â
The car runs into another speed bump and the movement causes you to grip onto Jaehyunâs arm, pushing your body into his. You gasp and he grabs your waist to steady you.
His hand feels like someone took a searing hot iron to your skin, and you grip his palm out of instinct. Your eyes glance over at him and you find heâs already looking at you, his other hand still resting steady against your pulse.
You donât know who moves first.
The next sequence of events passes in a flurry, lips smashing together sloppily, hands flying around. You moan into his mouth and he unbuckles both of your seatbelts so you can climb onto his lap.
âJae,â you groan, feeling his hands lift up your dress, sneaking up your thighs.
âI fucking missed you,â he says, sucking at your neck.
âPlease, Jae,â you whimper, hands curled on the collar of his suit.
His hand firmly cups your clothed cunt and you whine loudly. You missed this â missed how rough he would get with you, how he would take you in front of anyone and everyone just to prove you were his. Itâs why you got pregnant way before you planned to, and how you uncovered his desire to fill you raw.
âSo fucking wet. This pussyâs all wet for me, isnât that right?â He hisses in your ear, his deep voice causing you to soak your panties even more.
âJust for you, only for you,â you promise.
He captures your lips again as he pushes your underwear to the side, thumb circling your clit. You cry, hips starting to move on their own accord.
You admit, itâs been a long time since you were intimate with anyone, and itâs made you quite sensitive as a result.
âWant to feel it, baby,â his tongue traces your lower lip. You can start to feel drool pooling out of the corners of your mouth, but you know Jaehyun doesnât care. If anything, he loves it when youâre sloppy like this. âWant to feel you cum around my fingers. Can you do that for me?â
Itâs almost as if his words trigger something deep inside of you, because as soon as two fingers slip in, youâre already reaching your climax. He lets you ride out your high, hips moving back and forth on his fingers as if he was just a toy for your pleasure.
âGod, youâre so fucking hot. Want to breed you so badly, baby.â
You gasp at the thought, pulling him into another searing kiss.
And thatâs how Doyoung finds you, straddling Jaehyunâs lap with remnants of your orgasm leaking onto his trousers, lips desperately connected for more.
âUm, weâre back.â
You almost scream and Jaehyun pulls you closer to protect you. In your lustful haze, you failed to realize the car had come to a complete stop and Doyoung had opened the door to help you get out.
Youâre incredibly embarrassed but Doyoung used to catch you in way more compromising positions before â one time, he had to uncomfortably barge in on Jaehyun fucking you over his desk because one of his shareholders was about to come in for an important meeting. So the fact that youâre still clothed lessens your shame.
You and Jaehyun waste no time, scrambling out of the car and quickly thanking Doyoung before sprinting into the cabin.
As soon as the doorâs closed, Jaehyunâs on his knees, pushing up your dress and dragging your hips until youâre perfectly seated on his face. You hear the rip of your underwear but you donât even care, fingers flying to grip his hair.
âPretty girl,â he mumbles, tongue darting out to lick at your folds. His hands grasp your thighs, hard enough to leave bruises. âRide my face, baby. Like you used to in those stuffy restaurant bathrooms, remember?â
Of course you remember. Every time Jaehyun brought you along to a boring business dinner, you always ended up riding his face in the bathroom just to make the night more interesting.
You channel that feeling you used to get, pushing your cunt on his tongue until you start to feel your wetness dripping down your thighs. You can hear the squelch of your pussy riding Jaehyunâs tongue, and it makes your hips move even faster to chase your release.
âS-So fucking g-good, Daddy,â you whine, your climax building in your stomach. âGonna cum for you.â
You feel him push away in favor of sucking on your clit, three fingers prodding at your entrance. You cry at the intrusion.
âToo much, Daddy!â
âGotta get you prepped, baby. You remember how hard it is for you to take my cock?â
You couldnât forget. Jaehyun had to have the perfect body, almost like he was sculpted by the gods. This meant that he was extremely well endowed and most nights, it usually took a lot of prep for him to even fit halfway into your pussy.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â you hiss when his fingers curl. âGonna cum, gonna cum.â
You have never felt more grateful to Jaehyunâs mom until that moment, because the sound of your loud moans would normally be leading towards a noise complaint from the neighbors, but since the cabin was the only house for miles, you could be as loud as you want.
Jaehyun coaxes you through your high, abusing your clit until you beg him to stop, pushing him away from the overstimulation.
When he rises up on his feet, itâs like you two are teenagers again. Heâs scrambling to take off your dress without damaging it and youâre clumsily pulling at his belt buckle until it gives. Once your dress has fallen to the ground, he throws his suit jacket somewhere and steps out of his slacks.
âNo bra?â He groans, mouth immediately latching onto your nipple.
âDoesnât- fuck, I canât wear it with the dress. The straps will show.â
He picks you up like a ragdoll, and you find yourself being thrown over the coffee table, breaking at least three mugs along the way.
âJae, be careful,â you try to scold him.
He doesnât give a single fuck, taking his cock out and giving himself a few strokes.
âRaw, baby?â
You whimper, spreading your thighs apart in anticipation. âYes, please, Daddy!â
The stretch of taking him is not unfamiliar, but it definitely fucking hurts.
âFuck, fuck, youâre so fucking big,â you wail, hands gripping his shoulders.
âHave you fucked anyone else? Let anyone else inside what belongs to me?â He asks you, his gaze growing more intense.
Thereâs that possessiveness you remember. You recall every time anyone would try to flirt with you, Jaehyun would drag you home and fuck you until you cried just to show no one else could make you feel like he does. There was even one instance where he fingered you in front of some poor guy at a club, forcing him to watch as you screamed Jaehyunâs name.
âJust one guy,â you hastily confess. âJohnny set us up but he wasnât good. He wasnât anything like you, Daddy.â
He nearly growls at the mention of another man being intimate with you, hands pushing your thighs closer to your chest so he can sink deeper into you.
âIâll kill him,â he whispers harshly down at you. You open your mouth and heâs fast to spit into it, watching you swallow. âIâll fucking kill anyone who touches whatâs mine.â
You groan, pulling him down so you can kiss him. He starts to thrust into you and itâs like you can feel yourself being split in half.
âDonât act so innocent,â you breathe into his lips. âIâm sure you did the same.â
âHavenât fucked anyone since you left,â he admits, bottoming out. You mewl and bring him closer. âI watch those movies we used to make and cum into my hand, wishing it was yours. Isnât that pathetic?â
Early in your relationship, you and Jaehyun used to make a collection of home movies for your eyes only. It ranged from fucking in your old childhood bed to getting railed on a balcony in Paris. It used to be something for you two to look at when you missed each other, but you havenât seen one in years. Knowing that he still gets off to them makes you even more wet.
âFuck, you just got so tight, baby,â he groans. âYou like knowing that I can only cum to the thought of you? That I picture filling you up every night, imagining you begging for my cock? Does that turn you on, baby?â
You curse loudly, body feeling like itâs on fire. His fingers trail down to pinch your clit and that sends you over the edge, crying and whimpering as you reach your third orgasm of the night.
Your limbs feel like jelly, but you know Jaehyunâs not even halfway done. He made you orgasm six times in one night before, and ever since then, heâs been trying to beat his record.
You feel him lift you up, still attached to his cock.
âI-I canât, Jae,â you plead, but you know itâs no use anyways.
He places you down in front of the hallway mirror, where a long table stands beneath it, filled with small trinkets and ornaments. Heâs quick to push them off, and you wince when you hear glass breaking.
âJae-â
âDonât give a fuck, baby. Iâll replace it later. Hands on the table, eyes on the mirror.â
He turns you around so your ass is facing him, and you whine when he gives it a hard slap. You obey his instructions, placing your palms on the wood and focusing on his predatory look in the mirror.
As he pushes back into you, his hand snakes around your middle, pulling you back onto his cock.
âTell me,â he taunts in your ear. âTell me how much you missed me.â
âS-So much,â you sniffle. âI fuck myself with that toy you bought me and I pretend itâs you.â
âYeah?â He snickers, offering another slap to your ass. âWhat else?â
âI miss you all the time. Miss how I could go to your office and ride you before your next meeting. Miss sucking your cock dry before you left for work. Miss you filling me up until it was dripping out of my pussy.â
He groans, pressing his face into your shoulder and biting down.
âTell me,â you whisper, starting to feel vulnerable. âTell me how much you missed me.â
âYou know how much I missed you, baby,â he replies, eyes locked on yours through the mirror. âYou know and you never need to ask.â
And thereâs no other words that need to be said, because you understand exactly what he means. You almost begin to cry at the thought of him coming home to an empty house, searching through every room for you and your son and finding nothing but empty drawers and naked bed sheets.
âDonât be sad, baby,â he murmurs, gently thrusting into you. âYou know I deserved it.â
âI missed you,â you choke out. âI missed you, I missed you, I missed you.â
He tilts the side of your face and pulls you into a kiss, railing you deeper and deeper until your toes scrape the floor.
âPlease cum in me, Jae. Please, I need it,â you beg.
âAre you back on birth control, baby?â
You shake your head. âNo, but itâs okay. Cum in me raw, itâs okay.â
âFuck, baby, you donât know what youâre asking for.â
âI do, and I want it,â you whisper to him, interlacing your fingers. âItâs okay, Jae. Fill up my pussy, baby.â
He curses loudly before releasing inside of you, filling you until his cum starts to drip down your thighs.
Heâs quick to drop back down to his knees, pulling you to his mouth again so he can send you to another orgasm. You tell him you donât need another one but he doesnât listen, fervently eating his cum out of your pussy like itâs his last meal.
You reach your high just like that, with his tongue deep inside you and your hands still gripping the hallway table.
When you come down, he lifts you bridal style and carries you to your bathroom.
âLetâs get you cleaned up, baby.â
â
You wake up to the sound of birds chirping and a large heater pressed against your back. Except the large heater is actually your ex-fiancĂ©, whoâs snoring loudly in your ear.
You smile fondly, thinking about the previous night. You reach to check your phone on the nightstand, and roll your eyes at your unread text messages.
[johnnyjsuh]: so what happened? did he fuck you?
[johnnyjsuh]: oh he FOR SURE fucked you, youâre not even reading my texts rn
[johnnyjsuh]: just confirmed with doyoung
[johnnyjsuh]: have fun whore
You feel Jaehyun stir behind you and you place your phone down. He kisses your temple.
âMm, good morning, baby. Breakfast in bed?â
You smile at the thought and nod, watching him get up and pull on his boxers. However, thereâs a lingering voice in the back of your head and you wish you could stop it before it grows, but itâs impossible.
âJae?â You question before heâs out the door, and he pauses to look at you. âWhy did you never get mad?â
He blinks a few times, processing your question. He walks over and sits at the edge of the bed, and you sit up to look at him properly.
âWhy would I get mad? You were doing what was best for you and the little bear.â
âBut I never told you. I just-â you place your head in your hands, guilt washing over you. âI just left you.â
You feel him taking your hands away from your face and he tilts your chin up so he can look at you.
âIt was a bad situation, and I caused it. You were right â I never came home, I was overworking myself to prove something to the public, and I lost everything because of it. I needed that wake-up call from you. And I shouldâve fought for you, I shouldâve begged you to come back, but I couldnât make myself do it. I convinced myself that you were better off without me, and that the little bear deserved a father who was always present. Itâs all my fault and I never want to see you blame yourself for my wrongs.â
You frown, taking your hands in his and staring into his eyes.
âDo you really believe that? That all of the blame shouldâve fallen on you?â
He nods meekly, suddenly too embarrassed to meet your stare, looking down at the sheets.
âJae,â you sigh. âYou know our relationship held equal weight on both sides. Did I wish you were more present for us? Of course. But itâs also my fault for never communicating to you how frustrated I was. I just didnât know how, and it resulted in me running away from the problem instead of working through it. I think about that day all the time â what wouldâve happened if I just waited for you to come home? What wouldâve happened if I told you how I was feeling? It was too difficult for me to process and as much as I was confident in my decision, a part of me wishes I wouldâve stayed and talked through it.â
âBut you shouldâve never been in that position in the first place,â he replies, looking more heartbroken than youâve ever seen him. âI knew I was working way too hard for something that might not even be achievable. I was so desperate to be accepted that I forgot about my family. Iâll never forgive myself for that.â
Your eyes well with tears and you wonder how long heâs carried this guilt with him. You lean over and press a soft kiss to his lips.
âI love you,â you whisper, hands still desperately clutching his. âIf you promise me that this time will be different, I want us to be together again. To try and be a family again.â
His eyes sparkle with hope and he kisses you again.
âI promise. I promise Iâm here for our family. Iâm going to be a better partner and a better father. Thank you.â
âAnd?â You raise an eyebrow and he laughs, nuzzling his head into your neck playfully.
âAnd I love you. More than anything in this world.â
His lips chase you until your head hits the pillow. You whine when his hand roughly clutches your waist.
âWe-â he starts to say, kissing down your neck. âWe have to go pick up the little bear.â
âIn a minute,â you respond, wanting to savor this moment with him. âLet me suck you off first.â
He groans. âFuck, donât say shit like that, baby. If weâre on limited time, you know Iâm making sure I get you pregnant before you walk out that door.â
You moan. âIâm pretty sure you already did that last night.â
âYou never know until a couple of tries later, right?â
He moves to drop his boxers but then he suddenly remembers something, looking bashful as he glances down at you.
âWhat? What is it?â
âI was a little too rough last night and well, I think your dress got the receiving end of most of it.â
âJaehyun!â
âIâm sorry, I tried my best not to damage it!â
You roll your eyes and turn over, pushing yourself on your hands and knees.
âPut a baby in me and Iâll forgive you.â
âI fucking love you.â
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IMPATIENCE KILLS - HAN JISUNG // warnings beneath breakÂ
genre. smut pairing. han jisung x gn!afab reader sum. your poor, needy boyfriend is desperate for a bit of relief, and itâs impossible to ignore him word count. 1.3k
tags. kinda sub!jisung, soft dom!reader, needy sex, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), ruined orgasm, implied oral at the end, a bit of biting, âmamaâ is used quite a bit, pt.2
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han jisung is a needy little bitch.Â
obviously you know this. youâve known it for a while. even before you were dating you could tell. the way he stared at you for a bit too long, how he never even joked about attempting nnn, how he hated sleepovers because he âneeds privacy at night.â and this neediness only became more obvious after you got with him.Â
the stares escalated to groping, squeezes and caresses instead of gazes and knuckle brushing. the ass grabbing, the voice notes begging you to come home faster, jumping between your thighs when he was so sure- and dead wrong - that you were sleeping.Â
itâs not that he wants to cum all the time. he just kinda needs to. his thick cock has a mind of its own, always hard and leaking over anything and everything.Â
this is especially obvious right now.Â
you were working on making some dinner for the two of you. nothing fancy, itâs movie night food. instant noodles with a bit of bacon and egg to liven it up. the alcoholic horse on your screen is the most important thing. or at least, you thought it was.Â
jisung coming up behind you wasnât anything to pay attention to. neither were his arms around your waist or the gentle brush of his lips on your neck. but as the gentle kisses deepen and you feel his groin press against the soft form of your ass, it becomes a bit clearer.Â
the hard-on rubbing against you makes it quite obvious.Â
âyou want something?â you ask him, your voice a quiet hum. he doesnât say anything back. he just whines and grinds into you. his dick is getting harder in his sweats and itâs even harder not to fantasize about it.Â
âsungie.â you start again, managing to keep your composure. âdo you want something, baby?â
âwanâ youâŠâ he whines. âwanna put it in. needa put it in.â
âyou gotta wait a bit.â you say, patting his hand. âiâm still cooking.â he shakes his head, nose brushing against the back of your neck.Â
âdonât make me waittttt.â he cries. âplease y/nnnn. iâm so hard it hurts i need it so bad please.â
you sigh, setting the noodles to the side. they need to steep for a couple more minutes anyways.
âyou need it?â you ask him.
âmhm~â
âyou neeeeed it?â
âso bad. please~â
you canât help but giggle. heâs so whiny, itâs perfect. damn near crying and you havenât even done anything. itâs already getting you wet.
âplease what?â you whisper.Â
he squirms a little bit behind you, desperate for relief. you can feel where the head of his cock poking his thigh- the fabric before it is already soaked in precum. you shiver a bit, your sopping cunt clenching around nothing. god, heâs so leaky.Â
âplease lemme put it in~â he starts. âi want you so badly, y/n. i promise iâll make you feel good too. just lemme fuck you please.â fuck, heâs so good at begging.Â
you donât say anything, afraid your tone will give away your own desperation. instead, you gently break out of his hug and bend over, resting your torso on the cool countertop.Â
jisung immediately drops down behind you, fingertips rubbing against your cloth-covered pussy. the black fabric of your panties is soaked with arousal, sticking uncomfortably to your skin.Â
âso prettyâŠâ he whines to himself. he gently peels your underwear off, letting it fall down your thighs and pool at your ankles. he plants a kiss on your entrance, licking a fat stripe up the length of your cunt. you lock your knees, ready to get some needy, pussy-drunk head, but he pulls away. youâve hardly a second to think before he pushes his cock in, bottoming out inside of you.Â
white stars of shock twinkle across your vision for a split second. he isnât the largest in the world, but his long enough that you like a bit of warning beforehand. and even though itâs nothing special you feel so full. UghâŠ
âjisung- ugh- what the fu-â
âiâm sorry,â he apologizes. âiâm sorry i know i shouldâve eaten you out but youâre so wet and i want- needed- i- i- iâll- iâll just wait a moment, âkay?â itâs a generous offer. heâs already twitching inside of you. you can feel his cock in your stomach, pressed between your plush walls and the marble countertops. it takes a moment of heavy breathing, but eventually you give him the okay to start thrusting.
and start thrusting he does.
he bunny-fucks into you, each thrust making your brain go a bit fuzzier. each snap of his hips is punctuated with the head of his cock kissing a deeper spot inside of you. even though youâre wet and relaxed, you still normally need prep, and because you didnât get any, his cock feels even bigger than normal. itâs pressing against your g-spot so hard, and every stroke past it makes you feel ready to cum.Â
âmâsorry i didnât eat you out,â he whines again. âI know I messed up mâsorry,â
âitâs okay, baby-â you sigh between moans. âfuck- feels sâgood.â
âfeels good? âm doinâ good?â
âso- fuck- just keep fucking me sungie oh my godâŠâÂ
somewhere in his mindless haze, he remembers to give your throbbing clit a bit of attention. his slender fingers tease you, your slick making his hand slide around sloppily. he rests against your back, whining in frustration as he tries to make you cum.Â
âyâneeda cum, babyâŠâ he mutters. âplease cum i know this pretty pussy can come for me please cumâŠâ heâs not even teasing or coaxing. so soon heâs desperate for you to climax so he can feel the spasming of your cunt around him. he needs to feel the rush of it, hear the moaning when your orgasm hits you. and you need it even more. itâs as though his desperation has rubbed off on you. each whine, each moan, each spasm of his fingers and stutter of his hips behind you pushes you further into madness.Â
youâre so close. so so close to the edge. youâre shuddering with it, with the tightness building in your belly. your skin tingles and burns in the best way, his slick-coated fingers pushing you to the abyss. but his movements are becoming erratic and choppy again. he just canât hold on any longer.
âfuck- âm gonna cum~!â he whines loudly.Â
âya gâna cum?â you ask him. âsungieâs gon-gonna cum?â
âmhm~â
âyou sure you canât hold on a sec-second longer?â
âno mama âm sorry sung-sungieâs gotta cum i canât hold it ânymore i jusâ gotta please-âÂ
your mind goes so fuzzy. you wanna be mean so bad. you wanna tell him to hold on, to cum before him, to have him fuck into you until heâs crying and begging but he just sounds so so sweetâŠ
âmama?â
âyou can cum, sungie,â you pant
he keens.
he unloads inside of you and bites into your shoulder so damn hard you think itâs bleeding. jisung finishes hard, and his warm cum is building up inside of you, coating your walls. he pants against your body, teeth still clamped on as his softening cock slips out with a wet pop. semen spatters against the tile floor, sticky against your thighs and ankles. your elbows shake with pleasure and your ruined orgasm. heâs mumbling nothing into your skin, you canât understand a single thing he says.
gingerly, he grabs your shoulder and turns you around. youâre still trying to catch your breath and donât fully register him sinking to his knees until his fingers are squeezing your thighs, beckoning them to open.Â
âjisung?â you ask, going a bit rigid as he kisses your throbbing clit, ignoring the cum dripping onto his chin.
ââm not gâna jusâ let you not cum..."
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a/n. helloooo my loves! thanks sm for reading- i haven't written anything in a super long time, so soz for anything choppy or nonsensical. stick around if u wanna see more, and always feel free to shoot me a req or drabble or what have you. mwah mwah mwah -sugarđ€
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