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SNSD Village
Season 1 Episode 2 : A busy Sunday
(Tiffany X Yoona X Eunha X Minju X Male Reader)
You check your phone as you walk out of your room. After waking up, your throat is feeling kinda dry, so youâre on your way to the kitchen. It seems like Tiffany sent you a message an hour ago. You smile when you read what it says. She wants to make another video. She uploaded the other two yesterday.Â
âI got some positive feedback, so why not go for another round?â
âIâm down, but I was gonna head to the gym later.â
You remember that you also have to work on your homework with Minju and Eunha separately today. Your Sunday is already packed.
You sigh as you walk down the stairs. Maybe you shouldnât have slept this long.
âNo problem. Meet me there.â
Raising an eyebrow at Tiffanyâs message, you reach the end of the stairs. What is she up to? Does she expect you to sleep with her at the gym? You have to admit, youâve never really had sex in public. But maybe, if no one is thereâŚ
You get yourself a much needed glass of water, before leaning against the fridge in the kitchen. While you drink, you quickly respond to Tiffany.
âWould you mind putting some clothes on?â
Your mom is now coming down the stairs. She told you last night that she has an important meeting at another company on Tuesday, which means she will be out of the house until then.Â
âI just woke up.â
You see that Eunha sent you a message too. Probably about the homework she has to do.
âThat doesnât mean you can just walk around in your underwear.â
Lifting your head, you earn a disapproving look from your mom.
âEspecially when my assistant is here.â
Your heartbeat stops for a second, before you turn towards the living room. There she is. Chou Tzuyu gives you a slim, but visibly amused smile. Now youâre very aware of the fact that you really are almost completely naked. But you try to play it off. In your eyes, youâve worked out more than enough recently, to feel comfortable in your own skin.
âGood morning, Miss Chou.â
âGood morning, Mr. Seo.â
You smile at her, hoping you donât look awkward.
âHow are you doing?â
âIâm good. Thank you.â
Now she looks around you, focusing on your mom.
âMs. Seo? We need to leave now, if we want to catch the plane.â
âRight, Right. Give me one more minute, Tzuyu. Why donât you start the car? I will be there in a moment.â
Chou Tzuyu slightly bows in your direction, before heading towards the door.
âBehave yourself.â
You turn around, your mom now grabbing a cup of coffee Tzuyu probably bought her on her way.
âMom, you donât have to tell me that, everytime youâre gone for a couple of days.â
âOh, really? Do you want to go over this again?â
You roll your eyes.
âGood. Now, Jisoo will be staying with you two, while Iâm gone. And I will ask her what youâve been up to, once Iâm back, got it?â
âYes, mom.â
You finish the water and place the glass on the counter.
âShe will be here in two hours. So please stay here with Seri until then.â
âI will.â
âGood.â
Your mother grabs her purse and walks past you.
âGive me a kiss.â
She smiles at you, before presenting you her cheek.
âMom. Iâm not a child.â
A glare from her makes you shut up and place a kiss on her cheek.
âHave a safe flight.â
You mumble, before you watch her heading out.
âIâm struggling with homework. Could you maybe come over and we can do it together?â
You read Eunhaâs message as you walk back upstairs. You already planned on doing homework with Minju today and now you are determined to not miss out on going to the gym. So you first think about saying no. But maybe the three of you could work together?
âI have a lot of stuff to do today. But I was going to do the homework with Minju anyway. Iâm gonna ask her if itâs okay if you join us.â
âThanks, oppa. I appreciate it.â
You send Minju a message, before taking a shower and getting dressed.
âOppa, Iâm hungry.â
âI know. You already told me that.â
You reach for a drawer and take out Seriâs favorite snack. Cookies.Â
âBut only two. Jisoo will be here later and she will make you lunch.â
You hand Seri the cookies. You watch her as she starts to munch on them. They arenât big, at least for you, but Seri is holding one with both hands.
âYouâre cute.â
You pat her head, before opening the fridge.
âThanks, oppa. I get that a lot.â
âReally?â
You barely suppress a laugh as you fix her a glass of milk.
âYes. Mom says it everyday.â
âShe is not wrong.â
You slide the glass over the table.
âBut she never says it to you.â
âYeah, because I'm not as small as you, shorty.â
After taking your momâs leftovers from last night out of the fridge, you put them in the microwave.
âI think youâre cute, oppa.â
âWell, thank you, Seri.â
You lean against the fridge as you watch her take on the second cookie. She threw a fit, when your mom bought a different kind than usual a week ago. But it seems like Seri has forgotten all about that already. Actually, she even declared that these are now her favorite.Â
The sound of the front door opening makes you look up from your phone. Minju just texted you that she is fine with Eunha being there too. But since her sister has a friend over, the three of you canât work at her house. After informing Eunha, she happily invited the two of you to come over to her place.
âOh god, yes! Make them watch!â
Tiffany cries out as you keep up the pace. She is bent over the big, silver stability ball. Only her hands and feet are touching the ground.
After youâre little roleplay a couple of minutes ago, you are now fucking her from behind, while filming her with one of her cameras. Tiffany made you pretend to walk in on her pilates class and then accused you of staring at her inappropriately. After some back and forth, she then acted surprised by your visibly hard cock in your shorts, completely forgetting about the imaginary people who are attending her class. She said something about adding some chatter and gasps here and there during editing, to really make it seem like there are more people in the room.
But right now, itâs only the two of you.The second camera is placed between you and Tiffany and the other people, filming her from the front, while you capture the view of her ass from behind. She is still wearing her white sports bra, but the sweater she tied around her waist is already lying in some corner of the pilates room. Her white leggings are only pulled down to her knees, so her ass and thighs are exposed.
Being stuck in this compromising position means for her, that she canât do anything, but take your pounding like a good pilates instructor.
You hear her nails scratch on the wooden floor as you tighten your grip on her waist. Pushing her forward a little, you make sure that her cleavage is perfectly captured by the other camera. You put the camera you were holding down on the floor to your left, making sure it films the both of you. Now that you have two free hands, you hold her waist with both of them, squeezing her skin, as you fuck her as hard as you can. The sounds of your hips meeting her nice, tight ass echo through the room, accompanied by her moans.Â
âYou like being watched, huh?â
You give her right cheek a slap.
âYes, make me your bitch.â
Tiffany whines as you give her another spank.
You lean over her a little more, pressing her body further into the plastic ball. Tiffany lets out a deep breath as the air gets forced out of her body. Another spank makes Tiffanyâs head drop. Her weak body is getting thrown around by your thrusts, her face now covered by her hair.
âDonât hide.â
You reach down, pulling her head up by her hair. Tiffany groans in pain and pleasure as she feels her scalp burning and your cock sending spikes of ecstasy through her body.
âLet them watch.â
Another hard and deep thrust from you makes Tiffanyâs whole body sink further into the ball. It enables you to reach forward with your other hand as well. Now, one is holding her hair in a fist, while the other is rudely holding onto her chin.
âLet them see what a whore you are for my cock.â
You are speaking through your teeth by now. Tiffanyâs pussy is slowly becoming too much for you to handle. Her wet slick is making it so easy for you to fuck her hard, so now youâre in way too deep.
This wasnât your idea to begin with. This over the top degrading and manhandling her. That was all Tiffany. To use her words:
âUse me like a toy. I want this to look really dirty.â
And now youâre holding her hair and jaw, while fucking her from behind, making her groan and moan into the camera in front of her.
âYes! Fuck me deeper, please!â
Itâs hard for Tiffany to talk with your hand on her chin, but she still manages to do so, earning a couple of particularly deep thrusts from you.
âTell them how much you love it. Beg for it.â
You pull her hair a little harder, making Tiffany yelp in response.
âI need it! I love your cock!â
You take a step closer, so youâre now almost standing above her ass, instead of behind her.
âI canât live without it anymore! Please! Give it to me!â
When she first explained how nasty this was gonna get, you wondered why she would do something like this. But now, her way too exaggerated words even turn you on. They make you treat her even rougher.
âIâm gonna cum so deep inside of you.â
âOh, gosh! Please breed me! I want to show how well I can take your cum!â
You untangle your hand from her hair and place it on her chin as well. Now, youâre holding her jaw with both hands as you fuck her from behind, arching her back like a bow. Her cleavage is on display for the camera once more. But the only thing you care about right now is to finally cum inside of her.Â
Tiffanyâs cries and whines have been reduced to weak moans, because she canât open her mouth properly. You fuck her as hard as you can, feeling how her pussy is squeezing your cock. How her walls are trying to coax you into breeding her.
And finally, you do exactly that. You paint Tiffanyâs pink walls with your sticky cum. A comfortable warmth spreads through her body as it welcomes your seed. You thrust as quickly into her as before, but with much less power. Youâre falling off your high, your thrusts chasing after every tiny bit of pleasure you can get from Tiffanyâs cum filled pussy.
âOh wow.â
Tiffany laughs, back to her old self.
âSeems like you got really into it at the end there. Nice touch with holding my jaw. I liked it.â
You feel a weird sense of pride as Tiffany compliments you.
âThank you.â
You look down as you slowly start to pull out of her. Yejiâs mom doesnât move, even when your cum starts to run down her thighs. Only a weak moan escapes her lips.
âDo you need a hand?â
A proud smile is playing around your lips.
âDonât act all cocky. â
Tiffany is still facing away from you, but she probably heard it in your voice.
âJust give me a moment.â
Once she gets off the ball, you hand her the pack of tissues that she brought in her bag. You watch her clean herself. Even after just fucking her, you canât help but admire her body. You wonder if you will ever get tired of it.Â
âLet me change into something else and then we can go again?â
âAgain?â
You didnât expect her to be this into it. But then again, it is basically how she makes a living. So it does make sense that she wants to shoot as much content as possible in one go.
âWhat? You canât keep up?â
Tiffanyâs teasing smile makes you shake your head.
âI can go for another round right now.â
You step closer again.
âI see.â
With the same smile, Tiffany reaches down and wraps a hand around your cock.
âFucking a younger guy really has itâs benefits.â
You feel her stroking you and you reach down to let a finger glide along her labia.
âDamn.â
She sighs, her voice already shaking a little, her pussy still sensitive from the rough pounding she just took.
âJust let me get changed.â
Tiffany shoots a more seductive smile your way.
âTrust me, youâll love it.â
You already thought that Tiffany looked amazing in the outfit she wore for the first video. But you feel yourself getting fully hard as soon as you see her standing in the door again. The white sports bra doesnât just show off her nicely shaped bust, but also her tight midriff. You have to admit that, despite her age, Tiffany really has an amazing body. Her legs are clad in black leggings, which are mostly hidden by the black and yellow jacket she tied around her waist.
âAlright, young man. You up for round two?â
âYeah.â
You try to sound relaxed, but youâre sure Tiffany heard that your voice was an octave higher than usual.
âNow, this will be the second part of the video we did yesterday. âMy daughterâs classmate is back to work me out againââ
âWell, thatâs a catchy title.â
It does sound a little over the top. But you do have to admit, if you saw that title on some porn site with Tiffany on the thumbnail, youâd click on it without another thought.
âDonât get cheeky with me.â
Tiffany raised an eyebrow at your comment and is now reaching for her water bottle.
âJust because youâre dicking me down doesnât mean you can come up with some snappy replies here and there.â
âWhat do you mean âhere and thereâ? Thatâs just me.â
âReally? And where is the boy, who almost begged me to have sex with him yesterday?â
âI didnât beg for anything. I was just hoping you would see this as an opportunity for you.â
Tiffany chuckles.
âFor me? I have a feeling that you might be getting more out of this than I am.â
Her slightly raised eyebrows and her mocking tone seem to insinuate something.
âYou mean the sex? I could call a girl in my class right now and she would be down for some fun.â
You try to sound relaxed, despite knowing that thatâs not entirely true. She might. But you arenât certain.Â
Despite always being more comfortable with skinship than others, Eunha has become more handsy recently. At least it seems like that to you. Her sitting on your lap in school did happen before, but the fact that she let your hand rest on her thigh⌠Interesting, to say the least.
But all of your thoughts on Eunha are quickly thrown to the side, when Tiffany steps in front of you.
âAlthough I donât believe you, I think we should start with round number two.â
You nod, waiting for her lead. It still feels odd to you that this feels way more like work or a transactional relationship than it should be. But then again, youâre getting to have sex with Tiffany, so who are you to complain?
After she told you what to do, you sit on a bench nearby. Tiffany makes sure the camera is facing you, but not showing your face.
âOkay then.â
She nods at you, which is the signal for you to pretend as if youâre drinking.
As you do so, Tiffany starts the recording. She waits a moment, before walking into the frame.Â
âOh, how are you doing?â
Her sudden cheerful attitude almost surprises you. She is able to switch so quickly. You wonder if Tiffany ever thought about being an actress.
âIâm good, thanks. Iâm surprised to see you here, Ms. Hwang.â
âWhy would you say that? Do you think all of this comes from nothing?â
She gestures down on herself. The camera, focused on her face, captures her satisfied smirk, when you look her up and down.
âNo, I just-â
Tiffany puts a finger on your lips to shut you up.
âListen. The gym is empty. Weâre alone here. And I still remember what you did to me that night.â
âWhat are you trying to say, Ms. Hwang?â
âI want you to properly stretch me out again. Right here.â
She straddles your lap and you can feel her tight ass rubbing against your clothed cock. The second camera films the two of you from the side.
âR-Right here? But what if someone-â
Tiffany shuts you up once more, but with her lips this time. She makes sure to slowly grind herself on your cock, while the two of you deepen the kiss.
âI canât wait to ride you again. I already started to miss your dick inside me.â
She speaks into your mouth, her words making you even harder than before.
You feel her tugging at the waistband of your shorts. Reaching around her, you grab two handfuls of her cheeks. Tiffany quickly pulls your shorts off your cock. Just enough, so she can wrap her hand around it. The other reaches for her bra, squeezing her own tits. You quickly undo the knot that holds up the light jacket around her waist. After throwing it away, you hook your fingers between her waist and her leggings.
âDonât bother. Just rip âem.â
You look up at her with genuine surprise. Youâve never tried this before. But Tiffanyâs lust filled eyes make you act quickly. You grab the black fabric right above her pussy. Itâs already damp. Digging your fingers into the soft material, you pull at it. Tiffany gasps in arousal as she hears how you rip open her pants. You reveal her cleanly shaven pussy, her lips and the skin around it visibly wet. Youâd have loved to give it another taste, but Tiffany has other things in mind. She spits into her hand, before wrapping it around your cock once more. Her wet hand now stroking your cock has you thrust up towards her.
âI canât believe youâre this hard for me.â
Tiffany lifts herself off your lap and aligns your tip with her brown folds.
You watch how your length slowly disappears inside her already familiar pussy. Her eyes close quickly after. Your hands on Tiffanyâs waist start to move her up and down. Her thighs flex on top of your lap as she follows your lead. Her own hands sneak around your neck, which pushes her chest further in your direction.
Tiffanyâs moans become louder as the two of you pick up the pace. You thrust upwards, whenever you pull her down on you. You hit the deepest spots inside of her, which makes her hold onto your neck even harder. Her nails slightly dig into your skin.
âReally make me bounce on it, baby. I need it so bad.â
Her sigh makes you reach around her and grab her cheeks once more. The thin material almost makes it seem like she isnât wearing pants at all. Having more leverage now, you lift Tiffany higher every time, before letting her fall onto your cock.
âGosh, yes!â
Her cry tells you, youâre doing it right. Tiffany feels how you part her walls, how you stretch her out, with every bounce you make her do. Her eyes have been shut tightly this entire time. The pleasure overwhelms her as she completely forgets about the cameras surrounding the two of you.
âFuck, fuck, fuck!â
Her lewd words are timed with every bounce, with every spike of pleasure you send up her spine. By now, her head is buried in your shoulder. Her hands have fallen down onto your back, her body slowly getting drained of its energy. That energy gets replaced by ecstasy. You can feel it too. How Tiffany keeps tightening around you. How her ripped open pants get wetter. She isnât moving at all anymore. Youâre doing all the work, lifting her up and down.
While you do so, the growing urge to just ruin her entire being becomes unbearable. Making her bounce on your length is nice and all. But you need to be more active. You really need to rail her, like you did before. Tiffany has awakened something in you. Something primal. Something that needs to use her body for its own pleasure.
You stop lifting her up. Tiffany lets out a cute whine of disappointment. If only you knew how close she was to-
You stand up, still buried deep inside of her.
âWhat are you doing?â
Her weak sigh leaves her lips, her mouth right next to your ear.
âI need to fuck you so bad.â
You speak through your teeth as you walk towards the pilates cadillac. Only glancing behind you once, you make sure the two of you are still getting filmed. Once you reach it, you do your best to let Tiffany down gracefully and turn her around. The feeling of her pussy doing this circular motion around your cock almost makes you creampie her right then and there. But you hold it together. Grabbing one of her legs, you lift it over one of the bars. Her ass looks even better from behind now. You make her take a step to the right, making sure the camera captures such a beautiful view.
Except for a moan here and there, Tiffany has kept quiet so far. But now that youâre thrusting into her again, her lips become busy once more.
âFuck yes, harder!â
One of your hands is still holding onto her waist, while the other now reaches around her. You canât help but give her tits some nice squeezes through her top. Tiffanyâs moans become louder as she feels your hand groping her mounds, occasionally pinching her nipples on accident, due to the thin material.Â
âShit, youâre good.â
Your hips smack against her thinly covered ass from behind, while you keep holding onto her waist and tits. But you can feel how Tiffany tightens around you once more. You feel her juices dripping down your cock.Â
âYour young cock feels so fucking good!â
Tiffany becomes louder and her words dirtier. It gets worse the harder and faster you fuck her. You catch a patch of red skin underneath your hand and you feel how she pushes your other hand further down. Your hand wanders over that tight midriff of hers. You still canât believe you are able to touch it right now. So often did you stare at it, when you saw her around the neighborhood or at a school event. You always wondered how sexy she would look, with your cum all over her toned tummy.Â
âRight there, yes.â Tiffany mewls, your hand now reaching the torn part of her leggings.Â
You keep your pace steady, making sure your cock thrusts into her tight snatch as deep as it can go. At the same time, you now let your fingers touch her clit, turning her into a begging mess.
âRub it harder, yes. Give it to me. Use me.â
âFuck.â
You groan, feeling how Tiffanyâs tight pussy slowly pushes you towards your orgasm. But you do your best to hang on. You canât stop now. The feeling of her juices on your cock, how her walls give you these tight squeezes at random intervalsâŚ.It just feels too good to stop.
Your fingers on her clit keep rubbing it, forcing Tiffany to shut her eyes once more, her mouth spewing more and more curse words. But soon, you can feel a new level of tightness. Her walls squeeze you harder, her body seems to have become warmer. Her moans are more frequent. And then, it happens.
âOh! What the fuck?!â
You almost lose it as well. The both of you are surprised. But Tiffany is cuming on your cock. You feel her pussy tightening around you. Her walls massage your cock, her cute moans are higher than her usual ones. Unable to see it, you can only feel how her juices make your cock dripping wet. Some of her liquid spills out of the connection between the two of you, leaving a long trail on her skin, before it disappears underneath her pants
âOh my god.â
Tiffany has calmed down and you think youâre ready to keep going again. It was almost too close for you. But you canât help but smile, knowing you just made her cum.Â
âThat was actually amazing.â
She is still breathing heavily. Youâre not quite sure what did it for her. The position? The fact that youâre filming? The way you fucked her? Or the way you played with her clit? Maybe a mixture of some of them.
When she turns her head to look over her shoulder at you, you see a tired, out of breath Tiffany. But her eyes tell you to do it again. Make her cum around your cock, until she loses control.
You move her again, this time laying her down on the pilates cadillac. The black fabric feels cold against her bare back, but Tiffany is only distracted for a second. A moment later, she feels you entering her once more. You kneel on the bench she is lying on, now holding onto both her thighs.
âThatâs it. Right there.â
She moans, her pussy stretching around your cock easier now. Both, her hole and your dick, are wet with her juices, which ensures a smoother fucking.
âLift my hips.â
Her moan, or rather order, makes you hold onto her waist. You lift her up, but not without a little bit of embarrassment. You would like to think that you are fine with learning more from her, but at the same time, you already want to be the best. You want to turn her into a mumbling mess, without her needing to tell you what feels best for her.
You raise her ass off the fabric, wanting to prove how well you can do. Soon, Tiffanyâs hands land on her white top once more. You watch her groping and massaging her own tits through the thin material.
âThatâs it, baby. You stretch me out so good.â
Your fingers dig further into the skin on her waist. One side is already red from the previous position you put her in. This way, you can drive yourself even deeper inside of her. The angle makes it possible. Gliding along her smooth walls, you suddenly hit a slightly rougher spot. The touch makes Tiffanyâs back arch as she throws her head back.
âFuck, yes! Thatâs the spot! Right there!â
She sounds almost desperate. As if she is afraid you wouldnât be able to hit it again. But your next thrust lands on the same spot. You tip grazes along its small length, sending jolts of pleasure through Tiffanyâs system. As you feel your own orgasm starting to approach, you pick up the pace a little, hoping you donât cum too early.
Soon, the both of you are almost there. You can feel the familiar signs around your cock. Tiffanyâs tight walls, her juices, her lips, which stick to your length whenever you move. And Tiffany can feel your cock throbbing, how you get thrown off your rhythm. Your thrusts become irregular, which surprisingly turns her on even more. The fact that she is about to make you cum again. That you canât fight her pussy.
One last, deep trust is all it takes for the both of you to groan in union. You shoot your cum deep inside Yejiâs mom once more, while Tiffany milks your cock with her tight snatch. Her pink walls squeeze every drop out of your cock, until youâre completely spent.
After the two of you have recovered, you scoot back a little. You watch how your cum leaves her freshly fucked pussy. When you look behind her, you realize that this last part was barely filmed. Tiffanyâs head was definitely in the way. But you donât really care right now. You are still catching your breath, while one last jolt rushes through Tiffanyâs body. You feel proud of yourself, knowing you made her cum. Twice. This feels even better than just fucking her, or getting to cum inside of her. The fact that you were able to make her orgasm and it even got captured on camera, places a dumb smile on your face.
You empty your bottle after your third rep of squats. While sweat drips from your soaked hair, you walk towards the water dispenser in the corner of the large room. Tiffany left barely fifteen minutes ago. After she looked presentable again, you accompanied her outside and waited for her to drive off, before you started your workout. The loud sound of the water hitting the insides of your bottle echoes through the otherwise silent building. Thatâs why youâre more than just surprised, when you hear a door open on your right. Itâs the womenâs locker room. The menâs is on the left. Turning towards the door, you are greeted by a gorgeous and welcoming smile.
âHello, Ms. Im.â
âYouâre Minjuâs friend, right?â
Im Yoona doesnât stop smiling at you as she walks out of the locker room.Â
âYes. We have most of our classes together.â
âOf course I know you. My daughter talks a lot about you. Plus, Iâm your motherâs friend, remember?â
Thatâs true. Ms. Im and your mom are more than just business partners. But lately, you barely do anything but focus on school and working out, so you donât see Ms. Im often.
She leans forward a little, before putting her hand next to her mouth as if she doesnât want anyone to read her lips. The gym is completely empty, but she only whispers.
âOne might think she wants to be more than just friends.â
Youâre not sure what to say. Minju is a pretty girl. But just a friend.
âI got you there, didnât I?â
Ms. Im lets out a satisfied laugh, visibly amused by your flustered reaction. While she collects herself again, you finish filling up your bottle.
âYou should come over more often though. Minju mentioned the two of you are doing your homework together today?â
You nod. Since your place is closer to school than Minjuâs, the two of you usually hang out at yours after school.
âIn the afternoon, yes. Ms. Kim told us to write an essay.â
âAh, history. Thatâs why Minju asked you to work together.â
Youâre surprised that Ms. Im knows that thatâs your strong suit.
The two of you walk towards the other side of the gym, where you left your towel.
âAre you going to continue?â
You look up at Ms. Imâs question, after sitting down on the floor.
âUhm, yes I am.â
You use the towel to clean the sweat off your face.
âWell, youâre totally wet. I donât know if sweating this much is healthy.â
âIâm sorry.â
You feel a little embarrassed, remembering that youâre a soaked mess. You probably donât smell so great either right now.
"No, it's fine. I just donât want you to do too much. You look like youâve already been working out a lot recently.â
âThank you, Ms. Im. Iâm just⌠You know, trying to get a little more physical.â
âOh, I can see that.â
You feel an embarrassed flush on your cheeks. Youâre not used to getting compliments. Especially not from a gorgeous woman like Ms. Im. Now that youâve calmed down a little, youâre finally able to take in her outfit. She is wearing tight black yoga pants and a gray sweatshirt. But the sweatshirt is only covering the upper half of her upper body. You marvel at Ms. Imâs toned midriff for just a moment.
âThank you, Ms. Im. You look veryâŚâ
You search for the right words to describe Minjuâs mother. After getting drained by Tiffany twice in a row, your dirty mind is still active. Sexy or fit donât really seem appropriate.
âVery much in shape too. But I usually donât see you often here.â
âThanks, sweetie. I do a lot of my workouts and stretches at home. Privacy and all that, you know?â
When she mentions that she stretches, your dirty mind is working overtime once more. It almost feels like Tiffany has corrupted you. Now, you just want to place your hands on her thighs, run them over her leggings, feel her ass, touch that midriff and-
You stop yourself. She is still Minjuâs mother. This isnât right.
âI get it.â
You smile at her, before taking a gulp of your water.
âBut what are you doing here then, if you donât mind me asking?â
Ms. Im lets out a melodic chuckle at your curiosity.
âWouldnât you like to know?â
With a teasing wink, Ms. Im disappears into the room you and Tiffany defiled earlier. You just hope you cleaned up everything.
You continue on with your workout. You and the two girls decided on 4 pm, which is in two hours. So you still have about an hour before you have to head home. After taking another sip of water, you pick up two dumbbells and continue with your routine. Watching yourself in the mirror, you catch how sweaty you are yet again. Ms. Im probably didnât mean anything by it, but her comment made you a little self conscious now. You finish the first set with ease. The second one is a struggle towards the end. And the third makes your arms burn. Your sweat is dripping off your brows now, you can taste it on your lips. Just when youâre about to start set number four, you see the door to the pilates room open behind you through the mirror.
Ms. Im walks out of the room. You canât help but stare, especially since she opened her sweater while she was gone. She is now showing off her black sports bra, which is matching her pants.
You only realize she is walking towards you when your eyes meet through the mirror. Putting the dumbbells back on the rack, you reach for your towel. Turning around, you wipe your face, just when she comes to a hold right in front of you.
âIâm sorry to interrupt your workout, but would you mind lending me a hand?â
Once more, your dirty mind goes into overdrive. It wouldnât have been a problem anywhere else. But her choice of words, the empty gym⌠You canât help but fantasize just a little.
âOf course, Ms. Im. How can I help you?â
âWell, I play a dance teacher in an upcoming drama.â
Minjuâs mom is a famous actress. She is in a lot of good movies and dramas. So youâre actually excited to hear that she is working on something new.
âAnd so Iâm working on my flexibility and learning a couple of dance moves. But Iâm still having some trouble with specific positions. Since no one else is hereâ
She gestures around the empty gym.
âI had hoped you could spare me a couple of minutes.â
âIâd love to.â
âGreat.â
Ms. Im beams up at you, before taking your hand and leading you inside the pilates room.
âBy the way, do you know whoâs bottle this is? I found it here.â
She points at the blue bottle, which is standing on the dresser to your right.
"Ah, yes. Thatâs Ms. Hwangâs. We worked out together earlier today.â
âReally?â
Ms. Im turns around to look at you. Her expression looks a little weird to you. Her brows are furrowed, her lips pressed together. Does she know that TiffanyâŚYou hope not. You donât want her to think you slept with Yejiâs mom.
âYes, since she is a fitness coach and all that, she gave me some pointers. We ran into each other outside.â
Youâre surprised to see her scoff. She mumbles something under her breath, before she leads you past the mats and the pilates cadillac.
You couldâve sworn you heard her say:
âSons too now? Slut.â
But why would Ms. Im assume you slept with Tiffany, just because you two worked out? Weird. Maybe you heard wrong. Or did she catch her sleeping with someone else and now thinks you slept with her too because of that?
Your thoughts come to a halt, when you see Ms. Im choosing a song on her phone. She presses the plus button on her speaker a couple of times and the room starts to fill with music.
âIâm sorry Ms. Im, but Iâm not really a good dancer.â
âDid you never learn how to dance?â
âJust a little. With myâŚex.â
She definitely caught your pause. Because her face changes a little.
âOh no. The two of you broke up?â
Ms. Imâs voice is full of empathy. She strokes your arm, looking at you with pity.Â
âYeah. Couple weeks back.â
âIâm sorry, dear. I know how much that sucks.â
While it is nice to get comforted, you also feel a little off. You donât need anyone's pity. Youâre not five anymore. You can deal with this on your own.
âItâs alright. We didnât have a big fight or something.â
âIs that the reason why youâre working out so much recently? Trying to get over your breakup?â
âI think Iâm over her already. But thank you for caring.â
Ms. Im looks like she is about to say something, but decides to stay silent.
âIf you show me what you need me to do, I will try my best.â
âThatâs sweet of you, honey.â
You can still see the sympathy in her eyes, but she starts to explain what she needs you to do.
After the fourth song you feel like youâre already an expert. Ms. Im really is a good teacher. You can now move to the rhythm easier, while focusing on actually helping her practice. Your hands are connected, while her other one is resting on your shoulder and yours is placed right on her waist. Youâd usually wear something more formal like a dress and a suit for this kind of dance, but itâs nice nonetheless.
Being aware that your hand is occasionally grazing her naked waist makes you a little nervous. This is Minjuâs mother after all. Your mind keeps going places it shouldnât. If you would just pull her a little closer, so her body is flush against yoursâŚOr lean down a little, admiring her gorgeous eyes⌠Let your hand move further up, so itâs fully placed on her naked skinâŚ
So many inappropriate thoughts are running through your head, that you couldn't hear what she just said.
âI think I got a hang of this. It feels natural now.â
âOh, sure.â
The two of you come to a hold. Ms. Im turns off the music, before walking up to the ballet bar close to the wall where the mirrors are.
âI hope you still have some time to spare? There are one or two positions Iâm still struggling with.â
âNo problem. I have more than enough time.â
You smile at her as you step closer.
âGreat. So, there is a scene in the drama , where I teach a ballet class and I need to show off my flexibilityâŚâ
Ms. Im takes a hold of the bar on her left side and raises her right leg. You watch in awe as it goes higher and higher, until her foot is almost the same height as her chest.
âWow, thatâs pretty impressive.â
âBut I need to get my foot on the same height as my head. So if you wouldnât mind lifting it for me further, I would really appreciate it.â
âSure.â
You hesitate for a second, not exactly sure on where to grab her. But you eventually decide on her thigh and her calf, pushing her leg upwards.You donât stop, until you see her furrow her brows and hiss in pain.
âSorry.â
You mumble, about to lower her leg again.
âNo, itâs fine. Give me a second.â
The two of you donât move for a couple of seconds, until Ms. Im nods.
âOkay, keep going.â
The determination on her face makes you lift her leg further. Youâre almost there, but she shakes her head, obviously in pain again.
âYou almost got it.â
You try to encourage her and Ms. Im gives you the signal to keep going. You feel yourself leaning against her a little as you push her leg up to her limit. Eventually, her foot does reach her ear. You see her other leg shake slightly, but she doesnât say anything. Looking down, you lock eyes with her. When you catch her stealing a glance of your lips, you realize how close the two of you are. You back away a little and lower her leg. Ms. Im sighs in relief.
âThank you. Can we try again?â
You help her out five more times. When she lifts her leg for attempt number six, you watch her foot finally reach her head on its own. Ms. Im lifts her head to look at the ceiling, doing her best to copy the exact stance. You only last a second. You canât help but give her center a quick glance. Since her leg is raised high, you have a perfect view of the outlines of her lips. Barely visible, but they are definitely there.
âAlright.âÂ
You immediately focus back on her face as she slowly puts her leg down again.
âI think this was enough for today. Thank you for helping me.â
âIt was my pleasure, Ms. Im.â
You see her putting on her thinking face, her elbow resting on her other arm, her chin placed in her hand.
âI feel like I should help you out too. And I think I know just the thing.â
Your eyes widen, when hers focus on your shorts.Â
âMs. Im?â
âWell, you say youâre over your ex, but youâre clearly not. So why donât I help you see clearly again, hmm?â
Youâre surprised when she suddenly steps forward and reaches for your crotch. Her hand cups your length through the thin material of your shorts.
âI donât know-â
âItâs okay, honey.â
Ms. Im smiles up at you.Â
âI can see, you still like her. But trust me, itâs not healthy for you to keep thinking about her this way.â
You swallow hard, fully aware that your friendâs mother is gently stroking your cock through your shorts.
âMs. Im, I donât know if this is really appro-â
âCome on, honey.â
She whispers, her hands already pulling down your elastic waistband.
âLet me give you a treat.â
Her eyes focus on your crotch again, when your shorts drop to the floor, your boxers with them.You see her smirk as she wraps a hand around your shaft.
âLooks like Iâm in for a treat too.â
You canât believe this is actually happening. Ms. Im, Minjuâs mother, squats down in front of you, her hand still around your cock. She looks up at you with a caring smile, before slowly opening her mouth and guiding you inside. You hold your breath, feeling hers on your skin. But before she closes her lips around your shaft, she pulls back.
âJust teasing you a little.â
Her mischievous smile makes you bite your lip. Suddenly Ms. Im places her lips on your naked thigh. She gives you a kiss and then sticks out her tongue. You let out a deep breath as you feel her licking up your thigh, towards your crotch. You can see how your sweat leaves your skin and finds itself on her tongue.Â
Still too stunned to do anything, you watch her do the same to your other thigh.
âDelicious.â
She kisses your abdomen, right above your cock.
You canât believe that this is actually happening. This is way different from what you have with Tiffany. For some reason, this feels more intimate. Her smile tells you how much she likes the taste of your sweat as she licks her lips. You never expected Minjuâs mother to act like this.
Her hand is still giving your cock long, slow strokes, while she peppers the skin around it with small kisses. She gives you an occasional lick, which sends goosebumps up your spine every time.You never had anyone do this to you before. But it looks like Ms. Im is thoroughly enjoying it. She gives your inner thighs a long, slow lick on either side. You hear her humming with satisfaction, before she backs away again.
âYour body tastes so good. I could do this for hours.â
Pictures of Ms. Im, cleaning your whole body, flash through your head. You feel yourself getting harder at the thought. This feels dirty to you. Too dirty for Minjuâs mother to do it. Or even consider doing it. But there she is, squatting in front of you, with your dick in her hand.
âYou can relax, honey. I can feel how tense you are.â
Ms. Im gives you another loving smile as she gives your thighs gentle squeezes.
âLet me take care of you. And enjoy yourself.â
She places both hands right next to your cock, her palms pressed flat against your skin. You hold your breath as she leans forward yet again, mouth open to welcome your cock. You feel her warm breath, You see how your cock disappears inside her mouth. And finally, Ms. Im wraps her lips around you.
With her eyes closed, she stays in place, her tongue swirling around your tip. Your dick is getting wetter by the second as she warms it with her mouth. Her tongue keeps dancing along on your skin, until it finds the underside of your shaft. She presses it flat against your cock from beneath. And then Ms. Im starts to move her head. Lips still wrapped around you in a tight seal, she begins to slowly fuck her mouth with your cock. You canât help but thrust forward a little, whenever she moves further towards you. Your hands hang loose on either side of you, your fingers scratching the empty air. Reaching forward, you place your hands on her head. Ms. Im moves a little faster, but you make sure that she is the one who is controlling the pace.
When she moves back far enough to let your cock fall out of her mouth, she looks up at you with a satisfied smile playing around her lips.
âI canât tell what it is. But your cockâŚâ
She doesnât continue. Instead, she gives your tip a kiss, her eyes closed as she seems to be enjoying the taste.
Itâs not like youâre complaining. Actually, itâs kinda hot to hear Ms. Im say how much she loves your taste. But you never had the same reaction with your ex or Tiffany. The thought of Tiffany reminds you of your earlier session with her. Is that it? Does Ms. Im like how Tiffanyâs pussy tastes on your cock? Who could blame her? Tiffany tastes amazing. You can vouch for that.
âI havenât had such a delicious dick in ages.â
Ms. Im continues to swoon over your cock. You still vividly remember how Tiffany orgasmed around your cock. How she drenched you in her juices.Â
âI really canât get enough of it.â
Ms. Im takes you into her mouth once more. Her eyes closed, enjoying the taste. You feel her tongue roaming all over your cock, making sure she is giving attention to even the smallest of places. Right underneath your tip, circling around it. And then moving along your length, letting you feel her tongue almost slip out between her lips. As Ms. Im increases her pace further, you occasionally feel yourself hitting the wall in the back of her mouth. It almost seems like she is teasing you, by only giving you an idea what her throat might feel like. She becomes sloppier as well, the result of sucking you off too quickly. You see a strand of spit escape the corners of her mouth here and there. Your whole cock is glistening with her saliva by now and yet she wonât take you deeper.Â
Which you are actually thankful for. Because you doubt you would last much longer, if Ms. Im would start to deepthroat you now. Tiffanyâs throat game is deadly, and Ms. Im seems skilled enough to make you cum immediately too.
But to your surprise, she moves her head back, until your cock falls out of her mouth. You let out an involuntary sigh of disappointment, when you leave her warmth.
âYouâre doing great, honey.â
Her teasing smile shows that she knows that you wonât be able to take her blowjob much longer. You feel her hands, which have moved to your cock, stroking your length once more.
âTell me. Is there a place you ex wouldnât let you cum, after a blowjob?â
You slowly nod.
Ms. Im hums in understanding as she places your length right over her lips.
âPoor boy.â
Her sympathetic tone and eyes, which are looking up at you, are making you shudder.
âI promise you can do whatever you want. Let me help you to forget her.â
âIâŚâ
You take a deep breath. Youâre reminded of the fact that this is Minjuâs mother. Your friendâs mother. She knew you since you were little. The two of you shouldnât be doing this. But your lips move, before your brain can take control.
âIâd like to cum on your face.â
You hold your breath, afraid you asked for too much. But Ms. Imâs reassuring smile makes you sigh in relief and anticipation.
âI was hoping youâd say that.â
Her lips move against your cock as she speaks.
For a moment, you feel like Ms. Im is very similar to Tiffany. How she acts, how she uses this seductive tone, the way she smiles at you as if she knows exactly what you need, even if you donât know that yourself.
You watch her open her mouth, taking your cock back inside. Your ex honestly canât really compare, you realize. Ms. Im was right. She does help you to forget about her. Her and Tiffany, to be precise. You wonder if itâs because of their age? Their experience? Maybe. It just feels different with the two of them. Better. More natural.
The sound of Ms. Im, fucking her face on your cock yet again, brings you back to reality. This time, her hands arenât placed on your hips, but wrapped around your base. She doesnât use them though. Only her lips and tongue work to make you cum eventually.
Now that youâve realized how similar Ms. Im and Tiffany are, you also catch some differences. Ms. Imâs lips are wrapped around your cock in a tighter manner. Tiffany likes to take more of you in one go. The younger of the two uses her tongue more, while Tiffany likes to use her throat.
But Ms. Im doesnât take all of your cock. Just enough to make you hit the wall. She could probably take all of you, if she wanted, but it really does seem like she is playing with you. Just thinking about how she is toying with you turns you on even more. Her blowjob shows that she isnât just doing it to make you cum. She likes it too, she plays with you, giving you what you need, but not enough of it. Until there is no return.Â
Ms. Im lures you in, making your own orgasm sneak up on you. It builds slowly, then it drops again, but then she picks it back up again. And suddenly, you feel the inevitable urge to cum. Your fingers dig into her scalp a little, your hips bucking forward. Within a matter of seconds, Ms. Im has pushed you to the edge. The edge, which youâre now about to fall from.Â
âI-â
You canât warn her. Canât hold back. The last part of her blowjob defeats you within seconds.Â
But Ms. Im feels how your cock suddenly becomes harder. How it pulsates inside her mouth. How you thrust into her, ready to finally cum.
But she isnât quick enough for the first hit. Or maybe she did it on purpose?
A long streak of your cum hits the back of her mouth. Before you can release more, Ms. Im opens her mouth wide, pulls your cock out and aims it at her face. You try your best to watch as your orgasm overwhelms you. You see how you paint most of her face. Her nose, her left cheek, her lips. Your cum stains her beautiful face. But instead of complaining like your ex wouldâve done, Ms. Im smiles up at you, letting out a satisfied sigh.
âYour cum tastes just as good as your sweat. Warm. And salty.â
She licks her lips and you can only marvel at how beautiful she looks with your cum all over her face.
You never thought about someone being into sweat. Specifically yours. But Ms. Im returns her attention to the rest of your body now. With a cum covered face, she licks along your thighs once more. Her eyes closed as she enjoys the taste.
You feel completely drained. The combination of your prior workout and Ms. Imâs blowjob proves too much for your body. Your legs slightly buckle as her tongue swipes over the skin right above your cock. Trying to recover your strength, you stand in place for a while, watching how she licks more sweat off your body. But when you feel Ms. Imâs tongue dip lower, giving your balls a drawn out lick, you feel your cock slowly hardening again. You wonder if she would give you another blowjob, if you asked her for it. The thought of her sucking your dick again, almost makes you fully hard once more. Just when Ms. Im wraps her lips around one of your balls, you hear chatter outside.
Fuck, someone is coming. By the sounds of it, a group of women. Which usually means theyâre heading right for this room. The room youâre in. The room in which Ms. Im is still sucking the sweat off your balls.
âMs. Im, someone is coming.â
She doesn't respond, her eyes closed, while yours scan the room for something to wipe her face with.Â
âMs. Im, we need to hurry.â
âHm? Right.â
She almost looks like she woke up from a trance. She gives your cock one last long lick, which sends sparks up your spine, before she gets back to her feet. You quickly rush over to get her the small box of tissues, which is standing next to Tiffanyâs forgotten bottle.
âHere.â
You watch her clean her face for a second, before you pull your boxers and shorts back up, which you almost tripped over on your way to get her the small green box.
âOppa!â
Kim Minju waves at you as she sees you crossing the road, on your way to Eunhaâs place. As she walks closer, she notices how your hair is still wet. You probably took a shower before you left the house.
âHey, Minju!â
She canât help, but send a smile your way. Momentarily forgetting that she is kinda angry at you. She asked you to come over to her place, so the two of you can work together. She doesnât need a third wheel. Especially not someone like Eunha. The other girl always does what she wants. She gets away with almost everything with her stupid aegyo and the boys in class always have red faces, whenever Eunha decides to wear one of those ridiculously short skirts.
Itâs not like Minju hates her. Thatâs not it. And she isnât jealous either. Eunha isnât a ten out of ten. And there are worse girls than her in your and Minjuâs class. But she was hoping for a quiet and relaxed Sunday afternoon with you, before Eunhaâs party starts. And Eunha will probably get a little too comfortable with you again. Like touching your shoulder or arm or thigh, or even sitting in your lap again. Minju shakes her head. She should try to stay positive. Afterall, this is mainly Eunhaâs personality. Most of the time, that's just who she is.
The two of you finally meet in front of the driveway. You give Minju a quick hug, before you walk towards the front door. Minju trails after you, taking a glance at the cars parked nearby. She saw Eunha drive the white Mercedes once. That was the only time Minju was ever really jealous of her. Because she doesnât have her drivers license yet. Minju has always been more focused on studying for school. She can always get it later anyways.
âHi, guys!â
You must have rung the doorbell without Minju noticing, because Eunha has opened the door already and is giving you a hug. Minju escapes a scoff, when she sees what Eunha is wearing. Relaxing afternoon, goodbye. Luckily, she is standing too far away, so the both of you didnât hear her.Â
Minju takes another look at Eunhaâs outfit as she walks up to her. She is wearing a skimpy pink top with a white bra underneath, the edges peeking out from under the pink fabric. Her whole midriff is exposed. And her skirt is way too short. Minju can even see a hint of Eunhaâs white panties, because the hem of her skirt is almost at the same height as her center.
The two girls exchange a quick hug, before Eunha invites you and Minju inside.
âYou guys want anything to drink?â
âMaybe some of the stuff you have for the party?â
Your joke earns you an elbow to the ribs by Minju.
âYouâre not drinking now, oppa.â
âThen a coke, if you have some.â
âMake it two. But zero please.â
âSure. Make yourselves comfortable.â
Eunha gestures at the dinner table. If only you had known how often youâd sit at that table in the future.
You and Minju take your places next to each other. While Minju is already taking her stuff out of her bag, you quickly check your phone. While you reply to a message in your class's group chat, you get a notification. A picture sent by Tiffany. You open it. Your eyes grow wide, focused on the picture. But when you hear Minju rustle around next to you, you quickly glance at her. She is busy with herself. Thank god. You tilt your phone a little away from her, hoping she wonât be able to see what youâre looking at.
The picture is a full body shot of Tiffany in a mirror. She is clearly showing off her ass, while she is standing sideways. Itâs clad in tight white lace panties, which show off every curve of her peach. Now, you see the text that was sent with it.Â
âA gift from one of my subscribers. They want you to fuck your friendâs mom again.â
You swallow hard as you feel yourself getting hard once more. How is that even possible? You came three times already today. The words friendâs mom make you realize what you just did in the gym. Minjuâs mother gave you a blowjob. Your friendâs mother. You came on her face even. A cold shudder runs down your spine just thinking about what would happen if Minju finds out.Â
âWould you mind putting your phone away?â
You almost fall off your seat at Minjuâs words.Â
âYeah, sorry.â
You say unnecessarily loud.Â
Eunha has just reached the table, placing two cans of coke zero in front of you and Minju, while also holding a glass of apple juice for herself. She takes her seat on your right and you take your tablet out of your bag. Minju has already started working a little it seems. Her own tablet already shows off a couple of notes.
âAlright then.â
Minju looks at the two of you.
âMs. Kim said that our essay has to be about the Roman gods. So do we just name them and say what they stood for? Maybe add a legend or two?â
You have to admit you havenât really thought about the task, until now. But Ms. Kim often gives the class only vague tasks for homework, because she likes to see how everyone interprets her words. You like it. It gives you freedom. And while she is usually quite strict, especially if you did nothing at all, the bar isnât very high.
âI think everyone would do that though. It canât be that easy.â
âWell, her last topic was the birth of Rome. And now godsâŚâ
Minju gets lost in her train of thought, while you are searching for an answer as well.
âWhat do you think?â
You turn to Eunha.
âWell, didnât she say something about the birth of Rome having two versions? A historical one and a fictional one?â
âTrue. Romulus and Remus. But apart from their father supposedly being Mars, I donât know how the gods tie into this.â
âOh.â
Eunhaâs pen hits the floor underneath the table. It slipped out of her hand. But instead of getting up and crawling under the table, Eunha leans in your direction and downwards. Suddenly, her head is resting in your lap, her cheek pressed flat against your thigh. You hold your breath as she blindly searches with her fingers for the pen. Once she gets it, Eunha gets back up.While she does so, she places her hand on your thigh as well. Her pinky dangerously close to your crotch.
âSorry, my bad.â
She gives you a cute smile. If you wouldâve turned around, you would have seen Minju, rolling her eyes.
Now you need a moment to collect yourself, before youâre finally able to come up with an idea.
âMaybe itâs not just about Roman gods. I mean, there are similarities between Greek, Roman and Egyptian gods. Ms. Kim couldâve thought about that.â
âBut then, she wouldâve said that.â
 You nod at Minjuâs comment, but Eunha shakes her head.
âI think youâre right. It makes sense. Since the Romans did kinda copy the Greek gods, right?â
âThey did. You think thatâs what she was talking about?â
âYouâre the best at history.â
Eunha pats your thigh, giving you a cute smile.
âI trust you.â
âFine. Letâs go with that then. Minju?â
You turn towards her, trying to ignore Eunhaâs hand, which is still lying on your thigh.
âSure. Where do you want to start?â
The three of you get to work. While Eunha makes a list of the most important gods, you and Minju search for their Greek and Egyptian equivalents. Minju is very aware of what is going on in the shadows though. Eunhaâs hand, which sometimes lingers on your thigh too long. Her naked leg touching yours, when she scoots a little closer. And especially how Eunha occasionally fixes her top, while you talk to her. Itâs not jealousy that is fueling Minjuâs growing anger. Itâs the fact that Eunha even dares to do all of it right in front of her. And that you donât even seem to notice. Minju expected you to tell Eunha to stop. Or at least acknowledge it in some way. But to her, it looks like youâre completely oblivious.
Which is definitely not true. Because from the moment Eunha placed her head on your thigh, you keep trying to focus on your homework. Eunha is cute. And hot. There is no doubt about it. And if Minju wasnât here, maybe youâd fool around with her a little. But Minju is here. And you donât want to make her feel uncomfortable.
âThe next one is Venus. I forgot what she stands for?â
Minju rolls her eyes once more. But instead of saying anything, she takes a big sip of her coke, trying to drown her anger.
âItâs the goddess of love and sex.â
âKinky.â
Eunha wiggles her eyebrows at you. You clear your throat, trying to prevent any escalation.
âYeah. Her Greek equivalent is Aphrodite and her Egyptian one is Hathor.â
âThatâs the goddess with the cow head, right?â
âYes.â
Minju writes it down after getting your confirmation.
âWhat do you think the sex goddess looks like?â
Eunhaâs question makes you silently dig your fingers into your own thigh. She couldnât be more obvious. And if Minju didnât notice yet, she now must know for sure.
âIâm not sure. I mean, she isnât real, right?â
âWell, if she would be. What do you think sheâd look like?â
Minju hesitates for a moment. She can sense how youâre trying to avoid the question. But she's had enough of this. She canât let Eunha toy with you the whole afternoon and she canât stand the fact you only seem to notice now whatâs actually going on.
âThere are a lot of different statues of all three of them. You can just check them out and-â
âOh come on, oppa. Tell us. What do you think she would look like?â
Minju places her hand on your shoulder. Her question makes your heart drop. You swear you heard a slight hint of anger in her voice. And while the two of you annoy each other from time to time, youâre still great friends. You donât want to hurt her. You think about it for a while, trying to come up with an answer, which would get you out of this once and for all.
âLike my ideal woman. My type.â
âYes, but what is that?â
You focus on your can of coke, which means you miss the anger filled eye contact the two girls share. Minju is annoyed by Eunha and by you. And Eunha canât believe Minju is now trying to compete with her for your attention. This was her idea after all. Itâs not like she always had a crush on you. But Eunha did notice how you grew up over the last couple years. You work out more and take care of yourself better. But when she sat in your lap a couple of days ago, she could feel that you were more than happy to have her sit on you. Eunha couldnât help but slightly grind on it for a second, hoping you wouldnât notice. She got curious how big you actually are. Thatâs why she planned on seducing you today. Minju coming along completely ruined this day for her.
âI donât know. A beautiful face? A fit body?â
âThatâs all?â
Eunha places her hand on your thigh once more.
âThere must be some other features on a girlâs body you find attractive, right?â
âCome on, oppa.â
Minju makes you focus back on her.
âTell us. We donât bite.â
Minjuâs smile does seem genuine, but you are not one to take these kinds of risks.Â
âSorry ladies, need to head to the bathroom real quick.â
You quickly get off your chair.
âDown the hall, on your left.â
âThanks, Eunha.â
You leave the two girls alone. Once you reach the bathroom, you sigh in relief. That was close.Â
âWhat the hell, Minju?â
âWhat?â
Minju plays innocent.Â
âOh, please. Keep it in your pants.â
âExcuse me? You are the one who is barely wearing anything to begin with.â
âThis is my house. I can wear whatever I want.â
Eunha gets off her chair to put away her empty glass.
âWhy are you suddenly trying to get in my way anyway? The two of you have been just friends for years. You suddenly got the hots for him, or what?â
âEww, no.â
Minju makes a disgusted face, but even she canât fool herself anymore. The stupid, dumb, childish boy she once knew is already mostly gone.
âBut I donât want my friend to start seeing a slut like you.â
âWhat did you just call me?â
Even when she is angry, her hands at her waist, her brows furrowed, Eunha is still hella cute.
âHave you even looked at yourself?â
Minju, who is still sitting, gestures at Eunha, who is standing in front of the table.
âI can see your panties from here.â
âThatâs the point. Do you think he saw them too?â
Eunha wiggles her eyebrows and gives Minju a satisfied smile.
âTrust me, Minju. I donât wanna be rude or anything, but you donât have much going for you, that you could show off anyway.â
Minjus scoffs in disbelief, rolling her eyes.
âWho says I want to show off anything to begin with? And I do have enough to show off.â
Eunha shakes her head.Â
âYou donât have big tits. Or ass. Not even thighs.â
She lifts her leg, placing her foot on a chair.
âLook at mine. Do you know how many guys stare at my thighs at school?â
Eunha places her foot back on the ground with a victorious smile playing around her lips.
âAll of them.â
âOh, really? If I wanted to, I could make every guy fall for me. But Iâm just not a slut like you are.â
âProve it then.â
Eunha crosses her arms in front of her chest.
The two of them stare at each other for a while, without saying a word. Eunha doesnât want to back down. She knows that she has bigger thighs and a great butt. On the other hand, Minju isnât sure what she should do next. But when she hears the bathroom door open, she acts quickly.
Eunha raises an eyebrow as Minju reaches for the zipper on her top. She starts to pull it down. The two girls keep eye contact, right until you walk back into the dining room.
âThere you are.â
Eunha reacts first, giving you a cute smile, while Minju lets go of her zipper. She quickly glances down, to see how far she pulled it down. She sighs in relief. Not too far, but enough for you to notice the top of her black bra. Now Minju regrets not putting on the one with the lace on it, when she was deciding on what to wear earlier.
âHow do you guys feel about snacks? Iâm starving.â
âSure, thanks Eunha.â
You reciprocate her smile, before sitting down.
Minju pulls her collar a little to the sides, making sure you have a better view of her cleavage. But her jaw almost drops, when she sees what Eunha is now doing.
The older girl reaches up to grab a box of sweets, which were placed inside one of the higher drawers. But she is way too small, so she has to get on her tiptoes. Your eyes are focused on her as well now. Because as Eunha stretches upwards to get the colorful box, her skirt raises as well. You get a very good view of her thighs, then a hint of her white panties. And eventually, Eunha basically shows off her whole ass. If you werenât hard before, then you are definitely hard now.
Minjuâs body heats up in anger. No way that wasnât intentional.
âOppa.â
You quickly turn around to look at Minju. She didnât catch you staring, did she? As you look at her face, you notice how her top is now more open than before.Â
âSo for the second partâŚâ
She is focused on her tablet while she speaks, but you canât focus properly. Youâre busy with giving her cleavage a glance, and another one, and another one, and-
You shake your head. What is the problem with you today? How is it possible youâre still this horny after going two rounds with Tiffany and receiving a blowjob from Ms. Im?
âHere you go.â
Eunha places the box of sweets in front of you as she sits back down. But instead of sitting normal, she puts one leg up, her foot resting on the chair. She reaches for a chocolate bar and starts to eat it with her chin on her knee.Â
Youâre almost too scared to look down. At this point it feels like the two of them are doing this on purpose. But that sounds ridiculous. Minju has been your friend for years. Why would she suddenly try to make a move on you? And Eunha? Well, she is always a little handsy, but today itâs a little much. Or is this your dirty mind speaking again? Are you trying to make more out of this than it actually is?
You pick a chocolate bar as well and start to eat it to calm your nerves, as the three of you get back to it. But your situation doesnât improve much. Now Minju is the one who places her hand on your arm more often than you can count. She touched your hand as well, while she was reaching for the small box. And at the same time, she leaned over, giving you a proper look down her top. Youâve never seen this much of her. And only now do you realize how pretty Minju really is. Not just her chest, but her face as well. Her big eyes seem to constantly look at you with affection, her brows furrow, whenever she concentrates on the task at hand. And her lips look better than you remember.
Meanwhile, Eunha has unbuttoned two more buttons on her top, saying itâs way too warm for her. She is basically giving you a full view of her clothed pussy and her thighs look better than ever.Â
But Eunha notices how your attention slowly drifts more and more towards Minju. And you canât deny it either. While Eunha is beautiful and all, itâs Minju with whom you share a deeper connection with. Your eyes keep wandering between her tablet and her chest, while the two of you start to finish the assignment. Eunha gets annoyed by your lack of attention. After all, this is her house. And she is the one who planned on having fun with you. Not Minju. You and her are turned towards her tablet, your backs almost facing Eunha by now. To be fair, Eunha isnât really working anyways.
âFine then.â
She thinks to herself, ready to finish this once and for all.
Eunha lifts herself off her own chair and gets closer to you. In one swift motion, she lands on your lap, pretending nothing is happening, while looking at Minjuâs tablet as well.
âEunhaâŚâ
You try to protest, but you know itâs already too late. She must feel how hard you are. How your clothed cock is slightly rubbing against her panties as she gets comfortable on top of you. And Minju is starting to scream on the inside. How can Eunha be this daring? This slutty? Right in front of her? And why arenât you stopping her?
Minju tries to suppress her emotions to the best of her abilities. You arenât her boyfriend. So technically, itâs not her place to say anything. But stillâŚ. She canât just sit here and watch.
As subtle as possible, Eunha takes your left hand and places it on her naked thigh. She smells like vanilla, her scent almost making you forget about Minju. But when she lets your fingertips slip in between her thighs, you quickly look at your friend. Minju has slightly turned away, so you canât read her face. Unbeknownst to you, she is pretending to get a text from Yeji, just to get her out of here.
âSorry, guys. Yeji just sent me a message. She needs my help, so I better get going now.â
Your hand escapes Eunhaâs dangerous trap to hold Minjuâs shoulder.
âYouâre leaving already? Weâre almost done.â
âI think itâs an emergency.â
âOkay, Minju. It was fun to work with you today.â
Minju can tell Eunhaâs smile is fake from a mile away.
Once the front door closes behind her, Minju hangs her head. What is she doing? Why is she getting so worked up about this? She clears her throat and zips up her top again. Minju shakes her head, her cheeks still slightly red from her anger. No. You can do whatever you want. You arenât her boyfriend. And she doesnât like you like that anyway. Itâs more like Minju is almost envious of Eunha. She doesnât want to walk around with a skirt that shows off her panties. No, thatâs not it. But Minju wants to have the same confidence as Eunha. Sheâs always been a little more introverted and she definitely missed out on stuff because of that. But it always seems like Eunha is always just doing what she wants. Thatâs what Minju is really bothered by.
You try your best not to stare, but itâs in vain. Who could resist? Your eyes are focused on Eunhaâs panties, which are only partially hidden by her skirt as she closes the front door. When she turns around, you quickly look at her face instead.
âDo you want to finish this?â
Eunhaâs sweet smile makes you nod.
You watch her walk over to the table. But instead of sitting down in her own chair, she straddles you once more. But this time, she is facing you.
âEunha, what-â
âYou said you want to finish what we started.â
Her smile turns into a mischievous grin, before she leans forward to press her lips against yours.
âThis is too fast!â Screams the voice inside the back of your head, but your hands have already taken a hold of Eunhaâs full thighs and your lips are already inviting her tongue inside.
âWaitâŚâ
You finally push her back a little.
âWhat? Donât you think Iâm sexy? You kept looking at me this whole time.â
Her lips land on yours once more. And you have to admit, you donât know how to respond. You did imagine how it would feel like to have those thighs wrapped around your head. Or how cute Eunhaâs moans would sound like. But that was just imagination. Because you didnât think she actually wanted you.
âFuck.â
You break the kiss, your head falling back as Eunha grinds herself against your hard dick. She uses this opportunity to tilt her head and attack your neck. Determined to mark you, wanting to show Minju that she got you, she sucks and bites your skin. Her own hands roam your back, keeping you close and pressing your chest against hers. You feel the heat inside her body, especially at her center.
Your fingers dig further into her thighs, making a moan escape her lips, before you start to actually move her back and forth in your lap. Her clothed pussy rubs against your pants and you canât wait any longer. You need to feel her. Now.
You stand up slowly, Eunha instinctively wrapping her legs around your hips. The two of you quickly reach the sofa in her living room. You sit down on it with Eunha still in your arms. The whole time she kept on kissing your neck and cheek and is now backing away.
âI can feel how hard you are. Let me help you out.â
Her cute wink makes you let out a deep breath, before you watch her climb off of you. But instead of getting onto the carpet, she makes you move over, so that youâre lying down. The sofa is big enough for her to kneel next to you and it only takes you a moment to realize why she did that. While Eunha starts to take your pants off, you reach behind her, her skirt barely covering her ass. You give her right cheek a hard squeeze, making Eunha gasp.Â
âYou can play with my body all you want, oppa.â
You slightly raise your hips, making it easier for her to finally pull your pants off. At the same time, you feel the fabric of her panties against your fingers. You hook one finger underneath it, right when Eunha wraps a hand around your cock.
âI knew it.â
Her eyes, which were focused on your cock now look at yours.
âYou have a really nice dick.â
Before you can reply, you see her opening her mouth and leaning down. A low groan escapes your mouth as you feel Eunhaâs lips wrap around your tip. Even if you see Tiffanyâs blowjobs just as foreplay, this would already be your second of the day. First Ms. Im and now Eunha. Unconsciously, you dig your fingers into her full cheek, right next to her pussy. It makes Eunha lean forward a little further, taking your dick deeper into her mouth.
âGod, EunhaâŚâ
You feel her smile around your length. Wanting to repay her, you reach for her panties and pull them slowly to the side. Theyâre slightly damp already. You let one finger glide around her labia, collecting a little bit of her juices. But you come to a hold, when Eunha starts to properly suck you off, her tongue dancing around your tip. For a small while youâre unable to do anything but watch. Eunha looks so hot in this position. Bent over on your side, her mouth around your dick, her cute face showing signs of pleasure and her ass completely visible, due to her skirt, which has fallen down around her hips by now.
Eventually you do pick up where you left off. Reaching a little lower, you let your fingers glide over her clit, which is partially covered by her lips. Eunha moans around your cock, making your head roll back in response. Soon after, you let a finger slip into her pussy. A lustful hum sends vibration into your cock and all the way up your spine. Once youâve established a proper rhythm, you and Eunha pleasure each other at the same time.
While she sucks you off, you finger her. You can feel how Eunhaâs pussy becomes wetter, how it occasionally clenches around your first and now your second finger as well. At the same time, Eunha can feel your hard shaft inside her mouth. It does take her some effort to properly suck you off. She did feel you before through your clothes, but youâre slightly bigger than she anticipated. Not that she is complaining. Not at all. Eunha is already thinking about her next move. As she lets her lips glide along your shaft, she is already planning on taking you inside of her properly. Does she want to do it right here? In the living room? The thought alone gets her going as the pace of your fingers quickens. She imagines herself bent over the backrest, your cock being the thing that moves in and out of her and not your fingers.
Eunhaâs eyes close, her body slightly sways back and forth, her lips still sealed tightly around your shaft. You do your best to satisfy her, not wanting to disappoint. After all, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Your classmate giving you head.Â
You need to take a deep breath when Eunha decides to go even deeper. You feel the back of her mouth hitting your tip. She gags once, twice. Her spit coats your shaft. Your head rolls back and your eyes stop at a picture of her. Of Eunha and her sister. The two of them on holiday, at a visibly hot place. Her crop top and skirt are almost as short as the ones she is wearing right now. You canât help but glance at her sister. You havenât seen Wonyoung in almost a year, but she is as sexy as Eunha is. For a moment, you imagine how hot it would be to have both their mouths around your cock. You doubt you would last long with the Jung sisters. Especially if they would start doing more than just giving you head.
You let out a deep groan as you think about the two of them a little too long. Eunha can feel your hips bucking upwards as you almost start to fuck her mouth. Your fingers inside of her move faster now, fueled by the images inside your head. The teasing from earlier and now this⌠You know you wonât last much longer.
Eunhaâs eyes roll to the back of her head as she feels your thumb circling her clit, while your other two fingers keep pumping in and out of her. Her body becomes weak due to the pleasure that is rushing through her system now. She slumps down a little, almost impaling her mouth on your cock. Her warmth around almost your entire length makes you almost cum right there.
And then the phone rings. Your eyes grow wide and Eunha quickly lifts her head off your cock.The two of you look at each other. You catch a thin strand of her saliva sticking to her chin.
âYours or mine?â
âMine.â
Eunha quickly gets off of you and heads for the table. As you watch her, reality seems to finally hit you. This actually just happened. You got a blowjob from Eunha. And you had your fingers inside of her. You canât help but smile. After getting the opportunity to sleep with Tiffany and receive head from Ms. Im, one would think youâd be used to it, but who could get used to that? You feel like the luckiest person on earth. How did you manage to pull this off?
Eunha quickly glances at the callerâs ID, before picking up.
âYes, Zuha?â
âHi, unnie. Just wanted to let you know we are done with buying the stuff for the party. Do you want anything else?â
âUhâŚNo Iâm good.â
Eunha suddenly remembers that youâre still here. Half naked.
âA-Are you already on your way back?â
âYes. Iâll be at your place in around five minutes. The party is starting soon.â
âOkay, thanks Zuha.â
Eunha hangs up and turns around. She knows itâs dangerous to continue. But her eyes automatically focus on your cock. Just a little longerâŚShe feels her core still tingling. She has five more minutes anyway.
âWe have five minutes.â
The determination in Eunhaâs eyes puts a little bit of pressure on you. Does she expect you to make her cum right now? You watch as she steps closer. But this time, instead of kneeling next to you, Eunha straddles your face, placing both her thighs on either side of your head. Before you can react, Eunha is already pressing her pussy against your mouth as she leans down to swallow your cock once more. As her taste takes over your mouth, you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her even closer. The two of you focus on pleasuring each other once more. You feel Eunha slightly grinding against you, while she feels how you slightly thrust upwards whenever she takes you in deep.Â
You both know you have only limited time. And eventually, Eunha is the first to lose it. You feel her tremble on top of you. Her moan around your dick sends you right to the edge as well. You place your hands on her ass, making sure she stays in place as her thighs shake. But the feeling of her soft cheeks and the way her mouth coats your cock with her saliva finally prove too much for you.
You join Eunha in her orgasm. For a couple of moments, the two of you are just a shaking mess, until you both calm down. Only as you lap up Eunhaâs juices, which are glistening on the skin around her lips, do you realize that you just came inside her mouth.
Eunha climbs off of you and then turns around. Her cheeks are a little red from her orgasm. And when she opens her mouth, you see your cum inside of her. She closes her mouth and gives you a sexy smirk. You can tell she is playing around with it with her tongue. By the way her right cheek bulges, it seems like she pushed all of your cum into that one cheek.
âIf only we had enough timeâŚMy pussy is just so wet right now.â
She lifts her skirt and your eyes dart back and forth between her wet pussy and her cum filled mouth. You canât decide on whatâs hotter. But Eunha quickly helps you decide by opening her mouth once more, pushing your cum around with her tongue again.
âYou should give me more of this later. It tastes very good.â
âFuck, Eunha.â
You get up as well and take a step closer.
âStay here after the party. I need you to use my body to make yourself cum.â
She closes her mouth once more and your eyes widen when you watch her throat bulge slightly. Eunha gulps down your cum with a satisfied smile on her face. She opens her mouth again, showing off that she swallowed the whole load.
Youâre about to say something, when you see a car pull onto the driveway through the window behind her. The two of you quickly try to look normal. You put your pants back on, while Eunha pulls down her skirt a little further. Just when you finish packing your things, you hear the doorbell ring.Â
âHi, Zuha.â
The two girls share a quick hug, while you down the rest of the Coke Eunha gave you earlier. Kazua seems to have noticed you, because she calls your name.
âHey, how are you doing?â
You havenât seen her for a couple of days. The only class the two of you share is Ms. Kangâs PE class.
âIâm great. Are you going to help us set everything up?â
Before you can answer, Eunha shakes her head.
âHe was just here because we did our homework together. He was just about to leave.â
She turns around to face you.
âYouâre coming back later, right?â
Eunha gives you a seductive wink.â
âYeah, Iâm just gonna change and be right back.â
You feel a little awkward talking to Zuha after cuming inside Eunhaâs mouth mere moments ago. But Eunha seems to be unbothered as she helps the younger girl get all the booze out of her trunk, while you head back home.
âYes!â
You laugh triumphantly, raising your arms. The ping pong ball just landed inside the red plastic cup across the table from you. You ignore Yejiâs glare with practiced ease as you give Eunha a high five. Your teammate changed her clothes as well. Instead of wearing a pink top and a black skirt, she is now wearing a pink top with a white skirt. They are both bigger now, which means no one can see her panties while she just stands around. But her skirt is still short enough to show off her thighs. And by the looks of it, you arenât the only guy at the party who appreciates Eunhaâs outfit choice.
âEunha unnie!â
One of her friends calls her and a moment later, Eunha disappears inside the small crowd in her living room. You head for the kitchen to get yourself another drink. While reaching for the bottle of whiskey, someone bumps into you from behind, before she takes her place next to you and holds out her cup.
âPour me one, loser.â
You roll your eyes as you open the bottle.
âSuck a bag of dicks.â
Someone just turned off the lights, so you canât see her face, but you know itâs not Yeji. She would never talk to you voluntarily.Â
âRight back at ya.â
You fill your cup, before you let the bottle hover over hers.
âChanged my mind.â
You hear her scoff as you put the whiskey back down and put the lid on.
âYou suck.â
She reaches for the bottle.
âSays the cheerleader who has the flexibility of my great grandfather.â
The two of you would have continued your daily amount of banter, if it wasnât for Minju, who suddenly appears on your other side.
âOppa, wanna dance?â
âNot really, no.â
Minju ignores you and takes your hand. Youâre reminded of her mother from earlier today. Another wave of guilt washes over you. You quickly drown your feelings with the whiskey in your hand as she drags you towards the middle of the living room.
It seems like the music becomes louder as you watch Minju starting to dance. Her body moving to its rhythm.Â
âCome on.â
Her smile warms your heart as she sees you just standing there. You take her hand and Minju playfully lifts it over her head and twirls around underneath it.
Soon after, the two of you are surrounded by only lights. Only the two of you exist. And the music. The music makes Minju move. Move against you. Her back presses against your front. Her head just right where your heart is. Her arms are raised as she lets the feeling of ecstasy rush through her body. You look down on her with a smile on your face. Minjuâs happiness captivates you too. You reach down, placing your hands loosely on her wide hips. You feel the black denim on your skin. Minju keeps on moving her body to the music as you hear her laugh. You move closer, pressing yourself flush against her from behind. The two of you were never this close. But now, Minju is dancing in your arms.
After a while, you feel her ass brush against your crotch once. And then again. And again. You can feel how Minju almost grinds herself back against you as she dances in the middle of the room. In the middle of the crowd. You donât know if itâs intentional or not, but Minju starts to make you hard. Your hands on her hips were already a start, but her ass against your clothed cock quickens the process.
A moan almost escapes her lips as Minju feels your length between her cheeks. Up until this day, there was never any sexual tension between the two of you. You were always friends. Nothing more. And yet, Minju can feel how right this is. How good it is. Itâs the first time she is even thinking about your cock. Even during the competition earlier, she didnât really think about sleeping with you. It was just to prove to Eunha that Minju can be as sexy as she is, if she wants to be. But now, your length makes her let out another moan. The loud music stops it, before it reaches your ear. Minju closes her eyes as she keeps dancing. As she keeps grinding against you.Â
Minjuâs warm body against yours almost makes you forget what you planned on doing today. But when your eyes fall on Yeji, who is talking to Kazuha, you remember vividly. For some reason it almost turns you on even more. That Yeji will be seeing a video of you fucking her mother.
Minju makes you focus on her once more, when she reaches for your neck. Your eyes leave Yeji and you look down on the girl in front of you. She slightly pulls your head down while she keeps her eyes closed. You wouldnât dare to kiss her right now. Not even on her forehead. But you can smell her shampoo as you get close enough. You close your eyes as well, inhaling Minjuâs scent. You wonder what couldâve happened next. But the music stops. Everyone around you stops dancing. Minju turns around to look at you. Before she can say something, you take your phone out of your pocket.
âI gotta show you something, Minju. Itâs important.â
She nods and you take her hand and lead her outside the living room. Once the two of you reach a quieter place, you take a deep breath. The dancing just now makes you see Minju in a different light, but you have to focus.Â
âHere. Someone sent it to me.â
You click on the video and let it play. You see Minju narrowing her eyes as she takes a closer look.
âT-This isâŚThey areâŚâ
Her eyes are now wide open as she realizes itâs a video of two people having sex. It looks like the guy is holding the camera.
âI wanted to show it to you first.â
You try to sound as concerned as possible. You hate to lie to Minju, but if this is the way to finally make Yeji pay, so be it.
âWhy?â
âYou see the woman? Isnât that YejiâsâŚâ
You donât finish the sentence, but Minju surely understands what you are hinting at.
She leans in closer, wanting to make sure you are wrong. But when the camera zooms in on the womanâs face, Minju lets out a gasp. She looks up at you with shock in her eyes.
âWho sent this to you?â
âThatâs not the worst part, Minju.â
You point at the lower right corner of the video. The hallway is almost completely dark, but your phone is bright enough for Minju to read the watermark.
onlyfans.com/tiffany
âOppaâŚâ
Minjuâs worried face almost makes you confess, but you stay strong.
âI-I have to tell her.â
Minju has already walked past you, but she stops and turns around.
âCan you send it to me? She wonât believe me otherwise.â
âSure.â
You see the disgust on her face. She doesnât want that video to be on her phone. The video of her best friend's mother having sex. But she has to tell Yeji.
âThank you.â
Minju disappears inside the living room and you lean against the wall behind you. You sigh, shaking your head. Now that you did it, you wonder if this was too hard. What if it destroys Yeji? Will she confront her mother?
While youâre having second thoughts, Minju has already reached Yeji.
âCome with me.â
Another shot of whiskey burns your throat. You just saw Minju and Yeji disappear upstairs and you know there isnât a way to undo this. And now that you did it, you feel horrible. But then again, Yeji has tormented you since you can remember. You are just the first person to strike. Youâre sure that Yeji has something up her sleeve as well.
âSlow down, oppa.â
Eunha appears next to you and grabs your cup, before youâre able to drink more.
âYou donât look so great.â
âIâm fine.â
You reach for the bottle, but Eunha slaps your hand away and shakes her head.Â
âNo more drinking, oppa.â
âI said Iâm fine.â
âI donât believe you. You look down. But that's okay. There are other ways to lift your mood. Better ways.â
Her last words make you look at her and her smirk tells you what she has in mind.
âEunha-â
âShhh.â
Eunha places a finger on your lips, while her other hand reaches for one of yours.
âIâve been so fucking wet since you made me cum.â
She kisses your cheek as you feel your fingers brush against the hem of her skirt.
âDo it again.â
âThere are people here.â
âSo? No one is watching. And because of the counter, no one can see my lower half.â
You know itâs true. And the idea of being able to have your fingers inside of her again makes you hard. You know you shouldnât. Itâs too risky. And yet you donât fight it, when Eunha guides your hand along her thigh.
You arenât surprised by her lack of panties. She already told you what she planned on doing with you later on. Her hand rests on your arm as you insert two fingers inside her snatch once more. Eunha is facing the crowded living room and you stand behind her. She is forced to look at all the people here, trying to pretend like nothing is happening. Eunha can almost feel like somebody's watching her. In the far right corner of the living room. But she doesnât dare look up. Her eyes close as you put your thumb on her clit.
You can tell that Eunha is still wet from earlier. Her breathing is already getting faster. She begins to lean back against you as the pleasure turns her legs into a shaking mess. She reaches forward with one hand, supporting herself on the counter in front of her. The other hand is still holding onto your arm, her nails slowly starting to dig into your skin. Eunha tries to stand straight, but she falters as your thumb begins to circle around her clit.This got her going before, so why not do it again?
Soon, Eunhaâs full body weight is on you and her ass is pressed against your clothed cock. Her breathing is shallow and quick as if she just went for a run. Youâre actually impressed by how quiet she is, but then again, the music is quite loud. You see that her eyes are closed, before she buries her face in your shoulder. It sounds like she lets out a cry. A second later, her whole body shakes. Her pussy contracts around your fingers and you almost feel how her clit is pulsating against your thumb.
âOppaâŚâ
She sighs into your shoulder, visibly satisfied after her orgasm. But now you are hard. And you canât help but let your, with slick covered, hand run over her naked thigh. Eunha notices how your dick pushes against her ass from behind. With a cute smirk on her lips, she reaches behind herself.
âLet me help you too, oppa.â
It takes her a while, because she canât see what she is doing and because she only uses one hand, but eventually, Eunha has unzipped your zipper and fished out your cock. Your pants stay on and so does Eunhaâs skirt. You lean forward a little, sliding your cock between her thick thighs.
Another sigh leaves her lips and you try to act normal by not looking down on what youâre doing. Thatâs why youâre now able to see Minju and Yeji walk through the living room. They are heading to the front door. Yejiâs head hangs low, her face covered by her hair. Minju seems to be comforting her as her hand rests on her friendâs back. You feel a sting of regret in your chest, but Eunha quickly makes you focus back on her.
âFuck my thighs, oppa.â
You plant a kiss on the back of Eunhaâs head and start to thrust in and out of the gap between her thighs. The thought of Minju and Yeji is soon gone as you take your pleasure from Eunha. Youâre careful to not go too fast or hard, afraid someone would notice. Instead, you enjoy Eunhaâs softness with slow and long strokes. Both your hands hold her waist, keeping her in place.
âYou feel so bigâŚâ
Eunhaâs eyes are closed once more, her head slowly sinking back against your shoulder again. Youâre tempted to give this beautiful face a kiss, but now you feel it too. The same thing Eunha felt earlier. The feeling of someone watching you. Your heart pounds faster and you slow down your thrusts. You look around, trying to make out the person who is looking at you two amongst the crowd. When you donât find anyone suspicious, you shrug off the feeling. Maybe youâre just nervous. Or itâs the alcohol in your system.
Another sip of vodka burns Kazuhaâs throat. Her eyes are fixated on whatâs going on in the kitchen. Youâre still standing behind Eunha. Earlier, it seemed like you had a hand under her skirt, almost as if you were fingering her. But now, Kazuha is sure that youâre actually fucking Eunha. Slow and careful, but not unnoticeable for anyone who looks at you more carefully. The older girlâs head has dropped back against your shoulder and Kazuha can see her pleasure wrecked face. Eyes closed, nose slightly scrunched, lips twitching. She canât believe the two of you would do something this daring. She already suspected you, when she saw the two of you earlier. The way Eunha was dressed only meant one thing. And now she got proof. After another gulp of the burning clear liquid, Kazuha canât help but place a hand loosely over her shorts.
Her fingers just slightly press against her core. Sheâd never do anything intimate in such a public and crowded place. But the sight of you fucking Eunha only a few meters away from the crowd turns her on. Kazuha bites her lip as she presses down on her core a little harder. Very very slowly, she moves her hand up and down. The alcohol and the increasing need slowly makes her body burn up. If only she couldâŚÂ
Her fingers linger on her belt. In that moment she sees someone walking towards you and Eunha. She sighs in disappointment. Kazuha watches how you quickly step back and reach towards your pants, while Eunha, still a little out of it, straightens her hair and her skirt. The two of you pretend like nothing happened. And after a couple of words, Eunha and her friend exit the kitchen.
âGoodbye! Get home safe!â
As soon as the door closes, you press Eunha flat against it. The two of you quickly lose yourselves in a heated make out session. After getting interrupted earlier, the both of you are too horny to even wait a second. Eunhaâs house is now empty. Everyone is gone. Only the two of you are here. And you make use of that.
Because you are still hard from earlier, Eunha doesnât bother with giving you another blowjob. As soon as your pants are off, she spits into her hand and reaches for your shaft. The two of you look into each otherâs eyes as she strokes you, coating your cock with her spit.
âI need you so bad. Fuck me hard.â
Her words make you kiss her once more, your hands roam her body. You enjoy the feeling of her curves under your palms. Eventually, you push her towards the couch. Eunha quickly throws away a jacket someone left there and puts an empty bottle on the table next to it. Now that you have enough space, you bend Eunha over the armrest. You are doing this quickly. You canât wait any longer to finally feel Eunhaâs pussy properly.
âFill me, oppa.â
She sighs as you lift up her skirt, exposing her ass and her pussy as well. Your hand slides over her wet labia, making sure she is wet enough, before you align yourself with her core. Slowly pushing inside of her, you press Eunha further into the soft armrest. The two of you take deep breaths as each of you try to get accustomed to this new feeling. Your length makes Eunha feel full. She can tell how youâre stretching her out. At the same time, you canât help but compare Eunhaâs pussy with Tiffanyâs. She is tighter. That much is clear. But Tiffany is also a little smoother than Eunha on the inside. Maybe thatâs because Tiffany is just wetter than Eunha. Either way, both of them feel amazing. And now, Eunhaâs snatch lures you further inside. Her body wants to feel more of you.
You place your hands on her back, leaning over her. Now she canât escape, fully trapped in between you and the armrest. After pulling out almost entirely, you thrust back inside.Â
âHoly fuckâŚâ
Eunhaâs lust filled sigh makes you smirk as her body gets rocked forward.Â
âHow was I able to wait this long? It feels so goodâŚâ
Youâre not sure if she is talking to herself, but you lean down further and kiss her neck.Â
âYouâre so hot, Eunha.â
Another thrust makes her move once more. Her face is now on the same height as the small coffee table next to the sofa. Eunha canât help but stare at the picture that is standing on it as you give her another thrust. Her and her sister on vacation. The one you saw earlier.
âIâm such a slut. Fuck me hard.â
She whines, turned on by the thought of having her sister in the picture watch her getting fucked.
You notice how her eyes are glued to the photo. You hesitate as you keep fucking her, but eventually you decide to speak your mind.
âWonyoung is so hot, Eunha.â
âYou really think so?â
Her breath quickens, but she almost sounds disappointed. You can feel how tight her pussy is around your cock. How it holds onto you, whenever you retreat.
âOf course. I bet she is the thightest.â
âOh, fuck!â
Eunha didnât think this would turn her on so much. She bites into the leather armrest, trying to prevent another yelp.
âAnd her faceâŚI just want to ruin it. This little brat.â
Eunhaâs eyes roll to the back of her head as your cock reaches her deepest depths. She cantâ belive she is getting fucked in her parentâs living room. Right in front of a picture of herself and her sister.Â
âYes, ruin her. Make her cheat on her stupid boyfriend. I bet your cock is way bigger than his.â
Her whines make you kiss her neck again, before whispering into her ear.
âDo you like it when I talk about fucking your sister, while I use you as a fleshlight?â
Another whine. Eunha nods weakly, your cock seems to push all of her energy out of her with every thrust.
âYes, I like it. I like it when you use me like a slut.â
You fuck her harder, too turned on by her words to hold yourself back.
âThatâs what you are, Eunha. A slut.â
The word rings in her ears as you pound her from behind. She can almost feel how it invades her mind, how it makes her feel good.
âYes, Iâm a slut. Your little slut, oppa.â
Her cries have you press down on her back further. You can feel how her body tenses under your weight. How her pussy clenches around your length.
âThatâs why you always wear these short skirts. You love it when everyone can see your thighs and ass.â
âThatâs true. I love to feel like a slut.â
You push Eunhaâs body further over the armrest, until she almost falls over. Your thrusts now reaching even deeper inside of her. Her ass is now at the perfect angle for you to give it a nice slap.
"Harder, oppa!â
Eunha cries out, when you hit her cheek. The flesh ripples even more, because you keep fucking her. Her walls tighten around you with every following thrust.
âDamn, Eunha. Youâd do anything for my cock, wouldnât you?â
âYes, I would. Anything.â
Another slap almost makes her sob.Â
âYouâre such a pathetic slut, Eunha. Iâd rather fuck your little sister.â
The volume of her whines increase with two more slaps on each of her cheeks. Her head is hanging so low by now that Eunha has to look up to see the picture of her sister.
"Do it, oppa! Please! Iâm just a worthless slut.â
Her cry almost makes you feel pity. Her pussy still has a tight grip on your cock and her walls massage you during every thrust. How could you ever think about someone else while you fuck her?
âNo you arenât, Eunha.â
Your kiss on her lower back is more affectionate this time. More loving.
âYou are a good girl. And so fucking hot.â
Instead of spanking her, you now squeeze her cheeks softly, soothing the pain from earlier just a little.
âIâm not. You are right, oppa. Iâm a huge slut.â
Her whine makes you fuck her harder. Your hands are both now holding onto her waist. You rock her body back and forth. Every thrust makes Eunha lose control further. Her legs canât support her anymore. They are too weak by now. She is just hanging off the armrest, while you fuck her from behind.
âDonât put yourself down like that. Youâre beautiful, Eunha. Iâm in love with your body.â
You hear her gasp and moan at your words. Eunhaâs body is all warm and light. Her pussy is taking your cock so well, her walls stretching around it to take in as much as possible.
âThank you, oppa. I really want to be a good girl for you.â
âThen ride me.â
You peel her off the armrest and lift her up. Sheâs lighter than you expected. As you move her around to sit on your lap, her foot hits a bottle on the coffee table in front of you. She knocks it over and it falls to the floor.
âIâm sorry, oppa.â
Eunha whines, but her pussy tingles as she looks down to see your cock lying against it.
âI changed my mind. You really are a bad girl. A slut.â
Eunah whimpers as you lift her and ease yourself inside her once more.
âI-Iâm not a slut. You said-â
âI lied. Youâre nothing but a set of holes.â
A moan leaves her lips as she glides along your length.
âOppaâŚâ
Her disappointed sigh makes you lift her up and drop her again.
âShut it.â
You wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her close.
âI wish you were Wonyoung. She is way prettier than you. And tighter.â
Eunha whines as you make her ride your cock. You lift her up far enough, so her feet are planted on your thighs, while her pussy moves up and down on your cock.
âBut Iâm doing my best. Isnât my pussy tight enough for you?â
âYou mean this pathetic little cunt?â
You give her clit a light slap.
Eunha gasps and moans. Her body shakes. You feel bad for a moment. Was that too much? Did you hurt her?
âIâm sorry, oppa. Youâre right. Wonyoungs pussy is better than mine.â
Her sobs tell you that it did hurt. At least a little. You kiss her neck, wanting to ease the pain.
âBut please use me, while she isnât here. Iâll do my best for you.â
âI donât know if thatâs gonna be enough, slut.â
Throughout the next couple of hours, Eunha proves what a good slut she can be time and time again. By now, the two of you made it to her room. You donât remember how many times youâve already filled her pussy up, but Eunha seems as hungry for your cum as before. Now she is riding you again. You lie flat on her bed, while she keeps bouncing on your cock. Her clothes are all gone by now. Her naked body captivates you, your eyes currently focused on her tits. You reach up to them. You play with them, squeeze them, pinch her nipples. It all makes Eunha ride you faster.
âAm I a good slut for you, oppa?â
You were able to taste the alcohol on her lips during your kiss at her front door. But now it seems to be completely gone as she leans down to give you another kiss.
âYes, you are. Such a tight, good little slut.â
Her proud smile turns into an O as your tip grazes her deepest spot. Her tight pussy squeezes you hard. Her hands on your chest make her nails dig into your skin.
âOppaâŚ!â
Her cry rings in your ears as Eunha almost collapses on top of you. But you hold her in place. Her limb body too weak to move. You start to thrust into her from underneath. A couple of weak moans leave her lips. Youâre close as well. You can feel it. Her small orgasm has pushed you towards the edge. Her walls still give you irregular squeezes. Her cute face wordlessly begs you for another load.
You tighten your grip on her hips. A couple of more ups and downs, until you finally hold her in place. Eunhaâs ass is pressed against your lap as you shoot your cum deep inside of her. Your classmate moans, feeling your seed invade her pussy.
âOppaâŚâ
You let go of her waist and she sinks onto your chest.The two of you stay in place after a long night of partying and sex. You feel her chest heave and her face on your chest. You listen to Eunhaâs breaths. They become slower and slower. And eventually, she falls asleep.
You wake up alone. Itâs a slow process. But eventually you are able to realize where you are. Still at Eunhaâs. You hear her rummaging around downstairs. After a couple of minutes, you finally reach the foot of the stairs. Youâre worn out and still tired. But since today is a holiday, you donât have to go to school.
It seems like Eunha has already cleaned up most of the party from yesterday. You spot her standing in the kitchen. She is wearing nothing but a black bra and matching panties. You can already feel how the sight of her makes you hard again. Why are you so horny lately?
âHello, there.â
Eunha gives you a bright smile. Walking up to her, you watch what she is doing. Breakfast.
"Morning."
You walk up behind her and wrap your arms around her waist.
âIs that oatmeal?â
Eunha definitely caught your lack of excitement.
âIt is. But only for me. Your breakfast is over there.â
She points at the bag of cereal on the edge of the counter. A bowl and milk next to it.
âGreat.â
You start to make your own breakfast.
âIs this Wonyoungâs?â
You catch her hesitating, before she nods.
âIt is.â
âHey,...â
You reach out for her arm.
âSorry about last night. I got carried away a little.â
Eunah smiles at you.
âItâs fine. It was kindaâŚhot.â
You smile back at her and pour the milk into the bowl with the cereal.
âBut just to make things clear: This was just pure sex. Nothing more.â
You look at her and nod.Â
âNo problem."
You walk up behind her again. You just canât help it. She just looks so good when she wears only underwear. Eunha bites her lip when she feels your cock press against her cheeks.
âBut I hope we can have some more fun now?â
âIâd love to.â
Eunha leans back and captures your lips with hers. You let your hands wander over her chest, giving her tits a couple of squeezes.
âBut Iâm sure my mom is coming home soon. We will have to be quick.â
âDonât worry. This wonât take long.â
Eunha chuckles as she feels you pulling her panties off her hips. Your boxers lie on the floor a second later.
âOh, yes.â
Eunha sighs, her hands pressed flat against the surface of the counter in front of her as you push inside. Her pussy feels familiar to you by now. Warm and tight. Just wet enough for you to fuck her properly after a couple of slow thrusts.
âWe definitely need to do this again sometime.â
She sighs dreamily, eyes only half open as she feels you slowly pushing in and out of her. The two of you are still sleepy, so you donât go too hard. Another moan leaves Eunhaâs lips as you push a little deeper. Her head falls back. You kiss her upper back, her shoulders, her neck. Her skin feels smooth under your lips. You close your eyes as the two of you get lost in the pleasure that both your bodies provide for one another.
Suddenly, the two of you freeze.
âWas that a car?â
âShit, shit, shit! My mom!â
You can see the fear in Eunhaâs eyes. It was already dangerous enough to throw a party at her house, without permission. But if her mother catches her while she gets plowed in her kitchenâŚ
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*ŕŠâŠâ§âË IN EVERY UNIVERSE .
â when traveling across multiple universes, miles learns the two of you are together in every single one .
e1610! miles morales x black! fem! reader .
miles pants as heâs in a universe that looks eerily similar to his own, but he knows itâs not his due to the sound of his own voice ringing from his bedroom. miles soundly walks through the house â going unnoticed due to his invisibility â and peeks through his bedroom door to see you and miles sitting on his bed, you placing stickers on his face.
âjust stay still!â you giggled, placing a heart sticker on his tip of his nose. âwhat are we doing this for again?â miles asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as he could but not being able to hide the amusement in his voice. âgotta take pictures of you for our scrap book, plus i canât let these stickers go to waste.â you tell him, snapping a picture on your phone and smiling when looking at the results. âsee! isnât it cute?â you questioned your miles, a love struck look in his brown eyes.
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the next universe was by far his favorite. miles walked around looking at the pictures that hung on the walls or were placed carefully on a table or shelf, it was pictures of you and him â about 10 years older â with two little kids, one boy one girl. miles was taken out of his train of thought when he heard the giggles of a little girl. he waited to make sure no one else was in the way and he poked his head in through the crack in the door, watching you put the little girlâs afro into two puffs held together with pink ribbons.
âis daddy gonna like my hair?â the girl asks you, looking up at you with curious eyes. âwell i dunno. letâs go find out, yeah?â miles instinctively moved out of the way and watched you and the little girl walk into the room where older miles was, watching your daughter jump on the bed and ask â âdo you like my hair?â just for him to respond with picking her up and telling her how much he loves it.
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the last universe miles was able to travel to was interesting. in this universe, it was just you and him inside an assumed shared apartment. miles tip-toes down the hall to hear you laughing at something he said.
âmiles, just put the mask on!â you tell him, a goofy grin on your face. âiâm trying! the wand is too small.â miles complains, struggling to get the mask on his face. âhere, lemme do it.â you say, taking the wand from his hand and applying it yourself, watching miles look down at you with love. âthere.â you say, proud of your work. ânow, let me do your nails!â you grin, watching milesâ eyes go wide.
âlike paint them?â miles asks, following you with his eyes while you walk around the bathroom and gather the clippers and clear nail polish. âkinda. itâs a clear coat and it helps with breakage and stuff.â you tell him, coaxing him to sit on the toilet seat. âit wonât show?â miles asks, sadness in his voice. âwell why are you sad about it?â you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. âi just wanna show everyone what good of a nail artist my girlfriend is.â miles says, a dopey grin on your face. âwe can do blue afterwards, i promise.â you say to him, smiling right back.
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and this universe, miles was finally home. he knocks on your door, being let in by your mom.
âwhat brings you over here, miles?â your mom grinned, leaning against the door. âis it okay if i stay over? mom and dad are working late and i donât wanna be alone.â miles says, twiddling his thumbs. âof course! rio and jeff know youâre here, right?â your mom asked, letting miles in. âof course. thank you.â miles says, practically racing up the stairs and into your room.
âmiles!â you exclaimed, seeing him walk into your room. âhey, y/n!â he exclaimed back, catching you with a grin when you threw yourself into a hug. âwhereâve you been?â you asked, checking his face to make sure he was okay. âhad to stay over at school, just some project stuff.â miles shrugged. âoh, and i brought some face masks and a new notebook!â miles says, holding up the bag excitedly. âwhatâs the notebook for?â you ask, flipping thought the pages.
âi thought we could take up scrapbooking.â miles grins.
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CLASS PROJECT
pairing: soft!nate x latina!reader
summary: nate had always been distracting, you knew that, but you didn't realize how distracting he was until you got paired with him for your final project of the semester and couldn't seem to actually focus on it.
warnings: SMUT, swearing, making out, oral (female receiving), fingering, pet names (use of the words ma and princess), no actual p in v in this one.
word count: 2449
author's note: im a matt girl i swear but guys nateâs boston accent đđ
you had been paying attention all of class, or so you thought until the teacher called your name and your head shot up, you're eyes shooting wide. "did you hear what i said?" she asked, her hands on her hips as she looked at you expectedly.
you shook your head, looking down bashfully, "no ma'am," you admitted. she sighed, making a tsking sound before repeating herself, "i just assigned a group project for your final, i need you to partner up with nate," she said, causing you to look to your side.
the boys blue eyes were already on you as he gave you a small smile. you looked back at the teacher nodding your head before the bell rang. people started packing up as the teacher sighed, "the bell doesn't dismiss you, i do," which earned eye rolls and groans from students.
"see you tomorrow everyone, i'm expecting to hear that you guys have come up with great plans for this final," she called as people walked out.
you packed up your things, waiting patiently for nate to grab his stuff. he turned to you, his eyes shining, "my house or yours?" he asked, digging around his pocket for his keys as you did the same thing, digging around in your bag for your own.
"mine," you replied, pulling your keys out finally. he followed as you walked out of the classroom going towards the big double doors at the front of the school. "should i follow you? or do you want to send me your address?" he asked, making you stop in place.
the realization that nate didn't actually know where you lived settling in. you grabbed a pen from the side pocket of your bag, swiftly grabbing his arm, and flipping it over to write your address across his pale flesh. "there, now i'll see you in 20," you said, before turning and heading to your car.
nate showed up at your house 5 minutes earlier than you had told him, his hair slightly damp and messy. you tilted your head at him, making a small tsking noise, "gonna have to teach you how to be punctual with your time," you teased, making him roll his eyes playfully.
"sorry for being early," he said, his tone mocking your own. you turned, walking away as you let him in. your mom came from the kitchen, drying her hands on a dish towel.
"you must be nate," she smiled, her cuban accent thick and her eyes a dark brown, different than your own green ones you had received from your fathers genes. "yes ma'am," he smiled politely, nodding his head as he took her hand in his own shaking it.
she let him go, waving her hand, "nonsense, no need to call me ma'am, makes me feel old, my name is naomi," she said, her tone soft and inviting.
"well, thank you for having me naomi," he smiled, his cheeks dimpling cutely. "oh of course, mi casa es su casa," she said, turning and heading back to the kitchen. "your mom seems nice," nate stated, looking down at the girl who was watching her mom go back to the kitchen with a furrowed expression.
"yeah, sure," you mumbled, turning towards the stairs, "come on." nate followed behind you as you ascended the stairs, stopping outside your room.
you pushed open the door, your eyes landing on the unmade bed and clothes scattered on the floor, "sorry about the mess," you said, stepping in and immediately picking up the scattered close.
"my rooms probably worse to be honest," he chuckled, giving you an amused look as he watched you scurry to clean it slightly. he couldn't help his nose as he picked up the subtle smell of weed and mint, something he wasn't used to but didn't hate.
"ok, it's better," you said, straightening up and taking in a deep breath. "my rooms not normally messy," you say with a timid smile, "i was just in a rush this morning," you say, turning and walking to your desk.
"it's fine, don't worry about it," he said, plopping down onto your bed. "okay, the big question is, what are we doing this project on?" you mumble, flipping through your history book.
you didn't even notice nates eyes on you, his mind racing with a million thoughts. you were gorgeous, a fact that had been established in middle school, the way your curls cascaded flawlessly down your back. he would be lying if he said he didn't use to count your freckles when you weren't paying attention.
his eyes would trail down your tan skin, wanting to be able to touch it innocently, just to feel if it's as soft as he thinks it is. your eyes were a beautiful shade of green, something that always caught his attention. your lips were full, always painted in a sheer red, pink, or purple gloss that he found himself wanting to taste.
you were the embodiment of perfection, or at least he thought so. the way you laughed, the way you smiled, the way you carried yourself, the way you made friends easily and never really got in trouble, always doing the right thing. he was always jealous of the people who got to call themselves your friend, not having the guts to walk up and start an actual conversation with you.
"don't know, wasn't actually paying attention," he shrugged, nonchalantly, bringing a hand through his golden locks. "that's helpful," you huffed, looking over at him, "guess we're winging it," you gulped, already repeating the words 'i'll get a good grade on this' in your head over and over.
"guess so," he nodded, pulling a random bucket you had in your room over next to your desk chair. he rested his elbow on your desk, his chin going into his palm as he looked a the text book sprawled out in front of the two of you.
"maybe we can talk about the civil war," he said, his eyes squinting at the page as he tried to read the words. "maybe," you said with a frown, "would be mediocre though," you sighed, resting your face in your hands.
nate chuckled, watching you groan, "we'll think of something," he said, "we still have all month," he reminded, watching as your face changed from frustration to something else, something more relaxed.
"yeah, i guess," you sighed, pushing the textbook away and grabbing a notebook, "we should at least make a timeline, and list topics we can talk about," you suggested. "yeah, why not," he shrugged, his eyes meeting yours, his pupils dilating as he watched your lips purse together, something you always did when you were thinking.
you wrote a bunch of different topics, things to talk about, and important dates that nate had forgotten.
an hour passed and nate had been more of a distraction then he had help, not that he wasn't helping every once in a while.
his eyes were still on your face as you tapped your pen against the paper, his mind thinking of a hundred dirty things that he shouldn't have been. "you're staring," you stated, looking up at him, his blue eyes darting back to your green ones. "my bad," he shrugged, a smirk playing at his lips.
"what's got you so distracted," you asked, tilting your head slightly. "you," he shrugged, watching your expression go from confused to intrigued, your lips forming a small pout, making him bite his bottom lip.
"oh yeah?" you asked, your eyebrows raising slightly, "what about me?" you questioned, closing the notebook, and tossing the pen onto your desk, giving him your undivided attention as you turned towards him.
"you're just a very distracting person," he said, leaning closer to you. you let out a small laugh, "how am i distracting?" you asked, your eyes flickering to his lips for a second, making nate grin.
"do you really want me to tell you, or do you just want me to show you?" he asked, his eyes going half lidded as he watched your lips part, the tip of your tongue running over your bottom lip, making him clench his jaw.
"show me," you said, barely above a whisper, leaning closer to him. he didn't need anymore invitation as his lips met yours in a gentle kiss, his hands gripping your waist, bringing you closer.
the kiss was innocent, at first, both of you testing the waters, feeling each other out. your lips were just as soft as nate imagined they were, his large hands pulling you into his lap, his chest pressing against yours.
the kiss turned heated, your guys' tongues sliding together. his hands finding there way under the fabric of your shirt, feeling the skin on your back. he softly brought his hands up just to gently run his nails down.
you whimpered, the feeling of his blunt nails on your back sending shockwaves through you, goosebumps forming. nate pulled away, looking at you as you panted, his eyes dark, pupils blown. "i think i like kissing you," you breathed out, making him chuckle, "i think i do too," he mumbled, connecting his lips to yours again.
this time the kiss was hot, nates tongue exploring your mouth, his hands trailing up your sides, his thumbs just under your breast. he pulled away, attaching his lips to the spot right under your ear. you let out a gasp, your eyes going wide at the sensation.
"nate," you whispered, as his lips sucked the spot on your neck. your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to you. you felt him grin against your neck, his teeth gently grazing over the area he had just sucked, making you whimper.
his hands found the hem of your shirt, "is this okay?" he mumbled against your neck, his lips peppering kisses along the column of your throat. "mhm," you breathe, nodding your head.
he didn't need anymore confirmation as he pulled the fabric off of your body, his eyes immediately going to your chest, a red lacy bra, with a bow in the center holding the two mounds on your chest together. "so pretty, ma," he said, his voice deep, sending heat between your legs.
he didn't waste time in unhooking the material, tossing it to the floor. his lips found their way to the newly exposed skin, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, his hand showing the other one love as his fingers tugged and twisted at the pink bud.
you were a panting mess above him, your hands tangled in his hair as he worshiped your body. he released your nipple with a pop, his eyes connecting with yours. "lay back for me," he mumbled, watching as you complied, laying down on the bed, the cold sheets touching your warm back.
he hovered over you, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down your body. he stopped right at the hem of your shorts, his hands undoing the button and zipper, quickly pulling them down your legs.
he licked his lips, seeing the red lace that matched your bra, a damp spot in the middle, his mouth watered. "can i eat you out, pretty girl?" he asked, looking up at you, his blue eyes dark with lust.
"please," you whimpered, making him smirk. "such a nice girl, using your manners," he said, leaning down and nipping at the flesh of your inner thighs. you let out a small whine, watching as his lips made a trail to where you needed him most.
he left open mouthed kisses along the inside of your thigh, before he pulled the red fabric to the side. he licked a fat stripe up your slit, causing your hips to buck. he chuckled, placing his large hand on your stomach, and pinning you down, his fingers digging into the flesh.
"don't move, princess," he commanded, his tongue lapping up the juices that were spilling from your core. his tongue flicked over your clit, sucking it into his mouth, his lips wrapping around the small bud. one of your hands flew to his hair while the other flew to your mouth, trying to silence the moans coming from your lips.
"want to hear you baby," he mumbled, releasing your clit, and plunging two of his long fingers into your tight cunt. your head flew back, the pleasure overwhelming as his fingers curled inside of you. "fuck, nate," you breathed, "my m- fuck," you cut yourself of with a whine.
"moms h-home," you panted, his fingers pumping in and out of you at a fast pace, curling just right to hit that spot inside of you. "don't care," he said, his teeth gently nibbling at your sensitive clit.
your walls clenched around his fingers, causing him to let out a groan. he pumped his fingers faster, the wet sounds filling the room, "such a sloppy cunt, you gonna cum for me?" he asked, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bundle of nerves, "going to be a good girl, and cum for me?" he questioned.
"fuck, nate, i- fuck, m'cumming," you cried, your legs shaking as his fingers and tongue worked in sync, his free hand moving up to tweak at your nipple. you felt the knot in the pit of your stomach tighten, your toes curling.
"there we go, cum for me baby," he encouraged, watching as you came undone around his fingers, your juices flowing out of you and onto his hand.
"fuck, so pretty, coming on my fingers," he said, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he worked you through your high. once your breathing went back to normal, he pulled his fingers out, he kept his eyes trained on you as he stuck them in his mouth, cleaning them, then pulling them back with a 'pop'.
"rags?" he asked, his hands rubbing over your thighs as he watched your legs shake. "bathroom," you mumble, pointing to your bathroom door. he disappeared for a minute before coming back, a white wash cloth in his hand.
his feet carried him back over to your bed, kneeling in between your legs as he swept the fabric between your thighs, cleaning the mess. once he was done, he tossed it into your hamper, making his way back onto the bed.
"you doing okay?" he asked, laying on his side, his head propped up on his hand, his elbow on the mattress. "mm, better than okay," you mumbled, opening your eyes to look up at him.
he smiled, his dimples showing, "glad i could be of assistance," he smirked, making you giggle, rolling your eyes playfully.
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Drunk n Love â Ethan Landry â
PAIRING: Ethan x gn!reader
SUMMARY: Ethans drunk and he says some cute and lovey stuff
WARNINGS: none :)
You were walking around this stupid frat party wondering where your boyfriend went. You saw Mindy and Anika on the couch so you went to them first. âHey guys, have you seen Ethan? I canât find him anywhere,â you ask worriedly.
âUhh I think heâs in the kitchen with Chad,â Mindy tells you and with a nod of your head you go to look for him. Pushing past all these sweaty people you wonder why youâre even here. Chad had convinced Ethan to go and Ethan didnât want to go without you, he had practically begged you. You loved him but he was such a piece of work when he wanted to be.
You go to the kitchen and the first thing you see is Chad and Ethan chugging whateverâs in their red solo cups. âHeyyy Y/N!â Chad shouts as he slams his cup on the counter, clearly drunk. âOh godâ you thought. You look over at Ethan who can barely stand on his own. âChad, what have you made him drink?â
âHey I didnât do anyyythinâ he has a mind of his own and a very smart one too! What I do- or wait what HE does is not my fault,â he says defensively with his hands raised.
âUh huh- right.â You go over to Ethan and put your arm around him. Fuck he was heavy. âHiii y/n you look so pre-pretty,â he says with a hiccup. You mutter a âthank you ethâ and then look over at Chad, âIâm taking him home. You stay here and Iâll get your sister,â you say pointing to Chad with a stern look.
âYeah yeah whatever mom,â he slurs and pours himself another drink.
âCâmon Eth, letâs get you home.â
âYes maâam.â You roll your eyes and make your way back over to where Mindy was. âMindy! Your brotherâs in the kitchen absolutely wasted I think itâs time to take everyone home.â
âAw shit alright. Thanks, y/n.â You nod and try to get Ethan to move with you but he was too busy staring at his hands. âEthan what the hell are you doing?â
âLook- look at my hands why are they so big? Theyâre like very large.â You try not to laugh and grab one of his hands. âYeah theyâre so strong now cmon letâs go home, Eth.â
âI donât want to.â
âYou have to.â
âNuh-uh you canât make me,â he says sticking his tongue out.
âEthan I swear to god if you donât move right now I will kick your ass.â
âOoo i like you mad you look hot,â he says with a goofy smile and a giggle as he sways. âEthan! Come on!â Youâre now dragging him out of the door and he mutters an âokay okayâ.
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You end up finally making it to his dorm after a long walk that shouldâve only been five minutes. You walk him to his room and place him on the bed. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt and jeans that probably werenât going to be comfortable to sleep in.
âEthan, do you have any pajamas or something more comfortable?â You ask pushing some curls out of his face.
âMhmmm theyâre in the sec- second drawer, baby.â The poor boy could barely hold his head up. You nod at him before going to the drawer and pulling out plaid blue pajama pants and grabbing a random gray t-shirt.
You sit the clothes in his lap, âHere go get dressed in the bathroom.â
âI donât wanna get upppp,â he whines.
âEthan I donât wanna watch you change-â
âYouâve never had a problem beforeee,â he giggles.
âThatâs when youâre sober dumbass,â You playfully push his shoulder and he falls back on the bed dramatically with a âso rude!â
âFine, Iâll just turn around.â And you do so as he changes. You could hear him struggle trying to get his shirt off and wanted to laugh at him. He didnât get drunk often, but it was slightly amusing to you when he did.
âOkay Okay im good now,â he tells you.
âAlright, letâs get you in bed,â you say and he crawls under the covers. You put a light blanket over him and kiss his head as you go to turn off the light.
âWait-â he stops you as he gently grabs your wrist. âAre you not gonna sleep with me?â he asks with a pout.
âEthan, I have to go.â
âNooo! No you donât. Can you just- just stay with me until I sleep? Please?â He says with his big brown eyes looking up at you.
âOkay, but only till you fall asleep.â
âYayyy!!â You shush him for being too loud before youâre under the covers with him. He turns so his back isnât facing you anymore and instead he wraps his arms around you while his chin is on top of your head.
âHey Y/n?â
âYeah Ethan?â
âYou know I love you right. I love you a lot and thank you for takin ca- caare of me. Youâre a good partner.â
âI love you too and youâre welc-â
He cuts you off, âIâm gonna marry you some day, did you know? Weâre gonna have a weddin a faancy one too,â he smiles to himself.
Youâre stunned for a moment before the biggest smile is across your face. Youâre about to respond but you see he already closed his eyes and was ready to sleep. You lay there with him not wanting to get up and decided you were going to stay there all night.
Even though he probably wouldnât remember this tomorrow, you would, and youâd treasure the memory.
That boy has your whole heart.
this sucksss but I love him so much :( AND IM SORRY GUYS ILL WORK ON REQUESTS TMR!!
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WHEN YOU'RE CLOSE TO ME
( Mark Grayson x reader || taking care of his little brother with you, SPOILERS for Invincible s2, mentions/alluding to character death)
"Tell me why we're doing this again?" Mark asks as he watches you prepare some sort of setup. Filled with colorful eggs, Gerber baby puffs, and various bowls. He holds Oliver in his arms, trying his best to keep his little brother from grabbing at the eggs in front of them. "It's an exercise." you reply, filling the plastic eggs with small handfuls of baby puffs. The sight of the puffs makes Oliver squeal in delight, making grabby hands in your direction.
"An exercise?" he repeats, looking down at the counter top. You notice him glancing down and smiling a bit. "Not for you, Mark." you chuckle softly. Mark glances back up at you, slightly embarrassed that you noticed him looking down. "I knew that." he says back, adjusting his hold on Oliver once again.Â
The baby was squirming in excitement, looking at the Gerber puff-filled eggs with wide eyes. "Down, down!" he exclaims, swatting at Mark's hand. He puts the boy down, letting him stumble in his socks towards the table, unable to grab at the snacks due to his height.Â
The both of you watch Oliver attempt to grab the baby snacks. You with a smile, and Mark with confusion. "You invited me over for.." He gestures with the back of his hand towards the small station you put together. "This?" he says, trying to make sense of exactly why you invited him over.
"Yes, I did." you reply curtly, hoping he could make sense of things himself. You knew Mark was clueless sometimes, but he wasn't that clueless.Â
You wait for him to say something, ask anything, but he doesn't. He stares at the counter in confusion plastered all over his face. His lower lip jutted to the side as he stared blankly at the eggs. "You really don't know why I invited you and Oliver over, do you?" you ask with a chuckle, gesturing for him to come near the table.
He follows after you, glancing over to the side to check on his little brother. Oliver was playing with the toys his mom packed for him before they left, clinking toy cars together and making explosion sounds with his mouth.Â
"He has a big imagination, huh?" you comment, an endearing tone in your voice.There was some sort of gentleness behind it, like you cared for Oliver the same way he did. "Yeah. My mom says he gets it from me." Mark replies, the corners of his cheeks lifting up into a small smile. Mark saw Oliver as his own brother, despite the circumstances it took to bring him back to Earth. Seeing how much you cared for him would've made Andressa proud.
He glances back at you, your elbows propped against the edge of the table. Now that you have his attention again, you pick up one of the eggs. "My parents used to do this with me when I was little," you say, showing him the egg. You shake it with a flick of your wrist, catching Oliver's attention from the living room. "It's an exercise that's supposed to help with motor skills and stuff." you explain, Mark didn't know exactly what you meant by "stuff" but he nods along anyway.
"Does Oliver know how to count yet?" you ask, looking at him. The question catches him off guard slightly, but he nods again. "Yeah, my mom loves singing this one song in Korean to him. I forgot the lyrics but she does this little hand thing-"Â
Mark gestures with his hands, holding up his pointer fingers and swaying them to a nonexistent beat. He smiles awkwardly, hoping you'd get what he was trying to explain. You smile at him, the corners of your eyes folding along as well. "Good! This helps with counting, too. It's more hands-on."Â
Out of curiosity, Oliver pads over in his bear-themed socks, lifting his arms up to signal that he wants to be carried. "Up!" he shouts at Mark, making him bow his head down to look at his little brother. "Looks like somebody wants to start now." he comments in amusement, scooping Oliver into his arms.
"Let's start then." you smile as you slide over a stepping stool for Oliver to stand on. Finally, he was able to grab at the colorful eggs you had set up for him. The gears were already turning in his head as he grabbed a pink egg, unlike his older brother who had to have the process explained to him word-for-word.Â
You both watch as Oliver toys around with the eggs, watching as he grabs another one from the carton, smashing the two eggs together. This makes his eyes go wide in joy as puffs explode from their inner contents. "We're just...gonna watch him?" Mark asks you, tilting his head slightly. "We help when we need to, but other than that, yes."Â
You carefully grab the Gerber puff bottle out of Oliver's field of vision, not wanting his attention to pull away from his way of playing. That being, smashing the eggs together in glee as puffs explode from their shells. Impressively to Mark, you open the bottle with one hand, using your elbow to hold the bottle in place. "Hold out your hand." you ask him, which Mark does silently, wondering to himself exactly what you'd do. "Here. As a thanks for your cooperation." you try not to laugh as you pour him a handful of baby puffs, before pouring one out for yourself.Â
He smiles to himself, picking up one of the puffs in between his index finger and his thumb. "These things are flower shaped? Cute." he says, popping the snack into his mouth.Â
"They're supposed to help with pincer grasps." you say, sounding like you had the fact readied just for this exact conversation. He nods along as stuffs the handful of puffs you gave him into his mouth. "Huh." Mark says in reply, his words muffled.
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that's good, in the best ending besides, how's CatNap and Dogday? Did CatNap regret the things he did and apologize to his friends? Is DogDay back to being a leader and a herding dog on this farm? and most importantly, how is the relationship between these two?
(they're both my favorite characters from Poppy Playtime, you know? besides, I love your AU)
Aaaaa! Thank you! I'm really glad that you enjoy my silly au and that I absolutely adore them too, but now to your questions.
Both Catnap and Dogday would be okay! Granted both of them would have some serious issues of their own that they would have to navigate due to the trauma. Especially now that they both would have a chance to breath and look back on it all at their own pace.
Catnap eventually did feel regret for some of the stuff he did. Not killing the humans. or giving his "friends" a fright, but about greatly harming them and falling for the ruse that led to it... He genuinely believed he was doing what was right at the time and that the prototype was his friend and savior. Besides that, he did apologize eventually! Granted it was really awkward and embarrassing by the end of it, yet he did it!
Dogday would more or less have his leader role back. Mostly because none of the others wanted to deal with all the organizing and planning with their new living situation. The other toys tease him about it, much to his dismay. Now on the other hand, Dogday is a bit too big and frightening to be a herding dog. At least "officially." The medium or smaller sized toys more than likely take care of things like that due to them actually being able to reach the smaller areas.
Finally, Dogday's and Catnap's relationship. They're civil with each other at the very least. Working out and seeing if they're even able to rekindle their friendship in a healthy and positive manner. It's a bit of a struggle as Dogday is the designated mom friend in the group to make sure everyone is doing what they need to be doing. It's rather amusing to watch as long as it's not you getting pestered by him.
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Maybe on the "Am I a human chair?" AU
PART I - PART II - PART III
Carlos Sr. Found out about their relationship in a funny way
(I'm sorry for grammar mistakes, and also I didn't write the dialog between Carlos and Cenamor in spanish cause as much as I can understand everything I'm horrible at writing and speaking Spanish (it always turn into a weird portunhol by accident đ¤đŤŁ) so imagine that whole last scene is in spanish please.)
Also, quick reminder, this is more of a brain vomit than a real structured fic
Carlos calls Oscar on video, asking how he is doing after the DNF
"Amorcito, how are you feeling? What did the doctors say?"
"I'm high as fuck, got cracked ribs and a concussion" Oscar is blinking slowly and Carlos finds it adorable.
"I just finished media, the team meeting was rescheduled for tomorrow, I'll see you soon Amor."
"Kim said I can't shower alone so hurry up."
"Tell Kim I 100% agree with him."
Oscar can see him moving around grabbing some stuff from his driver's room to bring back to his hotel room.
"He's not here right now" Carlos stops.
"He left you alone?"
" 'm not alone" Oscar is giggling and messing with his own hair with his free hand.
"You're so high baby, it's funny. Who is with you then?" He watches Oscar's phone be grabbed, as it turns Carlos feels his blood run cold.
"He needs to sleep now." Carlos Sainz Cenamor, his father, who Carlos completely forgot he gave a spare key of his hotel room a day before.
"Uh, yea. I'll finish getting my stuff and uh yea bye."
His dad will be pissed at him for hanging up like that.
Oh god.
Things are not as bad as he imagined, Oscar as his Dad are talking about racing, the McLaren driver is lying down on the bed with a towel put on his eyes, wearing Carlos Ferrari Jacket.
His dad is sitting on the sofa, he looks at him, amused to see the lack of color on his son's face.
"He refuses to sleep, says he wants to see you first. Is it a McLaren requirement to be stubborn?"
"Papa Yo-" He whispers in an apologetic tone
"Eres mi hijo, no creas que eso cambia mi amor por ti." - Cenamor says as he gets up and pat his son's back. - "He is here now Oscar, you can finally sleep, no?"
They hear Oscar make an agreeing sound, his right arm out of the bed, hand grabbing the air, calling Carlos over.
Cenamor tells him he will wait outside, something about having calls to make. Carlos sits down by Oscar's side as the door clicks.
"How are you feeling CariĂąo?"
"I want a kiss. My lips arenât bruised, the doctor didn't say anything about kissing."
âI'll give you one and you will rest okay? When you wake up again to take your meds I'll help you shower."
Carlos says against Oscar's lips before closing the gap between them. It's slow but sweet, Oscar's hand goes to his hair and as Carlos breaks their kiss the other pulls him back in, whispering "One more."
After three kisses Oscar is out like a light.
â-
Talking with his father goes well, he is not disappointed in him, he doesn't understand how they got involved, with the amount of times they fought in and out of track but doesn't ask.
"I knew one day you would end up with a McLaren driver, I just guessed the wrong one."
"Papa!"
âReyes and I adopted Lando since your McLaren days because of that y'know? We both were sure one day you would come over with him and tell us."
"I never had romantic feelings for Lando! And it may not look like it but he is straight, Papa."
"Hmm, I'll have to call your mom back, we thought you broke up with Lando last year, we thought he didn't spend new years with us because of that."
âWhen? Wait, when did you give mom a call??"
"I left you and Oscar alone so I could call her. She asked if now you will stop with those PR relationships contracts. You know she hates those. She said she read early today some good things about your boy."
His face is all warm and red, he feels like a teenager, embarrassed about having a crush, but also he feels glad to have such a wonderful family by his side.
His dad's phone rings, Reyesâ picture shows up.
"Here, talk to her, she wants to see when we all could have dinner together so she could meet Oscarâ
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For bishova: regret
it would be stupid to think she knew anything about yelena from oneâa mostly masked fight on a rooftop, and twoâa conversation slash interrogation (?) in her burned-up apartment but when the widow took the seat next to her in the booth where she had been drowning her sorrows, a bottle of top shelf vodka in her hand, kate couldnât help thinking maybe the other girl was being nice.
but what the fuck did she know? she hadnât even know her mom was a mob boss or whatever.
âwhat do you want?â
âto drink,â yelena said calmly.
kate kept her head low. no one in a bar like this cared who she wasâhopefully, though maybe she was risking it by patronising a dive bar, maybe her mom had double-crossed or pressured or stole from or threatened everyone in here.
kate didnât tell yelena to leave but she didnât say anything more. just sat and rolled a quarter over her knuckles again and again and again and again andâ
âyou are not being a very welcoming friend, kate bishââ
âdonât,â kate growled. out of the corner of her eye, she saw the assassin smirk. she probably sounded like a toothless puppy to her. she was a fucking joke. âjust donât. okay? sit and drink or go away.â
yelena sat. she poured a measure into one shot glass and pushed it in front of kate, who blinked down at it.
âwhatâdid you bring your own novelty shot glasses to a bar?â she couldnât think of another reason sheâd have an Alice In Wonderland themed glass.
kate let the quarter clatter to the tabletop and traded it for the little glass, lifted it up to make sure.
DRINK ME, it said, with a cheshire grin.
yelena didnât smile like that but when kate finally looked at her, properly, she was pretty sure the glint in her eyes was the assassinâs version of it.
âyes. mine is even better. see?â
kate didnât look down.
âdoes it say hot sauce?â
âit says hot sauce.â yelena smiled toothily. âa funny thing to put on a shot glass, yes?â
âyeah.â kate mustered a dry sigh. âyeah, itâs - thatâs funny.â
âyou are not amused. you are either not a funny person, kateâwhich i know is not trueâor you are not paying attention to my very funny glass.â
yelena threw her shot back.
kate should look away. kate should not find it very attractive, the way yelena shook her hair back and swallowed the shot, licked a drop from the corner of her mouth. the line of her throat. kate should not have got her mom arrested. kate should not be upset about getting her mom arrested. kate should be stalwart and true and brave andâ
yelena tapped the table. âdrink.â
âdonât tell me what to do,â kate snapped, overly harsh.
the only sign that yelena noticed was her slow blink. then the assassin scoffed.
âso rude, kate! here i am, bringing the âgood stuffâ, and you wonât drink? this is very hurtful. i am hurt!â yelena insisted, hand to heart.
she was lying, of course. she had some spin, some angle, something she was trying to get out of her or do and kate didnât have to play along this time! it wasnât any of her business! except that yelena was here, of course, but what did that mean?
kate scowled down at her drink. she hadnât even finished the mostly-foam beer the bartender had shoved into her hand, pint sticky with the drink that slopped over the edge. or from the drink before. which was gross but. whatever. she wished sheâd drunk more. wished yelena hadnât shown up yet but when she was a more respectable nine drinks in, which would be a real excuse for not knowing what angle yelena was working this time, for how muddled kateâs thoughts were.
an ache punched up into the soft of her brain, the headache (concussion?) kate had been ignoring for the last hour. she let out an unsteady breath and picked up the quarter again. squeezed it until that hurt more than her head.
âdid you poison it?â
yelena turned so she could lean an elbow on the table, prop her head against her hand. kate watched out of the corner of her eye as the other girl smiled very sweetly.
âno.â
âdrug it?â
âno.â
âsteal it?â
âno.â
kate sighed.
âfuck it. thanks.â
she drank.
the vodka hit the back of her throat first. then she tasted it; it tasted like the time she swore her head off and her mom told her to wash her mouth out with soap and sheâd done it becauseâ
âanother,â kate rasped, and coughed.
yelena poured her another. when kate drank that one too, she said,
âyou did not strike me as this kind of girl.â
heat poured through kate, stomach out. it was nice. it was always so cold in new york. not the real kind of cold kept at bay with a good coat, and kate always had a good coat and boots she never slipped because her mom always got her the best stuff and scolded her when she tried to slide across a big patch of ice. new york was cold because there were so many people here but none of them were hers. and yet. here was yelena. and vodka. and kate was warm.
her tongue felt warm too, which was weird. maybe the drink was drugged. she didnât think she cared at this point.
âwhat kinda girl?â
âthe kind to sit in dirty bars and drink alone.â
kate considered that seriously. yelenaâs words felt as smoky as her voice and the meanings kept slipping through her fingers. how strong was that vodka?
âme neither,â she confessed. âbut before today did you think i was the kinda girl to get my mom arrested?â it struck her as funny. it was funny! because, guess what, she is!
âi was not sure,â yelena said. âbut i am not that surprised. it was fifty-fifty, yes?â
fifty-fifty chance sheâs a bad daughter or a bad hero. great odds. fucking fantastic.
âyou are having regret.â
kate eyed her empty shot glass.
âi will give you another when you answer my question.â
kate grinned. leaned closer to her drinking buddy. âso thisââ she patted yelenaâs shoulderâand was sober enough to see the frown that earned her to remember not to do that againââthis is an interrogation, huh? okay.â she leaned closer. âi wish you hadnât told me.â
yelena narrowed her eyes. read kate like an open book. easierâlike words on a clear shot glass.
âyou do not mean that.â
kate shrugged. she wasnât so sure. she nudged her shot glass closer to yelena. âany more questions or will you be a good drinking buddy and top me up, romanoff?â
she thought yelena wanted to say something for a second, as she sat back in the seat and tilted her head. but then yelena only poured her another drink and kate thought better of it. what the fuck did she know? not her mom. and certainly not yelena.
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hii ! i love your writing so much so you know i had to request a luke imagine đ
iâm thinking of a reader with a protective godly parent (your choice of which god), who is very selective on who they allow their child to date. luke has loved them for years, so one night he prays to their parent for approval. idk if youâve watched gilmore girls, but Iâm imagining the scene where dave tries to convince laneâs mom to allow her to date ! (if you havenât seen the show, its a popular clip on tt that you could look up if u wanted)
iâm picturing fluff but could def make it angst too, so itâs whatever you want! also, iâm a fem reader, but i donât mind gender neutral or anything like that
tysm ! â¤ď¸
DAVE AND LANE SHOULD HAVE BEEN ENDING GAME
I LIKE ME BETTER. luke (pjo)
( master list )
IN WHICH⌠Luke is on a mission to prove himself to the father of the girl he loves. Heâll do anything for her hand, even if said god is asking him to do some particularly stupid stunts.
âI like me better when Iâm with you.â
Warnings: drinking, smoking, and vaping mentioned
A/N: Guys⌠I love loser! Luke AND I KNOW YOU DO TOO. I feel like Dionysus would be the guy to put Luke through all this stuff just for his own amusement
Also, this is my little birthday gift for yâall đ˝. Bc itâs my bday today đ
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The first thing when you thought of a daughter of Dionysusâ was a troublemaker, one that rivalled the Stoll brothers. Maybe an alcoholic with bad habits engraved in her mind like her father.
Y/N was a total shock to the camp. How could such a sweet, kind, dazzling girl be the daughter of Dionysus? She didnât have one mean or sarcastic bone in her body.
She was as bright as Apolloâs kids, as beautiful as the Aphrodite girls prancing around in mini skirts and small tops, and as friendly as the Demeter children who grew roses alongside her. So, it wasnât a surprise that boys craned their heads to peek at her, something her father hated witnessing. Nobody, not one mere mortal or even a godly being, was good enough for his beloved daughter.
Dionysus held Y/N close. She reminded him of her mother, who died giving birth to her. He had already lost one important woman in his life. He wasnât going to let history repeat itself again.
âDad?â Y/N called out into her fatherâs room, wrinkling up her nose when she almost stumbled over a wine bottle rolling around. Her father was forbidden to consume alcohol but that didnât stop him from tricking the younger campers into fetching him some.
After concluding that her father wasnât in his quarters, Y/N took the bottle and wandered to find a bin. The trash cans were always moving around, which made it a mission to find one.
As Y/N passed by the Hermes cabin, she heard her name. She glanced over her shoulder, innocently staring at the pair of boys who were conversing outside. One was leaning against a wooden pillar while the other rested his arms against the railing of the porch.
One noticed Y/N and he nudged his friend, quickly changing their conversation topic.
Y/N recognised Luke Castellan. The Aphrodite girls loved to rave about him, about how handsome and talented he was. How they wished they could kiss him. How they wanted to be held in his arms.
He wasnât bad looking in Y/Nâs eyes, quite adorable actually. She watched as his lips curved into an amused smile as he looked at Chris and how his eyes crinkled slightly. Despite wanting to admire him, Y/N forcefully turned her head. She wasnât allowed to date. That was one of her fatherâs golden rules.
She was allowed to drink, allowed to smoke, probably even allowed to go skinny-dipping in the dead of night. Her father was fine with anything as long as she wasnât around any boys. Of course, she never did consume alcohol or take a much needed hit from a cigarette. She had seen other kids do it.
One of the Ares kids was constantly sneaking in and out of camp to buy new vapes. She had even witnessed Luke of all people, the esteemed golden boy, the role model, blow a cloud of smoke from his lips.
Y/N was always scared she was missing out but she valued her healthy lungs, which had played a part in her surviving a terrifying harpy while on her way to camp.
âSheâs perfect.â Luke whispered to Chris.
âToo bad Mr D wonât let you near her.â
It was a known fact that nobody was allowed to date Y/N. She was the camp princess. The only demigod with a parents who cared enough about her to be actively involved in her life. Not even Annabeth had that kind of bond with Athena.
Luke hoped one day Dionysus would let him near Y/N. Until then, he was fine admiring her from afar because he knew no other guys could approach her either.
"You know, I heard Dionysus won't be at the campfire tonight... you could make a move." Chris nudged Luke, muttering quietly so nobody else heard him.
Luke had always been determined to be the first to sweep Y/N off her feet. This was his chance to fulfil that broad claim. He didn't know how he'd do it but when there's a will, there's a way.
All throughout the day, Luke kept close tabs on Y/N. When she was in the arena he was there too, polishing the spare swords. When she was in the garden, Luke happened to be amongst the tall grass too. And he gazed longingly at her from across the pavilion during lunch. She sat alone at her table, Dionysus nowhere in sight.
Luke's heart hammered in his chest as he slowly stood up. Chris slapped his back as a way of encouraging him but it only made his anxiety spike.
âGo get her, tiger.â
âDonât call me that.â
Luke picked up the pace when he realized that a few other boys the same idea as his. âHey, Y/N.â He got to her first.
She lifted her head, staring at him through her lashes. She smiled. âHi, Luke.â She saw his eyes light up.
âYou know my name?â
âIâve been here longer than you. Plus, itâd help concerning if I didnât know the name of the best swordsman.â
âIâm not that good.â
âYou won in a 4 V 1 battle.â Y/N pointed out.
âDid I? I didnât even notice.â
Y/N let out an amused laugh but she immediately cut herself off when she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. Luke cleared his throat, standing upright.
âGood afternoon, Mr D.â He politely greeted the god.
âScram, Castellan.â Mr D ordered, glowering at the teenager. Luke quickly nodded and speed-walked back to his table, where Chris was trying to muffle his laughter.
âHe wasnât even flirting with me, dad.â Y/N huffed and furrowed her eyebrows. Her eyes wandered to Luke, feeling a little sorry for him.
âStop looking at him, Y/N.â Dionysus lightly scolded her. Y/N pouted and pushed the food on her plate around with her fork.
âI wish you would let me date. Iâm the only girl who hasnât kissed someone.â She muttered, huffing.
âI will not let you date a hooligan.â
âDaddy, Luke isnât a hooligan. Heâs sweet. Heâs the best swordsman in three hundred years.â
âWhich means he could easily hurt you.â
âHe wakes up early to go for a run.â
âWow, the perfect set-up to cheat.â
âHeâs good with kids.â
âHeâll want his own kids with you soon.â
âThat last one didnât even make sense.â
âI know a manâs mind, Y/N. Luke Castellan is a dangerous boy.â
Y/N glanced at Luke and Dionysus followed her gaze. Luke was attempting to balance a spoon on his tongue while Chris cracked up.
âDangerous, huh? Iâm absolutely terrified.â Y/N sarcastically deadpanned.
âHeâs acting innocent.â
âSure.â
Fathers always had a weird vendetta against the idea of their daughters dating. Dionysus was no different. If anything, he was worse. He was always popping up at the worst times, such as just now. He never let the attention of a boy linger on Y/N for too long, scared it would take her away from him. Perhaps he was doing it on purpose.
âItâs so unfair.â Y/N huffed as she plucked petals off a rose Silena had randomly given her. âHe wonât let me date or go to the parties. Iâm not even allowed to look at a boy!â Y/N groaned, leaning back in her foldable chair.
She was sitting with Silena in front of the quiet lake, watching as the wind rippled across the still water.
âHave you tried talking to him?â Silena suggested, sipping on a tall glass of whatever drink she had mixed.
âNothing works! Someday heâll have to let me date. He canât stop me forever. Iâm almost twenty now!â
Silena hummed before offering Y/N some pineapple juice.
âAny new gossip, though? Besides Mr D being a total cock block.â
âWell⌠thereâs this one guy.â Y/N murmured, shyly flicking her straw around. Silena immediately sat up.
âTell me everything!â She quickly demanded. âWhatâs his name? Is he cute? Can he fight?â
âHe canât fight⌠and heâs good-looking. Heâs, uh,â Y/N diverted her gaze elsewhere, âAlso a son⌠of Hermes.â
âLuke Castellan!â Silena exclaimed without hesitation. âI knew there was something going on when he approached her! Why havenât you taken an interest in him before? You and him have been here for ages.â
âHe had a middle part before.â
âOh, I remember that!â Silena let out a quiet giggle as she relaxed again, kicking her feet in excitement. âAsk him out.â
âYouâre forgetting one problem. My dad!â
Silena shrugged like it wasnât a big deal. âMake Luke prove himself to Mr D. That worked with my dad!â
âLuke proved himself to your dad?â
âNo, silly! It was another boy. But if Luke wants to be seen as worthy, he has to impress Mr D!â
âI guess.â Y/N mumbled as she slowly nodded her head.
âGreat. Letâs get ready for the campfire. A new Ares boy arrived and I want to see Melo flirt with him. She flirts with everyone.â
Y/N poked a large marshmallow through the skewer before shoving it into the hot flames in front of her. Silena was talking but she was too spaced out to hear a word.
Y/N aimlessly hummed and occasionally nodded her head. âYup.â She muttered, turning her marshmallow over and watching as the soft white treat turned crisp.
âAre you even listening? I said Luke is staring at you.â
That got Y/Nâs attention. She quickly lifted her head, her gaze immediately searching for the brunette. She found him amongst the Hermes kids and a few of the Aphrodite girls loitered around him. He smiled at her for a split second before his eyes flickered to Y/Nâs marshmallow.
He subtly pointed at it and Y/N huffed once she realized her marshmallow had caught fire and been burnt black. âThat was my last one.â She threw the skewer into the fire, allowing the hot flames to swallow it up.
âWell, you did keep eating them.â Silena pointed out.
Y/N sent her a small glare. âYouâre literally eating one of my marshmallows right now. You have a whole pile sitting on your skirt!â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â Silena was quick to shove the rest into her mouth. âBye!â She exclaimed but her words were muffled by the marshmallows.
âYou owe me!â Y/N called out after her.
âIs Silena stealing marshmallows again?â Luke chuckled as he came to a stop in front of Y/N. He shoved his hands into his pockets whilst Y/N nodded.
âShe does this every time. Sheâs stealing from Annabeth now!â Y/N wildly gestured over at Silena who was sweetly convincing Annabeth to hand over a few marshmallows.
âShe should be notorious for being the marshmallow thief.â Luke grinned. He sat down beside Y/N, their shoulders gently brushing.
âSorry about my dad at lunch.â Y/N blurted out. âHe can be a tad⌠overprotective. You know how he is.â
âWell, I did see him set somebodyâs clothes on fire for winking at you.â
Y/N quietly sighed. âYeah⌠poor Nick. May he rest in peace.â
Luke glanced over at Nick who was guarding his marshmallows with his life. âHe isnât dead, you know.â
âYeah, but he looked like he died back then.â
A familiar presence appeared from behind the pair and Luke immediately stiffened while Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line.
âCastellan. What are you doing talking with my daughter?â Dionysus sounded friendly yet when he slung an arm around Lukeâs shoulder, he could tell the god was holding back on strangling him.
âWeâre just talking about Silena and her marshmallows, daddy.â Y/N quickly piped up, âItâs not a big deal.â
âCastellan, letâs have a chat, shall we?â Dionysus dragged Luke off before either of the teens could stop him.
âMr D, before you say anything, please donât set me on fire! And if you do, spare my pants! These were expensive and I even got them on sale!â
âKeep your pants on, kid.â Dionysus grunted, knowing Luke was fully prepared to unbutton his jeans in order to preserve them. âWhat business do you have with my daughter, hm?â
Luke visibly relaxed at the idea of his jeans surviving the convention. âIf it isnât too bold to say, Mr D⌠I like her. A lot. I have for⌠years now. But Iâve always respected your wish to distance her from boys. Iâll even pray to you. Iâll give you wine. Iâll pray to you with wine and vodka and butterscotch and, uh, more wine! And grapes! Big, red grapes! Just give me a chance!â
Dionysus held up a hand to stop Lukeâs aimless rambling. âYou want to have a shot with my daughter?â He asked. Luke frantically nodded. âAlright. Do as I say and maybe Iâll consider it.â
Luke thickly gulped. He didnât like that mischievous look in Dionysusâ eyes but nevertheless, he agreed. âThank you, Mr D!â
Luke was the first camper to wake up. He reached under his bed, pulling out a large bottle of vintage wine he had been saving for this very occasion.
âGood morning, Mr D!â He cheerfully exclaimed, clearly showed the god the label of the alcohol.
âItâs worse now that youâre here.â Dionysus grumbled, yet he held out his chalice for Luke to pour him a much needed drink. Once he had gulped it all down, he turned to face Luke again. âAlright, first task, get rid of some rogue hellhound. Chiron sent me to do it but youâre more than capable, right?â
Luke was in no position to disagree.
âItâs near camp so donât get ya knickers in a twist.â Dionysus stood up, brushing the bread crumbs off his lamp. âSee ya at soon, kid. Oh, and Iâll be taking that.â He grabbed the wine bottle without a care in the world, merrily whistling to him with a small skip in his step.
âDid I just see you talking to my dad?â Y/N raised an eyebrow. Seeing her dad get along with a camper was a rare sight.
âSomewhat.â Luke muttered. âUh, good morning? Youâre up early.â
âI went out for a morning jog.â Y/N smiled as she tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. âSo, hell hound catching, huh?â
âYeah- Wait, what?â Lukeâs gaze snapped to stare at Y/N in slightly shock. She stifled a small laugh.
âI heard your conversation. Whatâs the hell hound all about?â
Luke quietly sighed. âDonât tell your dad I told you,â He leaned forward to whisper in Y/Nâs ear, âBut I convinced him to let me befriend you if I did a few things for him.â
Of course, being Y/Nâs friend wasnât Lukeâs main priority but it was better than nothing.
âYou better get to it, then. Iâm getting lonely.â Y/N laughed as she playfully punched his shoulder. He chuckled alongside her.
âYeah. Iâll see you soon.â He calmly brushed past Y/N, his smile faltering, âIf I survive this.â He muttered to himself, his hands itching to grab a sword.
Finding the hellhound wasnât hard. Luke spotted its raven black pelt amongst the bright green bushes. It stood out like a sore thumb. It was getting rid of it that would be the problem.
As soon as Luke carelessly stepped forward, a twig snapped under his foot, the hellhound growled. It loudly barked, baring its sharp teeth at the Hermes boy. He pointed his sword at the beast, narrowing his eyes.
âI swear, if you kill me, Hades better revive me so I can date Y/N.â Luke launched forward, tackling the large dog. It howled as his sword scratched its leg. âNice dog!â Luke nervously chuckled. The hellhound barked again, kicking Luke with its powerful back legs.
âEasy now!â Luke wheezed, the air being knocked out of him from the repetitive blows.
Luke was supposed to be the best fighter at camp. He never dared picture himself rolling across the ground, practically body slamming a hellhound as mud stuck to his orange shirt.
âJust lie still so I can score a date with my long time crush!â Luke exclaimed as he scrambled to stand up. The hellhound paused in confusion, giving Luke enough time to turn it into fine dust.
âIâm never doing that again.â He muttered to himself as he stormed past the tall trees. Dionysus was standing beside the forest, drinking the wine as he seemed to be waiting for Luke. The god pulled down his sunglasses, bursting into rambunctious laughter when he saw Luke.
âWhat happened to you?! You look terrible, kid!â Dionysus cackled, throwing his head back in amusement.
âYou spilled some wine.â Luke muttered, unamused. His usual perfect skin was now adorned with small cuts and bruises. His shirt was covered in dirt. And his hair what probably taken the brute of the attack. Twigs and leaves stuck out of his messy curled brown locks, which caused Dionysus to snicker.
âI told you it wasnât gonna be easy, kid. Youâll hate tomorrowâs task even more.â
Luke hated every task.
Mondayâs was the hellhound. Tuesdayâs little chore was to clean the girlâs bathroom. He found out then how much long hair they lost. The Aphrodite girls always complained about their hair falling out. Well, Luke had found it down the drain.
Wednesdayâs shenanigan was to steal Clarisseâs beloved spear. Luke wasnât sure how he was alive after being caught by her. Thursday was surprisingly peaceful. All he had to do was sneak out of camp to buy Mr D more wine.
It was now Friday. Luke was wondering what Mr D had in store for him today. Breakfast whizzed by as usual. A few Aphrodite girls tried to catch his attention but he was focused on Mr D whispering something in Y/Nâs ear.
Luke waited patiently throughout the day to be given an idiotic task. It was lunch time when Mr D approached him.
âYou finish this one, kid, and you might have my blessing.â
These words made Lukeâs eyes light up. âWhat is it?â He demanded.
âFollow the trail in the forest, jump across some trees, do a perfect dive into the lake from the highest cliff, and swim across the water towards camp. Easy peasy.â
Lukeâs small smile wavered. âYouâre⌠joking, right?â
The blank look on Mr Dâs face told Luke he wasnât. Luke sighed. âIâll get my towel.â
The run through the forest wasnât so bad. As soon as Luke gave Mr D his towel, he jogged into the thick vegetation. Mr D would be waiting at the finish line for him, if he ever made it. Climbing trees was not Lukeâs forte.
His palms were sweaty as he peered down below, quickly gulping at how far down the ground seemed. âI didnât know I was this stupid.â He muttered to himself before leaping onto a nearby thick branch. He repeated the action, always barely making it and wobbling.
Small beads of sweat trickled down Lukeâs forehead as he hiked up the steep hill towards the cliff under the scorching sun. He could see the small figure of Mr D on the other side of the lake.
Luke was thankful he had taken diving lessons before. With a snippet of hesitation, he gracefully jumped. He hit the cold water, shivering. It felt like small needles poking his body. Luke emerged, panting and spitting out a mouthful of water.
He heard Mr D quietly clap. âGood job, kid.â
âWhat?!â Luke exclaimed, still too far away to hear the godâs voice.
âI said, good job! It was a decent dive!â Mr D cupped his hands over his mouth.
Luke emerged from the lake, drenched and cold and clutching his body as he searched for some warmth.
âDad? Whatâs going on here?â
Both Luke and Mr D stiffened at the sound of Y/Nâs voice. âWhy was Luke in the lake?â
âMr D.â Luke cut in, âI have something to say.â
âIâm busy, Castellan.â
âYouâre literally standing in front of me. Thatâs all youâre doing.â
âDonât let the sassy man apocalypse take you too, Castellan.â
âI have a crush on your daughter, sir. You probably already knew that. I know you have strict rules about dating and boys. But I promise to take good care of your daughter. Iâve only smoked once to try it, I donât drink because Iâm scared itâll make me stupid, Iâve never gotten a ticket. Iâm healthy, I take care of myself, I floss for ten minutes every night and that might seem extreme but cavities are no joke. I do well in activities here and I hardly ever play the video games my siblings do in case the theory of them turning you into a psycho is true. I donât drink coffee. I hate soda because my stomach canât handle the carbonation. Iâll willingly eat like a cow if you donât want me eating meat. I donât mind wearing a suit in the hot sun. I enjoy spending limited time with Y/N and I really, really, really like her.â
Mr D was silent. Luke subtly cleared his throat. âUh⌠Mr D? Please donât make me repeat that list again.â
Mr D broke into a pattern of snickers. âTo tell you the truth, Castellan, I was going to let you date my daughter ages ago. She convinced me. It was just so fun making you do stupid things.â
Lukeâs face dropped. âI did all that⌠for nothing⌠Clarisse almost killed me!â
Mr D, sensing Lukeâs anger, merely rolled his eyes and quickly walked off in a drunken manner. âHave fun, you too.â
âDid you really fight a hellhound?â Y/N asked.
âYes. It ruined my Hello Kitty socks!â Luke huffed. âBut Iâd do it again for you. What do you say, Y/N? Will you go out with me?â Luke clasped his hands together as a way of begging.
âI feel a little sorry for you, so okay.â She pulled him into a hug. âYou know youâre going to have to prove yourself to my friends now.â
Luke stiffened. âNo more hellhounds. Please.â
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đ WARM WELCOMES â LEO VALDEZ .á Ëâ. Ë â ¡ ÍÍÍÍâł ę° leo valdez x gn!reader â a riordanverse blurb ęą
â orderedďšyes / no - here!! â ingredientsďšfluffy whipped cream, use of y/n, purpose use of lowercase alphabet soup, reader has a supporting/loving family, established relationship, probably not well proofread, lmk if i missed anything! â wcďš500+ // 4 min average reading time â recipeďšread the order above :) â cassie's tea timeďši've been scrolling on pinterest for so long and couldn't find any good photos for 'handmade' stuff so i decided to just go w those three đ���� i also had like no idea what to name this HELP [also thank you to that anon who told me what i got wrong because i was like half asleep when i wrote this]
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leo valdez stood nervously at your doorstep, one hand stuffed into the pockets of his jeans and the other fiddling with a gift he brought for your family. despite the confident grin he usually wore, you noticed the anxiety in his eyes. you reached over and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.
"theyâre going to love you, i just know it." you said, smiling warmly.
"easy for you to say," leo muttered, but his smile became more genuine as he looked at you. "you're not the one who has to impress their partner's family."
"you'll do great," you assure, kissing his cheek.
as you opened the door, you could hear the sound of laughter from the living room. leoâs grip tightened on your hand for a moment before he took a deep breath, following you inside.
"mom, dad, this is leo," you introduced him to your parents. leo smiled nervously, giving them a small wave, his eyes looking around the room as if taking everything in.
your father stepped forward first, a kind glint in his eyes. "nice to meet you, leo," he said warmly, extending a hand. leo shook it firmly, a bit of the tension easing from his shoulders.
then came your step-mother who treated you like you really were her own. "my child's boyfriend, yes? she talks about you a lot." she chuckled.
you blush, and leo can't help but laugh as he glanced at you, his anxiety melting into amusement. "they're truly one of a kind."
"i made a few things for you guys.. just as a gift, y'know?" leo says sheepishly with a smile, handing your family the handmade gifts he had spent all night working on.
"made this yourself?" your father says, impressed as he examined the wrsitwatch your boyfriend gave him, turning it over in his hands to inspect the fine details..
"yep!" leo nods, squeezing your hand for reassurance.
"can you really make anything?" your little brother asked, eyes wide with awe and curiousity.
leo grinned enthusiastically, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "pretty much. wanna see?" your little brother nods eagerly.
he pulled a few random items from his pockets â a couple of screws, a piece of wire, and a small chunk of metal. in minutes, he had crafted a tiny bird that flapped its wings and chirped. your siblingâs eyes widened in amazement.
as the evening wore on, the tension leo had disappeared. by the time dessert came around, he was trading jokes with your dad and sharing stories with your mom like theyâd known each other for years.
when it was time to leave, your parents pulled you aside.
"heâs a good one," your mother said softly, her eyes warm. "and he clearly cares about you."
your father nodded. "just make sure he knows weâre always watching," he added with a wink, his tone teasing but his meaning clear.
you couldn't help but roll your eyes playfully. "yeah, yeah, dad, got it."
you walked leo to the door, the night air cool against your skin. he turned to you, his expression a mix of relief and happiness.
"that wasnât so bad," he admitted, pulling you into a hug.
you laughed, resting your head against his chest. "told you theyâd love you."
leo kissed the top of your head. "thank you for believing in me."
you smiled up at him. "always."
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rebecca wants a pet
this is just a silly little ditty but here <3
Amongst all these things and more, he has learned that she does not do subtlety. Her opinions, thoughts, wants are shared unflinchingly, in a way he admires as someone who tends towards pleasing others over himself. She doesn't demand and criticize but simply shares herself with him â her opinion is always a prompt to hear his, her thoughts are little hands reaching out to know and be known by him, her wants passed along in hopes of him wanting too. And she makes it easy to respond in kind.
There's probably half a million things he's learned about Rebecca Welton in the first year of living with her. Big things and small things â she can destroy a bowl of berries and nuts in a matter of seconds. She has an almost frightening ability to hold her alcohol. She does a tiny bit of yoga everyday and those minutes of solitude are important to her. She loves him voraciously, would do just about anything for anyone in her club, and doesn't believe she will ever uncomplicate her relationship with her mother.
And because she so rarely employs subtlety, he doesn't think it's anything notable at all when she finds a new minor interest.Â
"Look at this."
He turns his eyes from the TV to her, stretching an arm along the cushion as she scoots closer along the couch. She angles her phone so he can see â it's a video of a tabby cat with a mouthful of leaves, chirping as it crosses someone's yard. He grins at it, chuckling as it drops them and sits with satisfaction next to its contribution.
"She brings them a little pile of leaves everyday," Rebecca chuckles.
"Look at her go. Doin' her part."
"She's a good girl."
"Lot better than a mouthful of mice," he remarks.
She gives him a horrified look.Â
"What?" he chuckles. "You never had a cat?"
"No," she says, shaking her head. "Have you?"
"There was an outdoor cat when I was growing up that hung around our house. My mom hated it 'cause she's scared to death of mice and loves the birds and he would come around with either one or the other dead in his mouth and leave it. Tryin' to get on her good side, I guess."Â
She stares at him. "That's disgusting."
He laughs a little bit, tilting his head. "Yeah. He brought a bird up on the stoop once, still movin', and Mama was so mad, she smacked the back of his head for him to drop it. And he did. And then another little bird came flutterin' out of his mouth and flew off."
She shakes her head, a smile pulling at her mouth. "You're full of shit."
"I am not," he laughs. "Saw it with my own eyes. He was a big fella."
She snorts, looking back down at her phone. She stays close, leaning against his side as she scrolls on.Â
It takes him a while to take notice of the running theme. They send all kinds of silly stuff back and forth â videos and pictures and jokes. She sends him screenshots of funny tweets she sees, sometimes about him or the team, sometimes just random things she thinks will amuse him.
But suddenly there's a very large uptick in cat videos.Â
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She blames Keeley. It's Keeley's fault entirely.
She doesn't know what possessed her friends, if it was the influence of Phoebe or what, but they've adopted a cat â a beautiful, lithe, sleek one that could nearly be taken for a tiny leopard for its coloring. She's a lively little thing, playful and talkative, but she seems to adore Rebecca. When she goes over, she spends the length of her visit circling her feet or pacing her lap on the couch, purring like a fiend, pushing her head into Rebecca's palm.
And, goddammit, Rebecca likes it. She likes watching her prance around, flopping around on the floor for attention, just in general being entertaining and sweet.Â
She sees them everywhere now â or at least is really noticing them as she scrolls through social media, seeing Leslie's sons posting videos of their new kitten and Keeley and Roy's little minx chasing her tail and random strangers with unnaturally gorgeous felines.Â
She hasn't any idea how Ted feels about getting a pet. And normally she'd just tell him, have all her arguments outlined, or just recklessly show up with one one day, but they have quite literally just settled into living together. She doesn't want him to say yes just because she wants it and then hate it and hate taking care of it â she wants him to want it too. So she's going a little more insidious. Or trying to, sending out feelers by sending him cats and seeing what he says.Â
She's not having much luck. He will aww and ooh, but doesn't express any disdain or desire to get one. Which isn't helping her.
"Who's idea was the cat?" she asks Keeley.Â
"I wanted a dog and Roy wanted a cat," she says, stroking Camilla's back as she arches on the couch next to her. "But we settled on her 'cause she's so cool and active and spirited, she's like a low maintenance dog."
Keeley gives her a little grin. "You want one, don't you?"
"I do," Rebecca admits, scratching Camilla's neck as she crosses to her.Â
"You guys should get one then," Keeley says. "They're so easy."
"I haven't asked Ted what he thinks yet," she says.Â
"Well, I don't think he would refuse you anything, first of all," she says, sipping her wine. "And also how cute would he be with kittens all over him?"
"Stop," she says, tilting her head. "Or I'll show up at home with a box of them tomorrow."
Keeley giggles. "I think he would like a cat. Or a dog, but I would guess youâ"
"I do not want a dog," Rebecca says. That's a lot more mess, care, and maintenance to jump right into when she's never even had a pet.
She hopes he wouldn't rather have a dog.
She supposes she's going to just have to bring it up outright â he's not catching on and she's already tired of trying to be slick about it.
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"Hey," he calls out when he hears the front door open. He gets one in response as she comes in, kicking her shoes off. She's earlier than he expected â she usually lingers late into the evening when she goes over to Keeley and Roy's.
He looks up at her from his sprawl on the couch as she rounds the sofa and immediately plants a knee between him and the cushions, crawling up and laying over him.
"You weren't gone long," he remarks as she settles herself against him, his arm landing on her back, her head on his middle.
"No," she sighs. "I left when Roy got back from his sister's. Keeley seemedâŚeager to be alone with him."
He chuckles, pushing his hand through her hair. "Well, cheers to them."
She giggles a little bit, rubbing a hand along his side over his t-shirt. She relaxes against him â the loveliest blanket he's ever had the pleasure to be covered with.
"I like their kitty," she remarks and he smiles.
"She's a lil' firecracker," he says. "Cracks me up."
She rolls her head until her chin is planted on his chest to look up at him. Her eyes are a little wide, eyebrows tipped up.Â
"Can we get one?"
His smile grows as he tilts his head. He never would've taken her for a pet person.
"Sure," he says. He likes cats.
She almost scoffs, closing her eyes.Â
"Of course you're going to be that easy about it."
He chuckles. "Do you want me to argue with you about it?"
"No, but I thought it would take at least a little convincing," she says and he squints at her a little bit.Â
"Is that why you keep sending me cat stuff?"
She does scoff then, rolling her eyes. "Yes."
"Why?" he laughs. "What do you think I have against cats?"
"I don't know," she says, laying her head back down in exasperation.Â
And since when does she do sneaky?
He chuckles again, smoothing a hand over her hair.Â
"We'd have to go get some stuff," he muses. "But I remember Higgins saying he can't go to the pet store on Saturdays 'cause the shelter sets up with a bunch of kitties and he knows he'll go home with one. We could go then. Get the stuff and peek at the cats."Â
"I already have everything saved to order online," she mumbles and he laughs.
"You could've just said something, Rebecca."
"I was trying to sniff you out first," she says. "But you gave me nothing."
"I'm sorry," he chuckles. "What kinda kitty do you want?"
"A soft one. Sweet one. Not so crazy as Camilla."
"Alright," he says. "Kitten?"
"I would like a kitten, I think," she says, lifting her head again to look at him. "Start from scratch."
"Okay, then," he smiles. "Sounds like fun."
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He didn't know what he expected when she said she had stuff saved, but he really shouldn't be surprised. The things that arrive over the next couple days look like something straight out of a housecat's dreams. A water drinking fountain and several very soft beds, toys, dishes, food that now has a shelf in the fridge, and, good lord, the litter box.
He just laughs when she sets it on the kitchen island.Â
"It's automatic," she says, then lifts her hands, defending herself. "Do you want to do it? Because I don't."
He reads the side of the box, still grinning. "It connects to the WiFi?!â
"Oh, stop," she says. "Like I was going to skimp out on this."
"How much did this cost you?" he asks, looking up with a grin.Â
"What does that matter?" she says innocently.
"Câmon, tell me," he says.Â
"No."
He looks in the shipping box, spying an invoice and snatching it before she can stop him.Â
"Give me thatâ"
"Seven hundred pounds?!" he says, laughing. "Oh my God, Rebecca."
"Stop," she says, swiping the paper from him, smiling at his teasing.Â
"You know it's gonna poop in it right?"Â
"Exactly. And then neither of us has to touch it."
"Now I feel like we're not adopting a cat but selecting one lucky winner to come live a life of luxury and refinement."
She laughs, wrapping her arms around the box, giving him a haughty look.Â
"If you'll excuse me. I have a cat shitter to set up."
He chuckles, watching her go, but following after a few minutes to help her.Â
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"I was excited, but now I'm just sad," she remarks as they walk through the narrow room.Â
"Yeah," he laments. "Now I feel like adopting a nice round dozen or two."
"I think we'll have to start with one," she says, taking another step, giving the next cat its due attention. "Hello. Aren't you lovely?"
They wander through at a slow pace, having been told the kittens they have are at the far end of the room, but she stops at every cage, offering her fingers and compliments to each kitty.Â
They don't make it to the far end â he didn't really expect them to.Â
"Oh," Rebecca says, coming to a complete stop at a cage. "Oh, look at you."
The cat inside is a pale gray that fades into white at its paws and nose with long fur â not the longest they've seen, but longer than the shorthairs â curled up in the little bed in the corner.
"Oh, he's pretty," Ted says, stepping closer.
"How do you know it's a he?" she remarks, sticking her fingers into the cage, greeting the kitty. "Hello."
It lifts its head, peering at them with lovely gray blue eyes. He sticks his own fingers in, watching the cat take an interest, standing and stretching.
"Oh," Rebecca says sadly, and he turns to her, finding her reading the information card hooked on the cage.Â
"Hmm?"
"'My loving owner died and I had nowhere to go'," she reads aloud. "'I'm an affectionate, easygoing kitty that enjoys lots of lap time.'"
She turns to him with a frown, then to the cat as they both feel him rub himself along their fingers. Ted curls his fingers into his soft fur, turning back to Rebecca, finding her watching the kitty with a little heartbreak in her eyes.Â
"I like him," she says.
"I thought you wanted a kitten," he reminds her softly.
She doesn't respond, watching the little guy push his head against her knuckles. He steps around her, trading spots to read the rest of the card for himself.
"He's already ten years old," he says, sliding a hand over her back. He doesn't have a problem with it â he wouldn't mind an older cat, but she seemed set on a baby.
"I know," she says slowly, like she's realizing she's pretty much made up her mind. "But I think he deserves a nice retirement."
He smiles at her, watching the kitty sit close enough for Rebecca to brush her finger over the soft fur at his chest, primly adjusting his big white paws in front of him before curling his tail around. He peers at them, then lets out a soft little mow that has both of them chuckling.
"See, you agree, don't you?" she says. "You're a little sweetheart, huh? I didn't even look to see what your name is."
Ted looks, having skimmed over it too, smiling at what he finds. "Arthur."
"Arthur?" Rebecca chuckles.Â
"What a name, huh? Who picked up this little guy as a sweet little puffball of a kitten, looked at him on the most exciting day of his life and then gave him the most old man name possible? I'm so sorry, buddy."
"Oh, stop," she says, scratching at Arthur's chin as she reassures him. "I think it's a great name. And I don't think Theodore has any room to talk."
He laughs fully at that, hearing Rebecca chuckle with him. "Well, that's me told," he says, squeezing her side, pulling her attention as she turns. "Should we see if somebody will open his cage up so we can meet him?"
She nods, giving him a bright smile.
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Of course they brought old Art home. And it doesn't even take two days before they're both absolutely smitten.Â
He's taken to following them around curiously, as well as flopping and rolling against the shag rug in the living room. He'd been absolutely riveted by the dining room, chirping and chattering at the birds through the windows â to their endless amusement â and surveying the backyard as if it were new domain he's claimed.Â
He's just adorable. And quickly growing very comfortable here.Â
Clearly.
"Well, he didn't take long to settle in, did he?" he remarks.
Rebecca's laid out on the couch with Arthur stretched along her front, his head nestled against her chest, paws stretched toward her chin. He can hear the little guy purring from where he stands at the end of the couch as she strokes his fur from ears to tail, grinning with pure delight.
"And he found the best spot already."
She chuckles, bending her knees to make room for him to sit. Arthur lifts his head, eyes opening at being jostled.Â
"Oh, relax," she mutters. "We share with Ted, alright?"
She lays her legs over his thighs as he chuckles.Â
"I see you're having no trouble bonding with our new resident," he says as his arms stretches along the back of the sofa.
"Of course not," she almost coos, rubbing at Arthur's cheek. "And don't think I didn't see you carrying him around like a baby yesterday."
"Oh, c'mon. He was lookin' up at me and making the saddest little noise. And you know what, I ain't even gonna pretend I wouldn't die for him already."
She chuckles, holding Arthur's little face as he just purrs and purrs. "You hear that? You have Ted's eternal devotion."
"Christ, he looks more in love with you than I am," he muses.
She laughs at that, glancing up at him. "I'm pretty sure he's very happy to not be in that cage anymore."
Arthur stands at the disturbance, stretching his back before he traverses Rebecca's body to see what Ted has going on.Â
"I think you made a good choice, darlin'," he says to Rebecca as Arthur just stands on Ted's thighs, pressing up into his hand as he strokes him.Â
"I love him," she mutters.
He smiles as Arthur throws himself against Ted's abdomen, rolling in his lap.
"Me too."
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When she steps into the bedroom, she just has to grin.
Ted's lounging on the bed, scrolling his phone with Arthur cradled in his arm against his chest, dead asleep.
It's almost hilarious to think about now â that she was uncertain if he'd enjoy having a cat. More than half the times she comes upon him in the house, he's either holding or talking to Arthur. He carries him around like a little prince and he just purrs like a madman.
Maybe they didn't end up with a box of kittens, but it's still unbelievably cute. And she hates to disturb it, but, right now, she's going to.
She crawls up onto the bed, leaning on an elbow next to him.
"What's going on here?" she asks, scratching the top of Arthur's head, startling him if his little mrrp is anything to go by.
"He needed snuggled apparently," Ted says as he drops his phone next to him. "And I think I make a pretty good bed if I do say so myself."
"I can confirm," she nods. "But he might have to go."
Ted frowns at her, stroking Arthur's side almost protectively. "He's fine here."Â
"Okay, but what if I'm trying to have sex with you?" she asks, watching Ted's brows lift again.Â
"Ah, well, I think you're a little late," he says, gesturing to the cat. "I think I'm otherwise engaged for the evening."
She gives him a flat look, getting a little grin back.Â
"Arthur, buddy, I think you're in danger," he whispers to the cat, who has no reaction whatsoever. Ted shifts him to get him up and he just lifts his head and glares at him, dead weight against his chest.
"Oh, c'mon man, don't do this to me," Ted chuckles as Rebecca pantomimes looking at a watch. "Look at her. Be a little wingman here, huh?"
He's unenthused as Ted lifts him up and leans to put him on the floor.Â
"There," he says, immediately rolling into her until she's on her back, grinning up at him.Â
"I'm all yours," he mutters against her neck, his hands immediately bunching her shirt to get to her skin. "Though you might have to work out a schedule with the little man."
She snickers, pulling him down hard against her with a leg, sliding her hands against his back as she catches his lips with hers. She hums as he grinds against her, the little fever in her core telling her this probably isn't going to be especially leisurelyâ
They both freeze at the sound of the sheets rustling. They look towards the end of the bed, where Arthur's jumped back up, ears pinned back, feet braced against the duvet. Before either of them can say anything, he dives forward, chasing nothing, then does a fast loop before freezing again.Â
She can't help but snort when he looks back at them, eyes wild before he does another circle, then gets distracted with licking his leg.
"What is he doing?" Ted chuckles, then startles when Arthur spins and leaps at his toes.
"Oh, Jesus, man!"
She barks out a laugh as he jerks his foot away and she's in stitches as Arthur chases after it before finally doing another loop, leaping off the bed and sprinting out the door.Â
"What the hellâ" Ted laughs, turning back to her as she catches her breath, pulling him against her again.
"He's not the forgiving kind apparently."
"Who wanted a cat again?" he asks, his grinning mouth falling to her jaw.
"I did," she laughs. "And it was so worth it."
#anon#tl drabbles#i wrote this a hundred years ago thinking i would add to it but i havent and i wont so be free!#also rereading this simultaneously made me sad and feel better about jasper :')
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Jelly Bracelets (4)
Eddie Munson x f/Reader
Jelly Bracelets Masterlist
This has not been proofread. Please enjoy, though.
Warnings: swearing. Mentions a boner, but nothing major.
Gifs & photos do not belong to me: 1st: @mountainsbf 2nd: @suledins
WC: 1356
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Pink - wearer is willing to give a hickey
Eddie Munson may be the freak of Hawkins, but he is your best friend. Who is always willing to teach you new things, even when you get new bracelets from your cousin. Eddie will even go as far as teaching & showing you what each one means.
It is still raining when we woke up, but not as hard. I can go back to my place as soon as I feel up to it.
I woke up before Eddie, which isn't a shocker. He could sleep all day if he could, and I have seen him do it before.
He looks so relaxed, without a care in the world.
People who don't know him fully believe that he doesn't care about most things, they just see him as this freak who walks to the beat of his own drum.
Which is true in a way, but they don't know him like how I know him, or his Uncle Wayne.
Most people don't know his mom passes away when he was young.
What most people know is that his Dad is in jail, and they think he will follow in his footsteps, but Eddie has done everything he can not to be like him.
He knows he will always have his Wayne and I in his corner.
"You know watching someone when they sleep, is you know, creepy." Eddie said without opening his eyes.
"I just woke up." I tried to tell him.
One of his eyes opened as he looked at me.
"Sure, sure." I rolled my eyes at home.
"Come on, I'll make you some breakfast. I know you got food."
That seemed to make him almost hop out of bed.
"Please put a shirt on. It is freezing in here." I wrapped the blanket around me, even tighter.
"Shit, I'll grab you a sweater and some sweat pants."
Eddie said as he started to look through his dresser, until he found clothes for me to wear.
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I was just placing their plates on the small table when Wayne came out of his room, sniffing the air.
"I made breakfast Wayne."
He gave me a tired smile and said thanks as he sat down.
"I should have known it was you. If he made it, everything would be burnt and there would have been a lot more screaming." Wayne teased his nephew as he took a bite out of the toast.
"Like you are any better." Eddie said, almost in a pouty like.
We ate in comfortable silence, as we are all still pretty tired.
I was going to get up and clean the dishes when Wayne told me sit down.
"I'll do them after I get some more sleep. Got a call saying the power is back on at the plant, so I will be going to work tonight, and working into tomorrow morning to make up for last night."
I kicked Eddie under the table, hoping he would get the hint as he yelped.
"Don't worry about it. I'll do them." He said, begrudgingly. Wayne just looked between the two of us, amused.
"Thanks. I'm going to watch some TV and then go to bed. Thanks again for breakfast." Wayne said as he got up to sit in his chair.
"Anytime Wayne, anytime."
"Let's go go my room before you head out. The rain is starting to ease up."
"Yeah, I want to get home and shower." I told him.
"You can use our shower." Eddie looked almost offended.
"Yes, I know, but I don't have any of my stuff here." He scoffed at that.
"Our stuff is fine." Eddie said as he closed his bedroom door as I flopped on to his bed.
"For you two, it is, but I like my stuff. Besides, I'll be back over before you know I am even gone." I let him know as he laid down next to me on his bed.
He was hovering over me, and at this very moment, the air in the room became almost warm, too warm.
"You know you can just bring it here right? You don't even like your roommate."
I sighed because he was right about that.
Her and I don't really get along. She doesn't let me have any of my stuff outside of my room, that is basically a closet.
I haven't move yet because I can't afford it, and it was already furnished so I don't have to buy any of my stuff.
My mom got a new boyfriend just after I finished high-school, and he had her convinced to kick me out, telling her I was a grown up and should be living on my own.
It didn't take much convincing on her part. I remind her to much of my Dad who divorced her and left the state, living who knows where.
"You can just move in here." I know he was being sincere, but I just let out a small laugh.
"Eddie, this place barely fits the two of you. It isn't going to fit me."
"You know you always have a place here."
"I know, thank you." I gave him a soft smile.
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"You have got to be joking." He said to me after I told him how I went on date with Jason Carver before he ended up with Chrissy.
We were telling eachother stuff that the other person may not know, which is hard as he tell eachother everything.
"I am not. We went out four times, and by that date, I was already so bored of him. He really loves himself. Now, your turn."
He sat there, his fingers stroking his chin trying to tell me something that I don't know about him.
"I got it. I have never been given a hickey before."
"I don't believe you. I have seen you make out with women after our shows." I tried to keep the jealousy from showing in my voice.
"Yeah, making out, and having sex in my van, but never once has anyone given me a hickey, unless...," Eddie's voice trailed off.
"Unless what?" He has me intrigued.
I held up my arm and shook it.
I knew I was playing a dangerous game with each and every single one of these he snaps.
Eddie is my best friend and he doesn't see me as anything but that, but, who knows. Maybe this will be the last one.
"Snap the pink one for me." I did as he asked and handed it to him.
"Pink, you are willing to give a hickey."
"Come here Eddie." Was all I needed to say, before he was sitting next to me once more.
Eddie Munson's Pov:
Her mouth was attached to my neck, and I am biting my bottom lip to keep me from embarrassing myself, by the noises that were threatening to fall from my lips.
I am twitching in my pants, not believing how quickly she has turned me on just by kissing and nipping at my neck.
"You okay Eddie?" I felt her ask against my neck and all I could do was let out was, "Mmhmm."
Her lips went back to leaving her mark on me, which I will show off proudly.
One last nip and she pulled back to inspect her work.
"Not bad for your first hickey." She is proud herself. "Want to take a look?" She gestured to my dresser mirror, but I had half a chub in my pants, that I am hoping I am covering with the pillow.
"I trust your work." I said to her.
"I gotta get home. I'll be back later. I'll cook some dinner for you and Wayne, and bring back your clothes." She got up, and kissed my cheek.
"I'll have the dishes down, and remember to call me when you get home."
"Of course Eddie." She left me, sitting on the floor of my bedroom. I tossed the pillow to the side, willing myself to calm the fuck down as I stood up.
I walked towards the mirror, and I could clearly see the hickey on my neck.
I tilted my head and turned it slightly to get the best look at it.
"Well fuck me." I said out loud to myself as I looked at it.
She really outdid herself with this one.
It felt like she claimed with it.
I am fucked.
I can't go back after this.
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Glittery Purple (3) âĽď¸ Purple (5)
#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things imagine#stranger things fic#stranger Things fanfic#stranger Things#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x f/reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson#eventually smut
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meeting the family (nico hischier)
day 14 of starâs ficmas
logan barzal x nico hischier (au)
Logan Barzal was scared. The last boy who met her parents was the same boy who completely shattered her heart. When she swore off hockey players, her parents were on her side, not ever wanting to find their daughter wailing on the bathroom floor.
Nico wasnât going to see his family for the short break. His Christmas was typically spent with the other single members of the Devils but this year he was spending it with Logan. The two had met in Loganâs coffee shop and bookstore she owned, she didnât know he was a hockey player until later. She hated him for .5 seconds before he promised he wouldnât break her heart.
Logan rushed around the apartment with her hair perfectly straightened with a red bow pinned in the back. A cute Christmas outfit. âCan you like calm down?â Mat groaned. Their parents were in the kitchen and their sister was watching Logan with amusement. âNico will be here soon and I want everything perfect.â
Mike and Nadia Barzal hadnât seen Logan like this since before her prom. Mat had been living with Logan for years and since she started seeing Nico, he noticed a happier sister. Nico Hischier of the New Jersey Devils dating the sister of Mat Barzal of the New York Islanders, who would have thought?
Nico fixed his red sweater, Logan liked when he wore red. Knocking on the door with a bag of presents in his hand, he hadnât know what to get her parents but Logan helped pick something out. He heard his girlfriend scrambling on the other side of the door, shouting at Mat to put down the cookies. âYouâre here!â Logan breathed as she opened the door. âHi,â he kissed her head as she hugged him. âMerry Christmas,â she greeted him before dragging him into the apartment. âCome meet my parents and sister!â
âWhat am I? Chopped liver?â Mat questioned as he gave Nico a bro hug. âYou already know Nico.â When the two werenât on the ice, they were pretty good friends.
âMom, Dad, this is Nico. Nico, there are my parents, Mike and Nadia. And Liana, my sister.â
âItâs so nice to meet you guys, Logan always talks about her family, thank you for letting me join you guys today,â he smiled. âSweetheart,â her dad started, âwhy donât you and your mom and sister go get Nicoâs gifts put under the tree.â
Logan narrowed her eyes at her father and Mat, knowing the big brother and dad talk Nico was about to receive. âBe nice,â Logan elbowed her brother as she walked by. âNico, I assume you know about the ex,â her dad started. âYes sir, and I know how much Logan means to me,â Nico looked at Logan who was placing gifts under the tree, smiling at her mom, âand I know how much I love her.â
Logan and Nico sat next to one another at dinner, passing around the dishes and Nico kept his hand on her knee. âHow often can you make it to Long Island?â Nadia asked. âAs often as I can. Maybe twice or three times a week? Depending on morning skates or travel, I bring the guys to her store sometimes,â Nico explained. âI stayed with Nico when he was injured,â Logan smiled.
Logan and Liana cleaned up the table, Mat lingered but got a look from his parents and went to help with dishes. Before Nico went to help, Nadia started talking. âWe were nervous, when Logan told us she was dating a hockey player,â Nadia started, âher last relationship, we thought it was going to destroy her, but you seem good for her.â
Nico smiled pridefully, âIâm glad, I really care about her.â
After dinner, everyone sat on the couch, Logan laid into Nico as Mat opened his present from Logan. Nico had received some stuff from the Barzal Family, just basic sweaters and small gifts. Mat thought he was funny, getting Nico a framed picture of a Baby Logan.
âThey didnât bother you too much while talking to you, right?â she mumbled. âWorried about me?â Nico hummed. Her hand glided over his stomach as her arm wrapped around him, âAlways am.â Nico chuckled softly as Liana was thrown another present. âThey are just worried about you, I told them I wonât ever hurt you.â
âHey, Lo, stop cuddling with your boyfriend and open this present. Itâs from Nico and me,â Mat tossed a small box over. âNico and you?â her eyebrows furrowed together. Nico sat up a little bit as Logan sat up. âThought you could use a small location for your place in Jersey,â Nico smiled, as she unveiled a key. âYou guys got me a new store?!â
âDown the street from my apartment,â Nico sang. âI still get her here at least four times a week! Sheâs my sister!â Mat exclaimed.
#nico hischier#logan and nico#nico hischier au#nico hischier fic#nico hischier blurb#nico hischier imagine#nj devils imagine#nhl imagine#hockey fic#starâs ficmas
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Webbed Together
Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader/ Spider-Punk x Fem!Reader
Word count: 1.4k
Author's Note: Credit goes to @the-kr8tor for their original characters Ramona and Billie as well as their recurring character Ned. I'd also like to credit âď¸ anon from @the-kr8tor 's blog for their idea of Pom-Pom the rabbit!
Tags: Parent Trap!AU, Dad!Hobie AU, Twin!AU, Billie and Ramona!AU, Older!Hobie, Mom!Reader, Older!Reader
Chapter 2: Billie
The moment Billie steps foot into the bustling Camp Feast in her fatherâs lucky red vest, she knows sheâs right at home.
Dark eager eyes roam around the campgrounds, lighting up at the sight of kids around her age running around with their own luggage and instruments. The clashing of different sounds send shivers down her spine while her lips curl up into a cat-like grin. With her fingers fidgeting with the Union Jack patch on the vest, itching to take out and play her violin, Billie sets her small leather case down on the hood of the car, the metal edges of the case clanking against the metal, before her thumbs unlatch the bronze hinges on the sides.
âOi, Billie!â
A deep British timbre of a voice breaks Billie out of her reverie as her uncle Ned pops his head out from the side of the open trunk, his pierced eyebrow raised in feigned annoyance while he lugs out a large suitcase. âBe careful, yeah? This carâs a rental, damn it.â
Billie rolls her eyes in amusement as she innocently grins back at him. âOh câmon, Uncle Ned,â she chirps with her own British accent breaking through the background noise as she pulls her violin out of the case, âyouâre not the one paying for it. Dad said to relax and let him take care ofââ
âSilly Billie, I love you, but I refuse to take what your dad says at face value,â Ned snorts while he sets Billieâs suitcase down on the ground before slamming the trunk shut. âBesides Iâm the one who handles the expenses for the band, not your dad, so I do haveto worry.â
Billieâs bottom lip juts out into a small pout, making Ned snort before walking over to her and ruffling her hair. âOh câmon, put that away. Youâre a big girl now, yeah? Youâre already tenââ
âEleven!â Billie huffs out with an annoyed glare, âI just turned eleven, Uncle Nedââ
âYes, yes, youâre eleven,â Ned snickers again with a teasing glint in his eye, ruffling her wild curls some more. âYouâre already growing up so fast, you little beanstalk.â
Billie huffs out again as she swats Nedâs hand away, but he only laughs it off before pulling her into a hug.
âYou really are growing up so fast, macâŚâ
Billieâs face drops as Nedâs voice trails off into a sentimental hush before she wraps her arms around his waist with a soft sniffle.
ââŚIâll make sure to write,â Billie mumbles into Nedâs shirt, earning another quiet snort from Ned.
âHm, thatâd be nice,â he replies with a teasing huff. âYou already have the address for the airbnb?â
âYeah.â
âAnd your stamps?â
âYeah.â
âAnd your notebook and envelopes?â
âYeah, yeah.â
âAnd your pencils and rubbersââ
âUncle Ned.â
Ned chuckles again as Billie looks up at him with a deadpan before rocking her back and forth in his arms. âAlright, alright. When your camp thing is over, either your Aunt Yuri or Uncle Jamesâll pick you up, okay? Your dad and Iâll hafta deal with the venue before our concert in New York at the end of the summer.â
Billie nods along as she looks up at Ned with a broad smile. âAnd Iâll be backstage this time, right?â
âOf course, little beanstalk,â Ned ruffles her hair one more time before gently pulling away. âNow go on, get your stuff put away before I change my mind and drag you back into the car.â
Billieâs eyes widen at his faux-threat before quickly grabbing her open violin case, eliciting a squawk from Ned as the metal edges nearly scratch the rental car, and her suitcase before she runs off towards the crowd of kids and counselors. âBye, Uncle Ned!â
âYou damn brat!â Ned huffs out while he watches Billie stumble and waddle away with her luggage. Despite the annoyed rumble in his voice and the narrowing of his eyes, a tender smile curls up on his lips as she slowly disappears into the crowd before he reluctantly walks around and heads back into the car.
ââ
A loud grunt forces its way out of Billieâs mouth as she tosses her suitcase on top of her assigned bunk, her violin on top of her pillow. She puffs a breath to blow a loose curl out of her face before it flutters back down, resulting in her face scrunching up and her pushing her curls away with an annoyed pout. Her eyes warily glance down at her suitcase, with its latches barely clutching each other and holding in the contents bulging within. With her head turned away and with only one eye cracked open, her thumbs inch closer to the bottoms of the silver clasps in slight apprehension. As soon as her thumbs gently push the latches up, her suitcase instantly erupts into an explosion of clothes and trinkets flying around her.
âOh bloody hell!â
Billie groans at the mess before she kneels down to grab her things, oblivious to the sound of door hinges squeaking behind her as she tosses her belongings on her bunk. Crawling on the hardwood floor with her hair fluttering down over her scrunched up face, she continues to mutter more expletives under her breath before a pair of off-white sneakers peek through her curtain of curls and enter her line of vision. Her head snaps up as she pushes her hair out of her face again, revealing a bespectacled girl with confused amusement behind her thick frames.
âUhâŚis this yours?â
The girl holds out an old stuffed white rabbit to Billie. The plush animal has a pink stitched nose on its protruding muzzle, as well as a missing button eye and mismatched patches scattered across its body. Billieâs eyes light up before she grabs the toy from the girl.
âPom-Pom!â
Billie hugs the stuffed bunny against her chest before she looks up at her newly-decided friend. âThanks by the way,â she laughs before pushing herself up from the floor, her height almost towering over the short girl by a few inches as she holds her hand out with a cat-like grin. âBillie Jean Brown, nice ta meetcha. But you can call me Billie.â
The girl lets out a small laugh of her own as she pushes her glasses up before grabbing Billieâs hand with a shake. âIâm Annie.â
Billieâs smile grows even more as Annie puts her duffle bag and a small skinny case down on the bed next to Billieâs bunk. Annie then flops down onto the mattress with an âoofâ before she unzips her duffle bag.
âSo youâre, like, from England, right?â Annie casually asks while carefully pulling out some pictures and other trinkets. âDo you live next to the Royal Family or have you seen them? Do you guys really drink a lot of tea and have those fancy tea parties over there?â
A snort slips through Billieâs nostrils before she barks out a hearty laugh, flopping down on her own bedding as she hugs Pom-Pom against her chest. She pushes her curls out of her face again, revealing small glints of silver lining along her ears.âI mean, yeah, I live in London, but not near Buckingham Palace. More up north if anything, further into Camden.â
Billie then leans back and gestures to her outfit with a flick of her wrists- her dadâs red leather vest, lined with silver studs and countless colorful pins, over an old punk band shirt tailored to her size, denim jeans with handmade patches over her knees, and scuffed converses. âAnd do I really look like I go to fancy tea times?â
Annie rolls her eyes with a cheeky smile before she props her hands behind her, the metal springs in her bed quietly groaning under the weight. âBut you do drinktea?â
â...yeah.â
A snicker slips through Annieâs lips before she pushes herself off her bed and holds her hand out to Billie. âWell either way, youâre definitely not in London anymore, but Iâm pretty sure youâll like it here.â
A mischievous smirk curls up on Billieâs lips before she grabs Annieâs hand, setting her Pom-Pom down on her bed before following Annie out of the cabin.
âBy the way, Annie, you know how to play poker?â
Annie laughs a little more as she shakes her head, and Billie lets out a feigned disappointed sigh.
âWhat a shame,â Billie shrugs before her smirk curls up more. âOff topic, but how much money did you bring for this trip?â
The cabin door then slams shut while Billie continues to lure her new friend-turned- potential victim into a sense of security.
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trouble's always gonna find you, baby.
okay hi, here's a piece of that western au I've been yapping about all week!! wahoo!! you can find my thoughts in the tag #western au (creative I know) but in short summary this is a Wild West au, the Bucks and (some of) the guys are in a vigilante-esque cowboy gang, Viv is the banker's daughter, and there's a whole lot more details about it because I've subjected Several people to it. Do not come to this expecting peak historical accuracy but do come here if you want John Egan and Friends in cowboy hats. TW for blood & discussion of a gunshot wound if that bothers you at all â otherwise here's three of Bucky's meetings with his ahem "angel" of sorts. tagginggg @hellofanidea , @saturnwisteria , @shoshiwrites & @upontherisers for having to listen to me yap about this (this is not proofread folks be kind to me)
I.
He thinks heâs died and gone to heaven the first time he sees her.
Not that Bucky thinks heâs necessarily deserving of it (he knows heâs not, has known as much since the first time he felt the spray of blood on his face) â but thatâs the story isnât it? Jesus comes to the Apostle John on a white horse, something like that. Resurrection, salvation, and all that fun stuff he didnât pay much attention to as a kid despite his motherâs best efforts. Why Christ would appear to him and not someone like Brady or Jo, who are much better about praying and piousness, he doesnât really know why. Heâs also pretty sure Christ was supposed to come back the same way he left, so maybe it isnât Jesus himself after all.
Her horse is pale and white, like her nightgown; early morning light and slight mist in the air make her look somewhere between an angel and a ghost. What was that thing his mom used to say? When the Devil tries to take you, he could see her now, pinching his chin between her finger and thumb to keep her looking at him, tilting his head up to her to ensure it, heâll sink his claws in while giving you the prettiest smile youâve ever seen, John. That feels more reasonable. The closer he gets, the easier itâll be for her to drag him to the pit.
She reflects all the light of dawn â he can hear her mare chuffing, moving this way and that as she grazes the field, her white coat glowing in the haze. Bucky canât fight that urge to move closer to her â but to his credit heâs not really trying either. He knows he shouldnât, that he should just keep going, but curiosity grips him and doesnât let go.
Maybe it's temptation. In his experience they tend to overlap anyway.
 He can see the grass stains now on the hem of the gown where it falls on either side of her; vibrant green against thin white fabric, flashes of olive skin that he tries not to linger on as he moves closer.
âYou an angel?â Bucky asks without thinking, watches how she jumps slightly and snaps her head to look at himâ eye level on their respective perches. She laughs a little, shaking her head.
âNo,â she looks him up and down. âYou from around here?â
âNo,â Buckyâs lips curl on a grin, taking in the way her hair falls around her shoulders in soft brown waves. âTwo towns over.â She whistles low, raising her brows at him.
âLong way from home then, sir.â Bucky reaches up, tipping the brim of his hat and she laughs a little as her horse moves again, a bit closer and still trained on the grass as opposed to his curious stallion.
âNot sir,â he declines. âItâs Bucky. You got a name?â
âMaybe.â
âWell I can keep calling you angel if you want.â She rolls her eyes at that, a smile tugging at her own lips. Gotta be an angel he affirms, just from the sight of the small strip of white between her lips, the amusement clear in her expression. Christ, she really is beautiful. Hers are some kind of warm hazel; a little gold, little green. Her hair falls freely past her shoulders, a bit past her chest â warm and brown and wavy.
âSeems a little dishonest if Iâm not one though,â she notes. âAre you a liar, Bucky?â
Heâs about to give her an affirmative no maâam but it catches in his throat. Sheâs been holding his stare for a while now; arched brow, head tilted and he has the strangest inclination that sheâd know even his answer would be a lie. Hell, for the past few years his mother thought he was working on a ranch with a buddy and his wife. And yes, heâs working with his buddy, and his wife â but itâs not a damn horse ranch.
âYou give all strangers the third degree?â
âJust the chatty ones.â She looks him up and down, smile growing a little wider. âGuess I got my answer then.â Bucky kisses his teeth, feigning disappointment.
âGuess thatâs a no-go on the name then?â She hums, looking around for a few seconds like sheâs searching for something and Bucky canât help but look around too â towards the barn on one end of the field, the house behind them with the pale white siding, and the mostly-broken and rotting fence encompassing much of what he assumes now is her backyard.
âRace me to that fence over there and you get it if you win,â she declares, pointing straight ahead. âBut if I win I get yours.â
âAlready told you. Itâs Bucky.â
âYou also told me youâre a liar. Maybe Iâm shooting for last names,â she counters with a slight shrug. âDeal or no deal? I donât have all day.â Bucky snorts at that, the edge of impatience, the way her mare seems to dig at the dirt in an antsy way to emphasize the point.
âAlright, deal.â
âAnd you better not go easy on me, Bucky.â He tries not to preen at the sound of his name on her tongue, the slight toothiness to her smile and how her brows furrow at him â voice taking on a competitive tone that stokes at some kind of fire within him.
âWouldnât dream of it maâam.â She snorts at that as she leads him towards the center of the field with a slight tilt of her head, and he follows with a grin making its way onto his face. He sidles up next to her, watching with interest as she holds the reins a little tighter, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.
He hardly even registers her counting them off â which is to say he doesnât register it at all. Too focused on how her lips move and the slight uptick at the corners of them. The crack of the reins is deafening when she takes off, a blur of white that has Bucky chasing after her â the heavy thundering of hooves loud in his ears. Sheâs faster with the transition but heâs really only a few paces behind, cracking the reins and urging the horse beneath him forward.
She looks over her shoulder, barely, at him and smiles again. Her nightgownâs rippling with the speed of her movement, dark hair whipping behind her with every thunder of her mareâs hooves against the hard dirt.
Bucky feels his heart stutter in his chest.
She slows at their agreed upon finish line, but he continues to move forward until heâs a few feet past her rotted fence. She eyes it, then looks back up at him.Â
âI win.â She declares, and he canât help but chuckle at that, taking in this newly windswept state of her. So if they ever do this again, heâll know exactly what to expect, and if he never sees her again, heâll have this memorized in its entirety. He nods a little, tipping his hat to her once more. Heâs been lingering long enough. He could already envision the way Marge would turn his face this way and that, looking for scratches and Willieâs sage, mildly annoyed âyouâre lateâ when he walks through the doors. But he likes this silence between them, in an odd inexplicable way.
âJohn Egan,â he says after a minuteâs past, watching her brows raise slightly. âFriends call me Bucky, though.â
âWeâre friends?â
âHalfway there, ideally friends know each otherâs names,â he teases. Her lips press into an indiscernible line as she looks him over, before nodding slowly.
âMaybe next time.â Bucky grins at that, nearly preens beneath the promise of a next time.
âIâll hold you to it, angel.â he counters as he turns to leave, relishing in that slightly amused scoff from her as he takes off once more.
II.
The second time he sees her is about as unplanned as the first time.
Thereâs a lot of things he didnât notice before, that heâs noticing now for better or for worse. Heâs pressing a hand to his side haphazardly, barely upright on his stallion as bright vermillion leaks through his fingers despite his best efforts. The bullet went clean through, thankfully, and the other guy was laid out in the middle of the dirt path for his guys to come pick him up if they cared about that kind of thing.
The territory they consider theirs is a handful of towns in close proximity to one another â close enough to share one Sheriff. He knew the dangers of traveling to the fringes of it â a general no manâs land that was riddled with bandits and scouts from other gangs searching for a means to expand their reach. Which is why he went at all; Buck and Willie with him to check out a commotion that ended up in a shootout. Heâd broken off from them, drawing a couple riders with him despite Buckâs protests, and maybe he ate a bullet in the process but the other two guys were laid out which was what really mattered anyway.
Heâs not really guiding his horse anywhere. Sometimes he decides to just do his thing and Bucky isnât too hard pressed to stop him as he steps over rotting fence work and makes his way towards a barn with the doors left ajar. Itâs mostly hay and workbenches in there, a couple stables and saddles hanging about. He dismounts unceremoniously and his horse immediately lays on one of the piles of hay.
His headâs spinning as he slumps against the pitch-black mount, sliding his shirt up to assess the damage.
Itâs not pretty but itâs not life-threatening. Maybe. Okay, how should he know? Heâs not the goddamn doctor. Thatâs Jo â or, technically, Joâs brother, but neither of them are here right now. Christ heâs dizzy, head leaning against his horseâs torso as it expands with every inhale, and he presses a little harder against the wound â itâs not like heâs got bandages on him.
Thereâs a brief moment where Bucky wonders if this is meant to be his final resting place. Bleeding out over a surface-level bullet hole, Christ, what a way to go out. If he had the blood for it heâd be flushing. The notion makes him snicker and feel half out of his mind for laughing at his own unfunny joke.
He barely registers the creak of the doors, but he feels the warmth of sunlight as they open, can see the dust hanging in the air from the loading hatch also left inexplicably open â his gaze fixed on the beams and ladder leading up to the hayloft.
âMiss Vivian? Are youââ A soft gasp brings him back to reality. He tilts his head to look ahead at an older woman; much shorter than him and heavy-set. They hold each otherâs stare before he smiles and waves with a bloodstained hand. Sheâs taking off like a bat out of hell.
Whoops.
She moves faster than heâd expect for a little old lady, and he almost laughs at that if there werenât black spots in his vision, if his mouth didnât feel dry, if he wasnât jumping from one thought to another as the adrenaline wears off and leaves much of his body feeling sluggish and heavier than it already was. Back to staring at the ceiling, then, counting dust particles and biding his time as he waits for the Devil to finally come pick him up.
âJohn?â
Fuck. He recognizes that voice. He lifts his head again. Sheâs different in this light â hair pulled away from her face, in a much nicer dress than the nightgown heâd first seen her in. She pays them no regard though as she walks forward, casting a shadow over him. He thinks she might yell at him. He laughs half-heartedly at the odds â noticing everything except that itâs apparently her barn he found himself making a mess of, things tucked into the crux of her arm.
A bottle of whiskey, a flask, cloth dressings, ragsâ oh, she really is too good to him.
âHey angel,â he murmurs as she kneels before him without a word. âFancy seeing you here.â
âOf all the barns to go and die in you had to pick mine?â she asks, exasperated as she untucks his shirt to undo the buttons. He tries not to let his mind wander with every brush of her warm fingers against his skin. She pulls him up by the pits to a proper sitting position, and he grunts as he tries to help her with that.
âWhat can I say? Had to get that name.â
âWell youâve got it.â He watches her drench the rag with the alcohol, running it across the exit wound first. Heâs silently grateful it didnât hit anything vital â or at least, he doesnât think it did. Itâd probably hurt even more than it already does.
âNo I donât,â he counters. Her movements stall for a moment before she continues, shifting again to clean where itâd entered him. Her head is bowed before him as she works, and once again his heartâs stuttering a little when she looks up at him through dark lashes, squinting at him.
âWhatâre you talking about?â
âWanna hear it from you,â Bucky shrugs a little. âDoesnât count if youâre not the one telling me, angel.â She mutters something about him being ridiculous that has him chuckling as she grabs the bandages. Thereâs smudges of mud on her skirts now that he canât look away from â jaw clenching as she wraps his torso with careful precision. Her fingers drag across his skin, rough palms pressing to his stomach, his back. Itâs all he can focus on; the roughness of her hands and the mud on her skirts, he damn near misses what she says next.
âVivian,â she murmurs. âViv. Whatever works.â
âVivian⌠Viv⌠angel,â he chuckles a bit. âYou gotta give me a third.â
âDoes bandit work?â she asks as she assesses her work. Bucky kisses his teeth.
âI mean I prefer vigilante.â This makes her snort, and with her state of dress he practically relishes in how âunladylikeâ it is. Lifting her head, Bucky canât help himself â reaching out to tuck some strands of hair behind her ear that fell out of place, aware of how close she was to him now. âWeâll put a pin in it.â She holds his stare for a few moments longer and he selfishly takes it in â the hand pressed into his outstretched leg so she doesnât lean into him too much, the gold of her eyes. When she retracts, he swears that sheâs branded his thigh with her handprint; heâs not mad about it.
âBut Iâm right, arenât I? YouâreâŚâ she trails off, like saying the word will summon Sheriff Harding in a flash of holy light. He figures that explaining their unique relationship with law enforcement is a conversation for when his head is no longer swimming. His horse swats at him with his tail as if heâs trying to keep him awake, and he nods a little.
âThat bother you? Bandit in your barn?â
âNo. Just⌠surprised is all,â she looks away, wiping her hands with the rag â which is how he realizes that itâs his blood on her pretty fingers. Part of him wants to press further, just to see if sheâs lying about it, but he ultimately decides against it. For now, he adds internally. âIâm not gonna have a bunch of your guys on my doorstep treating it like a hostage situation, am I?â
Bucky laughs, half-surprised by the look she gives him. Itâs something between irritated and concerned, like itâs more of a convenience than anything else. Sheâs thrusting the small flask into his chest as she asks it.
âNo, probably just two annoyed friends of mine. And they might apologize for me,â Bucky explains as he undoes the cap. He half expects the burn of alcohol when he raises it to his lips, but itâs just water on his grateful tongue. He licks his lips to gather what tries to escape. âSorry for scaring your uhâŚâ
âMaid?â
âYeah. She seems nice.â
âGood at keeping secrets, too,â she adds flippantly. She takes his shirt in her hands. âI can⌠clean this. Get you a blanket. Gets cold back here at night you just⌠canât come in the house.â Sheâs rubbing the nape of her neck and he nods, nonplussed at the boundary there. He smiles, running his hand over the dressings once, then twice.
âIâm getting the five star treatment, huh?â She rises, rolling her eyes a little as she takes the whiskey bottle and the dirtied rags.
âBetter than most,â she affirms. âDonât go anywhere.â
âWouldnât dream of it.â
III.
Willie and Buck found him in the middle of the night. She was in her nightgown when she led the two of them to the back, to the barn where heâd wrapped himself in the blanket, knocked out cold. The vision of her when he brushed past was another he was adding to the gallery in his brain just titled Vivian. Bucky couldnât really ride on his own; still a little loopy, his face pressed against Buckâs back while Willie led his horse beside her own.
âThat the angel you were talking about, John?â Buck asked, gruffly.
âMhm. Pretty little thing, don't you think?. Beat me in a race, too.â
The anecdote was met with silence from both of them, and if he wasnât tired, heâd be more hard pressed to figure out the reason why.
Afternoons on Sunday are always the busiest â and the Church in their town is the closest of the bunch. Bucky hasnât attended in years, and he didnât this morning either, but heâs here anyway with Curt, waiting for Josie to get out. Sunday errands, her brother was a protective type and considering he patched up most of their wounds without questioning where they got them â the least they could do was accompany his sister to run errands.
And Josieâs sweeter than candy, so itâs not like Bucky minds much.
âHowâs your side?â Curt asks curiously, bumping his arm. Bucky shrugs.
âA little sore. Thatâs about it.â Curt chuckles at that.
âAlright tough guy,â Bucky grins a little at the sarcasm. âWhen we gonna meet this angel, huh? Or is she a secret or something?â Bucky doesnât answer for a moment. Truthfully, he hadnât made the ride out to see her since, and that was a few weeks ago. Heâd wanted to, but heâd been healing and there was a feeling in his gut that sending a letter would be a bad idea. So he shrugs once more, scanning the flood of people exiting the church in search of Josie.
âWell you think Iâm making it up, so whoâs to say?â
âDonât tell me I hurt your feelings, sweetheart,â Curt teases, and Buckyâs about to counter with a remark of his own when his breath catches in his throat â lips parted, staring only a few feet away. Fuck.
He recognizes her immediately, talking with somebody, or listening, more like. The man next to her is doing the talking, and sheâs holding onto his arm â not pressed into it, but definitely holding onto it. And itâs damn near impossible to miss the ring on her finger, chunky and attention-grabbing in the afternoon light. The older woman theyâre talking to takes her hand to look over it, running her thumb along the back and the man next to her preens, talking so fast Bucky doesnât even attempt to read his lips.
âBucky. Bucky?â Curt snaps his fingers in front of his face and he jumps a little at the sound, whipping his head to look down at him. âYou alright?â
He looks back up at Vivian, and for the briefest moment, he swears heâs caught her gaze before she looks away immediately â a full turn of her head like sheâs looking at the other people around and not just trying to avoid him. Thereâs a want there to cross the threshold and speak to her â not out of any desire to embarrass her. More like see if he could get her the hell out of there. The stiffness in her posture is so plain to see that itâs impossible to ignore.
Heâs also far too aware of who he is in comparison to who she probably is, which is to say â if a nobody from nowhere came up to her, itâd probably raise a few eyebrows. He looks back at Curt, whoâs staring at him expectantly.
âIâll tell you later,â he mumbles. Curt nods, and Bucky tries not to stare at her for too long.
Even if he so desperately wants to.
#*poet writes#western au#john bucky egan x oc#masters of the air au#bucky egan#ship: viv/bucky#yâknow I do love my jokes abt john Egan being down so terribly bad but it SHOWS here
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Misguided Hearts
Part Two Here: The Blind (No Longer) Leading the Blind
You didnât consider yourself a jealous person by nature. That was a trait that had long been knocked out of you. When you were younger, almost too young to remember, you had been envious over the simplest of things. Good food at every meal, three meals a day, a warm bed during the winter, the kids at your school having friends and family.
Those feelings were so old they felt like dusty memories, your parents doing all they could to make sure you never had to deal with those feelings or memories again.Â
In their own way of course, your dadâs love languages were one you had to grow attuned to.
Jealousy was a green eyed monster you hadnât felt in what felt like eons, so it was annoying for you to realize that the tight feeling in your chest was, in fact, jealousy.
Not that youâd ever admit it out loud.
No, youâd rather stick to glaring when no one was looking, and bottling up the anger and insecurities that festered in your mind.
You hadnât realized, however, your glare had been turned upon your teacher, who thankfully was unaware of your stare. Your friends, however, were not.
Erasaâs hand waving in front of you brought your attention back, and you soon realized that everyone was filing out of the classroom. The blonde gave you a worried look, âJeez you okay? I know class isnât fun but you look like you wanna kill our teacher!â
You chuckled nervously, picking up your belongings, you and Erasa scurrying down the steps to get to the door, Gohan and Videl already waiting for you two, talking quietly amongst themselves.Â
âJust have a lot on my mind I suppose.â You mused, smiling as Gohan and Videlâs attention shifted to the two of you.
Gohanâs eyebrows furrowed at your statement, âEverything okay?â
âYeah, was just,â You pursed your lips, pretending to be mulling over your thoughts instead of coming up with a believable lie, âThinking about a conversation mom and I had earlier. Some stuff about working for Capsule Corp after I graduate.âÂ
âHey thatâs pretty cool!â Videl playfully punched your arm, âYou and your mom are certified geniusesâ youâll rule over the science world as mother and daughter!â
Despite the still simmering jealousy, you couldnât help but laugh at her quip, âYeah, see what else we can shove in a capsul.â
Erasa gasped, âDo you think you can make me a portable makeup vanity?â
âI mean⌠I guess so?â The blonde beamed at you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders with a tight squeeze, âIâd have to run it by mom and see if sheâd let me use her lab butââ
âIâll wait as long as I have to for it! A personal build from you? Everyone will be jealous!â
It took you a moment, reeling from Erasaâs tight embrace, to notice that Gohan and Videl had trailed off behind you two, whispering quietly. Gohanâs face was bright red. You knew he was easier to fluster, but this was a level you hadnât truly seen before. Videl looked amused but annoyed, a rare fond and soft look in her eyes.
âWhat do you think theyâre talking about?â You kept your voice level, the simmering jealousy growing to a bubbling boil.
Erasa glanced behind you, pouting when she realized Videl wasnât by her side again, âProbably something secret.â She sighed, âTheyâve been hanging out a lot lately.â
âOh?â
You glanced at the blonde who was staring wistfully at Videl, âYeah. Gohanâs been putting a pause on our girl time! He doesnât even paint her nails, look at them! Theyâre all chipped and peeling âcause she hadnât been to mind in like a week!â
You hummed, seeing the moment the pair realized they were being watched, smiling sheepishly at the two of you, âMust be important, whatever theyâre talking about.â
Erasa huffed, âCanât be that important.â
But from the way Gohanâs blush had yet to die down as the walked back to you two, you had a gut feeling that wasnât true.
âWhat about a capsul boba shop?â
âErasa thatâs not really a necessity?â
- - -
âWhatâs got you so down in the dumps?â
You lifted your head from where it had been buried in your pillows, bleerily looking over to your door. Your mother was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed with a soft, worried smile on her face. Huffing, you sat up on your bed, holding your plush dragon Gohan had won for you when you were younger. He said it reminded him of his dragon companion, Icarus, and you two had dubbed this one Daedalus.Â
âNothing.â
She rolled her eyes, stepping into your room with a huff, âThatâs a lie and we both know it.âÂ
You didnât respond, opting to flop backwards, falling onto your bed, glaring up at the ceiling.
âYou know Trunks has even noticed youâve been acting weird,â You felt the edge of your bed dip, your momâs gentle hand shifting some stray hairs from your face, âI had to tell him he canât just go fight random people at your school. He thinks youâre being bullied.â
Despite the negative cloud dampening your mood you couldnât help but snort, âAs if anyone there could bully me.â
âThatâs right,â She grinned, âMe and your dad raised you too well to be picked on. Youâd just kick all their asses.â
There was a lapse of silence over the two of you, your mom studying your features, you trying to figure out how to bring up your dilemma without creating a huge deal.
Finally you opted on a question, âMomâ did dad ever like⌠have interest in other women? Before you?â
She blinked, clearly not expecting a question like that to be shot her way, and she snorted, âHoney, despite a select few your father still canât stand humans. It was hard enough to get him to look at me, no, he wasnât interested in any other women. And his team before here was all men, and he doesnât swing that way. We all had our thoughts with his obsession with Goku butâŚâ
You just groaned, that was not that answer you had been hoping for. Your mother picked up on that.
âWhen I was dating Yamcha I had to deal with that,â She offered.
âYeah well Yamcha thinks heâs some golden boy player,â You rolled your eyes, hugging Daedalus closer to you.
âYouâre not wrong.â She paused, waiting for you to meet her gaze before asking, âIs this about Gohan?â
Your cheeks burned before you could even answer, eyes widening with embarrassment, âMom!â
She started cackling, âOh myâ I was right!â
You sat up, hitting her side with the pillow you had been laying on, âStop itâ stop laughing at me!â
âHoney Iâm not laughing at you!â She stopped your assault, âChichi and I have been talking about this since the two of you became friends if Iâm being honest.â
You wrinkled your nose, pout forming on your lips, âYeah well⌠I think heâs into Videl.â
She blinked at you, head tilting curiously, âThatâs Mr. Satanâs daughter, right?â
âYeah. Theyâve been hanging out a lot one on one lately. According to Erasa theyâve been getting lunch after school and studying together in the library.â You huffed, dramatically falling so your head was resting on your motherâs lap, âAll those pre-date type activities high schoolers do.â
âStudying was not a pre-dating activity when I was in high school,â She muttered under her breath, and you glared up at her, âRight. Not helpful. Wellâ they could just be hanging out? As friends?â
âI meanâ I guess. But Erasa seems to also think itâs something more.â
Your mom ran her fingers across your hair, a gentle motion she started doing when you were younger and would wake from nightmares. You felt the tension bleeding out of your body, shoulders untensing as she continued.
âIt makes sense, doesnât it? Sheâs Mr. Satanâs daughter. Sheâs all into fighting and sparringâ sheâs strong and sheâs gorgeous.â
âYou act like youâre not strong and gorgeous.â
You grumbled, cuddling into your mother, opting to not respond. She sighed, âI know these feelings suck right now, but I think youâre reading too much into it. Videl and Gohan just seem like really good friends.â
âYeah, until them being good friends goes into more,â You said, empty venom in your voice.
âWhy are you guys talking about Gohan and Videl?â
You both jumped, Trunks standing in your doorway, soda can in hand, eyeing you two curiously, âAre they bullying you?â
âNo, theyâre not bullying me.â
He narrowed his eyes at you, âYouâd tell me if they were, right? Iâd destroy them both!â
Your mom rolled her eyes, âYou sound just like your father.â
Your little brother beamed, his intentions to beat up two of your friends forgotten.
âBesides,â You stood up with a smirk, ruffling your brothers hair as you moved out to the hall, âYouâd lose.â
- - -
While your brother fighting your friends was off the table, him fighting your teacher was not. Of course the man had assigned pairs for this upcoming project, worth over half of your grades.
And of course you were paired with Gohan.
Videl had been paired with some girl you vaguely knew, Ryushin. She was sweet, and smart enough. Erasa had been paired up with one of the flirty jocks, so Videl had arranged for the four of them to work on their projects together. It made sense why, Videl was a very protective friend, she wanted to keep an eye on the blonde.
Which meant you and Gohan were by yourselves in your room, quietly working amongst yourselves.
âSo I have a question.â
You raised an eyebrow, âI might have an answer.â
He placed his pen down, turning his attention to you, âIs Trunks mad at me?â
A laugh bubbled out of you before you could stop it, âWhat?â
âWhen your mom let me in, Iâm used to Vegetaâs quips, I grew up with them, but Trunks started mimicking him.â You looked at him, baffled, âI was confused. Vegeta looked overjoyed. I think Bulmaâs tearing into him for corrupting your brother honestly.â
âOh, so that was the yelling,â You muttered, glancing towards the direction of the living area, âNot that I know of?â
Unless he was still thinking Gohan was the reason youâd been so upset lately.Â
Which wasnât entirely untruthful.
He didnât look fully convinced, but seemed ready to drop the topic. A few peaceful moments passed before he looked like he wanted to bring something else up. âSo, I have some exciting news.â
âOh?â
âThe other day after class Videl and I were talking.â
You felt your throat suddenly go dry, blinking a few times, trying to regain to momentary lapse in cool you had felt. âAbout what?â
âWell, she,â He rubbed the back of his neck, âThere was this new coffee shop that opened up nearby. Weâve passed it a few times, actually. The one with the pink umbrellas outside?â
âOh yeah,â You nodded, remembering commenting about how cute it was, wanting to go there at some point after school.
âRight, well, she had the great idea of us going on a double date there!â
Oh.
Oh.
You felt your heart shatter, a stammering feeling in your chest.Â
They were already dating?
Was that what they were talking about the other day? Maybe they were trying to figure out how to drop the bomb to you and Erasa. Worried the balance in your little group would shift.Â
Gohan seemed to grow nervous at your silence, and you forced yourself to smile at him, trying to convey as much happiness through the look as you could.
âI think thatâd be so fun!â
He seemed relieved, âR- Really?â
You nodded, âIâve been wanting to go there since I saw it, and it seems like a cute place for a date!â
The smile on his face was blinding, and the shakiness of his hands, the nervousness in his eyes disappeared quickly, âThatâsâ yeah! Yeah! I think thatâs one reason Videl suggested it, you and Erasa and some others in our class have been talking about it, so it seemed perfect!â
You smiled, eyes falling down to your notebook, absentmindedly tapping your pen, âSo, when should we go?â
âI know youâre doing a work study with your mom, and Videlâs been helping her dad at his dojo after school. We were thinking Saturday morning? They have some breakfast stuff there too, weâve been looking over their menu.â
You nodded, mind reeling and heart hammering. It was taking all your will power not to start tearing up, fighting to keep a smile on your face, âSaturday is absolutely perfect.â
He smiled at you, his usual shy persona coming back for a moment, glancing down at his notebook before looking back up at you, âIâm so happy you agreed. I was so worried you wouldnât.â
You hadnât wanted to, honestly. Who was going to be your date? Was it one of Videlâs friends? Erasaâs friends? Youâd rather not waste a Saturday with some stranger, watching as Videl and Gohan talked and flirted, while you seethed with jealousy and sadness.Â
But Gohan looked so happy you agreed.
He was probably nervous and needed support.
You could do that, you suppose.
âIâd do anything for you,â And that was the truth.
His cheeks tinged pink, a dopey smile on his face.
A/N: As much as I'm MIA from this blog, it's always in the back of my mind. I came up with this idea at like 1 a.m. last night. Requests are open if at any point anyone wishes to send one in. Lord knows I could use the brain power.
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