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iinsertblognamee · 5 months

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kiss me, please?

summary; alexia doesn't really do PDA, but she might make an exception for you. pairing; alexia putellas x footballer!reader spanish | english translation

The first time you noticed was after your win against Levante UD Femenino. You had managed to score two of the seven goals throughout the match. The final whistle blew as the crowd went wild, Ona pulling you into her embrace as the two of you cheered with the surrounding atmosphere. Other teammates made their way into your embrace, congratulating each other with kisses on the cheeks and pats on their backs.

"Creo que alguien te está esperando" 'I think someone is waiting for you' Aitana giggles into your ear, pushing you towards the friends and family section seating section. The celebrations continued around you, as you made your way towards the cheering crowds - giving waves to fans before coming face-to-face with Alexia and Mapi. The younger woman pulls you into her embrace as she plants kisses all over your cheeks. Congratulating you over and over again.

"Gracias Mapi" 'Thank you Mapi' You laugh out, pushing yourself out of her embrace and wiping your face dramatically as she sticks her tongue out at you. Ingrid manages to join your little huddle, taking her girlfriend's attention off you as you make eye contact with your captain.

"Hola bebé" 'Hi baby' your words much softer than your conversation with Mapi, a shy smile playing on your lips as you take in your girlfriend. She pulls you in a small hug, a small tap felt at the back of your head before she pulls away.

"hola mi bella dama" 'Hello my beautiful lady' the pet name heats your cheeks up, Mapi pretending to hurl as Alexia scoffs and (softly) pushes Mapis's head in the other direction. You take notice of the pink blush covering your girlfriend's cheeks, and the small frown appearing on her eyebrows as she looks around the surrounding areas before her attention falls back to you.

You know your relationship was fairly new, not even hitting the six-month mark just yet but the pair of you had been friends since you signed for Barcelona two years ago. You could read Alexia like an open book, and you knew she was feeling on edge. Taking hold of Alexia's hands that were holding the barricade, you gave them a slight squeeze - trying to help her calm down just a little.

"The girls wanna go out and celebrate the win tonight" You start, trying to grab Alexia's attention once again, she gives a small hum in response. A clear indication she was only half listening to what you were saying.

"I think it'd be fun if you came with me?"

"No sé. I don't know if I'd be much fun mi amor" 'I don't know. I don't know if I'd be much fun, my love' She responds back, the frown only growing further. You wanted to run your fingers along her eyebrows, removing the tension appearing on her face. You don't, instead you pout your lips as you pull the best puppy dog eyes you could master.

"Por favor" 'Please'

You know you've hit the jackpot as a small smile appears on her lips once more, her eyes rolling back as she shakes her head. "Okay! Okay. But only to watch over you and keep you protected from Mapi"

The jab at the tattooed lady next to you takes offence, giving Alexia a slight push before crossing her arms and pouting "Soy una gran influencia!" 'I am a great influence!'. Alexia snorts but doesn't give her best friend any form of response.

"I think that's a great idea" you mumble soft enough for Alexia to catch what you are saying, but your words become lost on Mapi's.

Alexia's guard finds its way back up once fans start calling out for you in the next section over, she gives you one last squeeze before letting go of your hand and creating some distance between the pair of you.

"Ve a saludar amor, te veré en el vestuario." 'Go say hi love, I'll meet you down in the locker room'

Ingrid takes your hand from your girlfriends, pulling you away from the barricade and towards the screaming fans, both of you signing items and taking photos over the next couple of minutes.

As much as you tried to forget the shift in Alexia's actions, you couldn't help but feel a little pushed aside. Alexia had never been one to shy away from affection, you weren't sure if it was just a Spanish thing or an Alexia thing, but from day one she had always managed to be touching you in some way. A tap at the back of your head, an arm wrapped around your waist, a leg pressed up against yours - you were no stranger to Alexia's physical touches.

You let yourself believe it was just the fact that your relationship was still fresh. The move from being friends to more only official as of four months ago.

It had been after one of your matches, the defence clearly picking on you throughout the game - although you weren't backing down which had led to you being subbed off just before the 80th minute. A late-timed (or perfectly timed depending on who you asked) tackle from the opposing team landed you on the ground gripping onto your ankle.

You had been led down the tunnel, towards the designated medical room, a physio waiting for you - alongside a fuming Alexia. Her arms were crossed, and a firey look flashed across her eyes as she watched every wince and jump you gave out as you got assessed.

The physio diagnosed you with deep bruising but nothing that couldn't be fixed with some rest and strength training over the next two weeks. The door hadn't even closed completely before Alexia was yelling at you in Spanish. Her arms flew in the air as she walked back and forth, her attention would fall you on every once and a while before it dropped down to your iced ankle before she started all over again.

You could make out the jiff of what she was ranting about, but your attempt to answer her questions was blocked, as she would ask another question before answering it for herself.

It wasn't until about five minutes later that she finally stood firm in her place, her arms hanging by her sides as she looked at her once again.

"What were you thinking? Getting yourself injured like that!"

You blamed it on the fact that you had just played a rough 80 minutes, your arms now crossed across your body as you let out a scoff - you felt like a child getting scolded by their parents.

"I didn't do it on purpose, Alexia! I was playing the game, that's it. I can't help that they were targeting me"

Her eyes flashed with something that definitely wasn't anger, her lips suddenly on yours, as she pushed you back into the bed you were sitting on.

It wasn't until Ona and Lucy had come to check on you after the game finished that the two of you broke away from each other.

The club is up and pumping by the time you make it through its doors. Mapi hand-in-hand with you, Alexia and Ingrid trailing behind. Shots are pushed into your hands before you can make your way around to say hello to everyone, a countdown is yelled before you drown the shot.

An hour or two flew by, Ona, Claudia and Patri were dancing with you, the music completely in Spanish but at this point, you couldn't really care. You felt one of the girl's hands on your waist, spinning you around before attempting to dip you. A small squeal left your lips before followed by laughter pulling yourself up to their chest and yelling that you were grabbing a seat and getting some water.

The table booked out for the team is half empty, Lucy is in a deep conversation with Frido and Keira, Marta laughing with Ingrid at something Mapi said - and your girlfriend sitting, watching over the table with a glass of water in her hand.

"Hola ladies!" 'Hello Ladies' You announce, squeezing yourself onto Alexia's lap - kissing her cheek before taking the glass of water out of her grip and up to her lips. Too busy with the glass in your hand, you miss the kissy faces Mapi makes towards Alexia, teasing her best friend. Alexia seemed to tense up, her grip around your waist tightened enough for you to turn your attention towards her and her red cheeks.

"Are you okay?" you ask, tilting your head a little to get a better look at your girlfriend's face.

"si, yo solo..." 'yeah, i just...' she trails off, her eyes flicking to the group surrounding the pair of you before it clicks.

"You don't like PDA?"

She seems to physically relax when she realises you understand her discomfort, the tension that had been present now non-existent. A little shy smile appears on her lips before her head hides in the crook of your neck. You feel her lips plant a small, hidden kiss on your shoulder before she brings her attention back to you.

"Not really. I just... no sé. I just don't like the idea of people watching us... be like that. Only I get to see you like that" 'I don't know'

You can't help but feel yourself fall just a little more in love with the Spanish woman in front of you, a smile growing on your lips as you throw your arms around her neck. Your lips trace her ear before you mutter "But what if I can't help myself?"

You almost freeze at the sound of a moan slipping from her lips, low enough that only you can hear - but it still has the same effect. "mi amor" 'my love' she warns, and you swear you see her swallow before her gaze is directly on you. "Please don't"

You want to push and see how far you can go before she snaps but you also want to enjoy the rest of the night out with the girls. Ultimately, you give her a small nod before shifting yourself off her lap and into the free spot next to her.

You don't miss the smile on her lips, nor do you miss the dark look in her eyes. Her body reaches over you, as she grabs the glass in your hand - her mouth right next to your neck before she whispers "Later"

You notice the change slowly, the way that she would hold your hand just a little longer before pulling away or when she would congratulate you at the end of games her lips linger against your cheek as her hands held onto your waist.

It wasn't until her first game back since her injury, you cheered alongside the crowds as she made her way back onto the playing field and again when she scored her first since being back. The whistle signifies the end of the match, and before you can turn your attention towards your girlfriend her arms wrapped around your body. Pulling up into her embrace as she brings her lips to yours.

"I thought you didn't like PDA?" you ask onto her lips, smiles matching one another.

"Just shut up and kiss me"

You didn't need to be told twice.

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deception-united · 5 months

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moonchild9350 · 2 months

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Three Days with You

Summary: Hyunjin has three days off and he plans to spend it with you.

Pairing: established relationship idol Hyunjin x fab reader

Genres: fluff, smut-18+ MDNI

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetration, multiple creampies (wrap it up), somnophilia, public sex, cockwarming

Notes: This is from Hyunjin's pov of how he views the reader. I feel like there's not much out there from his pov so I decided to change that haha. Hyunjin is so poetic, idk haha, so this has a god awful amount of fluff.

I hope you enjoy it-if so consider a reblog, comment, or like! My inbox is always open as well.

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

Hyunjin secured three days off straight. Three days of relaxation. Three days of no schedule, no calls, no meetings. Three days of getting to spend time with you. He had it all planned out, what he wanted to do with you each day. Over the last few months he’s been listening intently as you gush about various places you want to go to, things you wanted to try. He wanted nothing more than to fulfill the wants, just not being able to do so due to his schedule. Each time he’d apologize to you, feeling like a broken record and each time you’d brush him off saying it’s not his fault he has to work. He is an idol after all.

He’s not sure how he deserves you, your sweet demeanor, your lust for life, your gentleness with anyone and everybody. He wants to give you the world, and one day he will. Until then, he’ll show you his love with little actions throughout the day, the goal of keeping that beautiful smile he loves on your face. When he delivered the news of his mini vacation, you were ecstatic, bouncing up and down on your toes, grinning from ear to ear. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him close, your hair tickling his nose. He gripped you tighter, burying his face in your hair, a smile on his face at how happy you were.

After your excitement died down a little, he sat you down and explained the plan for the next three days. He explained that he has it all planned out, and that you’ll surely love it. His heart swells as you smile and look at him with your beautiful brown eyes, love apparent in the orbs. You voice your excitement, clapping your hands like a child. He smiles at your happiness, knowing that this is just the beginning. He explains you both have to go to bed early, having an early start tomorrow. You nod, determination on your face. He chuckles and pulls you to him to cuddle, you relaxing in his side. He’s never been excited to wake up early in his life, but he knows it’ll be worth it, especially when he tells you about the plans for day one.

The early morning sun shines through the curtains, casting a soft glow across your sleeping face. Hyunjin smiles to himself, your beauty is unmatched. He wants to wake you up and has just the idea of how to do so. He shimmies down the bed, carefully untangling the blankets from your hold. You stir for a moment, causing Hyunjin to freeze in his tracks, before you mumble something and then succumb back to sleep. He continues on his mission, lying on his belly, his face right above your pelvis.

He gently pries open your legs, and lifts your sleep shirt up, your covered core on display. He licks his lips before licking a stripe up your folds, pressing the fabric into your core. Hyunjin spits a little, the liquid falling onto the fabric, mixing with your slick that is slowly seeping out of your pussy and staining your panties. He runs his finger through the fabric once more before circling your clit, rubbing soft circles on the bud. He looks up as you sigh, sifting slightly on the bed but not completely waking up.

Hyunjin grins before leaning down again, this time to suck your covered clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. He sucks your bundle of nerves again and again, spit dribbling from his mouth, causing it to be messy, which he loves. He leans back on his haunches before grabbing the waistband of your panties and slides them down your legs, tossing them away. He gently spreads your legs wider, the lips of your pussy making a schlick sound as your wet folds part.

He dives back in, licking into your entrance, as he tongue fucks you. He hears you stir once more, but doesn’t stop, his tongue reaching deep within you. You let out a moan, his name falling from your mouth, as you grip his hair. He lets you guide him, lets you use his face and tongue for your pleasure. You grind your hips against his face, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit again and again. You are a whining mess above him, your grip getting tighter as you shove his face deeper against your pussy.

You whimper as he attaches his lips to your clit once more, sucking the bundle of nerves, again and again, rolling the bud against his tongue. You’re close, he can feel it, your thighs closing in, threatening to trap his head in between your thighs. He doesn’t move, doesn’t protest, but welcomes the thought with a groan, the vibration causing you to shiver. He feels you wrap your legs around his neck, your movements getting quicker. Your voice gets higher in pitch, louder and louder until you let go, your release coating his face. He licks up every bit, not wanting to waste any as your ride out your orgasm, savoring every sound and movement you make.

Hyunjin feels you relax, unhooking your legs from his head, your breaths coming out in pants. He sits back and looks at you, watching as you come down from your high. He leans over and presses a kiss to your lips, before sitting down next to you.

“Time to get up love,” Hyunjin says, stretching out his back before he gets out of bed.

He watches as you sit up, your core still on display, your slick plastered over your lips. He grins at the sight and your confusion.

“Chop chop!” He says, “We have to leave in twenty!”

He listens to your giggle, the prettiest sound in the world and watches as you swing your legs over the bed, and get up, padding your way to the bathroom. The next ten minutes are filled with the water running, and the sound of your makeup brushes hitting the vanity as you both get ready. Hyunjin encourages you to dress cute but comfy, and to wear comfy shoes as you’re both going to be doing a lot of walking.

You nod your head and grab your shoes, ready for today’s excursion.

“Ready Jinnie!” You say, excitement in your eyes. “Can you tell me where we’re going now?”

You look at him with curiosity in your eyes, hoping he will spill the secret as to where you’re going. Hyunjin figures he can let you know now, as you’re about to leave the apartment.

“We’re going to the aquarium love,” he says, watching your face for your reaction.

He smiles as you squeal, clapping your hands at the news. You gush about how you’ve been wanting to go to the aquarium, to see the various exhibits. He’s over the moon at your excitement. He knew you would love it, after all he listens to all your wishes. Hyunjin grabs your hand and pulls you along, heading toward the door. You both decide to catch the train so it can take you to the other side of the city. He makes sure you’re always on the inside of the sidewalk, that he gets the doors for you. He wants today to be perfect, he doesn’t want anything to go wrong.

On the train, he listens to your chatter, while he holds your hand, your fingers intertwined. He watches as you eventually look out the window, eyes wide as you watch the scenery pass by, the love he has for you ever growing. You gush about how excited you are for today, hoping you get to go to the penguin exhibit and watch them waddle around. Hyunjin presses a kiss to your lips, grinning as you lean into him, moving your lips with his. He doesn’t want to pull away, but you are in public, not wanting to cause too much of a scene.

Once at the aquarium, he has to walk quickly to catch up with you, as you all but run to the entrance, your eyes wide as you take in the large building where you will spend the day. He pays the entrance fees, taking your hand once more as you make your way to the first exhibit. You squeal as you see the fish, swimming around gracefully in the tank, eyes following them as they wind their way to and fro. Hyunjin watches the fish but he also watches you, watches your facial expression change from excitement to awe. You’re barely blinking not wanting to miss anything. He gets lost in your face until you pull him back, asking if he wants to move on.

He agrees, following you as you lead him from exhibit to exhibit, until you come to the penguin exhibit. You immediately pull out your phone, snapping pictures left and right of the birds, gushing at how cute they are. To top it off, he listens as you spill fact after fact about the birds.

“Did you know male penguins gift the female penguins rocks to woo them,” or “Did you know that their black and white coat actually is to help them camouflage themselves while in the water?”

Hyunjin listens to each fact, responding yes or no. He’s fascinated at your knowledge, at your passion for learning. It’s just another thing that makes him love you even more. Eventually, you ask him to take a picture of you with a penguin, an action he can’t refuse. You look cute posing with the penguin, your smile wide and radiant. You beg him to be in the picture too which he accepts, the idea of being too cute to resist. You kiss him on the cheek afterwards, the blush on his face evident. He squeezes your hand, and brings it to his lips, pressing a wet kiss to your hand.

As you both walk to the exit, he runs through the day in his mind. He thinks it was a success, or at least he hopes so. He’s about to ask you when you beat him to the punch.

“Today was amazing Jinnie! Thank you so much for taking me here,” you say, gratitude laced in your tone.

“Of course love. I’m happy you had fun. Let’s come back another time.”

You nod your head in agreement as you both get closer to the train station. Once seated, you snuggle into his side, laying your head on his shoulder. Hyunjin cradles you gently, looking out the window as they leave the city. He gazes down and sees that you have fallen asleep, your eyes fluttering softly. He hopes you’re dreaming of the penguins, and of happy times. He hopes he’s in your dreams as well as you conquer whatever comes your way.

Hyunjin smiles to himself, happy that day one was successful. He hopes that you’ll like what he has in store for the following days to come.

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The next morning, Hyunjin is busy. He’s in the kitchen cooking your favorite breakfast foods, French toast with lots of whip cream. He made sure to stay quiet, watching your sleeping form snuggled beneath the blankets, the slow rhythm of your breathing as he left the bedroom. Hyunjin picked some flowers, red chrysanthemums, your favorite and placed them in a vase. Plating the French toast, he piled on the whipped cream, a smile on his face at how excited you get over the sugary treat. He picked up the tray carefully and made his way to the bedroom, setting the tray down on the side table.

Hyunjin pushed your hair back, as you let out a little groan, your eyes slowly opening to see who disturbed your slumber. Once you saw him there, you smiled, reaching out a hand to cup his cheek.

“Morning, Jinnie,” you said, your voiced laced with sleep.

“Morning my love,” Hyunjin said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Made you breakfast, your favorite.”

“French toast with lots of whipped cream!” You excitedly said, sitting up to lean back against the covers.

He chuckled at you, watching as you noticed the tray, filled with your favorite treat and flowers. Hyunjin carefully placed the tray in your lap, and settled next to you. He loved how you licked your lips as you cut a piece of French toast and popped it in your mouth, as you let out a tiny groan. He listened as you praised his cooking and thoughtfulness, shoving your face with more food. Hyunjin loved these little moments with you. He loved your love for food. He loved your love for anything that grows, and in this case flowers.

Hyunjin let you finish eating, before taking the tray back to the kitchen. Once he returned back to you, he pulled you in close, resting your head on his chest. He could stay like this forever, you in his arms. Your happiness evident by the way you pressed a kiss to his cheek here and there. Hyunjin laid there with you for hours, listening to you talk about work, your friends, and life in general, not being able to do so usually due to his schedule. He was intrigued listening to your daily life, never tiring of hearing your chatter.

Hyunjin looked at the clock, noticing it was around lunch time and gave you a squeeze. You looked up at him with curiosity, waiting to hear what he had to say.

“Let’s get dressed love, we have somewhere to be,” he explained.

You grinned, excited for where he was going to take you before hopping out of bed. He watched as you skipped to your closet, picking out a beautiful sundress, the shade of green looking nice against your skin tone. Hyunjin got dressed as well, and left to go to the kitchen once more, making sure everything was packed and ready to go for the afternoon. He startled at your entrance, chuckling as you attempted to peak over his shoulder, to see what he was packing into a bag.

“Na uh love, this is a surprise,” he explained, watching as you stepped back and placed your hands behind your back, rocking back and forth on your heels.

He straightened up, the bag packed and ready, and reached out a hand to you. He led you out the door, and made his way down the sidewalk, deciding to walk to your destination today. The way to the surprise location was filled with chatter, as you wanted to play I Spy. He lost every time, giggling that you were just that good. He watched as you jokingly protested that you were in fact not good at the game, but he denied your gripes, saying you were the best player ever at that game.

He was happy once you accepted the compliment, squeezing your hand in his. Before you knew it, you both had reached your destination, the grand park spreading out before you. You smiled once you realized you had made it to today’s location, closing your eyes and inhaling the air, the smell of nature all around you. Hyunjin took that moment to watch you, your hair gently blowing in the wind, the sun illuminating your beautiful face. He took in your beauty, how you dress fit your curves just right, how your eyeshadow glimmered in the sunlight, how your lips turned up into a smile at the serenity.

He started walking again once you opened your eyes, making his way to the final destination, an expanse of grass perfect for a picnic. Hyunjin disconnected your hands and reached into the bag to pull out a blanket, spreading it across the patch of grass. He gestured for you to sit, bowing his head before saying “my lady.” Your laughter graced his ears, the sound sweet like honey. He unpacked the bag, pulling out sandwiches, fruits, and bottles of teas.

“Ladies first,” he said, allowing you to take in today's lunch.

He watched as you picked a sandwich, opening the bag and taking a bite. Hyunjin proceeded to pick out his food and began eating, the only sound being the birds in the trees and the occasional passerby. Once you finished eating, you leaned back on your hands, letting your head fall back, enjoying the sun on your skin. Hyunjin picked up your legs and placed them in his laps, his hands massaging the limbs.

He watched you grin, your mouth opening in a sigh at the feeling. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. As more silence went by, you eventually opened your eyes, looking Hyunjin in the eyes. She inquired you of how you’re doing, how’s your work. He admits he rarely gets to discuss his day with you, as you’re usually sleeping by the time he comes home. It’s refreshing to finally get to talk with you about work, the members, and upcoming shows. You listen intently, wanting to know anything and everything. It’s just another reason why he’s do deeply in love with you.

He looks you in the eyes, the brown orbs taking in his face, his appearance. He sees your eyes dart down to his lips and back up to his eyes. He feels the need to be close to you, to show you how much he loves you. You lean forward and kiss him, your mouth moving gently against his, savoring this moment with him. It’s slow and gentle until it’s not, as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. He melts as you let out a soft moan, raising your arms to grip his face.

Hyunjin pulls away before he loses himself, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Let’s go shall we?” He asks you.

You nod your head and pull back. Hyunjin starts to gather the trash and extra food, throwing them into the bag. You both work to fold the blanket, a sense of urgency in your movements. Hyunjin grabs your hand and pulls you along, making his way out of the park. You both almost make it home, just almost, but Hyunjin needs you, he craves you. So the next secluded corner he comes to, he pulls you after him, dropping the bag and pushing you against the wall.

He presses his lips to you once more, the kiss harsh and frenzied. He reaches under your dress and presses a finger against your core, listening to your whimpers as he slides his fingers up and down your folds. You’re wet, soaking your panties, causing Hyunjin to let out a groan. He withdraws his hand from your dress before unzipping his pants, pulling out his leaking cock.

He strokes his hard member once, twice before pulling your panties to the side and dragging his member through your wet folds. He begs you to wrap your leg around him, groaning as you obey, locking your leg around his hip, locking him in place. As he sinks into your sweet heat, he looks deep into your eyes, watching as your eyes widen at the intrusion.

He pulls back before thrusting again and again into your pussy, your breath mingling together as he fucks you up against the wall. He fucks you deeply but quickly, you both in a hurry to reach your highs. He gets lost in you, your moans, the feel of your nails digging into his shoulders, the feel of your walls sucking him in again and again. He’s close, so close to cumming.

He feels you clench around him, causing his cock to twitch. Hyunjin listens as you mumble you’re close, as you search his lips. A few more thrusts and he’s cumming, his cum flooding your walls, dripping out and onto your thighs. He swallows your moans as you cum too, your grip on him tightening with each moment. You both come down from your highs, your breathing shallow and quick. Hyunjin presses a quick kiss to your lips, withdrawing his cock, pulling your panties back in place to catch his cum dripping from your hole.

You grin at him, as you straighten out your dress, watching him pick up the bag and grab your hand as you both sprint from the alley, making your way back to your apartment. The whole way back, your laughter fills his ears, your smile contagious as you enjoy the last of your day, the adrenaline still pumping through your veins from your excursion.

Tomorrow is the last day, which will be bitter sweet. However, he knows this is not the end, no, but an opportunity to only deepen your relationship.

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Today you wake up first, shaking Hyunjin awake. He opens his eyes to see you hovering over him, poking at his cheeks. He hums and turns his head this way and that, attempting to shake you off. You don’t let up and eventually he laughs, reaching up to grab your hands to stop your attack. Your giggles fill the room, a beautiful sound on this sunny morning.

“I’m awake love,” Hyunjin finally says, his stomach hurting from laughing so hard.

You poke him one last time, a smile on your face. “It’s our last day Jinnie,” you say, a hint of melancholy in your voice. “What do you have planned?”

Hyunjin looks up at you, noticing the frown lines forming on your face. He reaches up to smooth them away. He understands though how you’re feeling, the last three days have felt like a dream, getting to spend them with the woman he loves. You nuzzle your face into his palm, sighing in contentment. He swears if you were a cat you’d be purring. He clears his throat, trying to get himself together to answer his beautiful girl.

“I figured today we can take it easy, watch some movies, and order take out.”

You nod and smile at the idea, leaning down to snuggle into his chest. Hyunjin wraps his arms around you, one arm around your waist, while the other he gently brings to your hair, running the strands through his fingers. You both lay there in each other’s arms, in no rush to get up. Hyunjin closes his eyes, breathes in the scent of you, and your hair. It smells nice, like a fresh spring day, it smells just of you. He will miss these slow moments, as who knows when he’ll get another day off.

Eventually he breaths in deep, your body rising in tune with his chest before he lets out the air. He asks you what you want to watch, giving you the option to pick out two movies. That’ll last you until dinner time, in which you could eat take out outside if the weather feels cool enough. You sit up, pondering his question, before your face lights up. You scramble to get off of him, making your way to the edge of the bed to get up. He watches as you exit the room, presumably to pick out the movies. Hyunjin stretches before getting up, padding his way after you.

He’s greeting with the sight of you sitting on the floor, going through the various movies you both own. He decides to sit on the couch and wait, watching as you ponder each movie you pick up, occasionally muttering to yourself words he cannot hear, but he assumes is your commentary of the movies. After a while, you look up triumphant, two movies in your hand. Hyunjin smiles, nodding his head at your choices.

“Go ahead and pop one in,” he tells you, watching as you did just that.

You make your way over to him before sitting in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. He cradles you into his chest, making sure you are comfortable. The movie begins, the opening credits displayed on the screen. He watches you closely, at how you eagerly watch the scenes pan out, your reactions as something funny pops up or if drama is displayed on screen.

Sometime during the movie, he notices you start to get antsy, subtly shifting yourself in his lap. He tries not to move, as your butt occasionally brushes against his cock, the member twitching at the stimulation. Hyunjin thinks you’ll settle down soon, once you get comfortable again. However, time passes and you don’t sit still, your movements more pronounced.

“What’s wrong love,” Hyunjin asks, curious as to why you seem restless all of a sudden.

He watches as you put your head down, refusing to look him in the eyes. He’s confused, wondering if it’s something he did. Did you not like the idea of staying in today? He’d be willing to change up plans, especially if it made you happy. You were twiddling your thumbs, and seemed unsure of yourself. He rubbed your back, allowing you time to think. Finally you looked at him, your eyes unreadable.

“Can I sit on your cock Jinnie?” You softly asked, so softly he thought he heard you wrong.

He gave you a smile and said, “Of course love.”

Hyunjin tapped your butt once, twice, signaling for you to get up. He undid his pants, bringing them down his legs before tossing them aside. He lowered his boxers, his cock springing free, slapping against his abdomen, smearing it with precum. He sat down once more before looking up at you. You were staring at his cock, your lip between your teeth. He could tell you were rubbing your thighs together, as you were only wearing his shirt, making it easy to see your thighs. He gave you an encouraging smile, and only then did you slide your panties down your legs and made your way towards him.

Hyunjin had you face the tv, that way you could still watch the movie. He guided you towards his cock, making sure you didn’t topple over as you straddled his legs. Grabbing his cock with one hand, he brought it to your entrance, before helping you sink down on his hard length. You both let out a sigh as you settled against his chest. Hyunjin wrapped his arms around your middle, holding you close as you both returned to watching the movie.

He could feel your slick, the slow trickle of fluid making its way down his length. Hyunjin tried to stay still throughout the movie, not wanting to cause you discomfort. This was easier said than done when your warm walls were wrapped snuggly around his cock, as you clenched down on him. You seemed unbothered, focusing on the movie on the screen and not the fact you were seated on his cock.

Once the movie ended, he let out a shaky breath, not sure if he can hold out for another movie. Hyunjin decided to go with it, bringing his lips to your neck, as he pressed wet kisses along your jaw. He heard you sigh and felt you lean back, exposing your neck to him. Hyunjin suckled your skin, biting the flesh, before soothing it over and over before repeating the process again. Your breathing became heavy, as you relaxed further in his hold.

Satisfied with the mark he gave you, he reached his fingers around your belly, slowly bringing them down to your clit. He rubbed the bud, watching as you arched in his hold at the sensation. Hyunjin didn’t move, just laid there as he circled your clit again and again, his fingers slipping and sliding with the amount of slick that was pouring out of your pussy. He felt you tense, your orgasm approaching. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear, you came on his cock, your walls clamping down on his member again and again as you rode out your high.

Once you settled, Hyunjin gently flipped you onto your back, his cock slipping out of your heat. You mewled at the loss, your hole fluttering at the emptiness. He leaned down to kiss you, as he slid into you once more. He slowly rocked his hips into you, his eyes never leaving your face. He listened to your sweet moans as he thrusted deeply but slowly, savoring your face lost in pleasure, the sounds you made as his cock dragged against your walls, the little “ah ahs” increasing as he slightly sped up.

Hyunjin was not trying to fuck you, no, he wanted to go about this slowly, bring you to that sweet paradise nice and slow, until all you could do was see him, breath him, as he brought you over the edge. Your hands were everywhere, grasping at his arms, his chests, his back, his ass, searching for purchase wherever you could land. He felt you wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him closer to you, allowing him to go deeper as he hit your sweet spot over and over.

He felt his heart swell at the sight of you, lost in pleasure because of him, as you mumbled you were close. He thrusted again and again, before he came with a groan, his cum hitting your walls triggering your high as well. He listened intently as you whimpered “I love you, I love you,” over and over again, as you thrashed beneath him. Hyunjin took a shaky breath before looking into your eyes, searching the orbs for how you were feeling. All he found was love, as your eyes sparkled looking into his. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, your nose, your eyes, your forehead, repeating “I love you” with each kiss.

You cradled his face with both hands, a smile on your face. He smiled back, pressing a kiss to each of your hands before pulling out, looking down immediately to watch his cum seep out of your pussy, the thick substance making it’s way from your entrance as it slid down your ass. He got up to go grab a towel, grabbing two waters while he was at it. He cleaned you up, his delicate hands traveling up and down your body before grabbing your panties and sliding them back on for you. He got dressed himself before sitting down next to you once more.

“Shall we watch the second movie?” He asked, ready to press play.

You nodded, snuggling into his side, your eyes going to the screen. You both sat in silence, eyes glued to the tv. Hyunjin was impressed at your choices, as they were very good and right up his alley. Yet another thing he was amazed at, how you both shared common interests on not only major things but little things like this.

Halfway through he ordered take out, that way the food would be here by the time the movie finished. You told him you were starving, not having ate anything all day. He nodded in agreement, his stomach growling to reiterate the point. You chuckled at this, before turning back to the movie. Right as the movie ended, the doorbell rang, signaling the food was here.

Hyunjin got up to open the door, grabbing the food from the delivery man. Walking back to the living room, he set the food down. You were elated to finally eat, the smells of the food spreading throughout the room. You both ate in silence, the occasional acknowledgment that the food was good. Hyunjin looked up to see you reach over, to wipe some food off of his face. You smiled at him, love in your eyes as you brought your hand down. Hyunjin grinned back at you, before gesturing if you were done with your food. You nodded and he gathered everything else, bringing it to the kitchen.

He looked out the window, the black cloak of night settling in. He had one last idea to end this day, sure that you would love it. Walking back to the living area, he sat down next to you once more, before turning to face you. You looked his way, a smile on your face as you looked on in curiosity.

“How about we stargaze my love?” He asked, grasping your hands in his.

“Yes, such a perfect idea!” You responded, making to get up at once.

Hyunjin got up with you and you both walked to the balcony door, unlocking and sliding it open, the warm afternoon breeze blowing into the room behind you. You both stepped over the threshold, before standing on the balcony, your heads titled to look at the night sky. Hyunjin gently sat down, bringing you down with him before lying on the ground. You laid next to him, holding his hand tightly as you gazed upwards.

It was easy to get lost in the stars, the little white dots numerous in the sky, the occasional one twinkling. He listened as you pointed out the constellations, explaining the mythology behind them. You were once more showing off your expansive knowledge, as he laid there and listened, completely in awe of you. At one point, he turned his head to look at you as you animatedly chattered, your eyes sparkling as you continued to point out different patterns in the night sky.

You noticed however, that he had stopped responding, turning to face him to see what was the matter. Hyunjin gazed into your eyes, not wanting to look away. He traced your features, from your beautiful eyes, to your pixie nose, to your heart shaped lips and back to your eyes. He leaned in to kiss you, once, twice, three times before pulling away. Hyunjin held his breath as he watched you get up and straddle him, placing your hands on his chest.

He sat and watched you for moments more before you reached down to pull your top over your head, tossing it next to you on the ground. Hyunjin brought his hands up to your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh in his hands, before running the pads of his thumbs over your nipples, the peaks hardening at his touch. He dared not move as you reach down to free his cock, hard and leaking for you as always. He finally let out his breath as you sunk down onto him, a low moan falling from your lips.

Hyunjin was lost in you, the way you moved as you took his cock, swiveling your hips to and fro. How you tossed your head back in pleasure, lost in the feel of his cock within your walls. He guided you, looking down to where you two were connected, watching as your pussy engulfed his cock over and over, your arousal dripping down onto his member. He grasped your hands in his, intertwining your fingers as you both became lost in each other, not sure where one breath began and one ends.

He felt his cock twitch as you looked him in the eyes, never wavering even though you announced you were close. Hyunjin reached down and thumbed at your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in tight circles, bringing you closer to your high. He let out a groan, asking, no begging you not to look away as you came, to look at him, only at him.

He felt his cock swell as you obeyed, your big, brown orbs on his as you sped up your hips, chasing after your orgasm. With one last swipe of your clit, you came, your body convulsing as your slick gushed out of your walls and onto his pelvis, your eyes on him at all times. Hyunjin grabbed your hands once more and squeezed, before releasing his load into your hot walls, his breath heavy, feeling overwhelmed with love for you.

As you both came down and gazed into each other’s eyes, he took you in. He took in how the moonlight reflected off your skin, how your hair blew around your shoulders with the gentle breeze that was present. He took in your features on your face, your flushed cheeks, your tongue as it darted out to lick your lips. He took in your gorgeous body, your perfect breasts rising and falling with each breath you took, your nipples still hardened. He ran his hands down your sides, feeling the plush skin as he continued his journey down to your thighs. He smiled up at you, “I love you,” falling from his lips.

You grinned at him before lifting yourself off of him, his cum dripping down and onto his thighs as you sought out your clothes. He watched as you put them back on, sitting down next to him again. He pulled you close, cradling you into his side.

Hyunjin was in love. He was in love with the gentle, kind soul next to him. He was in love with how you interacted with others, how you were gentle with him, patient with him. Hyunjin was in love with your mind, and how you thought, how you constantly sought knowledge. He knew he wanted to marry you one day, and hopefully that day will be one day soon in the future. He wants to give you the world, and he will do so. Hopefully, the last three days were everything you’ve dreamed of and more. He knows they were for him being able to spend them with the one he loves. As he pulls you closer, his eyes on the sky above, he thanks his lucky stars that he found his soulmate, found the love of his life in you.

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vagabond-umlaut · 1 year

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every rose and its 'twin prickles'

Or: you and the two fearsome monsters, your knightly husband must wage a war against everyday, for the sake of a glimpse of you.

▸ dad!gojo satoru x mom!reader; 1.45 wc; fluff, fluff, gallons and gallons of fluff; a pair of cute, possessive and too-wise-for-their-age babies who love their mama wayyy too much; poor miserable deprived 'toru; sprinkles of humor too added in there; implied no curses!au

▸ i dump the blame of this on @afortoru's shoulders. A, look what you made me do ▸ writing this genre for the 1st time! characters, image or divider used aren't mine. please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

Do you know what’s the best thing about work?

Every evening it ends early.

Do you know what’s the best thing about home?

Every evening you’re there.

Walking into the barely-lit flat, a soft smile lights up the expanse of Satoru’s face as the quiet sounds of snoring float over from the bedroom. Dumping the bag on the sofa and shrugging off the coat, the man moves silently further into the apartment – weary mind conjuring images of you in an oversized black tee [of his], curled into yourself in the king-sized bed, the cutest little pout on your lips as you babble in your sleep – then pauses, a hand on the doorknob.

Two pairs of blue eyes sparkle at him from the almost-darkness of the room.

Satoru closes the door behind and slumps against it.

Two matching grins aim at his heart from the human blanket over your form.

Sharp. Shrewd. Cruel.

You wrap an arm round each of those two monkeys – the latter back here from their grandparents', two days before schedule.

Ten years ago, were anyone to tell Satoru there would be a day in the future when he would have to fight for you, only to taste defeat, again and again and again, the man would have emptied his glass of champagne on their clothes, then kicked them out of the reception party.

Yet, now... as he trudges closer to the door and extends a hand to brush a few wily wisps of hair away from your forehead – only to have it slapped away harshly by a little palm – he can’t help but wonder what sin he committed in his previous birth, to have received an angel like you as his wife, but two demons like them for his children.

Sachiko, the older of the twins, glares up at her father. “Papa, no!! Mama’s sleeping,” She whisper-yells, eyes darting from him to you than back to him, lips tugged down in a scowl, the likes of which he has only seen in a mirror. On your other side, a mop of white hair nods, albeit not without a tiny yawn – Sachiro’s definitely inherited your sleepiness in a rainy weather.

Satoru lifts an eyebrow in return. “I can see that, you two. Now go, play with your toys or something. I wanna cuddle with my wife.”

“But we too wanna cuddle with Mama,” Sachiko retorts as she slips out from under your arm and sits up on the bed. The tiny ponytail on her white head stays in a complete disarray; your husband watches your daughter tug at it a couple of times, frowning, before she gives up, returning her glower to him as she continues, “So, you can’t cuddle with her. Mama is ours now.”

Your son again gives a small “yes” at her words, followed by a yawn – a reaction which Sachiko doesn’t deem to be enough, apparently, given how she throws a glare his way next. “Hey, whose team are you on, dumbo? Mine or Papa’s?”

The answer arrives in an instant, in the most matter-of-factly voice possible from a five-year-old. “Yours, obviously. I don’t want Papa to steal Mama away. She’s ours.”

The smug grin directed his way next makes Satoru want to flick two foreheads pretty hard – but he doesn’t. Any rash or impulsive action can only do him more harm now, driving him further away from his goal.

So, cogs whirring in his brain, he crouches down to his kids’ eye level and smiles.

“What do you think of a compromise, kids? Why don’t you make a deal with me?”

Two pairs of blue clash with the original pair of blue for a while, suspicion in one, suspicious curiosity in the other, while challenge swirls in the last; before a huff breaks the staring contest and your daughter folds her arms across her chest. Exchanging a glance and a nod with her, your son too sits up and announces, “Okay, we’re interested. What’s the deal?”

Your husband lets out an internal whoop of victory.

“Belgian chocolates in exchange for a cuddling session with my wife.”

“Bleh!” Sachiko makes a disgusted face – something which takes him back to his younger days when Suguru and Shoko used to imitate his expressions – and whines, “They are so bitter, yuck! Suggest something better.”

“A doll house for you and a car for Sachiro, if that’s the case.”

The latter is the one to turn down this time. Tone brimmed with disappointment – something he can only ever learn from you – he says, “But you just bought us one last month, Papa! Mama always asks you to save money... why don’t you ever listen to her?”

A knife of guilt lodges itself into his heart and twists. Satoru sighs. “I do... I try to, always, but you two make it so difficult for me to! Why are you like this? Is it so unfair to want to spend some time with her? She is as much my wife as much she’s your mom.”

“We know,” The addressed two answer in unison with sage little nods of their head. The girl continues with a grave expression matching her brother’s, “But we can also ask you the same, Papa. She is as much our mom as she’s your wife. Is it so unfair to want to spend some time with her?”

“Besides, you spent five extra years with her, before we were born. We just want to make up for the time lost,” Sachiro chimes in with a pout. “Tell us, Papa,” The two again speak in a heart-wrenching chorus, “Is it so unfair to want to spend some time with her?”

“The kids are right, y’know?” A mumble pops the gravity of the situation at hand, and Satoru looks down to find you awake, cracking an amused smile at them. He huffs, rising from the floor and plopping on the bed next to you, arms folded against chest.

“Can’t believe I am so unloved and unwanted in this world. My kids don’t love me. They don’t listen to me. My wife too doesn’t love me. She never supports me. Welp, got to be the unluckiest to be in my shoes right now, I guess.”

Your husband pauses, giving a small break for the words to sink into everyone, before you let out a long exhale and send him a minor twitch of your lips. Sachiko moves to pat his head, the same moment Sachiro reaches over to clasp his small arms around his neck. You too rise and embrace him from behind, placing a small kiss in between his shoulder blades.

“Y’know, it’s not like that,” You say, placing your ear on his back, “Just ’cause the kids love me more doesn’t mean they don’t love you. And it’s not even your fault – my personality is so awesome, everyone can’t help but adore me the moment they see me – isn't that right, babies?”

“Right, Mama,” A pair of wonderstruck voices ring out in reply to your jocular question – you continue in the same note, with another kiss, this time on the nape of his neck.

“And because your awesome Mama’s asking you now, will you two be good babies and let Papa too sleep here with us? Look at him: he’s so tired and sad. You don’t want your dearest Papa to be sad and tired, right? You will let him cuddle with us, won't you?”

Satoru watches the twins look at each other for a second, then the younger acquiesce, “Papa can cuddle with us. That’s okay, maybe.” The two then proceed to shoot a particularly sharp look at him; one he responds to with a cheeky smirk, which disappears into a soft smile when he feels you manoeuvre his face towards yourself, a light grasp on his chin.

“See, the kids agreed. Now, are you feeling loved and wanted?”

“Infinitely more,” He replies with a peck on your lips – however, before he can deepen the kiss a tad more, you bring him into a sleeping posture beside you, the kids immediately piling on top of the two of you. You offer him something between a cute pout and a sorry smile, which earns a wink from your husband.

Turning to one side, Satoru drags you, Sachiko lying on top of you and Sachiro lying in between him and you, into himself, letting him be lulled to sleep by the melody of your laughs and your kids’ half-hearted harrumphs.

Do you know what’s the best thing about life?

Every tiniest bit of it he gets to spend beside you, the light of his life, and the two imps, your and his love brought into this world – even if he knows he’s going to get kicked out of bed the very microsecond you fall asleep again.

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sweetblinginrose · 6 months

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗,

(OS Eddie Munson x fem!reader geek)

summary: Rival Dungeons and Dragons reader who has a tournament and ends up without clothes. Oops…

word count: 6,6k +

warnings: obv +18, rivalry, unprotected sex, asphyxiation, bad language, cumming inside, female masturbation, culilingus.

a/n: hey lol, i wrote this half asleep so idk how it turned out, i'll see if it's any good or not later, so if there is something wrongly translated or that you don't find makes sense, pls let me know, hugs!

oh and don't copy my idea, it's my own huh 🦄

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part 2 !!

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The Sith Order.

All the members of the Hellfire Club and your group, The Sith Order, maintained a cordial and mutually respectful relationship, with the exception of the tense rivalry between you and the opposing leader, the insufferable Eddie. You hated him so much, especially now that you had bet your grand dice, which your brother had given you as a gift.

The abandoned cabin loomed like a shadow among the trees of the forest, a forgotten refuge that now housed your group of friends and your imaginary adventures. Inside, the air was filled with a smell of dampness and earth, a constant reminder of nature reclaiming its space. The once cozy and lived-in furniture was now covered in a layer of dust and cobwebs that wove complex patterns in every corner.

The sofa, your throne, was worn out, with upholstery torn in several places, revealing the crumbling yellowed foam at the touch. Dark stains of time adorned the fabric, and every time you moved, a cloud of dust rose like a sigh from the cabin itself. Sitting there, on your stomach, with a furrowed brow and crossed arms, you couldn't help but feel the rough and cold texture of the sofa against your skin, a reminder of your recent defeat in the game.

Around you, the tables wobbled on uneven legs, their surfaces scratched and marked with circles from past glasses. The faded and torn curtains hung sadly from the windows, allowing dim light to filter in and illuminate the dust particles in the air. The floor creaked under the weight of footsteps, and each floorboard seemed to tell a story of abandonment.

In this space, time seemed to have stopped, and every object told the story of a better past now eclipsed by neglect and desolation.

You felt as if a storm was brewing inside you, a mixture of frustration and challenge that consumed you as you sat on the sofa. The defeat in the friendly game was a thorn in your pride, a small battle lost in a war that seemed to extend beyond the game of dragons and dungeons. The rivalry with the Hellfire Club and its leader, Eddie, was the real dragon to be defeated, and every thought of him fueled the flames of your resentment.

Eddie, with his arrogant smile and his ability to bring out the best in his players, had become the antagonist not only in the game, but in your mind and life. You imagined him, with his tousled hair and carefree attitude, as the perfect villain for your campaign, one who seemed to enjoy every time his group came out victorious. The idea that he might consider your defeat as a point in his favor was unbearable.

While your friends continued with the campaign, laughing, stressed, focused, and rolling dice, you immersed yourself in your thoughts, planning your next move. It was not just a matter of winning a game; it was a matter of honor, of proving that your group could overcome any challenge, even the infamous Hellfire Club. Determination began to replace frustration, and although you still felt the bitterness of defeat, there was now a new goal on the horizon: to defeat Eddie and prove that your group was the best in the fantasy game.

But... were you really prepared for tonight?

...

Eddie, with a sly smile and a spark of malice in his eyes, steps forward to greet you in the lair of the Hellfire Club, the basement of the institute, the setting of countless campaigns and now the battlefield of your latest challenge. As the girls from your club gather in the space, filled with detailed maps and meticulously painted character figures, Eddie focuses on you, his most formidable rival.

"Welcome, oh great 'Mialee!'" he exclaims with an exaggeratedly theatrical and ironic tone, making a reference to the elven mage character to underline his mockery. "I hope your spells are as sharp as your tongue this time, and that your strategies are less predictable than your expressions of defeat."

You can feel the gaze of the others on you, some with complicit smiles and others with cautious curiosity. Eddie continues, not missing the opportunity to poke at your pride: "I hope you brought your Dragon Crystal Die, because something tells me you're going to need all the luck you can get."

The lair resonates with the stifled laughter of the club members, and although you know that Eddie's words are part of the rivalry game, you also feel that each joke is a challenge to your skill and determination. With a firm gaze and unwavering resolve, you prepare to show that this battle will be different, that this time, Eddie will be the one left speechless at the end of the night.

"You are living proof that not everything that glitters in a treasure is gold, and in your case, it's not even copper," you say, challenging him as you look him in the eyes. With a confidence that resonates in every word, you confront Eddie, your eyes shining with the reflection of the candles that illuminate the basement. "I hope you haven't forgotten your part of the bet, Eddie," you say with a firm and clear voice that cuts through the tension in the room. "That Orb of Entwined Destinies you so proudly show off will be mine before the moon reaches its zenith."

The Orb of Entwined Destinies was a perfect sphere of dark crystal, with a core that seemed to contain a miniature nebula, ever-changing and slowly rotating. It was more than just an object for Eddie; it was a symbol of his ability to manipulate probabilities and destiny within the game.

The mention of the orb makes Eddie's smile falter for a moment, a crack in his facade of confidence. You know you have hit a sensitive point, reminding him that you are not the only one with something valuable at stake. "Get ready, Eddie," you continue, "because when I'm done with you and the Hellfire Club, that orb will be the trophy of The Sith Order, and your luck will change forever," you spit, leaving the boys dumbfounded, unlike his group of friends, as they were used to this kind of speech.

Lucas, with a carefree smile and a tone bordering on disbelief, tries to lighten the atmosphere that has built up in the room. "Come on, guys, don't you realize? It's just a dumb bet, right? There's no need to turn this into an epic battle or something..." he comments, his voice a thread of sanity in the tapestry of rivalry unfolding before him.

However, his attempt to lighten the mood is quickly quashed by a severe look from both leaders, who in a rare moment of unity gesture to him with a stern gesture and an almost synchronized "Shh!" The seriousness of their bet is not something they are willing to downplay, even with Lucas' playful interjection.

The battle between The Sith Order and the Hellfire Club unfolds in a fantasy world woven with the magic of dragons and dungeons, but the tension is as real as the beating hearts of the players. The room, illuminated by the flickering light of the candles, has transformed into an epic battlefield where each roll of the dice resonates like the clash of swords.

The Sith Order bravely faces the challenges posed by Eddie and his Hellfire Club. The dice roll on the table like distant thunder, dictating the fate of heroes and villains alike. You, The Sith Order, with characters ranging from cunning rogues to powerful sorceresses, maneuver through traps and puzzles that Eddie has crafted with malicious skill. The battle intensifies, with each strategic move and each spell cast adding layers to the unfolding narrative. Your characters fight hordes of infernal creatures, cross dark abysses, and decipher ancient codices to unravel the secrets that will lead them to victory.

As the night progresses, a tie seems imminent. The Hellfire Club has countered every attack, every plan, with a precision bordering on the supernatural. But you, with your leading character, are not willing to give up. With a mix of cunning and a bit of luck, you roll the dice for one last masterful play. Silence fills the room as the dice roll, dancing on the edge of the abyss between victory and defeat. Finally, they settle, and the numbers they show are the harbinger of a tide change. Your play has been successful, overcoming the defenses of the Hellfire Club and securing an unexpected triumph.

Eddie, with a look of genuine astonishment, acknowledges the victory of The Sith Order, albeit reluctantly. You, with a smile of satisfaction, accept the Orb of Entwined Destinies, now rightfully yours.

Amidst the euphoria of victory, one of the girls from your group, with a contagious smile and an overflowing energy, suggests an idea that captures everyone's attention. "How about we celebrate with some pizzas? It would be great to relax and enjoy the moment," she says enthusiastically.

The idea is met with a mix of nods and smiles. It is a comfortable and familiar proposition, a perfect way to lower the intensity of the night and simply enjoy each other's company. Everyone, except you and Eddie, seems to agree. The tension of the battle still clings to you, and the idea of sharing a table with Eddie and his club, even in a neutral and friendly environment, is something that you find hard to accept, just like Eddie.

However, aware that rejecting the offer could be seen as poor sportsmanship, both of you reluctantly agree with a gesture of resignation. "Fine, but only because I'm hungry," you murmur, trying to hide your reluctance behind a practical excuse. Eddie nods silently, his serious expression revealing his reluctant agreement.

And so, with victory still fresh and emotions running high, the group sets off to share a meal that promises to be as full of flavor as it is of interesting dynamics.

The night has slipped into a soft twilight when everyone, now relieved of the tension of the game, finds themselves in Eddie's van. The space is filled with laughter and the sound of bottles clinking together. "Cheers!" the group shouts for the sixth time, raising their beers in the air in a toast that has become a ritual.

Eddie's van, with its worn seats, stickers, dirt, and windows displaying the world passing by at high speed, has become a temporary sanctuary of camaraderie. With each new "Cheers!", the barriers between The Sith Order and the Hellfire Club seem to dissolve a little more, erased by the alcohol and the shared joy. Or so it seems...

Eddie's van snakes along the road, a lonely path flanked by the silhouette of trees gently swaying under the starry sky. In the front seats, silence between Eddie and you is a marked contrast to the bustle that reigns in the back, where the rest of the group sings enthusiastically game anthems, interspersed with laughter and the sound of opening beers.

You, with crossed legs and a beer can resting in your hands, get lost in contemplation of the nature that unfolds before your eyes. The moonlight bathes the landscape, transforming each tree and bush into dancing shadows that play hide and seek with each turn of the road.

Eddie, with his attention focused on the road, drives with a slowness that seems to respect the shared silence. His profile stands out against the occasional glow of distant street lamps, and although you are together in the cabin, an abyss of unspoken words stretches between you.

"Hey..." Eddie's voice breaks the silence, a word hanging in the air that seems to wait for permission to continue. He does not look away from the road, as if fearing that a moment of distraction could reveal more than he intends.

You turn your head towards him, an eyebrow arched in a mixture of surprise and curiosity. It is strange, this attempt at conversation. Outside the game, words between you have been as scarce as leaves in winter. You have never crossed more than strategies and challenges, and now, this attempt at dialogue seems as out of place as a barbarian in a library.

The tension between you is palpable, a taut thread that is woven with each kilometer the van devours. What words will follow that "hey"? Will it be an attempt at a truce, or perhaps the prelude to another challenge? Time seems to stand still as you wait for Eddie to continue, and in that moment, the van is not just a moving vehicle, but a space where two rivals might, just maybe, begin to see each other as something more.

"No... no, nothing. Forget it..." he murmurs softly, not taking his eyes off the road, but now looking more tense, sighing.

You decide not to insist, but this time not averting your gaze from those long locks, but discreetly examining them for some kind of response.

Eddie's van glides to a smooth stop in front of a caravan. As he turns off the engine, Eddie's expression transforms. The seriousness that marked his face during the journey gives way to a genuine smile, an open invitation to continue the night in a space that is as much a part of him as the game they both love. "Come on, guys! The party continues at my place!" he exclaims with enthusiasm, his voice resonating with the promise of more laughter and memories to be created. "We can drink as much as we want, and if anyone's interested, there's weed too. My uncle works nights, so we have the place to ourselves."

Friends and friends respond with a chorus of approval, their stumbling steps and complicit smiles sealing the tacit agreement to extend the celebration. One by one, they enter the caravan, a cozy space illuminated by dim lights and adorned with mementos from trips and caps. A bit messy, but cozy.

You, with a mix of caution and curiosity, are the last to cross the threshold. Your eyes meet Eddie's, and for a moment, the outside world fades away. Eddie closes the door behind you, a simple gesture but loaded with meaning. You stand there, still, remembering the unfinished conversation, the words that Eddie left hanging in the air.

Feeling the weight of the night and the looks charged with unanswered questions, you decide to join the group that has settled in the caravan. You grab a few more beers, your hand brushing against the cold surface of the can, and sit at one end of the narrow sofa from where you can observe the scene. Eddie, on the other hand, seems different tonight. The usual arrogance that characterizes him has given way to an unusual stillness, almost reflective. Was defeat the cause of this change? Or was there something deeper behind his silence?

With each passing minute, glances between you meet like swords in a silent duel, full of questions that neither of you dares to voice aloud. After an hour of this game of looks, you feel the need to escape, if only for a moment, from the intensity of the atmosphere.

"Where is the bathroom?" you ask, your voice strangely formal in the relaxed atmosphere. Eddie points to a small hallway at the back, and you get up, navigating the space filled with laughter and conversations until you reach the bathroom.

Inside, you find yourself facing the mirror, your reflection returning an image of someone who seems to be on the border between two worlds. You wet the back of your neck, not wanting to ruin your makeup, and step out, feeling refreshed but still restless.

As you pass through the narrow exit of the bathroom, you collide with the partially open door of Eddie's room, and curiosity gets the better of you. You discreetly peek inside, your eyes scanning the space that is so intimately his. The room is adorned with posters of rock bands, metal, clothes everywhere, magazines scattered on the floor, and action figures of fantasy heroes, a mix of passions that reveal facets of Eddie that you had never considered. On the bed lies an open diary with scribbles and handwritten notes.

Eddie, with his carefree smile, leans against the doorframe, watching you with curiosity as you try to process the mess. "What are you doing here?" he repeats, his voice gentle but clearly amused by your confused expression. The scent of marijuana is evident, and his eyes, although red, gleam with a mischievous spark. He seems not to mind in the least your presence in his personal sanctuary. You feel like an intruder in an unknown world, every object in the room telling a story that only Eddie knows. However, he, with that calm bordering on indifference, gestures for you to enter. "Come, I'll show you my collection," he says casually, and suddenly, the place transforms. What was chaos before now seems like an art gallery, each hanging T-shirt, each vinyl, and each magazine clipping is a piece of his identity. He guides you through his space, narrating anecdotes of concerts and trips, his voice a thread weaving a tapestry of lived experiences.

The initial embarrassment fades away, replaced by fascination at discovering the depth of Eddie's personality. And as he shares his world with you, the messy room becomes a map of his personal universe, a place that, despite the disorder, now makes sense.

As you survey the room with your gaze, something catches your attention and takes your breath away: a proudly displayed B.C. Rich guitar hanging on the wall.

It is a red and shiny beauty, with its aggressive shapes and air of mystery, a piece that any metal lover would desire. Your heart beats with excitement, not only because of the surprise of finding such a treasure in Eddie's room, but because metal is your passion, one of the many things you have in common with Eddie without even knowing it, a detail he is unaware of.

He notices your excitement and, with a mischievous smile, takes down the guitar and hands it to you. "It's all yours, at least for now," he says with a wink. You hold it in your hands with reverence, feeling the weight of the wood and the coldness of the metal.

With shyness but moved by the emotion, you ask Eddie to play something. He shrugs, regretting the lack of an amplifier, but he is not discouraged. With a mischievous smile, he starts "playing" the guitar silently, mimicking the sounds with his mouth. It's a parody, but there is something about his attitude that invites you to play along.

"Come on, guess which song this is," he challenges you, as he moves his fingers in the air and imaginary sounds of a song fill the room. You concentrate, trying to follow the rhythm and melody that Eddie creates. The silent notes seem to come to life, and suddenly, you recognize it. It's 'Time Is Right' by Whitesnake.

Laughter fills the room as you guess it, and Eddie nods approvingly. "I knew you were one of mine, babe," he says, and in that moment, the guitar is not just an instrument, but a bridge between two souls who share a hidden passion for metal and many other things.

A blush creeps up your cheeks, an unexpected warmth that takes you by surprise. The word "babe" resonates in your ears, a term so casual and yet, loaded with an intimacy you did not expect. It feels as if you are inside the pages of one of those erotic books your mother used to read in secret, where the protagonists, initially at odds, end up wrapped in a story of love and rough sex.

Eddie's gaze has become more intense, his eyes no longer just reflecting the reddish glow of a pot smoker, but also a different glow, deeper, provoked by your presence. There is something about the way he looks at you that makes you feel like you are the only person in the world at that moment, but at the same time, as if he is undressing you.

You find yourself returning his gaze, unable to look away from his eyes. There is a connection, an unspoken understanding that seems to transcend words. And while a part of you wants to laugh at the situation, at how absurd it is to feel like a character in a pornographic novel, you cannot deny the electricity in the air, that spicy tension that hangs between the two of you.

Eddie takes a step towards you, his proximity overwhelming, and although he does not say anything more, he doesn't need to. Words are unnecessary when the looks speak for themselves. And in that instant, in that messy room that smells of marijuana and freedom, you understand that sometimes, real life can be as surprising and exciting as the stories hidden within the pages of a book.

After that moment, the room seems smaller, as if the walls had closed in to witness the silence shared between you. You decide to break the tension with a nervous smile and a change of subject. "Hey... what did you want to ask me before, you know, in the van?" you ask, stuttering slightly as you feel Eddie's scent filling your nostrils.

Eddie leaned against the threshold of the door, just inches away, watching your lips adorned with an intense crimson and your lined eyes attentively. "Ah, that..." he wondered, feigning forgetfulness. "I think I wanted to say something about Dungeons and Dragons, right?" he inquired with irony, biting his lip as he laughed and crossed his arms.

None of this compared to the fantasies you had with Eddie. Let's admit it, you had imagined countless similar scenarios, all related to the game and its protagonist, Eddie. You had wished for him to touch you in the same way he caresses his guitar. You wanted to be that fucking guitar.

"I don't think I want to talk about that right now..." you whispered, slowly moving closer to Eddie, who raised an eyebrow and smiled widely, catching your hint.

"Well then, if you don't want to listen to me, why don't you shut me up?" he whispered near your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He grabbed your belt, holding your short denim skirt, forcing you to be pressed against him. "I said, why don't you shut me up..."

Eddie played dirty even outside of his character. He wanted you to take the initiative, perhaps to mock you or further feed his ego, but you wouldn't allow that to happen. With confidence, you ran your tongue over your lips and approached his neck, whispering, "I don't plan on silencing you. I enjoy listening to you and narrating each campaign..." This excited him, caressing your shoulder and getting closer, causing your breasts to press against him, eliciting a reaction in his groin. "Then, shut me up. I know you've wanted to since you met me," you whispered, trying to provoke him, with some success.

He responded by pushing you against the wall, trapping you between it and his body, placing his thigh between yours and gripping your waist tightly, feeling the coldness of his rings against your bare skin. "What I've wanted since I met you is to fuck you on the Harken map, so that your screams scare away the undead lurking there..." he muttered with a deep voice, softly kissing your collarbone, causing a sigh to escape your lips. With captivating slowness, Eddie guides his lips to yours, each movement deliberate and filled with anticipation. When they finally meet, the kiss is like an explosion of fire, burning and passionate. His lips sink into yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless, and his tongue boldly slides in to explore every corner of your mouth from the very first moment.

As your lips entwine in a sensual dance, his hands find your breasts with a firmness that surprises and excites you at the same time. The pressure of his hands cupping your breasts sends a wave of pleasure through your body, making you involuntarily shudder at the intense and unfamiliar sensation. You never expected this reaction, but you find yourself completely captivated by the desire that Eddie awakens in you, leaving you craving more of his passionate touch.

Eddie suddenly stops, his fingers noticing the absence of the bra he expected to find. A mischievous spark shines in his eyes as he looks at you with a mixture of surprise and desire. With a naughty smile on his lips, he whispers in your ear in a seductive tone, "Wow, looks like the girl comes with nothing...," murmuring with a hoarse voice, his warm breath sending shivers down your naked skin. His comment, though bold, is imbued with an irresistible sensuality that makes you blush and feel even more drawn to him. It feels like you're in a scene taken straight from one of those forbidden novels your mother used to find in the library, but this time, you're the protagonist, enveloped in the heat of shared desire with Eddie.

With expert dexterity, Eddie deepens the kiss, intensifying each brush of his lips against yours. As his tongue explores yours with unrestrained passion, his thigh slides and exerts pressure between yours, finding its way under your denim skirt, lifting it almost completely, hitting just that sensitive spot that makes your whole body react instantly.

"Mhmmm..." an involuntary moan escapes your lips as you feel the perfectly placed pressure of his thigh against you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You feel the need to ride that leg. You were very wet at that moment, so the touch was making you even wetter.

He moves it with precision between yours, creating a delicious friction that awakens sensations that make you gasp against his lips. Each movement is calculated, designed to provoke maximum pleasure, as his thigh finds that sensitive spot on your body, sending waves of excitement through you.

"You've got me so hard..." with a throaty whisper, he makes you aware of the effect you have on him, sending a thrill of excitement down your spine. His warm breath against your lips only increases the intensity of the moment. You feel your heart pounding hard as you let yourself be carried away by the passion swirling around you. Then, with seductive skill, he leans slightly down, his strong hands gripping the bottom of your thighs to open you up and wrap around his waist. The change in position allows his bulge to press directly against your underwear, which is exposed by the previous lifting of your skirt. A wave of desire surges through your being as you feel his prominence brushing directly against your sensitive and swollen clit, sending sparks of pleasure that seem to electrify every fiber of your being.

The movements of his hips are precise and deliberate, each delicious brush torturous while engulfing you deeper into the abyss of pleasure. The sounds of your ragged breathing blend with the seductive whispers and soft moans escaping between hot kisses. You are completely at the mercy of the passion Eddie unleashes in you, lost in the whirlwind of overwhelming sensations that threaten to consume you completely.

The barely contained moan escapes your lips between kisses as you feel Eddie's gentle hip movement, a movement that sends you soaring to the heights of pleasure. Still with your thighs tightly wrapped around his hips, you give in to a wild and passionate kiss, with an intensity that defies any limit.

The kiss becomes a whirlwind of unabated passion, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly as you let yourself be carried away by the overwhelming sensations. Amidst the heat of the moment, you feel Eddie release one of your legs, changing the dynamics of the position and making you feel his bulge even more. Now, in this new position, the contact with his clothed cock is even more evident, causing you to instinctively arch your hips towards him, seeking more contact, more friction. You feel his hands grip your buttocks firmly, aggressively pressing you against his jeans, as if he is eager to feel you even closer.

The brushes and hip movements become increasingly intense, a symphony of pleasure that seems to have no end. You are completely immersed in the moment.

"Mmhm... fuck..." Between moans escaping your lips, accompanied by the sensual movements of your hips, Eddie suddenly stops, only to turn off the bedroom light and then guides you, still with your body on top of his, to his disheveled bed. He places you on your back on the tousled sheets, and positions himself above you, burning desire reflected in his gaze as he begins to explore your neck with hot kisses and licks. Each touch of his tongue against your skin awakens an electric sensation that makes you tremble with pleasure. His expert hands play with your nipples from inside your top, squeezing and teasing them while his thighs continue to exert delicious pressure on your intimate area, making you gasp with each movement, holding onto his back.

Slowly, your rival moves down your body with controlled impatience, licking and kissing your abdomen eagerly before quickly lifting your top and leaving you exposed before him. His lips find your breasts, and he kisses and licks them with devotion, as if they are the most delicious thing he has ever tasted. His long hair sometimes gets tangled in his face, but when you start gently tugging on it for pleasure, he moves away, leaving behind an incredibly enticing scene that makes you arch your hips forward instinctively.

While Eddie continues to lavish attention on your breasts, his hands begin to explore above your underwear with his ring finger, stroking gently from top to bottom. "Do you like it like this?" he asks between kisses and licks, asking you with a husky voice if you're enjoying yourself, establishing an intimate and desire-filled dialogue that only increases the sexual tension between you. "Or is it better like this?" he increases the speed of his touch.

Your silence prompts Eddie to grab your chin firmly, his fingers exerting a dominant and sexual pressure as he forces you to look into his eyes. When you finally respond to his question with an intense gaze, he slowly releases you, going back down to give attention to your body. His lips find your panties, and he kisses and licks them eagerly, soaking them with his saliva mixed with your own excited wetness.

With precise and deliberate movements, Eddie slowly pulls down your panties, placing soft kisses on your inner thigh as he slides them down your legs. Once he has removed your panties, his eyes meet your exposed, naked, and wet pussy, and he can't help but feel his cock throbbing with an unprecedented intensity, eager to satisfy the burning desire between them. You feel incredibly exposed under his heated gaze, but Eddie sees you as a work of art, a sight that excites him to the limit. Without wasting time, Eddie gives you a generic lick to your wet pussy, spreading your lips with his fingers to access your exposed clit directly. An overwhelming moan escapes your lips at the wave of pleasure that courses through your body, but Eddie quickly covers your mouth, whispering that you can't moan to avoid being heard in the common area where the others are.

With a mischievous smile on his face, Eddie realizes that the loud music has concealed any sound that would have revealed their activities in the bedroom. With your mouth still covered, he delves into the task with renewed eagerness, licking and sucking your clit with an intensity that makes your body arch in response. Each suck and each lick sends waves of pleasure through you, taking you to the edge of ecstasy over and over again. Your hips move instinctively in response to the overwhelming pleasure, but Eddie firmly controls them, maintaining a rhythm that takes you closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure. With an expert hand, he begins caressing your abdomen, slowly descending until reaching your clit, parting his mouth for a moment to touch it with his fingers before inserting two of them without any prior preparation.

The sudden stimulus causes your eyes to roll back, and your thighs tighten with force from the pleasure that overwhelms you, arching your back and moving your hips towards the direction of the long-haired person. In a short time, Eddie goes back to action, losing himself between your thighs as he continues moving his fingers with unwavering determination.

He continues like this for a few minutes, not stopping for a moment, until you feel that you're about to reach climax. You grab his hair with incredible strength, almost burying your fingers in its roots, urging him to continue, feeling like you're about to burst in his mouth. But just as you're on the edge of orgasm, he pulls away from you, leaving a thread of saliva mixed with your wetness as a separation between his mouth and your pussy, leaving you in a state of uncontrollable anticipation and desire.

Eddie, eager to satisfy his burning desire, hastily fumbles with his zipper and unleashes his erect cock, ready for action. Eddie's cock, although of average size, has a peculiarity that sets it apart: a curved shape that gives it a unique and distinctive appearance. Its thickness is notable, and the veins that run along its length add texture to its look. The skin that covers it has a pink tone, with a reddish hue indicating the excitement that engulfs it. A slightly glistening liquid adorns its tip. It is an image that reflects virility and desire, a promise of intense pleasure about to be unleashed.

"How does this look, huh?" he moves it, noticeably sensitive, gently rubbing it against your clit, giving you a mischievous look as if he's playing a game with you. Without warning, after lightly masturbating it, he quickly and decisively inserts it into you, completely surprising you and leaving you breathless. "Mhmmm..." he sighs deeply, as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, arching his head backward. From the very first second, he begins to thrust into you with a dizzying rhythm, penetrating you deeply over and over again. You are overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure that engulfs you, unable to articulate a single word as you completely surrender to the wild thrusts of the guy. Each thrust hits your insides with overpowering force, sending waves of ecstasy through your body.

Despite the initial discomfort from the lack of preparation, you find yourself immersed in a whirlwind of sensations that make you lose track of time and space.

You writhe under him, unable to hold back the moans that escape your lips as you completely surrender to the frenzied pleasure that consumes you. Although it hurts, you can't help but enjoy every thrust, every touch of his skin against yours ignites a burning fire inside you.

He grabs you by the neck with a firm but dominant hand, stopping any sound that could escape your lips. His warm breath brushes against your ear as he whispers with a husky and authoritative voice, "Shut up." The words, loaded with desire and determination, send a shiver down your spine, leaving you breathless and obedient to his command. You are completely surrendered to him, unable to do anything but obey his orders as you let yourself be carried away by the frenzied passion that burns between you. The orgasm that you had almost experienced less than a minute ago begins to resonate through your body again, but the intensity of Eddie's thrusts makes you feel like you're on the verge of a great climax. You are completely overwhelmed by the avalanche of sensations that envelop you, unable to resist the tide of pleasure that drags you into an endless abyss of ecstasy. Your increasingly intense and uncontrolled moans blend with the background music, creating a symphony of pleasure and ecstasy that fills the room. Eddie, releasing his hand from your neck, begins to hit your thigh and butt with a mixture of desire and unbridled passion. As he continues to thrust into you with force, his lascivious words fill the air, whispering in your ear with a deep and seductive voice.

He tells you how much he has wanted to fuck that pussy of yours, expressing his most intimate desires with an exciting crudeness that makes you shiver with pleasure. He calls you a slut with a tone of desire and adoration, celebrating your sexuality and the way you grip his cock with every thrust. Those words, charged with lust and desire, only increase the intensity of the moment, pushing you closer to climax with each word that comes out of his mouth.

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, every thrust of Eddie sending waves of pleasure through your body. He perceives it too, thanks to the way your pussy grips his cock, and he lets out a guttural grunt of satisfaction. You're on the edge of the abyss, about to let the ecstasy completely envelop you, while Eddie's lascivious moans and words push you towards the most glorious climax you've ever experienced

You feel the ecstasy completely enveloping you, a overwhelming wave of pleasure that shakes you to your core. Your walls contract tightly around Eddie's cock, squeezing with an intensity that makes him moan with pleasure. "Damn, you're so tight..."

Your body trembles uncontrollably, your eyes rolling back in your head as a guttural groan escapes from your lips, louder and more heartbreaking than ever before.

However, before you can fully recover from your orgasm, Eddie aggressively grabs you by the throat again, his expression a wild mix of concentration, excitement, and a hint of anger. With notable abruptness, he continues fucking with a renewed ferocity, as if taking revenge for something, but this time he has absolute control. The sensation of being taken with such force awakens a wild fire inside you, a overflowing passion that mixes with pain and pleasure in a symphony of indescribable sensations. You are completely immersed in the erotic game between you and Eddie, each thrust taking you further into the abyss of shared desire.

Thegame is now tied, each one taking the lead at different moments. You feel Eddie moaning with an unusual intensity, sensing that he's about to reach climax. You want to warn him not to come inside, but your throat is blocked by Eddie's firm hand, keeping you from articulating any words. A slight shiver runs through his body when he perceives your attempt to communicate your desire, but it's too late.

With a few final shaky thrusts, Eddie gives in to the avalanche of pleasure, releasing his hot and trembling liquid inside you. You accept his release without reserve, watching Eddie's expression as he does so. His face shows an unusual vulnerability, with arched eyebrows and a lost look somewhere in the room. His slightly parted lips release his moans of pleasure, and his hands grip your hips tightly, as if clinging to you for support.

After Eddie releases his liquid inside you, he slowly retreats and lies down by your side. Both of you remain staring at the ceiling, and suddenly, a nervous and uncontrollable laughter overwhelms you. Eddie looks at you strangely and asks what's happening. Between laughs, you respond that you just imagined that all of this was one of his campaigns, a kind of joke or experiment designed to test your limits and reactions. The surprise on Eddie's face turns into a knowing smile when he realizes that you have disarmed the tension of the moment with your humorous comment. Both of you give in to laughter, releasing the accumulated tension and sharing a moment of complicity after the unrestrained passion you just experienced together. It's an unexpected and light ending to an intimate and passionate encounter.

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