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Stolas is a moral scapegoat â "a character that is bad, but the book/movie/show portrays them as good". It's characterized by the story twisting itself to make one character look good.
Helluva Boss takes place in Hell. A horrible place filled with horrible people, the root of all evil. Stolas fits right in there. He was already problematic, awful, fed into Hell's broken system. Why try to cover up his faults? It's Hell, and it was great. But now, we're supposed to pretend he's just flawed.
Why Stolas is a Terrible Person/Character
Oh this will be long. In this post I will cover why Stolas is a character that fundamentally fails at everything it tries to accomplish. I probably have to say that you can love Stolas. That's just why I hate him.
Trigger warnings for: Racism, casteism, power dynamics, sexual assault, sa apologism, abuse, and neglectful parenting. A lot, I know, but that's Stolas.
His Actions in S1
Despite the title, there will be two examples from season 2.
Racism/Casteist
Stolas is from the upper caste, a royal. He seem to often fetishize imps, or the fact that he's sleeping with someone who's less than him. I even saw fans pointing this out. He have empathized Blitzø being an imp in a sexual context.
(Notice the use of words: "little", "plaything", to me this is blatant racism and fetishism).
He also showed a certain lack of empathy for his imp butler.
Stolas isn't particularly violent, he doesn't choke people left and right. He's just angry, at Stella, so he decides to.. choke the imp.
Stolas has been dehumanizimg imps. Fetishizing an imp for being an imp, calling him an "impish little plaything", and he has been willing to choke an imp just because he was angry at something unrelated. He's racist and casteist.
Treatment of Blitzø
"Treatment" is putting it lightly. In the first episode, Stolas does something inexcusable that will taint their dynamic for all of season 1. First, he sees Blitzø in a vulnerable position, where he cannot think or negotiate. Thus, stripping him of what little choice he has on what he's about to offer.
What Stolas is saying is, "Fuck me or I'll shut down your business". This deal he makes is just a threat with extra steps. Which, is a real life abuse tactic called Quid Pro Quo:
"Quid pro quo harassment occurs when someone in a position of authority over another directly or indirectly demands sexual favors in exchange for some benefit, or to avoid some detriment in the workplace".
One element I haven't brought up yet, is the political power imbalance. Stolas is royalty, one with a lot of power, influence, credibility, etc. Blitzø has non of that. Other characters have commented on that the fact that Blitzø even has a business is a miracle.
There are so many layers of imbalance and how Blitzø has no choice or agency. A royal is """offering""" the powerless a Quid Pro Quo while he's in a life threatening situation.
And their dynamic looks exactly like you'd imagen. Stolas is consistently sexualizing him against his consent. (As it's been established, Stolas's racism feeds into this). And refuses to do the surface level courtesy, not even calling him his real name (x).
Stolas treats Blitzø as a lesser being, violates his boundries, forces himself on him, and strips him of all autonomy.
Faliure as a Father
Stolas's role as a father is directly tackled in Loo Loo Land and Seeing Stars. At the beginning, both episodes show Stolas being a good father to Octavia, but does this still hold true in the currect day? Well, no.
In Loo Loo Land, Stolas wants to take Octavia to a theme park. Octavia is 17, and Stolas ignores her when she says she doesn't want to go. (In retrospect, Stolas coud be oblivious because he's projecting onto Via his experience meeting Blitzø).
But that's just the start. Stolas then invites Blitzø to the trip and harasses with him all throughout. Essentially, Stolas is forcing his daughter to watch as he harasses "the homewrecker", all the while he's supposed to be with her, on a trip she didn't even want to go to.
After a whole day of this, as expected, Octavia runs away. Stolas chases her. (And of course, he's still thinking of Blitzø on his way to find Via). There's an apology scene that looks deep, but when you dissect it, it's rather empty.
Stolas never actually provided an explanation as to why he just did what he did, nor of the "drama" with Stella. There is nothing here. Octavia only makes up with him because he said he isn't gonna leave her. Which is bare minimum.
After he realizes that his affair hurts his daughter to the point where she feared he's gonna leave her, what does he do? What practical actions does he take to improve? Divorce Stella? Cut off his deal with Blitzø? Explained the situation?
Nothing. And now we see he's willing to stand up on a stage and let people know.
In Seeing Stars, Stolas bashes Via's mother to her. Which, does she know about their situation? Does she not? She isn't shown to hate or.. anything Stella. Is he hiding the situation (which I'll cover), while also trashing her mother? That's impulsive and negligent.
But that's nothing. She later runs away, Stolas is stressed as he should be, but the second they arravie on earth he's all calm and everything's normal.
When his daughter is missing. When he is shown to be stressed, it's for the sake of plot. But he's willing to just chill, watching Blitzø's show.
Stolas is, dare I say it, neglectful. He might care about his daughter, but he's proven that she's not enough of a priority to focus on her when it matters.
Cheating
Yes, I know what ended up being revealed, I'll cover that. In season 1, the relationship is presented to not be perfect before Stolas cheated.
But there were instances that showed that what Stolas did changed their relationship for the worse. (Some additional rebuttals).
It could have been a loveless marrige, they could hae fallen out of love, they could have been arranged. But their relationship was manageable. Love or no love, it's a committed relationship. and Stella didn't deserve to get cheated on.
Who was Stolas?
Stolas's behavior is common among royals. Stella has no problem throwing said butler at Stolas (S1 E2), and the Goetias are shown to be casteist. They're untouchable privileged assholes. Stolas was born that wealth, never having to suffer the consequences of his actions. Always putting himself first, hurting others. He doesn't mean to, he wants for everyone to be happy, he does care. However, when it actually matters, he acts on his worst tendecises with no self control. He never had to learn self control. That is, until Ozzie's.
Before Ozzie, Blitzø and Stolas are at obligation. Stolas's actions had tainted them. There was one redeemable moment: He saved Blitzø's life. Stolas did something for him. But this one act of goodness doesn't magically fix anything.
Stolas's family life have been escalating. Stella hated Stolas for cheating and his daughter just had to take it. In Loo Loo Land, he learns the full weight of the damage he caused. And in the next episode we see him, he proceeds to take no steps to improve the situation. In the end of that same episode, we learn that Stella hired an assasin after him. Because he did nothing.
The season 1 finale, Ozzie's, is aware of all of this and absolutly delivers.
The episode starts with seeing Stolas alone, in his big house, miserable. It appears that Stella finally left the house. (Also he later says "Octavia is with her mother this weekend"). He's eating a bowl of cereal, pitying himself, wallowing in his despair. You feel bad for him, he looks so torn down.
And then Blitzø calls. The one he loves, asks him on a serious date. It's hope, it's honest, and it's exactly what he wanted. It's almost as if the universe handed him is fairytale scenario.
Almost. Reality smacks him right in the face on that date. Asmodeus calls him out on losing everything he had. He had a family, a happy daughter, but gave it all up for an affair.
Blitzø calls him out on treating him like a pet, not earning any of that emotional connection he wants or even communicating it, just violating him, they have nothing.
The show held him accountable and called him out. While it's not perfect, Stolas is a morally grey character. Now, a character arc was set up where he learns to treat people better. Stolas is exactly the character I want to see from a show like Helluva Boss. He's a horrible person, but nuanced, who does care.
Season 2
Yeah... all of that is thrown out the window. Because apparently, Stolas is just imperfect. He simply made a lot of mistakes. He misread a lot of situations, really it's all just an accident. He's an oblivious victim. So, let's get into the woobification of Stolas.
Surrounded by Evil
In The Circus we're given Stolas's â¨ď¸backstoryâ¨ď¸. And we find out he had such a terrible life.
Stella is, and always was, an abusive evil bitch. From the day she was born. Pure evil.
So you see, Stolas did nothing wrong. Let me be clear, you are not obligated to stay loyal to your abuser. We can erase "cheater" off the list. But that's the only reason why it's done. So we can erase that off the list, and that we could feel oh-so-sad for him. Because Stella isn't written to be an abuser. She's a cartoonishly evil. We see a picture of her as a kid where she's the same person. Spongebob villians have more depth than her, you know, the abuser in the adult show. Helluva Boss reversed an established dynamic where Stella is the victim and Stolas is at fault, except without any of the depth or nuance.
But that's not all. Stolas's dad (Paimon) is also neglectful. By "neglectful" I mean, of course, a Saturday-morning cartoon villain.
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He doesn't remember his name. This is such bullshit. I can buy Stolas having a horrible father. It's also not bad to show Stolas's trauma. What is bad is that the subject matter is handled with less seriousness as the fish fight in Spring Broken. And Helluva Boss did write Crimson as a serious abuser, the episode did have comedy, but not Paimon.
The reason why all of this is happening, is so we could feel bad for Stolas. They do zero of the work to earn a good story about abuse, but still go "Do you see how sad he is? Look at how they're treating this poor baby!!"
"Recontextualization"
In said â¨ď¸backstoryâ¨ď¸, we also learn that Stolas and Blitzø are childhood friends. But also not really, they just hung out for one day. Where did this come from? How does that enrich the characters? I would tell you, but I don't know. However, what I'm sure of, is that it's done to make Stolas look less problematic.
DO YOU SEE HOW CUT THIS IS? He isn't just horny for that imp, he is special, it's absoultly pure! Don't worry, totally safe.
Later in the flashback, we see how Blitzø and Stolas reconnected after over 20 years. Apparently... Blitzø was the one who sexually manipulated Stolas, selling him that he wants him.
All Stolas did was just buying into Blitzø's narrative he was imposed on. It's a role he leaned into, because he thought Blitzø liked it. I.. WHAT??? If this horseshit is true, why did he make this weird r*pe deal with Blitzø? If Blitzø was the one who acted like he's interested at first, and he was sexually exploiting him, why did he lash out at Stolas in Ozzie's? Did it just hold no weight for Stolas? It went from "Don't pretend to have something when you've been harassing me this whole time" to "You misunderstood".
The Stolitz backstory makes no sense, it's cheap, and fixes nothing. No matter what the story is trying to sell, in season 1 Stolas knew what's happening enough to try to force it. And maybe Stolas wanted Blitzø because of a connection, he still harassed, dehumanized and violated him.
Note: Stolas realizing "he imagened the relationship" is completely ignored one episode later in Seeing Stars. This is a huge deal, didn't he learn? Just further evidence that he's willing to violate the guy. (x)
Before this backstory, we had a story of a selfish man hurting the person he loves while explointing the broken system and the power that he has over him for his own selfish desires that he's forcing on him. Now, we have the same thing, but with fanfic tropes â and the story refuses to confront that.
Casteism is Brushed Off
Helluva Boss pretends that Stolas isn't racist, because he didn't want Blitzø for being an imp, but for being his fanfic trope childhood friend. Which fails to adress the disgusting fetishism of Blitzø for being an imp, and he also continued to dehumanize his imp butler in Seeing Stars. He's still racist.
Imperfect Father
In The Circus, Stolas devivers this line: "The only reason I have endured your constant insults and cruelty, was for that girl to have a normal life".
Sounds impressive, he stayed all these years just for his daughter. But that's the thing â it sounds impressive. Every time their relationship is the focus, Stolas is being the scum of the earth. What I see here, is a person. A person who despite being willing to stay passive, acts on his his selfish wants, forgetting to look around him. Mind you, this fact is also being revealed one episode after Ozzie's.
But no, one episode later, in Seeing Stars â that was covered as a prime example of everything I just descriped â Loona says this:
Yeah. He's just a good father "trying" his "best" and makes some.. "mistakes". The Circus did present Stolas as this, but Seeing Stars really solidified how his parenting will be handled moving forward. And I think it's comlete and utter dogshit.
Damsel in Distress
The title is a bit misleading. This section is mainly about Stolas's power being toned down. Both magical and in presentation.
In season 1, he was energetic and enthusiastic, while being able to set his foot down and intimidate when needed. He's still all of those things, but in some instances his characterization made my raise an eyebrow.
In Seeing Stars, he's being weirdly gentle with people kidnapping Blitzø and are later beatting him.
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In Oops, he's excited to start negotiating with literal kidnappers. I have no idea why he's so nice.
(He did harass Blitzø again in Seeing Stars and bashed Striker, all of which isn't soft, but it's also the two moments where he should have shut up).
Further more, both of these conflict rely on Stolas not using his powers for some reason or another. Why didn't he just do whatever he did in Truth Seekers to track Fizz/Via?
About Via, I'm gonna have to call bullshit on the "My powers are limited on earth" nonsense because, for starters, kid Stolas is shown to remember the contents of his books and now he's been studying them for years. And two,
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There is no excuse for Stolas to not use his powers and whenever the show says otherwise it's bullshitting its way out of it.
Even in Western Energy, before Stolas gets captured he was just aimlessly going in and out of his demon form. Why didn't he turn him into stone like he did in Loo Loo Land?
Stolas has been presented as weaker than he is. He's made to look more vulnerable, less "above it all". He was untouchable, and when he wasn't, it had a harder impact and made sense. Now, I almost forgot he's a powerful demon.
And his characterization is at the core of this issue. At times he's just so kind and gentle with people who should get smacked in their heads.
What about Ozzie's
The big clash, the one that called Stolas out on everything, the one that set him on a genuine path to grow, what about it? How is it adressed while the show tries to pretend he's a good person?
No, not the message Stolas is looking at, the ones in the background he just scrolled through.
I'm not breaking this down. I refuse. The only reason I put it here is to show how fast it goes. I'm not touching that.
Who is Stolas
Stolas is a moral scapegoat â "a character that is bad, but the book/movie/show portrays them as good". It's characterized by the story twisting itself to make one character look good.
Stolas didn't start out as one, but became one over one season premire and it just kept escalating from there.
Helluva Boss takes place in Hell. A horrible place filled with horrible people, the root of all evil. Stolas fits right in there. He was already problematic, awful, fed into Helll's broken system. Why trying to cover up his faults? It's Hell, and it was great. But now, we're supposed to pretend he's just flawed.
With the show actively ignoring everything he did, what's left for him? What does he have to learn? How will he grow as a person? How will he improve? What's his character arc? It's nothing. Because everything that happens to him isn't his fault, and at times could just be solved with one conversation.
#helluva boss#THERE IT IS#this perfectly sums up my issue with the writing for Stolas' character#the writers backpedaled so hard on how horrible he is that the whiplash is COMICAL#what's extra funny is that if they had clearly thought out the proper worldbuilding implications at the BEGINNING of the show#they wouldn't have had nearly as big of an issue trying to get this selfish cheating jackass to be sympathetic#because this is HELL. why are people getting married in the first place???#why do wedding vows MATTER in Actual Literal Hell?#it seemed to be initially implied that true genuine love like the kind Millie and Moxxie share is an extreme outlier in Hell#which would make sense#if the Goetia family really needed an heir why not just make Stolas sleep with someone until she gets pregnant#and then let her go on her merry way afterwards?#you can still have Stolas be a dad that way and you don't have to worry about making him look bad by cheating on his wife#THEY'RE the ones who made him an adulterer#so they need to lie in this bed they made and not handwave everything away by going ''well she was an abusive bitch so it's ok he cheated''#nah nah miss me with that noise#Stella deserved way more as a character too#she could have been INTERESTING. She could have had NUANCE#but no she's an evil bitch with 0 redeeming or sympathetic qualities so our hawt m/m ship can be together guilt free!#what is this a bad yaoi fanfic?
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swear to god i'm just gonna stop watching the endings to shows i like. good shows need to get cancelled on cliffhangers forever
#sorry its just that this has happened like twice back to back for me here and im not really a tv show watcher so maybe other people are#better equipped to handle it and THIS ONE WAS STILL GOOD AND FUN except for the last scene. like the literal very last scene.#ridiculous in tone. like i genuinely don't know if they just ran out of time or what#they DEFINITELY ran out of money in the effects budget jesus christ. helloooo greenscreen. hello snapchat app facefilter#like the vfx are kind of hit or miss with this show but the practical effects always went HARD. and this very last scene#i cannot stress enough that this was the very last scene. they were SOOOO CLOSE <3#this last scene just looked so bad. AND IT WAS SO SILLLYYYYYYYY why sunglasses. why were the girls dressed straight out of MADELINEEEE#are there uniforms that actually look like that????#listen i thought it was going to be a BAIT AND SWTICH nightmare kind of thing.#because there was still so much time left in the video but it was just INTERVIEWS or whatever with the directors. DEVASTATING.#WHY DIDNT BEN COME WITH THEM. FUCK#sigh. pointedly not tagging the show name because i do love this show. is it perfect? nah im sure. but i DO love it#and i'm not interested in tearing it apart and reading other people do the same like i just did with The Other Show#like god i can't do that again. my heart can't take it.#david take those sunglasses off. please. for me.#I DIDN'T EVEN NEED CLOSURE ON THIS PLOT THREAD ITS FINE. THEY COULD HAVE ENDED ON THE SCENE BEFORE#i would have made do with that! or just a shot of some plane tickets on kristen's phone and some background noise#of the girls packing! something cute and sweet and implicationy like that we DID NOT NEED THE GREENSCREENNNNNNN#anyway even with what we do have I'm choosing to believe that ben was packing up his stuff and moving out there with them against his bette#judgement. like i know he said something about 'visiting' but he's rolling up his poster i can choose to believe what i want about that#i need to stop typing and thinking about it man i just realized he wasn't wearing his hat this whole episode. did his migraines go away#did i forget that from last episode. also while im complaining i WISH there was more lexis stuff this season she didn't get to be spooky#*capping my pen and throwing it across the room* but there was a lot of stuff i liked.#*gritting my teeth* im going to rewatch the season now.#or i'll just keep replaying the part where ben stumbles over the i love you. worth it just for that. because i am weak of spirit
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â CALL ME BY YOUR NAME ?! â
geto, toji, choso, gojo, sukuna. moaning the wrong name during sÄx.
cw. fem! reader, unprotected, crack, brat taming, substance usage (weed), true form sukuna, spit, size kink + size diffs, impact play, cĹckwarming, cÄrvix mentions, edging, overstim, dumbificafion. req.
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SATORU GOJO â
with your body steadily rocking back and forth, rolling and jerking at a more hastily paceâsatoru canât help but strum his thumbs against your curves. your figure, he couldnât help but feel against it, feel the specific curves, the outline of your gorgeous physique. all his. âfuck, thaaaatâs it baby, thatâs my girl,â he praises you in a cooing berceuse, stuffing your cunt with thickset inches of his cock. the constant elastic-like stretch makes you whimper, burying the outer cusps of your fingertips into his bare flesh. his broad wide shoulders lower and alleviate as youâre maintaining such weight on him.
already, you were so close to reaching your inescapable peak. the abiding repetitive creaks of the mattress was loud, creating its own personal mixtape as you whine mercy. with glossy eyes, you peer up at satoru whoâs panting himself, a slippery sheet of perspiring sweat coating the top part of his forehead. groaning, he spanks your ass continuously the moment he starts to feel you slow down. ânah, câmon. donât get weak on me now, angel. move those fâ fuckinâ hips, yeah.â
his words, they ran straight towards your cunt. as heâs delving his fat cock into your stretchy walls time and time again, satoru feels your little butterfly of a pulse. âmhhh,â you squeak out, shaky arms throwing over his slouched shoulders. âs-suguru, âm close, fuck.â and the look on his face says it all, what the fuck.
âwhat,â his eye twitches, and as heâs still tucked inside - buried balls deep into your pussy, thereâs a forming pout. satoru doesnât even look pissed, he just seems .. offended. you huff out a devestated breath at how he just stops and his voice cracks. âdid you just call me suguru?â
âi mean shokoââ and then you gasp. âeh, satoru.â
big hands of his hold onto your waist, locking you in a firm grip. satoruâs got the most twisted expression. snowy white brows contort into a repelled furrow as heâs still pumping you full without actually moving.
âno way did you just say shoko,â and he grunts, feeling himself throb at the thought of you and shoko. satoru stares at you and its more of a gawk really. he grips your chin, a soft thumb toying against your quavering bottom lip. so kissable, even while being a brat â he thinks. âdid you say that on purpose, baby?â
ân- no,â you lie through your teeth, desperate for him to start up his pace again. you craved it, already missing his fat thick inches breaking past your fragile, soddened walls. this was practically torture, just sitting and waiting for him to start again. whenever you were edged, it was hell. he hums at your impatient expression nonetheless. satoru could read you like a book though - he gives you an eyebrow raise and you gulp, feeling that same twitch arise between your thighs. at this point, he felt it too. âyou and s-suguruâs nameâs sound the same.â
with a deadpan, he grabs a nice amount of your ass before smacking it. whack, the sting gives you whiplash and you bite down on your lip. ânuh uh,â he murmurs with a concise head shake.
icy blue eyes peer into yours and you let off another gasp once he grabs ahold of your hips againâbouncing you back onto his dick. âdonât like when my babies lie to me. âs exactly why âm gonna have âta break this pussy for tonight,â and you heard the sudden gruff in his tone. youâre babbling as youâre being fucked dumb on his dick again - up and down, treated like nothing more than a priceless rag doll. you moan so sweet that itâs almost pornographicâthe entire scene was obscene, your noises only fueled him to ruin you further. ruin your cunt, anyway. shamefully, you hide your face into his neck, getting a redolent waft of his signature cologne.
teasingly,
satoru leans right into your ear, grabbing your neck gingerly whilst another unoccupied hand slithers down your body, spanking your cunt. itâs so wet, he feels a splash of your slick coat his palm and he chuckles. whispering to you, he grunts out a gruff.
âaw, goinâ somewhere?â he jeers, noticing as youâre trying to move again but secures your hips with two hands. satoruâs got the most shit-eating grin and you just wanted to wipe it straight off. âbut heh, while i show this nasty cunt some manners, you wonât cry for me, right?â
SUGURU GETO â
the seraphic warmth and pleasure of your body continues to rub off against his skin - so warm, itâs tepid and almost sweltering hot. the strong stench of pure passionate sex with a mixture of his own scent drives you insane.
youâre dragging your pussy back and forth against him, riding him in reverse with your mouth stupidly dangling open. âs- suguuu,â you whimper, pointed tips of your nails gripping onto his thighs. the only other thing that stuck against him besides you, was his grey sweatsâgrey sweats that were lazily pulled down. your rhythm makes him kiss his teeth, cocking his head back as he takes another puff of his blunt. you wanted to ride him while he took a smoke and he could never refuse to his sweet babygirl. âright there, fuck âs big, sugu.â
âperfect size jusâ for you too,â he purrs against your left earlobe, playfully flicking his tongue against your skin. as always, you tasted so sweet for him â he groans at your flavor, a bit of salt that lingers on near your neck falling right onto his tastebuds. once he licks your neck in such a raunchy way, you moan loudly. itâs almost muffled though, a gargling sound forming near the very back of your throat. just seconds ago, your ear twitches from his hot breath fanning into your sensitive canal. your cuntâs having a melodramatic spasm of its own, releasing sweet cries of squelches that never fail to echo throughout the thin apartment walls. âmhm,â and you lean back into his chest, feeling a tickling sensation of brief curled chest hair ghost against your back. âlean into me like that, focus on that arch, good girl.â
the natural rough deepness in his tone always has you pulsing for more - itâs lewd, carnal and downright filthy. as geto inhales, emptying his lungs for a second, he exhalesâblowing the clouded air directly away from you. dark hazed irises that were fully blown flicker down toward your ass. the way it moves,
itâs just nasty,
jerk after fucking jerk.
the recoil that slams back into him makes his jaw clench. your cuntâs already a bit overflowed with his cum from before. itâs slippery, dribbling all down the sides of your plush thighs before you whine out a pleading sob. âs- satoru, more. h- harder,â and you hear his lips smack immediately. suguru getoâalways a sassy man, youâd bet money he even rolled his eyes too. after your little 'accident' blabber, you suddenly grow mute, realizing the syllables you spat out wasnât even his.
âwho?â he utters, yanking both hips of yours into an abrupt pause. you whine, trying to grind back against him but he only spanks you. âprincess, i know you didnât just say what i think you said.â
it was a type of low purr to his tone and it turns you on regardless. you feel your pulse slowly pick up - both pulses.
specifically between your thighs and your heart.
his loud scent had you aching for more and it only made things ten times worse once you feel his hands grab against your neglected tits. âs- suguru,â you correct yourself, mewling out a pathetic whine. âyou know what i meant.â
âdo i?â he hums, gently squeezing two fingers against your sensitive nipples. you slump back, still having his cock shoved right into your gummy walls before you start to salivate. right up against your ear, all close and personal, he starts to suck near your tender collarbone. âmhm, yâknow exactly what youâre doing, sweets. but since ya wanna call me satoru, maybe you donât need this dick after all.â
âwhaââ and before you could even get a word out, he slides you off of his cock, repositioning his half on shirt. you pout, so close to finishingâso so close. the slimy trail of heat that pours between your legs only grow as you pant, meeting the gaze of the dark-haired male. âbut y- you didnât let me finish.â
with a mocking gesture of bending his head down to your level, he strokes your chin. âyeah, exactly baby,â and his stare at you arouses you way more than you thought. dark, sable tinted pupils return your expression before a smug grin spreads across his pink slicked lips. âbut âm sure youâll find a way to finish,â and he ogles at your exposed cunt one more time, an unamused tch leaving his lips. âmaybe ask satoru to finish your sloppy pussy off.â
âfineââ
âgirl i was joking???â
TOJI FUSHIGURO â
some nerve you hadâyou thought it wouldâve been funny, and oh, did you think wrong.
tojiâs relentlessly pounding into you from behind. slow, languid strokes massaging into your grippy walls. youâre a mess, tongue lolled out and a few strands of hair sticking to your forehead as heâs just churning up your sweet sweet insides.
every few seconds, a bit hand smacks against the right cheek of your ass, then the left, then the right. itâs constantly repetitive, the sting making you drool all onto the pillow. itâs a nice trail, a translucent color thatâs just drizzling out of the corners of your lips.
youâre stupid, head bobbling against the cushioned fluff as if you were just a doll. you were never in a million years a match for tojiâlet alone his brutal, sharp hips.
âfuckkk,â he hisses out a raspy growl, watching intently as few remnants of his cum from the last round decorate the outer parts of your pussy. viridescent, jade pupils dart toward your thighs, taking in your jolting body. so weak, he canât help but gawk at the way his hot cum oozes out of each hole. itâs so sloppy, he couldnât help but swipe his thumb against your puckering entrance, getting a taste. âmhm,â he utters, lapping the fat print of his thumb over his tongue. toji never had a problem with it. relishing the bitter tang of his own, it was on you after all so it was even sweeter. the jiggle of your ass from each stinging swat he gives you makes his dick twitch. âsluttinâ yâerself out on me, good. keep the fuckinâ arch, yeah.â
there was a raspy pitch in his voice, gruff. you whimper, feeling him clamp both of your wrists toward your back - a slope of drool trickling past the corners of your lips before you let out a defeated snivel. âs-shiu, hngh. âm so close, shiu.â
and right thenâhe stops his hips, youâre clenching around nothing but his cock, his cock that was now idle. your panting slows down and the debleating rapture goes away once you moan out his colleagueâs name. âw- what happened?â
âw-what happened?â he mocks your tone, even quivering out his lip to capture your little whine. your ass gets met with another serrated smack and the brief clash of his hips makes you hiss.
âshiu, huh?â and he sounds .. amused. you werenât even looking at the man but you could tell he probably had the most smug expression imaginable. your ass was still propped and raised in the air â ass up, face down. your left temple buries itself into the velvety sheets before you start to clench around his non moving length. âdunno whether âta be offended or turned on, baby.â
you swallow, feeling a broad hand grip against your ass. toji gawks at the sight of you all all arched, feeling your pussy thump in sync with your irregular breaths. he snickers at your current position, a thumb poking inside of your slick cunt before maneuvering it around. doing so, it makes the delivery of your words shudder. âi s- said toji.â
âshut the fuck up.â he grits.
you hold back an incoming giggle and you could visibly feel the glare displayed on his tense expression.
toji grabs another piece of your ass before lightly shoving you further into the mattress. âehh. but fine, since you wanna say shiu, âm curious. whoâs bigger? me or that bum?â
âdo you .. want me to be honest?â you sheepishly murmur.
he didnât expect you to say that.
ââŚâŚ..â
SUKUNA RYĹMEN â
all four arms roam over your body - exploring every inch, taking pride in your curves that presented itself in such a nude, salacious way.
you gasp at his strength, the demon lifting you up with ease, fucking you stupid whilst youâre in the air. youâre a mess, a nice stringy strand of your own spit starts to race out of your mouth and into the cracks of your chest. âah,â he raises a single slit brow, holding you up and fucking you with deep, thorough thrusts. inside of his domain, the temperature was coldâthe more your body lurches midair, the more youâre hit with a breeze of frigid cool wind. âsuch a dumb little face yâr makinâ,â he points out, a big hand cupping your chin.
within no time, youâre slobbering all down his hand, feeling him puncture such deep areas into your cunt. sukuna bares a fang in a cocky manner, another hand gripping your chin so that you could look straight at him. âsomeoneâs dumb again, today huh,â he grits, the hits of his dick sending you on a frenzied spiral. youâre babbling incoherent words, two weak arms thrown over his shoulders as youâre just bouncing and bouncing. heâs so thick too, his angry mushroom tip repeated its gesture of coating your cervix with a plethora of chaste kisses. âoh, donât give me that pout. wanna cum, huh? âs that why you look so stupid?â
âtâ tojiiii.â you whine, trying to grind your hips further to your incoming release. ripples of waves ignite its way into your body in short welts of pleasure. languidly, they form into tiny little surges of shockwaves before you short circuit. itâs early, youâre panting and you donât even realize that youâre gushing all down his cock.
an entire messâyouâre an entire mess and you donât even realize the repulsed expression sukunaâs giving you. âpardon, little girl.â
âi.. i said sukuna.â you moan, making an attempt to kiss his neck but he growls lowly, restraining one of your hands. his reflexes were quick, preventing you from moving a single inch further. youâre still behind held up with his other arms, fat hefty cock buried deep into your drooling, loose walls before he peels your bottom lip down. âdonât stop, âkunââ
âno, you said toji,â and he stares you dead in the eyes. youâre met with cruel mighty ones, and still you throbbed regardless. with your weak legs snaked around his waist - sukuna hmphs at you, watching your body try to move itself. you canât help but be needy, heâs still inside of you but he just wouldnât move. your teeth was shattering, nails piercing into his skin before he wraps a single hand around your throat. âhow do you even mix up our names?â and he lightly knocks against your head, making you lie flat against the mattress. âmust be nothinâ in that brain, huh. my girlâs such an airhead today.â
âryo,â you moan, feeling a bit exposed now that you were laid flat on your back. the satiny sheets run against your skin as you sprawl your legs open voluntarily. he watches, a tongue scraping over his upper lip before aligning himself again. ryo, you were aware that that wasnât even his name but you always liked to tease him about it. your cuntâs throbbing ridiculously still from its most recent crazed release. with your thighs shaking ruthlessly, you spread your swollen cunt lips open with two fingers. âs- sorry, âm sorry. didnât mean it.â
he chuckles, knowing full well you were basically pleading for him to keep going. you were desperate, physically and metaphorically frothing at the mouth for his heavy shaft. your eyes meet his cock that was just right there, a pretty droplet of pre-cum dribbling down the very side where a prodding vein remains. with a sly expression, he pries you open with a single finger. immediately, your mouth goes ajar and agape from the stretch.
âmhm, the audacity to compare me to that loser,â he snarls, and watches with crimson, red-shot eyes as your legs sprawl open. with just a single digit, he makes your sopping cunt lips spread apart and he leans his neck down to spit right on it. you whine, staring openly as he grabs ahold of one of his dicks that was stacked behind the first one. âbrat âtill the end ân yâr still this fuckinâ soaked. now open up for me.â
you gulp, leaning back against the mattress while feeling the sharp gaze of an unruly demon. heâs got a relaxed expression, but he rubs the tip of both dicks against your wet pussy. âwhaââ
âlets use that brain today,â he grunts, and your back spontaneously arches forward the moment you feel both dampened tips glide its way down your inviting slit. âspread âem. since you wanna call me âtojiâ iâll have to remind this cunt howâs it feel to be stuffed by two fuckinâ cocks, whore.â
CHOSO KAMO â
with choso, heâd be having you in classic missionary, interlocking his tangled fingers with yours the entire time. your touch to him was a treasure he never wanted to lose. its warmth, he feels a sudden flutter school its way into his heart and he lets off a relaxed sigh. fevered skin presses against your body directly underneath him and he canât help but gaze into your eyes. so so pretty, that natural doe-eyes look, pupils all irised and shimmering in the sunlight â youâre simply ethereal. his heartâs racing and racing, each beat gets quicker by the second. with a single tugging gnaw at his bottom lip he tugs the skin at his teeth. your grip has him lost in a gaze, and he canât help but moan your name again and again.
he moans it continuously in such a sweet, swooning tune until heâs a broken record. heâs so in love. choso continues to moan it until each syllable of your name gets stuck on his tongue like gum. after a few moments, heâs now whining your name, continuing to tenderly grind his hips into you at such a passionate pace. babbles of broken whimpers make its way out of his lips as heâs sputtering nonsense, locking each finger with yours. his grip was tight because he never wanted to let you go.
he couldnât.
choso was always gentle with you, he treated you like you were glass, glass preparing to crack and break. but he never wanted to break you.
warm, feverish breaths pant and collide against each otherâs mouths as heâs taking turns from sucking on your collarbone or your neck. ângh, my babyâs s- so pretty,â he huffs, gently swaying his hips roughly yet tenderly into you. choso had the rhythm and he had the paceâ it was never a dull moment with him. you were about to cream down his cock again, nirvana surging through your veins as your legs wrap around his waist. his body height hovers over you and itâs so hypnotic.
chosoâs hair - itâs usually in two ponytails but now, itâs all loose and unkempt. a few ravened strands even prod its way against your forehead.
itâs prickling your skin, tickling against you within each thrust. each sloppy stroke bucking into your sweet sweet core.
âno, p- please, look at me, please,â he mumbles in a soft tone, dark arched brows curling up into a needful furrow. a thumb strums against the outline of your jaw before he gives it a benign kiss. delicately, your chin gets pulled up gently with a big hand and he pouts until your eyes finally meets his.
finally,
your cunt greedily clings onto him tight, speaking of tight - thatâs all you felt. for a while anyway,
your legs securely sling around his slim waist as if it was a snake. his thrusts were always so merciless and grim, no matter how tender he was with you, how gentle. choso was always gentle, yet heâs had the stamina of a horse. he always wanted to make sure you were feeling good at all costs. the moment his eyes meet yours, he feels a pang of love welt its way into his heart. âjus lookinâ at you âs gonna make me cum,â he whimpers, his body jittering just from the thought.
body against body, skin against skin,
choso leans in to kiss you, practically humping against your pussy. heâs so feral for you. heâs so feral and oh, he just canât help it.
it was cute,
the half curse was trying his best to make you feel good because his pleasure was your pleasure at the end of the day.
his tongue ploddingly glides against yours before he starts to suck it, gasping once he feels your clit convulse against his thwacking tip. choso was forevermore weak from your tender kisses. âmhh,â you speak between sultry wet kisses, and his body remains to grind against yours. hovering over you completely, a thumb of his roams down the palm of your sweaty hand. pulling away, you moan out a shrilling whimper, âs- sukunaââ
yet, by coincidence youâre not the only person to blurt out the wrong name, because choso ends up finishing inside, a thick stringy load of cum pours its way into the inner depths of your searing warm cunt. tossing his head back in lewd rapture, choso grabs onto your thigh, only for his head to collapse into your chest. with a whiney mumble, he whines out a sweet. ây- yuki, mommy.â
âwhat?â
âwhat?â
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Thinking about a Reader who ends up having Scary Dog Privileges with Ghost without meaning to. It just happened.
Then they have to deal with the fact that this comes with duties too.
Tags: civilian!reader, gn!reader, mostly fluff, a bit suggestive, smug!Ghost, smooth!Ghost. 800 words.
Part 2. Part 3.
When Ghost is reluctant to getting sutured in Medical after accidentally opening his stitches, grumbling he can do it himself, who does the nurse call for? Yeah, you.
She could stand her ground, after all she's used to dealing with big, whiny men, but it's much more fun to knock on your door and smile at your bewildered gaze and gaping mouth when she explains the situation in two sentences.
"Ghost's being difficult, mind taking over?" "I'm sorry, what the hell does this have to do with me?" "C'm'on, everyone on base knows he's got a soft spot for you. Don't you want to make my job easier?"
You roll your eyes and slam your hands on your desk as you get up. Groaning as you walk past herâ "I'm doing this for you, nothing else, got it?"
Mumbling to yourself "you've got to be kidding me" as you barge into the sick bay. Ghost is coolly seated at the end of a bed, large as life, casual clothes as black as his mask andâ oh. You weren't told the wound was on his thighâ you weren't warned that he didnât have pants on. You canât help it, your eyes go down, down, your lingering gaze and your flustered silence forming a confession louder than words.
A noise â a scoff or a grunt, youâre not sure â emanates from him, breaks your trance, makes you look up. The amusement in his gaze tells you he noticed your ogglingâ of course he did. Nothing gets past the Ghost, and you've been remarkably unsubtle. Despite the mask, you swear you can make out the smug smirk on his lips. His cockiness reignites your irritation. Annoyance making you bolder than you really are, you charge at him, crossing the distance between you two in a stride, stopping closeâ too close. He doesn't back off.
"What's wrong with you?" you snarl. "Nothin'," he retorts, imperturbable.
It's actually the first time youâre overlooking him. You may be enjoying it a bit too much. Nevermind the fact that you've had to wedge yourself between his parted legs to get there.
You frown, unconvinced by his answer.
âDid Soap contaminate you?â
Bargaining to be cleared out earlier was the Scotsman's trademark.
âJohnny throws a fit cos he hates feeling useless. That's not what I'm doing.â
A smirk stretches your lips.
âOh, no? I'm sure your reasons are much more noble.â
âDoesn't matter. Got what I wanted anyway.â
He's way too self-satisfied for a man in his underwear.
You throw an unequivocal look in the direction of his injury.
âWhat you wanted? A still open wound?â
âYou.â
He replied without missing a beat, as confident as usual. It is both alluring and aggravating.
âAnd your idea of wooing me is making me upset?â
You don't add âbecause if it is, that's really fucking stupidâ out loud, but youâre sure he got the message through your tone.
âNah. But you're more honest when youâre angry. Gutsier.â
You only realize he slipped his index and middle fingers in your trouser loops when he sharply tugs at them. Off balance, you steady yourself by catching his shoulders.
Taking advantage of the strip of bare skin between your shirt and bottoms, the pads of his thumbs idly stroke your hip bones. The contact sends electricity through you, shivers of pleasure running down your sides.
âGhost,â you start, severe, trying not to let the effect his touch has on you show in your voice.
âSimon,â he counters, surly. âTold ya it's Simon when we're alone, didn't I?â
He did, but you didnât think he was serious. If that's what it takes to get him to listen⌠youâll play by his rules.
âSimon. What's the rest of your brilliant plan? I'm here, but I canât stitch you up.â
âHow âbout a deal. I'll stop resisting⌠for a price.â
You raise an amused eyebrow.
âWhat kind of price?â
âA kiss.â
You snort. You didnât believe him capable of something so⌠puerile.
âWith the mask on?â
He doesn't move a muscle to get rid of it.
âTake it off.â
You usually wouldnât obey what sounds like an order so easily, but it's the first time you get to touch the skull. Slipping two fingers between skin and cloth, you slowly roll up the mask all the way under his nose.
You gently trace the scars surrounding his lips. Then, the second you feel him relax, grip on your hips slackening and intensity of his gaze waning, you grab the bottom of his mask and drag it back down vigorously, making the holes for the eyes land way too low for him to see anything.
âIf you thought you'd get a reward for acting out, you've got another think coming.â
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Give me drunk Bucky who wakes up in your bed, confused over why he's in the softest pj's he's ever felt and for some reason wearing a giant fur coat he can only assume is from a pimp because who else would own such a thing.
What the hell happened
Mere hours earlier; 3:30 am, Guys night
"Noooooo" Bucky howled, letting his body go deadweight while Thor continued to carry him to his room, the only one strong enough to get the soldier off the floor after he'd polished the bottle of Asdargian mead clean. "Wanna see y/n"
"Yeah, can't imagine what y/n would say if she saw you being carried off like a princess" A very tipsy Sam and Steve followed behind while Bucky's bottom lip jutted out into an exaggerated pout, head thrown back with is eyes closed in defiance "She's still off on that mission, she'll be back soon, you can see her then-
Before Steve could finish, Bucky's eyes shot open, scrambling out of Thor's arms and stumbling towards your room. There was no time to stop him from entering, a drunk giggle slipping past his lips as he let himself in and sighed contently. By the time the three men reached, Bucky's shirt had already been discarded beside his socks.
"Oh no- Steve snorted at the sound of Bucky's belt bucky hitting the floor, his lip sticking out in concentration as he tried to work at the button of his jeans.
"Barnes, I swear if you take your pants off-Damn it" Sam huffed, a pair of black jeans landing on his head. "At least keep your boxers-Oh hell nah" He ducked before Bucky's intimates became aquainted with his face. "Don't you dare helicopter that third leg-he's doing it"
No one intervened as Bucky decided to make himself more comfortable, clearly missing you as he sighed, walking over to your closet. He was in there suspiciously long before emerging with-
"Buck, those are-
"Soft" Bucky hummed, coming out of your closet with a set of pj's you wore often, oversized so they'd be extra comfy. Bucky giggled at the smell of your soft scent, slipping the shirt over his head and putting the pants on, flopping on your bed like a cat. "Smells like y/n"
"Do we just leave him here"
"At least he's wearing pants" Steve sighed, frowning when he heard running footsteps approaching along with a chaotic cackling, who else would be still this active at this hour-
"There you guys are!! We're doing body shots off of- wait you're here. C'mon capsicle, take your shirt off-
"For fucks' sake Tony"
"Where the hell did you get that jacket" Sam's face scrunched when he notice Tony's shirt was missing however he was in a large coat which he'd thrown off, the pile of for landing on a half sleepy Bucky. Bucky's eye peeked open at all the fuss, wrapping himself up in the coat and blissfully falling asleep with his face in your pillow, the rest of the chaos mere white noise.
"SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS-"
"TONY NO"
"TONY YES"
Present
"What do we have here" you coo, giggling at a very disoriented Bucky who blinks up at you with puppy eyes, a pink blush spreading on his face. You'd just returned from your mission with Nat, the entire compound still reeking of alcohol, the hallway littered with various still drunk Avenger men. The only thing that cut through the smell was the fresh breakfast a happy Thor had already started, the only one standing as if nothing had happened.
You'd stepped over a sleeping Sam and Steve in the hallway to get to your room, cocking a brow at the large mound of fur and soft snoring sleeping in your bed.
"Good morning, sweet boy" You brushed back Bucky's hair, bending down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, letting him take his time to figure out his surroundings, "have a fun night"
"Missed you" he mumbled, pulling you to lay on the bed so he could cuddle up with you, his head now resting on your chest instead. "Missed you so much"
"I missed you too, bub" You continued to gently play with his hair, happy your boyfriend got to have a night of fun and thankful that you always kept painkillers in your bedside drawer. Poor baby was going to need it. You noticed the pile of clothes that were thrown on the floor, they were definitely Bucky's but Bucky was in clothes so what was he wearing-
"Buck?"
"hm?" "Are those my pjs?"
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âšâ â âThey can't deny our love, they can't divide us, we'll survive the test of time, I promise I'll be right here, standing next to you,â
TAGS â drunk sex, dirty talkinâ, jkâs a pervy mess, oc is smitten this time round bc sheâs soft, unprotected sex, creampies, oc rides it nice n good before jk pounds her, tit play(?) not much, anGSTY, like full on crying bro, making out, like a lot, oc n jk go on a date, THERE IS PLOT THIS TIME, mentioned shower sex, messy sex, ocâs got that creamy pussâ, soft ;( , sleazy baby daddy au!
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The day started out like any other: you woke up, dressed Jiho for school following your usual routine of heading to the gym after dropping your baby off. From there you headed to the office to catch up on unfinished projects, a meeting or two slipped into your schedule but nothing too crazy. You manage to squeeze in a small break at home before having to go and get Jiho.
Itâs a Friday and you realize that you donât have much planned for the day or weekend so you decide on dropping off Jiho at your moms and enjoying a weekend of solitude to yourself. Youâre practically daydreaming about taking the biggest nap of your life after this, hell maybe you can finally taste that new wine you recently bought. You practically buzz with excitement on the way, and back home.
Unfortunately life had a funny way of working sometimes.
âHello?â You sigh deeply whilst pacing back and forth. It was just your luck that your car decided to be a pain in the ass by breaking down on the side of the road. Now youâre stranded outside of the city after dropping off Jiho.
âBaby? Whatâs up, somethinâ wrong?â Jungkook replies, you can hear him shuffling around on the other end of the line, âYou callinâ cause you miss my dickââ
âNo dipshit,â you pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance, âI got left stranded after dropping Jiho with my mom, car gave out on me and now Iâm stuck outside the city kinda.â You look around, âCan you come help me out please?â
âSure, Iâll be there in about twenty minutes top. Did you call the tow truck or nah? If you didnât I can call while Iâm on my way.â
You sigh in relief, âNo I didnât, but call your one friend. Iâll send you the location right now, bye.â You hang up and quickly send him your location. There isnât really much to do so you sit back and scroll through your social medias to pass the time. Jungkook stays true to his word though and shows up in twenty minutes like he had promised. Heâs not in his car though because today heâs brought his motorcycle.
âHey.â You greet calmly and step out of your car. You make your way over to him, coming to a stop in front of his bike with your arms folded over your chest. You would rather not admit to anything (at least out loud) but he looks pretty hot, you can see his unruly hair underneath his helmet.
Jungkook slips his helmet off and shakes his hair out of his face, âHi baby,â he grins, âso what happened here, hm?â He talks to you like heâs talking to a toddler, all teasing and shit. You donât bother hiding your annoyance as you roll your eyes, making him laugh, âAlright, alright, but seriously what happened mama?â He leans over to bring you into his side, landing an obnoxious wet smooch over your lips.
You scrunch your face up and nod your head in the direction of the car, âStopped out of nowhere, turned off and everything.â
He looks over at it and hums, âPop the hood for me, gonna give it a look before Eunwoo comes.â He lets you go and rounds the front of the car, giving you a thumbs up to pop the hood up for him.
It unlocks and Jungkook opens it up leaning over the car with quiet âtch, tch, tchâ noises as he tries to see what was wrong with it. You step out to watch him closely, trying to ignore how good he looks in a white wife beater with his arms and tattoos all out. Jungkook doesnât even have to try when it comes to getting you hot and bothered.
âShit babe,â Jungkook hisses and recoils, âyou need to get the oil changed, âs fuckin burned and dried out. Top of that, I think the battery is either old or it just needs a charge.â He shakes his head with a grimace.
You sigh in relief, happy that it wasnât anything major, âIâll get it checked out at the shop then,â you help him slam the hood closed, âthanks.â
âMm,â he leans against the car staring down at you, âneed a ride back home?â He licks his lips, not bothering to hide the fact that heâs checking you out in broad daylight with that lecherous look in his eyes.
You nod, âPlease, itâs finally my day off and this happens.â You chuckle bitterly and kick a rock, âWas looking forward to a nap, guess that wonât be happening.â
âHm, I know a way we could pass the time..â He slides his hand around your waist, teasingly pulling at the belt loop of your jeans, âI can make you forget âbout all this mess mama.â He says in a low tone, âJust say the word..â
You bring him close with a hand around the back of his neck, lips inches away and eyes full of lust. âYouâre so cute,â you softly breathe out as his eyes light up with arousal, âbut no.â You pinch his arm extra hard, listening in satisfaction when he cries out in pain, âIâm not fucking you on the side of the road. Especially since Eunwoo might be close by, yeah no thanks.â You snort.
âOw you fucking hurt me.â Jungkook hisses, âYou left a mark! Look at that!â He thrusts his arm out to show the red mark you left, âKiss it better.â He huffs quietly and eyes you expectantly.
You look back at him with a blank stare, âNo,â you step to the side and look out for the tow truck, âlast I checked Iâm not the one responsible for kissing boo-boos,â you fold your arms over your chest, âyouâre a grown ass man deal with it.â
Jungkook quietly laughs under his breath, âNo youâre rightâI can give you something else to kiss better.â He dodges your hand, laughing loudly while ignoring the colorful words you spew at him, âCâmon it was a little funny.â
âNo it wasnât,â you hiss while smacking his arm, âyouâre so fuckinâ dumb Jungkook.â You try hard to fight off the chuckle stuck in your throat, âOh my god.â You turn away, shoulders shaking as you quietly laugh to yourself.
Jungkook comes behind you to pull you into his chest while swaying side to side with you, âCâmere,â he leans down to kiss the side of your face, âgo out for dinner with me, saw a new place open up and it has a lot of your favorites.â He murmurs in your ear.
âYeah?â You reply softly, âWhere is it?â
âGangnam,â Jungkook curtly replies while burying his face into your shoulder, âyou down for some fun?â
You havenât been out since your last girls trip to Jeju and that was like two months ago. Fuck itâyou thinkâitâs friday and you donât have to worry about work till tuesday. With Jiho being out for the weekend you guess you can unwind too. Plus Jungkook could be fun to be around with..sometimes. You wonât ever admit it though, what Jungkook doesnât know wonât hurt him.
âOkay, sounds good. You need to drop me off at my apartment though, gotta get ready ân stuff.â You see the tow truck pulling into the side of the road, âCâmon, your friendâs here.â You pull away and start walking towards your car.
In the end Jungkook takes you to his apartment to get ready, he literally has you packing a overnight bag with everything you could possibly need for a weekend stay. You donât even know why you agree to staying the weekend with him but Jungkook says something about Gangnam being close to his place and how heâd probably not be able to drive you back home if you two end up finishing late at night. You know itâs not that though, but you donât have the heart to call him out for it.
âLace,â Jungkook smirks as he looks at the underwear you dropped on his bed after opening up your bag, âred too, damn this for me mama?â He dangles the cheeky pair of panties up in the air.
You hum in response, not really focused on him because youâre trying to fix your grinder, âGonna pregame or what?â You finally say after getting it to work, âOr you too old Jeon?â You stick your tongue out with a smirk while adding in some bud.
Jungkook throws his head back with a laugh, âBabe you trying to get me cross-faded? Fuck I donât even think Iâve pregamed in a while, donât wanna get shit-faced just yet though,â he scratches his nose, âso shots? We both need to remember our livers donât work like they used to.â
âYeah, yeah hold on.. let me finish real quick.â You mumble to yourself. The blunt hangs from your lips when you finish rolling it, old habits die hard you guessed when you go around picking up Jungkookâs clothes off the ground. You go around cleaning a little bit of his room before heading into his bathroom to start the water.
You and Jungkook smoke about half of the blunt together before taking a shot, which you end up pulling a face at and shaking your head, âFuck I havenât drank this shit since college,â you wipe your lips, âugh, Iâm gonna go shower. Bleh,â you try to get the bitter taste out of your mouth while disappearing into his bathroom.
Of course Jungkook doesnât leave you alone as he follows you into the shower. By the time youâre both out thereâs only a hour left before you two have to head out, âBabe I invited Hoseok and Yoongi if thatâs cool with you,â he says loudly from inside the walk-in closet, âYoongi said something about him and your one friend going together.â
âWho Hyejin?â You try to reply while lining your lips, âSheâs the one who texted me like ten minutes ago,â you smack your lips together, âor is it someone else?â
Jungkook comes out wearing a black blazer over a white top, âUhh I think?â He passes by with a cheeky ass grab, âready for another shot?â He heads out to bring back the bottle, âOr you going to drink from the bottle?â He smirks lazily, you both end up taking a swig from the bottle.
âOkay, Iâm ready.â You pull one of Jungkookâs black leather jackets over your body, âI donât care if you only had one drink or no drinks, weâre both walking or getting a ride got it? I donât wanna hear you complaining about having to leave the car overnight,â you sternly say to him as you both head out together, âIâm not trying to die in the middle of fuckinâ fall, âs freezing tonight.â You shiver a little.
Jungkook snorts, âBabe Iâm a little cross-faded, but itâll go away I promise-â he stops himself from finishing his sentence when he sees the glare youâre sending his way, âokay, okay, fine weâre gonna catch a ride home.â He winds his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in closely, âNice little date night isnât it?â
You snort quietly and look up at him in amusement, âDate? Ew, as if. We havenât been on one of those in ages.â
âDonât be such a little party pooper, first date and youâre already complaining? Iâm hurt baby,â Jungkook holds the lobby door open for you, smacking your ass when you slip past him, âjust wait and see, âm gonna make this the best night ever.â
His words make you roll your eyes, âSure.â Youâre secretly endeared though, and you canât help but wonder what has you so soft with him today. Usually you found it annoying when he said corny/sappy shit but for some reason itâs cute? Maybe you really were in a good mood.
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âWell donât you look pretty,â Hyejin grins as she slips her arm around you waist, âyou lilâ fuckin floozy, you fucked him didnât you?â She laughs softly, âLook at all the marks, fuck lemme see,â she tries to take a peek into your dress.
âHyejin,â you hiss while pushing her off of you, âyouâre gonna show my entire tit to everyone around, stop.â You quietly laugh, âAnd for your information we didnât go all the way because I didnât let him, he only ate me out I swear.â You whisper into her ear, jumping in alarm and rushing to cover her mouth when she yells out loud.
She winks at you deviously before going back to her seat next to Yoongi. Itâs nice being with friends like this, plus the restaurant was everything you hoped for. The vibes and atmosphere were pleasant, it was kinda reminding you of your college days when you and your friends stayed out late. It brings a tiny smile to your face.
âSo how you been y/n?â Hoseok speaks up, âFelt like I havenât seen you in forever.â His eyes dart back and forth between you and Jungkook, eyes taking in the way youâre both sitting so close.
âBeen good, just working nothing too crazy, how bout you?â You nod your head at him, âStill doing that thing you told me aboutâfuck I keep forgetting what it wasâbut yea, you still doing that or..?â
Hoseok sips his beer with a nod, âYeah,â he notices the way Jungkookâs hand tightens around your shoulder, â âs gotten busier but business is good so I canât complain you know?â He sheepishly smiles.
You briefly look over at Jungkook to see heâs got his tongue poking the inside of his cheekâthe thing he does when heâs either angry or botheredâyouâre not so sure why heâs pissy but you donât dwell on it, âThatâs good, let me know how it goes though. Canât say Iâm not interested from what you told me.â You feel Jungkook squeeze your arm, releasing it after a couple of seconds and then going back to stroking his hand up and down.
You both stay huddled close the rest of the night, Jungkook keeps his hand over your thigh and you have your head against his shoulder. The night only gets wilder as the restaurant turns into a full party with people singing and enjoying the loud music, Hoseok orders shots for everyone and by the time you check your phone to see that itâs one in the morning youâve already lost count of how many drinks both you and Jungkook had.
âAnother shot or what? You said you could out drink me, I wanna see your ass try,â Yoongi hiccups while sending you a glare, you notice that Hyejinâs already passed out with her face buried in his neck.
You grunt in annoyance and push at Jungkookâs arm, âDidnât say, I know I can.â You rumble back and manage to take the shot, âNow you asshole.â You nod your head, âHurry up Yoongi, youâre getting old or what?â You snicker.
He makes a face and manages to down it, âFuckinâ hell, so nasty.â He shakes his head, âWeâre too old to be doing this shit, fuckinâ Hoseok tapped out on the third shot! Look at his ass, heâs not waking up anytime soon.â He groans.
âYeah I think Iâm done too, getting so fuckin dizzy,â Jungkook sighs and looks over at you, âready to tap out too baby?â He hums as he leans in to rest his face in your shoulder.
You nod slowly, âYeah, my head hurts too.â You sigh deeply and wave the waitress down. Yoongi generously closes the entire tab and heads out with Hyejin and Hoseok to wait for a taxi. You and Jungkook take a couple of minutes to gather your thoughts before heading out to follow them.
You stick around outside to make sure that Yoongi, Hyejin, and Hoseok get into the uber together before heading back to Jungkookâs. It feels a lot warmer walking hand in hand with him, you find yourself grinning like a idiot, âHey Jungkook,â
âHm?â Jungkook stops to look at you.
âDoes that playground by your house still have that one swing where two people can go on it together?â You smile.
He blinks a couple of times in confusion before a knowing smile crosses over his face, âYeah, it does.â He squeezes your hand.
You both end up giggling like children while swinging around in the air on opposite sides facing each other. You squeal when Jungkook pushes you both extra hard, causing you to swing a bit faster as you land on the ground and huff with effort to push the two of you. âFuck I havenât done this much workout since Jiho joined soccer,â you chuckle.
Jungkook huffs quietly, hot breath going foggy in front of his mouth showing just how cold it was. âFucking freezing, gonna get blisters from this shit babe.â He swings you both once more, smiling brightly when he hears you squeal again, âShit you look like youâre having more fun than I am.â
âCause I am,â you grin softly and let go of the handles, âbut fuck youâre right, my hands hurt and they smell like iron.â You wait for Jungkook so that you two could go inside since the cold weather was starting to get to you. âCâmon Iâm cold.â You purse your lips and shove your hands into your pockets.
Jungkook quickly follows after you. You both manage to get in, stumbling over each other with giggles and drunken jokes. Jungkook doesnât make it before heâs crashing on the floor, sending you into hysterics as you bend over clutching your knees laughing. âBabe help me up!â Jungkook whines.
âH-Hold on,â you wipe your tears, âcâmere.â You haul his ass up, giggling hysterically at his messed up hair.
âAnd what you laughinâ at hm?â Jungkook wraps his arms around you and tugs you close, âCâmon tell me,â he whines and leans down to slide his lips over yours. Immediately you lean into the kiss, deepening it as you slip a hand over his cheek and cup it gently. His lips move over your own, gliding gently and slotting perfectly over your own.
Jungkook crowds you into the wall as he tries backing you into the living room causing you both to stumble. You donât seperate from the kiss though even after almost falling back because youâre both tripping over something laying on the ground. Jungkook pulls back briefly, chuckling drunkly when he sees youâre both not in the living room, in fact youâre both heading towards his kitchen.
âBabe,â he softly mumbles as he caresses your cheek, âholâ on, move that way.â He smothers you in another hot kiss, refusing to part even for a second.
You grumble softly into the kiss and pull away, âCanât,â you mumble and let him kiss you again, âyouâre kissinâ me and I canât see where Iâm goin.â You have a dopey smile on your face, âLemme,â pause. âlemme take you to bed,â you slur out.
Jungkook nods eagerly and follows after you. His hands are impatient as he works his jacket off of you, he growls in frustration when he canât quite get you out of the pretty dress you wore tonight. âFuckinâ hell help me,â he pouts and kicks the door open, âcanât get it off, need to see you naked,â he giggles, âcâmon, help me.â He gives you puppy eyes.
âPaws off,â you growl playfully while stripping from your dress, âI got this.â You send him a pointed look and head over to his large comfy bed. You let yourself fall dramatically on it, arms and legs spread out like youâre a starfish or something.
Jungkook climbs over you a few seconds later, you notice heâs already shirtless as he grins softly down at you and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, âHi baby.â He whispers softly between the two of you. You giggle quietly and smile back at him with a âhiâ, he looks funny. The world around you spins in endless circles, fueling your dizziness and motion sickness.
âYouâre so pretty,â he murmurs, âbest baby mama ever.â He leans down, mouth hovering over your neck as he leaves open-mouthed kisses over the warm flesh. You sigh quietly and lean into his touch feeling all warm inside from how endearing he was being.
âMore.â You quietly reply, you want to hear all about how pretty you are to him. Youâd never openly admit but Jungkook makes you feel special with the way heâs obsessed with you. On the surface he sure as hell was a dirty sleazy pervert but you knew he was genuine with you, even if his words were a little crude and unsavory at times.
Jungkook hums, âMore what baby?â He softly asks while pulling back to look down at you, âWant me to touch you more?â He grins cheekily, âCoz Iâm not complaining, love touchinâ and feeling on you.. So pretty,â he whispers as his eyes trail over you, âmine too..â
The âyoursâ sits on the tip of your tongue, but for some reason it never leaves your mouth. âStop playing around before I fall asleep,â you smack your lips with a dazed expression on your face, âthen you wonât get to touch, only look.â
His eyes light up and he doesnât say anything else, instead he captures you for a messy little kiss while his chilled hands slide down your sides and to your hips where those red panties sit. He teases you by pulling on the waistband, letting it snap back a few times before he finally pulls them down. Youâre quivering in excitement, your own hands come up to unbutton his pants with ease.
Jungkook helps you shove them off, his boxers go with them two until youâre both laid bare for eachother. He lies flat over you with his chest right against yours, he takes his sweet time mapping every crevice and surface of your body. Youâre not used to this time of affection in bed with him given that most of your fuckings were nasty and to the point. No, tonightâs different.
âWill never get used to how pretty you are,â he murmurs while laying kisses over your throat and chest, âjust wanna keep you like this forever.â He whispers out as his hot mouth envelops a nipple.
He lays his tongue flat over your sensitive bud, lapping at it and teasing around it. Your lips part as quiet breathy sighs and moans leave you, only yelping when Jungkook fully encases your nipple with his lips wrapped around it tightly. âFuck,â you tangle a hand in his hair and watch with hooded eyes.
Jungkookâs other hand comes up to fondle your neglected tit, pinching and rolling your hard nipple between his fingers in tandem with his powerful sucks. He switches back between both of them, leaving a small trail of spit as he goes. You donât know how much of his teasing you can take, your cuntâs throbbing and more slick is dripping between your plush folds and down the crevice of your ass no doubt staining his sheets.
âNo more,â you say when your nipples were sucked raw, âneed you nâ my pussy,â you shift around and roll Jungkook on to his back, âgonna ride it, jusâ the way you like it.â You tease softly and leave a open-mouthed kiss over his mouth, sighing quietly when you feel his hot cock against your inner thigh.
âMm,â he sighs as his head drops on the bed, eyes slipped in utter bliss as he holds your hips in his hands, âyeahâwant you to ride it for me baby, wanna watch you bounce on it.â He rolls his hips upward as his cock bumps and slides against you.
You take his cock into your hand and stroke over it slowly, occasionally tapping it over your folds and smearing your slick over him. You catch sight of his dark cock, all swollen and throbbing in your hold. It makes your mouth water as you eagerly lift your hips and slip the tip between your folds until it catch over your winking hole. Both of your breath hitches as you ease him into you, hissing in pleasure as your cunt spreads around the mushroom-y tip, pink rim spreading and hugging him tightly.
Jungkookâs lips part in a long moan, he scrunches his face up in pleasure and rubs his hands over the swell of your ass cheeks. âOh fuck baby,â he whispers, âjusâ a little more,â he groans, âfuck!â He hisses when you bottom out with a loud smack, your ass clapping off his pelvis as you seat yourself with his cock stuffed deep inside of you.
âSo good,â you hum and give a few experimental rolls, just loving how deep he is from this position.
Your hands come down to settle over his chest for leverage, you donât wait any longer before youâre bouncing idly over his cock. The excess slick begins rolling down to his balls creating a low audible squelch. Jungkook doesnât really say much other than a few curses and whispers of your name. Your own noises come out breathy and low, constrasting the fopping sound your ass makes when it smacks against his thighs.
The bed frame begins to creak under your weight, slowly you begin speeding up until youâre full on bouncing on his cock. You ride till the tip remains inside before coming back down and slamming your hips over his. Jungkookâs grunts and moans rise in volume from the delicous pressure around his cock, your pussy grips him so tight he feels your rim hugging him almost as if you were refusing to let his cock go.
âShit y/n,â the way your name rolls off his tongue sends butterflies deep in your tummy as you eagerly bounce, âlike that, fuck it feels so fucking good, gripping me so tight,â he rolls his hips upward to meet your bounces, âoh fuck.â He throws his head back and grits his teeth.
You mewl quietly and switch from bouncing to grinding, you roll your hips back and forth over his cock and reach behind you to stroke and fondle his balls that press tightly against your ass. He moans loud and bucks his hips into you roughly, somehow punching his cock deeper with the tip kissing your cervix.
âJungkook..!â You gasp out as your toes curl.
He brings his arms up to hoist you off and on to the bed, rolling the two of you over as he hikes a hand under your knee and lifts your leg up while he fucks into your pussy wildly. The new angle has his cock striking your g-spot over and over again with calculated thrusts. He punches loud moans and whimpers out of your lips, the pleasure bubbles over and has your pussy gripping him so tight itâs hard for him to backstroke.
âLook at me baby,â he pants, âyeah, show me that pretty face mama.. Look at you, taking my cock so well in that slutty little pussy. Got you drippinâ for me like I said you would, feel that?â He slows down and grinds into you slowly, hips circling in figure of eights as his cock rubs over your walls slowly, âSee what you do to me baby? Got me all worked up for you, pussyâs suckin me in so well canât help it.â He groans.
Your mouth falls open in a âoâ when he plunges into you quickly, fucking his cock in and out at a rapid pace. Slick dribbles all around with some splattering over the sheets and sliding down your pussy to your ass. His balls are heavy as they swing and smack into your ass repeatedly, every so often his cock throbs pathetically from inside of you.
âOh god,â you whisper and throw your head back, âfuck right there Jungkook..!â You let out a shout of pleasure as he hits your g-spot over and over again without missing. He has you sliding up the bed from his brutal pace, the pleasure rising and rising as you grit your teeth and try to fight off your impending orgasm.
âGo on baby, cum for me.â Jungkook whispers, âCâmon mama, lemme see you cum all over my cock, make it nice and messy for me.â He rasps out and grips the pillow lying by your head tightly as he grits his teeth and fucks into you harder if it was possible.
Stars burst behind your eyelids, your entire body locks up as you let out a pathetic little cry of pleasure. You cum with a loud moan of his name, clinging desperately to him with your arms loosely wrapped around his back and your legs locked around him to keep his cock inside. Your cunt milks his cock for all its worth, squeezing spasmodically from the aftershock of your orgasm.
Jungkook moans low at the feeling around his cock as he slams himself deep a total of three times before he finally cums. His cock pulses, hot cum filling your pussy to the brim with some of it seeping from the sides of your cunt. He sits up to look down at the mess between you, whistling out of breath when he sees the creamy white slick smeared over his pelvis and your pussy.
âFuck, made a fuckinâ mess.â He chuckles breathlessly and teasingly rubs his thumb over your neglected swollen clit, âDidnât need to touch this lil thing to get you to cum.â He purrs.
Your thighs twitch and you twist around to avoid any touch to your sensitive cunt, âStopppp,â you whine softly and bury your face in the pillow, â âm so sleepy Kook,â you smack your lips and blink slowly, âbedâs dirty though..â
Jungkook brings you into his arms and sighs, âLooks like weâre sleeping in the guest bedroom.â He murmurs and rolls out of bed, âCâmon,â he holds his hand out, âletâs get you to bed mama.â
You smile shyly when he says it like that, slipping out on shaky legs and following after him.
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âIâm never drinking like that ever again,â you quietly moan while slipping on Jungkookâs slippers and tugging the hoodie over your head, âdonât forget to bring my phone,â you say to Jungkook as you step out of the apartment.
âGot it..â He mumbles and follows after you.
Youâre both obviously not in the mood for cooking or anything so Jungkook suggested the convenience store for breakfast (in this case lunch because you two slept in all morning). Jungkook walks hand in hand with you the whole way, only letting go when you both split up to get your respective items. Jungkook of course pays and helps you make both your ramen bowls while you sit by the window poking your drink and mixing it around.
âYou look a hot mess,â Jungkook says when heâs walking over, âa sexy hot mess.â He cheekily adds in when you turn to give him a look. âWhat? I like you with smudged ass mascara and leftover lipstick, gives you that sexy bed look.â He winks.
âYeah, yeah, youâre not looking so hot either with lipstick all over your jaw.â You grin in amusement, âWhat did you get?â
Jungkook opens the black bag and sets all the snacks he got out onto the table, âThis kimchi onigiri, uhhh sausage links, and this rolled egg thingy I donât know.â He shrugs.
You eye the onigiri in curiosity, âHm.â You mix your ramen around and open the seasoning packet, âDo you mind driving me to get my car? Eunwoo texted me last night saying it was gonna be ready for pick up later on, said that the batteryâs charged now, heâs gonna just change the oil next.â You mumble.
âYeah, wanna go after this? Eunwooâs probably out on break, I can do the oil change myself.â He slurps his noodles loudly, cheekily grinning at you afterwards.
âMm, fine with me. Just donât fuck up my car or youâre paying for it.â You sip your drink just as loud.
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Eunwoo doesnât end up being there but he leaves Jungkook a key and a note telling him about what your car needs. Jungkook wastes no time in getting to work as he slips his shirt off and works in his white tank top. You sit in a chair just watching him work while singing silently under his breath. You canât quite shake the uneasy feeling you get in your gut, all thisâplaying couple and pretending like nothingâs wrong.
It makes your heart twist bitterly seeing him like this, all domestic and shit. Even the night before when you guys were at dinner. Hell the playground was enough for you to realize what was going on. Youâre not so sure you can go back to pretending like you two arenât a thing after this. You can only hold it in so much before it all starts crumbling down.
âBabe,â Jungkook slips out from under the car, âpass me the funnel behind you, I already drained it.â He wipes his dusty cheek, âBabe?â
âOh yeah, here.â You hand him the funnel, âWhat, do I have something on my face?â You say after noticing how intently heâs staring at you.
Jungkook shakes his head, âNah, just admiring how cute my baby mama looks.â He smiles teasingly and goes back to work before you can even reply. âSo, you doing anything after this? I was kinda hoping we could spend a day in watching movies and shit, âm still pretty hungover.â
âYeah..â You nod, âSounds good Iâm not feeling the greatest either,â you turn to look at anything but him. You donât know why but youâre hit with a swirl of emotions and itâs starting to sizzle under your skin and make you irritated. The more you think about it, the more agitated you slowly become.
âHey,â he suddenly says in front of you, âgot something on your mind?â His lips hover over yours before he closes the distance between you two. The kiss is sweet and gentle, it has your poor little heart throbbing inside of your chest. Jungkookâs lips smack quietly against yours, as he brings his hands up to hold the sides of your face.
You softly hum into the kiss and bring your arms around his neck. He makes a pleased noise and caresses his thumb over your cheek and jawline. Itâs the sweet moments like this that have you doubting, youâre not so sure you can keep up with him anymore. He does all these sweet things and it just lulls you into a false security with him, like everything is okay and things were the way they used to be.
You want that..
Jungkook parts from the kiss and stares deep into your eyes, âYou with me baby?â He say when he takes in how distracted you look.
âYeah,â you softly whisper, â âm here.â You bring him back for another passionate kiss, this time effectively blocking out all those little voices in your head.
Jungkook grunts in surprsie as he hoists you up with him, backing you into the counter nearby and swiping all the tools clear from the surface. His breath is ragged and heavy, touch quickly becoming possessive and desperate as he paws at your thighs and hips. You part your legs for him and let him step in between them, moaning quietly when his hips press over your sore cunt.
The empty garage is filled with soft panting and breathless sighs, your lips meet Jungkookâs over and over until theyâre swollen and glossed over with spit n slick. You attack his neck in a flurry of kisses and pull him closer, practically hugging his body tight to yours as the two of you leave sloppy marks all over each other. You go to leave another mark but Jungkookâs quick to pull away with a quiet âwait, waitâ.
âGet back together with me,â he suddenly pulls back, breathless and panting with wild eyes, âI want us to be a real coupleânot whatever this shit is where one day you let me love on you and another you donât.â His eyes are filled with hope as he pleads with you.
You stare at him in shock, mostly because hello the timing? You quickly shake those thoughts out and sit up, âJungkook you canât just ask me that out of nowhere, especially not with you standing between my thighs.â You sigh heavily, âLetâs just talk about this some other time.â You look away.
Jungkook frowns, âNo, I think itâs a perfect time now. You say some other time but then you forget and play it off with work and other stuff. I just..I just wanna know where we stand, Iâm tired of doing this back and forth thing baby.. Itâs sending mixed signals, canât tell whether you really want me or youâre planning to cut me out for good.â
Youâre at loss this time, for the first time regarding the breakup you donât have anything to say. Itâs not something you easily know the answer to, not when you yourself is still trying to find the answers to these things. Jungkook should know by now this isnât something that comes so easily. âWhy? So you can be happy you ended up winning after what you did? So everyone can see you got your way despite being a shitty person Jungkook?â
He looks surprised like he wasnât expecting your response, âBabyâno, where is this coming from?â He stands up intending to comfort you because he can see how quickly youâre growing upset with the way your frown deepens and tone morphs to hurt.
âThen what is it Jungkook?â You say in exasperation, âIs this gonna be your âI told you soâ moment? You play me like a fucking fool and come back years later with a slap on the wrist and suddenly everything is better between the two of us?â You blink the tears away, âItâs not fucking fair and you know it.â You fold your arms over your chest.
Jungkook shakes his head, âNo, no, no, itâs none of that. I just wanted you to know Iâm tired of going back and forth and never ending up nowhere with us..â
âWell guess what, Iâm tired too Jungkook. Tired of pretending like nothing ever happened, like there isnât a reason why we ended up like this in the first place.â You wipe your tears.
ây/n, I know things werenât the best before and I fucked it up, I knowâtrust me. You donât think I donât regret what happened years back? It fucking eats at me every night because youâre not by my side anymoreââ
âThatâs the thing Jungkook! You donât fucking get it,â you sob, âYOU were the love of my life, you were everything to me! And for you to do what you did-â you choke up and cover your mouth, âand Iâm supposed to heal from that? I never did, and I never will because the person I trusted the mostâwho I loved so muchâfucking betrayed me. Do you have any idea how I felt? You were my everything, and you fucking threw it away!â You scream in anger and frustration.
âY-You broke me,â you hiccuped, âitâs not fair that you get to come back like nothing, ân now everyoneâs gonna look at me like a fool because I got back together with my shitty baby daddy.â You sniffle, âI have thought about us for a while, but Iâm scared because I donât know if youâre going to do the same thing all over again.â
Jungkookâs own eyes are brimmed with unshed tears, he quietly sniffs and clears his throat, âIâm sorry y/n, I never did get the chance to but Iâm sorry for everything. But not once did I stop loving you ever, you were my everything tooâand you still are. Nothing about the way Iâve felt about you has changed, and it never will either. I realize how impulsive I was just now so,â he drops to his knees in front of you and holds your hands, âplease y/n, let me prove to you I can still make you and Jiho happy. I donât care if you wanna make me wait until youâre ready, Iâll be right here waiting for you. Just please, give me one last chance..â
You desperately want to say no, but youâre weak. Youâre too busy clinging to every little memory of him in the past to fill that emptiness in your heart to notice that youâve wanted him back all along. You feel the doubts begin to creep out of your body as you peer down at him, âYouâll..wait..?â
Jungkook nods, âAs long as you want me to.â He whispers back.
âOkay..â You softly reply and squeeze his hands tightly, afraid that if you let him go heâll vanish into thin air.
âOkay.â Jungkook sighs in relief, smiling up at you tenderly. He rises to his feet and brings you in for a tight hug, just relishing in your warmth and softness as he rocks the two of you side to side.
You close your eyes and let yourself sink into his arms, âYouâll be here with me right?â You lay your head on his chest.
âIâll be right here,â he hums, âstanding next to you.â
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Part 4
Mister(s) Steal Your Girl is, somehow, now the official title. Congratulations you little shits (affectionate).
Content: Toxic Behavior, Brief Weight Shaming, Hurt/Comfort
You didnât expect to see Johnny much after that one night - or possibly ever again. Kyle introduced you two, it was a lot of fun, but you figure thatâll be the end of it. Like introducing a new man to your girlfriends (not that you can really introduce Kyle to yours) you passed the vibe check and now Kyle will keep you and Johnny separate.
Thatâs how itâs been with Brandonâs friends. (Granted, you donât really care for Brandonâs friends. And you figure itâs mutual based on the âuptightâ comments they pretended to think you couldnât hear.)
Youâre starting to realize that Kyle is always going to subvert your expectations.
Johnny becomes a fixture - a welcome one. While you and Kyle still have your date nights and privacy, Johnny joins you two at least once a week for movies, drinks, dinner, or just silly adventures out and about.
Youâre surprised that you donât mind. Johnny is fantastic company, always respectful, funny, and friendly. Whenever the two of you are left alone, thereâs no dead air. In fact, sometimes you could almost swear thereâs electricity. Which is⌠well. It makes it hard to look him in the eye sometimes - and looking at Kyle even harder.
Guilt nips at your stomach until one of them distracts you with another story youâre 70% sure they shouldnât tell you.
You and Johnny play a game with pub napkins, doodling something on one folded half, then passing it over for the other to scribble on the second half. The trick is not cheating and seeing the first half, then unfolding it to a complete (and usually silly) picture. Gaz always gets to name whatever monstrosity has been created.
You get a month of that good company. Then Kyle sighs at his phone one night.
âShipping out again,â he explains when you glance at him.
âWill you be gone long?â you ask, shifting.
His brow furrows. âNot sure. They canât tell us much over the phone.â
You hum in understanding. Still new to this whole military thing, the redacted danger of it all, but you think youâre getting the hang of it. At least, Kyle never seems annoyed when he canât answer you, only apologetic.
âIs it gonna be the whole team?â you ask.
âNah, just me and the cap.â He rubs his palm along your calf, a gesture that you suspect is self-soothing rather than for your benefit. âProbably not too dangerous, then.â
You make a noise of protest, nudging at his thigh with your foot. âBad luck!â
âSorry, sorry!â he chuckles, tapping his knuckles on the wooden end table. âYouâre right.â
You crawl from your side of the couch to his, nuzzling up under his arm. He trails kisses along the side of your face as you snuggle in.
âIâll miss you,â you mumble into his neck. Still a little embarrassed to be so needy, but you want him to feel appreciated.
âIâll miss you too, chickadee. Iâll call if I can, yeah?â
You hum in agreement, squeezing an arm around his middle.
âWhile Iâm gone, if you need anything - even some company - you ought to call Soap,â he adds.
The idea is tempting but⌠âI donât want to bother him.â
âI promise you wonât,â he laughs. You donât know whatâs so funny, but hearing his voice rumble in his chest like this is always a treat.
âMaybe,â you allow.
âWeâll take it.â Before you can ask what that means, he loops an arm around your waist and scoops you into his lap. âNow then, about my send off.â
Your giggle turns into a moan as his mouth slants over yours.
Kyleâs only been gone three days. Youâve occupied yourself with cleaning up the flat you share with Brandon. Dust has been collecting since youâve been out and about so much - and god knows Brandon hardly does more than load the dishwasher. Besides, a good bit of spring cleaning is a pleasant enough distraction, humming as you toss out old things to make more room for the new stuff youâve been collecting.
âGood to see you getting back to normal,â Brandon says cheerfully. You glance up from the laundry youâre folding. He continues, âI was worried with how behind you got on things, but I knew you just needed some time. I told you this would be better for us both.â
You try not to let that sting. Even if things are better now, and continuing to get better, you canât forget the pain that lingers from the beginning.
âTell you what,â he adds, hands in his pockets. âWhen you finish cleaning up, Iâll take you out to the pub, yeah? Put on something pretty.â
You perk up, pleasantly surprised, though hesitant.
âWe could leave earlier if you helped,â you point out, hoping for more than just dinner. âMaybe we could walk in the park or something before eating.â
He gives you a weak smile. One you recognize more than his real one by now. Itâs almost apologetic, but not quite.
âI would but Iâm bloody exhausted from this week, ya know? Big projects coming up at work.â
Your smile freezes. âAnd some late nights, Iâm sure,â you try to joke.
He doesnât laugh like you expect, but gives you an odd look. âWhy would you say something like that?â
Baffled, you shrug. He shakes his head.
âIâm going to take a nap, come wake me up when youâre ready to go.â
You manage to finish the majority of your to-do list by 5. Shower, get dressed, do your hair and makeup with Brandon snoring in the background until 6. By then, he still hasnât woken up from his nap, so you perch on the edge of the bed and gently nudge at him until he stirs.
âIâm ready to go, babe,â you murmur.
He scrunches up his face - you spare an affectionate thought for how cute it is. Youâve always found it cute.
âFive more minutes,â he grumbles.
You laugh a little. âItâs getting late, we should probably head out.â
He groans. âFive. Minutes.â
You huff in amusement and reach for his phone to set an alarm, but pause at all the notifications from dating apps crowding his screen. There are⌠a lot. And as youâre looking, a new message pops up, just labeled âblondeâ with a peach emoji. Gross.
You set the alarm and slip away to the living room.
It takes him another half hour to finally rouse, shuffling into the living room with a groan.
âCâmon,â he yawns. âItâs going to be bloody crowded by now.â
You follow him quietly to the car, knowing heâs not chatty when heâs just woken up. Hunger only adds to his mood; you can practically see a cloud forming over his head. By the time he pulls up to the pub, heâs downright grumpy. He grumbles about shit parking, and the milling people outside. It looks busy.
âWe could go somewhere else?â you suggest.
âThis is fine,â he says.
He parks a block away and starts at a swift pace. You try to hold his hand, but halfway there, he pulls away to check his phone and doesnât take it again.
Surprisingly, itâs only a twenty minute wait for a table - but Brandon sneers something like âof course it isâ under his breath. You smile apologetically at the hostess and usher him away.
He doesnât talk during the wait, at first. Until suddenly he blurts. âWe wouldnât have to wait if youâd woken me up.â
You blink at him. âI did. You asked for five more minutes.â
âWell, why didnât you wake me up then?â
âI set an alarm?â
You donât know why heâs so irritated, just that he seems tired and hungry.
âYou know I donât listen to alarms,â he complains, scowling at the sidewalk.
âOkay⌠Iâll wake you up next time,â you offer.
âYeah, next time.â
Thankfully, the two of you are called a little early. The pub is indeed loud and crowded, and youâre definitely overdressed. But at least you know what you want - Brandonâs taken you here a million times before.
Wisely, you wait until heâs downed the texmex rolls before trying for conversation again. He hums along as you talk about work, about the books youâve been reading, about the new movie you saw last week. You think itâs going pretty well, catching up on each otherâs lives, when he interrupts you mid-sentence.
âWhere was this?â
You frown. âAt the grocery storeâŚ?â
âYouâre still on that? Thought we moved on from that story.â
You donât bother finishing it, just ask him about his work. Itâs like pulling teeth. A lot of âgoodâ and âbusyâ and âsame as usual.â By the time your entree comes, youâve given up, not sure if you want to cry or just walk away to see if he even notices. He keeps checking his phone. Your fingers twitch to text Kyle, but you donât want to bother him while heâs working.
The end of dinner canât come sooner. You decline dessert when the server asks.
âProbably for the better,â Brandon tells you lowly when theyâre gone to get the check. âI think youâve put on a bit of weight. You know how you get.â
You probably have - Kyle has a sweet tooth and practically begs you to split desserts with him. Johnnyâs shares his food with you now too, grinning when you express approval for whatever high-protein dish heâs picked and shoving more at you.
As for âhow you getâ⌠Brandonâs mentioned in the past when you were heavier that you get mopey, arenât much fun to be around.
(A small part of you wonders how that would even effect him at this point. He doesnât spend enough time around you to notice if youâre mopey. Is that why tonight has been such a disasterâŚ?)
You just collect your purse and lead the way out of the pub. Itâs a quiet walk back to the car, even though Brandon seems to be in a better mood. Heâs still texting, nearly bumps into an elderly couple along the way.
Back at the apartment, he runs his hand down your side, tugs at the lace hem of your shirt.
âCareful,â you chide.
He sucks his teeth and drops his hand. âIâm just trying to be playful.â
âI know, but I like this shirt.â
He rolls his eyes. âYouâve got three just like it.â
You donât answer, know itâll lead to more useless bickering. Just tug the stupid thing over your head, ready to go to bed.
âHey now, thatâs more like it,â he drawls, fingertips running down your spine.
You jump, surprised, but play it off that his hands are cold. He makes some crass comment about warming them up, reaching for your breasts, and your stomach churns.
âI-I think I ate something bad,â you lie, all but sprinting for the bathroom.
You close the door behind you - but donât lock it. Just sit on the floor, the wall cold against your back, while you try to breathe through your spinning, conflicting thoughts.
Heâs finally giving you attention, affection. Why arenât you jumping at this opportunity to spend time with him? Not long ago, you would have been weeping with joy to have an iota of your normal relationship back. Maybe you really did eat something bad.
âHey,â Brandon calls through the door, âIâm gonna stay somewhere else tonight.â
You stare at the blank white wood, aghast. âBut Iâm sick.â
âItâs not like I can do much, is there? Except listen to you be sick all night,â he reasons. âAnd who knows. Maybe it wasnât something you ate. Maybe itâs contagious. I donât want to spend the weekend ill.â
Your eyes burn. He didnât even open the door to check. âYeah,â you agree, voice robotic, âyouâre right.â
Not even five minutes later, you hear the front door close. That almost, almost does you in. You manage to keep your lackluster dinner down, but not the tears.
You let yourself be pathetic for a few minutes, crying into your arms, folded over your knees. When you finally manage to get yourself together, itâs not Brandon you ache for. Itâs Kyle. Itâs not possible, you know. You just donât want to be alone even though the nausea is dissipating.
Sighing, you remove your ruined makeup and wash your face, climb into one of Kyleâs jumpers. At least it still smells like him. Itâs only as youâre trying to decide on a comfort show, huddled into a ball on the couch, that you remember his advice.
It takes all of fifteen seconds of debate before you scramble for your phone.
I know itâs late, but are you free, you text Johnny.
A response comes almost immediately.
Always for you, lass. You bite your lip on a tiny smile, already feeling better. Your phone buzzes again. Whatâs up?
Your thumbs hover over the keyboard for a moment as you figure out what to ask - then how to ask it.
Would you want to come to mine for movies? I donât feel goodâŚ
He answers instantly again. Ice cream not-good or Theraflu not-good?
You sniffle when you remember that being sick was a dealbreaker for your night with Brandon.
Ice cream not-good, you reply.
Say no more, hen. Be there in fifteen. Pick a good one.
You watch TikTokâs until thereâs a knock at the door. Upon answering, youâre swept up in a bear hug that lifts you off your socked feet.
âJohnny!â you cry, laughing a bit in shock.
âThere she is!â he crows, swinging you around. âBeen missinâ my best girl!â
You tell yourself the thrill in your stomach is just from him setting you down. (Itâs a harder sell when it happens again seeing his wide smile and warm blue eyes.)
âYou're ridiculous,â you huff, âIâm not your best girl.â
He arches his eyebrows. âOh, yer keepinâ track, are ye?â
âCâmon, you must have a partner or something?â you prod as you usher him inside.
âKyle mustâve told ye, hen, itâs hard in this line of work,â he explains, shrugging. âTried before but⌠usually they just end up feeling neglected, ya ken.â
You hum. Thatâs why Kyle said you and he would work so well with the open relationship - that youâd still have someone at home while he was out. That you wouldnât be alone if something happened to him.
âAnyway, this is no kinda talk for a cozy night in, now is it?â Johnny says, cutting your melancholy musing short. âCome look at what I brought ya!â
You only notice then the two grocery bags in one hand. He herds you to the couch and sets them on the coffee table for you to root through.
âMy favorite!â You exclaim when you extract the tub of ice cream.
The grin Johnny shoots you is proud. âKyle said so.â
âYou two,â you sigh happily.
Heâs also brought a squishy stuffed animal, crisps, popcorn, soda, candy, and a small collection of self-care items. You hold the face-masks up with a questioning smile.
âHeard somewhere that itâs good for ye, when yer feelinâ down.â You try not to giggle when the last word comes out sounding like âdoon.â He continues, blissfully ignorant. âHope thatâs the right shite, there was a lot to choose from.â
You throw your arms around him, chest warm. âThank you, this is perfect, Johnny.â
He circles his arm around your waist, holding you close. âAnytime, bonnie,â he murmurs into your hair.
You squeeze his shoulders as you pull away, waving one of the mask packets with a wicked little smile.
âWanna try this âshiteâ with me?â you tease.
You expect a resounding and masculine-heavy no. Instead, Johnny tilts his head consideringly for a moment, then shrugs.
âEh, why the hell not?â
You wake up the next morning to a mess of candy wrappers, discarded moisturizers, and an empty carton of ice cream. And the smell of eggs. Cartoons are playing quietly on the telly. When you yawn and sit up, youâre greeted by a cheerful Johnny at the stove, wearing your pink apron.
âMorninâ, sunshine,â he calls.
You flush and smile back, glad that you called him. âMorninâ!â
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can i put in my two cents on girldad!bakugo whose daughter got mom's quirk
cw: prohero!bkg, swearing, fem!reader, fluff and crack with a small side of angst
"yer mom's gonna fuckin' kill me if we don't get this out," he mumbles, furiously scrubbing at the splotches of rainbow paint covering his three-year-old daughter's previously white dress.
"fuckin!" his daughter echoes and he flinches.
"no, no, no. we can't say that," he says softly, kneeling down on the tile of the laundry room where she was watching him work. "mama's gonna kick my ass if she hears you swear, so we can't say that word...yet. m'kay sweetheart?"
"kick ass!" she laughs innocently, giggling as his face contorts into a mix of horror, shock, and joy. "dada, you funny," she babbles, reaching up to grab at his face. he fights the instinct to pull away, afraid of how she'd react if she looked too closely at the scars covering his face. you'd talked him through it numerous times before, but he was still scared she would be scared of all the battles etched into his skin. it was his own anxiety talking, he knew, and she must have received her empathy from you because she reached up toward her dad anyway. her little eyebrows pinch and her stubby fingers brush over the rough, discolored tissue. "dada ouchie?"
"dada ouchie long time ago, bubs," he murmurs, taking her hand and kissing her tiny nails. "but mama saved dada. and now," he lifts her from the floor and positions her comfortably on his hip, her head leaning against his shoulder, "baby needs to help save dada from mama."
"mama angry?" his daughter frowns and he nods, staring frustratedly at the pastel stains on the white fabric. "what dada do?"
"oi! it's not always my fault," he protests, leaning closer as his daughter tries to tug his hair. "though, i do admit, this is my shit to clean up."
"shit!" she repeats brightly, grinning up at him as he fondly rolls his eyes.
"i think you're doing this on purpose, you gremlin," he grunts and she smiles up at him mischievously.
"gremlin!" it's the same smirk he does, the only difference being her eyes match yours instead of his.
"you got yer dada's dirty mouth. mama's not gonna be happy, but i," he pecks a kiss on her forehead, "am ecstatic." his daughter's eyes temporarily flash emerald green and she points to the front door.
"zuzu," she informs him. he groans and bites back another curse, throwing the stained dress into a basket and hoping for the best.
"that dumbass isn't supposed to be here until six," bakugo grumbles. he adjusts his daughter and moves into the living room in time to catch a car pulling up at the curb of the house.
"dumbass!" he doesn't have time to scold her because, unfortunately, her quirk isn't done yet. while he hurries to kick any toys under the couch and wipe the faded paint off his hands, her eyes flash pink, red, and yellow a split second before a knock at the front door.
"mimi! eiji!" his daughter squeals in excitement. he sets her down so she can rush to the door, opening it to reveal a half-dozen pro heroes squished onto the front porch. she jumps straight into kirishima's open arms, a string of drool dripping from her wide smile.
"you're early," bakugo deadpans while his high school friends toe off their shoes. "wasn't expecting her to alert for another half hour." his daughter transfers from kirishima to mina, who throws her up into the air like a beach ball. "oi, watch it with her, pinky. don't be giving her a concussion."
"lighten up, bakugo," mina replies without missing a beat, tossing the squealing child again. "what's got your panties in a twist?"
"did her flight get delayed or something?" denki asks, taking the baby from mina and flying her around the room while making racecar noises. bakugo watches his daughter like a hawk, never more than five feet away from her. he won't admit that he trusts his friends, but he also knows he could never be too careful.
"nah," he frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. "i jus' fucked up, is all."
"how so?" bakugo mindlessly unpacks the various packages of chips and soda, organizing them on the kitchen counter and punching a stray balloon out of his way.
"accidentally sent her to school with the wrong dress on," he grimaces. "thought it was a different white one, but it was supposed to be the one for today." he disappears momentarily into the laundry room, re-entering with the stained white dress in his hand. "she was screamin' and cryin' about not having anything to wear for her school's paint-a-thon thing, so i just put this on her without checkin..."
"yeesh, she really did a number on this, didn't she?" kirishima says, examining the various spots of pink, blue, and green. "her mom say anything about what she was supposed to wear?"
"i didn't wanna bother her," he mumbles in shame. "you know how important this gig was for her." his friends nod, wracking their brains for how to improve the situation. it was mina's idea, originally, to host a welcome home party after you'd been overseas for a reconnaissance mission, which was why they'd all congregated at your house.
"if it means anything, i think it looks even better," she assures him with a pat on his shoulder. "the colors are nice."
"thanks, pinky. i'm just not good at this shit."
"what, being a dad? like it's hard?" kirishima clicks his tongue, lightly slapping denki on the back of his head.
"dad of a girl," bakugo corrects with a scowl, "you got sons, pikachu. don't even try me."
"i think what he means," kirishima gently interrupts after shooting denki a look, "is that you should be a little easier on yourself."
"she's just got her mom's quirk, y'know? i don't want her to grow up with a shitty dad that doesn't know how to help her develop her quirk." though your daughter could only track up to six people and locate them when they're within 100 feet, your ability to track up to 65 people and locate them on a country-wide scale made you highly desirable to agencies around the globe. with you gone, it was up to bakugo to take care of his daughter and keep the house in order, but he found himself struggling to know what decisions were the right ones.
"you're learning, bakubro, and so is she." denki gestures to your daughter sitting on the living room floor, concentrating on stacking wooden ice cream pieces. "she doesn't know what a 'bad dad' is. she just knows you, and i don't think you're a terrible dad at all." bakugo nods in lieu of answering, his cheeks heating as the rest of his friends echo their agreement.
"if this little ball of spunk is any indication of how much of you she's got in her," mina says with a fond smile, "then she's gonna be just fine." any further thoughts are halted by the front door swinging open again.
"i got the cake! we gotta put it in the fridge, though, since it might've been smushed during travel," deku announces, handing off a stack of gift boxes and catering platters to denki. "now where's my favorite girl?"
"zuzu!" on cue, she comes waddling around the corner of the couch and helps herself to her favorite uncle's shoulders, finding two fistfuls of green hair as handles.
"you better not drop my fuckin' daughter, izuku," bakugo warns. "i'll blast your ass to mercury."
"do you always swear this much with her around?"
"fuckin!"
"that's exactly what i don't think should happen," kirishima states, unsurprised. "have you been teaching her that stuff?"
"she's a smart girl. picks up on things quick, like her mama," he dodges. "speaking of, you got eyes on mama yet, baby?"
"no mama, dada," she replies. "mama home soon?"
"yeah, mama home soon, so we gotta get you ready." he's about to take his daughter off deku's shoulders when he hears mina gasp. he'd known her long enough to know that sound meant she had an idea, and those ideas weren't necessarily good ones. "you got somethin' to say, pinky?"
"let me get her ready, and i'll fix your little dress problem for you," she says cryptically. bakugo doesn't have much time to protest as his daughter is already stretching from his arms to mina's, giggling while they disappear down the hallway.
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forty-five minutes and a handful of inflated balloons later, his daughter's eyes flash neon orange, the same color your eyes flash for him. she doesn't know any other color to assign me, you theorized one night as you laid together in comfortable darkness. i guess she just associates me with you.
"welcome home!" denki excitedly opens the confetti shooter while kirishima bombards you with a sizable flower bouquet. you're standing speechless in the doorway and he watches your eyeline; it scans the room and its many shimmering balloons, paper streamers, and hero friends until it lands on him and your daughter, holding tightly to his pinky by the kitchen table. when the glitter settles, he gives her a nod, an okay to let her run to you.
"hi, my darling!" you beam, picking her up to hold her close and meet your husband's eyes over her shoulder. "and hello, my love," you murmur as his hands find your waist, pulling you close and pressing his lips to your forehead.
"missed you," he hums, his breathing finally returning to a steady rhythm for the first time in weeks. "she's been a handful."
"i'm sure she has." katsuki's expression is soft, only reserved for you and the child in your arms.
"how was the job?"
"a lot," you admit, allowing yourself to decompress now that you're home. "i can't tell if my head hurts from my quirk or the ten-hour flight," you smile tiredly.
"you got enough in the tank to entertain our friends? or do you need me to kick 'em out?"
"if it's these guys," you say, looking at the rowdy group of guests passing around plates and flatware, "of course i can."
"i guess we got more incoming," katsuki observes as another carload full of his friends arrive. "can we get you some food? baby and i will handle being welcome committee."
"well, do you, uh," you chuckle, finally acknowledging the pink-splattered elephant between you two. "do you wanna tell me why your shirt looks like you hugged a rainbow? and why her dress' stains look older?"
"oh, right. this." he looks down at his previously white button-down, now colored various shades of orange, blue, yellow, and pink to match his daughter's dress. you raise your eyebrows knowingly, already amused even before he answers.
"yeah," you smirk. "that." he shrugs, snaking a hand behind your back and leading you to the platters of dinner on the counter.
"it was paint-a-thon day."
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Our Secret
Pairing: Stepdad!Rafe x stepdaughter!Reader
Summary: Just Rafe having a thing for his stepdaughter and finally getting his wish.
Warinings: 18+, smut, stepcest (stepdadxstfepdaughter), breeding kink, p in v, unprotected sex(wrap it up), pregnancy, Rafe calling readers pussy her, (let me know if I missed any)
Wc: 1.2K
âThis is okay right?â Your voice snaps Rafeâs attention back to your face. Your mouth opens in a moan as he teases your slit. Heâs finally got you where he wants, where heâs been trying to get you for months. Endless months of teasing finally paid off and he wonât let it go. âCourse it is sweetie. Just let daddy take care of you.â Another moan falls from your puffy lips. âGod your fucking soaked. See, she wants this just as much as I do.â His fingers playfully slap your clit before entering his mouth.
The moan he lets out has you squeezing your legs together. âWhat if mom finds out?â You watch as his eyes close in contemplation. When he married your mom he did have some sort of feeling for her. Then you came back from college and you infiltrated his mind. You were the only thing he could think about anymore. Watching you walk around the house in tiny shorts and see through shirts as been the best type of torture. He felt as if he was living in a wet dream and he couldnât complain.Â
Eventually he got fed up with the teasing and decided to take action. Slowly he complimented you, brushing his hands along your skin for long periods of time. He even started to walk around the house naked pretending he forgot you were home. Itâs been fun seeing you blush and get flustered by his actions. Then when he walked by your room today and saw you sleeping in one of his old shirts. Something in him finally snapped causing him to walk in and take what he wanted.
You woke up to the feeling of someone's tongue running along your slit. When you looked down you saw it was Rafe. Realistically you knew you should have pushed him off or yelled at him. But if you are being honest you didnât want to. Having him like this is a fantasy coming to life and you couldnât pass it up. Thatâs how you got here with Rafe on top of you.
âShe doesnât need to know. Itâll be our little secret.â He expected to see more hesitation in your eyes but when he doesnât see any he takes it as his sign to keep going. Taking hold of your hand he brings it to his dick. âWhy donât you help daddy put it in. Hm?â Looking into his eyes you ease him into your entrance. Thereâs a slight sting from the way heâs stretching you out. His hands soothes your hair, letting you adjust to his size. âSo big.âÂ
He hums, placing kisses on your shoulder to distract you. âI know, baby. But look, we made it fit. You can take it right?â The way heâs talking to you right now is turning you on even more. Not to mention his voice is raspy as if heâs trying to hold himself back. Lifting your hips you signal for him to move. Wet noises are heard every time he thrust back into you. This is the wettest youâve ever been with someone.Â
Rafeâs thrust picks up in pace, pounding you into oblivion. âSuch a perfect pussy. Look at how good she takes me.â Placing a hand behind your neck, he lifts it so you can see how easily he slides in and out. Feeling and watching him at the same time is overwhelming. The way he hits the deepest part of you is addicting. Gathering a glob of spit he lets it drop right on your clit. A whimper falls from your lips, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip to stop the noises from coming out.
âNah, don't hide now. Want to hear you as I fuck you.â His thumb pulls your lip out as his hand rests on your cheek. To keep yourself from losing your mind you take his thumb in your mouth sucking on it. Even though he wants to hear you, he lets it slide. Seeing you in this position is enough satisfaction for him today. âFuck I could just cum right in you.â You pussy clenches around him. The moan you let out vibrates his hand.Â
Locking eyes with you he smirks. âDonât worry sweetie, I'll do it. Gonna watch you get bigger with my baby.â His head dips between his shoulders. Taking the thumb out of your mouth he meets your clit, applying firm pressure. Quickly you cum all over his dick, soaking him more than he already was. âWhat about mom?â You moan out. He tries to shake the thought of her out of his mind, trying to focus on just you. But the way you look at him tells you this wonât be dropped.
âYouâll just live here with us. Weâll be a family and she wonât know.â He can see that the idea sparks a fire in you. God how he hopes you let him do it. The idea of you having his kid is enough to have him cumming in you everyday. âBut youâll still sleep with her?â The pout you have makes him stop. Stilling inside you he lays his body weight on you. âDonât be like that. I gotta keep up the impression so she doesnât know.â The pout only gets worse.
Truth be told he would divorce your mom and marry you right now if itâs what you want. But he knows how much you love your mom. It would ruin your relationship so this is the only option. âIâll use a condom. The only one I want to fill up and have my kids is you.â He follows his sentence with a powerful thrust. Heâs so close to cumming and heâs itching for the release.
Kissing the corner of your mouth he nips at the skin. âSheâs always gone anyway. Just be us, sheâll never know.â Now that you think of it the plan would work. Your mom is always away on âbusinessâ and is never here. You could just say it was a one night stand. âThink about how swollen youâll be. Iâd fill you up everyday to make sure it sticks.â That was the nail in the coffin. Rafe moans loudly as he fills you up.Â
He lays on top of you for a few minutes. When he pulls away he uses the tip of his dick to keep you plugged. Reaching above your head he yanks a pillow down. He manhandles you, lifting your hips to shove the pillow underneath. âStay just like that sweetie. Gonna make sure you donât lose any.â
âŁâŁâŁâŁâŁ
You and Rafe have been sleeping with each other for three months now. Your mom came home for two weeks and barely noticed him spending the nights in your bed. The last two weeks youâve been feeling off. Getting sick out of nowhere and constantly being tired. Rafe has been worried but you kept pushing it off saying it was nothing.Â
Walking into Rafeâs office you round his desk and hug him from behind. âHi Rafey.â Looking over his shoulder he kisses you. âHi sweet baby. How you feeling?â His hands drag you onto his lap. âThatâs exactly what I wanted to talk to you about.â He can tell youâre nervous. You keep avoiding eye contact and are fidgeting with his shirt. Sitting up he pulls you a bit closer.
âWhatâs wrong?â Giving him a sheepish smile you pull out something from your back pocket. Heâs confused as you hang him a rectangular object. Looking down he blankly stares at the pregnancy test in his hands. Thereâs no way this is real. Snapping his head up to you he gives you the widest smile. âReally?â
âSurprise.â
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illicit affairs - part two | r.c
summary:
"Speaking of, why donât you stay over tonight? Itâs late, and I donât want you walking home by yourself.â
âYouâre not gonna drive me?â You asked with a pout and he rolled his eyes.
âIâm too tired, donât make me. Just stay over.â
âWhat? And leave in the morning like Iâm one of your hook ups? Please.â
OR; Rafe makes an outrageous suggestion and you? You give in.
pairing: rafe cameron x reader
warnings: mention of drugs, talk about sex (nothing graphic yet) but the later parts will have smut, so 18+ MDNI!
word count: 2k
author's note: pt. two out so soon?? there's gotta be smth fishy going on đ¤we finally get into the PLOT! i hope you enjoy my lovelies, don't forget to leave a comment/like/reblog or share your thoughts with me in the inbox.
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pt. two: "it's born from just one single glance"
A week after the party, it was the first Friday in a while where the four of you didnât go to a party. After spending a day out of the sea to test out Topperâs new boat, you got picked up some pizza and settled down in Rafeâs living room, where you were still in the same spot several hours later. The empty pizza cartons were stacked on the floor and the four of you strewn out on the couch and various seats.
âYou want another drink?â
Rafe was waving his empty glass in front of you, a lonely ice cube clinking in it, an expected eyebrow raised.
You squinted at him, nodding. âCan you get me a coke please?â
âSure.â
Kelce perked up in his seat at the prospect of another drink. âHey, can you get me another beer?â
âNo,â Rafe answered, without even looking back as he left for the kitchen. âYou know where the fridge is.â
âWhat?â Kelce muttered with a frown, looking over to you as he slumped back down. âYou know where the fridge is, why is he getting you a coke?â
You only shrugged with a grin, making yourself comfortable on the couch now that you had more space, while Topper clapped Kelce on the back in consolation.
âCome on man, you know sheâs his favorite.â
âHey!â
Grabbing a pillow from the couch, you shucked it at Topper, making him yelp when it hit him square in the face.
âDonât talk about me like Iâm not right next to you,â you scowled. âAnd Iâm not Rafeâs favorite.â
âYouâre a clown if you actually believe that.â
âFuck you, youâre a clown.â
Topper tossed the pillow back at you, narrowly missing your head by an inch and the pillow fell to the floor behind the couch, landing just in front of Rafeâs feet as he returned.
âI was gone for five minutes, what are you guys fighting about now?â
âPrecious over here thinks sheâs not your favorite.â
You glowered at the other two boys, while Rafe settled back on the couch next to you, pressing a can of coke into your hands. He took a sip of his drink, eyeing you briefly and shrugged, pursing his lips in agreement.
âNah, youâre definitely my favorite.â
You stuck your tongue out at Topper when he gave you a knowing look, instead focusing on opening your coke. âWhatever. It doesnât mean anything, you two shitheads donât make it hard for me to be anyoneâs favorite.â
âThe fuck is that supposed to mean?â Kelce grunted with a frown and you raised a brow at him.
âYou literally had sex in Rafeâs bed last year,â you said, before turning your attention to Topper. âAnd youâre still obsessed with Sarah.â
Rafe let out a noise, making clear that he was fully agreeing with you. âWhat she said.â
Topper, while satisfied he had proven his point, still rolled his eyes and Kelce crossed his arms, annoyed.
âI hate it when they team up like this.â
âShut up and get your beer.â
The next couple of hours passed easily, just as it always did when the four of you came together to talk shit. While you did enjoy going to parties every now and then, you really appreciated just hanging out with your friends and talking about everything and nothing in the safety of the four walls of Rafeâs home.
Only you and your boys. Just the way you liked it.
âAlright, I think itâs time for me to go,â Topper said, breaking up the group with a yawn, shaking his head to stay awake as he sat up. âIâm beat.â
âCan you give me a ride?â Kelce asked, standing up and Topper nodded, turning to you.
âDo you need me to drop you off too?â
You stretched your arms, legs long draped over Rafeâs lap as you laid lengthwise on the couch. It was nearing one am and you really should make your way home, but you were far too comfortable to move, having spent most of the day in the sun, which was catching up to you now.
âI think I might stay for a while longer, thanks though.â
Topper clicked his tongue, ruffling your hair, messing it up for good measure as he and Kelce said their good byes, their voices getting quieter as they strolled to the front, the door shutting in its hinges. It wasnât long after until you could heard Topperâs truck start, and then pull off the estate grounds.
Finally, it was quiet enough for you to hear the music, which was drowned out by Kelceâs constant yapping. You loved him but he was such a chatter box when he drank beer.
âIsnât Sarah coming home tonight?â you asked into the sudden quietness, combing through your hair with your fingers, trying to get rid of the knots that have formed since youâd laid on the couch for the whole night. The estate had been quiet apart from the four of you causing raucous in the living room.
âPlease,â Rafe scoffed. âSheâs staying with John B more nights than not, Iâm this close to kicking her out for real.â
âOh come on,â you laughed, leaning up to shove his arm a little. âSheâs in love. Leave her alone. And donât act like you donât enjoy being the man of the house and having it all to yourself.â
Rafe grinned to himself, shrugging his shoulders a bit like you werenât absolutely right. Like you said, you knew him. âEh. Maybe. House tends to get a little quiet sometimes... Speaking of, why donât you stay over tonight? Itâs late, and I donât want you walking home by yourself.â
âYouâre not gonna drive me?â You asked with a pout and he rolled his eyes.
âIâm too tired, donât make me. Just stay over.â
âWhat? And leave in the morning like Iâm one of your hook ups? Please.â
âGive me a break,â Rafe huffed. âYou know damn well youâre not one of my hook ups. They donât get to stay till the morning,â he paused, turning his head to look at you inquisitively, and you knew that look all too well. He was about to be nosy. âWhat about yours, anyways?â
âMy what?â
âYour hook ups, precious. Havenât seen anyone around since Jack.â
You shrugged. âCuz there wasnât anyone else since Jack, you know that. And he wasnât a hook up, he was my boyfriend.â
He was quiet, but you could basically hear the gears in his head turning. âI know youâre not into hook ups and shit, but donât you need to get off sometimes?â
âAnd risk hooking up with weirdos like Moany? No thank you. I donât need anyone else to get off.â
Rafe rolled his eyes. âI know, jesus. Iâm just saying⌠Sex by yourself isnât as good as sex with another person. If you know what they like. Not everyone has freaky requests like Monique. And if youâre compatible, you know the sex can be insane.â
You eyed him suspiciously, not sure if you liked which direction this was going. He wasnât about to suggest the two of you having sexâŚ. Right? Because that would be just crazy.
â⌠jusâ getting sick of having to get to know a new girl every time, âs exhausting.â
âYou know you can have sex with a person more than once right?â
Rafe scoffed, leaning his hands behind his head. âYeah, but then they start getting comfortable. I donât need that right now.â
You waved your hands around, trying to stop Rafeâs train of thought before it could get any further.
âRafe, stop beating around the bush. The fuck are you on right now?â
He swirled his drink around, downing the last of it before shoving the glass on the table, looking at you.
âWhat if⌠We fucked?â
âWhat?â you stared at him incredulously, like he had just grown a second head.
âI mean, not relationship wise. Casual. Friends with benefits.â
âFriends with benefits,â you echoed, dryly. âAre you insane?â
Rafe scoffed, shaking his head at you, not bothering with a reply. You thought that was the end of it, trying to calm your heart down, as it was nearly jumping out of your throat, when you felt Rafeâs hand splaying across your bare legs. His fingers brushed your inner thigh, making you tense and you glared up at him.
âSeriously Rafe?â
âSeriously Rafe?â Rafe mocked you, reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ear, the other hand starting to trace circles into the skin of your thigh, like it was the most normal thing for him to do. âWe both know that if you didnât want me touching you, youâd have kicked me half ways across the room already.â
You wanted to protest, but your words died halfway down your tongue, knowing it was no use with the way Rafe was looking at you. Also, he was a 100% right. Turning away, you stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore how his finger tips left your skin tingling, thinking of the most random things to calm yourself down.
There was no use of lying to yourself, a part of you wanted to say yes.
You knew Rafe didnât do relationships, has never had a girlfriend in all the years youâd been friends. What if being friends with benefits was the closest thing you could be for Rafe? Not only his best friend, but a step further? What if this was all you could get with him?
âThis is a bad idea.â
âWhy?â
âYouâre my best friend.â
âExactly. Youâre my best friend, I donât have to tell you anything because you know exactly what I like and what I donât.â
âNot when it comes to sex!â
âOkay okay, calm down, I was just making a suggestion.â
Rafe trailed off, dropping the topic, his fucking hand still on your thigh. He wasnât looking at you, but you could tell that he was biting back a grin, and you hated to think that you were going to give in.
âWeâre not telling anyone, you hear me? Not a single soul. Especially not Top and Kelce, they would never let us live this down.â
He turned his head, the corner of his mouth ticking up knowingly. He was your best friend after all, he knew what to say to convince you of his argument. âThose two knuckleheads donât need to know everything we do,â Rafe said as he leaned in, but you stopped him halfway, your hand on his chest.
âIf this affects our friendship in any way, or orâŚ. If it gets awkward or someone⌠Just, we stop, okay? No lying to get your dick wet.â
âHave I ever lied to you, precious?â
âUh, yes. Remember when you, Top and Kelce snuck into my gard- oomph.â
Your sentence was cut short when Rafe pressed his lips against you in a soft kiss, his hand cupping the back of the neck. He pulled away, his breath hot on your face. Your lips parted a bit, shock coursing through your veins. You had wondered how it would feel to kiss Rafe for so long, and you had to admit, that the real deal was so much better than anything you couldâve imagined.
âYou talk too much,â he mumbled against your lips and you rolled your eyes, brought out of your haze. This was still Rafe. Your best friend.
âShut up.â
Fisting his shirt, you pulled him closer to you, lips hot as they interlocked. He leaned forward, both of his knees bracketing your waist, one hand moving from the back of your neck to the front, so he could cup your face. Suddenly, you were surrounded by him and if you werenât so distracted by Rafeâs tongue slipping into your mouth, youâd be freaking out right now. This felt like a fever dream; your hands moving automatically down his torso, sneaking under his shirt, nails grazing his chiseled abs and when Rafe let out a honest to god whimper, you knew you were done for.
There was no going on back.
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giving rafe a handjob at a party
warnings! semi public⌠relations?, alcohol and drug mention, intoxicated sexual acts, bf!rafe, daddy kink, dom!rafe, handjob, spit kink? maybe?, thigh riding, cumming in pants, dirty talk, lmk if i missed anything!
737 words. headcannons/drabble. Š 2tarbell 2024
you arenât surprised when you feel your boyfriends incessant tug on your skirt, urging you away from the crowded living room.
he was already needy for attention and affection when he wasnât intoxicated. but give him some alcohol and half of a joint you two split and rafe was almost pathetic.
you canât deny him, not when he looks down at you with those hooded eyes, pupil almost swallowing the blue you adore so much. he mumbles drunkenly, voice a sexy rumble against your ear as you lean back against him.
âmmf⌠âm so goddamn hard right now⌠need you soâ so bad, sugarâ câmon, please?â
soon enough youâre locked away in a bathroom with him, trying to keep up with his sloppy kisses. youâre just as needy at this point, grinding yourself against the leg he slotted between yours. itâs messy and makes you feel like a teenager again, heart racing as your pebbled nipples press into his hard chest.
rafe is already bucking his hips when you reach between your bodies, hand urgently cupping his growing bulge. heâs wrapping a hand around your throat when you feel him throb through the fabric.
the sounds he makes only get you wetter and wetter, you canât stop yourself from pulling him out of his boxers and pants, leaving them unbuttoned haphazardly. his jaw falls open, breaking the kiss and he breathes heavily into your mouth. ( âjeeeeesuuuuusââ)
itâs so incredibly hot the way his hips roll into your fist, incoherent praises fall from his kiss swollen lips. the pleasure making it hard for him to keep kissing you.
you almost fall to your knees seconds later when rafe pulls your hand off him by your wrist and spits into your palm. itâs so dirty, you choke out a whineâ
âhey, hey, shhâ jusâ keep strokinâ daddyâs cock, yeah? yâmaking me feel sooo good, sweetheart, câmon.â
you move with more purpose, wanting to hear more of his gravelly praise and groans. the slick sound of you jerking him off fills the air, accompanied by his stuttering breaths and the muffled music from the ongoing party.
at a certain point, rafe begins to just fuck your fist, lips pressed hotly to your ear. you hear every hitch and growl he makes and it causes you to grind on his thigh again.
your dress is now entirely bunched at your hips, weeping cunt leaving messy wet marks through your panties on his khakis each time he squeezes your throat.
maybe itâs the drinks you had, or the weed, or maybe itâs just rafe, but you find yourself approaching an orgasm around the same time his voice starts to take on a desperate edge.
âoh mâgodâ yeah, yeah⌠so dirty fâme, huh? â gonna make me, fuckinââ cumââ
you feel the weight of his sticky release shoot all over your hand, feeling pride at the tight furrow of his brow as he groans out your name. you stop seeking your own release, focusing instead on prolonging his pleasure.
he continues to thrust and meet your movements for a few seconds, watching your hand with half lidded eyes and a gasping mouth before he falls slack into you. his face nuzzles into your neck. lips leaving searing kisses in thanks.
rafe takes hold of your hip with one hand, the other firmly grasping your neck, his voice never stopping the whispered dirty talk into your ear. he moves you back and forth even faster.
ânah, keep goinâ⌠naughty girl⌠getting off on mâthigh like thisâ andâ and in public? such a fuckinâ slut, huh?â
itâs not long before youâre cumming in your panties, the roll of your hips guided by his large hands just right, making your eyes roll back. rafeâs words becoming muffled white noise.
itâs sweet the way he holds you as you clean each other up, rafe washing your hand off delicately, pressing kisses to the crown of your head. drunk off the moment and the night of flowing alcohol. itâs the complete opposite of the nasty words spewed just minutes prior.
him chuckling in a daze as he pulls your dress back down. cupping your pussy teasingly, he feels the sticky fabric. his voice a slur of pleasure and intoxication as he urges you back to his place.
âyâdid so good, baby⌠letâs jusâ, uh, letâs get outta here. âm tryna fuck you âfore i pass out tonight.â
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THOUGHT OF CALLIN' YA, BUT YOU WON'T PICK UP / 'NOTHER FORTNIGHT LOST IN AMERICA / MOVE TO FLORIDA IOWA, BUY THE CAR YOU WANT / BUT IT WON'T START UP 'TIL YOU TOUCH, TOUCH, TOUCH ME âââ PBâľ (part 2/2)
⪠requested -> paige and ex gf!reader that plays on iowa where theres a lot of tension on the court bc they ended on rough terms but u can see that they still care abt each other yet have to prioritize the game // hii could u write for paige x ex gf iowa!reader where they play against each other in the final four and everyone can tell theres sm tension on the court between them bc they ended on rough terms ? they still care abt each other a lot but r forced to put those feelings aside for the sake of the game (but they def had a talk afterwards) - u can make it so that iowa still won or uconn won i think either one would be interesting ! tysm ⍠part one!!!!!!!!!!!!
â warnings | dramatic as FUCK, resolution type shit, iowa v. uconn but like i changed a bunch of stuff so it's not "canon" to real life LMAO. uhhh angst?? idk?? HAPPY ENDINGGG!!!!!!!
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APRIL 1, 2024
THE AIR WAS ELECTRIC in the arena as the final buzzer sounded, sealing UConnâs victory over USC in the 2024 NCAA Finals.
Confetti rained down, and the deafening roar of the crowd filled the space as the Huskies celebrated their hard-fought win. Paige Bueckers, at the center of it all, was surrounded by her teammates, hugging and shouting in excitement.
Hours later, the team was at an afterparty, the celebratory atmosphere continuing. Music blared, and laughter filled the room as the players enjoyed their victory. Paige, drink in hand, was beaming, her joy evident to everyone around her. She had worked so hard for this moment, and it was everything she had hoped for. She overcame her ACL injury and everyone who had doubted her, she'd â no, they'd â made it to the Final Four.
As Paige moved through the crowd, accepting congratulations and sharing in the excitement, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, glancing at the screen. It was a news alert about the NCAA tournament brackets.
"Iowa knocked out LSU," Paige read aloud, her brow furrowing. The notification showed that Iowa had defeated LSU in a close game, securing their spot in the next round. This meant that UConn would be playing against Iowa next, and therefore against Y/N L/N.
The realization hit Paige like a ton of bricks. She stood still for a moment, the noise and celebration around her fading into the background. She was going to have to play against you.
The same Y/N who had been such a significant part of her life (arguably was the most important part), who she had argued with and ultimately lost, who had moved on and found success elsewhere.
A mix of emotions surged through Paige â anxiety, determination, and a hint of sadness. She hadn't seen you played alongside you since your explosive breakup and your transfer to Iowa. Now, they were going to face each other on one of the biggest stages in their collegiate careers.
Nika noticed Paige's sudden change in demeanor and walked over. "Hey, what's up? You look like you've seen a ghost, we won the game, remember?" she tried to lighten the mood as she smiled.
Paige forced a smile, shaking her head slightly. "Nah, it's just... LSU lost to Iowa. We're going to have to play them next."
Nika raised an eyebrow, understanding dawning in her eyes. "Oh. Y/N."
"Yeah," Paige replied, taking a sip of her drink to steady herself. "Y/N."
Aaliyah joined them, catching the tail end of the conversation. "What about Y/N?"
Paige sighed, glancing between her friends. "We're going to play against her in the next round. Iowa knocked LSU out."
Aaliyah gave a sympathetic nod. "Oh shit. That's... that's going to be intense."
"Tell me about it," Paige muttered. She took a deep breath, trying to push aside the personal turmoil and focus on the challenge ahead. "But we have to be ready. This isn't just about me and Y/N. It's about the team. We have to win."
Nika clapped Paige on the shoulder, offering a reassuring smile. "Exactly. And we will. You've got this, P. We'll face whatever comes our way together."
It left a bitter taste in their mouth, Y/N â their (besides Paige, obviously) good friend and old teammate â now, they had to knock her out or vice versa.
Aaliyah, sensing Paige's inner turmoil, leaned in closer. "Paige, you've always been one of the strongest people we know. You can handle this. And who knows, maybe facing Y/N will bring some closure."
Paige nodded, appreciating Nika's words. "Yeah, maybe. It just feels... complicated."
Nika chimed in, her tone supportive yet firm. "It is complicated, but remember why we're here. We've worked too hard to let anything distract us now. We owe it to ourselves and to our fans to give it our all."
Paige took a deep breath, steeling herself. "You're right. This is about the team and our goal. We need to stay focused."
Aubrey, who had been quiet, suddenly spoke up. "Y/N is a great player, but so are we. Weâve got each other's backs, and thatâs what matters. Weâre Huskies, and we fight together."
The next day, practice was intense. The team worked tirelessly, their focus razor-sharp. Coach Geno was relentless, pushing them to their limits. Paige appreciated the rigorous drills, as they helped distract her from her thoughts about Y/N.
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"Didn't you like, date Paige?" Gabbie spoke up as she glanced toward you, a curious expression on her face. "Like, Paige Bueckers at UConn?"
Everyone was in your hotel room, trying to recover from the afterparty last night. LSU was a hard fought win and everyone was really feeling the win, especially after the controversy from last year so obviously that meant drinks with the team.
Gabbie and Jada were on your bed, Kate had her head on your shoulder as Caitlin struggled to keep her eyes open, despite her laying upright in the chair.
Kate's head perked up at the name, looking up to gauge your expression. It'd been a while since someone (other than reporters) asked you about her, your heart skipping a beat at the mention. The only people who really knew what really happened were Caitlin and Kate, you didn't want to open up about it to anyone else.
Caitlin's eyes opened as she gave you a look. She wanted to speak up before you answered, giving her a nod.
"Yeah, uh a while back." You answered with a nervous smile, feeling the weight of everyone's attention. The room, filled with the soft sounds of recovery and idle conversation, seemed to focus in on you for a moment.
Gabbie raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Wow, that's wild. Must be kind of crazy having to play against your ex in such a big game."
Kate shifted slightly, giving you a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder. Caitlin, still half-asleep, managed a supportive smile. You appreciated their silent encouragement.
"Yeah, it can be," you admitted, trying to keep your voice steady. "But at the end of the day, it's about the game and the team. Weâre all here to win."
Jada, who had been quietly listening, chimed in. "Thatâs a good mindset. Itâs gotta be tough, but youâre been handling it really well. Better than me,"
"Thanks," you replied, feeling a bit more at ease. "I just try to focus on what I can control. And right now, that's playing my best for the team."
Caitlin's eyes fully opened now, her gaze steady on you. "And you've been killing it. We wouldn't be here without you."
"Same goes for you, Cait," you responded, grateful for her unwavering support. "Weâre all in this together."
Gabbie still seemed curious but nodded, respecting the boundaries you had set. "Well, for what it's worth, I think it's pretty badass. Turning something tough into motivation like that."
"Yeah," Kate added, her voice gentle. "And besides, weâve got your back no matter what."
The room fell back into a comfortable rhythm, the conversation shifting to lighter topics. You felt a wave of relief, glad that the subject had been handled with sensitivity by your teammates. It reminded you of why you loved this team so much â their understanding, their support, and their ability to focus on what truly mattered.
As the evening wore on, you found yourself thinking about the upcoming game against UConn. It was inevitable that facing Paige would stir up old emotions, but you knew you were ready. Your time with Iowa had been transformative, helping you grow not just as a player, but as a person.
You had a team that believed in you, and you believed in them. That was enough to face any challenge, even one as personal as this.
The next day at practice, the atmosphere was intense but focused. The coaches ran through plays, strategies, and drills, emphasizing teamwork and communication. You felt a renewed sense of determination, ready to give it your all.
After practice, Caitlin and Kate approached you, their expressions serious yet supportive. "You good?" Caitlin asked, her concern evident.
"Yeah," you said, nodding. "I'm ready."
Kate smiled, her eyes reflecting pride. "Weâre gonna crush it. Together."
You smiled back, feeling the warmth of their support. "Yeah, we are."
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APRIL 5, 2024
"And here we are folks, the most anticipated of the season! The NCAA Women's Basketball Championship Final Four is about to tip off, featuring the Iowa Hawkeyes against the UConn Huskies!" The commentator's voice boomed through the packed arena, the excitement palpable among the sea of fans.
The camera panned over the teams warming up on the court. The Iowa Hawkeyes, led by their star player Caitlin Clark and Y/N L/N, looked focused and determined. On the other side, the UConn Huskies, with their legendary coach Geno Auriemma and standout players like Paige Bueckers and Nika Muhl, were equally intense.
"Tonight's matchup is not just a clash of two powerhouse teams, but a story of redemption and rivalry." The commentator continued. "Y/N L/N, former UConn star, now shining with Iowa, will face off against her old team. This game has all the makings of an instant classic."
Kate stood behind you, giving your shoulders squeeze as you let out a surprised yelp. "Ow!"
Kate smiled as she put her arm around you. "You nervous?"
You laughed, shaking off the nerves. "A little bit. It's a big game."
Kate squeezed your shoulder again, this time more gently. "You've got this, Y/N. We've all got your back. Just play your game."
You nodded, taking a deep breath. "Thanks, Kate. That means a lot."
As the team huddled up for a final pep talk, Caitlin took the lead. "This is our moment. We've worked hard to get here, and now it's time to finish what we started. Play for each other, leave everything on the court, and let's bring that trophy home!"
The team roared in agreement, the energy palpable as you broke the huddle and took your positions on the court. You were guarding Paige, that was the ultimate goal for you â make sure she does not score.
As you walked to the court, your gazes met and your heart sank. She looked determined, her eyes sharp and focused, a mirror of your own intensity. Her blue eyes carried years of memories, both beautiful and painful. There was a time when those eyes looked at you with nothing but love. Now, they were filled with a competitive fire, and something else â something you couldnât quite place.
But you also knew that you were ready. You had trained for this, prepared for this, and you were not going to let her outshine you. She looked you up and down, but she kept her lips shut as you took your position.
Paige moved quickly, weaving through your teammates with a grace that was almost mesmerizing. But you were right there with her, matching her stride for stride. Every pivot, every fake â you were there, anticipating her moves as if you were still in sync, like you had been during the best of times.
The whistle blew, and the game began. The crowd's cheers became a distant roar as you zeroed in on Paige. Paige moved quickly, weaving through your teammates with a grace that was almost mesmerizing. She tried to shake you off with a quick pivot, but you anticipated her move and stayed in front of her, blocking her path to the basket.
You were right there with her, matching her stride for stride. Every pivot, every fake â you were there, anticipating her moves as if you were still in sync, like you had been during the best of times.
Right from the start, the intensity was through the roof. UConn came out strong, with Paige leading the charge. She was as formidable as ever, hitting shots from all over the court and orchestrating the offense with precision. But Iowa matched their intensity, with Caitlin and you leading the charge.
"Clark drives to the basket... passes to L/N... she shoots... and it's good! Y/N L/N ties the game at 20!" the commentator exclaimed.
As the game progressed, the physical exertion mirrored the emotional toll. Each bump, each shove, was a reminder of the walls that had gone up between you two. You could hear the crowd, the commentators, your coach shouting instructions, but it all faded into the background.
All you could focus on was Paige, everything about her almost felt like a ghost of someone who you'd known intimately but had somehow become a stranger. The familiarity of her movements, the way she dribbled the ball, the sheer determination in her eyes â it all brought back memories that you had tried so hard to bury.
As the game progressed, those memories kept flooding back. Late-night talks after practice, shared laughter over inside jokes, the way her hand used to fit perfectly in yours. Each interaction on the court was laden with unspoken words, with the weight of what once was and what could never be again.
In a particularly intense moment, Paige drove to the basket, and you fouled her hard, sending her sprawling to the floor. Time seemed to slow as you reached out a hand to help her up, your eyes locking onto hers. The crowd's noise dimmed, and for a brief second, it felt like it was just the two of you.
"I'm fine," she said, brushing off your hand and getting up on her own. But her voice was softer, lacking the sharp edge it had carried since the breakup.
"Sorry," you muttered, more for everything unspoken between you than for the foul itself.
She gave a curt nod, her expression unreadable as she walked to the free-throw line. You could see the conflict in her eyes, the same one that mirrored your own. Despite the competitive fire, there was an undeniable connection that neither of you could ignore, could ever ignore.
Midway through the first half, there was a brief pause in play. Paige looked over at you, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. "You're really making this tough," she said, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips.
"Just doing my job," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. Inside, you were a whirlwind of emotions.
The first half ended with both teams neck and neck. In the locker room, Coach Blunder gave a rousing speech, but your mind was elsewhere. You couldnât stop thinking about Paige â the good times, the bad, and everything in between. The harsh words exchanged during the breakup, the regret that followed, and the lingering hurt that neither of you had ever fully addressed.
Each glance, each brush of your arms, felt like an electric shock. It was more than just a battle for victory; it was a confrontation of your shared past and the emotions you had both tried to suppress.
Back on the court, the tension was palpable. "Paige on the drive... she dishes it out to the wing, but L/N intercepts! What a defensive play!" The commentatorâs voice boomed, but you barely registered it, too focused on the person right in front of you.
In a brief moment when the ball was out of play, Paige walked up beside you. "You're playing good, L/N," she said, breathless but sincere. It was the first civil thing she had said to you in months.
"Thanks," you replied, your heart aching. "You too."
The final minutes of the game were a blur. With the score tied and the clock winding down, Paige had the ball. She drove towards the basket, and you were right there with her. She went up for a shot, and you blocked it, the ball flying out of bounds. The whistle blew, and UConn called a timeout.
As both teams huddled up, coach emphasized the importance of the next play. "This is it. One more stop, and we win this."
When the game resumed, UConn inbounded the ball to Paige. She glanced at you, her expression a mix of determination and something else â something softer. She made a move towards the basket, but you stayed with her, your eyes never leaving hers. She pulled up for a jumper, and you leapt, your hand just grazing the ball enough to alter its trajectory.
"Caitlin grabs the rebound... she sprints down the court... passes to L/N... Y/N for the win... and it's in! Iowa takes the lead with seconds to spare!"
The buzzer sounded, and the gym erupted in cheers. Your teammates rushed to embrace you, lifting you high as the reality of your victory set in. You had done it. You had faced off against one of the best â and your ex â and emerged victorious.
You felt the tears of happiness trail down your face uncontrollably as you shouted, "We did it! We actually did it!" Your voice was almost drowned out by the roar of the crowd and the jubilation of your team.
As you were carried around in celebration, your eyes searched for Paige. Despite the euphoria of the win, there was a part of you that needed to see her, to understand her reaction. You spotted her near the sidelines, her expression a mixture of disappointment and quiet acceptance.
Gently, you extricated yourself from your teammates' embrace and made your way over to her. The noise of the gym seemed to fade into the background as you approached. Paige looked up, meeting your gaze with those familiar blue eyes that had once been your world, except now they were teary eyed.
"Uh, congrats, Y/N." She sniffled, her voice steady but soft. There was a depth of emotion in her eyes, a mix of pride and sadness that tugged at your heart.
"Thanks, Paige," you replied, your voice catching slightly. "You played an amazing game. You always do."
She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "You too. You deserved this win."
There was a moment of silence, a charged pause where the weight of your shared history hung between you. Finally, you broke the silence.
"I'm sorry," you whispered suddenly, your stomach twisting in gulit.
Paige scoffed, shaking her head. "For what? Playing your best? Don't apologize-"
"No. For having to be the one to take you guys out. I mean... you guys are my family," you felt your own tears build up in your eyes. "Were my family," you corrected quickly.
Paige's expression softened, her teary eyes locking onto yours. "We are a family, that doesn't just go away. But you have your own path to follow, Y/N. And it's okay. We all knew this day might come."
You felt a lump in your throat, struggling to find the right words. "I just... I never wanted it to end like this, with us on opposite sides."
Paige reached out, her hand finding yours and squeezing it gently and it felt like how it did, two years ago. "Life doesn't always go the way we want, but that doesn't mean what we had wasn't real or important. We grew together, and now we're growing apart. It's part of the journey."
You nodded, swallowing hard. "I just hope we can find our way back to being friends, someday."
Paige's smile was bittersweet. "Maybe. But even if we don't, know that I still care about you, and I always will. I never... I never meant what I said, I swear. I'm not angry anymore, I'm just proud."
The tears spilled over, but you managed to smile through them. "Thank you, Paige. That means more than you know."
Before you could even process it, Paige pulled you into a tight hug. She buried her face in your neck as you felt your tears flow freely, her breaths coming in hiccups. You hugged her back just as tightly, feeling the familiar warmth and comfort you had once known so well.
Her lips found your temple, pressing a kiss on to it. You squeezed her tighter, but it was a cathartic release, a letting go of all the hurt and tension that had built up over the past years.
After what felt like an eternity, Paige pulled back slightly, her eyes red and puffy but filled with a kind of peace. Before she could say it, you felt someone's hands on your back. You met the eyes of Nika, pulling her into a hug.
And soon, the seniors of your old team surrounded you, taking their own turn in hugging you and congratulating you. It was bittersweet moment, reunion tinged with the pain of separation but also the joy of shared memories and accomplishments. Each hug brought a new rush of memories, a reminder of the bond you had shared with these incredible women.
"Well, what a remarkable sight we're witnessing right now," the lead commentator said, his voice tinged with emotion. "It's not just about the victory for Iowa or the hard-fought battle for UConn. This is a moment of true sportsmanship and personal connection. You can see the genuine respect and love these players have for each other, transcending the rivalry and the outcome of the game."
His co-commentator nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. It's moments like these that remind us why we love sports. It's not just about the competition, it's about the camaraderie and the human stories behind the game. These athletes have given everything on the court, but off the court, they are still friends, still a family in many ways."
The camera panned across the court, capturing the emotional reunions and heartfelt embraces. It zoomed in on you and Paige, still holding hands and exchanging a few final words. The commentators fell silent for a moment, letting the images speak for themselves.
As you walked away, you felt a sense of closure. It wasn't the perfect resolution, but it was a step in the right direction. You turned back to your teammates, who had been watching the exchange with quiet understanding.
Kate came up to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "How are you feeling?" she asked gently.
You took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm settle over you. "Better. Lighter, somehow."
Kate smiled and squeezed your shoulder. "Good. Now let's go celebrate!"
You laughed, the sound light and free. "Yeah, let's do that."
As you joined your teammates in the celebration, the noise and excitement of the gym washed over you. For the first time in a long while, you felt truly at peace. The future was still uncertain, but you knew you had the strength and support to face whatever came next. And that was enough.
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"I just hope we can find our way back to being friends, someday."
"Maybe. But even if we don't, know that I still care about you, and I always will. I never... I never meant what I said, I swear. I'm not angry anymore, I'm just proud."
ESPN, APRIL 2025 Reunited Once Again | Paige Bueckers and Y/N L/N Embrace as Teammates Once Again with the LA Sparks
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WBC!Carl Gallagher x Rich/Northside!reader
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Your private school requires you to do community service, and youâre assigned to help out at a youth center in the Southside. Itâs far from your usual environment, and you feel a bit out of place, but youâre determined to make the best of it. You could've gone to the pet center, like the other girls your age, but you desperately needed to get out of suburbia. Carl, who occasionally visits the center for free meals or to hang out, notices you the moment you walk in. Youâre clearly not from around here, and heâs instantly curious about why someone like you would be spending time in his hood. At first, Carlâs interactions with you are laced with sarcasm and teasing. He pokes fun at your clean-cut appearance and the way you seem so out of your element, but thereâs no real malice behind his wordsâ mostly curiosity. I mean remember this is still Carl, just in the body of a wanna-be gangster
You actually responded to his quips just as quickly as he spoke them, but you also spoke with interest, most of it in your appearance
I'd believe that you aren't full a nepo baby, I like to headcanon that you'd be half or part southside, having spent time there young and maybe one of your parents married rich and such
But you do know how to make your words somewhat powerful, and that intrigues Carl, in a different way than trying to scam the other kids
Youâre organizing supplies in the back room of the community center, stacking boxes of canned goods for the food drive. Itâs your second day volunteering here, and youâre still getting used to the place. The door creaks open, and you glance up to see the same boy from yesterday leaning against the frame, watching you with an amused smirk. âYou lost or something? This isnât exactly the country club.â he says. Crossing his arms, he saunters into the room, eyes glinting with curiosity. Without missing a beat, you straighten up, brushing the dust off your hands before replying
âI could say the same thing. You donât look like youâre here to volunteer.â
âNah, just checking out the new blood. Itâs not every day we get someone like you around here. You sure you can handle it? This place can get a little rough.â
âIâm tougher than I look. Besides, Iâm not here to play it safe.â
âIs that right? Most people like you wouldnât last a day down here. You must really be slumming it to end up in this part of town.â
âReal, huh? Well, you definitely found it. But be carefulâget too close, and this place might suck you in.â
âMaybe Iâm counting on it. I like a challenge, I guess Iâll just have to see for myself.â
He grins, finally extending a hand "Gallagher, Carl Gallagher" You reach for his hand, âNice to meet you, Carl. Now, are you gonna help me with these boxes, or just stand there and look all pretty?â
After a few days of volunteering, (its mostly you guys talking) he invites you out with him on a 'tour'. You visit The Alibi, his corner, and he ends the trip by taking you to his house
The Gallagher house, if you could call it that, was way different than yours. Not just in size, but in functionality, you hear 3 different people screaming talking and a baby crying with loud video games noises in the background. Luckily, when Carl takes you to the basement which of course resembles what you identify as a 'mancave' there's no one there and its mostly silent
"So.. nice family uh- ya got there?" you joke, slightly uncomfortable in the bean bag he sits you on, the pleats of your plaid skirt ruffling up and you don't miss the way his eye flicker down and the way his cheeks blush peach "Um, y-yeah, it's not always like that but it usually is"
For Carl: it's weird that he's drawn to you, southside kids are literally raised to the 'eat the rich' mindset. Especially Gallaghers, but he couldn't help but want to spill everything he knows and even what he doesn't to you. So he does, he tells you about juvie, about the dysfunctionality of Gallaghers and their shit, fuck he even tells you about Monica
You guys talk for what comes across as hours. Part of him is scared that he opened up to quickly, but surprisingly you listen, without judgement. You even mention how you find some of his life similar to yours. The feelings of being ignored, or in your case paid to go away (which Carl finds not too bad).
As you speak, he moves from his beanbag chair to yours, inching and inching closer together you eventually are a breaths away from one another. You halt your speech, all your well thought out analogies fading away as you both look between the other's eyes and lips.
Carl speaks, "is it crazy.. that I find it really hot when you talk about being rich?" you pause, a sly smile reaching upon your face as you answer "no.. is it crazy that i find it really hot when you talk about being poor?"
More silence fills the room, then Carl brings his eyes straight down to your lips. "No" he whispers, as light as humanly possible
And that's when it happens. you lean in, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. His touch is surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the rough-and-tumble image he usually projects. You close your eyes, leaning into his touch. The kiss starting out rushed, messy, and all over the place. But it's not lustful, more childish if anything and you both have no idea what you're doing.
His hand hesitantly moves to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. You respond in kind, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, pulling him even closer
When you finally pull back after what feels like forever, youâre both breathless, panting as your bodies gasp for air. Carlâs thumb gently returns and strokes your cheek, his eyes searching yours for any sign of regret. But all he finds is a soft smile and the lingering warmth of the kiss you just shared.
âDamn,â he mutters, a crooked grin spreading across his face as he leans back slightly, still keeping you close. âYouâve got me all messed up, you know that?" you respond
Then it hits you, that was your first kiss
and it was with Carl fucking Gallagher
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"Shut up!" You giggle, putting a hand over your husband's mouth to muffle his grunts.
"This position is giving me cramps, baby," Jungkook whispers into your ear as he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap in a quick motion before dropping on his ass with a loud thud.
"Baby," you whisper-shout as you crane your neck to the side to see him with his eyes wide open, mouth hanging open.
"I think I just broke something," he mumbles back, trying to shift only to be restricted by the amount of space you both have.
Playing hide and seek at your grown age was dumb.
You and Jungkook found yourselves together in your closet, stuck in a small corner that is usually used for clothes, but instead it's you on your husband's lap in an uncomfortable position.
"Say sike right now. I just got this part built, Jeon," you clench your teeth, fighting the urge to roll your eyes as you call him by the name you always did when you were being serious.
"'ll fix it," he chuckles into your ear, his hand on your waist tightens, pushing you more upwards to adjust his legs in the tiny space. "Did you know I wanted to be an architect?" you bring up, your voice barely loud enough for Jungkook to hear you.
"Yes, I did, baby. I think you mentioned it once," he tilts his head to the side before leaning backwards against the white wall. "But why? Anything special about it?" Jungkook asks, his lips turning into a small smile as you nod. His fingers play with the hem of your shorts, a small gesture that has butterflies flapping around inside your stomach.
"I wanted to be a princess when I was five," you say.
Jungkook takes notice of how your eyes sparkle in the dark and how your features morph into a happy, relaxed expression as you recall your childhood.
"I had this hobby of making houses out of popsicle sticks, and I used to say those were my castles, and when I was old enough I would make those houses. So for the longest time, people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, and I always said 'architect.'" You nibble on your bottom lip, feeling Jungkook's hands run up and down your bare thighs.
"But you didn't?" he whispers back, dropping his head on your shoulder. "But I didn't," you reply, relaxing against him, feeling your limbs melt into his chest and arms. "I think you're a hot psychologist," Jungkook mumbles into the blade of your shoulder, peppering a kiss.
"Mhm, really?" you pipe in an amorous voice.
Jungkook makes an approving noise as you feel his smile on your shoulder. Your husband continues to drop slow kisses on your neck, making you forget the why you guys are even hidden in this cramped space.
"Do you think she'll find us?" you moan into his cheek, earning yourself a small breathy chuckle in the crook of your neck. "Nah," he replies, his fingers pulling on your hoodie, but before he could take it off, a loud bang interrupts.
"I found you!" A giggle has you and Jungkook jumping off each other.
"Momma! Dadda!" Iseul giggles as she points her small, chubby finger at you both, before you know it, she's jumping into the small, cramped space on top of you both with a giggle-her five-year-old body making you both groan.
"I win!" Iseul celebrates, pulling onto your neck for a hug, making you laugh. "You did, princess!" Jungkook celebrates, moving past what you guys were planning on doing not so long ago.
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Futile Devices
Miguel O'Hara x civilian f!reader
Summary: The deal was explicitly no strings attached. You were finding it harder to keep up your end of the bargain.Â
Word Count: 8.2k (A behemoth of a fic, I'm so sorry guys)
Warnings: FWB, language, angst, reader is totally in love with Miguel, Miguel being a bit of an ass, probably a tad toxic? SMUT, p in v (no protection), cum play, low-key breeding kink? Like super low-key. Oral (f receiving). Miguel climbing through windows. Idk why I'm obsessed with that thought lmfao I make him climb through windows every chance I get. Idiots in love. Probably a rushed ending, sorry!
Thanks to @whatthefishh for beta-reading. Partly inspired by this.
Also, this is mega ultra cliche, we all know they're gonna end up together, so just enjoy the ride! It's not the destination, it's the journey đ Hope you guys enjoy, and if you do, pls let me know what you think! I love reading your comments!
MDNI pls.
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It was always a mission getting to Miguel's office.
Headquarters wasn't built to accommodate civilians, the winding pathways and corridors a danger if one wasn't too careful.
You had to be extra careful.Â
You hurried toward Miguel's office, heels clicking against clean tiled floors as you dodged a fuck ton of spider people and the inescapable attention of one annoying Peter Parker.
"Come on," Peter Parker number two hundred tried his luck again, "just one date. Iâll take you anywhere you wanna go."Â
"No." You rolled your eyes, swatting him with the manilla folder in your hands like you would a fly.Â
âLook, all Iâm saying is you should give me a shot. Iâm funny.â
âSo is every other Peter Parker Iâve encountered.â
âIâm different.â
âI doubt it.âÂ
He deflated, keeping up with your quick steps. âWho doesnât like funny guys?â
âMe.â
âSure,â he stretched the word out, unconvinced, "so if not funny guys then what? The ones with sticks up their asses, like Miguel?" He snorted with a shake of his head. You knew it was a sort of rhetorical question but you couldnât help swallowing thickly, your hands gripping the folder a little too tightly.Â
Yeah. Something like that.
You felt your heart drop to your stomach when Peter Parker two hundred raised his brows at your silence. So maybe he did want an answer.
"Nah, there's no way. I'll try again tomorrow." He smiled, shooting a web out in some random direction and swinging off toward the floor above.Â
Fuck. That was close.
You breathed a sigh of relief, loosening your fingers over the folder before quickly hurrying toward your destination.Â
You pressed your watch against the sensor outside of Miguel's office, waiting for the metal door to slide open. It didn't. You tried again. Still nothing. Again. It wouldn't budge.
"Ugh, come on, Miguel!" You banged the door with a tiny fist as if that would make a difference, "open up!"Â
Lyla appeared suddenly, her sprite-like form circling your head once before she faced you.
"You probably shouldn't go in there," she warned, "he's in aâŚmood."Â
"Heâs always in a mood," your hands were on your hips now, the manilla folder crinkling further in your hand, "I need to report a couple of grievancesâ"
"Mmmmmm, I'm sure that's the last thing he wants to hear right now, Miss HR." God you hated when they called you that. You rolled your eyes, swatting her away with the folder which did nothing, of course, and pressed your watch against the sensor.Â
"That's not gonna work, honey."
"So let me in."Â
"Promise to be nice?"
"To who?" You snorted, "You or Miguel?"Â
"Me," Lyla grinned, adjusting her heart-shaped glasses, "forget Miguel."Â
You sighed, cracking a smile, "Lyla, would you please let me into Miguel's office?" The Ai made a noise of approval, comically saluting you before granting you access.
"Don't say I didn't warn ya." She sang, disappearing from your sight.Â
You sighed. Miguel's shifting moods were nothing new to youânot anymore. Back when you both worked at Alchemax, he was passive and less quick to anger. But that seemed a lifetime ago.Â
Life progresses. People change.
âMig?â You called out, peering up toward his solitary platform. You could hear the soft hisses of machinery, the yellow glow of Miguelâs holo screens illuminating the area above like a radiant star.
He didnât answer.Â
âMiguel,â you tried again, âwe have some things to discuss.â You slapped the manilla folder against your hand as if heâd recognize the sound of formal complaints filed within the last week.Â
The platform began to descend after a moment, and you breathed a sigh of relief as his figure came into view. His shoulders were stiff, his body rigid as he swiped through the yellow screens.
âI told Lyla not to let anyone in.â His voice was cold, frigid even. He didnât bother to face you, his eyes pinned to his screens as he leaned forward, the muscles of his back flexing through his suit.Â
You couldnât see what he was looking at but you could hear it: the soft giggles of a little girl, the cheers of a soccer game, the chuckles of a man now broken. It wasnât the first time youâd heard the sounds of Miguelâs past. It probably wouldnât be the last either.
âI-uh, got some reports to share with you.â You felt foolish. Lyla was right. HR complaints were the last thing on Miguelâs mind.Â
âReports of the anomaly on Earth 9811?â Your brows pinched in irritation. He knew those werenât the reports you had. You were fucking HR, not on active duty, let alone a spider person.Â
"No, you'd have to ask Jess or Gwen about that, but you need to listenâ"
âI donât want to hear it.â He grunted. You saw his hands form fists at his sides, the same hands thatâd fisted your sheets in the throes of pleasure just days ago.Â
You shook your head. It was not the time for that kind of thought.Â
You carefully opened the crinkled folder, pulling out the paperwork youâd printed from your antique printer to read aloud from it.
âPeter Parker of Earth 5431-02 has formally filed a complaint,â you began, your eyes scanning the black text before releasing an exasperated sigh, âheâs saying you threw a chair at him?â Miguel grunted, the holo screens shutting off at his (Lylaâs) command.
âHeâs an idiot.â Miguel snapped, finally turning to face you, his sharp features shadowed by the lack of light. He regarded you carefully, red eyes tracing your figure. Youâve grown used to the way his eyes lingered over you, especially when you were under him, his body pressed against yours, but sometimes you couldnât help but squirm under his more severe gaze.
âWell, yeah,â you reluctantly agreed with a tilt of your head, âbut a chair, Miguel?â
âItâs not like it hurt him...badly.â
âThat's not the point."
âThe point is that I got my point across.â Miguel snorted.Â
"It's the principle. You don't go around throwing fucking chairs at the people who work for you!"Â
"Mhm."Â
"You're their boss! What kind of behavior is that?"
"Uh-huh."Â
You were about ready to strangle him but knew your fingers couldnât even go around his throat properly. Youâve tried before, under very different circumstances. You settled for pinching the bridge of your nose, as he often did, taking a breath to calm yourself before you completely lost your shit. "Listen to me."
"I'm listening, HR."
"Ugh, look," you pointed a finger up toward him, your brows knitted in obvious irritation, "annoying or not, he's still a member of the Spider Society, therefore, he has every rightââ
ââto file a grievance under any circumstance as a result of an injustice, discrimination, or harmful behavior, and is to be given the respect to which every spider person is due as a valued member of the society. I know.â Miguel finished the legal jargon for you, hopping off the platform with an ease thatâd always surprised you.
He stepped into your space, his large body casting a long shadow over you as he snatched the crinkled paperwork from your hands.Â
âIâll speak with him.â He grunted. You pursed your lips, watching as his eyes scanned over the page.
"Make it right, Mig. Apologize. Formally. Or informally. It doesnât matterâ thereâs nothing normal about this place anyway.â You placed your hands on your hips as you leaned forward, aware of how he was suddenly gazing down at you. âJust be nice, okay? Compensate him with, I dunno, a minor mission. He always wants to get involved, so let him.âÂ
Miguel rolled his eyes, heaving a great sigh while running his hand through his hair. âFine.â
âAnd no more throwing chairs to make a point.â
âUh-huh, fine, anything else?â God, you wanted to smack him. You opted for snatching back the paperwork from his hand, smoothing out the wrinkles over your skirt-clad thighs before searching for the proper page.
âYeah," you brought a finger down on the page, "the spiders are getting bored of the cafeteria food.â That was enough for Miguel's face to pinch in displeasure.
âWhatâs wrong with empanadas and churros?â He scoffed, waving his hand to dismiss the complaint, âAnd that stupid blue burger with my face on it?â He paused, eyes squinting for a moment, âYou know what? That can go. Get rid of it.â
âFine. Do I have permission to organize a survey?â
âFor food?âÂ
âYes, for food. They want options.âÂ
âAye, por Dios,â Miguel grunted, waving his hand again, âFine.âÂ
âFine.âÂ
âAnything else?âÂ
âNope.â You organized the documents back into the manila folder before handing it over to him.
âYou know you could just send this electronically, right?â He looked down at the folder, his eyes tracing your neat cursive in black ink.
âIâm old-fashioned.â You shrugged, turning on your heels. You heard him snort out a laugh, a tiny thing that made you smile. He has a nice laugh.
âOne more thing,â Miguel called out, demandingly. You looked over your shoulder at him as he regarded you with heavy eyes.
âWhat is it?âÂ
He boarded the platform once again, the machinery coming to life and slowly elevating him back to his preferred height. He tossed the folder somewhere over the desk, to be forgotten. It was the least of his worries at that moment.
You watched Miguel ascend above you like some kind of heavenly being, the yellow light of the holo screens illuminating his tan skin till he glowed molten gold. You waited on him with bated breath, his response sinking straight to your core.
âKeep your window unlocked tonight.âÂ
âŚ
He loves it when you ride him.Â
His large hands were glued to your hips as you bounced on him expertly, your cunt soaking him in your sticky juices.Â
Most nights began this wayâwith Miguel's cock buried deep in your pussy after a long day of enduring his insufferable attitude. You'd fuck the stress out of himâfuck the astronomical weight of the multiverse off his shoulders if only for a few short hours.
"Been thinking about this all day." He groaned under you, throwing his head back over your pillow when he felt your walls grip his length viciously, fighting to keep him in.
"Yeah?" You gasped, your hands firmly planted on his bare chest as you made work of your hips, rotating them in delicious circlesâthe way he likedâyour thighs spread wide to accommodate his massive size. "W-wasn't enough to curb that a-attitude though, huh?"Â
Even amid the utmost pleasureâof Miguel's length hitting a spot that had you tremblingâyou found the strength to taunt him, your hazy eyes catching a glimpse of the twitch in his brow. That meant trouble.
Within seconds Miguel had you on your back, his imposing body trapping you against your mattress. His cock slipped out for a moment but he had no problem finding his way back into your slippery channel, snapping his hips strategically to reach as deep as he could.
You cried out, your hands scrambling to find purchase over his shoulders, your pretty manicured nails digging into his perfectly golden skin.
"F-fuck! Miguel!"
"Wanna say that again?" He growled, his face hovering mere centimeters from yours, "Go ahead, say it again." You did nothing but whimper as he pounded into you mercilessly, his cock stretching you open.Â
"That's what I thought." Miguel chuckled smugly, delighting in your little chokes and stutters, egging him to keep pounding you relentlessly. You tried speakingâtried to articulate your words to him, but you couldn't, too cock drunk to focus on anything else but his gorgeous face twisted up in pleasure and his thick cock kissing the secret place within you.
He had you coming soon after, stars exploding behind your lids as you trembled in his arms. Your cunt squeezed him just right and he came, panting in your ear as he filled you to the brim.Â
His spend stained your sheets when he pulled out, and as always, he watched it dribble out from your swollen cunt with lidded eyes. He wasted no time in taking his fingers and stuffing the mess back in.
âKeep me in there.â He muttered, swiping through your puffy folds one final time before he ripped himself from you. You immediately soured, keeping your gaze on him as he quickly cleaned himself off with a cloth you left for him on your nightstand.Â
You admired his figure: the ripple of his muscles as he moved, the broadness of his shoulders, the glow of his skin in the dim lighting of your bedroom.Â
Miguel was gorgeous. Youâve always thought so.
His suit glitched before coming to life, covering his sculpted body in the usual blue and red you've come to know.Â
âDidâŚyou want to eat before you go?â Dinner was on the stove, cold but still good. You sat up against your headboard, more of his spend leaking out as you fiddled with your fingers over the soiled sheets.Â
Miguel shook his head, sighing as he closed his eyes for a moment.
âI have to go.â He said, stepping forward, grabbing your hand, and placing a chaste kiss over your knuckles. It was the only form of affection heâd allowed himself to give you. Heâd never kissed you before. Probably never will. It wasn't part of the deal.
Your heart sunk, your skin searing where his lips had lingered.Â
âIâll see you tomorrow.â
Most nights ended this wayâwith your aching cunt full of his seed and your eyes wet with unshed tears as you watched him leave through your window, disappearing into the night.
âŚ
A few days later, Peter B. Parker landed in your office. Quite literally.Â
He plopped down on the seat in front of yours from seemingly nowhere, a messily packed diaper bag hanging loosely from his shoulder. He had his daughter snuggly pressed against his chest in her carrier, her chubby arms and legs flailing over his pink robe.
You yelped, dropping the pen in your hand, clutching your chest in freight.Â
âJesus! Where the hell did you just come from?!â
âUp there.â Peter pointed up. You followed his line of vision, noting the door to the air vent busted open, barely hanging from its hinges. âSorry about the vent.â He offered sheepishly, taking a large bite of a slice of pizza he'd pulled from a greased-up brown paper bag.Â
"You could've just taken the elevator!"
"Takes too long to get to the basement.â He said between a mouthful of pizza, âWhy'd Miguel give you an office down here anyway?"Â
"I'm scared of heights." You reminded him, watching Mayday struggle to release herself from her carrier prison. Peter snorted out a laugh, dropping the diaper bag on the floor while simultaneously taking another bite of his pizza.
âDoesnât make sense to work in a place like this.â
âIt was the deal I made when Miguel asked me to work for him. Chew with your mouth closed.â
âHave you tried the cafeteria pizza?" He asked suddenly, ignoring your demand and speaking with another mouth full of the greasy treat, "It's the new thing. Everyone's going crazy."
You smiled smugly. "I know. Youâre welcome."
âAh, I should've known Miss HR was behind this!â You rolled your eyes at the nickname, rummaging through your drawer before tossing him a few napkins.
âWhat can I do for you, Peter?âÂ
Mayday whined, crawling out of the carrier and over her fatherâs thighs. She hopped on your desk, scattering some of your paperwork. You quickly caught her before she tumbled off the edge, cooing at her before placing her in your lap. You squeezed her in your arms and she let out a scream of delight before squirming, reaching out in wonder at the different knick-knacks on your desk.Â
âRight, almost forgot." Peter took the last bite of his pizza, wiping his face and fingers with the napkins you provided before his face morphed into something serious. "Is this guy bothering you?â He pulled out a yellow holo pad, one presumably given to him by Miguel, revealing a video of you and Peter Parker two hundred from the other day.Â
You blinked, your eyes tracing the moving image carefully.
âOh. Not really,â you finally said, ripping your gaze away from the screen, âNothing I can't handle. Why?âÂ
âMiguel asked me to investigate the situation discreetly.âÂ
"Asked?"
"Well, demanded, you know Miguel," Peter shrugged, reaching down into the diaper bag and procuring a lollipop when Mayday began to whine, âheâs concerned. I figured itâd be easier to just ask you about it.âÂ
You frowned, grasping the sweet when he handed it over to you, pulling off the wrapper and placing it in Mayday's chubby hand, âThatâs hardly discreet.â
âI didnât wanna follow the guy around!âÂ
âHe's making you do that?â
ââOf course he is. Doesn't like the guy. He barely tolerates me!âÂ
You snorted. âWhy does Miguel even care?â
"You know him better than any of us do. If anyone would know, itâs you."Â
Well, that was true.
You knew Miguel before he created the Spider Society, before he was ever Spider-Man. You knew him before his addiction to Rapture, before he experienced fatherhood, before he lost Gabriella.Â
Back when, to the world, he was just some guy in a white lab coat.Â
But he was never just some guy to you.Â
Youâve loved Miguel for years. Youâd loved him in your early days at Alchemax, when he was fresh out of college and eager to begin his shaky career, back when you were hanging on to the corporation by a measly thread of an unpaid internship. You were a pair, stuck to each other like glue.
A few years later, when you both decided to take it a step further and mess around, well, that only ignited your feelings further. Miguel was an attentive lover. He knew your needs and fulfilled them, taking you to the heights of pleasure before humbling you just as smoothly with his strict rules about your agreement.Â
He didnât have time to cater to someone's feelingsâdidnât have time for a romantic relationship when he had too much on his plate. But his sexual appetite demanded attentionâand why not with someone heâs called a friend for years?Â
You were just a friend. And thatâs all youâd ever be.Â
It was just sex. That's all it'd ever be.
âYou okay?â Peter ripped you away from your thoughts, his brows furrowed in concern.
âYeah, Iâm fine.â You answered with a sigh, gently resting your chin over Maydayâs soft curls. âIs Miguel worried?âÂ
âYouâre the closest thing he has to a friend, of course heâs worried about you. Those were his words, not mine.â Peter shrugged, putting his holo pad away, âso is there a cause for concern?â The thought alone almost made you smile. Almost. Instead, you scoffed, shaking your head.
âIâm usually the one that handles these situations, you know.â
âAnd whoâs supposed to help you?â
âI donât need help.âÂ
âRight.â He didnât seem convinced. âMiguel doesn't seem to think so. You sure?â
âVery.â
âAlright, I did my part!â He clapped his hands as if heâd successfully completed a mission, âTime to go, Mayday!â He stood, grabbing the babbling baby from you and placing her back in the carrier.
"She's precious." You said, gently pinching Mayday's drool-covered cheek as she teethed over her lollipop.
"Takes after her dad." Peter grinned, snatching up the diaper bag, "Listen, if you ever need any helpâ"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, get outta here, Parker." You shooed him away, quickly organizing your wrinkled paperwork together. You could still feel his eyes on you as you kept your hands busy, and when you finally looked at him he had a silly smile on his face.
"What?"
âYou guys are idiots." He was still grinning.
"What?"
"Nothin'," he said, pressing a kiss to Mayday's red curls, "Just do me a favor. Don't mention any of this to Miguel, alright?"Â
You crossed your arms, leaning back against your swivel chair. "Sure."
...
"So you think I need help?"
Miguel's hands immediately stilled on your hips as you stirred the boiling pasta over your electric stove.Â
You didn't hear him come in, but you had a feeling heâd show up. It had been a couple of days since heâd fucked you, and there were many stressful days between then and now.
So youâd left your window unlocked just in case.
"What are you talking about?" He muttered, his fingers lightly dancing on your waist before pulling away completely. Â
"Nothing." You huffed to yourself, cutting off the heat and getting on your toes to reach for the pasta strainer on the shelf above. After a second of watching you struggle, Miguel put a hand on your shoulder to stop you, reaching forward to grab it for you.
"Doesnât sound like ânothingâ.â He finally said, observing you strain the pasta over the sink, the steam from the hot water engulfing you both in what felt like a thick cloud of tension. You peered over your shoulder at him, your eyes raking over his solid form.
âYou know, Peter Parker two hundred?â You asked, witnessing his face contort from passive to extreme annoyance.
He sucked his teeth, pinching the bridge of his nose. He leaned back against your counter, looking so out of place in your tiny kitchen, his broad shoulders almost the entire width of your cupboard. âI told Peter to be discreet.â
âHe said youâre worried about your only friend.â You continued to tease him, emphasizing the word as you lifted the lid to a pot where a homemade Pomodoro sauce was bubbling.Â
âI said that?â Miguel muttered, feigning innocence, watching you take a spoon and scoop some of the red sauce for a quick taste. You could feel his gaze on you, his eyes tracing the way your tongue licked off the remnants of sauce.Â
You hummed in approval before scooping up some more and turning to offer Miguel a taste. You lifted the spoon toward him, and after a moment of contemplation, he hunched forward with arms crossed over his toned chest, mouth opening slightly to allow you to press the spoon past his lips.Â
His eyes fluttered as he savored the rich taste, humming his own tune of approval.Â
"Is it good?"Â
âMhm.â
You beamed, eyeing how he licked his lips like a satisfied cat, his fangs protruding slightly when he ran his tongue over them. The same fangs youâve felt over your delicate skin from time to time.Â
Miguel was a biter. You didnât mind.
Miguel grunted, using his thumb to wipe off a bit of sauce that lingered near the corner of your lips. You inhaled a shaky breath, your eyes fluttering from the heat of his touch.
"What else did he say?" He murmured, looming over you, his hand now gently cradling the back of your neck, thumb caressing your skin.Â
"T-that you're worried about me?" You breathed. Miguel pulled you closer suddenly, the faintest noise of surprise escaping you. His suit always felt strange under your fingers, the digitized fabric almost slippery, like fine silk. It was ridiculous how perfect you felt wrapped up in his arms. You sometimes wished he'd show up in civilian clothes. You missed his lazy outfits when he'd throw on an old t-shirt and a pair of sweats.Â
You couldn't remember the last time you'd seen him in anything other than his suit (and his naked form, of course). It meant he was always on the clock, devoting all his precious time to the multiverse.Â
It meant that whenever he was alone with you, he considered it work.
And yet, the suit made you feel secure and safeâlike nothing in the world could harm you. And there was truth to that, though the only thing harming you these days was Miguel himself. But that was your fault too.
The deal was explicitly no strings attached. You were finding it harder to keep up your end of the bargain.Â
You gazed at his full lips. You desperately wanted to taste them, to know how soft and warm they would feel molded against yours. If you were brave enough you might have stolen a taste, might have felt those sharp canines for yourself on your tongue.
Miguelâs thick fingers trailed into your hair, gripping the roots with just a hint of pressure, his lidded eyes taking in every part of your face: your brows, your eyes, the bridge of your nose, and your supple lipsâwet and swollen from biting them so damn much.
"Maybe just a little," he finally answered, his shoulders shifting in a slight shrug. You could feel his length press against your hip, hot and throbbing, demanding attention.Â
It filled you with pride knowing your proximity was enough to get him excited. It shouldn't though. It was only arousal. Basic primal instincts.Â
You shouldnât be feeling pride for any of this. You had to remind yourself of that.
You closed your eyes, willing your heartbeat to slow down just a bit. Could you really be this love-sick? So hung up on a man who was emotionally unavailable? If you hadnât fallen before, then you knew you were plummeting now, so far gone that youâd let Miguel do anything to you.
So when he whisked you away to your bedroom, dinner long forgotten, you didnât put up a fight.
He fucked you from behind.Â
It was a tight stretch, your wet cunt fighting him as he tried pressing his swollen tip in with little luck.Â
"Gotta let me in," he grunted, spreading your cheeks wide to gaze down at your twitching holes, "you're too tight. Let me in."Â
"I'm trying," you panted, tears in your eyes as you buried your face into the sheets, "i-it's been a while."Â
"It's okay," his large hands caressed the globes of your ass in comfort, "it's my fault. Haven't been fucking you enough, hm? S'my fault." Miguel rubbed his cock through your soaked folds a few times, the obscene noises of your sopping cunt causing him to grunt.Â
"Goddamn, so fuckin' wet." He muttered before lining himself up and carefully pushing in again. You cried out, fisting the sheets when he successfully got the tip in. He groaned, the guttural sound masking your tiny mewls as he pushed on, your wet cunt coating him entirely in your sticky essence, easing his entry just a bit.
"Fuck, Miguel, it h-hurts." You whined, the stretch of him both painful and pleasurable as he bullied his way in, his girthy cock plunging through your fluttering walls.Â
"Shh, I know." He rarely cooed as he did now, reassuring you with gentle noises and tender touches as he eased into you, balls deep in your core, âLook how good youâre doing for me. Sâgood.â A fresh wave of arousal dripped from you at his praise, your fluttering cunt allowing him to push and pull as he pleased.
He began a steady rhythm, holding your hips tightly to work you over his length, muttering to himself all the while as he watched how your creamy juices clung to his cock and covered his skin.
The pain quickly subsided into blinding pleasure. Miguel had you mewling into your mattress, your eyes rolling and drool slipping past your lips, your back impossibly arched, and your swollen cunt wetter than itâs ever been. The slapslapslap of his hips against your ass was loud in the quiet of your bedroom, your moans even louder when he skillfully hit something inside you that made you see stars every single time.Â
You loved the feel of him, loved the stretch of his cock, loved how your cunt would ache for days after as if to remember him.Â
âCoĂąo,â Miguel growled, keeping a large hand on your lower back to keep you steady in your arched position, âyou sound so pretty when I fuck you.â He suddenly gripped your hair, pulling you up as he curved over you, continuing to spill filth into your ears.
It was too much.Â
âM-Miguel, Iâm g-gonnaââ
âCum for me.âÂ
That was it. The dam burst within you, your eyes rolling back as you cried out, cunt spasming and gushing all over him.
âThatâs it,â he muttered, sloppily thrusting into your tightening core, âgood girl.â
âMiguel,â you continued to whine, grinding against him, âFuuuck, I love you.âÂ
You didnât even realize what you said until it was too late, so wrapped up in the bliss of it all that your mouth worked faster than your brain could think.
You froze when you felt him still above you. He released your hair, bringing his hand back to your hips before gripping them viciously, chasing his own release. He rammed into you faster, slamming his hips against your ass one final time before letting out a guttural groan deep from within the confines of his chest. You could only imagine how he looked: tan skin glistening, chocolate hair plastered against his brow and head tossed back in pleasure.Â
Miguel said nothing as he gently removed his cock from your aching sex, letting his seed dribble out from you and soak into the sheets.
As soon as you turned around he was already in his suit, pushing a few buttons on his watch before he brought his wine-colored eyes to you.Â
"I have to go."
âMig?â You whispered his name softly, your naked body burning with embarrassment, âI-Iâm sorry Iââ
"Iâll see you tomorrow.â It was the same thing he always said, but it hurt twice as much. It was as if he were on autopilot, disconnected from what just happened.Â
You felt your heart plummet into your stomach as you watched Miguel leave through your window with a speed he usually reserved for missions.
His spend caked your thighs. There was so much of it coming out of you, more so than usual, his cum ruining your sheets enough that youâd need to change them before bed.Â
You sniffled, eyes watering, tears threatening to fall. He didnât even kiss your hand goodbye.
You ripped yourself away from the soiled sheets, stomping over to your window as his cum leaked down your inner thighs before slamming it closed, locking it for good.
...
âYou made this?â Miles exclaimed with a mouth full of spaghetti, clumsily twirling another forkful over his paper plate. You were handing out some of the spiders' leftover Pomodoro pasta from the previous night. Youâd lost your appetite. Itâd be a shame if you let it all go to waste.
âYeah, eat up, thereâs enough for everyone.â You scooped out more pasta from a Tupperware and onto a paper plate for Gwen. The younger girlâs eyes sparkled as she grabbed the plate, immediately slurping up a bite.
âOh my god,â she muttered, lips covered in red sauce, âwhy are you working at the Spider Society when you could be a chef?â
âItâs because Miguel begged her to work here,â Miles quipped, a lone spaghetti hanging from his mouth.
âAnd who told you that?â You narrowed your eyes at him.
âUhh,â his eyes flew over to Peter B., who was waiting patiently for his own plate of pasta to be served. You turned and narrowed your eyes at Peter, who chuckled nervously.Â
âListen,â he began, hands thrown up in surrender, âthe kid got curious, okay? He was convincing, I mean, look at those eyes.â You huffed, snatching Peterâs plate and loading it up with pasta.
âYou guys are annoying,â you muttered with no bite, shifting your gaze toward Hobie, who sat quietly with his legs thrown up on the table, âHobie, fuck the government and all that, but you need to get your dirty boots off the table if you want some food.âÂ
Hobie sighed dramatically, letting his boots drop to the ground.
âFine, boss lady.âÂ
Satisfied, you handed him a plate.
âSo, letâs talk about you being a chef?â Gwen tried again, scrapping the remaining bits off her plate.Â
âItâs just pasta,â you shrugged, pulling out a chair and taking a seat, âanyone can make a Pomodoro.â
âMy dad canât.â
ââŚwhy?â
âHeâs Irish.â
âAnd a bloody cop,â Hobie interjected, twirling his pasta with a plastic fork, âhate those.â
âHere we go,â Gwen huffed, the beginnings of an argument forming. You chose to ignore them, letting Gwen, Miles, and Hobie bicker between themselves.
You squirmed in your seat, crossing your legs to cure the throbbing within. You could still feel Miguel, the stretch of his cock, and the inevitable ache that lingered afterward. You were still full of him, your cunt wet even hours later, plaguing you with the thought of never feeling him again.Â
You drummed your fingers over the messy table littered with paper plates and napkins, your body hunched forward, lost in thought.
âSoâŚâ Peter began, adjusting the collar of his pink robe, âyou gonna tell me whatâs going on or am I gonna have to force it outta you?â You whipped your head to look at him, brows furrowed as you regarded him.
âWhat makes you think somethingâs going on?â You whispered, hoping the cafeteria was loud enough so the rest of the table wouldnât hear.
âSomethingâs going on or you wouldnât be whispering,â Peter whispered back, his blue eyes pinned to yours as he searched for answers.Â
âItâs nothing.â You answered quickly, continuing to squirm in your seat, fighting to ignore your achy cunt.Â
âDid you guys finally smooch?â You froze, your hands gripping the edge of the table with a force that made your knuckles go white.Â
âPeter, what the fuck are you talking about?â You hissed, watching him happily eat his Pomodoro.
âYou think I donât know?â He challenged, âIt might not be obvious to everyone else but I know whatâs going on.â He winked at you, dabbing a napkin messily over his mouth.
Your heart was pounding, ready to beat out your chest, but you schooled your features as best you could. You swallowed thickly, crossing your arms over your chest as if to make yourself smaller.Â
âOkay, fine, you know. What of it?âÂ
âMiguelâs being mopey.â
âMopey?â You snorted, shaking your head, âHeâs always mopey, isnât he?â
âThis is a different kind of mopey,â Peter raised a brow, âitâs actually kind of⌠frightening.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âItâs got nothing to do with us, for once. Usually one of us pisses him off enough to throw things but heâs on a mission. Said he needed to clear his head. So what happened?â You sighed, shoulders sagging.
âI might have said something I wasnât supposed to last night.â
âWhat?â
âWe made a deal,â you explained in a whisper, âno feelings, justâŚyou know,â you wiggled your fingers, hoping it would be enough of an explanation. Peter nodded, urging you to continue, âWell, I messed up.â
âHow?â
âItoldhimIlovehim.â You blurted out, your hands flying over your mouth. Peter blinked with a subtle tilt of his head, before a grin stretched over his lips. You groaned, now covering your eyes, âW-what is that, why are you smiling? Stop it.â
âI mean, one of you had to say it first.â
âPeter, youâre killing me here.â He rolled his eyes, inching close enough till your knees brushed against his.
âYou donât think the big guy feels the same way?â
âNo!â You squeaked incredulously, âThereâs no way. You shouldâve seen him yesterday. He could barely look at me!âÂ
âYou caught him off guard.â
âI know that, but he still couldâve said something. Anything.â
âHeâs a guy. Guys are stupid.â You groaned, pushing your hair out of your face. You turned to look at the other spiders. You knew theyâd been listening given the way they all turned away immediately.
âSomeone is stupid,â you muttered to Peter, feeling dejected, âand itâs definitely not him.â
...
You took a deep breath before placing your watch over the sensor.
The door to Miguelâs office didnât budge, not to your surprise. Lyla must have blocked the systems again.
What were you even doing there?Â
You hadnât seen Miguel in about a week. That was ample time to inform you he wanted nothing to do with you. You couldn't blame him but still, it wasâŚunprofessional. He was your boss at the end of the day.Â
Maybe you shouldnât have started fucking the head of the Spider Society. Your weak heart wouldnât be in shambles if you didnât.
It was a stupid move, you knew, telling someone you love them in the throes of passion when they clearly werenât on the same page, unprovoked or not. He probably hates you. He must.Â
Youâd given yourself enough time to think it through and given yourself so many pep talks before deciding a professional relationship with Miguel was for the best. No more friends with benefits.Â
No more keeping your window unlocked.
You took a breath and tried again. No luck.Â
Did he fire you? That couldnât be right. You were still in the system and able to enter HQ with your keycard just fine.Â
âYouâre always catching him at a bad time,â Lyla sighed beside you, whipping out her tiny little holographic phone, âhe didnât even want to take a photo! Unbelievable!â The small image on her screen revealed a snarling Miguel, clearly unamused by the bunny filter plastered over his face. It was cute, even if he looked a bit terrifying baring his fangs.Â
Lyla shifted to face you, hands on her little hips as she looked you up and down.
âYou look niiice,â she quickly snapped a photo of you, âno cute filter needed.â
âUhh, thanks?â
âNow itâs your turn to say something nice to me.â The Ai grinned when you rolled your eyes.Â
âYou lookâŚextra yellow today, Lyla.âÂ
âThank you! Iâm in default mode.â
âOkay, so Iâll just come back later then?â You rushed to leave but Lyla stopped you, zapping in front of you suddenly.
âNah, Iâll let you in.â You could hear the door to Miguelâs office opening, âFix him.âÂ
âWhat? How am I supposed to do that?âÂ
Lyla shrugged, âI dunno, I just know youâre the only one that can.â She waved farewell, disappearing in a glimmer of gold.Â
You groaned, dropping your head in your hands for a moment to collect your thoughts. Your palms began to sweatâthey always did when you were nervousâso you quickly wiped them over your black pencil skirt before facing the office entryway.Â
It was dark as usual, the only light illuminating the area was Miguelâs bright yellow screens. They hung above him as he sat slouched in his chair, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. His head turned lazily to regard you.Â
âI heard youâve been mopey.â You began, cracking a smile when he snorted. He shook his head, watching you slowly approach him like one would a wounded animal. He didnât confirm nor deny the accusation.
âWhat do you need?âÂ
âTo talk to you.â You said, finding the courage to step into his space, leaning back against his desk and blocking one of the yellow screens.
âAbout?âÂ
âUs.â Miguel hummed, running a hand through his messy hair. He sat up in his chair but said nothing else, allowing you the space to speak freely.
âI-I wanted to apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable,â you began to fumble with your fingers, unable to keep eye contact with him for very long, âI know that what I said wasâŚcrossing the lineââ
âDid you mean it?â He asked abruptly, the question forcing your eyes away from your fingernails and toward his chiseled face. He looked exhausted, eyes heavy but swimming with curiosity.
âW-well, I mean, it was a moment ofââ
âDid you mean it?â He repeated, his tone stern as he awaited a proper answer from you. You bit your lip, slowly nodding your head.
âYeah. I did. Still do.âÂ
The silence that stretched wasnât very long but it felt like an eternity. Miguel only stared at you, his jaw tight as he sat forward, his elbows resting on his toned thighs.
You wished you could read his thoughts, take a peek at what ran through his mind. He was always so good at hiding his emotions, never showing an ounce of what he felt. That wasnât always the case but after Gabriella, he didnât show much of anything.Â
âI think itâs best we donât see each other anymore,â you finally concluded, crossing your arms, âwe should stop.â
âWhat?â Miguelâs eyes narrowed, âWhat do you mean stop?â He was towering over you in a matter of seconds, forcing you to crane your neck to look up at him. Your heart was pounding, your hands flying to grip the edge of his desk.
âMig, we canât keep doing this.â
âYes, we can.â He caged you in his arms, bringing his face just a few inches away from yours. He never had much of a problem with eye contact, but you did. You chose to look at his collarbones and the large swoop of his shoulders. It was intimidating and arousing all at once and you werenât getting anywhere with this speech, were you?
âWe canât. Not when weâre not on the same page.âÂ
âWho says weâre not?â You felt his fingers graze the side of your face, pushing a lock of your hair behind your ear. You turned away, squeezing your eyes shut, feeling the familiar prick of tears behind your lids.
âStop playing with me.â You said, pushing him away with little luck. Miguel shifted slightly at your touch, watching you rub at your eyes.Â
âIâm not.âÂ
âThen why have you not said anything for a week?â You hissed, the frustration threatening to boil over, âYouâve left me agonizing over this for a week, Miguel!â You wiped furiously at your cheeks, catching a few stray tears. âIâm such an idiot.âÂ
Miguel grabbed your wrists in his hands, yanking them away from your face. His concerned eyes met your wet ones, a frown tugging at his lips.
âStop.â He demanded, taking your flushed face in his hands and wiping the wet streaks away with his thumbs. âDonât say that about yourself.â You glared, cheeks puffed and swollen from the pressure of fighting away tears.
âFine,â you snapped, ignoring the way he stroked your cheeks, âyouâre the fucking idiot.âÂ
âI am,â Miguel agreed with a sigh, refusing to release you, âI didnât know what to say. Thought you might have been lyingâdonât look at me like that.âÂ
âYouâre pissing me off.â
âI know, beba.â The endearment startled you for a moment, your glossy eyes peering up at him as a rush of excitement settled in your stomach. Heâd never used endearing words with you before. It had you stumped for a second before you remembered yourself, your brows furrowing in irritation
âWhy would you think I was lying? Mig, Iâve loved you for years, you buffoon!â Miguel loomed closer with every word before he kissed you, silencing you effectively. Your eyes fluttered, your lips unresponsive at first until he coaxed you into a gentle rhythm.Â
Kissing Miguel was so much softer than you imagined.Â
You thought heâd be all tongue and teeth, desperate to devour his victim. His kisses were syrupy and deliberate, steady and reassuring. He was taking his time learning the shape of your lips, the plumpness, how perfect they felt molded against his.Â
âIâm sorry, beba,â he said between kisses, letting you snake your arms around his neck to pull him closer, âperdoname. Iâm an idiot.â You hummed in agreement, continuing to assault his lips sweetly. You couldnât stop kissing him if you wanted to, sneaking your tongue past the seam of his lips to taste more of him.Â
He growled, tightening his hold on you, allowing you to taste at your leisure. He tasted fresh, like the spearmint gum he always had on hand.
âPerdoname,â he repeated, wanting so desperately for you to forgive his transgressions, slotting himself between your legs.
âYeah? Youâre sorry?â you teased, feeling the familiar ache of arousal blooming in your core, âshow me how sorry you are.â Another growl ripped from him, animalistic and provoked. He wasted no time, pushing you down so that your back was flat against his desk and your legs were wrapped around his hips.Â
He pressed a button beside you and suddenly, the platform began to elevate.Â
âMig,â you sat up in a panic, but Miguel only pushed you back down, lifting your skirt up till it pooled over your waist, âw-why are we moving up?â
âPrivacy,â he grunted, spreading your legs, running his thumb over the soaked patch of your panties. Your hands scrambled to find purchase on something over the desk, your heart hammering in your chest as the ceiling seemed to loom closer.
âY-you know Iâm scared of heights!â You squealed when the platform came to a jutting halt, squeezing your eyes shut. You didnât even want to think about how high up you were.
âItâs okay,â Miguel purred, gently rubbing your clit through the fabric, âyouâre safe, youâre with me, beba, no tengas miedo.âÂ
âM-Mig, please,â you didnât even know what you were begging for at that point, you just needed something, and whatever that was, he gave to you. You felt him push aside your panties, and you finally spared him a glance, almost choking at the sight of him mesmerized by the sweetness between your legs.
âYouâre so fucking wet,â he muttered, slipping a finger through your folds, âyou dripping all over my desk.â
âY-yeah?âÂ
âMhm,â he hummed, easily ripping your panties apart before getting on his knees, âsmell sâgood.â He muttered, licking a stripe up with his fat tongue, scooping whatever mess you made. He moaned at the taste before completely diving in, eyes closed and large hands keeping your trembling thighs spread for him.
As always, you were a whimpering mess for him, mewling with every precise stroke of his tongue. It was the first time heâd done something like this, and god, it was nothing you could have ever dreamed of. Â
He moaned into your cunt, the gentle vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. You trembled and whined with every loud slurp of his mouth over your clit, his tongue swiping over your precious bud before working his way down to dip inside your hole.Â
âFuck, Miguel,â your hands flew to his hair, your fingers weaving through the thick strands to keep his head in place. He skillfully nipped and licked the surface, lifting his face away slightly to spit into your cunt, watching it run through your puffy folds with lidded eyes before devouring you again.
âYou taste fucking amazing,â he groaned, sucking your clit between his lips.
You threw your head back, letting out the prettiest moans for him. You forgot about everything, about where you were and how high up you were from the ground. You couldnât care less as long as Miguel continued to eat from you like a madman.Â
You could feel the tension in your abdomen, the clear sign that you were close. Miguel continued to drink from you, slurping obscenely at the fresh arousal that dripped into his mouth.
âClose?â He asked, giving you kitten licks, his hands squeezing your thighs encouragingly.Â
âGod y-yes, so close.â You could feel him smiling against your folds before starting up a vicious rhythm again with his eyes closed.Â
With a loud cry, you came into his waiting mouth, your back arching and body withering over the table from the overstimulation. Miguel licked and sucked every inch of you, determined to catch every drop of your orgasm.Â
âOh my god,â you moaned, releasing your grip from his hair and draping an arm over your eyes. Miguel stood, removing your arm and leaning over your fatigued body. He looked down at you with intense red eyes, his mouth and chin completely covered in your slick. You bit your lip when a smile curved at the edges of his lips before he swooped down to kiss you.
You moaned, completely aroused all over again from your own musky taste on his lips. He slipped his tongue in your mouth, allowing you a proper taste.Â
âPerdoname.â He begged again over your lips before gently brushing the tip of his nose against yours. You giggled, pushing him away slightly so that you could sit up on your elbows.Â
âMm, I donât know,â you teased, âyouâre gonna have to try again.â Miguel shook his head, tapping a button on his watch, and allowing his suit to vanish. You gasped at his sudden nakedness, your eyes glued to his throbbing erection. Miguel grinned, fangs bared, tapping his cock over your sensitive cunt.
You closed your eyes as he immediately pushed in, moaning as he worked himself into your tight channel.Â
In your euphoric state, you barely registered him grabbing your hand and placing a chaste kiss over your knuckles, whispering over your skin. Your ears picked up a few words, some naughty and some sweet, but your heart fluttered and your chest tightened when you caught the last two words before he began pounding into you.
âTe amo.â
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BABYTRAP !
â r. cameron
synopsis: rafe cameron x fem!reader⌠stumbling upon your ex at a party, you canât help but fall into the trap of sleeping with him at least once more.
warnings: manipulative!reader / exgf!reader / babytrapping / aggressive, unprotected sex / dubcon (rafe is high & drunk) / mentions of substances such as weed and alcohol
a mixture of masculine cologne and the unseemly combination of alcohol and weed â you could smell rafe before he stumbled into you. he was being forced out one of the rooms lining the hallway of tannyhill, a crass hand shoving him out while he muttered a stream of curses in retort and attempted to single-handedly rebuckle his belt over his sagging trousers.
considering you were just about deeming your search for him futile, you seemed to have lucked out, grabbing the hand that had now moved on to buttoning his shirt. and cooing at his face, âshe seemed like a bitch, wanna hang with me for a while rafe?â
his lips draw into a line at first, tension lining his face as he weighs up his options, but you pout your lips and pull down your shirt and once his eyes gravitate towards your tits, he lets you lead him into a private room.
âwanna tell me what happened?â you nod towards his haphazardly buttoned shirt, raising your eyebrows in question.
ânah,â he slurs his words a bit, torso leaning towards you until his head was looming over your own, âbought me in here to fuck hmm?â
you pause, slightly taken aback at his blunt nature â but it was rafe, so itâs not like you expected any less, it wasn't a surprise that the combination of intoxicators floating in his system had only made him more prone to aggression.
âcâmon tell me iâm wrong,â he pushes, heaving his body closer until he was shoving into your chest and you could feel his liqueur-stained breath on your cheeks.
he wasn't exactly wrong, but that didn't mean you weren't ready to retaliate, âgonna fuck me like you mean it this time? or you gonna cum before you make me like i bet you did with that girl earlier?â
âfuck you. actinââ actinâ as if i didnât do enough for you while we were dating, always cominâ to me about some stupid shit ân crying, now iâm in the wrong?â
before heâs realised heâs driven your back into the headboard, spitting in your face with the mass of unresolved emotion bubbling to the surfaceâ yes you were his ex, but more often than not it seemed like it was built on the foundation of mutually beneficial emotional support, fixing each others faults in a way.
sighing, you canât help but tongue your cheek, you wanted a quick (and good) fuck, not to be forced into listening to his critiques of your side of the relationship, âyou done yet?â
âmmh,â he grunts, clearly riled up âimma show you whoâs fucking done.â
with that heâs straddling you over the bed, your back pushed into now mussed sheets and eyes already glazing over in preparation for the intensity of his sexual frustration.
hastily, he drags down your panties and discards your dress into some crevice of the carpeted floor, wordlessly manhandling his palms over your body, just feelingâ reminiscing.
âfuckinâ hate you,â he huffs clearly exasperated at the weakness of his own will as he jerks himself against your slit, coating himself in the arousal glazing your pussy to prepare both of you for the stretch.
you both sigh when he finally gets it in, whinging until heâs reached the hilt and his balls are meeting your ass.
âmissed you rafe,â you hum, creeping a hand to his lower back to push him in closer, encouraging him to start thrusting.
he smirks a little, eyes flickering in cynical joy, âforgot how easy youâre swayed with just some dick, princess.â
you mewl at the nickname, patting him on the back for penance when he increases his pace, the sound of skin-on-skin overtaking the bass leaking through the door and forcing punched out whines and whimpers to exit your mouthâ noises of pure and utter degradation, all at the mercy of rafeâs cock.
rafeâs nearing the edge soon, you can feel it from the way he throbs and somehow grows heavier inside of you, and so you clench a couple times to motivate him, forcing higher pitched noises out of your mouth to which his own lips contort into pleasured grunts.
âfuck âm gonna cum baby, youâre close right? fuck, yeah youâre close,â the words tumble out of his mouth, his pelvis clenching tighter.
ever so slightly sex-dazed, you struggle to form the words, but once you finally regain your motive, a line of âlove you rafe, i love you, iloveyouâ âs spew out of your mouth, just in time to have him gasping around air and looking utterly confused as heâs forced into cumming.
before he has time to regain his bearings and pull out, you wrap your legs around his torso, digging your heels into the meat and repeating your prior words. constraining him into cumming deep inside of you, trapped into rutting it back into your pussy, oversensitive dick going flush at the base and squelching perversely while cum trickled out of you and oozed onto the sheets, sticking to your thighs and his crotch.
âfuck, âm sorry- iâ i just, i got so.., you love me?â
âmhm rafey. gonna have all your babies now right? so weâre gonna have to love each other,â you faux pout, patting at your stomach and gathering his trembling hand to finger his release back into you.
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