#not to spoil the ending but everything is going to be okay ;; answered | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

brenwritesss · 2 months ago

Text

Tru Fru part 5

Paige Bueckers x reader

Summary: You miss your girlfriend too much, and she's completely whipped for you.

Warnings: smut and language

a/n: the final part of the Tru Fru series!! Have fun!!

It’s been seven months since you and Paige had made your relationship official and life couldn’t be any better. You loved waking up to her beautiful face every morning, going to every one of her home games at UConn, kissing her during the sunset, but most of all your favorite part was being loved by her. She spoiled you as if you were the only girl in her world. Every week followed the same routine: flowers, gifts, date nights, cuddles in bed, and sex. It was almost too good to be true.

However, with the end of the semester approaching, that came with too much homework and studying, and not enough time. Being a STEM major was tough work, especially when all you wanted to do was spend the time you dedicated to your work on your girlfriend instead. What made matters worse was that Paige was away for a game, and the amount of phone calls, texts, and FaceTimes didn’t lessen the miserable feeling of missing her at all. Not to mention, with all the stress you had been having throughout the past week, not having her with you to release that tension and stress was beginning to show.

You were sitting at your desk, so deep into your homework that you almost didn’t notice your phone ringing. You pick it up, Paige’s caller ID flashing across the screen. You couldn’t help the small frown that crept onto your face as you answered. “Hey.”

Paige’s voice that always soothed you came through your speakers. “Hey baby, I’m not interrupting anything right?”

You shook your head as if she was in the room with you. “No you’re not.”

“Ight, chill. You haven’t been responding to my texts all day so I got worried. Everything okay?” You could hear the genuine concern laced in her voice and it tugged at your heart. You didn’t mean to not respond, but with all the work you were doing and missing her, you kept pushing it off, not wanting her to see how much her being away was affecting you.

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Sorry, I’ve been studying all day that I haven’t really been on my phone.” That wasn’t a total lie.

“I miss you,” she paused. “Well, I always miss you so I bet you already knew that.”

You wanted to laugh but knowing that she missed you just as badly as you did made you want to break down. “I miss you too.”

“What’s wrong?” she asked you. In the seven months you had been dating, Paige had instantly learned how to read you, even when she wasn’t near you.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you lie. “Why?”

“Y/n, you’re my girlfriend. You think I can’t tell when you’re lying? Talk to me, princess.” And this was the reason you fell in love with her. How she cared about you was unlike anything else you had ever experienced.

“I just…” you trailed off, debating if you actually wanted to tell her what had you upset. “I’m really stressed out.”

“With finals?” It was like she read your mind. Almost.

“Yeah.”

“Babe, how many times do I have to tell you that you got it in the bag,” she reassures you. “You’re the smartest girl I know. Not to mention the hottest.”

Thank God she wasn’t here to witness the blushing mess you had just turned into. You let out a small, breathless laugh. “Thank you.”

“But seriously, you’re putting way too much pressure on yourself. And I know this because I did the same thing when I was training, so I get it. But it’s not gonna help you," she paused and you could hear her take in a deep breath. "God, I wish I could hold you right now.” It was almost like she said that last part to herself and it made your heart jump.

“Yeah, I wish that too. I know I shouldn’t be doing too much, I just can’t help it. You’re not even here so I’m bored.” And that was when you heard her smug, deep laugh.

“Babe,” she says into the phone. “Don’t boost my ego like that.”

“Shut up.”

“Tell me how much you miss me.”

You sigh, only causing her to laugh more. “I miss you. A lot.”

“Yeah?” she asked you and you could just picture that hot smile on her face. “How much?”

“Too much,” you whispered into your phone.

“Don’t lie to me like that.”

“Okay, fine. I hate that I’m feeding your ego like this but I’m miserable without you.” You braced yourself for her reaction to your words.

“There it is,” she says while laughing. “It’s almost like I was expecting that answer.”

You roll your eyes. “Fuck off.”

“Fuck off? Hell no. Fuck you? Every damn day for the rest of my fucking life.” You’d be lying if you denied that Paige saying that did things to you.

“Don’t say things like that.”

“Why? Because it’ll get you all wet?”

“Paige Bueckers, what the fuck is wrong with you?” And you stood by what you said. Paige knew exactly how she was making you feel because she had made you feel it almost every day for the past seven months.

“Answer a question for me baby.” You replied with a soft “hm”, telling her to continue. “Is one of the reasons that you’ve been missing me so much because you’re horny?”

You froze. Damn, she knew you well. “Maybe.”

“I fucking knew it. You’re horny. Babe, I’m making you wet right now aren’t I?” She spoke to you in that hot, soothing voice that just made you melt every time you heard it.

“Talking like that, what do you expect?”

“Send me a picture of that pretty pussy for me real quick. I need to see something,” she ordered. And as she had expected, you did just what she had asked because a few minutes later, you sent her a photo of your pussy, all wet for her. Did it take you a few tries to get the angle right? Yes. Did Paige need to know that? Hell fucking no.

Paige, still on the phone when the photo was sent, sighs heavily through the mic. You just knew she was staring at that picture. A few seconds passed before she sighed again, “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Wait what?” That girl was states away and was not expected back for another three days. What the hell did she mean by that?

“I don’t think your pussy can go three more days without some attention. I’ll be at your place by midnight, love you baby.” And with that, she hangs up on you.

It was in that moment that you knew Paige Bueckers was insanely whipped for you.

So naturally, you did what any other sane, sex-deprived college student who was missing her girlfriend would do and sent her another picture. Only this time, you made sure it was extra wet. Just how she liked it.

Paige ❤️

All wet for me

Better be laid out all pretty for me

Yeah, that did it. If it weren’t for the fact that you knew she would be here soon, you would have jumped in bed and gone to town. But Paige wants you all wet and pretty for her. And who were you to argue?

You felt as if you had lived through a hundred years before you heard a knock on your door. You wasted no time in almost running across your living room to the front door, grabbing the knob, and opening the door to reveal a tall and muscular Paige leaning against the doorframe, hands in her pocket. She lifted her eyes up from the floor and they landed on you, taking in the sight of you in your bra and her shorts. She pushed herself away from the doorframe and stepped closer to you. “Told you I’d be here in a few hours.”

Your throat went dry and you suddenly lost the ability to speak. Although, you figured that was only one of many times that would happen tonight. Paige walked in and shut the door behind her, not even waiting another second to wrap her big hands around you. The contact you had missed so much this week was finally back again and it made your heart flutter.

Her arms tightened around your waist, gently picking you up as you wrapped your legs around her waist. “Missed you so much.”

“From those pictures, I could tell,” she says as her hands move to your ass to support you. She kisses your cheek, walking to your room. “I missed you too.”

“Need you right now.” Your words set a fire inside Paige as she practically threw you on your bed, ripping her shorts off you. Her hands roamed all over your body and that was when you believed that your body was created to fit her hands. It just fits so well.

“Fuck baby,” she whispered in your ear. “You have no idea how bad it was on that plane, looking at your pussy and not being able to touch her.”

“Just my pussy?” you asked her in the most innocent way possible with a look that made her shiver against you. You tugged at her shirt, pulling it off her with ease.

She took it from your hands and tossed it to the side. “Every damn part of you.” That was all she said before she devoured your tongue, sucking it in between her lips and creating a slobbery, wet mess between your mouths. You wanted to get her kisses tattooed on you, never forgetting them for the rest of your life.

Her hand brushes up your stomach, palming your breast and that’s when you feel a small surge of pleasure coarse through your body and straight to your core. She brings her mouth toward your right breast, cupping it in her hand as she gently rolls her tongue over your nipple. You moaned at the sudden rupture of heat from her tongue, raking your hands through her hair. She spits on it, licking it all up again. “Only mine to see and suck like this.”

“Mhm,” you breathe out, tightening your grip on her hair. “Only yours.”

She licks a line all the way up from your tits to your jaw, latching her mouth back onto yours. One of her hands steadies herself on the bed while the other grabs your leg and hooks it over her waist. Using that same hand, she rubs it up and down your thigh, leaving goosebumps after each trail. You tighten your leg around her waist which earns you a small moan that you could almost feel deep in the back of your throat.

“Paige baby, please,” you whisper into her mouth. She lets go of your lips, leaving a trail of hot kisses down your neck.

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Need you to fuck me,” you say bluntly. It was almost as if you could hear the low growl coming from her throat as it vibrated through your bones.

Her hand moved from rubbing your thigh to caressing your inner thigh, inching up higher and higher. The way she caressed your thighs perfectly made you whine out for more as she demolished your collarbones and neck. Her fingers moved toward your pretty pussy lips, practically feeling your arousal. She pulled away from your neck and looked down towards her fingers, admiring the sight below her. You whimpered at the feeling of her fingers on you, just teasing you. “Baby please.”

Paige goes back to kissing your neck, nipping at your skin occasionally. “Just relax, gonna get you so wet for me.”

She spends the next few minutes teasing you; circling your clit a few times then applying pressure as she slid her fingers down to your entrance, drawing an invisible circle around it, then dragging her fingers back up to your clit only to repeat the same pattern again. She had you a whimpering mess, grabbing at her back and her hair, lightly pulling at it.

“Fuck, P,” you whined.

“Keep those beautiful words coming,” she says as she finally enters two fingers into your tight hole. You gasp as your grip on her shoulders tightens. You try to clench your legs together but she moves her knee in between them to keep them apart. And of course, knowing Paige, she had to say something about it too. “Don’t even think about it, princess.”

Her fingers thrust in and out and you could hear just how wet you were becoming. And to Paige, that was music to her ears almost as much as your moans were. And God, did you fucking love that sound of her fingers inside your cunt. “Paige, oh my–”

“Just like that,” she said, speeding up her movements which earned her another pornographic moan from you. She nodded at you. “Yeah, just like that.”

“That’s so fucking good, mmm,” you moaned, making direct eye contact with her. You were becoming soaked now and Paige knew that with a few more thrusts of her fingers, you’d be cumming onto her. And although seeing you cum on her fingers was one of her favorite things ever, she needed it to be better. To remind you how she was the only person who could even touch you like this. So she pulled out her fingers which resulted in an almost suctioning sound and stuck them into your mouth. “Taste yourself, pretty girl.”

You wasted no time in licking her fingers clean, even though you were slightly annoyed at the fact that she pulled them out before you could cum. “What are you doing?”

Paige smirked at you. “You tell me how much you miss me, I see your pussy, and I fly all the way over here, and you think I’m not gonna take my time and fuck the shit out of you?”

That’s when you knew you shouldn’t even think about making plans tomorrow. Or the next day after that. And maybe the day after that too. Before you could even say anything, she slides a box out from under your bed and pats your leg. “Give me two minutes and I’ll be right back. And I better not see your hands anywhere near your pussy when I get back.” She walks into the bathroom with the box.

You felt as if you couldn’t even function properly with your body almost shaking and feeling as if you were out of breath. You wait a couple minutes, starting to grow impatient trying to wait for Paige. Finally, she emerges from the bathroom, a nice, long, and thick strap attached to her waist. You widened your eyes at the sight of her just as you did every time you saw her wear it. Every time, you always questioned yourself as to whether or not you’d be able to take it. But Paige always made sure you knew that you could take it perfectly every time.

She walks up to you and uses her hands to push your legs farther apart. You quiver underneath her touch. She uses two fingers and slides them between your folds, letting them become coated in your juices. She then pulls her hand away and rubs it on her purple dick. The purple, plastic dick she used to fuck you so many times. Once her fingers transferred your coating onto the strap, she then ran it down your folds like she had just done with her fingers. You felt as if you could cum just from that and you wanted nothing more than to flip Paige onto her back and ride her.

“Tell me how much you missed this,” Paige orders you, aligning it against your entrance. You gasped at the movement and gripped onto the bedsheets.

“I–” you breathe out as she begins pushing it inside you. “Fuck.”

“Keep telling me,” she says, not pushing it in all the way.

“I needed you to–”

Your gasps stop you from talking as she begins to sink into you even more. You gather up your strength to moan out, “fuck me like this so badly.”

Paige finally lets the strap sink deep inside you. Your moans filled the air of your room and Paige watched you in awe. She admired everything about you in this state: the way your eyes lingered on her, the way your knuckles turned white from gripping the bedsheets and the way your back arched from taking it.

Paige began slowly thrusting, putting her hands on either side of your waist to gain more control while she thrusted it inside you. You were a moaning mess at this point and you didn’t know where to put your hands. You continuously moved them from the bedsheets to the pillow under your head, to the headboard.

Paige took your moans as permission to increase her speed. As she moved faster against you, she gripped your hips harder. “Just like that. Taking me like a good girl.”

You could feel yourself getting more slick as she slid inside you every second. And you knew that at any point you were about to cum from her. Paige moved one of her hands from your hip to your nipple, rolling it between her fingers and then bringing her hand back to your hip.

Paige can tell you’re about to cum and that’s when she not only continues to speed up, but begins to thrust a bit harder, hitting the spot that she knew would make you come undone right on her. “Can’t take it anymore,” you whine out just as she begins hitting that spot deep within you earning more loud moans.

“Yes you can baby, you always do,” Paige says as soothing as she could. “Now let me see that pretty pussy cum.”

And that combined with how deep she was hitting was all you needed to release. You cum right onto Paige’s dick as the knot in your stomach breaks. You almost cried out at the sensation. Paige rubbed circles on your hips and helped you ride out your high like she did every time. “Just like that,” she cooed.

You go numb on the mattress, holding your breath as Paige pulls out of you. You spend the next few minutes trying to regain control of your breathing and let your heart beat get back to normal as Paige takes off the strap. You almost could still feel her inside you and she’d never let you forget it.

Finally, you gather the strength to speak, “You felt so good.”

Paige laughs as she slides the box underneath your bed. “You always take it like a princess.”

You laugh as your body is still trying to recover from being completely wrecked just a few minutes ago. Paige climbs into your bed, lying down beside you and wrapping her arms around you, pulling you closer to her. You lay your head on her chest, tracing random shapes on her abs. “I love you,” you whisper to her.

She kisses your head and pulls you as close as she can to her. “I love you too, princess.” You’re a smiling mess as you lie with her and enjoy the feeling of being in her arms. That is, until she speaks up, “So, you got any Tru Fru in the freezer?”

#paige bueckers #uconn #uconn wbb #paige bueckers x reader #wcbb #paige bueckers x oc #uconn huskies #wlw smut #wlw #wlw post

506 notes · View notes

hyunnie04 · 9 months ago

Text

somethin' stupid

"and then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like i love you."

yang jeongin x reader, fluff | m.list

wc: 1.2k | happy birthday innie ♡

“i'm not really interested… i'm sorry.”

you watch jeongin as he rejects yet another girl. you feel sorry for her as she stands awkwardly in the middle of the quaint cafe, fiddling anxiously with the ends of her shirt.

thankfully, the establishment was relatively empty, save for a few people discretely listening in. she goes on to nod and ramble on further until she had noticed your presence.

"-oh, i didn't realize you have a partner. sorry." her eyes dart over towards you, blush wildly painting her cheeks. she was already gone by the time you could correct her, scuttling away and leaving a trail of gossip in her wake. jeongin watches her leave, pursing his lips.

"you could've let her down easily. the poor girl was shaking..." you voiced out, stirring your iced americano and watching the ice melt bit by bit.

jeongin sighs and takes his seat across from you, taking a sip out of his own cup. he brushes your comment off and starts to talk about a different topic altogether, returning to his smiley demeanor.

you knew how jeongin was. he didn't hesitate to say no whenever someone would just come up to him, asking for his number. it happens more often than not, professions of love seemingly happening out of no where.

you were also used to it, getting stopped so frequently whenever you went out with him. dozens of people that had tried to ask him out only ended in disappointment.

he was seemingly disinterested in things like love. the topic had always eluded him, if you didn't know him any better you could have said he was uncomfortable with the idea. but you didn't pry, he must have a pretty good reason. it was understandable too, his line of work didn't exactly allow it anyways.

despite this, you have admired him in silence ever since the beginning. the feelings that had festered inside of you were kept bottled up until they threatened to spill over. and they almost did, but friendship mattered more and shot down the idea before it could ruin everything.

admittedly, there are days where you just want to explode, to confess and just get it over with. you were a hundred percent positive it would end just the same for you. the preconceived notion of him not liking you in that way, you don't think you could handle it. thinking about being rejected so coldly sends shivers down your spine.

the iced americano that sits in your hands start to sting after a while, but you pay no mind to it. the firm grip you had on it reminds you, mulling over the interaction you had earlier as he rambles about another topic. little things like paying for your coffee and bringing you other small items even if it was his birthday had in short, confused you.

maybe you're misinterpreting and just imagining things. but the way jeongin is adamant that he pays for your order every single time, or the way his hand brushes against yours more often than not and how the warmth of them lingered, says otherwise.

you also notice how he didn't correct the girl's assumption about you two.

the wind dishevels his hair upon stepping out of the cafe, rays of sunlight peaking through the leaves start to dim in the afternoon. the two of you walk for a while, kicking pebbles and rocks in comfortable silence. your head is still occupied with thoughts of him.

another thought comes into your mind amidst the internal chaos, "i almost forgot! i still need to buy you a cake." it had completely slipped from your mind, forgetting why you agreed to go out in the first place.

"it's okay, really." he laughs as you tug him along the sidewalk. you need to do something else to distract your mind and fast. jeongin jogs beside you, keeping up with your pace. it seemed like you weren't taking no for an answer and stopped right in front of a pastry shop.

"is this what you were talking about?" he hums with a grin, leaning down to browse the lines and lines of delicious looking cakes displayed in the glass casing. you made no move to go in just yet, letting him choose silently. his hair, still disheveled and tousled from the wind yet ethereal all the same.

"what if i said i liked you?"

the abrupt stupid question escapes your mouth before you could catch it. his face slowly contorts into an expression, one you could not decipher right away upon hearing it. his back straightens up as keen eyes start to focus on you.

"j-just a hypothetical! i was just really curious because of earlier and it's not serious or-" you wave your hands in front as if to physically wave it off.

"-forget i said anything." you turn your head away, voice becoming tiny and unintelligible. you could feel his eyes burning holes into the side of your head. jeongin says nothing as the tip of your ears burn a bright crimson.

you've done it now, y/n.

"hey," he nudges your side with that eye-crinkling smile you've come accustomed to.

"did you ever wonder why i keep rejecting them?" jeongin now had his hands in his pockets, a small pout forming on his lips as he pops his own query to you, staring back at the glass casings.

you said nothing, unable to respond with a reply or conclusion that would most likely be accurate, you've already embarrassed yourself in front of him today.

jeongin flicks your forehead and scoffs, “that's because i like you, idiot.”

"it was always you." his eyes were downcast, looking everywhere but yours.

you have gone unresponsive at this point. incredulous eyes stared back at him as you feel your throat dry up. it was because of you? were you dreaming? you must be.

"w-what? really?" you say quite densely whilst rubbing the sore spot on your forehead. he laughs, finally turning to you. "yes, i'm serious."

the wind blows harder this time, removing the locks that obscured his beautifully dimpled face. jeongin's eyes are still trained on you with such longing that you don't recall ever seeing on him, ultimately reminding you that this was indeed real.

"you have no idea how long i've been waiting for you to say those words." you breathe out in relief, one that you weren't even aware of holding.

the proximity between you two sends electrifying shocks, the mere presence of each other is enough to fluster. "i like you too." the words finally make it out of your throat.

you two burst in abrupt laughter, the tip-toeing around the situation suddenly feeling silly. a mixture look of understanding, relief, and love is shared between you two, smiling like love sick fools.

jeongin starts to drag you away by your coat, mimicking how you did to him earlier. "ah! wait, but your cake..." you see the establishment grow smaller and smaller as he drags you away.

"we don't need to worry about that now."

"can i at least buy you a present?" you reply, picking up your feet and walking alongside him. he has a wide grin on his face as he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. "got my present right here."

you mousily stop in your tracks as a deeper shade of crimson blooms across your face. the two of you walk side by side upon your recovery, pinky fingers now intertwined shyly around each other.

#jeongin x reader #yang jeongin x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #i.n x reader #i.n skz #i.n stray kids #yang jeongin fluff #skz fluff #skz scenarios #stray kids x you #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fluff #skz imagines

2K notes · View notes

bunnisari · 1 year ago

Note

Okay so, we’re obviously Connie’s very spoiled girlfriend

Reader had eyes on this really expensive bag that she’s been dying to have. She asked Plug!Connie and he has the audacity to tell us no, just to see how we’d react. Reader starts having a really nasty bratty attitude for a week and now daddy gotta set us straight 🫣

WARNINGS ✩ — squirting, smoking, sloppy messy blowjob, reader calls con daddy, reader is sensitive emotionally,rough sex, crying, handjob,overstimulation + just nasty stuff (may b a couple mistakes bc i didnt feel like re-reading imma do it later tho😭)

JEAN passed the blunt over to Connie, slightly shaking from coughing. Connie, who was sitting on Eren’s couch, shook his head as he scrolled through your ig story. “Swear this lil girl want me to fuck her shit up,” Connie mumbled as he hit the blunt.

Eren laughed from the floor, sitting in a bean bag. “What she do now?”

“She got a lil attitude with me because I told her not to let her fucking demon dog in the room anymore. So now she posting shit she know will make me mad” Connie passed his phone to Eren, letting him look at your story.

“You spoil that girl wayyy too much anyway,” Jean added.

“What you mean?” Connie asked with an attitude.

“She never listen to your ass because you say yes to everything she says. She literally gets whatever she wants from you.” Connie fights the urge to defend his spoiled princess but, Jean was making a point.

“I mean he did kinda do it to himself, not her” Eren passed the blunt to Jean.

“Bro you’re her bitch” Jean says in disbelief. “Shut yo long headed ass up. I am not her bitch” Connie defends himself, although a part of him agreed with Jean. Connie never really did put you in check unless it ended with angry sex. He was never super stern with, just letting you get by with everything.

But that was the way it was supposed to be. You were his spoiled little princess who always got what she wanted because she deserves it more than anyone.

“Just tell her no to see how she reacts”

Connie doesn’t give an answer, just contemplating on it.

“Ight”

“Isn’t she gorgeous baby just look” You practically shove your phone in Connie’s face. Connie looks at the pink purse. “I’ve been obsessing so bad and I neeedd it, please” Your glossy lips pout as you beg.

Connie furrowed his eyebrows, “Mhmm no I think you’re good.” You jerk your head back, trying to process that word, No.

You don’t have a great history with the word no.

“No y/n you can’t have this”

“No y/n you can’t have that”

Why would anyone deny you anything?

“What? Why! What did I do? Why not!?” You whined feeling the need to cry.

“You don’t exactly deserve it. You haven’t been good”Connie fought the urge to smile at you, such a crybaby. “What!? Baby I have what are you talking about?” You sat up, sitting on Connie’s lap.

“Your instagram stories, you keep going to parties I tell you not to go to. You needa get your act together” You gasped, offended that he was acting so nonchalant. He was basically telling you that he didn’t love you anymore.

“So until you fix your attitude then maybe, you can get it” Connie practically brushed you off and reached for his blunt. You sat there frozen for a minute, feeling betrayed and heartbroken.

“Okay Connie.” You said in a monotone voice before getting off of Connie and walking out of the room.

The rest of the week has been hell for Connie.

You had one of the worst attitudes ever, giving Connie silent treatment, short answers, and no sex.Were you trying to kill him?

In your point of view, you weren’t gonna stop until he apologized ( with an apology gift to go with ).

Connie walked in the house, hearing you blast “Me, Myself, and I” by Beyonce. Connie shook his head, obviously understanding the message.

“Baby!” Connie yelled from downstairs.

Meanwhile you sat at your vanity, fixing your hair. Connie opened the door to your beauty room, “You ain hear me calling you?” He asked while squinting his eyes at you. “I guess not.” Connie watched as you rolled your eyes.

Connie leaned on the door, poking his tongue against his cheek. “What’s yo problem?” He finally asked.

You stayed silent.

“I’m talking to you, Y/N.” Connie said sternly.

“Nothing Connie” You stood up, fully showcasing your tight outfit.

“ where you goin” Connie looked you up and down, ignoring his boner and licking his lips.

You were wearing a tight denim mini skirt with baby tee, showing your boobs practically poking out the top. “Just going out” You grabbed your purse which Connie recognized it as a new one.

You had to buy it yourself since no charges came from Connie’s card and you’ve been avoiding him like crazy. Connie knew you were really mad if you start paying for your own stuff. You walked passed him, purposely hitting him with your purse and a small oops leaving your mouth.

Connie just smiled to himself, shaking his head. You were gonna sleep really good tonight.

“What I tell you about walking away from me mama?” Connie followed you to the living room. You didn’t answer, walking to the front door.

You stood a little shocked as Connie sat on the couch. He got pretty comfortable, reaching for his phone out of his pocket.

Just as you reached for the lock, “Y/N come sit down with me”

Your legs practically went numb as you heard the tone in Connie’s voice. He sounded very very stern which meant he was not in the mood to be fucked with.

Your boldness melted away. Your head immediately went down, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

You sat in the loveseat across from Connie, messing with your fishnets. “I said come sit with me Y/N” You didn’t hesitate to move the second he said your name.

Yeah he was pissed.

You walked over to Connie, his hand grabbing yours as he pulls you on his lap. You land on Connie’s muscular thigh, his hand immediately going to your inner thigh.

His touch felt good, your attention now focused on the feeling. His tatted fingers massaging your inner thigh.

“What’s yo problem? Didn’t even care to ask me how my day was,” Connie looked up at you as you stayed silent. A pinch was sent to your inner thigh, making you jump.

“I don’t have a problem Connie. I was just trying to have fun”

“Why you lying to me Y/N” Connie grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“You just made me upset and I-I just really wanted the bag” Connie’s thumb wiped against your bottom lip, smearing your lip gloss.

“Instead of acting like a brat you should’ve told me that you were upset. I thought we agreed to talk like adults whenever we feel upset with eachother, not do this petty ass silent treatment shit.”

“I’m sorry Con” Your voice small and quiet out of guiltiness.

“I don’t believe you ma” Connie leaned back on the couch, removing his hands from your body.

You whined, missing his touch after you ignored him for days. “I really am daddy”

Connie almost folded at the pet name, fighting the urge to pound you into the couch until your makeup comes off but that could wait. He wanted to make you beg a little longer.

“I don’t believe you. Gonna show me how sorry you are hm?” You quickly nodded, taking place between his spread legs. Your hands immediately went for the band of his sweatpants, tugging them down with eagerness. Connie lifted up his hips, letting you pull down his boxers as well. His cock springing up against his stomach ( his name ain’t connie springer for no reasonnnn)

Your tongue ran up his balls, going all the way up to the tip. “Fuck” Connie mumbled to himself, it’s felt like forever since you’ve gave him a blowjob.

You hollowed your cheeks as you took him down to the base. You flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock, feeling him stuff your throat.

Your hands rested on the floor besides your knees, stabling yourself as you tried to breathe through your nose.

You gagged once you felt Connie buck his hips upwards. Connie’s hands went to your head, keeping you in place.

Your nose was flush against his lower stomach. Connie thrusted up into your mouth, groaning to himself. The more he looked down at you, the angrier he got.

How dare you ignore him and keep this pretty little mouth away from him. You could feel your scalp become sore from the deadly grip Connie had on it.

The sloppy sound of your gags and the wetness of your mouth filled the living room. The scene was so nasty and filthy, your saliva leaking all around Connie’s cock and your mouth.

Your hands tapped at Connie’s thighs. Connie lifted your head up, letting you breathe. Strings of spit connected from your mouth to Connie’s cock, making him groan.

You panted, feeling your sticky lip gloss all over your mouth.

“Stick your tongue out” Connie slowly stroked himself. You stuck your tongue out. Connie slapped his dick around your tongue, making your saliva drip down to your boobs. Connie rubbed his dick all over your lips before bringing it down to your chest.

“F-fuck” Connie moaned deeply. Your eyes watered, feeling so humiliated and used.

“You sorry baby?” Connie asked, slapping your wet cheek. A tear ran down your cheek, running black with your mascara. “Y-yes” You whimpered. Your hands twisted up and down his cock.

“ Gonna b-be g..good for me hm?” You stuck your tongue out, looking up at Connie. You watched as Connie pushed out a glob of spit, it landing on your tongue. You swallowed, Connie slapping your cheek once again. “Look at me ma” Your eyes locked with Connie’s before he pushed your head down on his dick again, moving your head up and down. You moaned lightly, causing a vibration to run through connie’s cock. “Make me c-c..ah..cum” Connie hissed, feeling your take him so deep. Connie could feel his stomach tightening , toes curling, and thighs clenching. “F-fuck baby” Connie pulled out of your mouth, ribbons of white cum squirting in your face. Connie winced as he rubbed his cum into your face with his tip, smearing it all over your lips (since you like lip gloss so much)

Your mascara ran down your face, making you look an absolute mess. a beautiful mess

“f-fuckfuckfuck m’sorry! i-im sorry daddy, i’m s-s..i’m so sorry” Your muffled cries fell on deaf ears, Connie continuing his brutal thrusts. He was fucking you so so so hard.

It hurt so bad but felt so good. Your legs went numb rounds ago and your body was a mess, covered in your own fluids mixed with Connie’s.

Your mouth was open, sending your screams into the silk white pillow. Connie hovered above you, holding onto the headboard as he slammed his hips into you. “F-fuck cum again” Connie ordered you, reaching between your legs to rub your swollen clit.

“I-i can’t-” You gasped out, on the verge of passing out. You gripped onto the cold pillows, trying to pull yourself up and away from his torture. Connie took notice of this and wrapped his hand around your throat, pulling you back.

“You are.” You heard Connie sternly mutter.

You whined, your hand reaching behind you to push Connie away only for Connie to grab both of your hands. He pinned them down on the deep arch in your back, absolutely churning your insides.

“I-i..i promise pa- m’not go..gonna act up anymore” You cried out, loosing all of your body strength.

You body physically went numb altogether, a rush of pleasure washes over you. Your legs shook violently. You let out a scream that you were not aware of, clenching hard on Connie’s cock.

“S-shit” Connie looked down, seeing you wet up his lower body

(“they told me to stay out that water park😔” - future baby daddy connie with his five kids tackling him)

The pressure pushed Connie’s cock out of you, causing him to paint your ass with white ribbons.

Connie took a moment to breathe before he moved from above you, your breathing was now steady and you laid flush into the bed.

Connie squinted his eyes, slowly turning your face. No way this girl is sleep right now I ain done

“Baby...Baby…..Baby” Connie shook your body, waking you up. You whined, going right back to that bratty attitude that Connie loved oh so much.

“Whattt” You were so exhausted, moving was not an option right now.

After a much needed bath, you fell right asleep with just a bra and panties on. You were knocked out, sleeping all the way until 12 pm.

You woke up to just you in the bed, your house ringing silence. (Marshmallow is at a doggy hotel getting groomed #materialgworl💅) Instead of waking up to Connie’s presence you woke up to a box with a note on top of it.

‘Had to leave early and handle some business with Ony, I’ll be back before you know it. Thank me later sexy’

You sat the note aside before taking the top off of the pink box, only to see the very purse the got you in this situation to begin with.

3K notes · View notes

novemberheart · 3 months ago

Text

{overview} Kyle and Johnny make it up to you.

{warnings} cursing, some soapxgaz, very spoiled reader, a bit sappy, you being pretty, female reader, poly 141

Chapter 5 <- Chapter 6 -> Chapter 7

“What’s got you all worked up?” Johnny hummed, sliding in right next to Kyle. Kyle scooched back a bit, chasing the warmth the Scot emitted.

“She already wants to leave.” Kyle whispered, like you would be able to hear them. Johnny curled himself tighter around Kyle, his lips brushing against the back of his neck.

“You need to get out of that head of yours.” He murmured, pressing a kiss against the base of Kyle’s neck.

“No, I’m being for real.” Kyle asserted. “I overheard her talking on the phone with- I think Kate. She thinks we’re using her.” Johnny pressed a hand against Kyle’s shoulder so his back was flat against the mattress. Johnny hovered beside him.

Johnny opened his mouth, but closed it just as quick. He went silent for a moment.

“Shite.” He growled softly, laying so he was half laying on Kyle. Looking back he couldn’t blame you. Of course you felt that way. Forced into a new pack and all they care about is their alpha. They didn’t even bother to make sure you had everything you needed. “Now I feel bad.” Johnny murmured. “Think we can make it up to her tomorrow?” Johnny questioned.

“I have a few ideas.” Kyle muttered back.

You were already awake, showered and dressed by the time there was a knock on your door. You trudged up from the floor- finally beginning to unpack your clothes. You twisted it causing the lock to pop up.

“Morning, Bon.” Johnny greeted.

“Morning.” You did your best to smile, deciding today was a new day. He sat down in the doorway, his legs crossed. You stared at him expectantly.

“How’d you sleep?” He hummed, eyeing the neat bed you had made. You had brought a blanket with you, which made him pleased that you weren’t sleeping with the coarse blankets provided by the government.

“Okay.” You answered, turning back to folding your pants.

“Just okay?” He pressed quickly. You looked away from your work, giving him a sheepish smile.

“I mean I had a bit of a hard time, but this is a new place after all.” You justified. That made his nose bunch up. He could imagine you tossing and turning in your bed, upset and maybe even scared. Out of all of them Johnny was the one that was always pressing for an omega. He would often get jealous in the cafeteria watching as other packs were surrounded by their omegas, especially the packs that didn’t deserve to have one. It was almost a pride thing with Johnny. He wanted everyone to see how good of a beta he was- how good his alphas were and how good of a pack they made. One of the clear signs of that would be a happy omega, and judging by the hint of lemons in your room- they had already failed.

“You alright?” you questioned, noticing the distant wince on Johnny’s face. He snapped himself out of it.

“Aye, Peaches. I'm alright,” he assured. “Kyle and I would like to take you out today.” his demeanor quickly changed his eyes to nervous, like was worried you would reject him. You could quickly feel hope rise in you.

“Really?” you asked, almost hesitantly. “What about Simon?” you reminded him. That was the whole reason you were here right?

“He’ll be fine. Cap, says they're going to get him up and walking today. He wouldn't want you to see him stumble around anyway.” Johnny explained.

“Alright.” you agreed. ‘Don't sound too happy’ you reprimanded yourself. “Is what I'm wearing fine?” you added.

“Might break a few necks, but it'll do.” Johnny winked down at you as he stood. “How about we go eat some breakfast, then head out.” he extended his hand to help you up and you quickly took it.

After breakfast the three of you went on the hunt for a suitable vehicle to steal for your outing. You ended up with an SUV. Johnny and Kyle both raced to open the door for you, Kyle won.

“What music do you like, Bon?” Johnny questioned, resting over the center console to fiddle with the radio.

“I listen to a bit of everything,” you responded. It was weird but sharing your favorite music sounded a bit too vulnerable after just meeting someone. “Can you tell me where we’re going now?” you pressed on. Smirks spread across their faces. Kyle's eyes flickered from the road to glance at you in the passenger seat. The excited look on your face makes him hope they won't let you down- again.

“Well, we felt bad about yesterday being your first day. So we figured today could be a do-over. Aquarium then lunch?” Kyle explained, causing you to beam even further. “Then we figured we could stop at the store and pick up anything else you might need. Snacks, shampoo”-

“Underwear,” Johnny interjected. You giggled, making Kyle rethink slamming on the brakes to make the Scot fly through the windshield.

Johnny was able to open the door for you this time. Each movement both men made seemed to be tailored to you. In the parking lot, they positioned themselves so you weren’t exposed to traffic. In line to get into the aquarium Kyle was in front of you and Johnny behind, their eyes both scanning their surroundings in a way that made you wonder what you should be looking out for.

You made your way through the aquarium, feeling like you had entered a whole other world. Kyle and Johnny took turns pointing out fish that looked like each other. (they only compared you to pretty fish).

“You've ever been to an aquarium before?” Kyle questioned, watching the way your eyes followed every flick of a tail. You pulled your eyes away, softly shaking your head.

“I'm afraid there isn't much I have done.” you sighed, turning back to the crystal water. Growing up your family didn't have much money. Not that you were ever bored. You were a fairly easy child, just enjoying spending time with your parents and taking walks. Then after that, you bounced around omega-holding houses. You quickly shook yourself out of your thoughts.

“Well, we can fix that, peaches,” Johnny smirked, nudging you gently with his arm to move you to the next tank. “We are going to have the best date nights.” he continued, watching you out of the corner of his eye. Your eyebrows rose.

“We can do things like this often?” you asked hesitantly looking between the two men.

“Hell yeah, Bon,” Johnny affirmed. “Well, when we aren't being shipped off somewhere.”

It was a realization that hit you like a bolt of lightning. You hadn't really thought about them leaving since you had arrived. You had thought a bit about it when you had first received their files, but that had always seemed so distant- so far in the future. Now your future was colliding with your present.

You chose to ignore the end of his statement and focus on the positive.

“I think these are my favorite,” you mumbled, too entranced to look away.

“Really, sweetheart? Couldn't tell.” Kyle snickered, the joke going right over your head. The two men watched you stare at the jellyfish tank going on for what was five minutes now. Not an ounce of impatience in their bones. They were too busy taking in the way your eyes were round, your pupils taking up most of the space. The blue light reflecting from your eyes adds a bit more of a twinkle than usual. Johnny had to finally break away after he spent too much time staring at your parted lips. His gaze landed on Kyle. The way he was looking at you mirrored the way you were looking at the jellyfish. He’s sure he looked the same. Kyle broke himself away quickly catching Johnny's eyes.

“We got lucky, aye?” Johnny mouthed, which Kyle agreed to without hesitation.

You were finally able to reel yourself back to reality when your stomach started to growl. Kyle looked at his watch. “Couple hours past noon. Ready for lunch?”

You were about to exit the aquarium, when something caught Johnny's eye, making him pull you into the gift shop. Kyle chuckled, following the two of you. Johnny pushed past little kids with little regard until you finally found what had caught his eye.

A row full of jellyfish plushies.

You were a bit surprised he could see them from all the way by the door.

“Which one do you like?” he beamed at you.

“I don't have any mo”-

“I'll buy. Which one?” he interjected. He looked a bit offended that you expected to buy it yourself.

Your cheeks had been stinging all day from how much you'd been smiling, and this wasn't helping. You looked through them carefully. You didn't want one that was big. A small one would be nice to cuddle with at night. You scanned through red ones, purples ones, orange ones, and rainbow ones till you finally found the perfect one for you. It was plain. A off-white color, but it was the softened fabric you had ever felt. The reason it had caught your attention was its eyes, one of them hadn't been sewn on. Yet the fluffy guy still had a little smile on its face.

“I love this one.” you smiled wickedly, pulling it from its hiding place. Johnny’s brows furrowed.

“It's missing an eye,” he said slowly like he was afraid it would break your heart.

“I know.” you hummed, curling your finger around its little tentacles. “He deserves a good home just as much as anybody,” you affirmed. The two men exhaled rather harshly. It wasn't every day they were exposed to such thoughtfulness. It was their turn to get struck by the bolt or reality. Amidst the hell they were exposed to, would there finally be a little ounce of comfort for them?

“Then let's get the lad home.” Johnny smiled.

You all ended up at a nice Italian place for lunch where you ate more than your weight in breadsticks.

After that, you ended up in a store you had never been to to pick up some essentials you might need- well according to the boys snacks were essential. They gave you no limit and actually encouraged you to pick out things. If you stared at anything- or god forbade touch it- it ended up in the cart. You ended up with two pillows, another blanket, your favorite snacks, your favorite movie, a new pack of socks, some lotion, a sweater, a few clothing items they snuck in, and finally a pair of headphones.

“This is too much really.” you started. It wasn't the first time you had insisted.

“Consider it an ‘I'm sorry’ for a shite first day yesterday,” Kyle assured. You wondered if Kate had said something to them. You doubt she would go behind your back and do something like that. Maybe they came to the realization themselves.

“You sure?” you asked. Kyle quickly nodded his head, a playful smile across his pretty face.

A part of you couldn't wait for Kate to call tonight. You almost wanted everyone you knew to call just so you could rub a little something in their face.

You just hoped you weren't getting ahead of yourself.

This chapter is pretty short, but I hope you liked it regardless! See you in two days for chapter 7! 🧡

#novemberheart #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #captain john price #ghost x reader #poly141 #price x reader #simon ghost riley #soap x reader #johnny soap mactavish #fem reader #Gaz cod #soap cod #ghost cod #price cod #poly141 x fem reader

598 notes · View notes

chosok-amo · 4 months ago

Text

꯱ ROTTEN, SO SPOILED! : U. HAJIME ꯱

summary : you are a spoiled girl, attend a well-known private school in your city, always having the best thing served on your plate, but always find your way to umemiya hajime, the delinquent in your city.

warning. cunnilingus, risky public space sex, unprotected sex, fingering, degrading, dirty talk, name-calling, praise kink.

wc. 8,7k ( sorry 😭 )

you walk through the vandalized hallways of furin high school, fuming with a box of bento in your left hand. the graffiti-covered walls and broken lockers only serve to amplify your anger. reaching the rooftop, you slam the door open, causing it to reverberate with a loud bang. the sound startles the furin students—sakura, suo, hiragi, kaji, nirei—who are busily gardening.

sakura, suo, nirei, hiragi, and kaji snap their heads toward you, eyes wide with surprise, while umemiya continues to calmly tend to the plants, seemingly unbothered by the commotion. you stride purposefully toward him, your anger palpable.

sakura, unable to contain his curiosity, turns to hiragi, the fourth king, and asks, “who is she?” hiragi glances at you, recognizing the fury in your eyes. “that's Y/N for you,“ he responds, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, throwing you a glance once before back to the plant on his hands, “she's here to see umemiya.”

you hurl the box of bento at the nearby plant, its contents scattering across the soil. “i don't want your bento!” you scream, your voice echoing across the rooftop. the other students gasp in shock, their eyes wide as they witness your outburst.

umemiya, however, remains calm. he continues to garden, his movements unhurried and composed, as if your anger doesn't faze him in the slightest. without looking up, he says with a hint of a smirk, “well, that's a waste of good food.” as you hurl the box of bento at the nearby plant, scattering its contents across the soil, the other students gasp in shock. their eyes widen as they take in the unexpected drama.

sakura stares in disbelief. “did she really just do that?” suo watches with raised eyebrows. “is this a regular thing?” and turning his head to unbothered hiragi and kaji. hiragi leans casually against the railing, watching casually. “oh, this is standard Y/N behavior, nothing new here.”

kaji, arms crossed and unbothered, playing with his phone, adds, “oh? yeah, umemiya’s been through this enough times, actually all of us. he’s taking it in stride, it's okay, just let them be.” as you continue to fume and umemiya calmly tidies up the mess, the other students look on with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

nirei decides to fill in the gaps. “i heard about her,” he begins with a playful tone. “Y/N’s is the daughter of some high-profile politicians. her entire life has been pretty much a red carpet.” sakura looks intrigued, looking at the orange-haired boy with the ‘bitch, english please’ expression before nirei continue, “red carpet? what do you mean?” sakura asks.

hiragi, knowing you a little bit more than the others answer, “ot means she’s been living in luxury. everything’s been catered to her—private schools, exclusive events, you name it. everything’s always been served to her on a silver platter.” kaji nods, throwing you a glance for a moment, “yeah, so when she doesn’t get her way, it’s like her personal universe has just exploded. that’s why she can be so dramatic.”

suo, now more interested, asks, “so her reactions are just a result of that lifestyle?” nirei nods enthusiastically. “exactly. i heard she’s used to everything being perfectly arranged for her, so when things don’t go as planned, she tends to react quite intensely.”

on the other end, you roll your eyes at umemiya nonchalant response, feeling a pang of irritation at his lack of reaction. “it's not about the food, you idiot,” you snap, crossing your arms petulantly. “it's about you constantly forcing unwanted attention on me.”

“i'm going to shove that entire bento down your throat if you keep giving me this, i don't even like bento.” the other students watch in a mix of surprise and intrigue, wondering how this scene will unfold. umemiya continues tending to his plants, undisturbed by your outburst, and his nonchalant attitude only serves to further rile you up.

his calm demeanor adds gasoline to the fire of your anger. “you're such an infuriating person,” you seethe, fists clenching at your side. “why do you insist on constantly pissing me off like this?” the other students exchange nervous glances, wondering if they should intervene or not. after a moment of tense silence, with only you glare at umemiya, who remains calm and composed. he finally turns to look at you, his gaze soft and his smile gentle. “are you done?” he asks in a soothing tone.

you respond by crossing your arms tightly over your chest, your expression one of stubborn defiance. with a dramatic sigh, you turn your head away, determined to ignore him. you sulk, your shoulders slumping as you pout, clearly not ready to let go of your frustration. the silence stretches as you continue to avoid his gaze, leaving umemiya to patiently wait for you to cool down.

despite your determination to maintain your anger, umemiya's calmness starts to chip away at your defenses. his gentle smile seems almost comforting, and his soft-spoken words send a strange flutter through your chest. you stubbornly continue to keep your gaze averted, refusing to acknowledge the effect he's having on you.

as the silence between you stretches on, you can feel your anger slowly giving way to a mixture of embarrassment and... curiosity? you resist the urge to glance at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you weakened. your sulking seems to amuse him, which only fuels your irritation.

you can't stand the way he always maintains his composure and remains unruffled while you struggle to keep your emotions in check. the other students continue to watch the unfolding drama, unsure of what to do or say. finally, after a few moments of strained silence, you grumble, “i'm not going to apologize, you know.” umemiya chuckles lightly at your stubbornness, the sound sending another unfamiliar flutter through your heart. he rises to his feet, the bento box in hand, and walks towards you with calm, measured steps.

“oh, i don't expect you to apologize,” he replies with a hint of amusement. “you're far too prideful for that.” he stops a few feet away from you, his gaze gentle as he looks down at you. his eyes drift down to your skirt, and he notices you’re wearing the one he’s repeatedly advised against. It’s the same skirt he thinks is too short, exposing more of your thighs than he’s comfortable with.

his expression darkens, a frown forming as his displeasure becomes evident. with a hint of frustration and protectiveness in his voice, he says, “i’ve told you not to wear that, haven’t i?” your eyes widen in surprise at his sudden change in demeanor. you'd expect him to address your earlier outburst, not your choice of clothing. you bristle at his words, feeling both annoyed and a tinge of embarrassment.

“since when do you get to decide what i wear?” you snap back defensively, your hands on your hips. “it's my body, and i can wear whatever i damn well, thank you very much,” you end your sentence with rolling your eyes in annoyance.

umemiya turns to his friends with a friendly smile and says, “you guys can head out now. don’t worry about me— i’ll join you later,” his voice is warm and casual, putting them at ease.

as his friends nod and begin to leave, umemiya’s gaze shifts back to you. his smile fades, and his expression turns serious as he takes in the sight of the skirt you’re wearing. a frown back to settles on his face, clearly showing his disapproval. “i’ve told you not to wear that, haven’t i?” he says, his voice carrying a mix of frustration and protectiveness. “it’s not appropriate. i really wish you’d listen to me on this.”

you watch as his friends leave, your heart rate quickening with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. his serious expression makes you feel both challenged and vulnerable. his repeated insistence about your skirt makes you feel even more defiant. you tilt your head defiantly and meet his gaze head-on, refusing to back down. “why does it bother you so much about what i wear?” you ask, your words tinged with a hint of anger, “it's just a skirt, not some scandalous outfit.”

“it is scandalous enough for me, don't you see how every man sees you?” he walks closer to you, taking off his gloves and throwing them at the ground roughly. his words stung, igniting a mix of embarrassment and frustration in you. “so what if they look?” you reply defiantly, standing your ground. “i can't control what others think. why should I have to change for them?” your heart pounds in your chest, torn between wanting to stand up for your right to choose and the hint of validation you feels from his concern.

your mind races with a mixture of shock, confusion, and an undeniable thrill. the intensity in his eyes and the possessive tone in his voice simultaneously scare and excite you. his words, laced with both threat and promise, make your heart thump wildly against your chest. as his thumb gently brushes against your lip, you can't help but shiver at the electric sensation that courses through you.

his provocative statement hangs in the air, leaving you torn between conflicting desires. a part of you wants to push his buttons just to see what happens, but the other. . . is too captivated by his dominant manner.

“i can wear whatever i want,” your words are defiant and confident, challenging his possessiveness and the limits he's trying to impose. he smirks at your defiance, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features as you challenge his authority. “is that right?” he says, his voice is low, irritated and dangerous. “so you think you can just strut around in whatever you want, without any regard for my opinion on the matter? you clearly need to learn some respect.”

he takes a step closer, narrowing the distance between you until he's towering over you before with a swift movement, he pulls you towards the picnic bench near the door. “nobody comes up here unless i say so,” he declares, his voice echoing in the enclosed space. slamming the door shut behind him with a loud bang. the sudden isolation amplifies the tension between you, making the air seem thick with unspoken words.

“and you, my dear, are going to pay for your insolence,” sitting down, he positions you on his lap, straddling him effortlessly. one hand grips your wrist tightly, pinning it behind your body while the other travels down your body, tracing the curve of your hip before settling firmly on your thigh.

“you've been pushing your luck lately,“ he growls, leaning in close until his lips hover just inches from yours. “do you really want to provoke me further?” your heart beats a rapid tempo in your chest as you find yourself pushed onto the bench, pinned beneath him. his hand on your hip and the other on your wrist make you feel both dominated and exposed. the mix of fear and excitement causes your breathing to quicken, your body both wanting to resist and surrender at the same time.

you look up at him, trying to maintain a defiant glare but feeling the resistance in you slowly eroding. his nearness and his dominating presence make it hard to think straight. feeling your thighs against his lap makes you painfully aware of your vulnerable position. his eyes burn with a fierce intensity as he looks down at you, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly. he can feel your pulse racing, your body trembling beneath him, and it only serves to fuel his desire.

“i asked you a question,” he says, his voice low and menacing. “do you want to continue provoking me, or will you finally learn some respect?” he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, “because if you don't back down now, I'll show you just how much power I hold over you. and trust me, you won't like the consequences.”

his free hand slides up your thigh, inching closer to the heat of your core. the touch is gentle yet possessive, a reminder of who's in control here. “choose wisely, my love.” your body betrays you, reacting to his touch and words in a way that conflicts with your defiant spirit. the feel of his breath against your ear makes you shiver, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through your veins.

you try to gather your thoughts, to find the strength to resist, but his possessive hold on your wrist and his hand slowly sliding up your thigh make it difficult to focus. the conflicting desires between submitting to his dominance and maintaining your independence churn within you. your voice comes out as a soft gasp as you respond, “what... what will you do if i don't listen?”

a smirk curls the corners of his mouth as he watches the conflict play out on your face. his fingers continue their slow ascent, teasingly close to the warmth between your legs. “well, that depends,” he replies, his voice dripping with arrogance and confidence. “if you're smart, you'll realize that defying me isn't worth the trouble. but if you insist on being stubborn...” his grip on your wrist tightens, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you of his strength. he leans down, his lips hovering just above yours, teasing you with the promise of a kiss. “then i might have to take matters into my own hands.”

his hand finally reaches its destination, pressing firmly against your heat, a silent declaration of his ownership over you. the combination of his arrogant tone, his dominating grip on your wrist, and his possessive touch against your core sends a shiver down your spine. your breath hitches as he leans down, his lips hovering just above yours, teasing you with the promise of a kiss.

the mixture of desire and helplessness courses through you as he asserts his control. he presses against the heat between your legs, and a small gasp escapes your lips, betraying your body's response to his touch. you try to resist, to hold onto your defiance, but his dominance is overwhelming.

he smirks at your gasp, pleased with the effect he's having on you. his lips finally meet yours in a dominant kiss, claiming possession of your mouth as his tongue explores the depths of your mouth. as he kisses you, his hand on your core begins to move, rubbing against your sensitive flesh in a slow, deliberate motion. he breaks the kiss, looking down at you with a fierce gaze.

“now, let's see if you can still be stubborn after this,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. “sit on the table and open your pretty legs wider for me, my love.” he applies gentle pressure to your inner thighs, urging you to comply with his demand while him sitting on the bench. his free hand releases your wrist, allowing you to move freely, but the implication is clear— you have a choice to make, and the consequences of your decision will be significant.

he applies more pressure against your core, his fingers exploring the wetness that has gathered there due to his touch. the sound of your gasps fills the open space, adding to the erotic tension between you. “but let's not rush things,” he continues, his eyes locked on yours. “i want to savor this moment, to enjoy the sight of you squirming under my touch.”

he allows his thumb to slip past the barrier of your panties, feeling the slick heat of your arousal. a low chuckle escapes him as he teases your clit with slow circles, his fingers drenched in your juices. “that's it, my love,” he purrs, watching you squirm beneath his touch. “let go of your pride and enjoy this, you know you want it.” his thumb continues its torturous pace, driving you closer to the edge without ever reaching the climax you crave.

he positions himself between your spread legs, sitting in front of you as your fragile body hovering over him. his hand trails down your body once again, lingering on the curves of your hips before reaching between your thighs. this time, he doesn't tease— instead, he plunges two fingers deep inside you, stretching you deliciously after position your legs on his shoulder, wide open. “feel that?” he asks, his voice filled with pride and lust. “that's the power I hold over you.”

“u-ume . .” you plead, stuttered.

at the sound of your stuttered plea, he smiles, a predatory glint in his eye. his fingers curl inside you, hitting spots that make your toes curl and your back arch off the table. he increases the pressure, his movements becoming more purposeful. “you like that, don't you?” he taunts, his voice thick with desire. “my little flower blossoming under my touch.” his gray irises darken as he gaze leaving yours to look at your drenching cunt in front of his face before back to yours, smiling like the devil.

his thumb resumes its work on your clit, applying just enough pressure to keep you teetering on the brink of release. each thrust of his fingers pushes you closer, but he holds back, refusing to allow you the satisfaction you crave. he watches your face intently, drinking in every expression of pleasure and frustration. his fingers continue their relentless pace, driving you wild with need. just when you think you can't take anymore, he slows down, pulling his fingers out of you and leaving you aching for more.

“not yet, my love,” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin, against your thigh as his lips leaving a trail of burning sensation there. “i want you to beg for it first,” he leans in, his lips brushing against your cunt. “beg me to let you cum, and maybe, just maybe, i'll grant your wish.”

“please . . . i-i wanna cum,” your eyes glisten under the clear day, reflecting the man as you plead. his smirk widens at your plea, and he lets out a satisfied chuckle. he returns his attention to your swollen clit, circling it with renewed vigor. his fingers slide back inside you, filling you completely. “that's a good girl,” he praises, his voice dripping with lust. “now, tell me exactly how much you want it.”

with each word you utter, he increases the intensity of his touch, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. he wants to hear you beg, to know that you crave his touch as much as he craves you. your tiny hands grasping tightly around his wrist. “d-don't stop, please. . . ah! keep—” your lips throwing a tight line, along with your eyes closed hardly, long nails almost digging on his flesh. “hahh . . . hajime!”

your delicate fingers wrapped around umemiya's wrist. feeling your nails dig into his skin only fuels his desire further. he keeps up the relentless pace, his fingers moving in and out of you in a rhythm designed to drive you insane. with his other hand, he reaches down to cup your breast, pinching your nipple through the fabric of your shirt.

“that's it, moan my name,” he encourages, leaning forward to capture your lips in another searing kiss. as his tongue explores your mouth, his fingers find that sweet spot within you, pressing against it relentlessly. but he quickly pulls his fingers out the moment you close reach the edge, giving you false hope to cum. you moaning a protest, almost begging him to put his fingers back inside your cunt.

his fingers pause at the entrance of your pussy, just teasing you with the prospect of being inside you again. he pulls his hand away from your aching breast, leaving you cold and needy. “don't worry, my love,” he whispers, a devilish smile playing on his lips. “you're going to cum...but not until I'm ready.”

with that promise hanging in the air, he stands up, towering over you. his hand moves to undo his pants, freeing his hard cock that throbs with anticipation. he take of the blazer of your private-school uniform, throwing them mindlessly and snatch open your white shirt open without taking the shirt off, giving him a sight of a pair of your breasts, covered with pink lacy bra.

his eyes darken at the sight of your breasts, barely contained by the lacy material of your bra. he runs a finger along the edge of your bra strap, his touch sending sparks of pleasure across your skin. “mmm, you look beautiful like this,” he murmurs, leaning down to place soft kisses on the swell of your breasts.

“but i want more.”

without warning, he grips the bottom of your bra and pulls it down, exposing your nipples to the cool air of the open space. he takes a hardened peak into his mouth, suckling gently at first before increasing the pressure, making you arch your back towards him.

a low groan escapes him the moment your hand and land on his cock, wraps your fingers around to feel the heat. . . burning even, radiating from his skin. his cock twitches in your grip, already eager for more of your touch. “oh, you're playing with fire now,” he warns, his voice husky with desire. despite the warning, he continues to lavish attention on your breasts, alternating between gentle bites and soothing licks.

your ministrations seem to spur him on, and he begins to thrust subtly into your hand, seeking friction. the sensation of your soft palm stroking his hardness is intoxicating, and he finds himself growing harder with each pass.

“don't stop,” he begs, his hips rocking into your touch as he loses himself in the pleasure of your caress. the urge to claim you fully becomes overwhelming, and he knows he won't be able to hold back for much longer.

umemiya can't help but grunt as your fingers tighten around his throbbing member, coaxing out lewd sounds of pleasure from deep within his chest. your touch is a drug he can’t get enough of, drawing forth primal urges to possess and claim. fueled by your touch, he grows increasingly desperate, his hips bucking erratically into your hand. he pulls back from your breasts momentarily— panting heavily, looking down at you with darkened eyes full of lust, raw hunger and a hint of mischief.

“enough games,” he says, his voice rough with arousal. in a swift movement, he lifts you effortlessly off the table, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. with your back pressed against the wall, he aligns himself at your entrance. a single, powerful thrust sends him deep inside you, stretching and filling you completely. the sensation of being buried within you is overwhelming, and he groans deeply, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“oh fuck!” you almost scream, back arch away from the wall the moment in second his cock bottom out. “holy fuck...” he curses, his hips beginning to move in a rhythmic motion. each thrust drives him deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.

“w-wait, can we move? it's a public place, wha.. what if someone sees us?” you ask as his cock filling you up, he pauses mid-thrust, his breath hot against your ear. his cock remains buried deep inside you, twitching with the need to move. “you're not wearing condom either.” your eyes straight up meet with the open sky in front of you before meeting his, hooded with nothing but lust and desire for him.

he halts his movements momentarily, considering your words. but then he shakes his head, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “fuck ‘em, baby. let ‘em watch,” he replies, resuming his vigorous pounding. the thought of being caught only seems to fuel his desire further. ignoring your concerns about privacy, he continues to pound into you with unrestrained passion. the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the quiet rooftop garden, punctuated by your gasps and moans.

“we're alone here,” he assures you breathlessly, his voice muffled against your neck. his free hand roams your body, squeezing your ass cheeks as he grinds against you. “i told everyone to stay away before, remember?” he adds, nipping at your earlobe. “no one will bother us, none of those fucker dare to bother me.” his thrusts become more erratic when a glimpse of you nodding caught by his gray irises, driven by the intensity of his desire. the absence of a condom only heightens the risk, the danger making the experience even more exhilarating.

“you feel incredibly wrapped around me like this,” he growls, picking up speed. “so fucking tight and wet. i can't get enough of you.” his words send shivers down your spine, and you cling to him tighter, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. the roughness of the wall against your back contrasts with the smoothness of his skin as he moves within you.

“ah, hajime!” you cry out, your voice rising in pitch as he hits that perfect spot inside you again and again. your nails dig into his shoulders, trying to anchor yourself as the world spins around you. just when you think you can't take anymore, he shifts the angle of his thrusts, rubbing against your clit with every stroke.

he leans back slightly, giving himself a better angle to plunge deeper inside you. his movements become more deliberate, each thrust designed to hit that spot within you that makes you clench around his cock. “you like that, hm?” he asks, his voice dripping with arrogance and satisfaction. as he speaks, he slows his pace momentarily, allowing you to savor the fullness of him inside you before driving into you with renewed vigor.

“fuck— s . . so good.”

the sensation of being taken so brutally, so passionately, is overwhelming. your walls begin to flutter around his cock, signaling your approaching climax. he responds by gripping your hips tighter, anchoring you to him as he fucks you with abandon. he quickens his pace, his cock driving in and out of you with ruthless precision. each thrust pushes you closer to the edge, your orgasm building rapidly.

“i'm gonna make you cum so hard,” he promises, his voice a low purr against your ear. “my little slut.” his words send shivers down your spine, adding to the pleasure coursing through your veins. your clit rubs against his pelvis with every thrust, the stimulation pushing you closer to the brink.

“fuck... you're so tight,” he groans, his thrusts becoming more desperate. “i can't hold back much longer.” feeling your inner walls start to convulse around his throbbing cock, umemiya gives a few final, deep thrusts before surrendering to his own climax. with a guttural groan, he spills himself inside you, his seed flooding your womb.

“that's right, cum for me,” he commands, his voice thick with lust. “show me how much you love my cock.” the sight of you coming undone under him, your body writhing with pleasure, is enough to push him over the edge. as waves of ecstasy wash over him, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily. “you're mine,” he whispers fiercely, still pulsing inside you.

still buried deep inside you, he holds you tightly against him, his arms wrapped securely around your waist. his heavy breaths fan across your skin, each exhale hot and ragged. umemiya smirks against your neck and lips brushing against your sensitive skin.

he pulls his head away from your neck to took his gaze to you. smirk only grow wider after he see you, eyes glisten, your cheeks crimson red while your chest rising up and down, trying to catch your breath that he just took away. “i want more,” your honey voice ringing under the warm breeze, looking at the gray iris upfront.

“always so greedy,” he teases, his own are dark and intense, reflecting the raw desire still burning within him. umemiya bring his feet to the green picnic bench, still with you wrapped around him like a koala before he sit on the table with you on his lap, his cock still inside you.

his muscular arm tightly holds you close, leaving no space between except the uniform you use and the white t-shirts he used. instead of moving his hips, his lips find you first, giving you nothing but sloppy kisses.

he kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with fervor. as he ravages your lips, his free hand begins to roam your body once more, caressing your breasts and teasing your nipples through the fabric of your uniform. leaning back slightly, he gazes down at where your bodies are still joined, marveling at the sight of his length disappearing into you. even though they've just finished, his cock twitches inside you, signaling its readiness for another round.

“mmm, tastes so sweet,” he murmurs against your mouth, breaking the kiss briefly to nip at your lower lip. he resumes his assault on your senses, his hips starting to rock gently, stirring his softening cock within you. his other hand slides down to your thigh, pressing it firmly against his hip as he grinds against you. the friction sends sparks of pleasure shooting through your core, reigniting the embers of your desire.

“tell me what you want,” he urges, his voice husky with need. “i'll give it to you, anything at all.“ your arm wrapped around his neck while the free one roamed around his body, feeling the tone muscle under his white t-shirts before sleeping on his white lock, tugging his head slightly to give you a space of his neck.

you biting his adam's apple before whispering, “fuck me, hajime. i wanna feel your dick inside me again,” at the end of your words, your lips find it's way to his soft spot, sucking and licking, mindlessly giving him a harmless bruise. lips so sweet but so filthy, so so filthy. his sharp intake of breath tells you everything— the action on his neck has struck a chord, setting off a surge of arousal. a pleased hum rumbles in his chest, vibrating against your mouth. with a firm grip on your hips, he positions you just so, lining his cock up with your entrance.

“hold onto something,” he warns, his voice low and raspy. with a swift movement, he thrusts up into you, burying himself to the hilt in a single fluid motion. the sudden intensity of his penetration causes you to gasp, your back arching involuntarily as pleasure spikes through your body. he doesn’t pause, however, his hips snapping forward in a series of short, forceful thrusts that have you seeing stars for the second time.

“beg for it,” he orders, nipping at your earlobe. “f-fuck me, hajime. don't stop, o-oh fuck!” tears streaming down your face, ruining your mascara the way your closed tightly.

“that's it, say my name when you want something,” he groans, pushing into you with increased force. his hands roam freely now, grasping your ass cheeks firmly and spreading them apart to gain better access. the new angle allows him to hit deeper than before, his tip bumping against that spot inside you that seems to trigger every nerve ending. the change in position causes a slight sting, but it's quickly overtaken by the torrent of blissful sensations cascading throughout your body.

“faster...” you gasp out, your fingers digging into his flesh as you struggle to articulate the intensity of your needs. at your plea, he obliges without hesitation, picking up the pace to a relentless rhythm. each thrust becomes harder, faster, more demanding than the last. his cock slams into you relentlessly, the sound of wet, slick flesh meeting filling the air.

“that’s it, take it, baby,” he growls, his voice laced with raw lust. “all of it.”

all of it.

his hands leave your ass momentarily, trailing up your sides before returning to grasp your thighs, lifting them higher so he can angle his thrusts perfectly. this new position drives his cock even deeper, hitting that secret spot within your closed eyelids, bursts of light flicker like stars.

“god damn, i love fucking you,” he pants, leaning forward to capture your lips in another searing kiss. “fuck, i-i can't—” you crying on his lips. he breaks the kiss, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he continues to pound into you with unrelenting ferocity, splitting you into two. your cries only spur him on, his movements becoming even more brutal as he chases his own release.

“shh, you can,” he snarls, his teeth bared in a feral grin. “you will,” he whispered in your ear. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he fucks you senseless. the added stimulation pushes you closer to the edge, your body tensing in preparation for the inevitable climax.

“now, cum for me,” he demands, his voice a low, commanding growl. “show me how much you want it.” but the moment you're about to reach your climax, umemiya stop moving, mocking you with a giggle and in one second you're already pressing against the hard wood covered with his uniform, your feet standing wobble in front of umemiya. a moan of protest leave your lips the moment you feel the emptiness inside your pussy.

“i know baby, i know,” he reassuring you that he's gonna fuck you once again, “you can't stand properly, but try harder for me, hm?“ he caresses your ass with one hand while the other slightly tug your hair, guiding your face to the side so he can take a clearer vision of your side profile.

he holds your hips with one hand while the other stroking his hard-still cock, getting ready for you once again. he watches you with hooded eyes, his breathing ragged as he waits for you to regain some semblance of balance. when you finally manage to steady yourself, he gives a satisfied grunt, his hand tightening around your hip.

“there we go,” he says approvingly, a smirk playing on his lips. “now let's finish this.” without further ado, he aligns himself with your dripping entrance once more. holding onto your waist firmly, he thrusts into you with renewed vigor. the sensation of being filled completely by him sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

“fuck yes,” he groans, his pace relentless as he starts to hammer into you with abandon. “fuck— stop! u-ume . .” your hand moving backwards, trying to reach umamiye who's ready to fuck you from behind. your action only made him grasp your wrist and jail your hands from pushing him away. you don't know why, but somehow he's getting more bigger than usual you can practically feel his cock poking your cervix, suffocating you.

“so big, —c-cant. oh. my-god!” he fuck you so good you can't even making a sentence properly. a dark chuckle escapes him at your struggles, his grip on your wrist unyielding as he uses his other hand to spread your legs wider, opening you up to receive him fully. “shh, just let go,” he coaxes, his hot breath fanning over your ear as he leans in close, “i've got you.” he give your shoulder a kiss after kiss, a hard bite after that's for sure going to leave a bruise.

each powerful thrust seems designed to drive you mad with pleasure, his thick length stretching you impossibly wide as it plunges into your depths. the pressure builds with each stroke, until you can hardly bear the intense sensations coursing through your body. “come on, baby,” he urges, his voice a husky whisper. “give it to me. let me feel you cumming on my cock.” umemiya large palm gripping on your neck as he pulls you closer until your back touching his chest. his other arm slinging around your waist tightly. his thumb pressing on your neck.

“good slut, good little slut for me, i know you can take it baby,” he whispered in your ear as he thrust faster. his cock throbs inside you, the sensation amplified by the clenching walls surrounding him. the thought of him taking you so thoroughly, so ruthlessly, has your mind spinning. his grip is unyielding, ensuring you remain trapped beneath him as he continues to ravage your body.

“you like it rough, don't you?” he taunts, his breath hot against your ear. “you love when i fuck you senseless, when i make you mine completely.” his hips snap forward, driving his enormous cock deeper into your pussy. the pressure is intense, bordering on painful, but you crave it, needing more of the exquisite agony he inflicts upon you.

“yes, just like that,” you whimper, your body trembling with the effort of staying upright. “s-so deep, hajime.” with a deep, guttural groan, umemiya increases the tempo of his thrusts, his large member slamming into your clenching walls with relentless force. each movement sends ripples of pleasure radiating out from your core, threatening to consume you whole.

“that's right,” he grunts, feeling your inner muscles fluttering around his pulsing shaft. “take every inch, baby. show me how much you need it.” the heat between your bodies intensifies, the sounds of skin slapping against skin mingling with your desperate gasps and moans. umemiya's fingers dig into your flesh, leaving marks that serve as a permanent reminder of his possession.

“don't hold back now,” he commands, his voice strained with desire. “cum for me, show me what you really are...my good little slut.” his grip on your throat tightens, just enough to make your pulse race and your head spin. the combination of his dominating touch and the brutal pace of his fucking leaves you dizzy with need, teetering on the brink of a shattering climax.

“i'm going to fill you up,” he promises, his voice strained with desire. “going to mark you as mine from the inside out.” feeling your walls tighten around him, umemiya's control snaps. with a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, flooding your womb with his hot seed for the nth time that afternoon. your name is a primal chant on his lips as he rides out his orgasm, each spurt sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“oh fuck, why are you so damn tight? i thought i already stretched you out before,” he pants, his body shaking with the force of his release. “so perfect... c-can't believe i try not to break you when you're this pretty,” as the last tremors of his orgasm subside, he slowly eases out of you, his spent cock glistening with your combined juices. leaning down, he presses a tender kiss to your shoulder, marking you with his scent.

“good girl,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, laced with satisfaction. “always so good for me.” slowly he leans you against the table once more, letting you catch your breath as your eyes close. he too, trying to catch his breath. eyes still glue on your flustered face.

his gaze shifted to your dripping pussy when he pulled his dick out, bringing your cum as well, until it dripped on the floor, making a little puddle of cum, mixing with his. watching you with hooded eyes, umemiya's hand trails lightly over your curves, tracing patterns across your skin. the sight of your glistening cunt, coated with their mixed fluids, sends another wave of arousal through him.

“that's right,” he whispers, his voice a low rumble. “you're covered in my cum, all mine.” leaning down, he takes a moment to lap at your swollen clit, savoring the taste of you mixed with his own essence. the sensation is intoxicating, driving him to new heights of desire. a string of moan leaving your lips swollen lips.

“you look so sexy like this,” he murmurs against your heated flesh, “all used up and marked by me.” his tongue laps at your slick folds again, savoring the taste of you. every flick and swirl sends jolts of pleasure shooting through your body, reigniting the flames of desire. “just relax,” he soothes, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. “let me take care of everything.”

slowly, methodically, he begins to work on your sensitive nub, his mouth a warm, wet oasis on your throbbing clit. the dual sensations of his tongue and the remnants of his cum coating your pussy have you squirming under his touch. “fuck, ume— so sensitive,” you whimpering, clenched around nothing. he chuckles darkly, the vibrations adding to the intensity as he continues to tease your clit with his tongue. his hands roam your body, kneading and caressing, mapping every curve and dip.

“mmm, i know just what you like,“ he purrs, his words muffled against your sensitive flesh. “you're so responsive to me, baby. always so eager to please like a little slut,” he chuckles. increasing the pressure, he sucked gently on your clit, swirling his tongue around the bud before releasing it with a pop. the cool air hits your damp skin, sending shivers down your spine. he spins you around, guiding you to sit on the edge of the table. leaning in, he captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to claim you once more.

“taste yourself on my tongue,” he growls against your lips, his voice thick with lust. “taste us, together.” the tangy flavor of his cum mixes with your own natural sweetness, a heady cocktail that only serves to heighten your arousal. you can feel his hardness pressing against your stomach, a constant reminder of what's to come.

“now, let's get cleaned up,” he murmurs, breaking the kiss to stand straight and pull you to your feet. “and then we can start round two,” a breathy chuckle follows, jokingly along with you moaning a complaint, already feeling sore, “i can't feel my leg.” he laughs heartily at your complaint, moving to grab your hips to help support you. “poor thing,” he teases, squeezing your hips gently. “next time i'll go easier on you,” he kiss your forehead with the same soft downturn gray eyes he always had.

“wait here for me baby, let me clean you up,” he kissed your forehead once again before taking a clean cloth to clean your mess and his. with gentle but firm movements, umemiya cleans away the evidence of your intense lovemaking. his touch is careful yet thorough, ensuring every trace of their combined essences is wiped away.

“there, all better,” he says, planting a soft kiss on your temple. “i've got you,” he wraps the cloth around your hips, securing it snugly to keep the blood flowing back to your legs. giving your ass a playful slap, he smirks. “stay put, baby. i'll be right back,” returning moments later, umemiya carries a bottle of cold water and a small towel.

“come sit properly on the table, honey,” he says sweetly, his voice resonating in your ears. with gentle hands, he guides you to sit facing him on the table while he takes a seat on the bench. he positions your legs sideways and looks up at you with a warm smile.

he carefully unwinds the cloth from around your hips, his fingers grazing your sensitive skin. setting aside the cloth, he pours some water onto the towel and begins to wipe down your thighs and between your legs.

“this should help,” he explains, his voice soothing. “cold water will bring the blood back to your legs faster,” he continues to dab at your skin, taking care not to press too hard. each stroke of the cool fabric sends pleasant tingles up your spine, helping to ease the ache in your limbs.

“mmm, that feels nice,” you murmur, feeling your body relax under his touch. you watch his expression, noticing the way his eyes focus on his task, carefully dabbing at your skin with the cool cloth. despite the domesticity of the moment, you can still feel a faint tension between the two of you, an undercurrent of desire that hasn't quite been satisfied.

your eyes meet his as he looks up at you, his fingers gliding gently along your sensitive skin. “is that better?” he asks, his voice filled with a subtle hint of satisfaction. his fingers brush against your inner thighs as he cleans you, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. “keep still,” he instructs, his voice low and commanding, “don't move.”

despite the pleasant sensations his touch is stirring, you obey his command and try to stay still, gripping the edge of the table for support. you can feel the cool cloth gliding across your skin, erasing the remnants of their earlier activities. his eyes remain fixed on your face as he continues to clean you, his touch firm yet gentle. the silence in the room is interrupted only by the sound of your labored breaths, a telltale sign of your growing desire. “feel better?” he smiles at you after he finishes cleaning you up.

you nod, feeling a mix of pleasure and relief now that the cool water has helped to soothe your aching muscles. “much better,” you reply, a small smile curving your lips. “thank you.” he tosses the cloth into the basket in the corner before letting his hands resting on your thighs. “good,” he murmurs, his voice low and satisfied. “i like taking care of you.” his thumbs brush against your inner thighs, and you can feel his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every inch of you.

“why?” you asked.

he glances up at you, a hint of surprise in his expression. “why what?” he asks, his thumbs still tracing lazy patterns on your skin as he continues to gaze at you. “why do you enjoy taking care of me so much?” you ask, curiosity in your voice as you place one palm on the table to support your body, leaning slightly towards him. he pauses for a moment, his fingers stilling against your skin as he considers your question. “because i care about you,” he says finally, his voice sincere. “i like knowing that i can help you feel good, that i can take care of you. i t makes me happy,” he kiss your arm lightly.

“yeah, but why?” you press, wanting to understand his deeper reasons. “what makes you want to take on that responsibility and effort for me?” he hesitates for a moment, his fingers resuming their gentle caresses as he gathers his thoughts. “i suppose it's because i have a strong protective instinct when it comes to you,” he admits, his voice much softer now. “i want to shield you from anything that might hurt you, and i want to make sure that you're happy and taken care of.”

he pauses for a moment, his eyes meeting yours. “i guess i just can't stand the thought of anyone else touching you or making you feel the way i can.” “but we're not even dating, aren't we?” your eyebrows arch, “why do you want to waste your time taking care of me?” you asked, added another layer of your confusion to umemiya's plate.

he lets out a soft sigh, his thumbs still tracing lazy circles on your skin. “i don't see it as wasting my time,” he responds, his voice firm, “taking care of you brings me a sense of satisfaction and contentment.” he silent for a moment, his expression becoming more serious. “and yes, we're not officially dating,” he admits, “but that doesn't change my feelings for you. i care for you, regardless of the title we put on our relationship.” he hesitates for a moment, his thumbs pausing momentarily on your skin before resuming their gentle stroking. he tilts his head slightly to one side. “does that matter to you?”

he watches your expression with a mixture of curiosity and concern as he waits for your response. it's clear that your question has struck a nerve and prompted him to consider the significance of your relationship status. he leans in closer, his hands moving to rest on your hips as he gazes into your eyes. “does it matter to you that we're not officially dating?” he repeats, his voice low but earnest. he gauges your reaction carefully, clearly interested in your answer.

you shrug your shoulders and say, “yes, it’s important to me. i believe i deserve more than just a relationship without any real commitment or label,” your eyes meet his gentle gaze, revealing your emotions as they reflect back at you in his expression. he nods thoughtfully, his fingers gently tracing along the curve of your hips as he processes your response. “i see,” he mutters, his voice thoughtful. “you want something more concrete, something that's defined and has a label.” he gazes into your eyes, his expression earnest. “can i ask you something?”

“hm?” your eyes never leaving his.

he hesitates for a moment, his thumbs stroking your skin in slow, soothing motions. “if i asked you to be my girlfriend right now,” he finally murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours, “would you say yes?” you smile slightly, tilting your head to one side until it rests gently on your shoulder. with a playful glint in your eye, you add, “i’d probably say yes.” his expression shifts, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “probably?” he repeats, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

he moves closer to you, his hands finding their way to your hips once again. “only probably? i wanted a definite answer, not a probability.”

“then take me out on a date and ask me properly,” you say, a smile still gently gracing half of your face. as you speak, your fingers lightly drifts across and rests on his soft skin, tenderly caressing his cheek. he lets out a low chuckle, his hands stilling on your thighs as he leans back and looks up at you. “you're demanding one, aren't you?” he teases, his fingers continuing their gentle caresses on your thigh. “but fair enough,” he added, a hint of amusement in his voice.

he studies you for a moment before finally standing up and taking a step closer to you, his hands moving to rest on your hips. “alright then,” he says, his tone playful, “how about i take you out to dinner tomorrow night and ask you out properly?”

nodding your head with a small smile that gradually grows wider, you say, “cool,” your shyness preventing you from giving a more complete answer. he grins at your response, his hands firmly on your hips as he pulls you closer to him. “cool,” he repeats, a note of satisfaction in his voice.

he grins at you, his hands still resting on your hips as he pulls you closer to him. “you'll say yes, right?” he teases, his voice low and slightly taunting. “once i take you out and ask you properly, you won't have an excuse to say no?” he leans in closer, his body pressed against yours, his breath warm against your neck. “you can't back out now,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “after i take you out on a date and ask you to be my girlfriend, i expect you to say yes.” he nuzzles your neck, his lips trailing soft kisses against your skin. “no take backs, no second thoughts. you're mine.”

“don’t have much of a choice now, do i?” you chuckle softly as your hand reaches out to gently touch his soft white hair. he chuckles softly, his lips still pressed against your neck. “no, you don't,“ he agrees, his hands drifting down to squeeze your hips gently. “but I'm sure you won't mind being mine.” he pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, his expression a mix of desire and possessiveness. “you're already mine in every way that matters,” he adds, his voice low and seductive.

#umemiya smut #hajime umemiya x reader #umemiya hajime x reader #umemiya hajime smut #umemiya fluff #umemiya x reader #wind breaker smut #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker

636 notes · View notes

starryevermore · 7 months ago

Text

it’s a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it ✧ azriel

angst city™ library | send in a request (consult request faqs first)

pairing: azriel x vanserra!fem!reader

summary: you have a surprise for your mate. azriel takes everything horribly.

word count: 2,743

warnings?:, angst city™ bitch, (perceived) cheating, accusations of cheating, dual povs, no happy ending (we stay sad here), there may be a part 2 if anyone asks nicely, not proofread

PART TWO

Ordinarily, you hated when Azriel would leave for long missions. Azriel loved that about you. For so many years, he longed for someone to love him in spite of himself. Throughout his life, he had so many heinous things. He always worried that his hands were stained too red for anyone to ever want to hold. But you, the only daughter of Autumn, looked him right in the eye and proudly declared that he was your mate. You looked at the darkest parts of him and found love for him anyways. And when your family, when Beron, tried to keep you from him, you ran straight into his arms anyways. You were willing to throw away everything you knew for him. Azriel would always be grateful for that. But, now, you almost seemed to want him to leave.

You had been acting strange a few days before he left. For as long as Azriel knew you, you were fiercely independent. It was something that was appreciated because it meant you could take care of yourself when he was gone for days, weeks, even months at a time to carry out Rhysand’s will. Now, though…You would disappear for long stretches of time, give vague answers when Azriel would ask how you were doing. He supposed, as spymaster, he could figure it out for himself, or at least send some shadows to follow you, but he wanted you to tell him yourself. He needed to hear from you that everything was okay.

That is, until he told you he was going to be away for a month on a mission. Typically when he would be gone for so long, you would hold him close and rant about how you were going to give Rhys a piece of your mind for taking your mate away. And he would kiss you and cherish the few hours he had left with you before he would have to leave. This time, you only pouted and gave him a kiss goodnight before retiring to bed.

It was damn near impossible for him to focus on the mission after that. Had Azriel done something wrong? Had you finally reached the depths of Azriel’s darkness and decided you hated what you saw?

He planned on talking to you as soon as he returned. He would not let you get away with vague answers. He wouldn’t rest until he got the truth about your new behavior. He had to know.

He almost wished he hadn’t.

When Azriel winnowed into his shared home with you, the scent of other males filled his nose. If it had been Cassian or Rhys, he would have paid it no mind. But he didn’t recognize these scents. Who had you invited into his home?

A worse thought crept into his mind—had this been why you were so eager for him to leave?

You grinned as a shadow alerted you to Azriel’s return home. It had been so hard to keep away from your mate, but you knew that if you allowed yourself near him, you would have spoiled the surprise. And, oh, how you wanted to surprise him.

It wasn’t easy to keep things from the spymaster. Between his shadows and his observational skills, he had near perfect accuracy when it came to figuring out your surprises. And yet, he didn’t make any guesses or reveal that he knew what your secret plan was this entire time. It almost had you confessing. But then Azriel told you he was being sent away for a month on a mission, and you knew you could hold out until the end.

You couldn’t keep the secret totally to yourself, of course. You told Rhys and Feyre, who helped you find a reputable group of workers to build the addition onto your home. And you told Nesta and Cassian, who caught you leaving the store with a bundle of bags. Mor guessed on her own. Amren was the one who figured it out before even you knew. Everyone agreed to keep the secret amongst themselves, on the condition that you invite them over for dinner after you finally reveal your secret to your mate.

And the day had finally come! The workers had just finished the addition a few days before, their timing nearly perfect.

When you felt the shadows creep up your ankles, wrapping themselves around you, you knew Azriel was home. You jumped up from your seat on the couch and ran to greet him where he stood in the dining room.

A wide smile stretched across your face as you said, “Welcome home!”

But when you threw your arms around his neck, he didn’t move. You took a step back, watching as he glanced around your home, his nose wrinkling.

“Did the mission go alright?” you tried.

Still, Azriel didn’t say anything. Worry began to settle in the pit of your stomach. It must have been truly awful for him to be so quiet now. While Azriel usually kept some of the more gory details to himself, he did like to talk to you about his missions. He said it helped him process the things he did. Did you need to go give Rhys a piece of your mind?

“Az, is everything okay?”

Finally, his eyes snapped to yours. “I don’t know,” he said, his head tilting, looking at you almost like how a predator looks at its prey. “Would you be okay if you found out your mate was unfaithful?”

Your heart dropped. How could he think that? “What?”

Azriel rolled his eyes and gestured widely to the room. “You think I can’t smell the other males who have been here? Do you think I’m stupid?”

Oh. Oh no. You had glamoured your own scent, so that you might keep this all a surprise. But you didn’t think to glamour the scent of the workers. “You don’t understand—”

“I understand perfectly well that I have a whore of a mate,” he hissed.

You reached for him. How could this go so wrong? Why wasn’t he listening to you? “Azriel, please—”

He pushed you away so hard you stumbled, your back hitting the kitchen table. His eyes flashed—with what, you weren’t sure. Certainly not regret, though. “Stay the fuck away from me.”

“Just listen to me, please—”

“I don’t want to listen to any of the lies you spew,” he snapped. He turned to leave. “When I come back, I expect you to be gone.”

“Azriel!”

But before you could say anymore, he was already gone.

It took everything in you to not sink to your knees and cry. Why would Azriel so easily believe you would be unfaithful to him? Why wouldn’t he let you explain? Did he truly think so little of you? You wiped your face with the back of your hand, surprised by how many tears had already fallen.

How could Azriel look at the face of his crying mate and not even attempt to hear you out?

You took a shuddering breath, glancing down at the one shadow that remained with you. Bile rose up in your throat. He wouldn’t listen to you, but he would leave a shadow? To what, make sure you actually left?

Fine.

Fine, you’ll leave, if that’s what he wishes. You didn’t want to stay a minute longer with a male who thinks so lowly of his mate.

Azriel stayed gone for a week. He retreated to Rhysand’s cabin, knowing that you wouldn’t—you couldn’t—follow him there. Unlike your brothers, you were unable to winnow. Try as you might, the skill never came for you. It had once pained him, knowing how you had to flee the Autumn Court on foot so that you could be with him. Now, though, Azriel was grateful to be able to put distance between you and him.

The only contact Azriel had that entire week was to send a letter to Rhys, providing the details of the mission and stating that he would be away for a while. Rhys only responded to tell him to enjoy his time away. Azriel wished he could. But there was nothing enjoyable about learning of a mate’s infidelity.

Finally, though, the limited food supply at the cabin ran low enough to justify Azriel returning to his family. He went to the River House, hoping to talk to Rhys about what had transpired. What he hadn’t expected was to be greeted with celebration.

“Congratulations!” Feyre said when she saw him, pulling Azriel into a one-armed hug as she held Nyx on her hip.

Rhys’s lips pulled into a smirk as he approached him. “Where is that mate of yours? I believe she promised us a dinner.”

Azriel’s heart clenched at the mention of you. As angry as he was to learn you had been unfaithful, it had broke his heart to know that he couldn't be with you again. He would never be able to trust you again. Azriel already spent his days torturing the scum of Prythian. He didn’t need to have a scourge of a mate, too. “Dinner’s cancelled for the foreseeable future,” Azriel said.

Rhys waved him off. “Understandable. If she’s anything like Feyre was, she must constantly be sick. Whenever she’s ready, though, we would love to have dinner with her.”

Why was Rhysand so focused on dinner? A bitter part of him wondered if his brother was one of the people you took to bed. Would you do that to him, to Feyre?

Feyre looked Azriel up and down, sensing that there was something more than what Azriel was letting on. “Have you seen her since you’ve come back?”

“I have,” Azriel said, his tone clipped.

“And were you…excited?” she asked.

He rolled his eyes. “Why would I be excited to learn my mate is a—” He glanced at Nyx. Though barely a year old, he probably was cognizant enough to babble swear words spoken in front of him. “—that my mate was unfaithful?”

“What are you talking about?” Rhys asked, his brows knit together.

“I came home to a house reeking of other males. She didn’t even try to hide—”

Feyre gasped, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. Finally. Someone understood. “You didn’t—“

Rhysand’s eyes flashed. “Azriel, don’t tell me you excused her of cheating.”

“Why shouldn’t I confront her for what she did? For who she brought into our home?”

“Azriel, that female loves you. She risked her life to come to Velaris. Do you really think that she would throw that all away?” Rhys snarled. “Tell me she’s still at the house.”

“When I left a week ago, I told her to be gone. I imagine she isn’t there anymore.” Azriel frowned. “And I know, it doesn’t seem like something she would do, but the males’ scents were everywhere—”

Azriel’s head snapped to the side. He raised his hand to his face, touching his stinging skin. He looked at Feyre, his eyes widening. Did she really just hit him? Now? “You idiot!” she snapped. “Your home smelled like other males because she hired workers to build an addition while you were gone.”

“What?” Why would you do that? You had always loved the small cottage. You had once told him that the only reason you might ever choose to leave would be to grow your family.

“She was having a nursery built,” Rhys snapped.

Oh.

It was days before you reached Autumn’s borders, and days still before you came into contact with other fae. The female fae, who found you collapsed on her family’s farm, took pity on you. Ordinarily, you would have shuddered at the mere idea of being pitied by anyone. But you were so exhausted. You weren’t sure if you could make it any further on your own. So when she ordered her husband to winnow you to the Forest House, you leaned against him and let him take you away. At the Forest House, you were passed to the arms of a sentry to one of Eris’s guards until your brother was carrying you into your old room, yelling for a healer.

Save for trips to the bathroom and when your mother dragged you out to family dinners, you scarcely left your bed. The healer would check on you daily to ensure that you were still healthy enough to carry your child and that the child was still doing well—that the stress wasn’t killing it. You were sure the stress was killing you. Aside from her, though, you didn’t speak to anyone. You couldn’t find the energy, not even when Eris was sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to make sense of what happened.

“Did something happen with Azriel?” he asked, reaching out to pet your hair. It had been something he often did when you were younger whenever you were upset.

You squeezed your eyes shut and rolled over, turning your back to Eris. It was the first time anyone had said his name. Whenever the healer would come, she would make remarks about “the father”. But she never said his name. As for your mother and brothers, they mostly kept to themselves. Whether it was to give you time to heal or out of fear of you breaking down, you weren’t sure.

“Did he hurt you?” Eris asked.

“Not like Father did,” you whispered. It hurt to speak. Your vocal cords strained. You swallowed, trying to alleviate the pain. It didn’t help.

His hand paused at your answer. When he spoke again, his voice was tight, like it pained him to think your mate could hurt you. “What did the bastard do?”

Part of you wanted to say nothing. Reliving that pain was too much, and you doubted it would be good for the baby. But now that you had spoken, you doubted that Eris would let you continue your vow of silence. “He accused me of infidelity.”

You glanced over your shoulder, watching as Eris’s eyes turned to slits. You rolled back over and reached for his hand. It was warm, like his fire was just below the surface. “And you let him live after such an accusation?”

“He wouldn’t listen. Was so sure of it that it didn’t matter what I said.” Your eyes welled up with tears. Though you were no stranger to crying in front of your brother, you prayed you wouldn’t do it now. It felt too pathetic—crying over a male. “I had an addition built to the cottage. He smelt the workers’ scents and thought the worst.”

Eris opened his mouth. You braced yourself for the fire that was about to spew from his mouth. A knock on the door, however, stopped him in his tracks. Both of you looked over as your mother stepped into the room, a piece of paper pinched between her fingers. Eris rose to his feet, then closed the distance between them. “What is it?”

“It’s a letter from the Night Court. The High Lord is inquiring about her whereabouts.”

You glanced down at the shadow, still twisted around your wrist. Huh. Maybe Azriel didn’t leave the shadow behind to monitor you. Otherwise, there would be no need to look for you. The shadow could easily slither back to its master, whisper that you were hiding in the Forest House. A smile tugged at your lips. Even if this killed you, it did bring you some modicum of joy to know the shadows were turning their back on Azriel.

Your mother and Eris looked to you for any sign of how to respond. Letting out a breath, you pushed yourself up and swung your legs over the edge of the bed. You tightened the robe around your waist as you strode over to them. “Tell them that I am safe,” you said, “and that any further correspondence is unnecessary and unwanted.”

Then, you walked past them to your wardrobe, plucked a dress and retreated to the bathroom. You were done wallowing in self-pity. If your mate didn’t want you anymore, that was fine. You could learn to live with this. But you won’t allow yourself to become a husk. Not when you had a babe you would need to care for.

As you shut the door, you heard Eris say, “Tell the High Lord that if the shadowsinger dares to sniff around our borders, I will have his wings mounted to my wall.”

You couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

PART TWO

#azriel imagine #azriel x reader #azriel x fem!reader #azriel x female reader #azriel x you #azriel x y/n #azriel fanfiction #azriel fan fiction #azriel fanfic #azriel fan fic #azriel fic #azriel shadowsinger #starrywrites #starryevermore

573 notes · View notes

sweetiesicheng · 1 month ago

Text

seventeen - secret

joshua x reader

word count : 1,494

"is that y/n?" you turn around and see some of your brother's friends stopping in the middle of the sidewalk when they notice you.

"you're all dressed up," seungcheol comments, noticing your outfit.

"uh, i'm going out," you mention and put your lip gloss in your bag.

"going on a date?” mingyu immediately fires questions at you. "with who? does wonwoo know?"

you roll your eyes, "does my brother need to know everything? do you guys need to know everything? geez." you turn away and start walking down the block.

the trio stay where they are and watch you. "should we tell wonwoo?" mingyu asks seungcheol and seokmin.

"i wanna see who she is going on a date with," seokmin replies as he untwists the top to a drink he had bought at the convenience store a few minutes prior. "you guys wanna come with?" he asks before taking a sip.

"as long as you don't yap and blow our cover. one of you text and say we aren't going to the court," seungcheol replies.

"let's wait here for a second before following her," mingyu says and takes his phone out of his pocket. "i'm texting wonwoo."

"y/n is gonna kill you if she finds out that you're the one who told wonwoo," seokmin says to him.

"what if the guy is a total dickhead?" mingyu replies as he texts in a group chat. "okay, texted wonwoo," he says.

seungcheol looks down the block and no longer sees y/n. "hey, ask wonwoo if he has y/n's location. we might lose her," he says before jogging away. seokmin and mingyu follow seungcheol down the block.

seungcheol makes it to the end of the block and looks around to see y/n already across the street. she walks down a street with her phone in hand and a smile on her face.

"didn't she reject someone recently? maybe she's had a secret boyfriend!" seokmin suggests as they start walking down the street, opposite to the sidewalk y/n is walking on.

"secret boyfriend? she's really bad at keeping secrets," mingyu says, "remember when she spoiled your's and vernon's birthday party?"

"vernon didn't even remember that she spoiled it," seokmin reminds him.

seungcheol laughs, "that was funny though."

"guys, the group chat is blowing up," mingyu says as he looks at his phone. suddenly, seungcheol grabs the back of his shirt to hold mingyu back from crossing the street. "oh shit, thanks."

"what's everyone saying?" seungcheol asks.

mingyu looks at the multitude of texts that keep coming in. not everyone has texted so far, but the guys are surprised at y/n going on a secret date with someone.

"they can't believe it. wonwoo says that y/n hasn't said anything," mingyu says.

seungcheol looks up, "keep walking," he instructs all of them and they do so.

seokmin stays in the front and looks for y/n across the street, making sure she's visible. seungcheol reads off of mingyu's phone.

—

"no wonder," wonwoo says as he reads the text messages on his phone.

jeonghan shoots a basketball and it goes through the net, making a bit of a swish noise. "no wonder what?" he asks and starts walking across the court to grab his basketball.

"y/n has been locking herself in her room at home. our brother tried to go in there once, and y/n practically screamed at him," wonwoo replies.

soonyoung looks back at wonwoo, who sits on a higher bleacher. "doesn't she always do that?" he asks. jeonghan walks to the bleachers and places his basketball down.

"i'm the one she usually yells at," wonwoo replies.

"who do you think she's on a date with? someone in her grade?" jeonghan asks.

"who is in her class?" soonyoung asks.

"not me," jeonghan replies. "joshua and seungcheol are in the same class. they would be the only ones she could be in class with.”

"clubs?" soonyoung asks.

"she isn't in a club this year," wonwoo answers, "that's why she got the reception job."

vernon suddenly sits up from the bleacher he was laying on, "i think it's another senior," he says.

all of them look at vernon. "you're awake?" jeonghan asks.

"oh, i was watching a movie, but the texts messages kept blowing my phone up," vernon answers while pointing at his phone.

soonyoung looks at wonwoo, "should we meet up with seungcheol and them and find out where y/n is going?" he asks.

wonwoo raises an eyebrow, "i don't want to get killed by my own sister today."

"it'll be fun!" soonyoung says to him. "maybe everyone can meet up. it's like hidden camera."

"this sounds like a movie," vernon speaks up.

soonyoung points at vernon, "exactly what i was thinking."

"i don't think the others are coming to the court anytime soon. we might as well meet up with them," jeonghan says.

wonwoo sighs, "alright, let's go."

—

chan laughs while looking at his phone. "guys, this is funny!" he says to his friends.

minghao is at a counter paying for snacks with jihoon right behind him. junhui is still somewhere in the convenience store, trying to find his favorite drink. seungkwan looks at chan's phone.

"should we go too?" chan asks.

seungkwan shakes his head, "we need to go to practice."

"but the others left the court already," chan replies. minghao approaches them, "hyung, should we meet with the others?"

"and follow y/n around? is that even a good idea?" minghao asks, handing the plastic bag of snacks to chan.

"the others are going," chan mentions.

minghao shrugs, "i guess we can. i doubt anyone else is going to the court now.”

"where we going?" jihoon asks as he joins the group.

"to find y/n and find out who she's dating," seungkwan answers.

"jun! hurry up," minghao calls out.

junhui stands in front of a fridge with his arms crossed. then, he opens a door and grabs a drink. he goes to the front and pays for the drink before joining the guys.

"where are we going now?" junhui asks as all of them leave the store.

"meeting up with the guys. everyone wants to figure out who y/n is going on a date with," minghao answers.

"we're gonna look like stalkers," jihoon says with a sigh.

"or we could be saving her from a creep," chan says. "well, that's what mingyu keeps saying," he adds while looking at his phone.

—

joshua sits on a stone fence outside of a local park. with his phone in hand, he reads through the text messages that keep coming in.

“i guess it isn’t that obvious,” joshua says to himself as he reads the text messages. he gets an individual text from minghao but doesn’t reply as he keeps reading incoming messages in the group chat.

"josh!"

he looks up and sees you walking towards him. before you reach him, joshua stands up and puts his phone in his jacket pocket.

"hey," joshua greets when you reach him.

"hi," you reply with a smile. "ready to go?" you ask him.

"yea," he says and reaches to hold your hand. "did you walk over here okay?" he asks as you two start walking into the park.

"it was fine. i saw seokmin, mingyu, and seungcheol on my way over. they were trying to get into my business again," you mention, ending with a huff.

"yea...about that..."

"huh? what?"

—

"it says she's here," wonwoo says as he looks at his phone screen. he uses his other hand to block the sunlight away so he can see the screen better.

"i don't see her," chan says while looking around.

"what do you think you're doing?"

all of the guys turn around to see y/n standing a few feet away from the guys. she stands there with her arms crossed.

"oh hey," wonwoo greets his sister.

y/n sighs, "would you guys like to meet my boyfriend?" you ask them.

"holy shit, she's actually dating someone?"

"since when do you have a boyfriend?"

"there's no way."

"um..." joshua walks over to the guys.

"oh, josh, there you are," vernon speaks. "we're going to meet y/n’s boyfriend," he mentions.

"i wonder how handsome he is," soonyoung wonders.

"y/n has standards," jihoon says.

"guys," joshua calls to them to get their attention, "i am the boyfriend," he says to them.

all of them look at joshua. "what?" seungcheol asks.

"i am y/n's boyfriend," joshua repeats.

you walk to joshua and hold his hand. "okay people. now you know who he is, so stop stalking me," you say to them. "let's go," you say to joshua.

he nods, "yea." he looks at the guys, "sorry guys, gonna have to miss practice," he says to them before you two start walking away.

the guys watch you two walk through the park. everyone stands in disbelief.

"what...what just happened?" junhui asks.

234 notes · View notes

vaspider · 1 year ago

Text

Since I just turned off reblogs on another post that quickly went from "let's have fun" to "this is fucking awful, I'm taking away this toy," please read this BlueSky thread from rahaeli, who I don't think is on here.

Most of it I've c/p for ease of readability bc BSky's threading sucks.

Okay, it's time again to talk about what the experience of having a social media account with a bunch of followers (*) is like. (* "a bunch" of followers is platform dependent. I'm getting irritating shit at 2k on Bluesky I didn't get until 10k on Twitter.)

(Ugh, wait, nevermind, I hit 3k while I wasn't looking. Anyway.) Someone who has never had more than 100 followers literally cannot comprehend the sheer volume of the responses you get. Even if individual posts don't get a ton of replies, if you post with any frequency, it accumulates.

Once you hit the first degradation threshold, your experience gets a little bit shittier. It's overwhelming volume, but the people who are following you are mostly ideologically, socially, and culturally aligned to you. You have the same concept of social media manners.

You'll get a few duplicate comments, because nobody reads the comments before they reply, but they're mostly from cool people, so you just roll your eyes a little at the same joke five times. You still make friends. You still have fun and can wind up finding neat new people.

And then those neat new people retweet your stuff, and it starts reaching out to an audience of people who are less aligned with what you think of as social media manners. You start getting some replies you find obnoxious: they're in good faith, you can tell, but they just grate on you sometimes.

And then *those* people start reposting your more viral threads, and you get people following you who are three degrees of separation from the people you are most likely to vibe with. And three degrees of separation is the second degradation threshold.

The second degradation threshold is where you start getting the constant, low-grade sand-in-a-pearl annoyances. The person who wants to argue with everything. The 15 people making the identical shitty "joke" that's actually just doing the exact thing you're complaining about, "ironically".

The people who look at a post that contains no question marks and think "there is an implied question here and I will answer it!" and leap to offer the most basic advice that you already thought of because you have existed for more than three seconds and can, in fact, think of the obvious answers.

The people who are spoiling for a fight no matter what, because you used one word in the post that is their particular berserk button and they're going to scream at you for hating waffles because you said you like pancakes even though you never mentioned waffles.

It is constant. It is never-ending. You cannot escape it. Every time you post anything at all, opening the app means wading through twenty garbage replies for every reply from someone who is actually cool and you'd vibe with just fine if you chatted with them.

You want to bitch about a minor annoyance? There will be 40 people all giving you the same useless advice. You want to squee about something you're enjoying that's making you happy? There will be 40 people coming to scold you because that thing isn't morally pure enough.

Every post. Every day. About 75% of the time you compose a post, you will get halfway through writing it and think "I can't deal with the replies this will get today" and delete it. You stop talking about things you enjoy, because you're tired of people shitting on them.

You stop complaining about the tiny annoyances in your life that you want to bitch about, because weirdly enough you already HAVE tried the first fifteen obvious suggestions you're going to get, and you don't want to spend an hour explaining why they won't work to everyone who's "helping".

(But you can't just ignore the "helpful" posts and not engage with them, because then you start getting accusations of being "elitist" and "standoffish" and jesus, lady, we're just trying to help here, why do you have to be so fucking rude and stuck-up, you full of yourself bitch.)

If you are any less gracious to the 40th person than that person thinks they deserve, there is a very good chance they're going to call you a cunt and drag allot their friends in to dogpile you and make the site unusable for at least three days.

The third degradation threshold is when you start needing to regularly call your local police department and politely remind them there are people who get very mad at you online and will try very hard to have you murdered by armed agents of the state and you'd appreciate it if they didn't do that.

I first had that conversation with my local police department in 2003. It's gotten faster now, at least? You usually don't have to start by explaining what social media even is.

Bluesky has tighter thresholds than Twitter did. On Twitter it was nicely exponential: the breakpoints were around 1k, 10k, 100k. Bluesky is running faster. I'm getting Twitter 10k annoyances at a Bluesky 3k. I am trying very, very hard not to switch over into Twitter 10k defensive posting.

I want to leave the defensive posting back on Twitter. I really do. I want to be able to bitch about a thing without having to wade through 20 "go try [extremely obvious thing]". I want to post about a thing I enjoy without 20 people yelling at me I'm bad for enjoyjng it.

There's a difference between arguing about an idea (which I love) and the onslaught of constantly infuriating replies plucking at your last goddamn nerve. And the more "last goddamn nerve" replies you get, the crankier you are, and then people lose their shit at you because you snapped at them.

So maybe let's all start keeping a few principles in mind: 1) if there's more than one reply, check to see if your point has already been covered. If it has, you don't need to repeat it.

2) Even the funniest joke gets old after the 20th time you hear it in 3 hours.

3) "I'm going to jokingly do the exact thing you just were complaining about because ha ha the real joke is I would never do that asshole thing" is never funny, and it is indistinguishable from you actually doing the asshole thing.

4) If there is no question mark in the tweet, think twice about offering "helpful" advice unless you and the poster know each other *mutually*, not just parasocially, you know it's likely to be new info for them, and you ask "do you want to hear how I handle this?" first and get an affirmative.

5) If you are going to ignore 4, ask yourself "is this a suggestion that someone with a reasonable level of generalized adult knowledge would think of trying within the first 15 minutes of approaching the problem?" If so, do not suggest it.

6) Do you really need to nitpick that grammar, spelling, or word choice? Did you understand what they were trying to say before autocorrect mangled it or they blanked on the exact word they wanted and found a close one? If you understood the meaning, don't be their volunteer copyeditor.

7) Is someone excited about a thing you hate? Are they having fun with the thing? Is the thing a front for white supremacist recruiting or organizing the overthrow of the US government? If the answers are yes, yes, and no, respectively, shut the fuck up and let people enjoy things.

8) We are all occasionally That Commenter. If someone you have a pre-existing relationship with replies to you and lets you know you're being That Commenter, it's because they have a positive enough impression of you they don't want to go straight to block. Treat this like the warning sign it is.

9) It deserves repeating: remember the Law of Large Numbers. Even if you only commented once, you may be the hundredth irritating comment that person got that day. Bluesky's terrible threading makes this worse: people don't keep a single thread of mounting crankiness the way they did on Twitter.

9a) If someone's top tweet sounds really annoyed at something, maybe check their timeline or follow back their nested self-QTs to see what level of irritable they're at and over what so you don't step straight on the same rakes they've been dodging all day.

10) However, remember that BSky also doesn't show replies made by people the OP has blocked in a thread. If they post about a pattern that's making them cranky and you look and don't see anything, they probably already blocked the worst of it. They still saw it in their mentions in order to block.

I really cannot overstate how absolutely exhausting and soul-destroying the experience of having a large account can be. It's also somehow still rewarding, or we wouldn't do it. But especially if you're a woman or a person of color or a female POC, that balance is really, really close most days.

And of course, the ones who stay are the ones who do find it still rewarding enough to keep doing it despite the constant irritations.

From here, the thread moves into a conversation about stuff specific to BlueSky, but the majority of the thread is truly applicable to Tumblr as well.

You may be the first person to comment "op lives on a planet without music," or "op has never heard of [thing OP didn't mention for whatever reason]," but you're probably not, and at a certain point, it becomes like someone tapping a sunburn.

So yeah.

#how to tumblr #other people's words

1K notes · View notes

crypticminx · 9 months ago

Text

No thoughts just daddy felix x reader 🎀

Being spoiled by Felix, PDA, p in v, Daddy kink, lots of name calling, slight dom Felix?? <33

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Felix Catton loves to take care of people. He’s kind, caring and always welcoming to those he allows into his life. After all, everyone knows that he’s a total sweetheart. However, his heart belongs to you.

For you, his special girl, he takes care of you differently. Spoiling you nonstop with luxurious outings, dresses than can make any other man’s bank account cry, large bouquets of exquisite roses—anything you could ever desire, he grants you. He adores pampering you, treating you like the princess you are.

And he’s courteous with his gifts, everything he hands to you is tucked away in a fancy box that that’s wrapped with pretty pink bows and a lovely handwritten card that reads “for my pretty little baby.”

When he’s away from you, he constantly checks up on you, he can’t bare to go without hearing the softness of your voice assuring him that everything is okay.

never going a second without making sure his beloved is well accounted for.

“How’s my sweet girl,” he’ll coo on the other end of the line, hearing you giggle, knowing that he’s making your face turn pink with blooming emotions. “Want me to send you anything, baby?”

And when the two of you are together, he always holds your hand. You clench it tight, fingers intertwining with one another as you dash hand in hand. His tall frame practically shields you away from anything because he loves to protect you just as he loves showing you off.

When you’re out in public, he doesn’t care about modesty—it’s rather the last thing that’s on his hot and bothered mind when has you sitting all pretty near him. he needs everyone to know that you’re his and that he’s the luckiest man to have you.

You’ll sit on his lap as he wraps his affectionate arms around your waist, pulling you into the depths of his chest as he smothers your smooth cheek with kisses. He loves having you so close to his body, the flowery aroma of your perfume makes his heart tingle and the softness of your hair that rests under his chin is almost ticklish.

“Such a pretty baby you are,” he says in between all his pecks as you smile from all the glee you can’t wipe from your smitten face. Of course, there’s people staring at the two of you, but it’s clear they’re jealous. Every other girl would die to have Felix Catton lovestruck for them.

Even the damn cigarette that dangles in your mouth gets lit by him and once you’ve inhaled enough nicotine for the time being, he always finishes it off before tossing it to the ground.

Being in the bedroom was a completely different story.

Often carrying you to his bedroom—the one that included a bed that was dying to have you fucked on, your dress from dinner nearly slipping off as Felix held you in his strong arms. His doe eyes practically turned into hearts, seeing how radiantly gorgeous you looked—his mouth was watering from a lustful type of hunger.

“Does my sweet girl wanna get fucked by daddy tonight? Hm?” You bite your tongue, finding no strength as you could feel your body grow limp. Knees turning weak, panties soaked like no tomorrow—you both knew the answer to that question. Simply nodding your head, batting your mascara coated lashes as your eyes twinkle, letting Felix know that was your way of saying yes.

Your fitted dress thrown to floor as he undresses himself, his perfectly toned body makes you flush as if it’s the first time laying eyes on his stunning figure. He throws you on the bed like a doll, pouncing on top of you as his fingers curl inside your wet, aching cunt. He hastily circles them in your inner walls, letting his fingers become immensely damp as he can’t get enough of seeing how wet he gets you.

He grins, taking his two fingers out of you, licking them in his salivating mouth before he looks down at your elated expression. “My beautiful, beautiful girl,” he inches himself in order for his cock to enter you, “always so wet for daddy.”

You whimper, feeling the pressure of his full length inside of you makes you ache with sensual pleasure. He lets out a hoarse groan, thrusting himself as he lets your pussy coat his cock.

“Yes daddy,” you squeak, finding it way too challenging to speak when he’s got you all riled up in the heat of the moment.

The bed creaks like no tomorrow, you’re practically bouncing up and down like you’re weightless when he’s got you pinned deep into the confines of the sheets. Your eyes fighting the urge to roll back as he hits every right spot.

“My perfect little girl,” he notes as he practically dwarfs you in comparison to size, he’s so big—in more ways than one—and the two of fit perfectly during your ravenous intercourse. It’s almost humorous.

“Mmm, daddy, m’gonna cum,” you can’t stop the sensitive pangs of ectasy begging to be released from the depths of your core as your boyfriend fucks You senselessly. His big, hard cock rocking you into submission.

“No no no,” he doesn’t beg you, he demands you. “Hold it just a little longer princess, do that for daddy.”

You nod as he amps up his pace, hearing your pretty moans flow around him as the two of you are sure everyone on campus can hear you.

But that’s what makes it fun, Felix wants them to know you belong to his. You’re his angel.

“Oh, fuck,” he croaks, letting himself release his cum inside of you, filling you up to the brim as you feel his cock twitch as you release your orgasm with him.

“Love filling you up,” he breaths out, finding it extremely attractive that you don’t have a problem with him not letting his cum go to waste. Besides, you’d never say no to him.

His sweaty palms roam around your naked body as the two of you break free from your love ridden state, sighing with delightful ease. He pulls you for skin to skin contact, laying on each other bare and full of vulnerability you can only display to one another,

“I love you,” he declares, kissing you softly.

And you love being spoiled by your daddy 🎀

#I need him so bad wtffff #saltburn #felix catton #felix catton x you #jacob elordi #felix catton x reader #felix catton x y/n #saltburn 2023 #felix catton smut #felix catton fanfic #jacob elordi x reader #daddy!felix catton

643 notes · View notes

princessslutt · 8 months ago

Note

Could you do like rafe x crybaby!reader and like she is just so cute and rafe is trying to protect her of everything in the world but she end’s up hurt or sm and rafe comforts her?

pretty please and thank you

btw, sorry if this is bad or sm my brain is not working well today 😿

of course honey! thank you for the request! I love this.

i finally did a good fic without deleting half of it 😭

———————————————————————-

you were known as a crybaby. when it came to wanting anything, and rafe would say no, the flood gates would burst.

But it wasn’t so often that rafe would say no.

You’re his spoiled little girl. You couldn’t take no for an answer, you didn’t even know what no meant.

you are always holding his hand, sitting next to him.

when he’s talking to berry or topper you’re on his lap nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck, and soon falling asleep right on top of him.

When it came to it, he would try to move you. You would just whine and holding onto him.

“c’mon baby, let’s go, you need a nap.” he says, lifting you up while saying goodbye to the boys.

you hold onto him, as his hands and holding onto the bottom of your thighs, while your arms are wrapped around his neck and your cheek on his shoulder with your eyes closed.

you were used to be carried when you didn’t feel like walking, or when you were tired. rafe didn’t mind it, he liked having a little pillow princess.

he opened the passenger door with one hand, pushing the seat back so you can lay down in his truck.

“easy there, now. there you go angel.”

he helps you with your seat belt, but you just turn over on your stomach and close your eyes. it wasn’t long until you heard the driver side door open and smell rafes cologne, the same one you bought him for his birthday last month.

“rafey” you murmur as the car starts up and he starts to drive on the road.

“what is it princess, what’s the matter?” he asks, not even looking at your tired figure but keeping an eye on the road, when it came to rafe he always had to make sure you were safe.

“m’stomach hurts” you whine as you push your knees up to your chest while laying on your side. crying softly.

“I’m sorry sweet girl, I’ll drive as quickly as I can without getting pulled over, yeah?”

you nod tiredly, falling back to sleep. Before you know it, you being carried into rafes home. you whine when you wake up, that lets him know you’re awake.

“it’s okay honey, I’ve got you. Let’s get you to bed, hm?”

you don’t say anything but just lay your cheek on his shoulder as he walks up the stairs and talking to Sarah.

“hey rafe, oh hey y/n!” she practically yells out loud but rafe bubbles up with anger at the thought of her waking you up.

“shut the fuck up. stupidass! you’re gonna wake her up!” he whispers, rolling her eyes and passing Sarah in the staircase.

he opens his bedroom door and gently closes it, sighing quietly as he opens the comforter of his bed and lays you inside of it. You immediately turn over and nuzzle your head into the pillows.

but soon enough, rafe sits on the bed and smiles at your sleepy body.

“c’mon, baby here’s some medicine.” he says as he taps your thigh with his finger and waits for you to wake up.

you whimper are you roll back over and look at your handsome boyfriend. “do I have to?” you complain as he glares at you.

“you were just complaining that your stomach hurts. Yeah you have to, and you’re going to. Now open your fuckin’ mouth and take the pill.”

You’re sleepy eyes start to water, and your lip wobbles but you obey, opening your mouth so he can easily slip the pill in your mouth, he holds your jaw and pours some water in your mouth as well.

“thank you rafey.” you close your eyes again, and grabbing your stuffed animal that you keep at rafes house and hugging it tightly.

“yeah yeah, you’re welcome, you spoiled thing.”

———————————————————————-

˚˖𓍢ִ🩰✧˚.🐰୨୧ ⋅˚₊

#outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron smut #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe x you #rafe fanfiction #rafe smut #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe fic #rafe obx

1K notes · View notes

navstuffs · 6 months ago

Text

Dry-humping Leon Kennedy, who is wearing Graves's outfit.

Based on this mod. TW: dry humping/knee humping, masturbation, gloves, clothed male, tiny little tease at the end, gn!reader. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! lowkey dedicated to @sarahs-secrets2 biggest grave's fan i know

my leon's masterlist

If Leon Kennedy could stop time right now, he would. He had to be out of your house within ten minutes if he didn't want to be late; he was never late, but all his responsibilities were thrown out the window when it came to you. Your presence influenced his mind and sense of duty.

"There is nothing bad on putting yourself first, Leon."

And there you are, legs spread apart, humping your clothed sex against his knee, a frantic desire for someone who won't see each other for weeks. Your eyes are locked on his, drowsy with pleasure, begging for more than Leon can give now.

"Don't do this to me," Leon whispers, his cock twitching in his pants. He wants you to give you everything, but he limits himself to helping, gloved hands on your hips, creating more friction.

Leon glances from your focused face, to your chest, your hips, to then your covered sex. His eyes lust as he notices the wet spot in your underwear. Leon licks his lips unconsciously, his hands impatiently pulling your underwear down.

His gloved hands start rubbing your aching sex, not slow as usual times, but more frantic, his gaze directed to your face again, anxious to know if he is pleasing you or not. You yelp, surprised by the difference on the texture, not his warm hands, but the raspy texture of his gloves.

And though he isn't used to dirty talk (Leon always mentions how awkward and silly he feels), he still does it for you.

"Can I can make you cum like this? Right in my knee? Please, so I can remember you."

You answer with a sob, fingers digging into his shoulders. You start whimpering; so close now, so close to let it rip and cum in your underwear.

It is Leon moaning your name, his hands stroking your sex, that makes the rope rip. You finally let go, locking your lips with his. After a couple of minutes of your heavy breathing, you look at the clock. Five minutes until Leon has to leave. He notices your intentions, stopping your wrist before it touches his bulge.

"Ah, ah. Not now ,later."

"We have time." You argue. Always so stubborn. Or spoiled by him, didn't make a difference.

"Let's just stay like this for a while, okay?" Leon asks, holding you tightly in his arms, your hands gripping his vest. You both don't say anything until you whisper.

"Do not dare to not come back to me-"

"I know."

"-I am serious, Leon!"

"I know. I will come back to you, I promise."

A promise—a promise you both don't know when Leon might not be able to keep. But Leon promises it anyway because what lengths wouldn't he go for you?

Less than a minute now. You sigh, ready to leave his lap. You notice he makes no motion to remove his gloves, and you can't help but cringe and feel powerful at the same time. You have a full view of what started all of this: the jeans, the blue shirt rolled up into his sleeves, and those darn gloves. Leon notices you staring and blushes, looking at you in that innocent way it drives you crazy.

"Don't start." You warn him. He raises his arms up, as if not doing anything. Bastard.

It is time for him to leave. You leave his lap, dressing Leon's old shirt from an unknown band from the '90s you were wearing before his arrival. You two kiss again, this time more tender, more gentle, sealing the promise.

Come back to me.

I will.

You let your man go, and Leon doesn't look back when the door closes. You bite your lips, and the sense of dread and despair when he is gone starts growing in your chest. You can't let sadness invade you like this, not like last time. A new idea pops into your head. But for that, you must call the other man in your and Leon's life.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy fanfics #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy imagine #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #i wasnt proud of this #it has been sitting on my drafts for far too long #and now i read it and i like it so there we go lol #ALSO THE END - YES IT IS THE HOOK FOR THE FAMOUS OT3 I PROMISED LONG TIME AGO #is it happening idk?#but i hooked it LOL

343 notes · View notes

beelmons · 1 year ago

Note

I have a filthy idea and I love your blog sorry

Hotch x reader x Early seasons!Spencer (or really any older BAU with reader and Spencer, someone has to show him the ropes, right?😩)

Reader is bound and blindfolded. Hotch is trailing a popsicle over reader's skin, showing Spencer where they are most sensitive and Spencer licks the trail of sticky syrup left behind. 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️(lord have mercy I'm a whore)

A/N: Ok so, i really got into this idea and i ended up doing WAY too much and i'm sorry it's so late but i got too excited. anyways, have this monstruosity.

A different kind of teacher

cw: sensory deprivation (hand binding, blindfold, noise-cancelling headphones), threesome, temprature play (use of frozen goods), fellatio, fem!reader, implied polyamory i guess

word count: 1,996 (on accident)

"I don't think that's—" Spencer tried to interrupt when his boss's actions got questionable.

"It's alright." Hotch answered as he gently tied the blindfold behind your head "She's done this before. I told you, if you’re going to learn how to please her, you’re going to do it my way."

"But that's—" he tried to argue again.

"Reid." Aaron said commandingly.

Their bickering was rather amusing, really. Everything about this situation was. A love-struck puppy, namely Spencer, that had found out you were having an affair, for a lack of a better word, with your boss. Who was later given the odd offer to join in, one that he barely comprehended the dynamic of. The one he ended up accepting because having half of you was better than having none.

The situation in question was no other than your bare body binded to a sex sofa, yes, the one with a funny oval-like shape, in the middle of a street motel. Mind you, a high category one, courtesy of a very spoiling unit chief. Hands tied behind the furniture, a blindfold securely tied against your eyes, and a pair of sound-canceling headphones that would be eventually put on you.

“I don’t think I can do this.” the younger man confessed.

His superior shot him a glare, and his finger raised to press against his own lips, indicating the other to keep quiet. He then proceeded to place the aforementioned gadget against your ears to muffle the sounds.

“You can’t let your nerves overtake you.” Aaron began to talk, walking closer to the chair where Spencer was sitting “Otherwise, you won’t enjoy yourself. And believe me, she wants you to have as much fun as she does.”

“I just have never done something remotely similar.” he admitted.

“And that’s okay, that’s why I’m here to guide you.” Hotch patted him on the shoulder, prompting him to stand up, to which Reid complied.

As the older man directed himself to the cooler, included with the room by the way, Spencer stood awkwardly next to where you were laying. Regardless of his statements about the situation, the twitching of his dick as he watched you breathing, rather heavily, blissfully ignorant of the sinful deeds they were about to do to you, was giving away just how much into it he was.

“You should learn to use your tongue first.” the boss interrupted his train of thought “We’re going to do a little exercise, okay? I’ll trail this over her skin, her most sensitive spots. Clean her up. You have to be thorough, she doesn’t like feeling sticky.”

You were absolutely deprived of such supportive conversation, or anything else for that matter. It was exciting in and on itself to be expectant of what would happen next, along with no indication whatsoever of what that would be. Two, insanely hot, men having you at their entire disposal was certainly arousing.

Such anticipation caused you to moan rather loudly when you felt a cold object hit the side of your neck, slowly melting down towards the base, the feeling only lasted a couple of seconds since it was shortly after contrasted with the warm sensation of what you figured was a tongue following the strip.

It was quick. It left your skin as soon as it came.

The lack of attention, though, would not last long. You felt a new sting of coldness, only this time it was right over your breast; instead of dripping down, the same tool, whatever it was, moved downwards until it reached your nipple. You could feel it going slightly numb from the temperature, it was making your stomach tighten. Again, you felt it part and something a lot hotter took its place. This time, you could easily tell who was taking advantage of your breasts by the bony structure of the fingers.

Spencer was ravishing on the sweet taste of the icicle mixed with the salty notes of your sweat. His tongue was eager and clumsy, but pleasurable nonetheless, his fingers gentle and attentive to the sides of the skin, holding back to not let his animalistic side just come out.

“That’s good.” Hotch praised the young man “It’s all about not knowing what to expect. About surprising her with sudden pleasure.”

Back in your deprived state, you were simply squirming with delight at how your chest was being treated, mouth slightly agape to allow soft sounds of pleasure to escape. The gap was tempting for one of the men, still unknown to you, to defile, and suddenly you felt something land over your lips. You recognized the mixture of freezing water and sugar, and your tongue instinctively darted out to take a lick.

The treat instead began to lewdly penetrate your mouth, simulating a fellatio, and the length of it would teasingly near the back of your throat each time.

The icicle departed promptly, leaving your lips parted and tingly from the coldness, expectant to be inserted again. Instead, the temperature of the new foreign object was the complete opposite, its structure soft to an extent, and salty in flavor. It didn't take you long to notice it was no longer the sugary dessert, but one of your partners' cock.

"Go slow at first, it takes her a second to get used to it." Hotch dragged a hand behind your head, pushing forward gently so you could get more of his shaft into your mouth “But she can take it very well.”

His fingers trailed over your scalp lovingly. His moans were translated in heavy, airy exhales through his nose. He was obviously playing tough for Spencer, no matter how much your mouth actually disarranged him on the daily. He thrusted a couple more times, until he was fully hard, before he pulled out.

He made a signal with his hand to indicate the younger to take over, and Reid swallowed back a knot of nervousness. He awkwardly cupped your head between his palms and allowed his tip to testingly land on your tongue. He shuddered with pleasure as your lips hungrily wrapped around it, hollowing your cheeks almost immediately.

You could tell the member had changed simply by the shape. Leaner girth, more swollen head, and an almost desperate way of moving. He started doubtfully at first, and later his pace began to pick up. His grip on your head was tight, making you unable to move away, and with every push he would reach deeper into your mouth, and the pulsations on his veins would also have a stronger beat.

Spencer was losing it, mouth parted open, head thrown back, desperate whines spilling from his throat. His inexperience was his biggest enemy, because he didn’t last much inside of you. When he started to feel his orgasm coming, he decided to pull away. His fist curled around his shaft, pumping the base at a rapid speed, his tip pointing to his own stomach, since, to him, coming inside your mouth seemed dirty, almost too humiliating.

Hotch stared with amusement at how respectful he was being, rookie mistake, he figured. Too overwhelmed with his own pleasure, Spencer had his eyes fully shut, and became absolutely unaware of the second Aaron gently placed his fingers over the moving hand, pushing it down to aim the tip towards your mouth.

You simply waited for the inevitable, the white strings landing on your tongue, salty and thick, and a lot more than you had expected. When you were sure no more would come out, you attempted to swallow, but before you could close your mouth a thumb invaded it, keeping it open.

“Watch this magic trick.” Aaron showed Spencer the evidence of his release before shutting your mouth again.

You took the hint and swallowed, immediately opening your mouth once again to show no trace of the substance left.

Spencer had to bring a hand to his face to hide his blush, although his again half-hard dick gave him away.

“That’s actually really hot.” he said shyly, brows furrowed in embarrassment.

“It is.” Hotch smiled in his direction “Now that you’ve come, it’s just natural to return the favor, don’t you agree?”

The older man directed himself again to the cooler, taking now a single ice cube that he held with a piece of clothing to avoid getting frostbite.

“Your training isn’t over yet.” he told Spencer once he was back to your side “Next, let’s get you a real challenge. If one drop of this cube gets on the sofa, you don’t get to touch her the rest of the night.”

“W-What? Isn’t that a bit harsh?” he complained.

“If you make her cum before it fully melts,” Hotch ignored the protest “You can fuck her first.”

Again, your senses were too limited to hear their bet being formed. During their exchanges you just waited patiently, eager to know what would come next. Every once in a while, when the cool air hit you, you tensed up expecting something to happen, and even when it didn’t you just got more excited.

At last, another sting of coldness hit your skin, this time it was further to the south, just above your clit. You could feel the object slowly melting, the lack of heat spreading to your bundle of nerves, your labia, and almost to your entrance. It was mildly uncomfortable, but exciting nonetheless.

Out of a sudden, you felt a muscle enter you. You bolted in ecstasy due to finally getting much needed friction on your lower body. It trailed up, slowly and steady, until it reached the top. The lips rounded your sensitive nub, and you could feel them suck on it. The sensation was overwhelming, making you twist over the sofa, shameless erotic moans filling up the room.

The water kept making its way down your sex, and the tongue diligently prevented it from reaching all the way to the leather, driving you insane with each lap at it. Your hands struggled against the binds that tied you down. You wanted nothing more than to hold his head down and bury it against you, to have him flush against your entrance, just licking you over and over again.

A hand landed on your head, indicating that you should keep your movements to yourself. The commanding ambience just added to your stimulation, the mouth down your body sucking the neverending stream of water as if trying to lick it dry. Your thighs attempted to close around his head, and you were finally able to grind against him. For some reason, that did it for you, and you allowed your climax to reach you, and your fluids to come out.

“Impressive.” Hotch praised as he removed the ice cube from your body.

Spencer, however, did not stop, his tongue moving ruthlessly against your entrance, absolutely drunk on your taste. Aaron could see you squirm uncomfortably, being pushed to a point of overstimulation, hands restlessly clinging onto nothing in an attempt to release the slight pain on your abused clit.

“Reid.” he called trying to make him stop; the younger man, however, was entranced by your pussy, and did not react to the mention of his name. Hotch was forced to step closer, tangle his fingers on the blond’s hair, and pull his head back by tugging on his locks, forcing him away from you “Behave. There’s plenty of time for more later.”

He spoke so sternly that it sent shivers down Spencer’s spine, almost as he did during work cases. He nodded with compliance and straightened himself again.

“Sorry.” Reid ashamedly said.

“It’s alright. I know how addicting it can be.” while talking, he rummaged through a go-bag he had brought earlier into the room. “Now,” he tossed a condom towards Spencer “Get ready for lesson number two.”

2K notes · View notes