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Exchange Part 5: Crave
~6k words, kinda brainless smut, mostly Jennie anal
It was so crowded tonight that it was almost impossible to breathe, let alone move. Since word spread that all four Blackpink members were going, it appeared that half the industry was keen on attending. Unfortunately for you, this made it nearly impossible to track down Jennie's whereabouts. You were on the verge of giving up when you felt someone's arms around you from behind.
âWhere the fuck have you been?â
That accent was one youâd never have an issue recognizing. âRosie!â you smiled, turning around to face her. âWhereâs Jennie?â
âI thought she was with you!â she shouted over the blaring music. âCome with me, I canât hear shit here!â
With that, you took her hand and followed her to a booth on the side. Without hesitation, the occupants stood up to offer their seats which you and RosĂ© accepted. âStay,â RosĂ© instructed one of the men who was sitting on the side before she turned to face you. âSo just to be clear, no blowjob from Jennie yet?â RosĂ© asked bluntly, making the guy sitting on the far side of the booth perk up.
âNo, I was looking for where you two went.â
âPerfect, me first,â RosĂ© pushed you back against the cushions and began tying up her hair. She pulled out her phone and tossed it to the guy sitting in your booth. âPut your number in there, youâre my witness in case I need it,â she told him before turning her attention back to you and bending over your lap.
âRosie what are you doing?â
âWhat does it look like?â she laughed as she unbuckled your belt. âDo me a favor and pull the curtain, I donât do free shows.â
âWe could go somewhere more private,â you suggested as blood began flowing between your legs. âDonât each of you have your own rooms this time?â
âNah, this is fine, thereâs enough cover with the curtain up,â she shot down the suggestion as she freed your cock from your pants. âPlus I need my friend here to witness this just in case.â
The man waved at you with an awkward smile.
âHey,â you nodded back at him as you got comfortable with RosĂ©âs hand around your shaft. âWhat the hell are you talking about Rosie?â
âJust a stupid game that you donât have to worry about,â RosĂ© dismissed your question while stroking your cock to life before turning to the man. âScoot over, you should also get to enjoy this.â
âOh okay,â he stammered, sliding over in the booth so that he was sitting next to RosĂ© before placing her phone on the table. âWhat should I do?â
âCan you take your dick out for me?â RosĂ© asked innocently, her voice sweet as sugar, as if she was making a completely normal request. She watched the man fumble with his pants before lowering them and freeing his cock. âIs it okay if I touch you?â
âY-Yes, absolutely!â the man gasped as RosĂ© wasted no time and grabbed his shaft.
âJust give me a warning when youâre about to finish, thatâs all I ask,â RosĂ© whispered as her fingers toyed at the manâs cock. âCan you do that for me?â
âYeah, of course,â he moaned as RosĂ© began gently stroking him.
âGood boy,â she smirked before turning to you again. âAnd as for you, no warning. Surprise me, hold my dirty mouth down on your cock and cum all over my tongue,â she moaned before letting a glob of her spit fall from her lips onto your tip.
âWhatever your heart desires Rosie,â you sighed as her mouth finally made contact with your cock. âFuck thatâs nice.â
âMmmhmmm,â RosĂ© gagged as she worked your cock with her lips.
She bobbed her head up and down your cock a few times, making sure to thoroughly coat your shaft with her saliva, before pausing with her mouth held firmly on your tip. Then, she started stroking your shaft with her hand, gripping firmly and twisting her fingers slightly with each stroke.
âFuck Rosie, yes,â you moaned, placing your hand on the back of her head and closing your eyes.Â
Your moans were her motivation and she squeezed just a bit harder with her fingers while using her mouth to suck on your tip. Her tongue began flicking at your frenulum, working its way to the head and swirling around it. Your cock was throbbing inside the warmth of RosĂ©âs mouth, ready to explode already.
Just not yet, you couldnât do that to her. You shut your eyes tighter, mentally blocking out the blaring music, ignoring the sound of RosĂ© jerking off another man next to you, you let RosĂ©âs wet and warm mouth become the only sensation in your world. Then, right when she started pushing her lips further down your shaft, you felt this overwhelming urge to go deeper.
With that, RosĂ© began gagging on your cock as you pushed down on the back of her head, pressing her nose all the way down against your crotch. With your cock fully embedded in her neck, you started pumping your hips upwards. You opened your eyes to see RosĂ©âs body was fully tensed, a sight to behold truly.
The hand she once had on your cock was now placed firmly on your thigh, pressing into your skin, while her other hand was no longer stroking her guest, instead it was tightly holding onto the table, her knuckles burning white. At this point you werenât entirely sure how RosĂ© was holding up, but she made no efforts to back away.
So with that, you went all out. Bringing your other hand to RosĂ©âs head as well, you started grunting involuntarily as you pushed your cock as hard and fast into her mouth as you could. You went on for two minutes straight, not stopping at all, giving her no break, until you felt you were about to finish. Two minutes of pure heaven, two minutes of face fucking RosĂ©âs mouth, thatâs all you could manage.
As per her request, right when you felt your cock ready to blow, you pressed RosĂ©âs head as far down as you could. She was a good sport about it, desperately trying to jab at your tip with her tongue right until you began unloading, painting the inside of her mouth. You didnât ease up until you felt the last of your cum enter her mouth, at which point you finally let go of her head.
RosĂ© immediately started coughing, spitting some of your cum out into her hand. âThereâs so much,â she croaked, looking up at you with her eyes watery. Then, before you could say anything, she scooped it all back into her mouth, shutting her eyes before swallowing.
âYouâre so fucking hot,â you moaned as she started wiping her eyes dry.
âThank you,â she smirked before picking up her phone. âFucks sake, you completely ruined my makeup already.â
âMy bad,â you chuckled as you pulled your pants back up. âGuess I got excited. You still look beautiful though.â
âYeah no shit? My throat is burning,â RosĂ© whined as she tried to wipe her smudged mascara off. âBut thank you again, just do me one more favor.â
âAnything for you after that.â
âIf you find Jennie, send her up to my room.â
âSure,â you agreed. âIs everything alright?â
âFucking perfect,â RosĂ© put down her phone and turned to you with the brightest smile imaginable. âWe had a little bet over you, and I just won.â
âA bet? I feel used,â you feigned annoyance. âHow could you do such a thing?â
âYou feel used? Excuse me?â RosĂ© burst out laughing. âWhat about my poor throat?â
âYou have a point,â you laughed before inhaling sharply as RosĂ© bent over and gave your sensitive tip a few final licks, sucking on any remaining cum. âFucking hell, someoneâs horny tonight. Iâll be seeing more of you later, I hope?â
âYou have no idea how badly Iâve needed this night, and you also know where my room is, Iâll be up there for a bit with my new friend. Youâre of course welcome to join me whenever you fancy,â RosĂ© leaned forward and kissed your cheek before standing up and holding her hand out for the man. âCome.â
The two of them left for the elevators, the man barely being able to hide his excitement as he skipped alongside Rosé, leaving you alone and looking for Jennie. It was a pleasant surprise when you found her within minutes despite how packed the club was tonight - you just had to follow the biggest crowd.
There she was, on her knees wearing nothing but some skimpy panties in the middle of a circle of men, shoving her pussy against some guyâs face while half the crowd jerked off. As soon as she saw you, her face lit up and she ran over towards you, ignoring the whines of the men who just lost their entertainment.
âI found you!â she slurred as she jumped onto you, pressing her bare tits against your face.
âYou did, good job,â you grabbed Jennie by her ass, holding her up. âWhereâs the rest of your clothes?â
âI donât know!â she replied cheerily, smiling at you as she leaned back. âDo you like my tits?â
She was drunk as hell, you thought to yourself as you carefully lowered her. âYeah, theyâre lovely,â you smiled back, giving them a quick squeeze before looking around for her clothes. âOh,â you flinched as Jennie shoved a glass into your hand, spilling half of the contents onto your shirt.
âDrink with me!â she held her own glass up happily.
âAlright, but weâre taking a break after this one,â you replied, clinking your glass against hers and downing the half of the shot that didnât make it onto your shirt. âNow give me that and come with me,â you took her glass from her and grabbed her hand, guiding her away from the crowd.
âOne more drink,â she giggled, clearly enjoying herself a bit too much.
âWe will, but first letâs find somewhere quieter, okay?â you bargained with her, pulling her hand.
âWhy? Iâm having fun!â she swatted away your hand playfully.
âWeâll have more fun still, but I need you to come with me first,â you urged her, wrapping your arm around her waist to stop her from falling.
She pouted her lips, forming a cute little frown as she looked up at you. âBut everyones being so nice,â she whined.
âYeah, because you have your fucking tits out Jennie, now come on,â you started to lose patience.
With a reluctant sigh, she leaned into you and latched onto your arm. âFine, as long as you promise to fuck my ass.â
âYeah, right, whatever you say.â
She let go of your arm and stopped moving. ïżœïżœIâm serious,â she glared at you, crossing her arms. âTell me youâll fuck my ass.â
âOkay fine, yes Jennie I will fuck your ass,â you sighed. âNow can we go?â
âDo you mean it?â she stared at you with doughy eyes, flipping back and forth between anger and plead.
âI do,â you reassured her as you took off your coat and wrapped it around her before taking her hand in yours again. âNow come on.â
âWhy do you have to be so responsible,â Jennie mumbled as she followed you down some hallways into a private room.
âBecause one of us has to be,â you chuckled, closing the door behind her and locking it. âAnd because I care about you,â you added as you walked over to a mirror in the room and took off your vest, taking a look at the state of your shirt.
âDid I do that?â Jennie cried as she noticed your shirt. âLet me fix it.â
âItâs fine Jennie, itâs just a shirt,â you tried to stop her but she was having none of it.
âStop it!â she whined, wrestling your shirt off.
Once she got it off you - which you only allowed because she was about to tear it - she tossed it aside and pressed her mouth against your skin, sucking on your chest. Her lips were warm and soft, roaming your body freely.
âJennie,â you tried getting her attention but she was on a mission to rub her tongue over every square inch of your body at this point.
âOh yeah, I gotta do this before Rosie,â she slurred her words as she dropped down to her knees. âI need you to cum in my mouth.â
âRosie already got you beat there,â you informed her, but she didnât care at all, ignoring you while yanking down your pants. âJennie, how about you just rest for a bit, weâll do this later.â
âNo,â she slurred, face full of determination as she lowered your underwear as well, her gaze fixed on your cock. âLet me make it up to you for ruining your shirt.â
âYou seriously do not have to do anything right now, really.â
âWhy arenât you hard?â she pouted as she looked up at you. âDo you hate me?â
âWhat? No, of course not,â you groaned, accepting the fact that Jennie was going to be difficult until you gave her what she wanted. âAlright, come here,â you stepped out of your pants and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge and motioning for Jennie to take her place between your legs as you stroked yourself slowly.
She smiled brightly before crawling across the room and planting her mouth firmly on your cock. It felt nice, there was no denying that, but you could tell she was struggling. She sucked on your cock for a couple of minutes in silence, moving slowly, breathing deeply against your skin, failing to keep a tight seal with her lips. Then suddenly she stopped - she leaned back and bent over, taking deep breaths.
âJennie? You good?â you gently rubbed her back, leaning down to take a look at her.
âYeah IâmâŠâ she paused to take off the coat you wrapped around her earlier, struggling until you helped her. Once it fell to the floor, you could see she was sweating, and her face lacked energy. â...Iâm good.â
âCome here,â you picked her up from her armpits and sat her down on the bed next to you. âSit tight for just a second, Iâll be right back.â
She nodded, confirming at least she was conscious, but she was really not in great shape. You quickly walked across the room and filled a glass of water, bringing it back to her. âDrink,â you held the glass up to her lips for her as she took a few small sips. âDo you feel nauseous?â
âNo,â she mumbled before pushing your hand away and bending over your lap again.
âWhoa there Jennie, not yet,â you picked her back up, scared she was about to throw up. âYou need to rest for a bit.â
âIâm fine, please I need to suck your cock,â she whined, trying to fight your grip. âOr else Rosie will win.â
âJennie, babe, Rosie already won,â you informed her gently. âFinish drinking this.â
She looked so incredibly distraught as she accepted the glass, chugging the water in one go before handing it back to you. Her gaze dropped to the floor, and you could see a flicker of sadness in her eyes. âI really want you to fuck my ass,â she murmured, still looking down, a hint of vulnerability in her voice. âIt feels so good.â
âWeâll get to that, I promise,â you reassured her, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. âBut first I need to make sure youâre fine, and you need to rest.â
Jennie slid off the bed and onto her knees, turning around and bending over the side of the bed, her eyes glistening with a mix of frustration and pleading. âI donât want to rest,â she insisted firmly, looking up at you. âPlease, just fuck my ass, I promise Iâm fine. Itâs all I can think about.â
âJennieâŠâ
âJust for a bit? Please?â she whined, shaking her ass side to side as she begged you with her eyes, her voice full of longing. âI really want your big dick in my ass.â
Seeing her like this made it impossible to deny her, not that you really wanted to, your cock was throbbing at the idea of it by this point. âAlright fine,â you finally gave in. With Jennie literally begging for you to fuck her ass, who could blame you?
Her face lit up and she got more comfortable, sticking her ass up higher, arching her back and pressing her elbows into the bed. âFinally, you can go as hard as you want.â
As you lined up behind her, yanking her panties off her body, you slowly eased your tip into her asshole as she spread her cheeks with both hands for you. She was so fucking tight, especially since the only lube was from the bit of Jennieâs saliva still on your shaft. It was almost unbearable how snug her assholeâs grip was on your cock. You barely got two thrusts in before Jennie interrupted.
âNo! I need you to really give it to me,â she moaned, looking back over her shoulder. âFucking destroy my asshole.â
Just a few shots of alcohol and Jennie turned into an absolute freak, but you werenât going to complain. In fact, you found yourself smirking as your next couple of thrusts were significantly harder, hopefully to her liking. You were spreading her asshole wide with each thrust, working her body as she became increasingly vocal, each pump eliciting a mix of harsh moans and screams from the tight girl.
âOh fuck, Iâve missed this so much! I needed this,â she cried out, shoving her face into the mattress. âKeep going, donât stop!â
Not that you were going to, actually you had absolutely no plans of stopping at this point. Her asshole felt so fucking good. The tight, warm squeeze, massaging your cock with each pump - youâve missed this almost as much as she did.
âHarder, right there!â she begged, her voice rising as your cock found the right spots. Each push drew more squeals of pleasure from her lips. âPlease, fuck!â
It was becoming too much for you. Her enthusiastic moans were infectious, giving you strength that you didnât know you had, each time your cock slammed into her asshole you could feel a surge of invigoration coursing through her entire body.
âPlease, more! Give me more!â she screamed out, clenching her fists hard as she surrendered to the sensations.
At this point you couldnât physically go any harder. Jennieâs ass cheeks were rippling with every thrust, her entire body being shoved into the bed without any remorse. She screamed, moaned, made all sorts of noises, and you just kept going - kept jamming your cock up her tight ass. It felt fucking divine.
âSo fucking tight,â you grunted, pressing deep down on her hips with your hands, squishing her soft body beneath you.
Your cock was burning up with pleasure. It felt almost too good. Each and every thrust up Jennieâs ass felt better and better for you as her tight body began molding to your cock. Jennieâs asshole was perfect. With how hard you were jamming yourself into her, you could even feel your balls swinging up, slapping against her dripping pussy.
The strength in your body was failing, going this hard for this long was exhausting, yet somehow you were still pumping into her asshole. So fucking tight. Your fingers were even starting to hurt with how hard they were pressing into her body, but you didnât care. Your cock was ready to blow. Her asshole was too much, you couldnât hold on any longer. The thought of pulling out and painting Jennieâs sweat-soaked back with your cum was appealing, but the tight grip her asshole had on your shaft erased that idea from your head.
With a final few pumps, your cock erupted inside her, spewing your cum right into her asshole. You filled her up, still pumping away as your white mess began leaking slightly with each thrust. Jennie had gone mute, completely overwhelmed with the feeling of your cum filling her up. She just took it, she took all of your cum right up the ass, holding still for you, coaxing it out of you. As you eased up, letting the final few spurts of cum exit your body, Jennie let out a long, satisfied sigh, her body relaxing, her asshole loosening up against your cock just enough for you to slowly pull it out.
âWow,â you muttered, on your knees behind her, admiring the fountain of cum spilling out of Jennieâs asshole right now. âThat was amazing.â
âFucking amazing,â Jennie echoed, reaching a hand behind her to gently rub your cum around her asshole. âHoly fuck Iâm going to be feeling this tomorrow.â
âYou are such a fucking slut, have I ever told you that?â you chuckled as you got up to your feet.
âYeah, but Iâm your dirty little slut,â she moaned as she turned around, sitting with her back against the edge of the bed. âFucking hell that sobered me up quick,â she added before opening her mouth wide for you.
Just as she wanted, you slipped your cock into her mouth, holding it steady as she slurped away, cleaning you off.
âBy the way, Rosie told me to send you to her room.â
Jennie took a final few licks of your cock before releasing it with a pop, looking up at you. âOh right, the stupid bet,â she sighed. âYou really fucked that one up.â
âHowâs it my fault you were busy sitting on some random dudeâs face and flashing your tits to the whole club?â
âI was fucking horny,â Jennie scoffed. âAnd that was absolutely because of you.â
âIs that right? You get horny when I cum on your face?â
âIâll bite your dick off.â
âAnd then who are you going to beg for when you need your asshole fucked?â
âFuck you,â she spat before starting to get off her knees.
âNot yet,â you pushed her back down to her knees and grabbed her hair. With your other hand, you grabbed the base of your cock and pushed it forward towards her mouth. âYou can get up when I tell you.â
She did just as you commanded - after shooting you a dirty look of course -Â licking up your cock, bobbing her lips up and down slightly. What she probably wasnât ready for was when you yanked her hair, shoving your cock deeper into her mouth as it stiffened up again. âThatâs right,â you teased, taking a firmer grip with your hand and pushing your cock even deeper. âOpen that throat up for me,â you whispered, giving her cheek a light slap with your other hand.
Jennie, to the best of her ability, tried to open up wider. Your cock was embedded pretty deep in her mouth, but instead of pushing that final little bit, you pulled back completely, leaving Jennie desperately gasping for air, coughing and spitting, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
âYouâre not done yet,â you grabbed your cock and slapped it against her cheek, giving her just a second to spit the excess saliva out before you shoved it back into her mouth. âOpen your fucking throat,â you ordered her, this time forcing your cock until it was fully embedded down her throat, the back of her head being pressed against the side of the bed.
The sound of her gagging was beautiful, something you had grown to appreciate, especially since you knew how much she loved gagging on your cock. You let go of her hair and leaned forward even more, supporting your upper body with both arms on the bed, and began pumping your hips slightly, making sure to keep your entire length in her mouth as you pushed against her jaw.
Her warm saliva was dripping out of her lips and onto your balls as they pressed hard against her chin, your cock probing the back of her neck while she gagged. You relished in the warmth of her throat for a bit longer before pulling back and releasing your cock, resting your shaft against her face.
âFuck you,â Jennie cried out, gasping and panting, letting her spit flow freely down her chest. âThe fuck are you going so hard for?â
âDid you not hear yourself just a few minutes ago?â you taunted her, rubbing your cock against her forehead.
âThat was for my asshole, not my neck,â she snapped back, turning her face away from your cock.
âAnd thatâs next, donât worry,â you smirked before picking her up and tossing her onto the bed. âBut this time, I want to see your face.â
âFuck you,â Jennie repeated, but there it was, that glint of desire, the true feelings Jennie had as soon as she heard you were going to fuck her ass again - she couldnât hide them.
âCry about it all you want, I donât give a fuck,â you snarled as you reached for her ankles, yanking her body to the edge of the bed before lifting her legs up and placing them on your shoulders. âJust lay there you dirty little slut, we both know youâve been dreaming of this.â
No witty or sassy response this time, instead Jennie just glared at you, at least she tried to, but her face couldnât hide how much she was enjoying this as soon as she felt your tip prodding her entrance again. She was just as addicted as you were, but she was too ashamed to admit it.
It didnât matter. What did matter was how Jennieâs asshole opened up for your cock. At this point, her body was a perfect fit, adapted to taking your cock again and again. You eased forward slowly, leaning in and pressing her legs forward as your cock slowly entered Jennieâs asshole once again.
âAh,â Jennie let out a soft moan, scrunching her face up as she adjusted to the tightness. âItâs so fucking big.â
âYouâre a good little slut,â you whispered, encouraging her as you gave a few half pumps into her ass. There was such a stark contrast from the roughness from earlier, now it felt like there was far more passion being shared between you two.
âYour good little slut,â Jennie whispered back - it was endearing in a way. âFuck that little asshole as much as you want, itâs all yours.â
âI know it is,â you grunted, leaning forward and slowly pushing your cock in and out of her body. You could feel your cock twitching, it felt so good, as you watched Jennieâs expressions change with each thrust. There was no urgency, no rush, you got to really take it slow and enjoy the tight massage her asshole was giving your cock, pressing down hard on every individual nerve, opening up beautifully for you.
Jennie, now with her eyes shut, brought one hand between her legs and began making circles with her fingers, rubbing her clit to the same tempo as your thrusts. She kept going, playing with herself, moaning softly, her pussy leaking as she touched herself. Then, as her back started to arch up, she slipped two fingers into her pussy, inserting them in tandem, synchronized with how your cock pushed into her asshole.
âIâm going to fucking cum,â she mumbled, her mouth shooting open, eyes squeezing tighter.
With that view before your eyes, you bent forward, hips still pumping slowly, and grabbed both of her tits with your hands, leaning closer to her face before whispering into her ear. âThen do it, cum for me, my little slut.â She started fingering herself faster, and now it was your turn to match her pace. You began shoving your cock harder inside her, enjoying how her asshole was getting tighter and tighter by the second. Her body was building up to climax, and you could feel it through her asshole. After giving her nipples a sharp pinch, forcing a sharp squeal from her lips, you reached your hand up towards her face and grabbed her before whispering into her ear again. âCome on, let it happen, fucking cum for me.â
âI am!â she cried out, her body writhing softly as if the pleasure was too much. âIâm fucking⊠fuckâŠâ
Coherency didnât matter at this point. She was right there, so close, and with a final few pumps of her asshole she yanked her fingers out of her pussy and began rubbing her clit vigorously, squirting onto your stomach.
âThere it is,â you teased, picking up the pace of your thrusts as you felt your own orgasm rapidly approaching. âDirty fucking slut, cumming all over me.â
âI am⊠your dirty slutâŠâ she gasped, body going limp on the bed, her hand sliding up her chest, softly squeezing her tits.
Her pussy, glistening and soaked, looked fucking amazing right now, so unbelievably fuckable, but you were completely committed to her asshole. You reached forward with your hand, playing with her folds softly as you pumped away, your cock getting closer and closer. Her asshole was still squeezing your cock hard, but it was starting to loosen up as she relaxed, especially now that you were playing with her pussy as well. It only took you about a minute or so before you were ready to cum again thanks to Jennieâs tight asshole.
This time, even though your body desperately wanted to fill her asshole again, you settled on another plan. With your final few pumps, priming your cock until it was just one final pump away from busting, you pulled out and bent forward, grabbing Jennieâs hair and yanking it towards you with one hand. With your other hand, you grabbed your cock and began stroking it as hard as you could.
Within a couple of seconds, you began unloading onto Jennieâs face. Spurt after spurt, you made sure each one landed on her. She had her eyes shut tight as you plastered her cheeks, nose, forehead, and chin, coating every part of her face with your cum. Even as your cock stopped launching cum, you pulled her face closer and pressed your tip against her forehead, letting the rest trickle down her face.
Once you felt like you were done, you slipped your cock into her mouth one more time, having her lips squeeze out any cum you had left as you pulled back. Then, all that was left was for you to enjoy the view of Jennieâs face completely coated in your cum.
âItâs a nice look,â you chuckled as Jennie slowly opened her eyes, wiping them clean so that she could see. âDonât wipe too much off, Iâm walking you to Rosieâs room like this.â
âYouâre the fucking worst,â she whined as a smile formed on her lips.
âI know,â you sighed, collapsing onto the bed next to Jennie. âGive me a minute, get dressed and weâll go up.â
âDressed in what?â Jennie laughed, falling onto her back next to you.
âGood point,â you turned to your side to face her. âI wasnât kidding, it really is a nice look.â
âShut up,â she rolled her eyes, turning to face the roof in an attempt to keep your cum on her face. âAm I really walking through the club like this?â
âBe grateful Iâm not making you crawl,â you teased, reaching over and cupping a tit in your hands, toying with her nipple. âMaybe I should, make sure everyone knows youâre my toy.â
âPlease donât,â Jennie whispered, as if she was actually a piece of your property who would do anything you told her to do. âEveryoneâs already going to be looking since I lost my clothes.â
âHere,â you got off the bed and picked your shirt up off the ground, tossing it to her. âYouâre not getting my pants though, so put your panties back on.â
âThank you,â Jennie smiled, lifting herself off the bed before suddenly groaning and falling back down. âFucking hell, it still feels like your dick is in my ass.â
âTake a minute, weâll head up to Rosie when youâre ready,â you reassured her as you got dressed. You picked up her panties and walked over to her, taking a seat next to her on the bed and flipping her onto her stomach. Gently, you rubbed her asshole for her. âDoes that feel better?â
âBarely,â she moaned into the mattress. âIs it bleeding?â
âNo,â you replied before inserting the tip of your finger into her.âDickhead,â Jennie squealed, slapping your arm. âAlright letâs go, Iâll manage.â
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A/N:
Probably not my best work, but I just had to let some random horny into a fic. Funny enough this was supposed to be a pretty plot heavy Jisoo chapter, but somehow it turned into pure PwP. Oh well, expect the next chapter to be heavy on the Jisoo plot (probably with some other member smut too, whatever happens in Rosie's room is still to come).
I'm running short of time for my break, but I promise I've still been working hard on my fics! I'd like to release a few more in the upcoming weeks, and I'm expecting my next post to be Kazuha. I also have recently thought of some one-shot ideas, so I might just randomly drop something that isn't part of one of my current projects. Stay tuned!
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ok so for your series of vi x popstar! reader I imagine the reader to have songs like Sabrina carpenter.
if you do a hc if the popstar!reader said Viâs name in her song. like Sabrinaâs Juno song how she changes baby to fanâs names.
ex: âoh I hear you knocking vi/violet, come on up.â
oh absolutely -- popstar!reader doing a charity concert for the enforcers (for the troops âukno) and slipping vi's name into one of the songs, or during the "juno pose" section of the song, getting into whatever position vi had her in last night ;)
looking for vi in the crowd but its hard cause the lights are super bright, but you know that she's here today -- she said she'd come!
during set change, you slipping backstage, only to be pulled into a dark corner by a pair of hands, fingers slipping into your hair, a hot mouth slotting over yours --
"mm --"
"hey there, princess -- miss me?"
you flutter your lashes up at the dark shape of her, gasping as you fumble to make sure your mic is turned off. thank god, it is. but you don't have time to think of much before she's kissing you again, cool fingers inching under the hem of your skirt.
"v-vi -- i have to -- change --"
"yeah? but you seemed pretty comfy teasing me up there on stage -- you didn't think i'd just let that slide, did you?"
you whine as she drops her lips to your neck, careless of the sweat and glitter stuck to your skin.
"vi --"
"mm... don't think i like the thought of everyone out there seeing you like this..."
"they -- they don't --"
"but you were posing for them, weren't you? like you did for me last night?"
"th-that was for you! you said -- i knew you'd be here today --"
vi puffs out a soft laugh against your skin as she leans back up to kiss you slow and deep; you feel your knees go weak as she slots a leg between yours, pressing it up till you're shivering against her.
"yeah? were you looking for me?"
you nod, eager and desperate as she tugs you on her thigh, the friction like a drawn match, igniting the coil in your tummy as she presses sloppy kisses to your lips and neck.
"f-fuck vi --"
"mm... oops, i think that's meant for you --" vi loosens her grip and you whine as you fall back onto your heels, breathless, looking around only to find a few flashing lights along the backstage hallway, blinking down the time till you have to be back on stage.
you chew on your lips, weighing the thought of being late to your next set against trying to get vi to finish what she started, but she only tugs you chin up for a brief kiss, patting your hip.
"go on, princess -- get back up there. we'll finish this later. promise."
you huff, casting her one last look before scurrying back towards the stage, running a hand through what you assume is now very sex-rumpled hair, before stumbling back on stage, making an easy joke about losing track of time back there all by your lonesome.
the crowd laughs, but as you glance back towards stage right, you could swear you see a flash of pink hair before the music starts and you have to turn back to the crowd again.
#â monsoon season#arcane#vi x reader#arcane x reader#vi fanfic#arcane fanfic#popstar!reader x vi#vi x you#arcane x you#vi smut#arcane smut#it's not actually smutty but suggestive enough i suppose#lesbian#wlw smut#wlw fanfic#âš steamy#i do love this au deeply sigh#also i was listening to juno and bed chem today and theyre so good lmfao
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Freckles and Brownies
Felix x fem!reader
Warnings: spicy dreams, some smut (not deep), and reader is slightly older MDNI
Genre: neighbors/friends to lovers, fluff, smut
Summary: Your sweet neighbor Felix has the biggest crush on you. You try not to give in, but he's way too irresistible.
You knew he was coming over even before you heard the knock on your door. Your apartment building had the thinnest walls in the history of thin walls - it was pathetic really.
But you liked your cute little apartment a lot - it was quiet (most of the time) and comfortable. Then there was Felix, your sweet neighbor who lived next door with his roommate, Jisung.
Felix was a joy to have around, because he was kind, considerate, and he always had a smile on his face. And he was totally obsessed with you.
He loved to bake and every time he baked, he would knock on your door, with a box of such yummy treats.
âHey, I made extra. Thought you might like some,â heâd say, handing them over, with the softest smile on his face.
And your heart would skip a beat because, seriously, he looked like a fantasy wrapped in an apron.
Yes, you thought he was adorable. But he was your neighbor and you knew he was a few years younger, and so, adorable or not - you never crossed that line.
So, you pretended not to see the way he constantly blushed around you or the way his eyes would always linger a second too long. It was so hard, when he was right there in front of you, baking brownies or cookies every other day just so he could come and see you.
You had to draw a line. You had to.
The night was quiet, except for the soft tapping of your fingers on your keyboard as you worked. You were in bed, hair pulled into a messy bun, a mug of tea in hand, trying to meet a deadline you couldnât ignore.
Your focus, however, was shattered by a noise from the other side of the wall. The very wall that separated your apartment from Felixâs.
At first, it was very faint. A low, muffled groan. You paused, fingers hovering over the keys, straining to listen. Maybe Felix was having another one of his late-night gaming sessions with Jisung?
Then it came again. Oh that's definitely not related to gaming.
You froze. Because that was a moan. A low, breathy moan. And it was your name.
âY/NâŠâ
Your stomach dropped. No way. NO WAY!
But then you heard it again. And again. His voice, soft yet clear, filtering through the paper-thin wall separating your bedroom from his. The sounds that followed were unguarded, raw, and so unbelievably... dirty.
âOh, God, Y/NâŠâ
Your entire body flushed with embarrassment and something else entirely. You slapped a hand over your mouth completely scandalized.
Ok, you knew he liked you, but this? He couldnât beâŠwas he seriouslyâŠ?
You quickly shook your head as if that would help banish the thought. No. Felix was sweet and innocent and, okay, not innocent, but still.
But then came another sound. This one unmistakable the creak of a bed frame, followed by a low, guttural moan that sent your imagination spiraling to a whole new level.
âOh, fuck,â you heard him whisper. âSo goodâŠâ
Your hands shot to your headphones. It wasnât even a choice at this point - it was pure survival. You jammed them onto your head and cranked up the volume on your playlist. There.
Not that it worked. Because no matter how loud the music, you could still hear him in your head.
You buried your face in your hands. You werenât supposed to be hearing this. You werenât supposed to be thinking about how Felix - sweet, blushing, brownie-baking Felix - was currently doing whatever he was doing!
---
Meanwhile, on the other side of the wallâŠ
Felix was lost in his dream, blissfully unaware of the chaos he was causing. In his dream, you were standing in his kitchen, wearing one of those pretty sweaters he always saw you in. But this time, the fabric was slipping off one of your shoulders as you leaned over the counter, a teasing smile on your lips. Oh he could see way more than just a bit of skin.
âDo you want a taste?â you asked, holding up your fingers dripping with chocolate.
He swallowed hard, his voice barely functioning. âY-YeahâŠâ
You laughed softly, dipping your fingers into your mouth, licking them clean yourself.
âYou have to ask nicely, baby.â you whispered.
His dream-self didnât hesitate. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer, his lips crashing into your chocolate stained ones in a kiss so desperate, so needy, it made his whole body ache.
Felix let out a deep, throaty groan, clutching his pillow tightly as his dream-self pushed you against the counter, rutting against you like his life depended on it.
He pushed his face into his pillow, his hips moving against the mattress for some friction. He snaps awake, feeling a bit disoriented, but so damn hard and needy.
âY/NâŠâ he whispered, his voice so deep and raw. âI need youâŠâ
His hand slips into his sweatpants, trying to help himself out of this mess, face still pressed into his pillow.
---
You yanked off your headphones, groaning in frustration. This was ridiculous. You were a grown woman. You could handle this.
You groaned as you heard another moan followed by the creaking of his bed (more frantically), and you threw yourself back onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow to stifle the hysterical laugh bubbling up in your chest.
This was insane. Completely, utterly insane. How are you supposed to face him tomorrow? You can't, not after this.
â
The next morning, you're walking down the hallway, so fatigued and sleep deprived after you spent the whole night unable to fall asleep. You were dressed for work, your bag in one hand, your phone in the other.
And the universe decided to play the most ridiculous joke on you, because there came Felix from the opposite side - t-shirt half-tucked, hair a little messy - looking totallyâŠspent.
You tried to act casual, but he froze when he saw you.
âMorning!â he chirped, his face lighting up when he saw you. âYouâre up early!â
âYeah, well, work, you knowâŠâ
âAre you okay? You look kind of flustered.â Felix tilted his head, studying you.
âIâm fine!â you blurted, far too quickly.
âAre you sure? You seem a little... tense.â he said, and you narrowed your eyes at him.
Oh no, he wasn't doing this right now.
âDid you sleep well last night, Felix?â you asked, crossing your arms against your chest.
Felix blinked, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he said, âUh... yeah. Why?â
You smiled sweetly, your tone laced with barely concealed mischief.
âOh, no reason. You just seemed... very well-rested.â
Felixâs eyes widened, the realization hitting him rather mercilessly. âOh my God.â
You raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh at the poor boy.
âWhat's wrong?â you asked, and he turned bright red, his hands flying to cover his face.
âI- I didnât - how did you - oh my God!â
You patted his shoulder, thoroughly enjoying his meltdown and said, âDonât worry, Lixie. Your secretâs safe with me.â
And with that, you walked away, leaving Felix a stuttering, blushing mess in the hallway.
Felix tried. He really did. After the mortifying revelation that youâd heard him, he swore to himself heâd keep his cool. He was a man, and he was going to act like it. Mature. Collected. Cool.
But every time he saw you, his resolve crumbled like one of his cookies.
Youâd stopped by to return the Tupperware heâd given you last week (filled with brownies heâd baked as yet another excuse to see you). You were dressed casually in yoga pants and an oversized sweatshirt, your hair tied back, but Felix could hardly keep his composure.
âThanks again for the brownies,â you said, handing him the container with a smile. âThey were great. As always.â
His heart did a full somersault at your praise. He took the container, his fingers brushing yours, and you swore you felt him shiver.
âOh, uh, yeah,â he stammered, cheeks dusted pink. âAnytime.â
He looked into the box that was definitely not empty, and saw that was indeed full.
âI made some lasagna, we never return empty containers,â you said with a wink and Felix blushed as he smiled.
âThank you, Y/N.â He said, âUm, -â
A silence stretched between you two, broken only when Jisung called from inside, âFelix! Are you flirting with her again?!â
Your eyes went wide and Felix choked, turning toward the door.
âIâm not - sheâs not - shut up, Jisung!â he growled and you laughed, as Felix turned back to you, now red as a tomato.
âAnyway,â you said quickly, backing toward your apartment, âIâve gotta go.â
âYeah, of course!â Felix said, nodding too quickly. âSee you later?â
âSure,â
---
âI donât know what to do,â you groaned, stirring your latte, as your best friend, Jennie eyed you with a smirk. âHeâs so⊠sweet. And attractive. And every time I see him, I feel like Iâm losing my mind.â
Jennie raised an eyebrow, sipping her Americano and said, âSo, I don't see the problem?â
âThe problem,â you emphasized, âis that heâs younger than me. What if he regrets it later?"
Jennie snorted.
âOh, please. What's a couple of years have to do with anything? Heâs an adult. He can vote, drive, drink - he's a big boy, Y/N. Stop making excuses.â
âItâs not just the age thing,â you protested. âWe're neighbors. Itâs messy. If it doesn't work out, I'd have to move and then-â
âBabe, he's hot,â Jennie added, waggling her eyebrows. âCome on, Y/N. The guy clearly worships you. I bet heâd walk barefoot through a field of Legos if you asked him to.â
âJen-â
âLook,â she interrupted, leaning forward with a smirk, âI get it. Youâre scared. But lifeâs short. If you want him, go for it.â
You groaned, dropping your head into your hands. Jennie was the worst. But she was also⊠not entirely wrong.
---
For Felix, this was a whole crisis.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldnât stop thinking about you. The way you smiled, the way you smelled when you leaned in just a little too close. It was driving him insane.
Jisung, of course, noticed his nonstop thirsting.
âDude,â Jisung said, tossing the controller onto the couch as Felix stared blankly at his laptop. âWhat are you doing?â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â Felix muttered, though the pink tint to his ears gave him away.
âOh, come on,â Jisung groaned. âItâs been, what, six months? Youâre salivating every time she walks by.â
âSheâs⊠amazing, ok? And perfect. AndâŠâ He trailed off, sighing deeply. âSheâd never go for someone like me.â
âWhy not?â Jisung asked, genuinely curious.
âBecause sheâsâŠher,â Felix said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. âShe's beautiful, and successful. And-â
âAnd so into you,â Jisung interrupted. âIâve seen the way she looks at you. Trust me, sheâs interested.â
Felix shook his head, his heart aching. He wanted to believe it, but every time he got close to you, he felt like you were slipping through his fingers.
That night, as you lay in bed, your mind wandered back to Felix. To his soft voice, his shy smile, and the way he looked at you like you were his entire world.
You groaned, rolling onto your side. This was ridiculous. Jennieâs words echoed in your mind, Lifeâs short. If you want him, go for it.
You shook your head, trying to push the thought away. But then you heard it - the doorbell.
You sat up, heart racing. It was almost midnight. You slipped out of bed and walked to your door. You heard the bell again, and this time, Felixâs voice with it.
âY/N?â Felixâs voice was soft but urgent. âItâs me.â
You opened the door quickly to find Felix standing there, looking equal parts nervous and determined.
âFelix, is everything ok?â
âI canât stop thinking about you,â he blurted out, his freckles stark against his flushed cheeks. âI know this is crazy, and I know I probably donât have a chance, but⊠I had to tell you. Because itâs driving me crazy. Youâre driving me crazy.â
You stared at him, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.
âFelix, I -â
âI don't know what to do,â he continued, his voice trembling. âBut I need you to know. Iâm completely, hopelessly in love with you.â
â---
The clock on your nightstand read 2:47 AM. Youâd been lying in bed for hours, unable to sleep, your head spinning.
Felixâs confession played on repeat in your head.
Iâm completely, hopelessly in love with you.
The words had shattered something inside you. Youâd wanted to say something, anything, but all youâd managed was a stunned silence - staring at him with your mouth open, that he gave you a rushed goodnight. And bolted.
Since then, youâd been teetering on the edge of panic and longing. You didn't say anything. Anything at all. And seeing the disappointment in those big beautiful eyes of his, seeing his face crumble with sadness at your silence was absolutely heartbreaking.
You turned onto your side, facing the wall you shared with Felix. Your heart ached, the weight of unspoken feelings pressing down on your chest. He was right there, so close, yet you couldnât bring yourself to bridge the gap.
---
Felix lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, his hands gripping the sheets like they were the only things tethering him to reality.
He had spilled his heart to you, thinking it would work. And now? Now it felt like his heart was breaking into a thousand pieces.
You hadnât said anything. Not a single word to give him hope or closure. He tried to convince himself you were just processing, that you werenât rejecting him - but the silence was the most painful thing he'd ever had to endure.
His gaze drifted to the wall separating his room from yours. And his mind, traitorous as always, began to wander. He imagined you on the other side, lying in your bed, the soft curve of your lips, the way your eyes would flutter shut if he kissed you.
His fantasies were vivid, and utterly maddening.
âFuck,â he muttered, running a hand through his hair. He wanted you so badly it hurt. But more than that, he wanted you to want him.
He felt like he was suffocating.
---
You couldn't take it anymore. It felt way too claustrophobic in your room. You sat up, your heart racing and climbed out of bed and padded to your door.
You needed some air.
---
The sound of your door opening reached him, and his heart leapt into his throat. He scrambled out of bed, throwing on a hoodie as he moved to his own door.
He opened his door and walked straight into you.
âY/N,â he breathed, after his body clashed with yours, and his voice was so husky and breathless.
âIâŠâ You hesitated, looking equally breathless and surprised. âI couldnât sleep.â
Felix stepped closer, his gaze searching yours. âMe neither.â
You bit your lip, your chest heaving with the stress of it all.
âFelix, about what you said earlierâŠâ you began.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his hands curling into fists at his sides.
âI meant it. Every word.â he whispered.
âI know,â you whispered, your voice trembling. âAnd IâŠâ
Before you could finish, Felix closed the distance between you, his hands coming up to cradle your face. His touch was gentle, and you both had a moment, staring at each other, absolutely terrified.
You didn't know who moved first, but here you two were, kissing. A kiss so soft at first, then deepening as months of pent-up desire spilled over. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with a desperation that reflected your own.
Your back hit the wall and he tilted his head, licking into your mouth, and it was so absolutely hot.
When you finally pulled away from Felix, your lips still tingled from the kiss, and your heart pounded so hard.
Felixâs eyes were wide, his cheeks flushed a deep red. He looked absolutely stunned, his lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out.
Oh no, why wasn't he saying anything?!
âIâŠâ you began, but the words got stuck in your throat.
What could you even say?
âIâm sorry,â Felix whispered, his voice strained. He took a step back, running a hand through his hair, clearly panicking.
âNo, no, Iâm sorry,â you blurted, hugging your arms around yourself, feeling exposed in the oversized sweater youâd thrown on before bed. It barely skimmed your thighs, and now you were hyper-aware of how Felixâs eyes kept darting to your legs before snapping back up to your face.
Felixâs jaw tightened, and he let out a shaky breath.
âIâŠI should go.â he murmured and before you could stop him, he turned and sprinted back into his apartment, leaving you standing there.
â
The moment Felix shut the door to his apartment, he leaned against it.
âShit,â he whispered, his eyes closed and voice trembling.
He wanted to scream. Or throw himself off a cliff. Because right now, all he could think about was the way you tasted, the way you looked in that damn sweater. The way you looked so⊠thrown after the kiss.
Groaning, he went to his bedroom and fell onto his bed, burying his face in his pillow. He was turned on beyond belief, but the guilt was just as strong.
That kiss, though perfect, felt impulsive and reckless. And now? He had no idea where you two stood.
---
By the time the sun came up, Felix was in full-on stress-baking mode.
His kitchen was a disaster - half empty bags of flour, bowls and utensils littered every surface, and his oven was working overtime. Heâd already made two trays of brownies, cookies, and a batch of cupcakes, and he was still going.
Because every time he paused, every time he let himself think, his mind betrayed him. That damn kiss was playing on repeat in his head.
He threw himself back into baking, hoping it would distract him. But it didnât work. His fantasies just grew wilder.
âStop it,â Felix hissed to himself, slamming the oven door shut.
But the damage was done. He was a mess.
---
By the time Jisung woke up (close to noon) and stumbled into the kitchen, Felix was pulling yet another tray of cookies out of the oven.
âWhat the hell happened here?â Jisung asked, blinking at the mountain of baked goods that had taken over their apartment. âDid you open a bakery while I was asleep?â
Felix shot him a glare and said, âDonât start.â
Jisung raised his hands in surrender, though he did ask, âRough night?â
Felix didnât answer, instead focusing on packing some of the cookies into containers.
Jisung leaned against the counter, smirking. âThis is obviously about Y/N.â
Felix froze for a second.
âI knew it,â Jisung said, grinning. âCare to share what happened?â
Felixâs ears turned bright red as he shook his head.
âIâm not talking about it,â he said.
âOkay, fine,â Jisung said, grabbing a cookie. âBut, for what itâs worth, you should tell her how youâre feeling. Like, really tell her.â
Felix sighed, his shoulders slumping.
âI already did.â he said sadly.
Jisung blinked in surprise. âAnd?â
âShe didnât say anything.â Felixâs voice was quiet, almost defeated. âAnd thenâŠand thenâŠnever mind.â
---
The moment you stepped into the hallway after a long day at work, you were hit with the mouthwatering aroma of chocolate and vanilla.
You paused, inhaling deeply. Felix was baking again.
Youâd just changed into your pyjamas when there was a knock at your door. Opening it, you werenât surprised to find Felix standing there, holding four containers of baked goods in his hands.
He looked kind of disheveled and his expression was tight - like he was barely holding it together.
âFelix,â you started, but he thrust the containers into your hands before you could say more.
âWhatâs all this?â you asked, looking down at the overflowing assortment of brownies, cookies, and cupcakes.
Felix let out a laugh - a sharp and humorless one.
âItâs your fault,â he said and your eyebrows shot up.
âMy fault?â you asked.
âYes,â he said, running a hand through his hair. âBecause I canât stop thinking about how you didn't say a word after I admitted my feelings for you. And then we kiss, and you don't say anything even then.â
Your lips parted, words failing you as he continued.
âIt hurts. My heart hurts, and if I sit still I feel like I'm gonna faint. So yeah, I've been baking nonstop for hours now. You can eat them, throw them out, whatever you want. I justâŠI needed to get them out of my kitchen before I baked myself into oblivion.â
You sighed, setting the containers down on a nearby table. âFelix -â
âNo,â he interrupted, shaking his head and taking a step back. âDonât.â
âWhat? At least-â
âI have to go, or I'll end up doing something really stupid.â
And before you could stop him, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there with all his baked treats and a heart that felt like it was breaking.
Felix was spiraling.
For days, heâd been avoiding you as much as possible. He hated it. He hated having to speed walk past you or ignoring you. He couldn't stop craving you, and all through his heartache, he still missed you.
And he still couldnât stop himself from baking for you. It was the only way he knew to show how much he cared without risking saying or doing something that might ruin everything further.
The knock on your door came as you were finishing dinner. You opened it to find Felix standing there, looking as nervous as ever, holding a box of brownies.
âHi,â he said, his voice soft.
âHi, Felix,â you said, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorframe.
âI made these for you.â he said, holding the box out to you, his hands trembling slightly.
You took the box, your eyes narrowing slightly.
âThanks, but -â Before you could finish, he turned and started to walk away.
âFelix!â you called after him, but he didnât stop.
Something inside you snapped. You couldnât take it anymore.
âFelix!â you yelled again, quickly placing the box on the ground and grabbing the back of his hoodie, tugging him to a stop.
He sighed, his shoulders slumping as he turned halfway to look at you.
âPlease donât do this to me, Y/N,â he said, his voice low. âIâm trying so hard to hold it together.â
âWell, stop,â you said firmly, pulling him back toward your apartment, your grip on his hoodie strong.
âY/N,â he protested, stumbling slightly as you dragged him inside. âYou donât get it!â
âShut up, Felix,â you snapped, cutting him off as you slammed the door behind you.
He blinked at you, startled, his mouth opening to say something else, but you didnât give him the chance.
âI like you, okay?â you yelled, your voice rising. âI like you back, Felix! Iâve been trying to hold it in, trying to be reasonable because this whole thing is complicated and I didnât want to make it weird, but I canât take it anymore! Youâve been driving me mad with all your running and your baking and your stupid perfect face, so just - just shut up and kiss me already!â
For a moment, Felix just stared at you, his eyes wide, his lips parted in shock.
âYou⊠what?â he whispered, as if he couldnât believe his ears.
âI said I like you,â you repeated, your chest heaving. âNow are you going to kiss me or not?â
In an instant, he closed the space between you, his hands cupping your face as he crashed his lips against yours.
The kiss was desperate, frantic even, and you responded with just as much intensity, your hands fisting in the front of his hoodie to pull him closer.
Felixâs lips were soft but insistent, his hands shaking slightly as they slid from your face to your waist, pulling you flush against him.
When you finally pulled away, both of you were gasping for air, trembling and flushed.
âDo you have any idea how long Iâve wanted to do that?â Felix whispered, his voice rough and shaky.
You smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of his face and said, âProbably as long as I have.â
He let out a soft laugh, his eyes shining with something you could only describe as pure joy.
And he kissed you over and over, until the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you and the undeniable connection you felt with each other.
Dating Felix felt like stepping into a dream.
From the moment you both decided to give it a go, it was as if everything clicked into place. Now, you were greeted with the soft press of his lips whenever he saw you and even softer smiles that melted your insides.
He was so attentive, and so utterly devoted. And more perfect than you'd ever thought a person could be. He stayed over at yours a lot, and you kept him company whenever you could over at his. And it was absolutely magical.
Oh and he taught you how to bake. Or at least he tried.
---
Felixâs kitchen was a mess as usual, all his baking things spread everywhere. His sleeves were rolled up and his hair pushed back with a bandana.
You were perched on the kitchen counter, dressed in that sweater - the oversized one he loved so much, the one that barely skimmed the tops of your thighs. Your hair was loose, your smile teasing, and you looked like you'd walked straight out of his dream.
Felix swallowed hard, as he tried not to look at you. But when he did, he saw you leaning forward slightly, resting your chin in your hand.
âWhatâs next, Chef Lee?â you asked, nodding toward the bowl of brownie batter.
Felix cleared his throat, trying to gather himself.
âUh, okay. So, once we mix the dry ingredientsâŠâ
His voice trailed off as you dipped your finger into the batter, scooping up a bit and popping it into your mouth.
The sound you made - a soft hum of approval - almost made him drop the bowl.
âMmm,â you said, licking your finger clean. âThatâs so good.â
Felixâs jaw clenched, his hands gripping the edge of the bowl to keep himself steady.
âBaby,â he said, his voice strained.
âWhat?â you asked, your eyes wide with mock innocence.
âYouâre not⊠helping,â he managed, his gaze slipping down to your thighs.
You tilted your head, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you said, âIâm not?â
âNo,â he said, setting the bowl down and taking a step closer to you.
âWhat am I doing, then?â you teased, tapping his bottom lip with your finger.
Felix caught your wrist, his grip firm but gentle.
âYouâre being a bad girl,â he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
Your breath hitched as he stepped between your legs, his hands sliding over your thighs.
âWhat do you want, baby?â he asked, his fingers tightening on your skin.
You smirked, leaning in just enough for your lips to brush against his.
âI want you.â
That was all it took.
Felix kissed you like he was starving, his hands running over your thighs as he pressed you closer. He tasted of chocolate and something so uniquely him, and you honestly couldn't get enough.
His lips moved to your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He pushed the fabric off your shoulder, kissing all your exposed skin, groaning as you thread your fingers through his hair and tugged lightly.
He pushed you back against the wall, his hands reaching under your sweater and pulling down your panties quickly. You gasped as he quickly bent down and threw your legs over his shoulders.
Your breath caught as he kissed your inner thighs and went on to give you the most mind blowing orgasm of your life.
The bowl of brownie batter sat forgotten on the counter as he devoured you. Your fingers were in his hair, his bandana long lost and followed by his shirt and a lot more.
You sat on the counter, grinning smugly, your legs swinging lazily as you watched him, shirtless and glowing, trying to salvage the brownies he had abandoned earlier.
Felix glanced at you, his freckled cheeks still tinged pink, and smirked. He just lived his fantasy. And you were glowing, and it filled his heart to see you like that.
âThe brownies, Lixie,â You reminded him as he lost focus, and was lost in thought, his eyes fixed on you.
He was about to reply when the front door opened, and Jisung walked in.
âFelix -â Jisung stopped mid-sentence as he walked into the kitchen, his eyes darting between you, perched on the counter, and Felix, standing there shirtless with a tray of brownies in hand.
There was a long, awkward pause as Jisung's eyes fell on Felixâs shirt lying on the floor. And obviously both of you looked enough ruffled for anyone to catch up.
âOh my god,â Jisung finally said, his face scrunching up in horror. âEw! Not in the kitchen!â
You burst into laughter, your hands flying to your mouth, while Felix just shook his head.
âNothing happened here!â Felix insisted, though the sheepish grin tugging at his lips wasnât helping his case.
Jisung pointed an accusing finger at his shirt lying on the floor.
âDonât lie to me! Thereâs literally evidence of your sins everywhere!â he said.
âJisung, I swear -â
âSave it!â Jisung cut him off dramatically, turning to leave. âIâm never eating anything that comes out of this kitchen again!â
You couldnât stop giggling as Felix turned to you.
âBabe,â he muttered, though he couldn't help but smile.
âIâm sorry,â you said, trying to sound sincere but failing miserably.
Felix rolled his eyes, setting the tray down before stepping closer again.
âYouâre lucky I love you,â he said, teasingly.
âLucky, huh?â you said, looping your arms around his neck.
He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours as he said, âVery lucky.â
âI CAN HEAR YOU!â Jisungâs voice rang out from his bedroom.
You both burst out into giggles, and you kissed him again.
âI love you, Lixie.â
âI love you, baby.â
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giving virgin sub!chris his first blowjob
this is inspired by @mattybsgroupie virgin!chris with milf!reader, so go check her out i lovelovelove her fics!!!
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âp- please mama..â you hear the boy whine while clenching his fists, not knowing where to put his hands. âplease what sweet boy? mâgonna need a little more than thatâ you grin, your eyes low as you continue to rub over the forming bulge through his jeans. âneed- need your m-mouthâ he murmurs, clearly embarrassed. âneed my what? câmon honey.. one more timeâ
he canât help but grind his hips up into nothing at your teasing words, he knew what you were doing and he was willing to do anything to have your pretty mouth around him. âyouâre that desperate? fuck baby.. just say it one more time and iâll give you whatever yâwantâ he shudders when he feels you apply more pressure to his hard dick, begging to be freed from the uncomfortable layers.
âplease mama! n- ngh- need your mouthâ his voice now a little louder than before, you smile and begin to unbutton his jeans pulling them down to reveal him. âsuch a good, perfect boy, yeah? look at you, sâall for meâ you wrap your hand around him and begin to slowly stroke him.
âm-mama.. mmâ all that is heard from him is mumbles and incoherent nonsense, âyeah baby?â he can hear the smirk in your tone, his hips buck again as if trying to silently say that he wants needs more.
you finally take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around him. âo-ohh mam- fuck! r-right th-thereâ his hands start to scatter not knowing where to put them, you rest both of them in your hair. your continuous humming and moaning around him pushes him closer and closer to the edge and his hands steadily grip onto your now messy hair.
it doesnât take him long to feel that pit in his stomach become stronger âm- mâgonna cum c-can i cum mama please!â his soft whimpers and whines signal that heâs close, you pull off for a split second. âgo ahead baby, cum for meâ you focus your attention on his sensitive tip and stroke the rest of him. âplease please please-â he doesnât even know what he was begging for, just babbling off nonsense as he reaches his high.
âgood boy you did sâgood for me, my sweet boyâ you let off of him and swipe over his tip with your thumb, teasing him. ân-no more please.. mâtiredâ he whines while trying to swat your hands away. âokay baby, no more. mâso proud of youâ you climb up onto the bed and he rests his head on you, letting his tired figure settle onto your chest before curling up and dozing off into a peaceful sleep.
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đđ mean!rafe loves cockwarming but you're not such a huge fan
c!w; mdni !! mean!rafe, desperate reader, cockwarming obviously tehe, bit of degradation ig?, use of the nickname bunny, dumbification sorta, overstimulation?, creampie, writer doesnt know what they're doing lol. an; first work !! um i apologise in advance bcs i used to write wattpad fics but i've just been a tumblr lurker... until now lol. pls leave me feedback!
rafe had been fucking you rough for what felt like hours. you were basically seated on his lap, backup against his chest with his cock deep in your sore wet hole. he was always pretty merciless when you had sex but this? this was just cruel.
after rapidly pounding you with his strong arms holding you up slightly by your ass as you yelped and tried to claw at his flexed bicep, he had let you fall hard onto his lap again, but didn't move.
you could feel his piercing smirk adorning his lips even without facing him. the way you wriggled, trying to gain whatever friction you could again, as you sat there begging to cum made him sooo smug.
you tried to move again, dragging your legs up from being splayed out in front of you to gain some height and fuck yourself on his dick, but he stopped you. grabbing at your hips with a bruising grip, "ah ah, you need to be patient baby..."
you whined at his scolding, the feeling of being so full of cock wasn't enough, you needed to move. your lips were red and swollen from pouting and nipping at them all this time, you grabbed one of his hands that was still on your hip, hoping the desperate touch would convince him to let you have your way.
"sooo needy aren't we bunny? god, dick's got you acting all dumb, huh? just want to be fucked soo bad, don't we?" he teased, his words syrupy. he was torturing you on purpose, having fun with it. he could handle the lack of friction, the way you were desperately clenching around him, your cunt fluttering everytime his chest rose and fell because that was basically the only movement you were getting now.
"rafeee" you whined, eyes closed and eyebrows cinched together as if you were in pain, "please... pleaseplease. i need you to move." he loved the way you whined his name, the way you begged, there was almost nothing you could do to get what you want at this point.
you looked down, a creamy line of arousal gathered around the base of rafe's cock. your breathing going all ragged as rafe ignored you and the sight of his cock so deep in your pussy only made you more wet and desperate.
you tilted your head back, getting all dizzy from the pressure of waiting and the way you were breathing too heavily. "aww, 's my bunny getting flustered and dizzy? this cock got you so good all thoughts are gone baby?" rafe chuckled, his hot breath on your neck making you twitch.
"please rafey it's so deep i need you to fuck me so bad..." you said all breathy, his weakness. you figured you might as well pull out all the stops now. with your head leaning back on his shoulder, you could sort of see his face, his jaw ticking in contemplation as you could feel his dick perk up at your words before. you grinned and continued, "rafeee... it's all i want."
he rolled his head to the side before finally moving his hands, one slid from your hip to the heat fresh and pooling in your lower tummy, finding itself on your clit. you gasped at the touch while his other hand slid under your ass, gesturing you to rise up a little again.
as soon as you did, you could hear a little scoff at the back of your neck before he began thrusting into you again, hard and fast. your loud pornagraphic moans bounced off the walls as he groaned into your neck, both of you really winning in the end when you came simultaniously, rafe then fucking the creampie back into you slowly.
"mmh, such a needy dumb bunny" he'd mumbled, still playing with your clit as he watched your pussy swallow the white liquid.
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âđâËâč⥠RAFE + THE !READERâS AND THEIR KINKS
warnings: dark content ahead! please do not read if you donât feel comfortable with any of the kinks listed!
a/n: some of these might not be considered âkinksâ but instead things that both rafe and !reader may particularly enjoy. special thank you to @nemesyaaa for giving me this idea and always listening to my rambles <3333 consider this my christmas gift to you à«źê° Ë¶âą àŒ âąË¶ê±á âĄ
wc: 5.0k
â.á bambi!reader
cnc: these two have a meeting and go over all of their fantasies. while bambiâs suggestions are more tame, rafe is going all out, suggesting that he kidnaps her, holds her at gun/knife point, along with making another safe word just for the sole purpose of dismissing it. heâs covering bambiâs mouth while sheâs screaming for him to get off of her, fucking her with so much force that her body scoots up on whatever surface rafe has her on. sheâs pushing away, or trying to at least, and rafe is just so much stronger than her that he doesnât budge. âlook at you, so pathetic and weak..â rafe would laugh at her, making her cry as she helplessly took his cock.
rope play: no one can convince me that rafe wasnât a boy scout when he was little. heâs very knowledgeable of different knots and ties and made it a point to start experimenting with you, tying you up in grotesque positions purely for his enjoyment. even tying your arms behind your back in intricate weaves was enough to get him going. heâd take full advantage of you in your restraints, fucking you past overstimulation, the mixture of pleasure and pain making you cry out in both agony and bliss. your fingers would gradually grow numb, along with the rest of your body until rafe untied you, indents from the rope adorning your flesh.
outdoor sex: an innocent little picnic can quickly turn into rafe pushing your head into the grass while he fists your panties, dragging them down your thighs before bunching your dress up and slamming into you without warning. he canât quite pin point when this became a âthingâ between you two, but fuck he knew you loved it. maybe it was because of the scenery or being far away from anyone being able to see or hear you two, but sex out in the middle of nowhere was thrilling for you both. bambi already spent a lot of her time outside, so whenever rafe would join her and do what he does best; making her cum around his cock, it was like her two favorite worlds collided.
asphyxiation: this was first done on accident when rafe was fucking your throat and smothering your face at the same time. seeing the way you gasped for air after he pulled you off of his cock was nothing short of gratifying. but seeing the way you were eager to do it again was even better. from that point forward he would do anything and everything to cut off your intake of air. covering your nose when you sucked him off, choking you during sex until you were on the verge of blacking out, pinning you down by your neck so your windpipe was being crushed. of course he educated both you and himself, and took your little taps of surrender very seriously.
predator/prey: the thrill of the hunt and the chase was like no other. whether rafe was chasing bambi in tanneyhill or outside at night time, the promise of getting to do whatever he wanted to her if he captured her was all the encouragement he needed. sheâd be hiding, goosebumps spreading across her skin once she couldnât see rafe anymore. little did she know, he was already creeping up from behind her, a rough hand clamping over her mouth before she could scream. rafe is grunting threats in her ear while she thrashes against him, telling her that sheâs powerless and fighting against him is useless. of course, once he has her held down, sheâs completely at his mercy.
â.á sheep!reader
slapping: whether rafe is slapping the swells of your tits, the fleshy globes of your ass, or your poor overstimulated clit, he loves seeing your body jolt at his touch. he especially likes slapping you in the face when heâs pounding into you, the small flash of hurt passing over your features shooting straight to his cock. heâs smiling while youâre flinching every time he picks his hand up, his large palm meeting your soft skin with a harsh smack! he knows youâre far too timid and shy to tell him to stop, small whimpers leaving your lips at the stinging sensation. once heâs done with you, your skin is raw and sensitive to the touch, rafe always making sure to soothe you and comfort you afterwards.
corruption: you were just a pretty, clueless virgin when he met you, and still pretty and clueless after he broke you in. rafe still seeâs you as a saint even when heâs fingering you to tears, your tight walls spasming around his digits. he treats every time like itâs your first time all overs again, the idea of getting you addicted to his cock was enough to make him cum. he loved to see the confused, yet desperate plea in your eyes for him to turn you inside out. the fact that heâs the only one who has ever seen you unravel makes his chest fill with pride. to know that heâs the one who turned you into a cock-hungry slut to begin with does wonders for his ego.
dacryphilia: rafe does things to purposely make sheep cry. pinching her clit, fucking her so hard that his tip is nudging her cervix with every thrust, grabbing her cheeks and squeezing them together with a bruising grip, he loves seeing those sparkly eyes watering with tears. if he has you on your knees, he wonât stop fucking your throat until you have tears running down your neck and chest. rafe thinks sheep looks prettiest when sheâs an utter mess, tear-stained cheeks and swollen lips are his favorite look on her. even when sheâs crying and upset about something, he canât help but guide her hand to his aching length, promising her that sheâll feel better once she makes him cum.
orgasm denial: the way that rafe keeps sheep needy and ready to fuck whenever he wants is by denying her orgasms. waiting until her eyes are rolling to the back of her head before pulling away and making her clench around nothing. ânononono, please, rafe! i need it!â sheâs clinging onto him, trying to keep him near as much as she could before heâs swatting her hands away. âgotta keep you on your toes, âdoll.â heâs rough when he holds her down, stroking himself until heâs painting her tummy with his seed. sexually frustrated and sad that he didnât fill her up instead, sheâs bending to his every will later on when he wants to go for round two.
overstimulation: if sheep isnât getting denied an orgasm, sheâs getting a load of them until sheâs physically trying to run away from rafe. while heâs doing everything he can to keep her cumming, sheâs convulsing, shaking and trembling, writhing in pain as rafe works her poor, sensitive bud. using his fingers, tongue and cock, he tells sheep to keep count and if she messes up then he has to start from zero again. sheep is brainless after the first three, her train of thought being completely gone as rafe fights with her to keep her thighs open. âno more, no more, no more..â sheâs repeating it like a mantra, rafe ignoring her pleas for him to stop.
â.á latina!kook!reader
praise: rafe is having a hard time believing that his favorite latina is even letting him touch her, so heâs doing everything he can to remember this moment. heâs telling you how good your perfume smells, marveling at how soft your skin feels under his touch, admiring and staring at your body in awe as if to remember every curve and detail. youâre looking in his eyes while he raves about never seeing someone as beautiful as you. âyouâre so fucking gorgeous, holy shit.â rafe is in disbelief when he finally gets you out of your clothes, his eyes instinctively blinking as he didnât know what to take in first.. your angelic face, show-stopping tits, or glistening pussy.
language: hearing you speak in your mother tongue is going to do it for rafe every single time. whether youâre cursing at him or grabbing him through his pants, whispering; âlo quiero, papiâ i want it, daddy..â his cock springs up at the sound of your voice. youâve taught him enough spanish for him to reply to certain things, your favorite phrase of his being, âmĂrame, muñecaâ look at me, doll.â when youâre shying away from the intensity of his gaze. rafe loved hearing all the words falling from your lips, especially when a particular thrust of his hips made your voice crack at the end of your sentences. âkeep talking to me, hermosaâ beautiful, i need to hear you.â
mirror sex: you didnât have not one bad side. in rafeâs eyes you were absolutely flawless. after the first time you two had sex, he knew immediately that he needed to see you at every angle. getting a mirror installed on the ceiling right above his bed was the first step, then it was a mirrored headboard.. and then two full length mirrors that sat in the opposite corners of his room. the man was obsessed with watching you. if he had you in doggy, he could still get a full view of your face twisting in pleasure along with the bounce of your tits. on days where you wanted to ride him, heâd watch in awe as the globes of your ass met his thighs with a ripple effect adorning the fleshy skin.
body worship: similar to praise, rafe is whispering sweet nothings against your skin, his hands working to massage your calves as he presses kisses to your thighs. heâs holding onto you, eyes closed as he takes in your scent. âyouâre so perfect.â rafe sounds like a broken record as he kisses your knuckles, and up your arm to the curve of your shoulder until he finally gets to your lips. his hands are roaming your body even as heâs inside of you, his soft touch a stark contrast to his hard thrusts. not a single inch of your body goes untouched by this man. he pays attention to every single thing, from the crown of your head down to the tips of your toes, he makes sure you feel like a goddess at all times.
tit fucking: having both your tits and your face in his line of vision is a surely a sight to behold. heâs delirious as you gaze up at him, the tip of his cock emerging from between your tits before meeting your tongue. despite you moving yourself up and down, rafe is thrusting from beneath you, the slick sound of his precum making both of you moan. âah, fuck!â his hips are stuttering everytime you manage to wrap your lips around the tip, his cock twitching with need as you stroke him with ease. he loves seeing the way your lashes flutter up at him when he finishes across your chest, watching with lust-filled eyes as you swipe some of his seed with a manicured finger before popping the digit into your mouth with a smile.
â.á bitchy!kook!reader
choking: while rafe loves to choke you in order for you to keep your sassy remarks to yourself, he nearly loses it when you take charge and wrap your hand around the column of his throat instead. he loves the push and pull of your shared dynamic. when he has you pinned down by your neck, itâs useless to deem it a punishment since you always end up liking the pain more than the pleasure. rafe canât help but curse to himself at the sight of the smirk adorning your lips when heâs cutting off your airway. âno way youâre loving this shit right now..â both of your voices are hoarse once youâre done with each other, the sound making you two look at each other smugly.
hate sex: you two mastered this before everything else. fucking when you were enemies and nothing more was like a fever dream, both of you fighting to use each other for no other reason besides getting off. youâd push rafe down, bouncing on his cock to keep him from having his way with you, only for him to have your face pressed into the pillows moments later. you two didnât care if the other felt good or not, it was purely just your way of taking out all of the pent up anger and frustration you two had for eachother. youâd curse at him before he crashed his lips into yours, telling you to âshut the fuck up for once and just use your mouth for what itâs supposed to be.â as he forced you down onto your knees.
impact play: if you and rafe werenât hitting and shoving each other into his room when you wanted to jump each otherâs bones then you werenât doing it right. slamming you against the wall while he was inside of you, slapping him across the face when he did something a little too hard, it was all apart of your little dance together and you two fucking lived for it. rafe loved that he didnât have to be so soft and gentle with you, and even more so when he found someone who finally didnât treat him like he was made of glass and used the same force against him. the roughness and complete disregard for one anotherâs feelings in those very moments was addicting to say the least.
degradation: this was bitchy!kook!readerâs specialty. telling rafe how stupid and pathetic he is for spamming her phone with desperate texts, telling him heâs worthless and that the only thing heâs good for is being her boy toy. sheâs bringing up the times when rafe was begging her to let him eat her out, calling him names and laughing in his face when he looks the slightest bit embarrassed. rafe isnât letting up on you either, heâs cussing in your ear, calling you a bitch and a âspoiled fuckinâ bratâ as he folds you in half. both of you revel in the weight of your insults, the words only making both of you needy to prove the other wrong. âjust shut your fucking mouth already..â
possessiveness: despite âhatingâ each other, thereâs nothing neither of you hated more than seeing each other in close proximity with someone else. rafe hated your friends, all of them always trying to introduce someone to you in hopes that they could get you to leave rafe alone once and for all. of course, later on that night when the party is over and the place is cleared, heâs pounding into you like he has something to prove. âyouâre fuckinâ stupid if you thought i was gonna let you leave with that asshole.â he has you in a head lock, his toned stomach smacking the back of your ass as he choked you out with his bicep. âno one else could ever make you feel like this.â
â.á bitchy!pogue!reader
recording: sheâs rafeâs personal pornstar without a doubt. bitchy!pogue!reader knows she looks amazing every second of the day, even when her mouth is full of cock, so when she seeâs rafe pull out his camera, sheâs really giving him a show. âyou fuckinâ slut, i could make millions off of you..â rafe would say after she made him cum on her face and tits. rafe loved to keep documentation of bitchy!pogue!reader almost begging to tears for rafe to fuck her already, the footage coming in handy when she decides to wake up with an attitude and tells him that heâs lucky that you even let him fuck, let alone talk to you. he has the camera in your face the same night, grunting out âaww whatâs wrong? âstill think youâre too good for this cock now?â
rough sex: these two turn ârough sexâ into an umbrella term with all of the depraved shit that they do. smacking your skin until youâre bruised, scratching rafe until you draw blood, thrusting into you so hard that you let out a shriek with every stroke of his hips, and this isnât including all of the choking, biting, and hair pulling that both of you do while youâre at it. rafe is ruthless in the bedroom, often leaving you bedridden by the time heâs done plowing into your poor, sensitive cunt. this was what regular sex was like between you two, and you wouldnât have it any other way. it drove rafe crazy to know that you were so willing and just as sick and twisted as him to take his shit.
humiliation: this was a two way street for both you and rafe. he would say that he could never be seen with a stripper on his arm since he was sure the entire island had already been with you before, and you would say that you wouldnât want to be seen with a pathetic loser with daddy issues and a drug problem to cope, anyways. both of you knew that the shit talking that you were doing was only foreplay for the activities you were going to do later. sure enough, heâs taking you in the country club bathroom, all of the grand parents there staring at your provocative outfit in disbelief. âplease donât make me moan loud..â youâd whimper, rafe wrapping a fist in your hair. ânah, youâre gonna let this whole club know that youâre nothing but an easy hooker.â
face fucking: once rafe got started on this, it was never-ending. heâd have you on your knees wherever you two were at, forcing you to keep your hands behind your back as he used your throat like a cock sleeve. heâs pulling at the roots of your hair with a strangled groan, the sound of his length sliding in and out from between your lips making his eyes roll to the back of his head. itâs messy and sticky, your cheeks full of tears as spit and precum dribble down your chin, your jaw aching for a break. âfuck, just look at you.. âbet you donât have shit to bitch about now, do you?â still managing to roll your eyes at him, rafe chuckles to himself before picking up his pace.
dumbification: your walls are fluttering around rafeâs cock when he tells you things like; âyouâre a dumb, stupid, slut who doesnât know how to do anything except take dick.â and calling you a brainless bimbo with nothing but tits for brains. youâre nodding along to his words, not caring about how much heâs dumbing you down. in this very moment, with his hips slamming into yours, you were brainless.. not a single thought behind your fucked out gaze. âjust prancing around in your heels like a clueless fuckinâ bunny, not knowing shit..â heâs delivering each word with a punctuated thrust, your back arching into his chest when you feel the rough pads of his fingers on your sensitive clit.
â.á kook!sweetheart!reader
sexting: boyyyy you two can sext for hours at a time. once the clock hits ten and your phone dings with a âyou up, beautiful?â from none other than rafe himself, youâre faking a yawn and telling your parents youâre gonna cut the movie short tonight because youâre so sleepy. as soon as youâre laid in your bed, your room door locked until further notice, youâre sending rafe all the pretty nudes you took for him since the last time you two sexted. rafe is fisting his cock as your pictures come in one by one, his bottom lip pulled haphazardly between his teeth to keep himself from moaning out loud. in return, rafe is also sending you pictures of himself. shirtless gym pics, his bulges when he wakes up thinking about you, and your personal favorite; his bare cock and the aftermath of stroking himself to your sexy photos.
lingerie: this was only fitting considering you were a whole designer with your own lingerie brand. rafe hadnât really developed his kink for fucking you in your lingerie until you started surprising him, the lace and sometimes satin material looking just gorgeous against your skin. besides the obvious fact that you looked stunning in your sets, he thinks the reason why he appreciated it a lot more is because he knows you thought about him when choosing which one to wear. âdo you like it?â was possibly the most dumbest question you couldâve ever asked him. of course, you got your answer when he pulled you on top of him, moving your panties over to the side before slamming you down onto his length.
cum play: rafe died and came back to life when he watched you smear his cum over your lips the first time you took his length into your mouth. and then he died again on a separate occasion when he came on your tits, your pretty manicured fingers swirling his seed over your sensitive buds. now every time he finished, if it wasnât inside of you, he watched with a bated breath as you tasted him before pulling him down into a kiss. your tongues clashed, both of you moaning as you made out with his cum in your mouths. you shared spit, making a mess out of each other until you were begging him to cum again. âplease, i want more, rafe..â
pussy eating: he needs it. he needs to have kook!sweetheart!readerâs thighs locked down to his shoulders while he works his skillful tongue on her pussy. sheâs whimpering above him, wrapping her hands around his large fingers as he gently circles her clit. rafe is easily eating her out for an hour before another hour passes and sheâs a mess. having orgasmed at least ten times, rafe is very controlled and knows how to bring her up before pushing her over the edge and letting her fall ever so graciously into another orgasm one after the other. the lower half of his face is soaked, and when he looks up at you from between your thighs, the sight of him is burned into your mind forever.
cockwarming: one of rafeâs favorites. whenever you and rafe are in the bliss of aftercare, he stays nestled inside of you, both of you kissing each other lazily while he rubbed soothing circles into your skin. âthink you could keep still?â you teased, rafe laughing softly as you clenched around him, almost as if to provoke him to move. not even ten minutes later, youâre slowly circling your hips, desperate for any kind of friction while rafe holds you in place. âi knew you were gonna put out.â rafe groaned, moving gently as he rolled over on top of you. ignoring him, you dug your heels into his lower back, prompting him to keep going. âyeah, yeah, just fuck meâ oh!â
â.á farmerâs!daughter!reader
size kink: cowboy!rafe is hugeee, and (un)fortunately for you, also hung like a fucking horse. his entire body envelopes yours when heâs on top of you, only half of his cock fitting inside of you before heâs forcing you to take the whole thing. feeling like his length and the sheer girth of him is splitting you open, youâre looking down at where you two are connected, your eyes wide as you see what looks like a belly bulge coming up from under your flesh. âohmygodohmygodohmygod!â youâre delirious as the big, strong man above you drills into you at an unforgiving speed. his hand is large enough to wrap around the entirety of your neck, your chest caving in once you felt the band in your tummy snap.
dirty talk: rafe knew exactly what to say in order to get your cheeks heating. âyou donât think i know wet you are right now? i bet i could slip right in yaâ..â youâre gasping at the lewdness of his words, hiding your face from his view as he stroked the exposed flesh of your waist. âray!â you laughed nervously, both of you hiding in his little house that was in the back of your own. âyou know iâm right.. thatâs why youâre getting all shy on me right now.â he scoots closer, his lips trailing along your collarbone. âlet me take this shirt off, âget these tits in my mouth.â being around a horny cowboy wasnât good for your heart. âoh, my word! your mouth is filthy!â
daddy kink: the basis of you and rafeâs relationship was that you were together secretly, your father forbidding rafe from dating you, let alone looking in your direction. he wasnât fond of your dad for that very reason. every time heâs asking you who your pussy belongs to, heâs forcing you to refer to him as a different name other than his own. âyou, daddy! oh, fuck, i belong to you!â youâre crying out, the name falling from your lips before you could stop it. the fact that he had you, the farmerâs daughter, in his bed, calling him daddy when he knew your actual father hated him, stroked his ego more than your cunt did. âyeah, iâm your daddy? say it again.â you oblige, your eyes screwing shut as the plap of your ass against his thighs echoed in your ears.
mating press: seeing your glossy eyes gaze up at him while he had your knees pressed to your chest was hands down one of his favorite sights. with the back of his hands sitting underneath your hips, your lower half was slightly elevated, your needy cunt guaranteed to take all of his cum. in this position, you swore it felt like he was in your tummy. ânghhhâ canât, rafe!â you shook your head, your eyes brimming with tears as he leaned down, taking your lips in a bruising kiss. âshhh, of course you can, sweetheart, youâre doing so good for me right now.â the wet squelch of your cunt made rafe keen, his lips wet with your spit. âgonna fill you up to the fuckinâ brim..â
breeding kink: you dreamed about having cowboy!rafeâs babies, both of you always talking about having little ones running around the farm. rafe saw it vividlyâ your pretty round belly, swollen with his seed, a baby on your hip while you greeted him after a full day of work. itâs all he could envision while heâs pumping in and out of you, your sweet moans sounding against his skin. âiâm gonna make you such a pretty mom, baby, you just fuckinâ wait.â he grunted, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he went even deeper inside your cunt. biting back tears, you let out a half-sob as he continuously hit that sensitive spot along your velvety walls. âyouâd want that, right?â rafe still asks even though his mind is already made up. âduh!â
â.á pogue!sweetheart!reader
spanking: rafe blamed your mini skirts for his hyper fixation with your ass. heâd be groping you every chance he could get, the spanking factor coming in when you pretended to drop something one day, your boyfriend wasting no time in draping you over his lap and giving you the attention you were so clearly asking for. he spanked you so hard, you couldnât help but cry out every time his hot palm met your flesh. âyou asked me for this, donât forget that..â he said through gritted teeth, smirking to himself as you continued to let him spank you with an unforgiving force. rafe was always so gentle with you, you loved when he switched things up and disregarded your pain sometimes..
food play: pogue!sweetheart!reader is basically our little strawberry shortcake. always whipping things up in the kitchen with rafe pressed against her ass was bound to lead to some interesting experiments. first it was strawberries, you and rafe sharing one before he dragged the fruit up the curve of your neck, licking the sweet, succulent juice that had dripped down to you chest. the second time around, before you two decided to incorporate it more regularly, you two were having a lazy day, both of you sharing some whipped cream you had made. you had playfully licked some off of rafeâs finger before he got the crazy idea to lick it from other places, too..
cream pie: rafe was obsessed with watching his cum drip out of you. heâd pull out halfway while you were still clenching around him, forcing you to look down so you could see the glorious sight of his twitching cock filling you up before pulling out altogether. you two would wait with bated breathâs, a moan leaving your lips as you felt the warm ropes of cum slowly drip out of your entrance. rafeâs chest would be rising and falling as he used the tip of his cock to smear his seed up and down your folds, even taking the time to circle your sensitive clit. âoh, fuck, this is amazing..â heâd marvel, gathering the sticky succulence before pushing it back into you.
marathon sex: with pogue!sweetheart!readerâs camper being far away from everyone on the island, it was like you and rafe were dead to the world as you moaned and screamed as loud as you wanted. completely losing the concept of time, you and rafe went at it until someone tapped out, neither of you tiring easily when you were too busy getting thrown over the edge time and time again. one night in particular, you and rafe were doing what you usually did before bed, your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusted into you and you just couldnât get enough. both of you kept going without any intentions of stopping. it wasnât until rafe finally called it that you two noticed the blue morning sky peeking through your curtains that you realized you had just fucked for hourssss
soft/vanilla sex: rafe loved taking his time with you, especially because he knew you were sentimental about everything. holding your hands while his head was working between your thighs, looking into your eyes the whole time he was pounding into you, the gentle touches against your skin as he hoisted you up further onto your bed, it was all his way of handling you with care. heâd peck the tip of your nose when you were cumming, his fingers bringing you down from your high as he held you against his chest. whispering praises in your ear, rafe wouldnât start aftercare until you were gazing up at him lovingly, and that was even sweeter.
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'tis the season (eddie munson x fem!reader)
summary: your sweet neighbour addresses a christmas card to both you and eddie â the only issue? she's never met eddie... so how does she know his name? eddie decides that 'tis the season for all your neighbours to know his name
cw: 18+!, christmas adjacent but you don't have to celebrate, smut, oral, fingering, pinv sex, idk mentions of dying of embarrassment, friends with benefits to more (slightly ambiguous ig) an: just a quick lil thing!!! if you liked it pls tell me or i'll pass away from lack of attention wc: 2.4k+
You didnât think twice about it â a Christmas card that your next door neighbour dropped off to your apartment, addressed to both you and Eddie.Â
You should have thought twice about it â because youâve never introduced lovely Mrs. Mabel to Eddie, and Eddie doesnât necessarily show up to your apartment during the day time.
What you and him do⊠itâs more of a night time thing. You call him â sometimes he calls you â and then he drives over. Sometimes you pretend you need something fixed, sometimes itâs a jar lid that's stuck, one time it was your bedside table that was jammed â but him coming over to introduce himself to your 70 year old neighbour is highly, highly unlikely.Â
So when you got the card, maybe you should have thought twice about why his name was on it â but you didnât. You were on your way out and Mrs. Mabel had left it taped to your door. You slid it into your purse, and then when you got home, you had put it down on your countertop with the thought of opening it after putting away the few groceries you had bought.
Then you just forgot about it for the night. A candle was lit, the lights were dimmed, and Eddie was speed dialed.Â
When he showed up, you were pouring drinks for the two of you in your kitchen â thatâs when he saw the card.Â
âOh?â he hummed, smiling as he slid his finger along the edge of the rustic brown coloured envelope, picking it up. âWhat's this?â
âOh yeah!â you remembered. âMrs. Mabel dropped that off earlier, I forgot to open it. It's a christmas card,â you beamed.Â
âWell, good thing you waited. Itâs addressed for both of us,â he winked.Â
You didnât understand the wink.Â
You didnât understand why he was so smug either, and you didnât ask, you were too distracted by the kitschy card, with drawings of cats wearing Santa hats wishing you and Eddie a âMeowy Christmasâ and a âPurrfect New Yearâ.Â
It was only after drinks were drunk, your bedroom was visited, and Eddie said something odd, that you started to question what exactly he meant.Â
His skin was still dewy where you laid your head on his chest. Both of your breaths were labored. His hand was splayed across your back, feeling extra warm.Â
âSo⊠I take it that all your neighbours know my name?â He said it like he was teasing you. You didnât understand why, but it seemed loaded.
âNo? Why would they all know your name?â
âHmmm,â he hummed, and you could hear the mischief in his smile. He was up to something, but your eyelids were heavy, and his hand started to rub up and down your spine, and with the way your body vibrated, you could not have cared less. Whatever he was getting at could wait.Â
And it did wait â one whole week. Then you finally understood, and you really cared â because what the fuck.Â
He came over earlier than usual. He hadnât even called, he just showed up, and with flowers. Flowers. Eddie doesnât give you flowers, he gives you orgasms. Thatâs what you thought this thing was between the two of you â nothing more than late night hookups. Not flowers.Â
And then he dropped the bomb that he was making you dinner. Dinner. He was being so sweet, and he brought you flowers, and he was making you dinner. You canât even remember a time where you had seen him before the sun set. Flowers. Dinner.
As he found his way through your kitchen, he made sure to get in every little touch and graze possible, even ones that were so obviously unnecessary. Like when you were washing vegetables at the sink. He pressed himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your body, caging you in against the sink, washing his hands in the most inconvenient position ever. It was incredibly inefficient, and it got the front of your shirt wet, but that was another thing. He peeled your shirt off you right in the kitchen. With a giggle â because this whole ordeal had left you undeniably smitten â you complained that the cotton of your shirt was cold and stuck to you, so his solution was to spin you around and lift it right up from your waist, up your chest, and over your head.Â
As the fabric passed over your face, you shut your eyes, only to open them to Eddie pressing a kiss to your lips. The shirt was thrown to the floor, his hands found your cheeks, and you were walked backwards until your bum pressed to the countertop. His body pressed to yours, his belt buckle jutting in the bare skin of your belly, his shirt sticking to the lace of your bra. He kissed you stupid right in the middle of your kitchen.Â
When you thought you were moving onto the next part of the night â forgoing dinner and heading straight to the bedroom â you were wrong.Â
âWhatâya doing?â he murmured against your mouth. You had reached around him, blindly finding and spinning the burner off.Â
âMaking sure my apartment doesnât burn down.â
âIt wonât. Weâre right here.â He pressed a string of new kisses to your lips, and you could feel his smile through every single one.Â
Your makeout session did not move to the bedroom.Â
When the timer went off, he parted from you with a final peck to your lips, and âfor good measureâ, another one to your cheek. From there on out, you⊠you were useless. Just a pair of wobbly legs being ordered around by a thoughtless brain. You spilled things, and knocked things over, and clattered dishes, and eventually Eddie put you on watch duty â or as he put it, âsit there and look prettyâ duty.Â
It didnât get better either. He kept looking at you. Looking at you with dark eyes that you know too well. Dark eyes that felt deeper than anything youâve felt before. Dark eyes that made your stomach swirl and your thighs clench. Dark eyes that you wanted in the bedroom, right now.Â
You tried to get him in the bedroom. From your spot sitting on the countertop, you tried to hook a pointed foot around his thigh as he stirred honestly over a steaming pan. You tried to give him the same eyes back. You tried â oh god, you tried.Â
And you know what he did? He set the table. Lit a candle, set out glasses, lined up forks and knives. Got you a new shirt to wear. Filled your plates, got you both napkins, pulled your chair out for you.Â
You wanted him more than anything.Â
And then you got him.Â
The table was never cleared. Clothes were shed before either of you were past your bedroom door. Your hands were tugging at his boxers, and you wanted to show him how much you appreciated his kindness â how much you enjoyed the impromptu flowers and dinner.Â
He had other plans.Â
He laid you down and spread you out. Put his mouth to use â held both your hands as he did it too. It had your chest squeezing in a soft way, and your hips moving in a way you could not control.Â
âEddie,â you moaned, as he licked at your sensitive spot, pushing you just over the point of too much pleasure. You already came once but he decided that you deserved much more than that.Â
âAm I making you feel good?â
âMhm, so good, Eddie â fuck,â you gasped as your pleasure quickly became overstimulating. He rearranged your intertwined mess of hands, taking both of yours in one of his, freeing up the other to move down your body and meet his mouth at your core.Â
Two fingers were pushed into your already convulsing cunt. You barely had a moment to come down, and he was barreling past that point, moving you onto your next orgasm. His fingers curled, and your whole body tensed.
âEddie â E-Eddie,â you said, voice rising as your hips began to buck, thighs jerking.
âYeah, baby?â
âEddie,â you whined, like it was a real answer and not just his name. Like he should know what he's doing to you â and he does, but to your ignorance, this is exactly what he wants.
âI know â I know, feels good, huh?â
And it did. His fingers felt great, but him properly filling you up felt better. As soon as he sunk his length into you, you were a goner.Â
With your legs folded, ankles sitting over his shoulders, blankets gathered where you fisted them in your hands, and your toes curled tightly, Eddie fucked you. Sincerely, amorously, hard.
Every snap of his hips to yours, every crude, wet noise, every creak of the bed, was hidden well beneath the way you panted and whined â and Eddie just goaded you on.
âYeah? Right there? That's where it feels good?â
âYes, right â right there,â you answered devotedly.
âCâmon, sweetheart. Tell me how you want it,â he grunted, bringing a soft hand to your cheek and running it upwards, pushing back the baby hairs on your forehead.Â
âHarder,â you answered, meeting his gaze.Â
âHarderâŠ?â He smiled, trailing off to prompt you. Just as he did, he let his hips find yours with extra vigour, grinding upwards into you, his cock pressing right against your g-spot with the perfect angle to get a full-body reaction from you. He continued, rolling his hips in a quick rhythm, giving you exactly what you asked for, harder.Â
âEddie,â you gasped, body being pressed up the mattress with the sheer force of his thrust.Â
âYou like saying my name donât you? Hm? Sounds so pretty when you say it.â
You should have put it together right there. But you didnât. You just got louder.
âEddie â fuck â Eddie!â
âI know. I got you, baby,â he replied, eyes never leaving your face as he purposefully did exactly what he needed to do to get his intended reaction from you.Â
âEddie! Eddie! Eddie!â
One final press of his pelvis to your sensitive clit, one final graze of his cock to that special spot inside of you, one final gasp of his name, and you were coming. Coming harder than you had tonight, harder than you ever had in your whole life.Â
You wished you could have stayed in that moment forever.Â
Pleasure coursing through you, spreading everywhere from your ten fingers to your ten toes, your mind blank apart from the pure adoration you had for the man who laid overtop of you, cumming inside of you at that very moment. The man who surprised you and brought you flowers and cooked you dinner.Â
Oh, and not to mention how, in that moment, you were so blissfully ignorant to a spectacularly embarrassing fact. So naive, so ignorant. So stupid.Â
Eddie was a sweetheart. Continued to be a sweetheart, actually. After giving the two of you time to settle, he eventually got up, helped clean you up, cleaned himself up, and then got back into bed with you to cuddle. Cuddling has been a normal thing for the two of you, but his smile as he cozied up close to you, with the way his lips rounded at the corners, and his dimples were so deeply set, it was not the normal, bliss-filled, post-orgasm smile. It was different, it was mischievous, and a touch unsettling.Â
âWhat?â you eventually caved, smiling back at him as he gave you a dramatic side eye paired with a raised brow â he's been waiting for you to ask him what's on his mind.Â
He grinned at you, canines poking out with all his glee. He dropped his head to your fluffed pillow, tugged you in closer, and looked at you like he was about to spill some hot, gossipy pillowtalk.Â
âThink all your neighbours know my name now?â
Your brows furrowed in confusion, weaving together in the centre, because what does that have to do with anything? âWhat?â sat on the tip of your tongue, but just as he wiggled his brow, giving you a pointed look, waiting for you to put it all together, it finally hit you. It hit you like a brick to the head. A brick to the head off of a three story building. Beyond painful.Â
The reason Mrs. Mabel, dear, sweet, elderly, Mrs. Mabel knew Eddieâs name to write it on your Christmas card: thin walls, his talent, your loud mouth.Â
âNo,â you gasped, jaw dropping.
âNo?â He scrunched his forehead upwards, eyes widening, leaning in even closer to you to absorb the full extent of your shock. âBecause I think they do,â he smirked, voice rising with amusement. Finding your waist under the blankets, he curled his fingers into your flesh. You squirmed, grabbing his hand and holding him still. This is serious.Â
âEddie,â you frowned, squeezing his hands before pushing them out from under the blankets and away. He let you, watching you through bright eyes, loving every minute of your humiliation.Â
âYes, sweetheart, that is my name,â he practically sang.Â
âThatâs so embarrassing.â You let your body shrink into the mattress, turning to hide your face in the pillow. You whined out a long groan, ridding your body of every ounce of breath in your lungs. If you were a lucky person, you would have suffocated. Died right there and rid yourself of all your mortal shame.Â
âNobody complained, I think theyâre fine with it.â His hand became a heavy weight of your waist, coaxing you out from the pillow while rubbing your back.
âIâm not fine with it,â you said abruptly, nearly giving yourself whiplash as you turned your neck to look at Eddie. âMrs. Mabel⊠she⊠she â â
Eddie finished your sentence â âShe gave us a Christmas card. Sheâs not upset,â he smiled, leaning in once again, this time to press a kiss to your forehead.Â
He's wrong. You know it, but you don't have the will to fight it. So instead you rolled your eyes, sighing as you laid your head back down to your pillow.Â
âYouâre so annoying.â
âOh really?â Eddie teased, his mischievous tone contradicting the gentle way he pulled the blanket up for you, covering your shoulders and tucking it under your chin. âI donât recall me being annoying a few minutes ago?â He took a deep inhale. âEddie! Eddie! Eddie ââ he began to chant, voice pitched up mockingly, volume way too loud.Â
âShush,â you scolded him, jumping forward, fighting to free your arms from the blanket to smack both of your hands over his mouth. His voice vibrated behind your palms, and his laughter stuck to your skin as you forcibly shut him up.Â
Your neighbours clearly already knew his name, but if they didnât, they definitely do now.
thank you for reading! happy holidays <333333
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see a cheerleader, breed a cheerleader
pairing â """nerd!"""jeno x (f) cheerleader!reader
genre .. warnings â smut, noncon, dubcon, oral (m receiving), male face sitting, face fucking, unprotected sex, blackmail, choking, hitting, virgin!reader
summary â ever since forever, you have always gotten your way with people by whatever means necessary. a wink and a smile is all it takes to make a boy drop to your feet and worship you. no one told you to think that lee jeno would be any different. as it turns out, actions do have consequences.
wc â 14.9k
a/n â lowkey i think i subconsciously drew inspo from the fact that finals week made me consider both suicide and homicide. no jungwooâs were hurt in the making of this fic. merry christmas! as always, feedback is appreciated!
donât like it, donât read.
 ➠short, sweet, sometimes sticky
it was supposed to be like everybody else.
short, sweet, maybe sticky if you considered that one time youâd shaken that jisung boyâs sweat-coated hands and watched the pale of his face burn the same fierce rose as the lens he saw you through.Â
youâd laughed lightheartedly to spare him the embarrassment, telling him that everybody got a little sweaty every now and then, especially you. after all, cheerleading was more than skipping around and twirling. and at those words, youâd watched his eyes haze with the image of you damp with sweat, drenched head to toe.
hook, line, and sinker.
far too easy, exactly how you liked them. smart, easy, and utterly unable to resist you.
no one told you to expect something different from lee jeno. and why would you? he knew all the right answers, had some of the best marks, and practically lived in the library. he perfectly fit the bill of your standard victim.
which was why you had no qualms about approaching him in the library while he was typing away at his laptop, occasionally sipping from some kind of coffee.
as if he could sense he was in imminent danger and needed to evacuate immediately, jeno turned around before you could even make it completely to the table and saw you advancing on him with a pretty, practiced smile. âhi,â you greeted, waving at him. falling, your hands gripped the rear of the chair beside him. âis someone sitting here?â
jeno raised a brow at you, but shook his head. âno, no oneâs sitting there.â
âperfect,â you replied, pulling out the chair and taking a seat. you turned so that you were facing him. âjeno, right?â
jeno nodded slowly, wondering where this was going. he got plenty girls, sure, but none ever approached him in the library. âthatâs me,â he said, curious. âdo i know you?â
âwell, probably not,â you replied, giggling as if something was funny. âbut, you know⊠iâm a cheerleader.â
jeno hummed. âare you now?â
you bobbed your head expectantly. âyeah, and iâve heard about how smart you are. iâm impressed, to be honest. i mean, every time iâm in the library, i see you sitting here. i could never spend so much time here. you must have a lot of resolve to do something like that.â
âyou think so?â jeno asked, pretending to be flattered just to see where you were leading him.Â
âi do. like, really do,â you replied, brushing your fingers against his forearm. âi just have so many other,â better, âthings to do, you know. with cheer, iâm either practicing or resting so that iâll have energy for practice. itâs really hard on me, you know?â
jeno stifled a chuckle and glanced back at his laptop screen. âyou poor thing.â
your brows stitched. he wasnât paying nearly enough attention to you. it was almost like he was uninterested. âand thatâs why i was wondering if you could help me. i mean, youâre such a genius. you could probably do it in half the time it would take me,â you continued, lowering your hand onto his denim-clad thigh, and becoming surprised by how sturdy it felt.
jeno spared a fleeting glance at your hand on his left thigh before his eyes flitted to your face, watching you wink at him and throw him a smile. âlet me get this straight,â he started, slowly caressing the back of your hand with his thumb as it sat on his thigh. âyou want me to⊠do your work for you?â
âhey, your hard work wouldnât go unrewarded,â you insisted, ignoring the unexpected motions of his thumb. âyouâd have my attention. i mean, like i said, i donât have a lot of time to give away. but iâm willing to spend some of it on you.â
jeno snickered, unable to help himself anymore. âare you this patronizing to everyone you meet?â he asked.
your eyes flickered. âp-patronizing?â
jeno smiled, patting your hand before setting it on your own thigh. âsorry, was that a big word for you? you know, when you think youâre too good for something, but you donât want to say it, so you play sweet and act like youâre helping me, when really, itâs the other way around.â
switching on a dime, you narrowed your eyes at him. for such a pretty boy, he had quite the attitude. âi know what patronizing means. and right now, i think youâre the one being patronizing.â
âam i?â jeno asked, feigning obliviousness. âhowâs it taste, cheerleader? doesnât feel good, does it?â
your face was set in a scowl. sometimes it hurt you to play nice with people, and now was one of those times. âare you gonna help me or not?â you snapped.
âthere it is,â jeno sang, chuckling to himself. he put his hand on your thigh now, squeezing the flesh gently. for now. âthereâs the real you.â
you swallowed, glaring over at him with a hint of defiance despite the disgusting, foreign feeling rotting in your chest. it had never gone like this before. every situation predating this one had been somewhat predictable, to the point where youâd come to expect certain reactions. this was not that.
âiâll help you,â jeno said after a pause.
you forced a smile. âgreat, soâŠâ
jeno interjected, âon one condition.â
smile faltering, you trailed off, processing his words. now he was making some kind of deal with you? who in the hell did this man think he was?
âon one condition?â you echoed, as if youâd somehow misheard him. your brows scrunched in suspicion. âwhat condition?â
jeno grinned, the look on his face sly as hell and a stark contrast from the disgruntled glower on yours. âgive me something in return,â was all he said, the tightening hold on your thigh giving away more than his words had.
you gawked, as if you were offended, and quickly swat at his hand. âiâm not having sex with you, you pervert!â
âsure, youâre not,â jeno answered with a chuckle, eyes twinkling with amusement. everything about you was alluring to him for mostly all the reasons unintended. âbut you said iâd have your attention. i guess you think itâs not often a poor, busy nerd like myself gets anyoneâs attention, yeah? but nerds get tired too, donât they? they need to de-stressâŠâ
âthatâs not my problem,â you spat.Â
âyou getting an F isnât my problem, either,â jeno retorted, shrugging his shoulders. âso what itâs gonna be, cheerleader?â
something about this situation isnât right to you. maybe itâs the lack of power you currently wielded over him, despite the fact that you had gotten used to having your way with academically competent boys like himself. if he werenât taller than you and stronger than you, youâd resort to other, more familiar methods.
but jeno had changed the entire trajectory of this interaction for the worse, and now you had to determine whether or not it was beneath you to let him treat you as if you were some kind of object. you sulkily mulled it over, arms folded, trying to think of a way to maintain some semblance of power. âfine,â you finally replied, relenting. âbut iâm not doing anything that requires me taking my clothes off.â
âyou never seen a good porno, cheerleader?â jeno asked, a stupid, taunting smile blemishing his lips. âthat cute little uniform of yours is the whole appeal to some people.â
âmy name isâŠ,â you huffed irritably, tired of being referred to by your title.Â
âfrankly, cheerleader, i donât care what your name is,â jeno told you with brutal honesty. âyouâre the one that introduced yourself as a cheerleader, like thatâs your whole personality or something. thinking it would make me fold. you canât be stupid and demanding.â
you gaped, affronted by the sheer audacity of him to even utter those words to you, like you were some dumb bimbo. âiâm not stupid! iâm just too busy.â
âright. too busy,â jeno echoed, obviously none too convinced. âsorry for assuming.â
with a roll of your eyes, you stood up from the table chair, feeling utterly disrespected. âyeah, you should be,â you said, despite knowing his apology was completely inauthentic. âwhereâs your phone?â
jeno arched a brow and glanced over to his phone, sitting face down against the table on the other side of him. before he could even respond, you reached over him to grab it and pointed it at his face, unlocking it as if youâd done it a million times before.
then, you started typing away, all the while jeno watched you with an amused expression on his face. he had to admit, you were surely something. and though he found you entertaining, he couldnât shake the thought that you desperately needed someone to put you in your place.
âreach me here,â you said after a moment, handing him his phone back. the screen was on his messages, a fresh contact with you. âpleasure doing business with you.â
with that, you walked away.Â
jeno shook his head, scoffing. who the hell did you think you were?
over the next few days or so, you met with jeno to better construct exactly what your expectations were pertaining to your work. or at least, those were the words heâd used. most of those limited encounters had ended with his hands sealing around your breasts.
you let it slide, deciding that a little over-the-clothes stuff was relatively harmless. after all, this was the busiest youâd been all year long, and you were far too exhausted when you got home to be burdened with stupid assignments and pesky discussion posts. the next two months, if not the next two weeks, were going to kill you if you didnât have someone to carry at least half the workload on your behalf.
it was okay. jenoâs inability to keep his hands to himself was fine. it wasnât like anybody was going to know, or that this arrangement would last long enough for them to find out. you would get to keep your dignity and your grades, without saving one at the expense of the other.
short, sweet, and sticky, remember? maybe the latter was simply manifesting in the way jenoâs hands were stuck to you. not that anything about him was sweet.
more like sacrifice.
 ➠gilded age
âguess who just made the list of this weekâs top ten trending sluts,â jennie said as she walked up beside you and roseanne.
roseanne perked up that, though she couldnât help but mischievously quip, âyou?â
jennie narrowed her eyes. âhoe, as if,â she spat. âi know how to keep my legs closed.â
you snickered. âgod, what happened now?â
âa sex tape got leaked. hyeri, and apparently johnny.â
your nose scrunched, as if disgusted. âalways knew she was a slut. i mean, you should have been there to see the way she acted around the jocks in high school. her eyes were practically screaming, âpick me, choose me, fuck me,ââ you mocked.
roseanne burst into giggles, downing the rest of what was left in her red cup. âi donât think thatâs how that goes,â she chimed. âbut johnny? is she crazy? i hope they didnât do it raw. i heard rumors that heâs got the clap.âÂ
âhe sure clapped something, alright,â jennie retorted, much to your amusement. âit was definitely raw. hope it was worth the itch. you guys wanna see?â
âabsolutely not,â you said, shaking your head vigorously. âi bet her parents would love to see it, though. on second thought, send me it.â
roseanne gawked. âare you serious?â
you bobbed your head, grinning deviously. âyeah. you guys have no idea what that bitch was like in high school. i tried teaching her a lesson, but she just never learned. itâs like the bitch is addicted to pain or something.â
jennie shook her head, pretending to disapprove, though she was intrigued to see how far you would your obvious loathing. âjust sent it.â
your phone vibrated in your hand a few seconds later. you opened your instagram burner account, scrolling through your mainâs following to find hyeriâs motherâs page, and dropped the video in her inbox. your sly giggle alerted your friends to your success and you dropped your phone in your pocket, satisfied.
âoh, youâre sick,â jennie insulted playfully, nudging your arm. âi wonder if sheâll say anything.â
you shrugged your shoulders, feigning nonchalance as if you werenât excited to see how her mother would respond. âdonât know, but iâm more curious about if sheâll talk to hyeri about it. iâd love to be a fly on the myungâs wall when that happens.â
roseanne tapped your shoulder. âhey, donât look now, but that jeno guy is staring you.â
your head whirled around, spotting jeno in his own corner of the party, indeed watching your every move as if he wanted to consume you and was waiting for the perfect moment to attack. which, if he was, would not be surprising.Â
roseanne sighed in annoyance. âi literally just said donât look now.â
you turned back to face them, shaking your head. âdonât worry about that creep,â you replied, brushing it off. âheâs just begging to get in my pants. didnât even know he went to parties.â
for whatever reason, jennie laughed. something about what you said tickled her, apparently. âum, yeah. thatâs jeno for you, alright. heâs either partying with his friends or grinding in the library, no in between. perfectly balanced lifestyle, i have to admit it.â
your brows furrowed. that was news to you. and probably an important piece of information that youâd conveniently missed when narrowing down your targets. maybe you should have asked around about him more. you just didnât think that someone who studied as hard as he did could also be the life of the party.
what was he doing here, anyway? shouldnât he have been off doing your homework? useless fucking nerdy-not.
âdo you guys know each other or something?â roseanne pressed, noticing the strange tension in the air despite the fact that you and jeno were feet apart. which was honestly admirable. âdo you think you could get him to put me on with jungwoo?â
jennieâs laughter rang out again, only this time, it was much louder, and much more mocking. âplease. jungwoo isnât gonna touch any of us after how she broke his heart. youâd have better luck with jaehyun,â she sneered.
roseanne glared, a snarl on her face. âfuck jaehyun.â
âyeah, i bet you want to. i bet youâre still dreaming of that big, thick, meaty dick you wouldnât shut up about, like, two months ago.â
âa lot can change in two months.â
âoh, it sure can,â jennie replied, humming. âit sure can.â
 ➠takes two to tango
jeno: come over
you: no
jeno: that wasnât a requestÂ
you: no where in our agreement does it say you get to boss me around
jeno: not even for an A?
you: thatâs what your grabby hands are for
jeno: i donât have to do this, you know. i can let you be a grown up and fiend for yourself like the rest of us
you: iâm otw, chill. jesus
the knock of your fist against jenoâs door was incessant, more than likely enough to exasperate his neighbors, given that it was particularly late at night and a good number of them had to have been sleeping.
jeno threw the door open with a scowl, obviously irritated. âyou are so fucking annoying,â he hissed, dragging you inside and shutting the door behind you.Â
âow!â you cried out, snatching your arm away. âstop that, iâm sore.â
jeno shook his head, his discontent frown disappearing in favor of an entertained, idiotic smile. âsore, huh? from doing what?â
you rolled your eyes. âif it isnât obvious, iâm a cheerleader,â you reminded, gesturing down to your uniform. âmeaning, i cheer.â
ignoring your snarky attitude, jeno glanced you up in down, taking in the sight of you in that tight, short cheer uniform that clung to you rather snugly. sweat still beaded at your damp legs and likely gathered between your breasts and down your back, as jeno was imagining. âyeah, you cheer. you wonât let me forget,â he said, amused.
âwell, iâm busy,â you said, crossing your arms.
busy, my fucking ass, jeno thought to himself. âyeah, you wonât let me forget that, either. and yet, i saw you giggling with your friends at a party two weeks ago, looking completely fine. your poor, exhausted legs seemed to be working perfectly.â
âwhat, so i canât have hobbies now?â
âsure, you can,â jeno replied, shrugging his shoulders. âi just have to ask, do you ever do anything productive with your time?â
âof course, i do,â you hissed, before quickly deflecting, âbut we both know thatâs not why you made me come all the way over here. so, what do you want?â
âyour attention,â jeno said without missing a beat. his hands plopped against your bare shoulders and began wandering down your arms, rubbing them back and forth. âiâm in desperate need of a cheerleaderâs sweet, precious attention.â
the disgruntled grimace on your face was the most effort you made to express your discomfort, not that he was looking there anyway. to him, at the moment, the sight of your body was much more appetizing. you watched with a repugnant burn simmering in your gaze as his eyes met your long, slender legs.
without warning, jeno grabbed you by your waist and hoisted you into the air, making you cry out in surprise. arms dangling around his neck, you held on for dear life, not an inch of your body feeling safe in his arms. you had been hauled further away from the ground by your cheermates, but this was different; no one wanted to fail, meaning no one would drop you. you had no reason to assume that jeno would handle you delicately.
but his burly arms, however, were not lost on you. though you hadnât yet seen them in full power, your interactions mostly taking form of him forcing your back flush against the chiseled muscle of his chest as he kneaded yours, you could only imagine what the hands that groped you were capable of.Â
in a matter of seconds, you landed on your back against his sheets, another shrill screech escaping your throat. âjeno, what the hell?â you exclaimed.Â
âiâm not getting on my knees for you,â jeno said, the slyest of smiles tugging at his lips. ânot unless itâs to fuck you. and youâre just too good to give it up, arenât you?â
for him, definitely. and you would have said so, but your lips parted in a gasp, surprised and startled. something wet pushed along your sore legs, which were abruptly yanked to pillars far above your head so that theyâd be more conveniently within reach of jenoâs tongue as he licked long, hot lines at them.
your eyes were rooted on him, fixed in a shape unlike their natural narrowed, black blaze and it would instead be more apt likening them to the fear and fret of a deer in crossed paths. wide, waiting, almost innocent. too used to circumstance to understand its fabric and too unfamiliar to chance to understand its fate.
unsatisfied, jeno bent your knee and pushed your leg further as he stood over the edge of his bed, and, in turn, over you, a grip on your ankles that you could feel in your bones. âjeno, that hurts,â you whined.Â
jeno didnât understand why you were bitching. âbut youâre a cheerleader,â he echoed. âarenât you flexible?â
you writhed uncomfortably as he continued shamelessly, tongue even daring to twist against the bone underneath the bend of your knee, a sensation that itched more than you expected. his lips sealed around your skin, sucking and nibbling.
needless to say, it was unlike anything you had experienced before. âstop, thatâs weird!â
âstop complaining,â jeno groaned, pushing your leg even harder. âitâs like all you ever do is complain about how hard your life is.â
your eyes stung now not only with loathing, but the threat of hot tears. it was stupid; it sounded dramatic, but you felt it was warranted when he was the one actively making your life harder. âyouâre a fucking weirdo,â you snapped.Â
jeno heard it. the slight tremble in your voice despite the courage youâd been feigning. that was the sole reason he even bothered to look up at your face, the tears in them stealing his attention away in a heartbeat. he didnât know whether to be amused or annoyed, or maybe even both. âgod, now youâre crying,â he pointed out. âi havenât even done anything to you. do you need me to give you a reason to cry?â
you shook your head. all you needed was to go home and recharge. you were beginning to doubt whether or not he was worth the trouble he carried with him in exchange for a grade that would keep your parents off your back, especially if he was going to make pulling stunts like this a regular habit.Â
the last thing you expected jeno to do was tug the bottom of your top past the shadow of your breasts, slackening the taut grip on your ankles in favor of your wrists as if he knew you would dare resist him, and burying his face between your chest. you exhaled shakily, mortified by the hot, wet feel of his tongue licking a stripe between your breasts, gathering leftover sweat on its tip.
and you did thrash. but you were getting a taste of that power now; a power that wasnât your own, a power that you couldnât reap. a power that grabbed you with its calloused fist with a might so strong you couldnât move. and it was for the first time that you felt utterly weak. there had to be a word for something as unfathomable as that, but it was so foreign to you that you couldnât think of it.
to make matters worse, jeno was taking his time, sucking bruises onto the skin of your chest in between his licking, as if he wanted to ensure there was no spot left untouched, no drop of sweat left behind. your face strained with discomfort, wanting more than anything to get away from him and this awful feeling rotting inside of your heart.
maybe your cries for mercy were heard, because no sooner had you hoped for an end than it came. âyou can go now,â jeno said, pulling away. he pulled your shirt back down and smoothed out any wrinkles, which was almost kind of him.
even though you were more than eager to be rid of him, you lay there, dumbfounded. it was one thing to be violated, and it was another to be dismissed, but to happen in rapid succession of each other quickly bred some ugly emotion that was only festering.
jeno had expected you to scurry out of his bed, and out of his apartment, so the fact that you were still there bemused him. âwhat, do you want more?â he teased.Â
you shook your head, sitting up a little too quickly. your head started to feel lightheaded. you barked, âthat isnât what i agreed to!â
jeno had the audacity to laugh. like you had told a joke of some kind. âisnât it? your clothes are still technically on. that was what you agreed to. remember?â
you dropped to your feet, pushing past him. âyouâre disgusting,â was all you said, making a beeline for the door.
âtakes two to tango, baby,â jeno called after you, simpering.
you didnât look back. you couldnât. there was an unpleasant stir in your gut - not as easily distinguishable as the loathing - unlike anything you had ever felt and you desperately wanted it to go away, to rid of yourself of anything that even remotely resembled lee jeno.
 ➠chess, not checkers
deep, low grunts smacked against the walls and bounced back with almost the same amount of vigor of jenoâs quick, unrelenting hips, the sound nearly as hard and heavy as he was. the only thing rivaling the tightness of the hole he was using was the wince of his closed eyes and the grip of his strong hands.
jeno didnât want to see. it would be too blatantly obvious that she wasnât you, and that it wasnât your blemished hips he was holding. though she sounded nothing like you. he knew that you would have been so much whinier, and despite finding them painfully obnoxious, he found himself longing to hear all your worthless, melodramatic complaints.
instead, he heard soft moans mingling with his own labored sounds as his hips moved with a mind of their own, imagining it was you underneath him where you truly belonged.
the image stained the back of his eyelids, burned behind them every time he closed his eyes; the shortness of your pleated skirt scrunched around your hips, weak legs on his broad shoulders with nicks and bruises scattered here and there, arms swinging aimlessly.
and if he got tired of hearing you, he could simply press his palm squarely against your mouth, muting the sound of your incessant fussing. if he really wanted to put you in your place, he could clasp his hands around your throat and clamp down onto your windpipe till all that escaped you was a pitiful, featherlight squeak.
jeno could tell no one had ever properly put you in your place before, no one had ever stood up to you and reminded you of your level. you were in desperate need of a humbling and didnât even know it yourself. no one better than jeno for the role, he figured. a little cheerleader parading around in a uniform to feel different from everybody else she met didnât scare him whatsoever.
the only thing saving you was essentially the fact that you were undeniably pretty and not necessarily to blame for the schoolâs superficial culture, which elevated girls like you in terms of status despite it having no real meaning or manifestations outside of campus, and put you on top when you were within the bubble.
but outside the bubble, away from the boys who thought of you as this beautiful, unattainable poison and the girls who enabled you with a faux sense of togetherness, you had no real identity, no real power, and no real worth.
and yet, maybe jeno was contributing to the problem. maybe he had inadvertently become one of the people elevating you. because choking in the heat of the moment, he uttered your name, forgetting who he was with and where he was.
hands shoved at him, hard. at least, hard enough for him to be jolted out of his reverie, finally gazing into the eyes that seethed because of him. âdid you just call me that evil witchâs name?â seoa barked.
jeno winced. that was a fair reaction, all things considered. he wouldnât have wanted to have been called your name out of everyoneâs, either. he rubbed his nape. âwellâŠâ
âunbelievable,â seoa replied, scoffing. she got out of the bed and hurriedly began picking her clothes up from the floor, redressing herself.
jeno exhaled a breath, mostly annoyed that his orgasm had been ruined, but still feeling a hint of sympathy. âseoa, wait,â he said, touching her shoulder.
seoa recoiled, pulling away. jeno had never seen anyone be so ready to put on their pants after being with him, not even with a hell of a schedule after. ânever touch me again,â she spat, walking out with her shoes in tow. âfuck you.â
jeno ran a hand through his hair, watching her leave, and murmured under his breath, âgod dammit.â
a few days later, while they were attending a festival, jaemin marched over to jeno, draping an arm over his shoulder, and asked, âwanna tell me why seoa blocked all of us and sheâs been glaring at me and mark since she got here?â
jeno snickered, shaking his head in slight disbelief. he was over it by now, he figured she would be too. âi let a certain cheerleaderâs name slip while i was balls deep inside her,â he confessed. which he wasnât necessarily proud of, considering the only reason he even knew your name was because youâd saved your own contact on his phone.
jaeminâs brows furrowed, glancing around as if he was trying to spot you in the crowd like a heat-seeking missle. âwho?â
rolling his eyes, jeno grabbed the back of jaeminâs head with one hand and turned it in your general direction, hoping it would help. and jeno knew it had when jaeminâs confusion melted into disgust.Â
âoh, that bitch?â he asked, nose wrinkled.
jeno chuckled, releasing his friendâs head. âsheâs a bitch, but sheâs pretty.â
jaemin couldnât argue with that fact even if heâd wanted to. âyeah, iâll give her that. cute in the face. sheâs fake as hell, though. played jungwoo like a fiddle. he did six months worth of her homework because she promised theyâd get together.â
that was news to jeno. he knew you were cruel, having had stories from jisung and the like, but he never knew of your history with jungwoo. if it could be called that. âdid they fuck?â he couldnât help but ask.
jaemin shook his head, taking a sip from the bottle in his hand before he answered, âhe said she always turned him down. told him she was waiting for âthe perfect moment.ââ
now that was funny as hell. jeno had only known you for a few weeks and yet even he quickly pieced together that you werenât the romantic type. âwell, thatâs fucked up,â he said, happily accepting yet another reason to dislike you. âbut heâs dumb as fuck if he did her homework for six months without getting a crumb of pussy in return.â
jaemin made a face, nodding. âyeah,â he exhaled, giving the impression that heâd wanted to defend jungwoo. âbut man, what possessed you to say her name while fucking the seoa? i need a good excuse. you just blew my shot with her.â
jeno shrugged. âdonât have one. she approached me maybe three weeks ago asking me to do her homework, and i agreed.â
jaemin gawked. that didnât sound like jeno. like at all. âman, what? is she paying you?â
âoh, dividends,â jeno quipped.
âoh, and in what? pussy?â
ânope.â
jaemin looked horrified. he was so damn dramatic. âthen, why the hell are you doing her bidding? that doesnât sound like you.â
it didnât, not immediately, but jeno had his reasons. âentertainment purposes,â he replied curtly.
jaemin shook his head, taking another swig of his drink. certainly, he was drinking, not smoking. âyouâre becoming her pawn for entertainment purposes? unbelievable, bro.â
âchess, not checkers, jaem.â jeno smirked, putting a hand on jaeminâs shoulder. âyouâll see.â
âž things good guys doÂ
âyouâre lucky i was already out,â jeno told you when you let him into your apartment. âitâs the middle of the night for fuckâs sake. what do you want?â
âoh, please,â you spat, damn near rolling your eyes. your arms were folded. âyou get to call me over at the ungodly hour, but when i do it, itâs a problem?â
jeno exhaled through his nose and ran a hand through his hair, wondering why he bothered to come here when he had no obligation to do your bidding, as jaemin had put it. but something told him that he wouldnât have any regrets. âyeah, it is. now, what do you want?â
you were silent for a few moments, somewhat ashamed of the request you would ultimately make. you sighed, surrendering. âi need help with calculus,â you finally said.
jenoâs shoulders drooped, eyes shrinking in a contemptuous disbelief. âseriously?â
âseriously,â you repeated, sitting down on your couch as your laptop screen glared back at you from the coffee table.
jeno groaned, âi seriously donât know how you even got into this school. canât you do anything by yourself?â
you gawked, affronted. he made you sound like some incompetent, immature dickhead. âcontrary to a weirdly popular belief, iâm actually really smart,â you insisted, having the transcripts to prove it. âbut my professor sucks and i need an eighty-nine on my final to keep my A. and itâs not like you can walk in and take it for me because itâs proctored.â
jeno shook his head and reminded, âyou know this little agreement we have doesnât include me tutoring you, right?â
âit didnât include you assaulting me, either,â you retorted.
âyou think that was assault?â jeno asked, scoffing. he dropped beside you on your couch, the proximity instinctively making you suck in a breath. âif i wasnât a good guy, iâd show you assault.â
scooting over to ensure maximum distance between your bodies, you argued, âgood guys donât call themselves good guys.â
âgood guys have self-control,â jeno replied matter-of-factly, resisting a chuckle. he didnât make a move to touch you, but he noticed how tense you looked now that he was sitting beside you. âiâll tutor you, but weâll have to up the terms of our agreement.â
you swallowed sharply, throat bobbing. you had a feeling you werenât going to enjoy these new terms. âwhat do you want?â
âa blowjob.â
âthatâs disgusting,â you spat without a second thought, features contorting with repugnance.
jeno quipped, âand so is your inability to do your school work without using and depending on every intelligent boy you meet, but hey, iâm sure you canât help that.â
you sighed, exasperated, and cradled your face in your hands. was this seriously what your life had come to? giving a boy a blowjob in exchange for a pretty transcript?
jeno grinned, appreciating the sight of you in distress. it was a sign, a good sign, and he intended to bring it out of you more and more, bleeding you absolutely dry. lowering a hand onto your thigh, he urged, âcome on, bruise those little knees for me. donât you bruise âem for cheer?â
âthatâs not the same!â you whined.Â
âof course, itâs not,â jeno said, squeezing your thigh as his shoulders trembled with laughter. âcheer isnât helping you graduate with flying colors.â
you desperately wanted him to be wrong, you were begging for him to be wrong, but you both knew that if he was, he wouldnât have been here with you at the moment. not now, not three weeks ago, not ever. so you sucked it up, slamming down your laptop lid, and grumbled, âfine.â
maybe he didnât come here for nothing, after all. grateful heâd trusted his gut, jeno stood up and clutched your arm to pull you along with him. âcome on, letâs go to your room. i like my blowjobs a little messy and iâm sure you donât want to mess up your nice carpet.â
you snatched your arm away from him, hating his insistence on touching you for every little reason whenever he possibly could, even if it was insignificant. your mouth was taut as you begrudgingly headed for your bedroom.
it was obvious that you were sour. walking behind you, jeno couldnât help but chime, âglad to see that you can at least walk by yourself!â
you bristled in annoyance, wishing you could just get rid of him, but you knew it wouldnât be wise to discard him so quickly. at least for now, he still held some kind of value.
jeno walked in behind you, looking particularly radiant, and you hated that you knew why. hell, you hated the reason itself. âget on your knees,â he commanded.
normally, you would complain about him giving you orders as if you were his lap dog or something, but you just wanted to get this over with. you were already so over this entire week. you slowly dropped to your knees, trying to ignore how demeaning it felt.Â
âgood girl,â jeno praised at your compliance. ânow, look up at me with those pretty eyes and ask me to help you with calc. ask me nicely.â
you met his eyes, noticing the expectant glimmer in his gaze that you so badly wanted to knock off. but you werenât dumb enough to incite violence against a grown man that walked around with his bulging muscles on display for all the world to see, and you didnât doubt that he would hit you back. âjeno, please help me with calculus,â you pleaded, choosing your battles.
jeno hummed, satisfied. âyou sound so pretty and sweet when you ask nicely, instead of demanding things. didnât know you were capable of that,â he told you, running his fingers through your hair. âtake it out. get me hard.â
your hands moved to his sweatpants, tugging at them enough to bring them down just shy of his knees, and doing the same with his underwear. he wasnât hard yet, but that would be an easy fix; witnessing your state of pure anguish, watching you speak and move as if you were totally dejected, always excited him.
not to mention that the sight of you on your knees for him, the more he took it in, was arousing him even more than he thought it would. he had pictured it in his mind before, you serving him, pleasuring him, existing solely for him, but nothing could compare to the sight he beheld now.
at least, nothing other than you actually doing something rather than sitting there like an idiot. he liked taking control, but he figured you would take matters into your own hands, literally, when he gave the order. âdo you need me to tell you what to do or something?â he asked, huffing irritably. âput your tongue on it. tease the head.â
your face and ears burned in ways they rarely did, but you nodded wordlessly and did as told, bracing your hands on his thighs and reluctantly pressing your tongue onto his tip, looking anywhere but his eyes as the muscle swirled around.
that amused jeno to no end. at least for now, he would let it slide, not feeling the need to maintain eye contact with you at the moment. if he needed to, he would simply just grab a nice, thick fistful of your hair and yank it back to jolt your head up at him. he could still see your pretty, bare face, hair arranged messily at the top of your head with a few needless strands jutting out here and there.
he liked that. of course, he would have been more than enthusiastic to have you suck him off if youâd been all dolled up, making you ruin your makeup and undo at least an hour of careful, clean work, but he also just took pleasure in seeing this natural, undone part of you. he wanted to see you for what you really were.
it didnât take long for him to get hard. with all his thoughts revolving around you and the feel of your tongue on the head of his dick, that was a no-brainer. âgood, now put it in your mouth. take as much as you can and not an inch less,â jeno instructed.
widening your mouth, you accepted his stout, heavy cock into your mouth, lips forming a tight suction around the head and steadily advancing down his shaft. bit by bit, inch by nightmarishly thick inch. you had made it maybe halfway down his shaft when you quickly discovered your limit.
jeno was surprisingly content, despite the fact that you definitely still had a few more inches to go. âthere you go,â he said, giving your head a soft pat of approval. âsuck. go slow. and donât you dare let me feel any teeth.âÂ
your heart was thumping out of something you could only understand as fear, even though jeno hadnât done anything to warrant it yet. inhaling through your nose, you tried to level your breathing, taking your time to draw in his cock lest you made a mistake. the hint of warning in jenoâs voice, in spite of the calmness, was clear.
jeno, on the other hand, was reaching elysian heights. faint grunts of, âfuck,â escaped his pink lips, large hands at his sides reflexively tensing into tightly clenched fists in need of something to grab, hips just barely stuttering. your mouth was hot and wet, with the added benefit of your torturous tongue pressed against his size.
there was a pinch of desperacy in your actions that overcame the resistance; a desperacy not necessarily to please him, but to appease him. accidents were the last thing you could afford and eliciting his frustration was the last thing you wanted.
âlick,â jeno said, chest undulating. âup and down.â
with a hum, you started drawing long, wet lines back and forth on his veiny shaft, almost as if you were tracing the bold veins with your tongue. jenoâs reaction was instantaneous, deep groans the only thing you could hear other than the wet sound of your mouth on his cock, sucking and licking.Â
jenoâs eyes fluttered closed. âfuck. yeah, like that.â
you pressed your tongue against the underside of his dick, lingering in each spot for a moment before you continued, mostly because he seemed to like it when you did. which was your north star in an empty, dead night, because you had not a clue what the hell you were doing and you were afraid of making it obvious somehow.
if jeno could tell, he didnât make it known. he was in a world of his own, all too happily reaping the pleasure from your mouth as if it was a dream come true for him. âkiss my balls. lick it.â
you stifled the sigh you were half tempted to let loose, pulling off his cock with a wet sound and a string of saliva connecting from the sticky tip to your glossy lips. moving your head, you took a moment to steel yourself before peppering tiny, soft kisses along his balls, down to his scrotum.
it wasnât the most dignifying thing you had ever done, it may have even been the least, but your aching, sore jaw appreciated the break from sucking. you dragged your tongue over his testicles, tasting nothing but rubbery flesh. you were too busy avoiding his eyes to notice, but his face was tensing with pleasure, lips parting in low murmurs.
compared to when you first started, jeno was drastically harder now, massive, monstrous cock nearly bursting at the veins with precum leaking out from the thick tip. had your goal been to take all of him entirely, the sheer size of him would have immediately overwhelmed you.
âswitch to your hand and go back to sucking me off,â jeno said, firm yet quiet. it sounded like he was trying to restrain himself, barely holding it together.
at least you were a fast learner. teasing the head of his cock, you gave it a few slow, tentative licks before you began to take him into your mouth again, all the while gently fondling his balls with your fingers. jeno groaned, arching into your touch. he couldnât help himself.
you could taste the vicious amount of precum staining your tongue and you didnât know how to describe it, other than slightly tart. the flavor blended with that of your own saliva, lingering on the roof of your mouth and the warm flesh underneath the flap of your tongue, mild as could be.
at least it wasnât downright awful. you had heard stories before, not that youâd ever known what to make of them, or even pictured yourself being inside of them. if a month ago, someone had told you that youâd be on your knees for a man - for anyone - you would have said they were delusional.
jenoâs patience had worn thin and when you least expected it, he hauled you into the air, making you cry out in surprise just as you had the first time heâd lifted you into his buff, meaty arms. he tossed you onto the bed, just shy of the headboard, and suddenly straddled your chest. you gasped out a breath.
âopen up,â jeno said, cock positioned right in front of your mouth.
not that he gave you the time to obey him, because he pressed himself against your slightly parted lips and forced them wider, entering your mouth on his own. your face strained, perfectly threaded brows tugging down into a discontented arch.
when you tried to pull away, jeno grabbed the sides of your face and pushed you onto his shaft with trembling hands, making you take him and leaving no room for escape, not until he decided he was done with you. there was only one concern present in his mind and that was getting himself off.
tears stung your eyes, that same implacable feeling you had when heâd dragged his tongue over the expanse of your soft, shaved legs and bare, sweaty chest finding you again in the most of unwanted company. jeno scoffed, spitefully tugging at your hair. âyou know whatâs funny? youâre such a fucking crybaby. you canât take even half of what you give to others.â
chin flush against his scrotum and your nose not even an inch away from his bush, you almost gagged. the slurping sounds were humiliating, loud, wet squelching with every other big gulp making you want to shrink. however, jeno loved it, obsessing over the idea of making a mess out of you. the sound went straight to his dick.
jeno held your face in that low position, deeper than youâd ever taken him so far. âiâm really not that bad of a guy, you know,â jeno said, sounding like he truly believed it. you could have scoffed, if not for obvious reasons. âyou just bring it out of me. iâm really just treating you like how you treat everybody else.â
he made you sound like something straight out of hell and you couldnât help but think it was an unfair justification for something that felt too close to punishment. he obviously thought he knew you better than he did and it made you aggravated. that, or he somehow thought he was better than you.
there was a fleeting second of relief when jeno unmounted your chest and let you breathe, only to be crushed again when he dragged you by your wrists to the edge of your mattress, leaving you in the deep end. your eyes struggled to grasp with the flipped image of him nearing you, cock back down your throat before you could even blink.
though his hips thankfully had been moving at a calmer, steady pace before, despite forcing himself deeper than you could handle, he began to thrust more urgently into your mouth with the new change, embedding himself even further into your throat than you knew was possible.Â
you cried harder, hating every second of it. the salty, bitter tang of your tears mingled with the tainted taste of spit and sharp bite of precum that had come to stain your chin and cupidâs bow. the vigor of his movements was overwhelming, overpowering.
âthatâs it, cheerleader. cry harder,â jeno taunted, tracing his thumb over your face to swipe at the trail of tears. all the while his hips were moving faster, harder.
it felt like such a mockery, him doing that. a feigned act of sympathy while perpetuating the torment that was reducing you to tears as a selfish means of achieving pleasure of his own.Â
then, his hands wandered down to your breasts, slipping inside your night shirt and mauling your chest. running his hands in a circle, his thumb brushed the erect, colored nipples and he clasped his hands around your chest, squeezing your breasts. âfuck, iâm close,â he grunted, grip tightening, pace hastening, force increasing.Â
with how close he was, your nose was squarely against his the flesh of his balls, effectively cutting off your exhale. your heart thudded, racing and pounding. tensing with panic, your hands frantically moved, striking at his navel and thighs. even your legs were in alarm, unstill towards the other end of the bed.Â
jeno groaned, smacking your cheek. another slap followed the sizzle, straight against your chest. âcalm the fuck down,â he hissed, raising his arm in preparation to hit you again. âiâll let you breathe as soon as i come, so you better not get in the way, if you know whatâs good for you.â
even if you wanted to, you couldnât stay calm. your body physically couldnât handle it, responding the only way it knew how, trying to protect you. somebody had to. you closed your eyes, face warm with tears and panic, and you tried to brace your hands on the sheets, anything to comfort and stabilize yourself.
it got to a point where jeno couldnât hold back anymore and he climaxed with a prolonged, guttural groan, hips still brutally smacking into your mouth as he painted your tongue and the back of your throat with his cum. he went as far as to grab your head again, forcing himself onto you as deep as he could go, and demanding, âswallow it.â
like hell you would. you pushed him away, coughing and choking as soon as you did, drops of cum pooling from your mouth and some of it flying here and there in the midst of your coughing fit.
irritated, jeno pressed his tongue against the roof his mouth. âyouâre so fucking useless,â he groaned, grabbing his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants and quickly turning on the camera. âlook at you. sitting here choking on my cum. you want it again, donât you?â
you sat up, nearly tumbling over the edge of your bed from the intense convulsing, and turned to face the other way as you hunched over, tightly clasping your sheets. âfuck off, you got what you wanted!â you rasped.
jeno laughed. you sounded so gravelly. âyouâre right. i did,â he replied, putting back on his pants and pocketing his phone. âso, tutoring. iâll see you tomorrow. nighty night, cheerleader.â
he gave you a pat on the head and turned, heading straight for the door.
âž hard feelings
something about today was different than usual.Â
when you woke up, you had felt a shift in the air, but youâd chalked it up to being nervous about the final you had in three hours.
but when you finally went to go take it, however, you quickly realized that the unsettling feeling you had was not simply pre-exam jitters. it was something much more sinister than that. with the status you held on campus, you were used to being watched and gawked at, but this was different.
it felt like everybody and their mother was looking at you.
you were confused. you had been the subject of this much attention before, but only once; it was a couple years back when someone had spread a dirty, foul rumor about you. there was a social media page for your school called top ten, mostly used to shame women for their sexual exploits, but some men made their way on it too. that was how you heard about johnnyâs clap rumor.
long story short, a rumor about you had originated there and it had taken you weeks to clear your name. but by that time, there was already another slut of the week. you were lucky to have your situation not only be false and debunked, but word of mouth. only the most unlucky of people, like hyeri, got images or videos of themselves posted.
and you were a community favorite. you would understand if you were new, but you had built a reputation around here. why would anybody believe floating rumors about you now?
but the abundance of stares didnât end there. even in the cafe, you had caught someone watching you a little too hard to be a casual leer of admiration. and you were determined to find out why.
fortunately, you were able to find jennie and roseanne walking and talking in the courtyard, and you called out their names to stop them.
jennie turned first, and you watched her smile drop in real time. she glanced around, frantic, as if she was worried about someone watching her too.
roseanne smiled thinly, halfheartedly lifting her hand to wave. âhey,â she greeted quietly, matching jennieâs nerves.
they knew something you didnât and it was glaringly obvious. âwhatâs going on?â you asked. âeveryoneâs looking at me and i know iâm not going crazy yet.â
jennie and roseanne glanced between each other, as if they both had bad news but neither of them wanted to be the one to tell you. after a few seconds, jennie groaned and said, âyou might want to check top ten.â
your brows furrowed. you, on top ten? again? god, people could be so infuriating. âugh, what rumor did they spread about me this time?â
jennie winced, which only made you more anxious. âitâs not just a rumor,â she whispered. ââŠitâs a video.â
âvideo?â you echoed in disbelief. that didnât make sense. you hadnât been with anyone exceptâŠexcept jeno. you tensed with anger.
roseanne opened her phone to show you the video that had been posted. it was an anonymous submission that claimed to be a recording of you. unfortunately, it was you, bits of your chest exposed from jeno reaching into your shirt and drops of cum landing there as you fought for breath. your face wasnât visible, but there were some other distinguishing signs, like your hair and skin and sheets.
your heart thudded and your shoulders went cold, but your eyes were scalding. you were well aware that jeno didnât like you, you didnât exactly love him either, but you never thought he would stoop low enough to hurt you like this.
âiâm sorry,â roseanne apologized, dropping her phone in her purse when you were done. the video was only a few seconds long, but the damage was forever. âbut donât worry. itâs not like itâs top three worthy. everyone will move on next week.â
jennie nodded in agreement and briefly patted your back. âyeah. weâll hang out again when this all blows over, i promise.â
then, they walked away. leaving you reeling with ache and betrayal. your friends didnât want to be seen with you anymore. you were an embarrassment.
you swallowed the bitter feeling scorching up your throat and tapped your pockets for your phone, knowing there was one person you needed to see.Â
you: you and i need to talk. right now.
jeno: about what?
you: donât play dumb, i know you sent that video in!
jeno: maybe u should have swallowed
you: you know what, i donât need you. i never have. and i donât want your help anymore. just leave me alone
jeno: [one attachment]
jeno: you sure about that? because iâm sure thereâs plenty of people that would love to see the version with your face in it
you gawked, hiding your phone screen against your chest while glancing around to make sure no one could see.
adjusting your brightness, you unlocked your phone again and texted him back hurriedly.
you: why are you doing this?! iâve never done anything to you
jeno: this is bigger than just you and me
jeno: now if you donât want everyone to see that pretty face, come put those lips around me again and we can work something out
and that was how it started. though you hadnât had the upper hand in weeks, this was the moment you completely lost it. what was once an arrangement for him to help you in exchange for your attention became a hole of misery that you couldnât dig yourself out of.
one blowjob became two, and two became three until you started to immediately recognize what it meant when you saw his name appear on your screen, knowing what it was before he even asked. not that he ever technically asked. it was always a command, a claim to your body wherever and whenever he wanted.
if you tried to be strong, if you tried to break free of him, he always threatened to make sure that recordings of you on your knees for him went up for all the world to see and no one would ever think of you the same way again. he was more than willing to taint the pretty, perfect image of yourself that you presented to the world.
you felt stuck, trapped. isolated with nowhere to go, no way out. you tried to conjure up a way to escape this situation, but you couldnât think of anything feasible. if you wanted to protect what was left of your social life and dignity, if you wanted to go outside without being ashamed, your only option was to be compliant.
no matter how many late nights and sore throats you had to go through.
you were in the middle of dozing off, your head leaning off to the side, when the sound of your phone ringing suddenly jolted you awake. you were tempted to ignore it until you saw the contact and begrudgingly pressed the phone to your ear. âhello?â you grumbled.
âiâve been texting you,â jeno said, sounding miffed.
you sighed, glancing over at the clock on your nightstand. âitâs literally two in the morning,â you complained. âi just got home from cheer practice and iâm trying to study for my last final. i havenât even showered yet.â
âaw, poor thing,â jeno crooned, pretending to care. âcome over.â
you heartless, selfish bastard, you snapped in your head. of course, you were in no place to say that out loud, so you settled for a calm, âokay,â and hung up.
stifling a yawn, you grabbed your keys and lazily stepped into a nearby pair of shoes, stretching your arms above your head before willing yourself to get up from your desk chair. then, you accidentally scraped your leg against the bottom drawer of your desk, which youâd accidentally left open.Â
âow!â you cried out, bending down a little. âgod, why does this world hate me? what did i do wrong?â
it was a wonder you managed to make it to jenoâs apartment without getting into a wreck, although at this point, you wouldnât care if you had as long as it killed you. or put you into an indefinite coma.
on the other hand, jeno seemed strangely enthusiastic to see you and looked full of life and energy. âthere you are, cheerleader,â he said, pulling you in to hug you from behind. he led you over to his couch, much like he always did.Â
you covered your mouth with your elbow as you yawned. âcan we get this over with? iâm sleepy.â
jeno chuckled. âi donât want you to suck me off. not right now.â
your brows furrowed, wondering if you had heard him right. if not for that, then why were the hell were you here?
âiâm sad,â jeno said, not even attempting to keep the smug smile off his face. âi need you to cheer me up.â
you blinked at him like he was stupid. âcheer⊠you up?â
jeno nodded his head, glancing you over with a grin. you looked like hell. partly because you were so obviously exhausted, but he knew heâd been having an effect on you too. âyeah, cheer me up. youâre a cheerleader,â he reminded, sounding proud of himself. âi want you to do your routine for me.â
you gawked in disbelief and whined, âiâm not even in my uniform.â
âso?â jeno asked. âthose bones might be tired, but they still work. matter of fact, take everything off.â
you were quick to exclaim, âwhat the hell? jeno, can i please just do it later? everything hurts.â
âtake everything off,â jeno repeated, his voice more stern this time. âand move your ass.â
defeated, you reluctantly began to peel off your clothes, ignoring the way jeno shamelessly ogled you for the sake of your own comfort and tugging your shirt from above your head. you couldnât even look at him as you abashedly stepped out of your shorts and panties.
what was even more mortifying was having to perform every stupid little routine for him with your entire body on display and your chest bouncing with every motion. putting on the sweet, forced smile and calling out the chants youâd memorized, all the while ignoring how your bones ached.
when you were done, he made you sit in his lap so he could touch you as he pleased, paying no mind to the way you squirmed uncomfortably.
you cried enough tears to occupy a sixth ocean the next day. you werenât exactly sure why. you just remembered miraculously waking up in your bed, sitting up and staring into empty space, and the water crashing down after a few minutes. it took you even longer to notice you were sobbing.
after a couple of meaningless hours, you got the random urge to call your moan, yearning to hear her voice. âmommy?â you said when she picked up.
âshe calls,â your mother chirped, pleasantly surprised. âhi, baby. i was starting to wonder if youâd forgotten about little oleâ me. you know, you never come see me anymore.â
you forced yourself to laugh, trying to strip your voice of the agony so that she wouldnât notice. âi know. iâm sorry,â you apologized quietly. âiâll come see you soon.â
âyou better,â your mother snapped playfully, no real malice in her voice. ânow, whatâd you call me for? and donât say just to check up on me, because thatâs a damn lie.â
âi miss you,â you confessed.Â
âa lie donât care who tell it.â
âma,â you groaned, knowing she was just messing around. âi swear i do.â
âmm-hm,â your mother hummed. you could already picture her in your head, eyeing you with suspicion, arms folded over her chest. âlet me guess why you really called. youâre having boy trouble.â
your eyes flickered in surprise. how did she know? you doubted it was exactly what she was thinking, but she was close enough. âyeah, something like that.â
there was no doubt that your mother sounded excited. you had always seem thoroughly uninterested in boys and dating, and while she was thankful when you were a teenager, it was a little worrying now. âitâs about time,â she said, clasping her hands together. âtell me all about it.â
you sighed, wondering how you could tell her about jeno without making her fret. she had gotten all pumped, you didnât want to tear her down and ruin everything. âwell, thereâs this guy i met almost two months ago. at first, i didnât feel anything for him. he was just another boy, you know. someone i could keep around for a good time, not a long one.â
your mother hummed again. you could hear metal pans clacking against her counter and assumed she was cooking. she always did that.Â
taking a deep breath, you continued, âbut everything changed. heâs different from every other guy iâve dealt with. he doesnât just do what i say because i say so. and as the weeks passed, heâs started listening to me less and less than he already was.â
your mother chuckled. âand you didnât like that, huh? got your motherâs stubborn heart and indomitable spirit.â
in truth, you didnât think you had half of your motherâs strength, but you would never tell her that. as far as she knew, everything was going perfectly in the life youâd created here on campus. and it probably was the last time youâd spoken to her. âyeah,â you replied, wishing that were true. âi donât like it. he makes me feel something iâve never felt before.â
âhe makes you feel powerless,â your mother told you. âheâs got you feeling weak because heâs the first man youâve ever met willing to stand up to you. trust me, i was surprised the first time too. thatâs how you got here.â
âma,â you groaned with a wince.
she laughed. the sound made you happy, something you hadnât been so certain you were capable of feeling anymore. âiâm just keeping it real.â
you thought about her words. she may have been way off in her perception of what this relationship between you and jeno really was, but she wasnât wrong about how he made you feel. weak, powerless. suddenly, this consuming feeling youâd been having for weeks finally had a name, and yet that made it even harder to come to terms with.
because you didnât want to be powerless. you wanted to be in charge, in control. you hated when things didnât go your way, and more importantly, you hated when there was nothing you could do about it. it was supposed to be you wielding power over peopleâs head, not being crushed beneath the weight of tyranny.
and it was then you fully realized the scope of your feelings; you absolutely hated lee jeno.
âž cheerleader? breed her!Â
standing there in a skimpy dress, face done and your feet clamped in heels that made you four inches taller, you didnât feel like yourself.
you thought that you would. in truth, you hadnât feel like yourself in months. today marked a little over two months since you made the mistake of beginning that agreement with jeno and you regretted it more than anything. he had completely ruined you, your life, and everything that made you feel whole.
there were pieces of yourself that you would never get back, thanks to him. it was true that everyone had forgotten about the ordeal regarding the recording of you, but not without cost. it was a price you were still paying everyday; even when you werenât on your knees or otherwise commiting demeaning acts for the sake of jenoâs entertainment, you were hurting and mourning yourself.
you were starting to wonder if it was worth it. obviously, you liked being respected amongst your fellow students, but you were no longer certain if their respect was worth the price of your sanity. it was hard for you to even have basic interactions without giving away how incredibly lonely and isolated you felt, how trapped and doomed you were. helpless and powerless.
jeno came up behind you, startling you. he was like a wolf and you were a little lamb masquerading as a wolf. âthere you are, baby,â he said, snaking his hands around your waist. he seemed to love doing that. âdid you know our anniversary was a few days ago?â
you scoffed. the two-month anniversary of the worst decision of your life to date. there was nothing you wouldâve give to undo it. doing your homework yourself would have spared you so much unnecessary pain. âstop doing that,â you whined, scanning the party. âsomeone will see.â
jeno chuckled, clearly not giving a damn. âunlike someone, i donât really care what people think about me.â
you wished you didnât care. there would always be a part of you that cared, that was so afraid of what people could say about her that she would do anything to tailor her image perfectly. matter of fact, it was all you had cared about in high school, and every year after that was spent maintaining the brand.
jenoâs hand went from your waist to your ass, making you tense in his grasp. âyou know, i think i deserve some kind of compensation for putting up with you for two months.â
you deserved that too. freedom. being unshackled from his cruel, unrelenting orders was the one thing you wanted most and the one thing he refused to give you. âdonât you have your compensation almost every day?â you asked irritably.
âthatâs not nearly enough,â jeno insisted, squeezing your ass.
god, how greedy could someone be? it was like he wanted to bleed you dry until there was nothing left.
âyou know what i want?â jeno asked huskily, leaning into your ear. âi wanna fuck you.â
your eyes widened a little. you had hoped this day would never come, even though you werenât oblivious to the fact that jeno had steadily gotten bolder in his interactions with you, the things he made you do for his satisfaction becoming entirely more erotic.Â
grabbing your arm, jeno started to lead you away. âcome on, letâs go.â
you rooted in place, nearly stumbling. you didnât want to go anywhere with him, especially if it meant putting up with his insatiable urges. âjeno, i donât want to,â you said, trying to push at him.
jeno scoffed, wondering when you would realize that he didnât care what you wanted and you had no way of winning. âif you want to make a scene in front of all these lovely people, be my guest,â he hissed in your ear.
panicked, you glanced around the crowd in search of someone that could save you. it was like everybody was looking at you until you actually needed them to.Â
then, you locked eyes with jungwoo. matter of fact, it seemed like heâd been looking at you much before youâd even glanced in his general direction. he saw you, saw the way jeno was holding you roughly, saw the obvious stiffness on your face, saw the pleading look in your eyes; but ultimately, jungwoo saw the image of you letting him down after bleeding him dry for half a year, and he turned away.
your shoulders slumped in defeat.
jeno started dragging you toward the stairs, pushing past a bunch of drunk people dancing on each other. your heart was thumping, and your whole body was rigid with nerves as you tried to think of a way out of this even though you knew there was no option without consequences.
just your luck, the bathroom jeno hauled you too was empty. he pushed you in and locked the door, pressing you against the counter. you gasped and glanced at your reflection in the mirror, hardly recognizing yourself. âjeno, please,â you whispered, trying to plead with him. âplease, donât do this.â
jeno didnât seem moved by your begging, but he did, however, appear amused. âwhy are you acting so sensitive about this after all weâve done together? itâs like youâve never gotten fucked or something.â
you swallowed, not saying a word.Â
the silence was very loud, very telling. jeno arched a brow, a realization dawning on him. âyou really have never been fucked,â he said, surprised. âdamn, i should have figured that out when you were acting like you never sucked dick before.â
your face flushed with heat. it wasnât like you were necessarily embarrassed about it, not until now. you had always taken it as something to pride yourself on, being fuckable but untouchable. âyou say that like itâs a bad thing,â you replied, glancing down at the sink to avoid eye contact.
jeno chuckled. it wasnât necessarily a bad thing, but he had been convinced that you were completely pretending to be a goody two-shoes. to know there was at least one percent of you that was still pure amazed him. he lifted the skirt of your dress with his hand and brought it between your legs, asking, âwhat, you just never find anyone worthy enough for your perfect, sacred pussy?â
you gasped out when he touched you there. his fingers circled your clothed cunt, thumb digging into your inner thigh. feeling scandalized, you grumbled, âmaybe iâm just not interested.â
jeno shook his head, astonished by the amount of attitude you still had after all these months and determined to break it out of you. âand maybe i just donât care if youâre interested or not.â
it went without saying that jeno always made you feel like some kind of object, but this was next level. âthis is dehumanizing!â you exclaimed.Â
hearing you, of all people, talk about dehumanizing made for an interesting conversation. big, calloused hand pressing harder into you, he asked tauntingly, âdoesnât feel good, does it?â
your glossy, painted lips were parted, unable to breathe through your nose. your eyes burned with the threat of tears and it was becoming second nature for them to shed whenever jeno was nearby. âi donât understand,â you whimpered, trying to free yourself, but to no avail. âwhy are you doing this to me? what have i ever done to deserve this?â
jeno could feel you struggling, trying to push him off you, but all it did was move your hips against his rapidly hardening cock. he groaned, grabbing hold of your ass and pushing you further back against him. âfuck, just like that,â he growled. âhavenât i told you this already? this is bigger than you and me.â
it wasnât lost on you that jeno obviously had heard stories about you from other people, stories of happenings you probably couldnât deny, but it had nothing to do with him. âlook, if youâre doing all this to get back at me because i hurt one of your friends or something, iâm sorry, i really am. but i canât do this anymore, jeno. i want to stop, please. please let me go on with my life.â
âwhat a privileged response,â jeno hissed without concealing his vitriol. at the same time, he kept palming you over your panties, noticing them beginning to cling to your cunt, and tore your underwear to the side to insert a pair of fingers inside. âwhat about all those girls whose lives you ruined? iâm sure they wanted you to stop. and you didnât until they were too humiliated to show their faces around here again and you had no choice.â
you swallowed the lump in your throat. he knew about the girls? âjeno, i havenât done that since freshman year,â you told him, desperately trying to reason with him.
two loud, harsh smacks echoed in the tiny, crowded space of the bathroom, followed by a gasp consequently. your pussy stung, your head jerking around to look at jeno. âdo you really think that matters?â he asked, grabbing your hair to turn you back around just as quickly, as if you didnât deserve to look at him. âyou think that matters when the pain youâve done to them is permanent? they donât forget. and they damn sure donât forgive you.â
you tensed, hating the way your walls were gripping and gushing around his fingers. âso what? you think youâre god or something? is this you punishing me for my sins? youâre not exactly what i would call a saint, either.â
âme and you, weâre not the same,â jeno remarked, a nip to his tone as if you needed the reminder of how much he disliked you. âyou only pick on people that you think are below you somehow. people you think wonât fight back.â
âi know iâm not a good person,â you admitted in between gasps, thighs straining as his fingers pumped into your pussy harder, faster, reaching places youâd never touched on your own. â i know i donât deserve to be happy. maybe i donât even deserve to be treated with respect, but please leave me this one thing. spare me just this once.â
jeno laughed cruelly, pulling his fingers out of your drenched hole and smearing your juices all over your folds and thighs. his finger unintentionally swiped over your sensitive clit, making your legs quiver and your stomach tighten, sucking in itself.
âdamn, baby. you really know how to hurt my feelings,â jeno said, voice dripping with sarcasm. he withdrew his fingers, bringing them into his mouth for a taste. âyou donât want me to fuck you that bad?â
your heart was spiking with dread, thumping belligerently in your chest, your ears, and between your legs. no one had ever made you feel so vanquished.
âtake my dick out,â jeno said, his tone leaving no room for argument. âhurry up.â
you sighed anguishedly, turning around to undo his pants and slip his aching dick out of its confinements. for months, jeno had been suppressing the urge to fuck you, wanting to wait for the moment where it would be most pivotal.
getting a hold of your throat, jeno roughly yanked you flush against him the second you whirled back around to face the tiny bathroom counter, making you stand tall against his chest. his voice was almost as rough as the hands that held you. âput it in.â
you gawked, shaking your head.
his fingers tightened dangerously around your windpipe, making your damp eyes widen and your jaw slack against his whitening knuckles, maybe half a wheeze making its way out your throat before he warned, âif i have to fucking tell you again, iâm gonna crush every bone in your goddamn neck.â
with no other option, you meekly reached behind you to grasp him in your quivering hand, aimlessly steering him to your hole and sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as the tip brushed past your dripping folds. jeno released a shaky breath, slapping your hand away and rutting his hips into you from behind, sheathing himself inside in one go.
he slackened his unforgiving grip on your throat, shoving you back against the counter none too gently, but you still felt like you couldnât breathe when he entered you, a mangled whimper echoing out. your fingers desperately braced the edges of the counter for purchase as you tried to will yourself to inhale, but it was like you were choking.
jeno had a death grip on your thighs, forcibly pushing them apart a little more as he coated himself with the creamy, hot wetness of your unwanted arousal. âmm, hard to believe you donât secretly want me when youâre sucking me in like this, baby,â he said, proud.
you shook your head in denial, face flushing with a heat that spread to your ears and neck. it didnât help that there were beads of salty, hot tears pouring down your face and reducing your vision to one big, hazy blur. you didnât want him, not even a little bit. but you couldnât control the way your body was responding.
the lewd, wet smack of his cock thrusting deeply into your tight cunt rang out so loudly that you wanted nothing more than to hide into oblivion and never be seen again, mortified. it made things seem so much different than they were. his long, thick cock was stretching you beyond the cusp your limits and making you gape.
âiâm so nice to you,â jeno said, tipping his head back. you could see his chest rising and falling through his clothes, his body taut with pleasure and excitement. âiâve been holding back for so long, trying not to fuck you. wonât keep me out this pussy now. iâm gonna fuck you till your legs give out. have you at practice limping.â
your knees, wobbly as they already were, began knocking into the cabinets at the bottom of the sink. you winced your eyes closed as your fingers curled around the edge of the counter roughly enough to change the color around your knuckles, hoping to think of something, anything, to take you out of the moment.
but it was too hard. you couldnât ignore the throb of your gushing walls as they kneaded his cock, making him grunt in your ear as he leaned over your backside. you couldnât ignore the faint sting of his nails stabbing your hips and his heavy palm slapping repeatedly against your ass. and you definitely couldnât ignore the dirtiness staining you from head to toe.
sure, it felt good, his body rocking against yours steadily, but it didnât feel right. many nights you had pictured what losing your virginity would be like, both the way that it was supposed to look and the way that you were more inclined to, but this was neither; it was heartless, it was punishing, and it was brutal.
jeno grabbed you by your hair and forced you to look into the mirror, yanking your head up. âthere it is,â he spat, words sounding painfully familiar. âthereâs the real you.â
your hair was messy from him tugging it every which way, treating you like a doll to mishandle. your makeup was ruined from your sobbing, the path of your tears harsh against everything else. your eyes were red and your right lash looked like it was barely holding on, the effect of rubbing at your face.
jeno watched you take in the destroyed sight of yourself, practically hearing the critical thoughts hopping in your mind. âthis is what you really are. this is what youâre sucking my dick to keep hidden from the world. is it worth it, baby? or do you just like the way i taste on your tongue?â
no, it wasnât worth it. you were beginning to understand that now. he was taking too much from you, too much of your peace and too much of your sanity. maybe it would be better to be judged and lonely but free than to be loved by people whose opinion of you could change on a dime anyway at the expense of your soul.Â
your pride had been buried a long time ago, brutally murdered in her sleep. âjeno, please stop. iâm uncomfortable,â you complained, tearing your eyes away from your reflection in shame.
jeno smacked your ass again, making you cry out sharply. âyou just love being the victim when itâs convenient for you, huh?â
âiâm sorry!â you whimpered. âi donât know what you want me to do. what do you want? just tell me.â
jeno snickered, running his hands over your hips and waist to knead the flesh. then, he brushed your hair out of your face, nibbling at the skin behind your ear before growling, âyou know what i want, cheerleader? i want to assassinate all there is that you love about yourself and leave everything else untouched, so that you understand not why everybody hates you, but why nobody loves you.â
those words hit you straight in the gut. for the first time, you had no retort, no comeback.Â
hips beginning to move faster, jeno continued, âthe boys donât love you, they just want to fuck you. they would kill to be as deep inside you as i am. the girls sure as hell donât love you. they either want to be you, or they resent you for beating their asses. and donât get me started on those girls you call friends.â
âjeno, stop,â you whispered, an agony vicious enough to rip through flesh tearing you straight in half.Â
but jeno didnât listen. he wasnât done, not until he made his point. âdonât think i didnât notice how lonely you were for the whole week everybody was talking shit about you. they didnât want to touch you with a six foot pole, did they? they donât want to be seen with you unless it gives them a good rep.â
there was a pang in your chest. you didnât want to admit it, but that cut deep. you had heard people say mean things about you before, it was to expected when you were an emblem of popularity on campus, but few things had reached you where it hurt.
jeno stroked your messy cheek, almost with affection. âbut itâs okay. because you want to know something, baby? it was hard for me to admit it to myself, but you truly fascinate me. i canât get you out of my head sometimes. you piss me off every time without fail, but i keep coming back to you. i like you, baby. if no one else does. you grew on me.â
you werenât sure if that was supposed to make you feel better, but it didnât. if anything, you only felt more heartbroken and wounded not only by his words, but by your inability to counter them. it truly dawned on you, right then, just how alone you were.
jeno threw his head back, grunting. his hips were moving with a mind of their own, eager to finish. âfuck, iâm gonna come.â
your eyes went wide in panic, remembering that he had gone in bareback.Â
âjeno, donâtâŠâ
before you could even finish your statement, jeno clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling your protests into his pale palm. âyou know what guys at my school used to say about cheerleaders?â he asked, obviously not expecting a response. ââsee a cheerleader, breed a cheerleader.â âcheerleader? breed her.ââ
you thrashed, but it was pointless. those thick, burly biceps of jenoâs were one of the first things you noticed about him and they werenât just for display. he held you in place as he quickened his pace again, his thrusts unrelenting.
with a couple more quick yet shockingly rhythmic thrusts, jeno emptied his load deep, deep inside you. he moaned, moving his hands from your mouth to your hips to keep himself steady as he reeled from the pleasure of a mind-numbing orgasm. âgoddamn,â he cursed, panting for breath.
you stifled a small noise as you felt his warmth flooding into you, unsure how to feel at this point.Â
to your surprise, jeno started fucking you again, never once daring to pull out as if he was determined to fuck every drop of his sticky cum as deep inside you as it could reach. his stringy, thick load gathered on his dick and inside your pussy, leaking down your thighs as he kept going.
you gasped out, moans involuntarily leaving you as you were stuffed full of him over and over. you didnât mean to, but it was impossible to control.
then, jeno stuck a hand between your legs and rolled his thumb over your clit, which didnât help. you cried out, tensing. âjeno, stop! itâs sensitive.â
âthatâs the point, dummy,â jeno replied, stimulating your clit with his hand while simultaneously pumping himself into you from behind.
your core tightened, heat wafting over you as your chest heaved wildly. âwhat are you doing?â you stammered.Â
jeno smiled, watching in the mirror how your face tensed with a blend of confusion and ecstasy that you couldnât rein. âyou really think iâm an asshole, huh? iâm trying to make you come. relax and let me.â
you shook your head. you didnât want to come, not for him, and most definitely not on his cock for him to feel every unintentional shudder of your pussy as it gushed and pulsed with hot, sweet release; that would be embarrassing.
that made jeno chuckle. âno? you donât wanna come for me, baby?â he asked, furrowing his brows playfully as he tilted your face back up to the mirror with a push of your jaw. âcome on, let go. you keep saying iâm not a good guy, but you shoot me down when i try to be nice.â
you moaned again, against your own reason and better judgment. âplease,â you rasped with half a breath.
âplease, what?â jeno asked, rubbing you with just a pinch more force. âdo you even know?â
god, you hated him; you absolutely despised him. but damn, if it didnât feel good to have someone touch you after youâd spent so long avoiding sex like it was something to be ashamed of.
and this? this was definitely something you were ashamed of.
and yet the most shameful moment, perhaps, was when you finally couldnât resist the pleasure of his big, long fingers twirling around your sensitive nub and his brutal hips smacking into you with a vengeance, clamping around him as you orgasmed with a loud cry and the heat shot through every corner of your body.
âshit,â jeno hissed, the feel of you finishing around him draining the cum from his balls for a second time.
your jaw slacked, overwhelmed by how you felt completely and utterly stuffed, ropes of his cum filling you to the hilt. jeno thrusted into you a little more, sending a flare through your back and shoulders, until he stilled for good. you could hear him panting behind you.
after a moment or two, jeno pulled out. hand between your thighs, he gathered some of his stringy release on his finger and brought it up to your lips. âopen up. donât make me say it again.â
you opened your mouth wide enough for him to insert two of his cum-coated fingers inside. then, you sucked at them and swallowed it down, knowing those would be the next words to leave his mouth.Â
jeno raised a brow, pleasantly surprised. he took his time to withdraw his fingers, enjoying the sensation of you licking them clean. âsee, i knew you loved eating my cum.â
your face burned, but you didnât have the energy to deny it. not after that. it felt like there was a gaping hole in your chest, a void that would never be filled.Â
âyouâre learning,â jeno commented, humming in satisfaction. âgood girl. you know, maybe one day we can get along. donât you think?â
âyeah,â you murmured weakly. at this point, you would just go along with whatever he said. and maybe that was why he figured you could experience some peace together now.
keeping your dress bunched up, jeno grabbed some tissues from his left and started to wipe at you. âletâs get you cleaned up before we leave, cheerleader. donât want the entire student body to see you like this, right?â
you whipped your head around, eyes widening in surprise. leaving to go where? certainly you werenât going home with him after tonight.Â
âdid you think i was kidding?â jeno asked with a sly smile, slipping your panties backing in place and giving your shoulder a fleeting kiss. âi told you, iâm gonna fuck you till your legs give out.â
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Could you write about Hiori, Chigiri, and Bachira giving their male!reader boyfriend a blowjob? Maybe Chigiri thigh fucking... Hiori sadistically making you wait to cum, and Bachira with his feet?
Blow it, move it, bite it, ride it. Just come on, make a move on it.
#a.n. : I absolutely loved writing this, so it's okay!! And it's kind of implied that you're all in Blue Lock... I have no idea where the camera-less bedroom came from, so :).
!!Warnings: male!reader, dom!Hiori and implied dom!bachira, top!reader in Chigiri's part (kind of), blowjob (Hiori), footjob (Bachira), thigh-fuck (Chigiri), Hiori is a sadist, overstimulation (Hiori), Chigiri is a sass (like always), Bachira... A little strange (but in a good way as always, yea). And reader is a football player too. Purely theoretically, one can imagine that this is a strap (except for the Hiori part, of course), so anyone can read it, I don't care anyway.
Hiori Yo.
Your hand slides through the blue hair for the umpteenth time that night. You have an incredible, overwhelming urge to grab them and plant that face deeper on your dick, but no... You just can't. How many times have you been denied an orgasm? Three or so, or maybe you've lost count.
Only that smug face with those bright blue eyes glowing with joy knows the exact number.
"Yo... Am I seriously unable to cum, even after all this?" you ask, knowing the answer perfectly well, but just like in the past, smoldering with hope that he will break up and give in.
"No," of course he won't, Hiori has been mumbling around your cock, sucking on your thick shaft for the last half hour.
You practically growl in frustration, trying not to move your hips or anything else, because it will only prolong this torture. And all because of what? In training, you didn't score a goal from his pass, which made him angry at you. He gave you such a perfect pass, and you missed it.
"Absent-minded boys like you need self-control, don't you think?" Hiori asks, batting his long eyelashes at you, looking straight into your eyes with that innocent look, which makes you almost melt.
His hand moves rhythmically on your cock while his tongue licks your glans from time to time, sometimes gliding over the base and over the bulging veins. He was clearly enjoying tormenting you like that, watching the precum trickle down your head, which he rather licked off, slurping on purpose.
The bed creaks slightly under your weight, clearly not designed for two people, especially if they are muscular in one way or another. It would probably fall apart if you were doing something more active here, but you don't even want to think about it, considering that you have to explain it to the Ego.
"Please, Yo... I'll do anything, please, it hurts," your voice is quiet, a whimper escapes from your throat; Hiyori's eyes rise to you again and a smile blooms on his lips when he notices tears in the corners of your eyes.
"Whatever you say..." The football player mutters, leaning closer and wiping the tears from your eyes before they can roll down your cheeks. "Okay, I'll let you."
Your hips jerk as you are suddenly pierced by the feeling of his mouth around your cock. Not teasing. Not slow. Uninterrupted. And the persistent, rhythmic sucking of your length, which makes you feel like you're already in Heaven.
Of course, it doesn't take long for you to cum. In just a matter of seconds, the knot in your stomach unties and you cum in Hiori's mouth with a guttural moan, clutching his hair in your hands, pushing into his mouth for a couple of seconds, and then exhaling tiredly.
Yo straightens up, licking the droplets of your cum from the corners of his lips, looking at your peaceful face, and then suddenly squeezes your softened cock.
"You said you'd do anything, darling," the blue-eyed man whispers, ecstatically watching your surprised face... If you don't like the deprivation of orgasm, then you will have to accept your fate of overexcitation.
Chigiri Hyoma.
"Mmm, you're enjoying this too much, big guy" Hyoma says, as he stares at your barely present face as you fuck between his thighs.
You wanted to fuck him so damn badly for real, just slide inside those damn tight muscles, but you didn't have too much time until the end of the break, so you had to manage somehow.
"I'm sorry... You have juicy thighs, has anyone ever told you that?" you ask, squeezing his knees a little tighter, trying not to put too much pressure on his right leg, rubbing your cocks together with your movements.
"Yes, thank you. You've said that about eleven times, if I remember correctly. For the last ten minutes," he replies, shrugging his shoulders, looking at how your cock slides between his thighs, over his smaller penis, smearing the precum on your stomach.
His hands instinctively grab onto the sheets, and he moans softly, arching his back. Your cock perfectly covered his own length from below, perfectly rubbed against the head, touching the sensitive bridle. Your "waters" were mixed together.
"We have a training session soon, come on... Otherwise, they'll be looking for us. And they will definitely find us, considering that you don't even hide your moans," Chigiri cheers you on, squeezing his own hips harder, which even started to make a sound from how your cock bumped lightly against his muscular thighs.
"I'm sorry..." you mumble it again, just staring at Hyoma's stomach, where you could see your cock sliding in and out of his thighs.
He snorts, placing his own hands on your palms, which are holding him under his knees, pulling you out of your semi-trance. His red eyes seem to be staring into your very soul, still filled with their usual cocky sparkle, but now clouded with lust.
"What?" your voice is softly heard in the empty bedroom, followed by Chigiri's moan as your cock grazes the bridle of his own again, and he exhales, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Nothing, nothing... You're just drooling," the red-haired man whispers, and you see a drop of water from your chin land on the back of Hyoma's thigh.
... Well, maybe you enjoyed it a little too much. So what? You're a simple man.
You quickly wipe your mouth on your shoulder, pushing Chigiri a little harder into the bed, making his back arch even more and a moan escapes your lips when you feel a familiar feeling in your stomach.
"Huh... Come on, come on, come on. Let's get together, okay? I want you to come, please..." Chigiri whispers, completely unaware of how much more beautiful he is now with red cheeks and a face bathed in pleasure... But what's the difference, huh? Your pace started to become less rhythmic and increasingly rough.
The sound of tremors echoed more and more through the almost empty room, and there it was... White light behind the eyes, two male moaning voices.
Ka-sploosh!
Bachira Meguru.
"This is a fun position, you know?" Bachira chuckles in your ear as he literally hangs on your back, his arms wrapped around your neck and his legs resting on your cock, rubbing it lazily.
"Are you sure you're comfortable? You can always sit forward..." You ask as his chest presses closer to your back and he kisses your cheek long and hard with a smile.
"Thanks for caring! But it's okay, really... Let's give [Your name] the younger a little more attention?"
You moan, throwing your head back on Bachira's shoulder as he starts to move his feet a little more actively. One of his feet runs along the length of your cock, while the other lifts your shaft. How does he even bend his legs like that? Who knows these football players.
His lips slide down your neck, covering it with kisses, occasionally sucking on your skin, making you sigh softly in pleasure. The forward's feet wrap around your entire length, starting to rub it in perfect synchronization.
"Megu... So good, it's weird, but good," you whisper into his neck, inhaling his scent mixed with the light scent of sweat, considering you're both post-workout.
"I'm glad! And he seems to like it too... Or is it her?" Meguru is seriously discussing the gender of your dick... Oh, the things you put up with for this man, honestly.
Your hand slides behind you, supporting his hip, so that it would be at least a little easier for him. Although he doesn't seem to care, because his feet move and hold your cock just perfectly.
His toes deliberately touch your veins along the base or run along the head of your cock, his heels sometimes stroking in circles on your balls, which are getting tighter with each passing second.
Why the hell did you even think to ask him about this? You looked at some new dribble he came up with, and your brain switched off and you asked him. Of course, it's not surprising that he agreed, but fuck...
Who knew that his feet were talented with more than just a soccer ball, right? Your balls were also satisfied, it seems.
"Want to cum? You always can, you know," a sweet voice breaks you out of your thoughts as Meguru presses his heel lightly on your balls, causing you to twitch a little, causing him to smile even wider.
"Of course... You'll make me cum embarrassingly fast..."
"There's nothing embarrassing about it! You make me cum just as fast when...! Mhmhm!"
He lightly punches your chest as you push your head into his neck to shut him up and not embarrass yourself any further.
The feel and sight of his toes on your cock is enough without him saying anything. Your cock twitches in his feet, but he holds it expertly, continuing to rub your cock, as if his orgasm depends on it, not yours. Although it's the same thing to him.
"B-Bachi..." You whine, really embarrassingly fast cumming as your sperm drips down his feet and he kisses your cheek encouragingly.
And then he cries out as you fall backwards, pinning him down and he immediately pushes you aside, looking at you.
"Fallen asleep? He must have enjoyed it too much," Meguru chuckles quietly, looking at your sleeping face, and then covers you with the blanket, kissing your forehead. "Now, shower! Just don't leave marks... Or [Your Name] will scold you, Meguru."
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~10k words, Roommates series, smut, Part 1 here
â... part of a punishment.â
âShe did what?!â Mint shouted through the door right before a thundering crash echoed in the room.
âMint? You alright?!â you called out, holding your ear to the door. âMint?â
âYeah, all good!â Mintâs disheveled voice came through. After a couple of seconds, he opened the door, rubbing his hip. âI fell.â
âYou fell in the toilet?â
âNot in the toilet you idiot,â Mint shoved your shoulder. âSo, tell me, how the fuck did you manage that on the first date?â
âA bit of an odd story honestly,â you started.
âHow odd could it be?â Mint asked while grabbing a bag of chips off the counter. âSounds like a simple case of another college hoe being horny.â
âBe nice,â you scolded him. âSheâs actually really sweet. No jokes like that when she stops by.â
âSheâs coming over?â Mint gasped through a handful of chips. âI canât even remember the last girl youâve had over.â
âI mean it,â you snatched the bag out of his hands and took a chip for yourself. âI really like this girl, I want to see where it goes.â
âDo you actually like her or do you just like that sheâs hot as fuck?â Mint asked while he took another chip from the bag as you held it out for him. âWhat about that bartender youâve been chatting up?â
âI donât know man. I donât think sheâs actually interested in a serious relationship anyway, even if I did want that. Iâm happy just being friends,â you replied. âBut back to this girl, seriously, I had such a good time with her. And sure, it helps that sheâs hot as fuck.â
âYeah of course you had a good time with her sucking-â
âStop it,â you gave Mintâs arm a little shove. âThatâs the one part I kinda regret.â
âRegret? The fuck?â Mint cocked his eyebrows. âHead game that weak?â
âNo, that definitely wasnât the problem,â you sighed. âI just like⊠almost feel like we robbed ourselves of having a really special first time⊠does that make sense?â
âNo.â
âMaybe youâre right,â you mumbled as you picked up a couple of dirty glasses from the table.
âHere,â Mint took the glasses from your hands. âOf course I get what youâre saying, and you already know I support whatever decision you wanna make. Just tell me though, why do you think this girlâs so special already?â
âWell,â you began before pausing to think for a moment. âOne could argue the coffee date and even what happened in the bathroom was kinda forced-â
âYou donât say?â Mint dramatically gasped, feigning shock.
âBut lunch wasnât,â you continued, ignoring his theatrics. âAnd it went fucking perfectly, we just meshed so well, I swear I could talk to her for hours. The vibe, her energy, everything was just so⊠when I think about her right now, I think about lunch, not the coffee shop.â
âSounds like my roommateâs in love already,â Mint teased. âDevilâs advocate, she was just using you for the free meal.â
âShe paid for it.â
âYou let her pay? Thatâs not like you.â
âNot exactly,â you elaborated. âWe were hitting it off pretty well and the idea of me treating her to dinner sorta came up, so she snuck off to the bathroom and did the whole pay behind your back thing.â
âThis might be the most unbelievable part of the story,â Mint chuckled. âWhy the hell would she do that?â
âObviously I donât know for sure, but this is why Iâm telling you I feel like thereâs something more here,â you explained. âShe could have easily done her punishment and then left, or even taken the free lunch and then left, but I think her logic was if Iâm treating her to dinner later that she should take care of lunch.â
âHmm,â Mint pondered for a moment. âMaybe youâre right about there being something here, and maybe she feels the same way. That would explain why she doesnât want to make it seem like sheâs using you for a meal.â
âI hope so, guess Iâll find out more tonight.â
âYou like her enough to give up your fuck buddy? I doubt sheâd be cool with you having one.â
âAbsolutely, even after just one date with her.â
âThatâs crazy, youâd actually throw away what you have?â
âI mean, sheâs graduating this year anyway, how many more times am I realistically going to fuck her?â you considered your options. âGirlâs a damn genius and beautiful, sheâll be fine without me.â
âYouâre losing her roommate, too,â Mint added jokingly.
âDamn,â you muttered under your breath with a smirk, thinking back to some wild nights. âI kinda forgot about that part.â
âNot so easy anymore, is it?â Mint teased.
âItâs fine, seriously Mint, I havenât felt this way about a girl since Rina,â you replied. âBut itâs also way too early, Iâve known this girl for less than a day.â
âWhat, you havenât started picking baby names yet?â
âFirst I have to work on making the babies.â
âI hope sheâs good at that part, otherwise youâre throwing away an absolute dime piece for nothing,â Mint laughed.
âOr, hear me out, I just wonât make it official until next year. That way Iâm still clear until Sana graduates.â
âYou realize half the guys at this school would literally kill to have what you have going on, and youâre here playing games?â
âI had my fun with her, I guess Iâll be doing half the school a favor by moving on.â
âHave I ever told you that youâre an absolute fuckboy?â Mint scoffed. âSana is not just a toy for you to use.â
âOnce or twice, I think,â you chuckled. âWhat was the first time again? When I brought that one girl back last year?â
âOh yeah, the one with the massive rack, right? She was so fucking fit, canât lie, I was pretty jealous of that one.â
âYeah,â you sighed heavily. âI still think about her to this day. Sheâs really the one who got away.â
âMaybe if you didnât decide to fuck her best friend, she wouldnât have gotten away,â Mint burst out laughing as he snatched the bag of chips back. âAbsolute idiot.â
âI was drunk.â
âNot an excuse,â Mint kept laughing.
âShe was drunk!â
âEven if we accept that excuse - which we donât,â Mint began shaking his head. âHow do you justify the second time?â
âWe were horny,â you shrugged.
âIdiot,â Mint chuckled. âThe roommate had a cute smile though, I donât entirely blame you.â
âYeah, what was her name again?â
âBro, youâre the one who slept with her,â Mint shook his head in disbelief, laughing at you. âIt started with an âNâ.â
ââNâ? Shit, I really got nothing.â
âFuckboy,â Mint sang, before gasping. âWait, should I be concerned about your roommate fetish?â
âYeah, lock your door when you sleep,â you said casually while cleaning up some dishes left on the coffee table. âMind helping me? I donât want Zuha to get the wrong idea.â
âFuck, even her name is hot.â
âIdiot,â you tossed an empty can at him.
âI know sheâs pretty and all,â Mint began helping you clean up. âBut seriously? I canât remember a single time youâve cleaned up just for a girl. Now that I think about it, you almost never bring them back to our room.â
âNot almost never. Never, not after Rina,â you replied as you fixed the pillows on the couch. âWe have any Febreze left?â
âYeah, in my room,â Mint answered as he tidied up. âPromise me one thing though.â
âWhatâs up?â you asked as you walked back into the living room.
âIf youâre going into this one with serious intentions, promise me youâll take it slower this time,â Mint responded. âYou know I donât give a shit what you do with your random hookups, but this isnât a random hookup.â
âIs this because of Rina?â you asked as you casually sprayed âOcean Mistâ into the air. âI told you, Iâm all good with that situation.â
âI know you are,â Mint replied. âItâs just that sometimes when you climb too high too fast, the fall ends up being a lot harder.â
âAlright Socrates, relax.â
âSeriously bro, you know Iâm just looking out for you.â
âI know,â you gave Mint a tight hug. âI really appreciate you, thank you.â
âAnd her name was Nayeon, you idiot.â
â
âOh,â you gasped, louder than intended, caught off guard by how stunning Kazuhaâs figure looked in her skirt and jacket.
âIâm not overdressed am I? I know you mentioned it was a casual place, I can quickly go change if-â
âYou look stunning, I love how it brings out your smile.â
âOh, thank you,â Kazuha turned away slightly, blushing profusely.
It could not be any more obvious that she was nervous.
âPlease, come in,â you opened the door wide and stepped aside, a rush of warmth flowing through your body. Kazuha gracefully stepped into your room, leaving you admiring her long, slender legs with each step. She paused ever so slightly as she walked past you before looking around your room. âHave a seat, Iâll be right there.â
Kazuha nodded before stepping across the room and taking a seat on your couch, placing her small black purse on the side table. You quickly stepped into the kitchen and placed two flutes on the counter before filling them generously with champagne and walking over to Kazuha.
âThank you,â Kazuha respectfully accepted the glass with a warm smile.
âYouâre welcome,â you replied, taking a seat next to her.
The two of you took a sip together before placing your glasses to the side. For a moment, she simply stared at you, smiling nervously. Without speaking, you slid your body closer before wrapping your arm around the back of the couch behind Kazuhaâs body.
âYou smell really nice,â Kazuha commented, leaning forward into you slightly.
âDo I?â you replied, tilting your head slightly.
âYeah,â she mumbled softly right in front of your lips as she closed her eyes.
The world around you began to gracefully fade away, leaving just you and Kazuha in a shared moment of pure intimacy. Your lips met, gentle at first, a tender brush sending a spark through your body, before gradually becoming more passionate. You found yourself losing yourself in Kazuhaâs warmth as your lips pressed deeper against hers.
While the kiss, slow and lingering, continued, your hand found its way to Kazuhaâs thigh where it softly pressed against her soft skin. Your other hand fell from the back of the couch to the back of Kazuhaâs neck. You savored each moment of closeness, that delightful hint of strawberry inundating your brain with a warm sweetness. Her hand gently made its way to yours, her delicate fingers softly intertwining with your own. The tenderness of your fingers lacing together amplified the connection - invoking a deeper sense of comfort, grounding you in the moment.
Instinctively, your bodies pulled closer, your hand slid down from Kazuhaâs neck to the middle of her back, while her arm snaked underneath yours to wrap around your body. The hold you had on each other tightened while remaining tender, a subtle dance of intimacy with your bodies as your mouths stayed glued to each otherâs lips.
Finally, the two of you break apart the kiss, breathing heavily into each otherâs mouths. No words were shared, just an intense gaze as your eyes locked, turning the connection electric. For just a moment, the silence of your feelings was being taken in, the squeeze of Kazuhaâs fingers against your body was all you felt.
Then, suddenly, she let go of your body as both of her hands grabbed your face while her lips collided against yours. Initially, you were pushed back by the sudden fierce urgency, but then with equal hunger and desperation you found your strength - now it was Kazuhaâs turn to fall backwards.
The kiss was an overwhelming whirlwind of emotions, blurring your senses until you found yourself with your hands on Kazuhaâs hips as her back hit the couch. She spread her legs, making room for you to move even closer as your body nestled into hers, still with electricity and passion flowing through the kiss.
With audacious intrepidity, you slipped a hand up Kazuhaâs skirt, resting it against the side of her soft upper thigh. She gasped into your mouth, but she didnât pull away - in fact, she did the opposite. She curled her fingers into your hair, pulling you even closer somehow, your bodies colliding, a testament to your shared passion, urging you to keep going.
Everything just felt right. This kiss felt right. Kazuha felt right. Your brain was desperately trying to make sense of your heart right now, and you found yourself coming to the conclusion that you wanted, needed, Kazuha. Nothing else made sense, the connection was too compelling. Then, you finally pulled away, leaving Kazuha breathless and wide-eyed, you could really feel the fire that the two of you just shared. Your heart was racing, beating out of your chest as you smiled down at Kazuha who was smiling back.
âI should have asked earlier, but you eat sushi, right?â you asked as you sat back up.
âOf course, I love sushi,â she answered, still breathing heavily.
âPerfect, youâll love this place,â you replied, helping her sit up by taking her hand. âReady to go?â
âYeah, one second,â she paused, reaching for her glass of champagne and downing it. âReady!â
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âBreakfast, lunch, and dinner, who woulda thought our day would end up like this?â Kazuha smiled as she picked up another piece of otoro.
âBreakfast is a wild thing to say.â
âOh my God,â Kazuha choked, laughing at your reference once she understood what you meant.
âSorry, that was probably inappropriate.â
âItâs fine,â she laughed, taking a sip of her sake. âIf anything, Iâm surprised weâve almost gotten through two meals without bringing it up.â
âWas I supposed to? I canât say Iâve ever had an experience like that before,â you chuckled, taking a sip of sake as well.
âTrust me, it was new for me as well,â Kazuha replied. âIâm really enjoying spending the day with you.â
âI want to be completely honest with you, I really like you, a lot,â you started cautiously. âI know itâs super early, but I just feel something so special with you.â
âI really like you a lot, too,â Kazuha smiled warmly, showing you that smile, the one that absolutely melted your heart. âIt doesnât feel like the first day, it feels like weâve been dating for a while already.â
âIn a way, this is sort of the third date.â
âYeah, thatâs true,â she giggled before turning slightly more serious. âSo then, can I be honest with you for a second?â
âOf course you can, anything at all,â you replied warmly, leaning forward slightly to show her you were fully engaged.
âI promise itâs not because of attraction, because I really am attracted to you, but I sorta regret what happened in the bathroom this morning.â
âOh my God, me too!â you couldnât control your excitement. âSorry, please finish what you were going to say.â
âItâs just that⊠itâs going to sound a bit stupid, so please donât make fun of me for it,â Kazuha began blushing. âI almost feel like I ruined a special moment?â
âI swear if I had a ring Iâd be on my knees right now, I thought the exact same thing!â
âReally?â her eyes lit up, making her the most pure and beautiful girl in the world in your mind. âIâve been thinking about it ever since lunch, I wish we could have found each other without the stupid punishment.â
âLook, Zuha,â you reached your hand forward and gently took hers. âIt happened, but we can move on from that. I think youâre very special, Iâd love nothing more than to see this out properly if youâre also willing.â
âI am,â she smiled softly, giving your hand a quick squeeze. âBut if youâre asking me to be your girlfriend, I think the first day is still a bit too early.â
âAbsolutely,â you agreed. âLetâs forget this morning ever happened and we can do things properly. The way we want.â
âIâd love that,â she blushed again.
âI have another one, sorta related.â
âYeah? Shoot.â
âWhat do you think about being exclusive? I get it if you think itâs too early.â
She pondered the question for a moment, taking another sip and slowly putting down her glass before answering. âI donât think itâs too early, at least, I donât feel like it is,â she answered slowly. âIâm not actually talking to anyone else right now, but Iâd be willing to make this exclusive if you are.â
âMe too.â
Kazuha hesitated, waiting for you to continue.
âItâs complicated,â you added.
âOh, alright,â she replied, looking a bit disheartened.
âThereâs this girl,â you began explaining. âWeâre not in a relationship or anything, but we have a bit of a friends-with-benefits type thing going on.â
âOh.â
âI know thatâs probably not what you wanted to hear, and Iâm sorry, but I really want to be honest with you, and of course I promise Iâm done with that stuff now,â you replied softly. âMy last serious relationship had some⊠I just donât want to go through that again, Iâd rather be honest with you about everything.â
âI get that, my last relationship also wasnât great,â Kazuha frowned. âNo, youâre right, thank you for telling me. If you donât mind, do you think we can maybe keep past relationships to ourselves going forward? Sorry, but I donât know if itâs something I want to hear-â
âYou donât have to explain, trust me, I get it,â you interjected warmly. âAnd Iâll say the same for you. Weâve both gone through stuff. I'm here if you need someone to talk to about it, but I donât need to know every specific detail. The past is the past, it doesnât affect whatever our relationship ends up being.â
âThank you,â Kazuha smiled again, visibly relaxing as you spoke the right words. âDo you mind if I step away to the bathroom real quick?â
âOf course not, but you have to promise me you wonât pull that trick again,â you answered, flashing her a suspicious look. âI told you Iâm treating you to dinner, this oneâs on me.â
âFine,â she smiled, rolling her eyes. âI promise.â
With that, Kazuha got up from the table, gracefully making her way across the restaurant. Her movements, fluid as possible, had you completely in awe, unable to take your eyes away. The way her skirt showcased her perfect legs, accentuating those meticulously sculpted curves, she had your breath catching in your throat, mesmerized and captivated by her grace.
She left this imprint on your mind, convincing you that she was something special. The honeymoon effect was hitting hard, even though you werenât officially together, you knew it was inevitable at this point - you were going to make Kazuha your girlfriend.
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âIâm getting this.â
âNo youâre not,â you pushed her hand away and tapped your card against the reader.
âYou got dinner, this isnât fair,â Kazuha argued.
âAnd youâre pretty, whatâs your point?â
Kazuha began blushing again, her fingers struggling to put her card back into her wallet. âTh-That has nothing to do with anything,â she stammered, unable to hide how flustered she would get whenever you gave her cheesy compliments.
âSure it does,â you replied, reaching forward and taking her card from her shaking hand and inserting it into her wallet for her. âI appreciate the gesture, but really, itâs like four dollars, not a big deal.â
âAlright fine, thank you,â she replied, cheeks still flushed a light pink as she accepted her wallet back. âHave you been here before?â
âNope, first time,â you answered as the two of you sat down. âYou?â
âYeah a couple of times, itâs really good.â
âAh, so thatâs how you picked the flavor so quickly.â
âActually, itâs my first time trying this one,â Kazuha giggled nervously. âI kinda wanted to try something new, make a new memory with youâŠâ
Your heart skipped a beat. âThat is actually so sweet, wow,â you muttered, staring into her beautiful round eyes. âHopefully itâs good then.â
âOr really bad.â
âHuh?â
âThink about it,â Kazuha began explaining. âJust like when you go to a restaurant, you generally remember the really good and really bad, no one remembers the average stuff.â
âAh I see what you mean,â you responded. âThatâs true, but I promise you Iâm not going to forget this ice cream no matter how good, bad, or average it is.â
âAnd whyâs that?â Kazuha chuckled, leaning back in her chair. âDonât tell me, is it because youâre sharing it with me?â
âHowâd you know?â
âYouâre getting predictable,â Kazuha laughed, smiling brightly.
âAnd youâre so-â
âPretty?â
âBeautiful.â
The way her face lit up when she smiled was absolutely enchanting. She didnât know it, but she had you wrapped around her finger, you were starting to think youâd do anything for this girl. No, you already knew it, you would do anything for this girl. Your heart rate whenever she smiled was all the confirmation you needed.
âYour sundae, enjoy!â a cheery staff member dropped off the bowl of ice cream at your table. âLet me know if you need anything else!â
âThank you,â Kazuha smiled respectfully at the young girl before turning back to you. âIt looks good.â
âThen letâs find out if itâs as good as it looks.â
Kazuha picked up her spoon, scooping up some of the cookie crumbles and fudge ice cream onto it before holding it out for you. Taking her lead, you opened your mouth and let her feed you.
âWow,â you mumbled as the taste hit your tongue. âThat is seriously way better than I expected.â
âIs it?â Kazuha looked at you with glee.
âYeah, here,â you picked up your spoon and returned the favor, feeding Kazuha the ice cream. Her eyes lit up immediately - she was so unbelievably cute. âRight?â
âYou werenât kidding, thatâs amazing,â Kazuha gushed, going for another bite.
Something you noticed, and loved, about Kazuha was that she wasnât afraid to eat. Even though she was exceptionally feminine and graceful, she wasnât shy when it came to food. It was adorable, especially with how expressive she would be when the food was good. Within just a minute, full of spoon hitting glass, the bowl of ice cream the two of you were sharing was practically emptied.
âSo, Zuha, you never actually told me, whatâs your major?â you asked as you put down your spoon. âI just realized I never asked what you wanted to do after school.â
âIâd love to one day teach ballet, and my major is biology,â she answered, scooping out pieces of cookies from the bottom of the bowl before looking up at you and laughing. âYou look shocked.â
âSorry, itâs a lovely dream, I just wasnât expecting it,â you chuckled. âSo I guess the next natural question would be why the hell did you pick biology if you want to teach ballet?â
âWell, Iâve been training ballet my whole life,â Kazuha explained. âAnd I wanted to do something interesting and challenging on top of that, so I found myself in biochemical sciences.â
That would explain why she was so graceful, you thought to yourself. âThatâs awesome, and quite admirable.â
âThank you. It can be pretty tough managing all of that while still trying to keep some semblance of a social life.â
âYou seem to be doing alright,â you replied with a smile. âEspecially if you found time to go on a date with me.â
âI make time for things I want to do,â Kazuha smiled back, making your cheeks warm. âWhat, no cheeky response this time?â
âSorry, sometimes itâs just so hard to focus on anything other than your smile.â
âThere it is,â Kazuha laughed while rolling her eyes.
âHey, I know itâs getting kinda late, but would you want-â
âIâd love to come over for a bit,â Kazuha cut you off, smiling brighter than ever.
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âHow could you possibly forget sugar?â you burst out laughing. âTheyâre cookies, thatâs like, the most basic part.â
âThat was Chaewonâs responsibility, not mine!â Kazuha defended herself. âAnyway, we tried making them without it.â
âYou tried making cookies without sugar?â you laughed even harder. âI gotta know, howâd they turn out?â
âI donât know, we ended up burning them,â Kazuha joined you in laughter. âIâll have to make them for you some day.â
âAfter hearing about your baking skills, I think Iâm alright,â you teased, picking up your glass of champagne and taking another sip. âI donât think Iâll be buying your cookbook.â
âYou sure?â Kazuha took a big sip before putting her own glass down. âIâll even sign it for you,â she added, leaning closer to you.
âDepends what you sign it as,â you replied, putting your glass down as well, opening your arms for Kazuha to snuggle up with you.
âAnd what would you want me to sign it as?â she asked, her face right in front of yours.
âMy girlfriend?â
âI thought we agreed itâs too early,â she whispered, moving her lips even closer to yours. âThat one day wasnât enough time?â
âItâs past midnight already,â you whispered into her mouth before leaning forward and closing the gap slightly.
âHave we really been talking for that long?â she whispered back, closing it some more.
And just like that, you found your lips softly brushing again Kazuhaâs once more. The kiss was soft; Kazuhaâs pretty eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into it, sweet and tender. The room went silent, completely still, as the air was filled with the lingering sounds of your lips colliding. A tender echo, her sweet breaths reverberating in your ears, perfectly describing the gentle and warm feeling you had coursing through your body as you kissed Kazuha. Delicate and calm, you got lost in her touch.
She brought her hands up to your cheeks, cupping your face lightly, leaning into you. Meanwhile, your hand explored her body, rubbing against her core, feeling through her top how toned she was. Your hand slowly slid lower until it was resting against the side of her thigh, slipping just a bit underneath her skirt.
Kazuha pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting yours, a hint of hesitation showing. âIâm not ready to go all the way,â she whispered softly.
âIâm in no rush,â you whispered back, pressing your lips forward again.
Her eyes shot wide open for a moment before she slowly closed them again, relief calming her down as she began gently prodding her tongue against yours. Then, to your surprise, she grabbed your wrist and gently guided it along her leg until your palm was resting against her soft ass before she brought her hand back up to the back of your neck, her fingers lightly grabbing your hair.
Following her lead, you gave her ass a gentle squeeze, making sure not to push past her boundaries. The way she kissed you, the increase in passion, was confirmation that she was okay with it. Her body was perfect, you got lost in the warmth of her skin, your fingers brushing just slightly against the fabric of her underwear by mistake.
Yet, she didnât pull back at all. She didnât seem to mind, at least thatâs what her kiss was telling you. Kazuha was getting more and more aggressive with it, and soon enough you found yourself falling onto your back with Kazuha on top of you. Her hands which were previously squeezing your hair, returned to your face, cupping your cheeks again as her tongue pushed audaciously into your mouth.
Her passion was met with your own as you brought your other hand around her body, holding her perfectly sculpted ass in your palms. You gave her a few soft squeezes, addicted to her body, at this point your palms were placed directly on her ass, your fingers gently kneading her softness. Caution was slowly dissipating as you got more comfortable with each otherâs bodies.
The moment felt like it was stretching, enveloping you in excitement, a sign of hopefully some future with the girl you were holding onto. However, even though you could have kept going all night, you could feel the natural end coming. With her cheeks flushed red, and a soft smile on her lips, Kazuha pulled back, breathing deeply above you.
âI could really get used to this,â she smiled warmly down at you.
âIâm definitely not going to stop you,â you smiled back before pulling her into your embrace, gently rubbing her back as you took in the lovely scent of her shampoo. âZuha, itâs getting kinda late.â
âAre you kicking me out?â Kazuha giggled as she started to get off you.
Without hesitation, you pulled her back in even tighter. âAbsolutely not,â you clarified, giving the top of her head a little peck. âI was just going to ask if you have class tomorrow morning.â
âI do,â Kazuha sighed heavily. âBut itâs fine, Iâll skip it.â
âI canât in good conscience be responsible for that,â you replied when Kazuhaâs phone began ringing. âYou going to skip that, too?â
âI probably shouldnât,â Kazuha groaned as she leaned over towards the table, nearly falling off the couch if it wasnât for you catching her. âThanks,â she giggled before answering. âHello? No, I'm not still out. No, I'm not drunk. Yes Chaewon-ah, Iâm safe. Are you done? Oh my God, bye.â
âCookie girl?â you teased as Kazuha sat up and began stretching.
âYeah,â she yawned, arms straight up, her top riding up just enough for you to see her perfectly sculpted abs. âI had a lot of fun today,â she smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling as she let her arms fall to her side, shoulders slumped.
âI did too,â you smiled back, sitting up as well to give her another quick kiss. âWant me to walk you back to your room?â
âActually,â Kazuha bit her lip nervously. âI kinda promised Chaewon that I wouldnât drink tonight, I donât really want her to know.â
âZuha, you should have told me. We didnât have to finish that bottle.â
âNo no, I wanted to drink with you⊠I guess I felt safe with you,â she replied softly. âBut now I have to ask, do you mind if I spend the night? I really donât want to get scolded by her.â
âUh, sure, but donât you think sheâll be more concerned if you spend the night?â
âNah, sheâs going to have to get used to it anyway,â Kazuha replied casually while standing up and holding her hand out for you. âIâm going to be spending the night in my boyfriendâs room from time to time.â
âBoyfriend?â you stood up and grabbed her hand excitedly. âDoes that meanâŠâ
âYes,â Kazuha silenced you with another kiss. âBoyfriend. Fuck timelines, Iâm ready if you are.â
If only she could feel your heart pounding out of your chest. âDefinitely,â you smiled back, giving her hand a squeeze.
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âIâm pretty impressed that you have all this makeup remover stuff,â Kazuha commented as she walked out of your bathroom. âYou have girls over often or something?â
âUmm.â
âOh, I completely forgot aboutâŠâ Kazuhaâs cheeks turned bright red. âSorry, ignore that.â
âHer name is Sana, but no,â you answered honestly, ignoring her embarrassment. âThat stuff is from when I was with my ex. She was the last girl I let in my room.â
âI see, well, itâs very convenient regardless,â Kazuha replied as she looked around your room.
âYouâre more than welcome to borrow whatever clothes youâd like by the way, I assume youâre not sleeping in that,â you added as you took off your shirt and pants before getting into your bed, admiring how incredibly stunning Kazuha looked even without makeup - this girl was unreal.
âItâs fine,â a shy smile formed on Kazuhaâs lips before she turned around and began stripping down to her underwear as well. âYou donât mind, right?â
âBy all means, whatever youâre most comfortable with.â
âIâm going to turn the lights off before I get in, alright?â
âSure,â you replied casually while plugging your phone into your charger. âJust be careful, donât trip on anything.â
âI will,â Kazuha responded as she shut off the lights. In the darkness, Kazuha took a second before slipping into the bed next to you, her beautiful face barely visible under the faint moonlight shining through your window. âCan I ask you another question?â
âYou can always ask me a question.â
âHowâd you like feeling my body earlier while we kissed?â
âAh, what a question,â you chuckled. âYour body is fucking amazing Zuha, I can tell you work out a lot.â
âOh yeah? Howâs that?â Kazuha asked, her voice littered with allure in the most teasing way possible.
âYour abs, theyâre rock solid.â
âLetâs play a little game, how about you try finding my abs in the dark?â Kazuha teased, giggling softly.
âSounds fun,â you smirked, reaching your hand across the bed. You fumbled around for a second until your hand made contact with skin, soft skin. It took you a moment before you realized what you were holding. âYup, thatâs a titty, and you arenât wearing a bra.â
âYouâre right,â she giggled, grabbing your wrist and sliding it down until your hand was rubbing against her core. âAnd these are my abs.â
âDamn, theyâre so nice,â you moaned softly. âWe should workout together, you could train me.â
âSure,â Kazuha whispered before sliding your wrist even lower. âAnd how does this feel?â
âZuha,â you gasped as she placed your hand between her legs, and sure enough, she wasnât wearing anything. âWhat happened to not being ready tonight?â
âThis is different,â she whispered. âIâve already sucked your cock in a bathroom, this is pretty harmless if you ask me.â
âYeah, but-â
âIf youâre not comfortable, I wonât be offended if you pull away.â
Yeah, there was no chance you were doing that.
âYouâre sure about this?â you asked carefully as you began rubbing between her legs softly, feeling how wet she was.
âAbsolutely,â she muttered, sliding closer to you.
âThen I want this to be perfect,â you whispered back, sliding your other hand under her body and wrapping it around her, placing it on her chest, giving her tit a soft squeeze. âTell me what feels good.â
âWhat youâre doing now is nice,â she moaned as you rubbed slow and steady circles against her clit.
âGood,â you breathed before leaning forward and finding her lips.
As you began kissing her, you started moving your fingers a bit faster, sliding down her slit every few circles, teasing her entrance with the tip of your finger. You used her moans as your guidance, feeling for when you hit the right spots, hyperfocusing on what made Kazuha feel good. Once you began finding a rhythm, figuring her out, you started speeding up some more.
âFuck thatâs nice,â she moaned, separating her lips from yours, breathing into your mouth heavily.
With that moment of opportunity, you shoved your mouth into her neck and began kissing her collarbone. At the same time, you pinched her nipple softly with one hand and eased one finger into her pussy, just up until the first knuckle.
âOh fuck,â she gasped, grabbing the back of your head with her hand and latching onto your hair. âGo deeper.â
And that was exactly what you did, pushing your finger deeper while using your thumb to rub her clit. You also took the opportunity to move lower down her body, leaving her neck and putting your mouth on her nipple, sucking it taut. With your mouth on one nipple and your finger lightly pinching the other, you found something was working because Kazuhaâs whole body was moving up and down with her moans at this point.
Your fingers worked nonstop, gently fucking her pussy, daring to go deeper with each thrust. It was a balancing act of making her feel good and making sure you donât go too hard, a balancing act that you were succeeding in, clearly. But you wanted more.
âZuha,â you pulled back, looking up at her. âCan I go down on you?â
Even in the darkness, you could see her bite her lower lip nervously. âMaybe just⊠just fingers tonight⊠if thatâs okay,â she mumbled quietly.
âNo problem,â you whispered back before leaning forward and kissing her again.
She was hesitant for just a second before she got back into it, that burning passion returning with a vengeance. As you kissed her, you went back to slipping your finger into her soft pussy. She was warm, and incredibly wet, a soft wet squishing sound filled the room, mixed with the sound of your kiss, as you pushed your finger in and out of her.
With your tongue down her mouth and one hand gently massaging her tit, it really didnât take much longer for you to start feeling Kazuhaâs insides squeezing against your finger. In rhythmic beauty, she began moaning into your mouth, gasping and panting as her pussy pressed down hard. You slipped your finger out and began rubbing soft circles around her clit, making sure not to press too hard.
Kazuha rode her orgasm out for as long as she could, making sure to never separate her lips from yours. It wasnât until her body finally relaxed did she stop kissing you. âI canât believe how comfortable I feel around you,â Kazuha mumbled, rubbing wrapping her hands around your body gently. âTo think, I only met you because of that stupid punishment.â
âYouâre telling me,â you gave her a small squeeze. âI canât believe how quickly things are moving.â
âYeah,â Kazuha sighed. âI guess I set the tempo kinda fast this morning.â
âZuha,â you paused to give her cheek a kiss. âWe agreed to forget about that silliness, it doesnât matter anymore.â
âI know, but I canât exactly forget what I did,â Kazuha laughed softly. âSeriously I promise Iâm not that type of girl.â
âZuha-â
âLike, I know it kinda seems like it with what happened this morning and the fact that Iâm literally laying in your bed naked, but I swear-â
âZuha!â you interrupted her. âItâs fine, seriously, I wouldnât have asked you to be my girlfriend if I didnât really like you. So what if things are moving fast, who cares?â
âI guess youâre right.â
âLetâs just let things happen, do what feels right,â you added, playing with the muscles on her back. âWhatever feels natural, Iâm here with you and committed to making this work.â
âThen how about you let me take care of you?â Kazuha giggled softly.
âWhat?â
âYou realize I can feel everything in this position, right?â
âAlright well with how fucking hot you are, thereâs not a straight man on this planet who wouldnât be, not in this position.â
âIâm not blaming you,â Kazuha whispered, leaning back so that she was face to face with you. She slowly snaked her hand down your body, softly rubbing your shaft through your underwear. âIt would be pretty cruel of me if I didnât, not after what you just did for me.â
âIâm happy just holding you, thereâs no pressure for you to do anything tonight,â you replied, your breath hitching as Kazuha slipped her delicate fingers down your waistband. âReally, Zuha, if youâre tired itâs totally fine.â
âLetâs be real with ourselves,â Kazuha leaned forward and kissed you before smiling softly at you. âNeither of us are sleeping much tonight.â
âIs that so?â you moaned as she took a gentle grip on your shaft.
âThatâs right,â she whispered before pushing you onto your back. Then, inch by inch, she planted kisses down your body. She started at your neck, moving lower, kissing your chest tenderly, all the while still stroking your cock. As she moved lower down your body, she started stroking faster and faster, pausing only to yank your underwear down. âDid I ever tell you why my punishment involved sucking someone off?â
âNo,â you flinched as Kazuha let a glob of her warm spit fall onto your cock.
âBecause I love sucking cock,â she answered in a whisper.
Before you could respond, Kazuha engulfed your cock in her mouth, making a firm seal around your tip with her lips, prodding softly at your hole with her tongue. Then, she lowered her mouth, swallowing your whole cock in one swift motion before slowly - agonizingly slowly - pulling back up to your tip. After that, she repeated the motion a few more times, plunging down your cock and slowly withdrawing. Any degree of awkwardness from the first time had been replaced with familiarity now as Kazuha worked your cock like an expert.
âFuck me, Zuha, that feels so fucking good,â you heaved, trying to catch your breath.
âYeah?â she replied, her voice soft as sugar, before she leaned in and started kissing your balls.
âYeah, the only shame is not being able to see that beautiful face.â
âThen turn the lamp on,â Kazuha cooed, tossing your blanket to the side and climbing over you, positioning herself between your legs before putting your cock back into her mouth.
As per her suggestion, you leaned over and turned on a small lamp you kept on your side table. With that, you felt your cock ready to completely erupt as you took a look at Kazuha who was staring up at you. Her eyes were so fucking beautiful. You couldnât hold back, not with how good she looked right now with her cheeks hollowed, moving steadily up and down your shaft.
âZuha, youâre going to make me cum,â you mumbled, straining and squirming your whole body as you desperately tried to hold back. âI canâtâŠâ
She wasnât phased at all, she just kept on sucking your cock at the same excruciatingly slow pace. The next who-knows-how-many seconds went by in a flash, instantly yet somehow lasting forever at the same time. She never once broke eye contact, and her mouth never once changed tempo, all that changed was how much pressure she applied with her lips, expertly varying it to make your cock feel that much better.
It wasnât until the first burst of your cum flew into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, did she finally stop moving. As your cum began volleying into her mouth, she held her lips tight around your cock, making sure not a single drop leaked through the smirk that formed on her face. Her eyes, those beautiful eyes, were fading into adorable little crescents as she proudly accepted all of your cum into her mouth.
âHoly fuck,â you cried out, your cock still pumping away.
Kazuha waited until the impulses slowed down, she let you slowly regain strength, but then as she felt your body relaxing, she started bobbing her head up and down your cock again as fast as she could.
âPlease,â you moaned as your cock went into a frenzy, the final few shots of cum flying into Kazuhaâs mouth. âHoly fuck!â
Once you were finally done, Kazuha slowly pulled back, letting a fountain of your white cum spill down your shaft as she lifted her lips off, tilting her back before swallowing everything in her mouth.
âI thought there was a lot last time,â Kazuha giggled, unable to contain her proud smile as she grinned from ear to ear. âBut thereâs so much more this time.â
âZuha that was so fucking good, look,â you opened your eyes wide. âIâm literally in tears.â
âGood,â she smirked before leaning forward and using her tongue to scoop your cum off your shaft into her mouth. âIâll do this for you whenever you want. Every night if you want.â
âI would literally die,â you inhaled sharply as her tongue grazed against your tip. âI wouldnât be able to think about anything else all day.â
âDid you really like it that much?â she asked while licking nearing your shaft, looking for more spilled cum.
âZuha,â you sat up and grabbed her by the arms. âYes, I donât know how to convince you.â
She looked deep into your eyes, her beautiful round eyes shimmering in the dim light of your room. Those beautiful features, the perfect face, sporting a soft expression as she stared at you. âI believe you,â she whispered before closing her eyes and tilting her head.
Without hesitation, you met her movement and pressed your lips firmly against hers, bringing your hands around her body and feeling her back. Her skin was so soft, you wanted to touch and feel her body forever. Unfortunately for you, the kiss did not last forever, and eventually you had to let go of her.
âI know we agreed not to talk about exes, but can I tell you something?â Zuha asked as she snuggled up in your arms.
âWhatâs up?â
âHeâd never kiss me after I-â
Before replying, you pushed her chin up with a finger and kissed her mouth again. âSounds like an idiot, no offense,â you replied casually. âIâll never understand that. If Iâm willing to suck on a girlâs vagina, I feel like kissing after head is really not a big deal.â
âIâve never actually had anyoneâŠâ her voice trailed off.
âZuha,â you let go of her and sat up, looking down at her. âIs that why you didnât let me go down on you earlier?â
Her cheeks turned red as she avoided your gaze for a moment before she looked back up at you and nodded slowly. You bent forward and kissed her again, repeatedly, on the lips for about a minute before sitting up again.
âItâs entirely your choice, Iâd never make you do something that youâre not comfortable with,â you began softly while rubbing her thigh. âBut I want you to know, Iâd love nothing more than to make you feel good.â
âI just canât help but feel a bit embarrassed,â Kazuha admitted quietly. âItâs not that Iâm not comfortable with you, because I am, I just donât knowâŠâ
âI never want you to feel embarrassed around me,â you spoke softly as you moved down the bed and began slowly spreading her legs. âDo I have your permission?â
She hesitated again, as if fighting an internal battle, but then she nodded, her eyes shimmering as the early signs of dawn crept through your window.
âYouâre sure?â
âIâm sure,â she whispered back, adjusting herself to get more comfortable.
âThen just relax,â you instructed her softly before pressing your lips below her navel and leaving a long, very drawn out kiss on her skin. Then, as you slid a bit lower, you paused to reach up and grab Kazuhaâs hands. She took your lead, interlocking her fingers with yours and taking a deep breath. âYouâre so incredibly breathtaking, just tell me what feels good,â you murmured, letting the breath of your words hit her pussy.
Your mouth began drooling at this point, overwhelmed by how enticing Kazuhaâs pussy looked right now as the sun crept through the window some more, making her body glisten beautifully. It was enchanting. You pressed your lips to her pussy, holding steady as Kazuha took a deep breath, letting her get truly comfortable with your touch before giving her pussy a tender kiss.
âYou alright?â
âMhmm,â Kazuha breathed, giving your fingers a little squeeze, encouraging you to keep going.
Even that small taste of her body had you desperate for more. You wanted nothing more than to shove your face as deep into her pussy as physically possible, to suck and lick her until the sun went down again. But this was less for you, and more for Kazuha, so you took it slow.
With your mouth opened wide, you carefully pressed down on her pussy, creating a seal with your lips and her skin. She squeezed your hand again as you stuck out your tongue and pressed it flat against her folds. You began pressing down, applying pressure with various parts of your tongue, truly relishing in the slight tang of Kazuhaâs pussy. She tasted so addicting despite it being so subtle.
And just like that, you were addicted and completely consumed by Kazuhaâs taste. Paired with the sounds of Kazuha moaning as you applied more pressure with your tongue and lips, you were in heaven. You moved around, exploring Kazuhaâs body to your heartâs desire, pausing occasionally to give her inner thighs kisses before latching back onto her pussy.
The more you feasted, the more she gave. Your lower face was completely drenched in Kazuhaâs wetness as she leaked all over you. It wasnât possible to lap it all up, despite how hard you tried, but you tried nonetheless. As her pussy, wet and warm, responded to your touch, her moans became even more vocal. She was definitely trying to stay quiet to the best of her ability, but she was failing as she got closer.
Especially now, as you could feel her body trembling slightly, each lick made her body jolt. Each kiss sent her into a frenzy. Her moans crescendoed as you sped up, sucking and licking her pussy with all of your power, and her thighs began pressing against the sides of your head and her fingers threatened to crush yours.
Then, with a particularly hefty gush of pleasure jetting out of her pussy, Kazuha began crying out in pleasure, her body convulsing in your mouth. âOh fuck,â she sobbed, digging her nails into the back of your hands. âThat feels so good.â
All you wanted to do was make her feel good - nothing brought you more pleasure. You held yourself in place between Kazuhaâs legs, not that you could move even if you wanted to thanks to how hard her legs were clamping down on your face, and you gently teased her pussy with your tongue, giving it a few flicks before planting a very soft kiss on her clit, sucking on it tenderly.
âStop, stop, stop!â Kazuha moaned, letting go of your hand and pushing your face away, detaching your mouth from her sensitive clit. âItâs too much.â
As soon as she pushed your head away, you dove back in and started kissing her thighs, switching back and forth between them. You knew her pussy was far too sensitive right now, the most you did was let your breath hit her skin, even that earned a full-body shudder. You gave her a final kiss on each thigh before crawling back up the bed next to Kazuha.
She turned to face you, and without saying a word, she lunged for your mouth, kissing you passionately and deeply - harder than ever. You let her take control, she got to guide the kiss, regulate the passion to her desires. Kazuha went on for a bit, even wrapping her leg around your body, rubbing her warmth against you until she was finally satisfied. She backed up, looking you straight in the eyes, the most precious girl you have ever seen in your life.
âThat was amazing,â she muttered quietly, unable to contain her smile.
âYouâre amazing,â you replied, giving her butt a small pat before glancing at your window. âThe sunâs up.â
âIâm not sleepy.â
âMe neither,â you smiled back, giving her another kiss. âSo, what should we do?â
âDo you have class?â she asked.
âIâll skip it if you skip yours.â
âIâm definitely skipping,â Kazuha giggled.
âThen I guess I donât have class.â
âPerfect,â she turned around and snuggled her body into yours.
Within just a minute of being in your arms, the ânot sleepyâ girl passed out, pushing against your body with each deep breath she took. You gave her one last gentle kiss on the top of her head before closing your eyes, unable to wipe the smile off your face.
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A/N:
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS. I've been wanting to write this for so long and I finally decided to sit down and get to it. Words really cannot explain how into Kazuha I am at the moment, but hopefully this fic at least shed some light on my recent addiction over her.
I don't know what to work on next. The next Dating Seraphs chapter is going to be kinda Kazuha heavy, so I kinda don't want to post that right after this. I think this fic is the first time I've blatantly teased some of the other idols who will be appearing in Roommates, I hope that's exciting for some of you!
Maybe I'll try releasing something else around the New Years, we'll see. I'd love to hear what you guys think about this fic though, I can't rememember the last time I wrote this much straight up one-on-one fluff in a fic. There's going to be a third part to this mini series, and I promise you that one will have some sex scenes!
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DIET PEPSI | K.TH
SYNOPSIS ă Homework, exams, parents expecting the world from you and more, you just wanted a break. Better yet, you needed one. And who better than getting the resident campus bad boy plug Taehyun to help you out with that.
PAIRINGS ă plug!taehyun x goody two shoes fem!reader
WARNINGS ă plug taehyun, drug use, reader is really awkward and innocent she know's nothing about drugs, brief mentions of overbearing parents, unprotected sex, dry humping, car sex, corruption kink, loss of virginity, taehyun is a little bit of an asshole, cowgirl, slight hair pulling, not really proof read.
WORD CNT ă 6.3k
LIBRARY & BOOKSHELVES
You sit at your desk, the glare of your laptop screen searing into your eyes as you attempt to focus on yet another problem set. The numbers blur together, taunting you with their complexity. To your right, your history textbook lies open, mocking you with its dense paragraphs of information youâre supposed to have memorized by tomorrow. The clock ticks steadily in the background, a relentless reminder that time is slipping away. Your parentsâ voices echo in your mind, a cacophony of expectations. "You have to be the best. Weâre counting on you."Their words are like invisible weights, pressing down on your chest, making it harder to breathe. Â
You donât remember the last time you felt truly free. Even when youâre not studying, the guilt lingers. Shouldnât you be doing more? Shouldnât you be better? The questions swirl in your head, their answers always out of reach.And so, you sit there, the cursor blinking impatiently on your half-written essay, while your stomach churns from too much coffee and too little sleep. The thought hits you suddenly: This isnât sustainable. You lean back in your chair and close your eyes, but the words and numbers are still there, painted on the insides of your eyelids.
You need to breathe. You need to escape.
The idea comes to you like a whisper, soft but insistent. Remembering what Sakura told you earlier in the day, about the one guy in school you never thought to talk to before. Kang Taehyun. He was no good, he was what everyone around town and campus called a waste of space. You had half a mind to text Sakura asking for his number. The thought feels almost rebellious. You didnât know a single thing about weed or how to smoke it. All you knew was that he was the one person around here you could get it from.Â
Would he even sell it to you? You didn't know, but you were going to try. You grab your phone before you can second-guess yourself. You sent her a quick tentative text swelling with anxiety at the questions you knew awaited you.Â
It seemed your anxiety was for nothing though, as a short and sweet text from Sakura popped up on your screen not even a minute later: âI knew youâd cave (; here 999-000-3456â. You knew as soon as you saw her you'd be bombarded with a multitude of questions but for now you will be thankful for the solace she gave you.Â
You didn't know the proper etiquette of ordering? Weed, so you didn't think it would be best to call Taehyun. You decided a simple text would do just fine.Â
You: hi, how much for weed? Itâs Y/n L/n btw.Â
Taehyun: wtf?Â
You: Sorry, can I buy some weed from you?Â
Taehyun: i dont sell that. You have the wrong number.Â
You: what? My friend Sakura gave me your number. She said you would have something to help me.Â
Taehyun: Are you a fucking cop or something?Â
You: No???
Taehyun: Whatever. if you're serious, meet me at lakeland park in 15 minutes. If I see any weird shit I'm leaving.Â
Lakeland park was nearly a fifteen minute walk from you. He was giving you no time to overthink it instead grabbing you coat in a rush and bolting out the door. You pull your coat tighter around you as the wind bites at your cheeks. A fifteen minute walk isnât far, but on a cold, dark night like this, every step feels heavier, the shadows stretching longer. Your breath clouds in the air as you walk, the rhythmic crunch of your boots on the frost-covered pavement the only
sound accompanying you. Youâre not the kind of girl who sneaks out at night, let alone to meet someone like Kang Taehyun. Heâs reckless, arrogant, always in trouble, the kind of boy your parents warned you about since middle school. But tonight, the weight of the day of every perfect grade, every strained smile, every pesky exam and desk filled with homework has crushed you into doing something reckless. Something that doesnât feel like you. The park looms ahead, its iron gates blackened and wet with the mist that clings to the air. You hesitate at the entrance, fingers curling around the cold metal. Itâs not too late to turn back, you tell yourself. But that same voice whispers that turning back means retreating to the suffocating predictability of your world. Straight-A student. Perfect daughter. Reliable friend. You just couldn't do that, you needed this. Bad.Â
The park is deserted. The streetlights cast pale orange pools of light onto the pathways, but the spaces in between seem darker than they should. You clutch your phone in your pocket, your thumb hovering over the power button. Just in case.
The sound of a car engine idling pulls your attention to the far side of the park. There, parked near the frozen pond, is Taehyun's car. Its headlights are off, but the faint glow of the dashboard light outlines his silhouette. You almost stop in your tracks as he leans out of the driverâs side window, his dark hair tousled, an annoyed look on his face.Â
âDidnât think you were seriousâ He said as you walked up to the car. âGet in.âÂ
You hesitate, your hand brushing the cold handle of the passenger door. Pulling it open before you could allow yourself to overthink it. âI was told you could help me.â The inside of the car is warmer than you expected, the faint scent of marijuana smoke and leather wrapping around you.Â
Taehyun shrugs a bored expression on his face as he leaned his head against the leather seat. His stance made you nervous. You could feel words bubbling up inside of you waiting to jumble out in a heap just like you always did in awkward silences like this. âI Just have a lot of stuff going on with school and my parents and-âÂ
Taehyun snorts, his amusement cutting sharper now as he interrupts the beginning of your rambles. âWell, donât expect a medal or anything.â He leans back in his seat, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. âHurry up. I donât have all night. What do you want? How much?âÂ
âI have twenty dollars..â You trailed off your voice smaller now.Â
Taehyun sent you a curt nod reaching down to the glove department between the two of you. He pulled out a bag filled with a green substance, assuming it was the weed. âHere.â He tossed the bag down in your lap lazily. You picked it up in your hands inspecting it with keen eyes.Â
âDo..do i just eat it?â You asked him as you began to open the top of the baggie.Â
âWhat?â He asked leaning forward, the nonchalant expression he once held was gone, now a look of shock in its place. âNo. You smoke it.âÂ
âOh.â Was the only response you could muster up. A red sheen coating your cheeks with embarrassment. âI-i don't know how.â
Taehyun laughs sharp and cold. âLittle miss perfect has never smoked before what a fucking shocker.â His tone had a sarcastic lit to it. One that made your stomach churn with uneasiness.Â
âIâm not a junkie.â You spit out at him. âI just need help with some stress.âÂ
âAre you implying that I'm a junkie?â His asked with raised eyebrows and an expression that spelled âi dare you to say that i amâ
âN-noâ You stuttered âIâm just making a statement about myself.âÂ
You shift uncomfortably in your seat, but Taehyun doesnât let up. âWhatâs next, huh? Gonna jay-walk across the street on your way home? Or maybeâand this is a real stretchâyouâll leave your dishes in the sink overnight.â He grins, wide and mocking. âOh no, the horror.âÂ
Your face burns, but you refuse to look away. âIâm not as boring as you think.â
âSure youâre not,â he says, dragging the words out. He sends you a smirk. âLet me guessâlate night study sessions? Babysitting? Volunteer work at the animal shelter?âÂ
You cross your arms, your nails digging into your sleeves. âI came here, didnât I?â
âYeah, and itâs adorable,â he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. âYouâre like a puppy trying to bark. Cute, but not exactly convincing.âÂ
The jab stings more than youâd like to admit, but you steel yourself. âAt least Iâm trying to do something different.âÂ
âOh, youâre different, all right,â Taehyun shoots back, his grin widening. âMost people wouldâve bailed by now. But not you. Youâre too stubborn to realize when youâre in over your head.â You fiddled with the baggie still in your hand âI mean look at you, you thought you had to eat the fucking bud.â Â
You glare at him, your frustration bubbling to the surface. âWhy do you even care? If Iâm so âadorable,â why not just drive off and leave me here? No one is forcing you to sell to me âÂ
Taehyun shrugs, his smirk softening into something more thoughtfulâbut no less infuriating. âMaybe Iâm bored. Or maybe watching you squirm is more fun than anything else Iâve got going on tonight.âÂ
âWhatever.â You huffed, rolling your eyes at him.Â
âSo now that we've established that you do indeed smoke the weed and don't eat it. Iâll take that twenty and be on my way now-âÂ
âCan you teach me how to smoke it?â The words fell from your lips like spit fire before you could even think about them.Â
âSeriously.â Taehyun sent you a deadpanned look. âDo I need to like, hold your hand while we're at it?âÂ
âWell no..â You trailed âIâve just never done it before..âÂ
âI can tell,â He said, annoyed. âWhatever I have got nothing better to do.âÂ
He reached back into the saame glove department that he got the weed baggie from, pulling out a small pack of papers in his fingers.Â
âThese are wrapsâ He explained handing you the wraps. âWeâll put the weed into it before we smoke it.âÂ
âYou're going to smoke with me?â You asked Taehyun, mulling the wraps in your hand as you carefully analyzed them.Â
âYeah, im not doing this shit for nothing do i look like a fucking teacher to you.â He snapped. Taehyun reached his hand out, yanking the baggie of weed out of your hands and although he did it with minimal force the action still shook you. He really was such a stark contrast to who you were. He was rough, arrogant and cocky. You were shy, timid and very inexperienced in everything he was comfortable with. This was a recipe for disaster.Â
Taehyun continued by showing you how to ground up the weed then stuff it into the little paper carefully. You watched as his lips poked out, licking the paper to seal the week inside. Really, it shouldn't be something you're finding hot but you do.Â
âThis is a bluntâ He explained. You watched him with careful calculation soaking in everything he said to you. The blunt dangles lazily between his fingers, the faint ember glowing like a tiny, taunting beacon in the dim light of the parking lot. Heâs leaning against his beat-up car, all leather jacket and sharp jawline, looking like he stepped out of a 90s music video. You tried to steer the thoughts away. Just mere minutes ago you were rolling your eyes at him for poking fun at you, now in the dim light of the overhead dash coupled with the hues of the park street lamps you had thought he looked..well, beautiful.Â
âAlright, princess,â Taehyun says, his tone as sharp as the smirk tugging at his lips. âYou begged me to teach you, so here you go.âÂ
And there you were back to rolling your eyes. âI wasnât begging,â you snap, your arms crossing defensively over your chest. You know your voice sounds weak even as you say it, and his smirk deepens, like heâs already won some unspoken argument. The nerves for what you were about to do finally really creeping in on you.Â
âSure, sure,â he drawls, handing you the blunt like itâs some kind of sacred ritual. âJust donât go crying to your choir group when you cough up a lung.â You take it with more confidence than you feel, holding it between your fingers the way he does, even though youâre certain it doesnât look half as natural. You leaned slightly forward in your seat, over the glove department that was between the two of you.Â
For a quick fleeting second you could have sworn you saw his eyes flicker downwards catching the flesh of your exposed skin. You wore a hoodie half zipped down to reveal your black tank top with tiny little lace on the top. Your cleavage was slightly visible at this angle and he surely noticed it.Â
âNow, put it in your mouth,â he instructs, deadpan, and you glare at him because you can hear the barely contained laughter in his voice.Â
âDo you always have to be this crude?â you mutter, but you follow his instructions anyway, the filter feeling foreign and dry against your lips. His eyes flicker over you, quick but deliberate, before he leans closer. You freeze, the scent of leather and marijuana smoke filling your senses as he reaches up to flick his lighter. The flame catches, small and precise, and his hand shields it as he tilts it toward you.Â
âBreathe inâgently,â he says, his voice softer now, almost serious, though you swear thereâs a hint of amusement dancing on his face. You inhale, maybe too sharply, because the burn hits the back of your throat like fire, and youâre coughing almost immediately, doubling over as your eyes water.Â
He barks out a laugh, loud and shameless, but thereâs something about the way his hand hovers just shy of your back, like heâs deciding whether or not to steady you. âI told you to go easy,â he says, shaking his head. âWhat, you thought you were gonna look cool on the first try?âÂ
âI hate you,â you choke out, still coughing, and he grins like youâve just made his night.
âCute.â He mutters. âThatâs cute.â he says, and for a second, you think you catch something softer in his expressionâlike heâs a little proud of you for trying.Â
You straighten up, glaring at him through watery eyes. âLetâs go again,â you say, more determined than ever.Â
He raises an eyebrow, surprised but impressed. âLook at you, all rebellious now,â Taehyun teases, taking the blunt from your hands, putting it to his lips and effortlessly inhaling. You wish you could say it wasnât so erotic looking, the way his lips envelop the blunt, sucking in and then blowing out like he's done it a million times over. Because well, he has. He looks over at you again, eyelids narrowly heavy. You donât miss the way his gaze lingers just a fraction too long, though, like heâs seeing you differently. But before you can dwell on it, heâs all smirks and sarcasm again, holding out the blunt with a mock bow. âAlright, princess. Round two.âÂ
And as you fumble your way through another attempt, you canât help but notice the way his expression turned darker, almost lustful as he watched you bring the blunt back to your lips tentatively.
The second drag is smoother. Not by much, but enough that you donât hack up your lungs again. It still burns on the way down, leaving a bitter taste on your tongue, but thereâs something else nowâa strange kind of lightness creeping into your chest, like youâre not quite tethered to the ground. âSee?â Taehyun says, his voice smug. âNot so hard, is it?âÂ
You roll your eyes, but the edges of the world are starting to blur, the space inside the car feeling smaller and softer all at once. âItâs weird,â you admit, your voice quieter now. âBut⊠kinda nice?âÂ
Taehyun chuckles, resting one arm over the back of his seat as he watches you. âYeah, itâll do that. Just wait. Youâre gonna feel like your brainâs floating soon.âAnd heâs right. A few minutes later, the buzzing in your chest has spread to your head, leaving you light and a little disoriented. You canât stop yourself from giggling, the sound spilling out before you can catch it.Â
âWhatâs so funny?â he asks, arching a brow. He took the blunt from your hands, taking a drag from it. The smoke flew out of his lips in âOâsâ like some kind of party trick.Â
Unfamiliar heat pooled in your belly at the sight, your thighs fidgeting in your seat. âI donât know,â you say, leaning your head back against the seat. âEverything feels⊠floaty. Like Iâm a balloon or something.â Your eyes felt heavy as you stared at him with a dopey smile on your face. The softness of the lights from the overhead light casted down on his face like a glowing frame of his face. It was a beautifully confusing feeling this way. You had found yourself wanting something from him you've never had before, something way worse and more irreversible than smoking for the first time.Â
He snorts, shaking his head. âYouâre high as hell,â he mutters, but thereâs a hint of a grin tugging at his lips. A sharp keen to his eyes as they darken at the sight of you, leaning back against the seat, head turned towards him. Your glassy eyes staring up at him doe eyed. Â
Your gaze lingered on the way his fingers tap absently against the steering wheel. âYouâre not as much of an asshole as you act, you know,â you say, your voice unfiltered and soft.Â
His head snaps toward you, his eyes narrowing. âThe hellâs that supposed to mean?âÂ
âYou act all tough,â you say, shrugging. âBut youâre still here. Putting up with me. Teaching me. You couldâve just told me to screw off.âÂ
âIf I recall, I did do that when you texted me.â Taehyun says slowly, his speech becoming slightly slurred. For a moment, he doesnât say anything. His gaze flickers over you, like heâs trying to decide if youâre messing with him or not. Then he shakes his head, letting out a low chuckle, the sound sending a bolt of electricity through you and straight to your core. It was an unfamiliar feeling for you. You had never felt such intense heat and want for someone. You didn't know whether to blame the weed or your hazy mind, either way you weren't sure you minded.Â
âGuess the highâs getting to you,â he says, but his voice has softened, the sharp edges dulled. His own lust lingered heavily in the compactness of the car. You are both hyper aware of the shift in the dynamic of the car. You smile lazily, sinking further into the seat. The hum of the moment feels bigger than either of you, like the space between you has shifted somehow. He handed the blunt back to you but with a shake of your head you refused it, already feeling relaxed. Your body is like jelly as you slumped against the seat of the car.Â
You tilt your head to look at him, his profile is sharp in the dim light, the amber glow of the lighter from earlier still dancing in your mind. âWhy are you staring?â he asks, his voice low and rough, like gravel underfoot.Â
âIâm not,â you lie, even though you can feel the weight of your own gaze on him.Â
âYeah, you are,â he says, leaning back slightly in his seat, his fingers drumming absently on the steering wheel. âWhatâs going on in that good little head of yours, huh?â
You open your mouth to answer, but the words get stuck somewhere in your throat. The buzz in your chest has spread, making everything feel too big and too small all at once. You shift in your seat, suddenly hyper-aware of how close you are to him, how the scent of smoke and leather clings to the air between you. âI donât know,â you say finally, your voice quieter than you meant it to be.Â
He doesnât say anything for a moment, just watches you with that same unreadable expression. And then, like the space between you is pulling him in, he leans forward, just a fractionâenough to make your breath catch. âYouâre high,â he says, almost like heâs reminding himself. âThatâs all this is.â His breath fanned against your lips close enough that even a mere inch forward your lips would be touching.Â
You shake your head, though the movement feels sluggish. âItâs not just that,â you whisper, your voice barely audible.Â
Taehyunâs hand twitches where it rests on the steering wheel, and for a moment, he looks almost unsure, like heâs teetering on the edge of something he canât pull back from. âYou donât know what youâre saying. You donât want this.âÂ
âI do,â you insist, your gaze locking with his. The pull between you feels magnetic now, impossible to ignore. The heat in your belly felt like fire only being fueled by the constant darkening of his eyes and his pure adultured need for you. You may be inexperienced and naive but you were stupid, he wanted you as badly as you wanted him.Â
He lets out a low, almost defeated sigh, his fingers running through his messy hair. âYouâre gonna regret this Tomorrow.â But he doesnât move away.Â
You lean forward first, closing the already minimal space between you. Itâs tentative, the barest brush of your lips against his, and for a moment, you think heâs going to pull back. But then he doesnât.Â
Taehyunâs lips press against yours, slow and deliberate, like heâs testing the waters. Thereâs a hesitance in the way his hand hovers near your cheek, as though heâs not sure if heâs allowed to touch you. But when you donât pull awayâwhen you lean into him insteadâhe seems to let go of whatever was holding him back.Â
The kiss deepens, his hand finally coming to rest on your jaw, his thumb brushing against your skin. Thereâs nothing rushed about it, no desperation, just a quiet intensity that sends your heart racing. You donât know if itâs the blunt, the high, or him, but the world outside the car has completely disappeared. Itâs just the two of you now, tangled in this strange, unspoken pull that you canât quite explain.Â
âYouâre gonna blame this on the high,â he murmurs with a groan. âIf we donât stop, I don't know how far it will go, princess.âÂ
You shake your head, your eyes still closed. âDonât stop.â for a moment, neither of you says anything, the quiet hum of the night wrapping around you like a blanket.Â
He doesnât move away. If anything, heâs closer now, his hand sliding from your jaw to cup the side of your neck. His thumb brushes just under your ear, and the touch sends a shiver skimming down your spine. âHow far have you gone before?âÂ
You shake your head âNothing further than kissing.âÂ
He pulls back a small look of bewilderment on his face âAre you sure about this?âÂ
You nod, disconnecting yourself for a second to look at him, although your mind was hazy nothing about the decision to go further with Taehyun was, you were sure you wanted this. âYesâ You spoke with a surge of confidence. âI want this, so bad.âÂ
Taehyun reconnects your lips in a messy entanglement of lips and teeth, his hands grabbing at your waist to pull you closer to him even in the confines of his car. âTell me to stop,â he says, his voice low, almost a growl. Itâs not a demandâitâs a plea, barely restrained, like heâs fighting himself and losing.
You donât tell him to stop. You canât. Instead, your hands find their way to him, one resting on his shoulder, the other fisting the fabric of his shirt like youâre afraid heâll pull away if you let go. âIâm not going to,â you whisper, and your voice shakes, but not with fear.Â
He kisses you again, harder this time, like heâs been holding himself back and canât anymore. Thereâs nothing hesitant about it nowâhis lips press firmly against yours, and you meet him with the same urgency, like youâve both been waiting for this moment longer than either of you is willing to admit.Â
Taehyunâs free hand slides to your waist, gripping you just hard enough to make your breath hitch. The space between you feels nonexistent, every inch of him pressing into you in a way thatâs both overwhelming and addictive. Youâre not thinking anymoreânot about where you are, not about how this started, not about the million ways this could go wrong. All you know is the way his hands feel against you, the way his lips move like heâs memorizing the shape of yours, the way your entire body feels like itâs on fire.Â
You tug at his shirt, pulling him closer, and he groans softly against your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. Taehyunâs fingers dig into your waist, grounding you even as the world feels like itâs spinning out of control. The high from the weed makes your skin a buzz and your mind spin.Â
âYouâre gonna ruin me,â Taehyun mutters against your lips, his voice rough and raw, like the confession slipped out without his permission.It makes you want him even more. You tilt your head, deepening the kiss, pouring every ounce of emotion you canât put into words into the way your lips move against his. Your hips raise slightly, searching for some semblance of friction.Â
The small space of the car feels suffocating now, the air thick and heavy as his hand slides up your side, brushing just beneath the hem of your sweatshirt. His touch is searing, leaving trails of heat in its wake, and you arch into him instinctively, a soft sound escaping your lips.
âCareful,â Taehyun murmurs, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes are dark, his pupils blown wide, but thereâs something else there, tooâa flicker of restraint, like heâs holding himself together by a thread. âYou donât know what youâre starting.âÂ
âMaybe I do,â you whisper, your voice steady even as your heart pounds in your chest. He had you craving something you had never indulged in before, something you knew you would miss as soon as it ended.Â
For a moment, he just stares at you, like heâs trying to read your mind, to figure out if you mean it. Whatever he sees in your expression seems to be enough, because his lips crash into yours again, his hands gripping you like heâs afraid youâll disappear. He grabbed at your sweater, unzipping it until your frilly tank top was revealed underneath. When his lips leave yours, they trail along your jaw, slow and deliberate.Â
The feeling of his lips sends a shiver down your spine, and you tilt your head instinctively, giving him more access.âGod, youâre dangerous,â he mutters against your skin, his voice rough and almost reverent. His hands move up the expanse of your body and torso cupping your breasts in his hands. A gasp leaves your lip, a chill crawling up your spine.Â
âThese fucking tits.â Taehyun growled. âHow has no man ever touched these before?â Your chest heaved as explored the entirety of your upper body, cradling your breasts in his hands. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and the high from the weed feels distant now, overshadowed by the way heâs making you feel. Every nerve in your body is alive, hyper-aware of his every touch, every breath, every unspoken word.
âTake this off.â He growls his lips ghosting over your collarbone as he tugged at your tank top in his big hands. You met his hands at the hem of your tank top, lifting it in one fail swoop over your head. Your top half is now completely bare and out in the open for his eyes to see.Â
You didn't think his eyes could darken anymore then they already have but to now avail his irises became nearly black pools of desire. Your heart was thumping hard in your chest as your breath left you in harsh pants. He made quick work of running his hands to his grey sweatpants, yanking them down just enough to pull himself out of his boxers. His cock spring free, the rip red and angry.Â
Your eyes widened at the sheer size of him. He smirked at you with a knowing look. âCute.â He muttered. âYou never seen a dick before or something.â You could tell he meant it as a joke but one single look at your expression made him realize just how little experience youâve had.Â
âI..â You trailed âI havenât.â Your face was flush red from the embarrassment of your admittance, you hadn't even really watched porn. Seeing a dick was so obscure to you, so unheard of.Â
âCome here.â Taehyun softly said as he held his hand out for you to take. You lifted your legs to gently maneuver your body over the center console of the car. The sudden movement coupled with the high that was still lingering had you feeling a bit dizzy.Â
You sat on Taehyunâs lap. His hard cock now resting against your thigh. Awkwardly and out of instinct you lifted your arms to cover your breasts that were now smack dab in his face. A manâs dream you thought to yourself.Â
âNo, donât do that princess.â He took a hold of your arms gently in his hands pulling them back until they were at your sides. âDonât hide.â He toyed with the hem of your shorts and he brought his other hand to your hips, gently guiding your hips to rock back and forth against his cock.Â
A gasp fell from your lips at the movement. He started slowly rocking your hips steadily against his to create just the perfect amount of friction. Your clit throb in your shorts wishing you were completely bare against him.Â
âThat feel good?â He asked you with a grit to his teeth trying his hardest to keep his groans at bay. You nodded dumbly, a whimper falling from your lips as you continued to allow him to guide your hips against his.Â
âI..i think i need more.â Your voice was airy, a sigh that sounded a lot like a moan slipped from your lips. âMore, please.âÂ
âHm.â He hummed grabbing ahold of your hips with both of his hands, his grip tighter than it had been all night. âPretty little princess wants more huh?â He was teasing you, rocking your hips faster against him.Â
âY-yes!â You squealed, as a foreign feeling twisted in your stomach, the intensity knocking you forward trying to steady yourself on his chest.Â
The sudden stop of your hips had you whining as Taehyun roughly gripped your hips in his hands stopping your movements. âThe first time you cum will be with my cock buried deep inside of you. Not from you grinding on it like a needy little whore, do you hear me?âÂ
âTaehy-â You began to whine.Â
âDo.you.hear.me?â He asked again tougher this time as he snaked his hand up your neck to the nape grabbing a fist full of your hair in his hands yanking your face to be level with his.Â
âYes!â You repeated for the second time tonight. âWant your cock..âÂ
âGood girl.â Taehyun let go of your hair soothing the spot with his palm. âLet's get these shorts off now, yeah?â You nodded with a hum as you lifted yourself off his lap to give Taehyun easy access to slide your shorts and panties down at the same time.Â
âAre you going ok?â He ran his hands up and down your sides soothingly.Â
âI amâ You reassured him. You bent your face down to meet his lips in a short kiss as you pulled away Taehyun smirked, chasing your lips with his own, causing a giggle to leave you.Â
His hand reached down, carefully circling your heat with his fingers. âYou're so wet.â He hissed, dipping a finger slightly inside your awaiting core. Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched him toy with your pussy lip and clit delicately. Your legs slightly shook from the touch of him.Â
âI think youâre ready.â He nodded more to himself than you. âYou think youâre ready baby?â The pet name caught you off guard stunting your ability to answer so instead you nod.Â
âI need your words.â He said, more harsh than you expected.Â
âIâm ready.â You confirmed. His hands found your hips once again, lifting you up until the tip of his dick was lined up at your entrance. The knot in your stomach tightened as the reality of what was about to happen set in. You were really about to lose your virginity. Here in a car, in the middle of the night to a boy you had just officially tonight. The thought excited you? It was so purely unlike you that you couldnât wait to do it.Â
Taehyun helped guide you down on his length, the stretch of him burning as you slowly moved down inch by inch on his cock. âOh.â You squeaked, using Taehyunâs shoulder as leverage. âOh-â You said again. The one syllable seems like the only word you could even begin to utter.Â
âCareful.â Taehyun grit the words out. âThatâs it.âÂ
The feeling of him inside you had tears pricking your eyes as the intensity of the moment took over.Â
âStay still princessâ Taehyunâs voice was soft as he gave you instructions on how to take him, talking you through it. You sat still on his lap as his cock was not fully satiated inside of you. The feeling was odd..a good odd. You felt full, entirely consumed by him. The dead of night surrounding you adds onto the ambience.Â
âMove whenever you want sweetheart, you're in charge.â The heat of his hands on your bare skin coupled with the heat in the car and the weed lingering in your veins gave you the boost of confidence you needed to lift yourself up and slam yourself back down on his cock. Carefully at first, testing the waters. Taehyunâs grunt of pleasure only adds to the fire growing inside of you. You needed to make him feel good, it was now the most important part of this.Â
âFuckâ He grunted as he leaned his head back against the seat heavily lidded eyes looking up at you as you bounced atop him. The pleasure was creeping up on you, the burn now a dull feeling easily forgotten about. âKeep doing that.âÂ
His praise served as a catalyst for you to keep moving your hips up and down on his cock. Your thighs shaking at the overwhelming pleasure and the workout you were receiving.Â
âSo good.â You whimpered out, the only sounds around you were the ones of the constant smacking of your ass against his lap and the moans you let slip from your mouth uncontrollably.Â
âGood girl.â Taehyun babbled, resetting his arms behind his head, watching you. âThatâs a good fucking girl, fucking that cock for the very first time.âÂ
âAm i doing good?â You chased his praise almost as fast as you chased your impending orgasm, the heat pooling in the bottom of your belly like the fire getting ready to boil over and explode.Â
âYeah baby, you're doing so good. Keep bouncing on my cock. Just like that.â Soft mews left your lips reaching your fingers out to drag down Taehyunâs clothed chest.Â
âCan I help you out?â Taehyun pants desperately pawing at your hips. âIf it hurts, let me know, I'll stop right away.âÂ
âOk.â You whimpered pathetically. You'd allow him to do anything to you right now just as long as you continued to feel as good as you were. His hands gripped your hands tightly in his hands before shooting his hips up with one single snap.Â
A gasp of surprise left your lips as he reached angles you didn't even know was possible.Â
âHoly-â You breathed out âFuck, fuck.âÂ
Taehyunâs hips snapped up drilling his cock into your weeping hole over and over. His balls lewdly slapping the underside of your ass. âIâm close.â He hissed, not letting up on his thrusts.Â
âM-me too, I think.â You winced at the mixture of pain and pleasure consuming you. The feeling that bubbled up inside of you waiting to explode like a ticking time bomb.Â
âThis tight fucking pussy wont ket me go.â Taehyunâs words sent you flying towards your orgasm, becoming a mess of yourself on top of him. He followed suit not longer after pushing his hips inside of you a few more times before stilling himself.Â
âFuck.â He huffed rubbing the sides of your thighs as rested your head against his chest trying to catch your breath.Â
âAre you ok?â He asked with a slightly worried tone.Â
âSo good.â You said raising your head to look at him. âThank youâÂ
âFor the sex?â He quirked an arrogant brow at you, a laugh bubbling in his chest.Â
âWell, yes and the weed, and teaching me how to smoke it and-â
âOk, okâ He laughed. âNo need to thank me so much.âÂ
âBut I do.â You said with sincerity. âYou helped me alot tonight.âÂ
âI can always do it again..â He trailed off with a slightly nervous tone in his voice.Â
âIs this a drug dealer's way off asking me out after taking my weed and literal virginity in his car?â You joked, sending him a goofy grin. He shrugged in an attempt at being nonchalant despite his best efforts.Â
âIs this the goody two shoes princess saying yes?â His tone was just as goofy and airy as the both of you felt.Â
âIt is.â You smiled at him. âYes, a thousand times over.âÂ
âEager are we?â Taehyun jokes. You laughed, hitting his chest lightly. âShut up and fuck me again Taehyun.âÂ
âDon't have to ask me twice.âÂ
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Both hands slam onto the wooden headboard with such force that the entire bed frame seems to shake, and through half lidded eyes you watch your knuckles change colour against the wood. It isnât the first time youâve assaulted the bed frame this evening, and with the way Lokiâs tongue is skillfully sliding through your cunt while you straddle his face, it wonât be the last.Â
His quiet hum of satisfaction floats up from between your thighs, and the soft vibrations are enough to have you flutter wildly around him. You chance a glimpse down at the god whoâs been lying between your legs for the past half hour, moaning softly at the gloriously debauched sight that meets your eyes.Â
Loki is lying contentedly among the pile of pillows on your bed, ink black curls fanned out around him and a pretty pink blush staining his cheeks while he pleasures you. Elegant fingers are curled tightly around your thighs to hold you in place, gripping you so tightly that you anticipate a tiny line of bruises will form by the morning.Â
Heâs a work of art, really.Â
âYou are fucking gorgeous.â You canât help but praise him, because thereâs no sight on Earth comparable to Lokiâs head between your legs. His answering deep hum sends a sharp ripple of pleasure twisting through your core, pulling a satisfied groan from your parted lips in its wake. Â
Itâs impossible to tear your eyes from him as he lies between your legs. Each sinful swirl of his tongue and appreciative moan goes straight to your head, but then he moves his head just enough for you to catch the shine of your own arousal coating the tip of his nose and upper lip. That alone is almost enough to send you into orbit, that is, until Lokiâs eyes lock with yours and he licks a long, slow line along the length of your cunt, pulling you as close to his mouth as he physically can.Â
It feels so good, so blindingly good, that for a second youâre unable to speak, unable to do anything but drown in the warm, wet feel of Lokiâs tongue.
Your hands curl tighter around the headboard, but you donât take your eyes of Loki for even a second. âFuckingâŠmenace!â you cry out, only to feel him smile against your cunt as he returns to teasing and taunting. âLoki, I - fuck!â Whatever you were about to say is swiftly lost when he then dips that skilled tongue inside you.Â
All you can manage is a strangled whimper while he fucks you with his tongue. Heâs expertly building you towards the edge, in the gloriously depraved way that only he can, and you send up an unending stream of thanks to the universe that this god loves you.
Because no one before him has ever been so attuned to your pleasure, or so eager to ceaselessly place it before their own.Â
âNothing arouses me more than pleasuring you, dove.â He had said little over half an hour ago, silencing your objections as he had coaxed you over his face.Â
That beautiful face is now peering up at you with reverence, as though heâs ached to worship you all his life and tonight youâve granted his every wish. His tongue laps at your cunt with something close to desperation and, not five minutes later, you feel his hands slide along your thighs to grip your hips, clamping you firmly against his face to give his undivided attention to your clit.Â
You clench wildly on top of him, beginning to rock your hips in an attempt to chase the release thatâs building like a storm in your core. âFuck, Loki, keep doing that! Please, please, please!â you plead with him.Â
The coil in your core is twisted tight and about to snap, promising a blinding release. Itâs glittering before you like a new star - all you need is that wickedly talented tongue. Â
Curses and pleas continue to fall like spring rain from your lips, and Loki is the ever benevolent god. Before long, your climax crashes down around you with such force it rips the breath from your lungs. Tiny stars dance at the edges of your eyes and you grind wildly against your lover's face.Â
Loki watches you intently, his eyes sparkling as you come undone for him. You make sure to cry out his name as soon as youâre able, letting everyone in a ten mile radius know that every part of you belongs to him.Â
Your thighs are trembling on each side of Lokiâs head, your heartbeat a pounding drum in your chest. Youâre panting as you come down off your high, basking happily in the golden afterglow of your orgasmâŠ
But then you realise that Lokiâs tongue is still buried in your sensitive cunt.
âMpmh, LokiâŠtoo much,â you whimper, trying to lift off his face.Â
Lokiâs hands only curl tighter around your hips, refusing to grant even a seconds reprieve. You squirm on top of him, because the sensitivity really is too much, but a soft warmth in your wrists acts as a momentary distraction.Â
Glancing up, you see the deep green ribbons that are now tying your wrists to the headboard, effectively immobilising you and leaving no option but to remain where you are.Â
You feel Loki smirk between your thighs and the mischief thatâs dancing in his eyes only confirms how absolutely fucked you are. âPleaseâŠno moreâŠ,â you plead weakly, but his sinful tongue remains deep in your cunt.Â
Within seconds, the beginnings of another orgasm are fizzling in your core and, through the heavy haze thatâs settled over your shoulders, you vaguely remember Lokiâs delicious promise from earlier in the evening, only now you can see it for what it was: a threat.Â
âI wonât stop, darling. You have my word.â
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omg love ur writing in the scaramouche tag and was wondering if i could place a request because i thought of scaramouche with a stubborn reader who refuses to submit to him so he punishes her via fucking machine until shes broken down and begging for him... its just some brainworms of mine
*scuttles out from underneath your bed and gently tucks my response underneath your pillow before returning to my nest*
Marry Christmas ya filthy animals lmao
(Hehe. I've been excited to write this)
(Bondage Scaramouche!)
You sigh softly as the gentle hum of the large vibrators fill your ears. Your wrists are handcuffed to a wall behind you on either side of your head. a locked metal chastity belt prevented the painfully enormous insertions from slipping out of your ass and cunt. This had been HIS sick way of punishing you for spitting in his face yesterday when he originally had tried to kiss you.
Scaramouche.
The fucking Balladeer.
You hated that self absorbed and condescending humanoid bastard but unfortunately for you, he had grown attracted to you.
He had wanted you.
And he had gotten you.
It was as simple as that. Or was it?
"Enjoying yourself?" A cold voice suddenly sneered from somewhere in front of you. You knew even through the blindfold that it was him. As if you could ever get off from something as disgusting and evil as what this sociopathic harbinger had done to you. Grabbing you. Pinning you to the ground beneath him as he had attempted to press his lips to yours.
He was lucky you didn't bite his tongue off instead of just spitting at him.
"Fuck you!" You hiss through your teeth. Your body is still trembling from the unwanted orgasms you were experiencing. You could hear the keys to your belt jingling from somewhere on him.
"Is that right now sweetheart? Finally come to your senses?" He reached out and ran a gloved hand across your cheek.
"Absolutely not you disgusting bastard! You know what I meant!"
A silence follows as you feel him pull away from you.
Then you feel a sharp sting in your neck.
"Ah! What the hell are you doing!? Stop!"
"You can't say I haven't been nice. I thought you would have seen reason by now but it appears your stubborn attitude will need correction first." He whispers in your ear. His cool breath sending shivers down your spine.
"This should make you a little more agreeable you ungrateful little cockroach."
You start to feel hot suddenly. You want to scream as you hear him still kneeling in front of you. Yet as you hear the click of a button being pressed and the vibrators deep in your holes start to move faster than before, you can't do anything but gasp suddenly and try in vain to close your knees and ignore the way your body quickly begins to tingle.
"I hate you! I won't... Ngh~" you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning. Whatever Scaramouche had injected you with was causing you to lose your composure fast. And also...become unbelievably overwhelmed with lust.
"Does it feel good? You like the way my toys are fucking that tight little cunt of yours?" He purrs as you feel him spread your knees apart and move to kneel between them. Scaramouche reaches out and pinches one of your nipples. Tugging on the sensitive peak ever so slightly as you squirm and writhe.
"You know, if you stop acting like such a pain in the ass, I could make it all better. Make the uncomfortable feeling in your body go away. Make you want me." You feel him lean in. His lips graze yours as he whispers.
"Why don't we try that kiss again hmm? This time, if you know what's good for you, you won't pull any more foolish stunts."
Before you can respond in any way, Scaramouche's lips are on yours. He moves his free hand to play with your hair as he continues to fondle your breast with the other. After a few seconds he shoves his tongue into your mouth and for a moment you almost falter. You want nothing more than to moan and cry and scream for this man to touch you. To fuck you. But as you suddenly jerk your head away and curse him under your breath, you come back to your right mind and immediately feel violated and enraged over what this lowly bastard is trying to do.
"No! How dare you! Don't touch me!"
You hear him get back to his feet. Feel his sharp and sadistic gaze on you as you are forced to cum again thanks to the toys buried in you still.
"You don't want me to lay my hands on you?" Scaramouche asks in a sinister tone. He chuckles softly.
"Well then, have it your way dear."
You try to kick as you feel him suddenly move close to you again and prick your neck a second time. But he's too fast and far too strong for any normal human to be able to apprehend on their own. And as you feel the new medicine quickly coarse through your veins and cause you to feel drowsy, you swear you hear Scaramouche laughing again and the sound of keys jingling.
You open your eyes sometime later and feel your wrists and head aching. You lift your head as best as you can in your semi-conscious state and realize that you're just dangling from the ceiling with your feet about a foot from the tatami floor beneath you. Your wrists are bound together by a red rope that is attached to a thick wooden rafter high above you. And to make things possibly even more humiliating, one of the ropes was tied carefully through your long hair and was tethered to something in your ass that caused your scalp and asshole to ache every time you tried to move your head or lower body. It was all so uncomfortable and yet you couldn't even adjust yourself without feeling your wrists burn or your hair getting yanked.
"you're finally awake. I was hoping you hadn't gone and died on me before we even got to the best part yet."
Scaramouche strode over to where you were hanging and reached out to feel your wetness. His long slender fingers easily slid into your sopping cunt and began to move. Wiggling around inside and teasing you before he abruptly removes them entirely. Leaving you irritated and slightly disappointed that he had left your aching sex empty again despite how aroused you still were from the earlier injection.
Scaramouche brings his fingers to his lips and grins mischievously as he licks them clean, commenting on how nice you taste as he watches a light blush form on your face.
"What an interesting expression. You want me to play with your cute little pussy more? Too bad. Don't blame me though. I'm simply giving you what you wanted. You don't want me to touch you. Remember?"
You felt burning hot anger suddenly rise within you. He wanted this.
That vile bastard wanted you to beg for him and plead for him to fuck you.
Archons, was he so grossly full of himself.
You grit your teeth and force yourself to glare at Scaramouche as you now struggle to fight the intense and overwhelming feeling of lust that plagued every inch of your hot feeling and quivering form.
"You won't break me you sick fucker!"
Scaramouche raises an eyebrow at your words.
"You think so huh? Well, let's just see."
He moves fast. Too fast.
One second he was standing in front of you and then you blinked and now he was behind you. You heard something big being placed just behind you. Mere inches from your throbbing sex as you hear Scaramouche comment about how he's going to enjoy watching you lose yourself after this and before you can figure out what he's planning, suddenly the sound of a machine buzzing to life fills your ears. Seconds after a thick dildo suddenly forces itself deep into your pussy and begins thrusting. Slowly at first, but after a few seconds it gets faster. You feel the silicone tip pound against your cervix. The thickness fills every inch of you and stretches your pussy to its limit. Making you shudder and finally...moan.
It was accidentally. You immediately regretted it.
But Scaramouche had heard it.
"Oh? Enjoying this are you? You seem to like my toys a lot huh?" You feel him rub his hand across your ass cheek and then squeeze a little.
"What if I were to remove this hook and fill your fat ass with something particularly large instead? Like the one in your cunt. Would you moan? Cry? Beg for more? Or would you continue with this annoying attitude of yours and let me ruin your perfect little holes in the process?"
Scaramouche suddenly slaps your ass hard. Making you whimper a little as you try to close your eyes and regain control. But as you try, suddenly another painful slap stops you.
He continues to spank you several more times before pausing and caressing your sore cheeks with his hands again. After that he began again. Your ass hurt, your pussy clenched and fluttered around the dildo as it thrust in and out of your oversensitive cunt, as the sensation of both pain and pleasure overwhelmed your senses, suddenly you gasp and let out a small whine as you feel yourself squirt.
Scaramouche laughs a little as he finally moves from behind you after that. Staring at you with a smug expression as you go limp while still being fucked by the machine behind you.
"That was quick. Clearly someone enjoyed themselves." He places his hands on either side of your face. The gesture is oddly gentle.
"Just relax. Stop fighting me. I don't want to punish you. It gets boring after a while. But if you continue to defy me, I won't hesitate to remind you of your place." One of his thumbs rubs a tear from your cheek that you weren't even aware had fallen.
"If you give in now, I can make you feel better than any mortal ever could. Don't you want that little bug? Humans like feeling good. Doesn't this all feel uncomfortable? Humiliating? I can make it stop if you just quit resisting." His touch was softer. But Scaramouche had no affection behind those indigo eyes of his as he gazed at you intensely.
You just gave him a look of reluctance as another small moan was forced out of you.
"Looks like you still need some convincing." He lets go of your face and suddenly reaches into the small pouch near his waist to retrieve a small remote. He smirks as he pushes a button and suddenly makes the dildo in your pussy begin to vibrate. He then increases the intensity. Your legs begin to shake as you finally stop trying to stay quiet.
It's too much.
"Fuck! It's hitting so deep! Scaramouche... I can't!" You try to wiggle your hips a little but the hook in your ass suddenly yanks on your hair again and you struggle to remain still.
You just...need more. You need to cum. You can't take this anymore.
Scaramouche unties his belt as he watches the machine continue to ravage you. It drops to the floor and after that you watch as he tugs down his shorts a little and reaches for his cock. He starts jerking off to the sight of you and even presses another button on the remote with his free hand that makes the dildo piston in and out faster.
"If it's too much. Just ask for me instead. Give in. And I'll make it stop." He leans in and kisses you again as he gets off to you. Swallowing your moans and sounds of pleasure as you feel yourself cum again. Finally as you feel another overwhelming wave of pleasure and swear the room sways a little around you as scara backs away, you finally give up.
"Scaramouche please fuck me. I can't stand this anymore! I want...i want your cock in me."
"Are you sure? You don't sound like you do. Maybe if you convince me I'll oblige."
Gods no.
He was making you beg.
You lowered your gaze as you felt your pride wither.
"Please Scaramouche, I don't want this fake cock in me. I want your dick. Please fuck me. Please...i need your big cock in my pussy!"
You don't even realize you're cut free from your binds after you finish pleading until you feel yourself hit the floor.
And feel Scaramouche grabbing your ass from behind.
"Who am I to deny such a needy girl? If you insist then I'll fuck you stupid you pitiful little worm."
He roughly shoves himself into your throbbing core to the hilt. Digging his nails into your hips before fucking hard into you. His movements are quick too. Scarily quick.
You feel yourself turn to jelly in his hold as he slams into your g spot and makes you squeal. You cry out as you feel yourself climax violently and yet he doesn't stop.
You don't want him too either.
"Scaramouche you feel amazing!" You gasp as you feel him reach for a tit and squeeze. His finger teasing the nipple.
"I know sweetheart. Just keep taking it. You feel so tight. Just like I knew you would." He groans before leaning down and wrapping his arms around your middle. Fucking you fast enough to make you scream as you feel yourself squirt again on his thick shaft.
"Fuck I'm gonna keep you. This cunt of yours is perfect." You hear the sound of electro before you feel it as Scaramouche suddenly tightens his hold on you and ejaculates.
A powerful jolt is sent deep into your womb and makes you climax again instantly. You feel a small lingering tingle in your belly and as Scaramouche releases you, you turn over slightly and notice that a strange mark has formed on your lower abdomen. It glows to life as Scaramouche rubs his cock against your slit and after that you feel yourself get excited again despite being beyond exhausted.
You hear him hum a little as he slowly slips into you once more.
"Don't worry about that my little insect. This just shows that you're mine and prevents you from enjoying anyone else. It has some special properties that will affect you but nothing unpleasant."
He begins to thrust again.
"After this, all I need is to knock you up. Shouldn't be too hard now that I gave you that. Then you'll be by my side forever. My pretty little toy~"
You can only feel pleasure as Scaramouche begins to use your pussy again. Deep in the back of your mind there's a small nagging feeling that this is wrong. But how could it be when everything about it just felt so right?
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𧣠remus lupin + "you fell asleep. it wouldâve been cute, if i hadnât been so paranoid you were actually unconscious"! please! đ
thank you for the request lovely! :)
slumber | r.l.
â âYou fell asleep. It wouldâve been cute, if I hadnât been so paranoid you were actually unconscious.â
remus lupin x reader
tw: fluff!
Remus can tell that youâre exhausted simply from your voice when you call out to him. Itâs full of love, as it always is, just a little dimmer than it was when he kissed you goodbye that morning.
You enter the house and kick off your shoes. Remus meets you in the hallway, tugging your coat off for you before pulling you into his arms. You go easily.
âHey, sweet girl.â
âHi,â you mumble, relaxing into him. He splays one hand out between your shoulder blades, the other on the small of your back.
âLong day?â
You make a soft sound halfway between I dunno and mhm. Something in his heart twists when you look up at him, all droopy eyelids and tired smile.
He hums pityingly. âWanna talk about it?â
You shake your head. Remus pecks your forehead before pulling away to take your hands.
âOkay, thatâs okay, sweetheart. Letâs get some food in you.â
Thereâs nothing you can do but nod, but thatâs enough for him. He all but carries you to the kitchen and hoists you up onto the platform.
He manhandles you in the gentlest way, adjusting your too-tired-to-move body until he was certain your head wasnât going to hit anything.
âRemember that book fair Sirius invited me to, said it was full of classics and poetry?â he glances at you as he moves away. You nod.
Remus starts to cut up ingredients, goes through the familiar motions of making your favourite soup. He knows youâre not yourself when youâre tired â on a normal day, youâd be chatting his ear off. Heâll talk for you instead.
â⊠and it turns out he was lying. It was a fucking party, at this huge, loud club. I shouldâve known, really, I mean itâs Sirius weâre talking aboutâŠâ he hopes itâs enough to keep you awake. He isnât usually one for words, but heâd read novels out loud if it meant you were listening.
Remus continues talking, and you really are trying your best to keep up. But your eyelids feel heavy. So heavy.
Maybe he asks you something, you hear the lilt in his voice at the end of his sentence. You donât answer, you canât. Your eyes flutter shut as youâre tugged along by the stream of unconsciousness.
Thereâs a tingling sensation in your brain, like someoneâs pulling your mind out of the depths of sleep. You force your eyes open, squinting as the bright lights of the chandelier in the living room hit your retinas.
âY/n, sweetheart?â
The vivid light is instantly replaced by your boyfriendâs silhouette as he stands over you. You canât make out his expression fully, a mix of relief and bemusement and something else you canât place.
âYouâre up, thank god.â
You blink. âWhat happened?â
Remus gives you a small smile, the skin under his eyes crinkling in slight worry. He helps you up into a sitting position. âYou fell asleep. It wouldâve been cute, if I hadnât been so paranoid you were actually unconscious.â
You let out a huff of laughter. âHow long was I out for?â
âThree hours.â His expression finally lets up a little, less terse. He sits down next to you, giving you a few giggly kisses before pulling you into his side. âI tried to wake you up more than a few times, dove. But you were out cold. I guess you really were tired, huh?â
âI guess so,â you smile.
âYou were,â he grins, rubbing the fat of your arm affectionately. âYou were snoring real loud too.â
âI donât snore!â
âSure, sweetheart,â he dots a kiss on your nose, âWhatever rocks your boat.â
sanâs christmas sleepover
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JUST THE WAY YOU ARE â ìŽ íŹìč
PAiRiNG: bf!heeseung x insecure!fem!reader.
SyNOPSiS: you feel insecure about your body but Heeseung is always there to make you feel better.
WARNiNGS: kissing, skinship, kind of smut, mentions of the female body, insecurities, heeseung is a cutie, nipple sucking,
GeNRa: fluff, smut-ish, established relationship, short drabble.
now playing: just the way you are â bruno mars
Your back was resting in your bed, Heeseung softly on top of you kissing your lips while his hands were roaming all over your body.
Of course youâve make out with him a few times before, but it never have gotten this far.
Your experiences of having sex with past of previous relationships didnât end in the best way possible. Instead of being a beautiful and intimate moment with your partner to express the love you had for each other, it ended up in you crying in your bathroom floor.
we should turn the lights offâŠ
damnâyou have a lot of stretch marks.
you didnât shave? uhâmaybe we should stop.
your ass has a weird shape.
your boobs are too big.
i donât wanna see your belly next time, alright baby?
You were so lost in your own mind that you didnât even notice when Heeseung took your shirt off, leaving only the bra that was covering your breasts and your pants on.
âHeeâŠâ you spoke softly, your forehead resting against his.
âHmm? Are you okay, baby? We can stop if you want, no pressure. Take you time.â he said, his thumb caressing your cheek.
âI justâ are you sure you want to do this?â
âOf course I want to.â Heeseung stoped and sat on the bed, looking directly into your eyes. âWhy wouldnât I be? I love you.â
âI know, I know. Itâs just thatâŠâ you sighted. âI donât want to fuck up this moment because I really love you too, Hee.â
âY/N, baby, itâs okay. Youâre not going to fuck up anything, you can tell me whatever you want.â he took your hand and started kissing your knuckles.
âItâs just thatâBoys have said things, about my body. And I donât want you to think something related to that, you know? I meanâWhat if you think that my belly has a weird shape? Or you see that I have stretch marks on my waist and you donât like them? Orââ
âY/N!â Heeseung spoke, taking your hands between his hands and kissing your forehead. âI love you, okay? I, Lee Heeseung, Love. You.â
âI love your eyes.â he kissed a spot near them. âI love your hair.â then your head. âI love your lips.â he gave you a kiss. âI love every single inch of your body, and thereâs no thing on this Earth that would make me change my mind.â
âYouâre so fucking cute, oh my god.â you pulled him in a hug. no one has ever said such a beautiful thing about your body, and for the first time in a very long journey, you felt comfortable with yourself. âThanks, Hee. I love you.â
âYouâre going to let me take care of you now?â he smirked.
âYeah.â you smiled.
Your boyfriendâs lips were in yours once again, his hands touching your breasts over your lacy bra. He kissed your lips, your cheeks, your jaw and slowly getting down your neck. Your bra was now discarded somewhere on your room floor, and Heeseungâs kisses were slowly getting down to your tits.
âSo perfect⊠So fucking perfect.â he murmured between kisses.
His mouth went to one of your nipples, sucking the bud softly and kissing it here and there. Your other nipple was between Heeseungâs fingers, who was pinching it to give you the perfect amount of pleasure. He then went to your other nipple, taking care of it like he did before.
Heeseung took his shirt off to now focus on trailing a path of kisses from the between of your breasts to where your pants started. He took them down a little bit, revealing your stretch marks on the side of your waist. He started to kiss them, every single stretch mark or imperfection visible in your body was getting touch by your boyfriendâs sweet and loving lips.
âYouâre the most beautiful woman on the entire earth.â
He got up and went to your kiss your lips again, a gesture of reassurance telling you he loved you and every single part of you.
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Merry Christmas, guys!!! Ok, so this is a day early, but I wanted to say thanks to you all with a feel-good follow-up to my Game Night fic! So, here: a Christmas Eve sleepover with the boys, and theyâre on their VERY best behaviour this time, I promise đ
The Night Before Christmas
L&DS Boys X Reader
(Recommended to read this fic first, if you haven't already!)
Summary: Itâs time to get the gang back together!!!
Genre: Fluff + humour
Warnings/Additional Tags: gn!reader, kinda poly? but mostly platonic, a lil bit of wholesome intimacy, one particularly suggestive joke from Sylus (he canât help himself), also probably needs another proofread but my eyes are tired đ
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âRight! Letâs try this again.â
You glance around your living room with your hands on your hips, channelling your inner Captain Jenna as you fight to suppress flashbacks that verge on traumatic.
Some of this is exactly the same as last time. Sylus is sprawled in the same spot on your couch, looking inordinately pleased with himself for someone who has only just arrived. The very image of smugness; you immediately suspect that something is horribly wrong, or on track to go horribly wrong. You glance to the other couch, where Xavier and Rafayel sit, equally braced for your presentation. Neither one has been teleported to the roof of your building.
Sylus is reading your relief, and he gives you an exclusive smile, as if to say: yet.
Try not to think about it.
You stand by a large drawing padâ currently flipped closed to create a suspense that only Xavier has bought into. He gives you an eager nod, the blue of his eyes warm and encouraging.
The faces around you havenât changed, but your little apartment has. Strings of twinkling lights run around your walls, casting faint, festive glows. Thereâs frost on your windows. Littered everywhere are ornaments: small, glittery birds and wintery creatures. Lots of snowman plushies, courtesy of a few, dedicated arcade expeditions with your favourite doctor.
New season, new start.
âWe all remember how this went last time,â you push on finally. âMistakes were made. Shit happened. Whateverâ weâre not gonna dwell on it.â
Sylus lifts his hand. âI, for one, would enjoy a reminder of said mistakes.â
âMotion denied,â you dismiss with a grin and a customer-service enthusiasm that screams: donât fuck with me right now. Sylusâs eyes sparkle, like embers anxious to become something brighterâ more destructive. Donât think about it. âIt wasnât my fault. You outnumbered me four-to-one that night, which is why my first order of business today is to appoint a co-host.â
Rafayelâs hand shoots into the air. You look at him incredulously. Zayne is stood beside you, his arms folded, and everyone else in the room has connected those particular dots.
âItâs Zayne, Rafayel,â you sigh.Â
âWhat?!â He sits up straighter. âWhy him?! What are his qualifications, huh? His credentials?â
âIâve never set the kitchen on fire,â Zayne says.
The artist scoffs, adds under his breath: âTurned it into an ice rink, though.â
Thereâs a chuckle from Sylus, and a part of you feels bad, pitting Zayne against the others like this. But heâs not alone. He has you, just you, so you should probably do something. âThat actually brings me really nicely to my next point, Raf, thank you.â
Unexpected praise. Rafayel stutters, a faint blush to his cheeks, and you take full advantage of having staggered him. âZayne, do you wannaâŠ?â
âOf course.â The dark-haired man adjusts his glasses, then addresses the rest of the room. âIn the interest of everyoneâs safety, we have devised a few rules to be adhered to for the rest of the evening. These will be enforced by a point system, which we will record⊠here.â
He flips the drawing pad open, and a blank table fills the top half of the page. Each quarter has been assigned a name. âBasicallyââ you gesture to itâ âthree strikes and youâre out.â
None of your guests look perturbed by this.
âThe first rule is simple,â Zayne explains, pulling away a strip of paper from the bottom of the page, then reading the writing underneath: âNo unauthorised use of Evols.â
Rafayelâs hand shoots up again. You tilt your head at it. âYes, Raf?â
âOk, so what if thereâs a power-cut or something? Lights are out. Heatingâs out. Big disaster, yeah? Youâre saying I couldnâtâ?â He clicks his fingers, spawning a small flame.
âWe would use my Evol,â Xavier says with the gentle authority he uses to steer civilians away from a Wanderer incursion. âItâs safer.â
The flame is snuffed out. Rafayel huffs: âDonât you use it to, like, kill things?â
âYeahâŠâ Xavier shrugs. âBad things.â
âSecond rule!â you chime. Â
âSecond rule,â Zayne echoes, peeling back the next strip of paper. Thereâs absolutely no showmanship, nor energy at all as he continues, âNo unauthorised sarcasm.â
Another hand raises. âWhat would be authorised sarcasm?â Xavier asks, squinting as though he canât quite figure it out on his own.
You purse your lips in thought. âIf it makes me laugh?â
Rafayel is stroking his chin, his eyes narrowed, because heâs also thinking. âHigh risk, high reward,â he muses, and you shoot him a smile.
This is going better than you thought it would, actually. If you were to turn a few more pages of the drawing pad, you would see crude illustrations of the worst-case scenarios youâd sketched out for Zayne earlier. Thereâs one where Rafayel is trying to strangle Sylus with Christmas lights. Thereâs another where Zayne has turned you all into snowmen.
Donât get ahead of yourself, though. The evening is young, and the snowman scenario is still very much on the table.
Culprit of about ninety percent of your nightmarish visions and drawingsâ Sylus has been unnervingly silent. You meet eyes with him, an inherent mistrust in your gaze. The success of this sweet, humble Christmas Eve hinges on you figuring out what heâs here for. His agenda. His ulterior motives.
What does he want from tonight? He smirks at you. Youâre vaguely competent, and you can figure it out without him holding your hand, canât you?
That reminds you of something. âZayne.â You jostle your co-host by his arm. âDo the last rule!â
Youâre excited about the last rule.
Zayne isnât; he hesitates. âThe last ruleâŠâ He rubs at the back of his neck. âItâs⊠itâs only applicable to you, Sylus.â
Sylus is now also excited about the last rule. You can tell from the way his lips part, for a second, like he wants to tell you just how flattered he is you spend so much of your time thinking about him.
You put Zayne out of his misery, tearing the final strip of paper away from the pad. The paper flutters to the ground like a very plain snowflake, and you wiggle your fingers, adorning the final rule with a touch of pizazz:
No smirking, sass, or general smugness.
A corner of Sylusâs mouth lifts. âBelieve it or not, kitten, your little point system doesnât scare me.â
You pick up the pen and score a mark under his name.
âOh no,â he mutters lifelessly.
âSarcasm!â Rafayel coughs.
Youâre well ahead of him, already turning to make another mark. âGods,â you hear Sylus grimace, not much more than a whisper, âyouâre such a boy scout.â
Thereâs a snort from Rafayel. âSorry, say that again? I couldnât hear you over the sound of you totally getting kicked out of here.â
âSarcasm,â Sylus says.
âWait, I didnât meanâ no!â
You giggle as you issue Rafayelâs first strike, and he groans behind you, slumping down in his seat. When you turn back around, his face is buried in his hands.
Sylus is smirking again, but the expression drops the moment he senses your gaze. You both know whatâs at stake here. Back in the N109 Zone, Luke and Kieran are lamenting the fact that youâve stolen their leaderâ itâs not very Christmassy of you, after all. There were a lot of things they wanted to do with him. Snowball fights, presents, and a heist that required disguises: Santa and his two, hard-working elves. They already have the suit, custom-made for him.
So here is the big, bad boss of Onychinus, hiding in your apartment, and definitely not smirking.
You pop the lid back onto your pen, then post it into your pocket like youâre holstering an all-powerful weapon. Thatâs one point to you and Zayne, and zero points to Sylus, thank you very much.
âŠ
âWhat are you doing?â
Sylus sighs, evading a furious lilac gaze while he focuses on the task at hand. Freshly escaped from you and the doctorâs terrifying lecture, heâs making the most of his liberty.
âWhat I am doing,â he mumbles, tying string around a sprig of mistletoe, âis between me and our charming host. Run along, little artist.â He tightens the knot. âThis doesnât concern you.â
Rafayel crosses his arms, his eyes dark. âYouâre cheating.â
âHa.â Sylus spares him a glance out of pity. âYouâre jealous.â
âAm not.â
He definitely is, but Sylus doesnât have time for this game. He can hear you in your bedroom, rooting around for the phone charger youâd vanished in search of. Your door isnât closed, but itâs closed enough. You canât see him. He canât see you. What a perfect opportunity.
âGive it to me,â Rafayel saysâ an interruption that warrants a roll of the eyes.
âNo.â
âGive itââ the artist starts again, then makes a grab for the mistletoe. Now thatâs jealousy. He could incinerate the plant with a click of his fingers, but no, he wants it. Covets it.
Sylus chuckles quietly, his arm stretching up: holding the mistletoe out of an ever-more desperate reach.
To Rafayelâs credit, he persists. He goes up on his toes, tugging at the older manâs sleeve to try and drag the mistletoe closer. The plant evaporates in a swirl of dark energy the second he succeeds. It materialises behind Sylusâs back, in his other hand, and Rafayel realises instantly. He tries to stretch his arms around him. To take it from him.
âAbsolutely not!â
Sylusâs fingers are suddenly empty. Mistletoe-less. He turns reluctantly, still holding Rafayel back.
You stand at your wide-open door, one hand on your hips and the other clutching his confiscated item. Youâre frowning. Tapping your foot. Your lips are pursed adorably.
âWhat a coincidence, kitten,â Sylus smiles, and behind him, Rafayel pokes his tongue out, overcome with nausea. âI was just thinking about you.â
âClearly.â You jostle the mistletoe, looking⊠disappointed? Huh. âNever thought Iâd catch you indulging an old cliche.â
Sylus shrugs charmingly, like a cat performing a leisurely stretch after toppling a vase from a very high shelf.
âGive me the rest of it,â you command.
âHmm?â
âThe back-up mistletoe, Sy. Iâm not an idiot.â
Sylus scoffs, but you do have him wrapped oh so prettily around your finger. He rolls his neck, stalling. If giving up were a slope, he would already be a heap at the bottom of it, but he doesnât really mind. Three more sprigs of mistletoe appear from thin air, dropping into your open hands.
âHonestly, Sylus,â you groan, stepping past him. Then you thrust the plants to the artistâs chest. âBurn these, Raf.â Youâre dusting your hands down as you walk away.
Sylus frowns. Thatâs neither ideal nor part of the plan.
Rafayel is looking at him, telling him with gloating silence that thereâs no playing diplomat, hereâ no negotiating the return of the hostages. That bridge has beenâ rather fittinglyâ burned. The mistletoe turns slowly to ash: darkened by licks of flame that curl with the eager spite of their masterâs lips.
It would be beautiful if it wasnât so damned inconvenient. When the fireâs had its fun, one sprig of mistletoe remains, rich green and ivoryâ wholly untouched. Youâre across the room, talking to Zayne, so Rafayel smirks in triumph. Tucks his prize into his pocket.
Sylusâs heart sinks with it, but he still smiles back.
âŠ
Rafayel isnât looking too good.
Well, the Rafayel is looking fine, but your Rafayel? Not so much. You steal a glance at the artist across the cluttered kitchen island; heâs sat, leaning, propped up on his elbows, his eyes glazedâ heâs clearly away with the fishies. He catches you staring. Gives you a wink.
You glance down at the gingerbread man youâve been decorating: the blue-pink of his iced eyes, and the mess of purple hair, at least three shades too dark. Oh, godsâ probably a million shades too dark through the gaze of a Lemurian. At least the outfit is cute? Youâve recreated Rafayelâs signature cardigan. The plaid pattern isnât quite straight, but that was a⊠deliberate choice. This is your interpretation of his cardigan, and you wanted it to reflect its owner. A little all over the place, but still, you love it. Even when itâs coming undone, it keeps you warm.
âWould you like to go next?â
Zayne is talking to you, smiling at you. He was the first to reveal his gingerbread creation: a miniature Xavier that was surprisingly true to life. Your hunting partner had almost glowed with delight, while you were dark with jealousy. The biscuit sits before you all, boasting details that could only be achieved with an exceedingly steady hand.
Worse: Rafayelâs gingerbread is next to it, stupidly, predictably perfect. Itâs Zayne. Itâs really Zayne, from the sweep of black hair to the hazel eyes; how on earth did he manage to make that colour? The tiny doctor is dressed in his lab coat, sporting his badge and a pocketful of even tinier pens and medical instruments. Thereâs⊠shading? Ugh, you can see the creases in the fabric.
âUmm⊠sure, I can go next,â you mumble.
It was just your luck, pulling Rafayelâs name out of that hat. Sheepishly, you move aside the cookbook youâd stood to guard your project from any prying eyes. Your gingerbread is nudged forwards.
âThatâs me!â Rafayel exclaims.
âYeahâŠâ you confirm half-heartedly. âSorry, I know itâs not great, but Iââ
Lack the skill of a celebrity artist, or the steady hands of a cardiac surgeon? You have no idea which exact pool of self-pity your sentence was set on drowning within, but it doesnât matter. Rafayel has plucked your gingerbread up for a closer look, and his smile is enormous. âThis is amazing!â
âYou donât have toââ
âThatâs my cardigan!â Heâs crashing the pity party again. âAnd look at my eyesâ the colours! This little guy is so handsome, yeah? You really did me justice, cutie. Look at him!â
He holds the gingerbread up to his face, trying to match its two-dimensional grin. He looks around for affirmation, and itâs just his luck, because is a single man at this table ever going to insult your hard work?
âThe eyes are amazing,â Xavier enthuses. âLike the sky at sunset. Who knew my partner was so talented?â
âI did,â Rafayel chirps happily.
Xavier frowns. âNo, it was rhetoriâ never mind.â He smiles at you. Rolls with it. âI knew too, by the way.â
âAs did I,â Zayne adds.
Everyone looks at Sylus, who shrugs a shoulder and says, âIt was up for debate.â
âCan we please move onto the next person?â you press. This is all too much attention. âSylus, can you⊠please?â
He does like it when you beg, but he likes it even more when he can play knight in shining armour. âMy pleasure, sweetie.â
For a man whose creative side is mostly indulged by vintage gun restorations, he reveals his gingerbread with a staggering amount of confidence. Itâs placed at the centre of the kitchen island, where you all stare down at it. Its hair is snow-white, and its eyes: blood-red.
âThatâsâŠâ Zayne begins.
âThatâs you, Sylus!â you take-over, voice shrill with betrayal. âYou were supposed to say something if you picked yourself! And youâ wait, what areâŠ?â There are distinct lines over the gingerbreadâs midriff. It dawns on you: âAre those abs?!â
Sylus shrugs again.
âThey so are!â You snatch up the biscuit, standing to wave it in Sylusâs face like a crime-scene photo. âWhereâs his shirt, huh?â
âHe lost it.â
âBullshit!â you snap. This gingerbread competition had come with its own set of rules, one of which was very clearly: âNothing obscene! I said nothing obscene, Sylus!â Â
He leans away from you with a tut. âItâs tasteful, sweetie. The artist will tell you.â
âThe artist is staying out of this,â Rafayel murmurs, off to your side.
Sylus crosses his arms, regardless, as though his case has been made. You cross your arms too.
âCan I show you my gingerbread now?â Xavier asks, and his tone is deceivingly soft: a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back.
You release the tension in your body with a sigh, then set the gingerbread down so you canât throw it at Sylusâs un-smug face (which heâs been very careful about.) âOf course, Xavier,â you smile, slinking back onto your stool. You can throw something at Sylus later. âOoh, is it me? It has to be me, right?â
Xavier chuckles awkwardly. âItâs you. I donât think itâs very good, though.â
âShow me!â you insist.
The final cookbook is removed, and Xavier unveils his hard work. You clamp a hand to your mouth.
You donât have a single word for what youâre looking atâ only laughter, and you canât let yourself laugh, no matter what. If that gingerbread is you? Then itâs a you whoâs been torn apart by Wanderers, at least seven consecutive times. Your face is a swirl of colours and featuresâ you think Xavier must have tried to wipe it off to start again, more than once, but it hasnât worked.
The gingerbread has been broken, too. Three of the four limbs, to be exact, and that you could forgive, but⊠did he have to use dark red icing to glue them back on? It drips out of the joins messily, almost making you wince.
Everyone is silent.
âA perfect likeness,â says Sylus.
You burst out laughing, and the moment you do, Rafayelâs right there with you. Even Sylus cavesâ itâs one of the most sincere laughs youâve ever heard from him. There are tears in your eyes; you canât help it. Zayne is the strongest of you, but even the tight line of his mouth quivers. Heâs biting his lip.
But itâs fine. Xavier is laughing, too. âI said it wasnât very good!â
âXavier!â you wheeze. You canât even look at him. Your stomach hurts. âWhat⊠what happened to me?!â
âWhat do you mean?â he practically giggles.
âWhat do I mean?â you repeat, and it tips you into another breathless bout of laughter. You go to point at the gingerbreadâ all the explanation you needâ but it almost kills you. You really canât breathe. After half a minute, you try again. âI look like Iâve been in an accident!â
âHere,â Rafayel grins, and he slides the Doctor Zayne gingerbread over to poor, suffering gingerbread you.
âAww!â you smile, having finally caught your breath.
Wordlessly, Zayne retrieves his likenessâ pulling it away from yours. You frown at him, as confused and wounded as Xavier apparently imagines you. âEven I have my limits,â the doctor shrugs.
Thatâs it. Youâre gone again, your sides aching as your whole body shakes with laughter. Itâs too much. Gods, itâs too much. Youâre gonna need another minute.
âŠ
âI canât believe you made you.â
Itâs been fifteen or so minutes, and you toy with Sylusâs gingerbread counterpart, pinching his hands between your thumbs and forefingersâ making him walk (well, penguin waddle) across the kitchen island.
âBelieve it, sweetie,â Sylus huffs with a smile.
âIs this really how you see yourself?â
Before you can walk the gingerbread any further, his creator plucks him up by his head, away from your reaching fingers. âItâs how I think you should see me,â he chuckles. He holds the gingerbread out to you. Wiggles it. âFor your eyes only, kitten.â
âExcept the other guys saw itââ
âShhhh, shh shh!â In his haste to silence you, he almost pushes the gingerbread to your lips.
You glare at him. Complain from behind it: âGet your shirtless abs out of my face, Sylus.â
âMake me.â
You snatch the gingerbread, pinning it down on the counter. âKeep pushing your luck, Sy. Wanna see whatâll happen?â
He absolutely does, and his eyes glint with mirth as you reach for a near-empty bowl of crimson icing. You scrape some of it up with a discarded teaspoon, then let it drip generously over his gingerbread. It takes a few, long seconds to really cover him in it. To make him look as fatally tragic as gingerbread you.
âHere,â you say, dropping the spoon in a bowl with a satisfied clink. You hold out the gingerbread. âThisâll be you when Iâm done with you.â
Sylus regards it for a moment, his eyebrow quirked. Then his eyes find your gingerbread likeness. âWant to see what youâll look like when Iâm done with you?â
His hand goes out for the bowl of red icing, except⊠it goes past the bowl of red icing, and lands on a tube of white icing instead. He holds it up with a smile.
âInappropriate.â
The tube is swept out of his fingers, and he blinks at the empty space, legitimately surprised.
âIt was snow, doctor,â he remarks bitterly, once heâs recovered from the second ambush of the evening. He glances over his shoulder. âFrom a snowball fight?â
âSure it was,â Zayne mutters, already turning back to the bowl heâs washing in the sink.
Sylus is frowning, affronted, but the expression softens when youâre filling his gaze again. You: your hands on your mouth, so close to spilling laughter. âOooooh,â you tease with a secretive sing-song voice, âyou got in trouble!â
He wrinkles his nose like âtroubleâ is an insult. It sets you off sniggering uncontrollably.
âWhat did I miss?â
Itâs Xavier, back from the lounge.
âNothing,â Sylus answers.
âHe got in trouble!â you counteract with a not-at-all quiet whisper. Â
You earn a glare from the criminal, and a little laugh from the hunter. âThird-strike trouble?â the latter enquires. He might have handcuffs on stand-by; it wouldnât surprise you.
âNot yet,â you grin cheerfully. Â
Zayne sets a plate on the drying rack. âGive it time.â
âŠ
âI donât think we have enough, sweetie,â Sylus quips, peeking over the stack of blankets youâve piled high on his arms.Â
What was it Rafayel said? High risk, high reward? You mercifully chuckle. Your arms are wrapped around three, plush cushionsâ the last of your sleepover supplies. Snacks? Are ready. Guests? Havenât killed each-other yet. You toe open your bedroom door, shouldering the rest of the way through with your missing puzzle pieces of luxury.
âOh, nice!â someone exclaims from the kitchen. Xavier is watching you, starry-eyed, and his cheeks are full; heâs midway through a cookie.
Sylus steps through the door behind you, issuing a faint noise of disgust. He sounds like heâs being attacked by a bug, so you turn around, ready to leap to the rescue. Heâs stood within the door frame, eyes cast upwards to where a sprig of mistletoe hangs on the end of a string. Itâs swaying gently; he must have caught his head on it. You frown, lips parted. He was with you the whole time you were looting your bedroom. When did heâŠ? How did heâŠ?
He looks down at you, the mistletoe still hovering above him. You raise an eyebrow, waiting for the inevitable joke, or the even more inevitable invitation.Â
âIâŠâ he starts gingerly, âI didnâtâŠâÂ
Oh. Heâs just as confused as you are, and itâs⊠really cute. Heâs lost for wordsâ the man who came here with not one, but four sprigs of mistletoe. The man who threatened your gingerbread with white icing. The man whoâs spent the entire evening thinking about how he wants to be close to you.
Sylus laughs, but itâs full of nervousness. âItâs alright,â he says, âyou donât have toââ
You tilt him towards you, your hand on his shoulder and cushions around your feet. âMerry Christmas, Sy,â you murmur, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Itâs warm on your lips.
His eyes flutter closed. âMerry Christmas,â he breathes, barely more than a whisper.Â
You hum contentedly as you pull away from him. When his eyes reopen, theyâre warm with a nostalgia you cannot explain, but you can feel, tooâ so inexplicably. His gaze is blood-red, but it makes you think of flowers.Â
What a funny feeling. It strikes you a lot, nowadays, and not just with the man in front of you.Â
Speaking of the others, you glance towards your lounge. Xavier is telling Zayne a story, and Rafayel is watching you from over the back of the sofaâ turning away when you spot him. Thatâs one mystery solved. You collect the cushions from the floor, sparing Sylus a smile before you meander back to your party. The coffee tableâs a banquet of sweet, sugary snacks, so you carefully skirt past it.
Xavierâs hands grab at air. You laugh and toss him a cushion. âThanks,â he grins.Â
âHereâ your favourite.â Zayne is pointing at your freshly-filled mug, and you grin your own thank you as you settle down next to him.Â
Sylus soon arrives too, handing out blankets, and for all the eveningâs animosity, he gets a grateful smile for each. He sits down next to Xavier, and itâs odd, you know? Youâve slain Wanderers, saved lives with every person around you. Youâve seen them bleed and kill.
Theyâre all wrapping themselves up, like snuggly little Christmas presents. Xavierâs managed to collect another cushionâ from Zayne, maybe?â and heâs practically building a fort on his side of the couch. Some of it infringes on Sylusâs space, and you notice him notice, but he doesnât say a word. Oblivious, tucked under two blankets, Xavierâs already looking sleepy.Â
Someoneâs making less of an effort to get comfortable. On the other side of you, Rafayel sits, uncharacteristically quiet. He hasnât met your eyes since you sat down. You remember him, watching you under the mistletoe from across the room, and the thought has you leaning in closer.Â
âThat was sweet of you,â you whisper, even though he disobeyed you.Â
âDonât know what youâre talking about,â he shrugs.
But he does, so you kiss his cheek, ever so fondly, with that funny feeling in your chest again. Itâs the first time, but it doesnât strike you as such. Uncharted waters, a foreign landâ when have I been here before?
Rafayel has relaxed: sunken deep into the sofa and the security of your touch. You smile, pulling his blanket up higher around himâ tighter around himâ until heâs as much of a cocoon as everyone else. His lips curve with a smile of surrender, ever-willingly captured. Silly fish.Â
You draw away from him, readjusting in your seat until youâre cuddled up next to Zayne. You donât see the wink Rafayel shoots Sylus, or the look of begrudging respect in the latterâs red eyes.Â
âAre you comfortable?â Zayne asks, head angling towards yours.Â
Co-host to co-host. âYeah.â You snuggle closer to him. âThis is kinda perfect, isnât it?â He feels cold, despite his Sylus-issued blanket, so you lend him part of yours.
âNo,â he confers softly, distractedly.Â
âNo?â
âNo.â He gives you a look, and you know it as intimately as the chill of his hands and the warmth of his heart. His âI know something that you donâtâ look. Sure enough, he says: âI think itâs missing something.âÂ
On the other sofa, Xavier is beaming at you, having caught onto your conversation. Itâs suspiciousâ harmless conspiracy, surprise-party sort of suspicious, but your pulse still picks up.Â
âClose your eyes,â Zayne instructs.Â
And you do, without question. Darkness, yes, but youâre under his care, arenât you? Thereâs no anxiousness in your excitement, just trust for the man who was looking out for you long before he was your doctor. Your hands are over your eyes and youâre younger, again, playing hide-and-seek, again.
Zayneâs is a familiarity you can place. A nostalgia built on memories, not reveries.
Something icy touches your hand, then melts without any resistance.Â
âOpen,â Zayne prompts, leaning against you to stir you.Â
Your apartment has changed again. The lights are all out, save for the fairy lights. The spectrum of colours flicker from the walls and the tree, catching on tiny, white specs in the air. Snowflakes are drifting down, impossibly. Falling, dancingâ maybe a bit of both. You look up and some land on your face, cold with their kisses. You giggle in delight.Â
Everyoneâs gaze is on the ceiling: sapphire, emerald, amethyst, ruby. It ought to be dark. Instead, an entire night sky fills the space above you, scattered with thousands of stars. Every pinprick is deliberate. Meticulously placed. There are constellationsâ infinite patterns that transcend every life you mightâve lead, and every life youâll ever lead (if you believe in that sort of thing.)
Xavier glances at you, and you forgo the spell of his masterpiece so that you can glance back. Snowflakes are in his hair, dusting him with sparkles. He smiles in a way you think could defy lifetimes, too.Â
âThis is⊠really something,â Sylus says, and thereâs not a hint of sarcasm.Â
Itâs everything. The stars, brighter for darkness. The snow, only novel in warmth. These things donât always workâ theyâll undo each-other, overpower each-other, but thereâs an ultimate balance, in-between every conflict. An occasional harmony, and itâsâŠÂ
Perfect.Â
Rafayel scoots close to you. âWas this authorised?â he whispers.Â
You look over to the point board, where there are first strikes beneath Zayne and Xavierâs names, and you donât know how long theyâve been there.Â
âNo,â you laugh tenderly. âNo, it wasnât.â
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