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City Pigeons Bleed Green : Part 23
The cheerful bell rang a familiar chime as Damian opened the door to his favorite animal shelter. The scent of fur, pet food, and antiseptic was as comforting as it was potent. Damian watched Danny closely out of the corner of his eye. The other boyâs nose wrinkled, but he looked around the front room curiously.
âDamian! I wasnât expecting you today,â Ms. Lacey said as she popped out of the back room, summoned by the chime.
âMs. Laceyâ was their compromise. Damian had refused to simply refer to the woman by her first name and in turn, Ms. Lacey refused to give Damian her last name. It had been supremely frustrating. Now it was almost akin to game or inside joke between them. It was nice.
She brushed the riot of curls (blue this month) out of her face and looked at the group that had entered the shelter curiously.
Damian knew they were a bit of a sight. Danny was still swathed in a number of bandages and, now out of the apartment, looked a moment away from running. Because of that, Jason basically loomed over Danny and Damian as if he could keep the world at bay.
(He might just be able to manage to.)
âNo. It is not one of my normal service days, however, I am not here to volunteer,â Damian said, his tone almost apologetic. âI have brought Danielââ
âDanny.â
ââto see if there is a pet that would suit him.â
âHi, Danny,â Ms. Lacey said and leaned forward onto the counter.
Danny shied back into Jasonâs space. He clutched a little tighter at the backpack that his bear was safely stashed in. Cass had thought it might be good for Danny to be able to take the bear discreetly with him as he seemed rather attached to it. Considering the tracker in the bear, everyone quickly helped make that happen.
âHi Lacey,â Danny replied softly.
Ms. Lacey leaned back, her smiled now twinged with just a little bit of sadness. Damian had seen her look abused animals the same way. âDo you know what type of animal you might be interested in, Danny?â
âI was thinking a cat or dog?â The words were more a question than a statement. âSomeone that can sit with me.â
âThatâs a good start. That could also be rabbits, but if theyâre going to be living at the manor,â Ms. Lacey glanced briefly at Damian for a confirming nod, âthen a rabbit might not work the best. A cat has the advantage that it would be indoors and doesnât need as much effort depending on the animalâs age. But you might want a dog to walk! Why donât we get you into the kitten room to start, because thatâs a great time no matter what.â
When Danny glanced from Ms. Lacey to Damian to Todd, Todd gave a little nod. Danny tightened the hold on his backpack, took a breath, and gave a little nod.
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âOkay, this is pretty great,â Danny said as he pried a tiny orange and white ball of fluff off his shoulder and set the little guy back down with his siblings.
Immediately the kitten was pounced by the black kitten and had his ears chewed on.
âKittens might be too much energy for me though,â Danny admitted. He had a feeling heâd never have the type of energy he used to again. He wasnât sure if that was from his death or⌠everything else.
âThey are a great deal of work,â Damian agreed. His own lap was full of peacefully sleeping kittens.
Danny was a little jealous. He caught the grey kitten who looked more like a a dust bunny as it romped past.
âWhat if I donât find a pet today?â
âThen we will go somewhere else. This is not the only shelter in the city,â Damian said.
The straightforward certainty that Damian had about the world was something Danny had come to appreciate over the last several days of knowing Damian. The fear was still there. Danny didnât know if it would ever go away, but he could ignore it now. Sometimes it was hardly even background noise.
Danny was used to having a brain full of static.
âIt will be fine, Brother,â Damian said when Danny didnât respond.
Brother. Damian insisted on using that instead of his name, but Danny figure that was because Damian didnât have a last name to call him like all the others. Bruce was simply âFatherâ too. Maybe it was about Wayne then? But Danny wasnât Daniel Wayne. He was just Danny⌠no one.
âYeah,â Danny made himself respond so that Damian didnât get worried. For all that Damian tried to be aloof he really was worse than even Dick.
âIf a kitten would be too much, what do you think of an adult cat?â
Danny looked down at the little slip of a kitten in his hands. It was so tiny. âI think letâs start with dogs. Something not so small and⌠breakable.â
Damian nodded and started to divest himself of cats. âI have heard the vets âjokeâ that kittens will heal from anything. One could toss a kitten and its missing foot in a cage and it would reattach. I suggest we do not try it.â
âNo,â Danny said in horror. âWe are very much not trying that, what the hell.â
âWhat is what I said.â Despite having to deal with many more kittens, Damian was up first and offering Danny his hand. âCome, Brother.â
Danny took the hand, stood, and still had one last kitten to pull off of of his jeans where it clung with this sharp, sharp claws.
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AN: I was able to give this a read through finally, so have the first bit of this chapter! Because who doesn't want Danny and Damian surrounded by adorable kittens?
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DADDY?
SUMMARY: Your girlfriend is coming home after a music tour and she's mad. Maybe if you get down on your knees and be a good girl, she'll feel better? Â
pairing: billie eilish x !fem readerÂ
WARNINGS: smut, !daddy dom billie, !sub reader, strap (r receiving), oral (r/billie receiving), daddy kink, pet names (princess, daddys girl, angel ect), orgasm control, begging, shes going crazyÂ
wc: 2.6kÂ
a/n: ik you saw it before but donât mind. still apologize for the mistakes in the text, english is not my first language, enjoyyyÂ
music: angel â massive attackÂ
You were all alone at home, standing in front of the mirror completely naked. You loved looking at your body after a shower. Droplets of water flowed beautifully over your soft skin, your hair lay on your shoulders, your collarbones bulged slightly. Your body was very beautiful. And it wasn't just you who thought so. That's what the one for whom you spent an hour in the bathroom taking care of your body thought. The one for whom you are currently looking for the most beautiful set of underwear in your closet. A red lace one that barely covered your bodyâs private parts. Billie adored it. It was his absolute favorite. Just like you. In addition to your underwear, you put on a satin black dressing gown. It was short. It was driving Billy crazy. Â
As for Billie, she was on her music tour for a few weeks, and you were so proud of her that you just couldn't help but give her a treat after a good job. You both knew who her treat was. You were ready to give yourself to her completely. Do whatever she wants, like you usually do. Like a good girl. You know she misses your perfect body like crazy. It's driving her crazy. Every time she comes home after a tour, she takes you as greedily and dirty as she can. And you will both enjoy this hunger for each other. Every week spent apart felt like sweet torture. Like thoughts of each other's warmth. Â
You tried not to think about the morning photo she sent you anymore. It was just her hands with the caption âYou can't even imagine what pleasure these hands will give you tonight.â It made you weak at the knees, the needy girl you've always been with Billy. You expected her to just come home hungry and playful, as she always was, but... Â Â
When your phone started ringing, you smiled. You knew who the call was from. âHi, my loveâ Your voice was soft, but playful at the same time. âAre you feeling well?â The voice on the other end of the phone was cold and harsh. You heard the noise of her car. She was on her way home. Â
âYes, I'm fine, and you?â You felt a little uneasy when your beloved wasn't as soft as usual. Your voice was quieter, and Billie noticed it, but she didn't care right now. âI'll be home in 20 minutes. Angel, i'm in a terrible mood, so you won't get off with one orgasm. Put on my favorite and no makeupâ Her words hit down your stomach, making you sigh softly. She returns from the tour angry for the first time.Â
âNo makeup? Why?â You sounded quieter than usual, but now not out of concern, but out of desire. âBecause your face will be buried in the mattress while I fuck you. And I promise that you will cry with pleasure.â She was growling into the phone, imagining this beautiful picture. You were ready to whine. Billie could always say something that would just fold you in half. âGood...â You mumbled softly as you hung up the phone. The knot in your stomach has already started to tighten. You just had to wait for your girlfriend to arrive as soon as possible.  Â
To somehow brighten up the wait, you closed the curtains in your bedroom and turned on the pale red backlight. You applied her favorite perfume to your body and fixed your hair for the last time. And no makeup. You took off your dressing gown when you heard the front door open. She came. Â
You went downstairs quickly to see your girlfriend. She looked wild, tired, and very sexy. Her hair was slightly disheveled. She wore a âMisfitsâ shirt and black wide-leg jeans with her favorite belt. You just knew what was underneath them. Â
âHi babe.â You walked up to Billie, swinging your hips, your arms wrapped around her neck as her hands gripped your waist. âYou know how to please me. Good girl,â Billie changed your position, pressing you against a cold wall, you sighed. You were literally purring, pressing your body against hers. You felt the bulge against her pants and rubbed against it. Desire was written on Billie's face. âBedroom. Now,â Those words were enough for you to take her by the hand and take her to the second floor. Billie was pleasantly surprised when she saw what your bedroom looked like. She loved it when you were preparing for her arrival. Â
âI can't take it anymore if you rock your ass like that.â She hugged you to her, putting her hands on your ass, squeezing it. You giggled softly. âI don't want you to be patient. You can take whatever you want.â Your girlfriend was clearly pleased with your answer. âSit on the bed, let me do something.â Billie was a little worried when you told her to do it, but she obediently sat on the edge of the bed, looking at you. Â
âThat's it...â You smiled as you approached Billie. You knelt between her legs, resting your head on her hip. âLook at meâ You whispered as your hands reached for her belt. You bit your lip, slowly getting rid of it. The way Billie trembled under your touch made you wet. You ran your lips over the fabric of her jeans, finding the fly of her jeans. You undid it with your teeth, without taking your eyes off Billy's eyes. She was going crazy. Her hands were crumpling the sheets, and her eyes were running from your mouth to your eyes. You saw her despair.Â
âSuch a dirty girl...â She whispered, running her hand through your hair. âFor you, daddy.â That name made her eyes roll back in her head. You felt proud. You pulled her jeans down to her ankles, then her panties, exposing yourself to a big red dick. This strap was your favorite. âFuck...â You said it in unison when you both felt wild desire. You wanted to touch it with your tongue, but Billy had other plans. âYou're driving me crazy, babygirl.â She picked you up, roughly throwing you on the bed. Her body hovered over yours as she devoured you with her eyes. You looked so small underneath. Â
âFuck, I'm going to beat the shit out of you,â Billie growled, sinking down to your neck. She ran the tip of her nose over your delicate skin, grinning. âYou've prepared for me. How sweet...â But that was the end of the sweet stuff. You let out a loud sigh as her teeth sank into your skin. She sucked it hard until she left a few hickeys. âI've missed making you mine time after time.â She smiled against your skin, kissing her way down. âBillie, fuck...â She stopped abruptly, looking into your eyes. âWrongâ Â
âDaddy...â You moaned softly as her fingers began to rub your clit through the lace fabric. âGood girlâ She smiled, returning to your body. Billie pushed back the fabric of your bra, paying attention to your breasts. You bit your lower lip. Your breasts were too sensitive, and Billie was too hungry, devouring it. She bit and licked, making you growl. Â
âFuck...â You looked down when she ran her tongue over the space between your breasts. It was so sexy that you started to choke. Billie liked it. She always enjoyed the moments when she made you feel so desperate. Just for her. Â
âBaby, do you need more?â This question sounded more like a mockery, but you wanted more so badly that you didn't care. âI need more, daddy, please...â You moaned softly, putting your hand on her head. You didn't know exactly what you wanted, but you did. âMouth or fingers?â She asked it without any embarrassment, as if it was the most common question. You wanted to answer âBothâ, but you want to get everything separately. âMouthâ You answer quickly, hiding your face in your hands. Billie smiles. âSuch a daddyâs princessâ Those words made you gasp.Â
âPlease, I can't wait any longer...â Billie grinned as she went down. She pulled off your panties with her teeth, throwing them aside. Revenge. Her breath scorched your heat as she spread your legs wide. âBegâ She was serious about getting all the juice out of you tonight. Â
âPlease, daddy, I've needed you so much all this time, it's just...â You don't have time to finish when her tongue slaps against your clit. It was very harsh and you moaned loudly. Your hands immediately flew to her head, pressing her closer to your wet pussy. You missed her tongue so much, it was an inhuman desire. âYes, right there...â Your eyes fluttered after every movement of her tongue. Your back arched when it was inside you. Billie hadn't pushed her tongue inside you for a long time and these sensations were wild. Her eyes were wild as she looked at your heaving chest. Â
âMhm...â She moaned sweetly against your pussy, sending shockwaves through your body. You bit your lip, breaking into a smile. Her hand reached up, grabbing your neck. Her touch was so gentle and rough at the same time, it turned you on even more. You wanted her. Completely for yourself. And you were elated every time you realized that this was the case. Â
âI'm gonna...â You moaned. The knot in your stomach tightened too much, you couldn't take it anymore. Billie looked at you again. You saw her eyes roll back in pleasure. You tasted divine. Billie patted your thigh, silently letting you cum. The words âCum on my tongue, sweet girlâ rang in your head. Just the thought of her sexy voice instantly brought you to orgasm. You've seen the stars. âGood girl...âNow her voice was real. Â
"I missed you so much...â you whispered when she got up to kiss you. You moaned into her mouth when you tasted yourself. Delicious. She ran her tongue over your lips, forcing you to close your eyes. Her every touch did inexplicable things to you. But you loved it. âI know, angel.â Â
You kissed for another minute until you felt her fingers teasing your pussy. âDaddy...â You were whispering into her neck. âDo I have to stretch you, or are you ready to take my dick?â Those words sounded so dirty coming out of her mouth that you were just suffocating. âI'm ready.â You were always ready.Â
âDaddy's girlâ She smiled, looking at your body, hungry for you. Billie's âRoll over on your stomachâ sounded rude and you knew what she wanted. You obediently lay down on your stomach. Your ass was in the air, your hands were above your head. âYou don't know what you're doing to me.â She slapped your thigh, enjoying the way you squirmed under her. She knew how much you liked it. Â
 âSlutty girlâ Your pussy clenched at her words. Billie brought the tip of the strap to your hole, teasing you. âTell me how much you missed daddy's dick.â Her hand went down your back, leaving goosebumps on your body. You squirmed, looking for friction, but Billy's hands stopped you. âUse your words, angel.âÂ
âDaddy, I felt so empty without you... My fingers weren't enough.â You knew what your words would do to her. You didn't see her face, but you felt her inside you. It was rude. âFuck!â You bit your hand when her dick was completely inside you. Her hips beat against yours as she rocked into you at an animal speed. âSlow down...â Â
âOh, shut up.â She was growling, pressing your head against the mattress. Your hair became a mess and there were tears of pleasure in your eyes when your girlfriend fucked you so well. So fast and rude. And even if you asked her to be slower, you didn't want that. Billy's hand grabbed your thigh, creating additional roughness. Your eyes were blurred because of the tears. And your throat is dry. Your neighbors won't thank you for those beautiful sounds coming out of your mouth. Â
âYou look so beautiful, taking every daddyâs inchâ Her voice was trembling with wild excitement. She fucked you so hard and couldn't get enough of you. It was a problem because you wanted to cum again. âCan I-â A rough push cut off your words. Â
âNo. I'm not fucking going to stop fucking you until i get enough.â Her voice was loud and broken. She never sounded like that. You were whining, but you were holding back your growing orgasm. âI'm sorry, baby.â Billie pulled out her dick, leaving you empty and desperate. âNo!â You looked at her. Tears were flowing beautifully down your face when you rolled over on your back. Â
âOn your knees,â Billie said it sharply and you obeyed, ignoring the weakness in your body. She sat on the edge of the bed, and you knelt between her legs. âYou know what you have to do.â You looked into her eyes, full of despair and desire. âYes...â You took the tip of the strap in your mouth, feeling your taste again. It made you moan. Your movements were slow and gentle when half of her dick was in your mouth. Billie put her hand on the back of your head, roughly pushing it further into you. You grabbed her hips, trying to control the thrusts, but soon the tip of her strap was hitting the back of your throat. Billie was wild, and you didn't know what was going on with her. You could taste your tears in your mouth. Her other hand rested on your cheek, wiping away your tears. It was sexy.Â
âDo it better.â She was growling, thrusting her hips into you. All your reflexes had already failed when you took her dick. Her body was starting to shake, and the thrutst were becoming more and more careless. It only took a few seconds for her to moan loudly and lie down on her back. âDamn.â You licked your lips, still trying to move away from what had just happened. Billie lay in silence for a while, but suddenly got up. âRide me, babyâ Â
Your eyes lit up with desire when you were on top of her. Your pussy was on her hot thigh, moving slowly. She looked up at you, grabbing your ass âRide daddy's dick like a good girlâ You didn't need to be persuaded. You wanted to cum so badly that you just couldn't wait a second longer. You needed her strap inside you. Billie controlled your movements, allowing only the tip to be inserted inside you. âI need more, i beg you...â You looked into her eyes, seeking approval. And you got it when her hands abruptly lowered you. Her strap was all inside you. Every damn inch. âMove yourself, my angelâÂ
You started moving your hips, going up and down. The bedroom was filled with your moans and dirty noises between your bodies. Billie greedily kissed you when her thumb landed on your clit. This stimulation was too much for you. âPlease, daddy, can i?â You whispered a question in her ear. Your hands rested on her shoulders. Â
âCum for me, pretty girl,â Billie smiled, helping you by pushing with her hips. A strong orgasm went through your body when you collapsed on the body of your beloved. You tried to catch your breath for another minute. âIt was crazyâ You whispered. Â
âI know. And we both love it.â Billie kissed you on the cheek, brushing the sticky hair off your face. Your face was a mess. âNow let's take a shower, my love.âÂ
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no nut november, áŤ(°â°)Ç
Ⱐ⢠â Featuring . Hayato Suo as your boyfriend ! âŻ
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warnings . fluff , nsfw , piv , fingering , pet names , slight use of cuss words , not proof read YET , all characters used aged up. Slightly clichĂŠ ? note ⧽some parts may seem rushed or ooc in other peoples opinion. english isn't our first language, so please bare with oncoming vocabulary or grammatic mistakes. (ŕšÂ°â°ŕš)
Hayato Suo Ë would actually last the whole month if he were to take this challenge seriously. Andâ if you weren't taunting teasing him in the most absurd ways.
"Oh? and what would I get in return by doing this.. challenge?" Suo says with his signature smile.
" Anything you want! " You said, smiling back.
"Really?" He says, tilting his head slightly to the side. â " Yes! As long as it is within my powers. And, the challenge applies to me too, of course. " you added with confidence .
âââââââââ â
act one, aphrodisiac !
You woke up extra early to be able to prepare breakfast this time, only to be greeted by the sight of Suo missing from your bed side. 'what the fuck?'
You stand up from your beside, groggily walking towards the kitchenâ and there stands Suo, cooking breakfast like the loving boyfriend that he is. "Breakfast is ready, dove." he says with a smile, placing a plate with your favorite dish on the table in front of you. " Thank you Hayato! " , you said as your grogginess began to disappear. " But what about you? " You questioned, while he sat down watching you eat as he sips a cup of tea.
"Oh, no thanks. I'mâ" he says, waving his hand; before you cut him off. " On a diet. Yeah yeah, I know. " You retorted while playfully rolling your eyes as you Continued to eat.
You steal quick glances at him as he reads a book, trying not to be noticed. "Is something wrong? Do you not like the food, my love?" He asked in a worried tone, which of course you quickly responded to. " What? No-no, it taste really good! " You replied in a panicked state , " It's just, I was wondering if you were feeling something different, like maybe lightheaded? "
"Oh? Not really, why would I?" He questioned.
" Nothing, I was just wondering since colds are popular right now, and I saw an article stating that some teas are.. contaminated " in which he nodded in response."Don't worry, I'm not really the type of person to get sick at all, or get affected by such things. Even if something is in my tea. " he assured.
'what the fuck' was what you were thinking at the moment, and for the rest of the day aswell. You literally put 10 doses of aphrodisiacs in his tea kettle the night before incase he woke up before you. Yet, how the hell is he acting like everything's normal the whole day? Maybe he wasn't really lying about the whole spiritual thing in his other eye after all.. Whatever, you'll get him next time!
âââââââââ â
act two, distraction !
" Hayato, what'd you think? Do you think it suits me? " You said, wearing a two piece for the supposed 'pool party' that was coming up. (It was scheduled next January, during NEW YEAR.)
"Why, I think it looks lovely, my love." He said with a smile before excusing himself for his daily meditation. Again, acting like everything was normal.
You groan in frustration as you sat down your beside, running out of ideas. The day was ending, and you tried everythingâ You sat on his lap while he was reading a book, claiming it was more 'comfortable' , you acted undeniably more touchy than usual, hellâ you even woke up early on PURPOSE. You let out a gruff before scrolling through your phone to ease up yourself a little, seeing Suo lay down beside you, doing the usual, reading a book.
After a while, with you giving up, he slowly crept up to you, leaning in for a kissâ 'I knew it, there was no way he would resist me. He just loves me too much' You thought to yourself confidently as your lips tugged slightly to a smile, closing your eyes to prepare for a kiss. Or, so you thought.
he shut the lamp.
He was reaching for the LAMP.
At this point, you wish you'd never introduced him to the challenge in the first place. On the bright side, he probably didn't notice you puckering up your lips in the air, right? Right...
Looking back, you swore you saw a smirk plastered on his lips.
âââââââââ â
act three, forbidden candy !
You tried everythingâ at this point you're convinced that he's been drinking some tea that cuts off his libido. ( lust )
Well, at the very least; you could atleast ask for a kiss. You've been so touch deprived, and he showed no signs of losing the challenge. You wouldn't want to lose aswell, but a kiss wouldn't hurt, right?
You waited for Suo to come inside your shared bedroom, and after awhile he did. " Hey, Hayato.. "
"Yes, my love?" He said with a smile. " Kiss me. " You responded, swallowing your embarrassment.
"Oh, but wouldn't that be against the rules?" He then asked, his head tilting slightly to the side. " No, it isn't. And it's not like it's gonna turn into a whole make out session. " You reasoned.
" Hm, okay. Come along then. " He says, patting to the spot closer to him. You went along, as you went closer to him, looking him in the eye as your lips touched.
You melt into the kiss, your tongue missing his. But sadly, you could not allow such thing in terms of the conditions you promised that you would meet.
You pulled away ever so slightly, eyes starting to dim. But what could you do? Nothing but resist your temptations within. "Would you mind kissing me again, my love? Perhaps using our tongues wouldn't be against the rules." He says, voice laced with honey. But who are you to disagree? He was asking so nicely.
You nodded, quickly rushing in. His tongue swiftly moving against yours in a smooth rhythm that could heal any person from within. As he kisses you, he reached out to get something, opened, aswell.
He pulls away, leaving you breathless. He then pops something in his mouth as he suddenly kissed you once again, forcefully letting you eat some type of thing. You swallowed it subconsciously, " What the fuck? " You muttered out as your surroundings started to blur.
" Hayato, what the fuck did you feed me. " You said, breathing getting heavier as your body started heating up.
Cute. Suo thought to himself.
If only you knew that what he fed you was actually just plain rock candy.
âââââââââ â
act four, main course ! final
And that's how you ended up in this situation.
You rutted against Suo's cock, " Hayato.. please? "
"Please what, pretty girl?" He questions, a glint in his eyes. He was enjoying this.
" fuck me. Please? " You begged, tears beginning to well up your eyes. You were so.. frustrated. You tried so hard to make him lose the challenge, when it was you begging him to fuck you in the end.
"Oh my, I can't do that. That would mean I'd lose the challenge if I do." He says, his lips twitching; Trying hard not to creep up to a grin.
" Fuck, I lose. I lose, okay? I'll do the work if that's what you want. " You said, unzipping his pants.
"Very well then, go on, pretty." He says, helping you remove his pants. You remove his remaining garments, looking at his cock. It's so pretty, flushed pink and curved up slightly to the side with a huge vein along with it. You traced your finger around the vein, causing him to shiver. Slowly making your way as you placed his tip inside your mouth, tracing the vein that was surround his cock. Causing him to lay his head back. " You're still sensitive here, hm? " You teased before taking him whole, gagging, almost. His hand made it's way to your hair, caressing it lightly. He was never really a type of person to gag you so roughly. You bobbed your head up and down, earning a soft groan from him.
"How embarrassing, I'm the only one naked. I must admit, Iâ hah.. Missed your touch, my love." He added, precum leaking from his cock as you gave his slit a few kitty licks.
You undress yourself, aligning yourself with his cock. As much as Suo wants seeing you in control, or atleast try to, before you could push the head of his cock into you, he swiftly changed your positions. " W-What are you doing? I was gonnaâ " You said, cut off by a finger inside of you, earning a small moan. "Now now, don't be so angry. You can't just get anything you want all so sudden, my love." He said, adding a finger, stretching you out. "Not when you've been such a bad girl." He says, pushing his fingers in and out, curling them the right amount. " Fuckâ Hayato.. " You moaned out, turning your head back from the stimulation. "Right, I almost lost thought." Hayato said, quickly replacing his fingers with his cock insteadâ causing you to let out a choked moan. "I'm offended." he continued. "You really thought I wouldn't notice that you put something in my tea back then?" He says, moving his hips onto a different angle. An angle it would hit all the right spots. "Do answer, love" He says with an innocent smile, as if he wasn't just re-arranging your organs. And even if you did try to answer, you just couldn't. All you could say at that moment was endless moans and whimpers following each thrust he was giving at such pace. "You know, I find it really cute how you were so confident that you would win this.. 'challenge' of yours, " he spoke, breathing getting heavier. "Trying all sorts of absurd ways to get my attention. When in the end, it's you begging me to come and soothe your desires" He added, kissing your tears away. "You're still sensitive here, hm?" He teased, fastening the pace.
"Fuckâ Haya, 'm gonna cum!" You whimpered out, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Shh, it's okay. Cum for me, my precious." He coed, groaning as you reached your climaxed, following his.
"Now now, don't tell me you're out cold, love?" He teased. "Lets go for another round."
note . the reason he didn't let you ride was because he was worried that it'd hurt you too much not to get prepped since you guys haven't done it for nearly a month. (´¡Ď¡)ďž(._.`)
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Yippee my turn to share things :]
Favorite color: Teal or turquoise, they're interchangeable for me both because I like both of them equally but also because I suck at spelling so sometimes when I have to write my favorite color I'll just write teal instead of turquoise lol
How long have you been on Tumblr: About a year now? Not entirely certain but I know I joined some time in the summer of 2023 as I remember I was able to post my stuff from the Your Apotheosis zine not long after I joined Tumblr and that zine dropped in July 2023.
Where's a place you always wanted to travel to: Probably England?
Favorite clothing brand: No clue
What's your favorite singer/band: A few off the top of my head are CG5, Weezer, Ace of Hearts, DHuesta, and Will Wood.
What's my current phone lock screen: Can't get a screenshot of my lock screen right now but I've had it has this Apotheosis fanart for the last 2 ish years now (link below)
Most recent/current hyperfixation: JRWI is still going strong for me though I STILL need to listen to Judgement/more of Wonderlust (school's been so hectic for me), but Sonic the Hedgehog has slowly started to take over more and more of my life so if anyone wants to talk to me about it my ask box is open. Besides that I would say my other hyperfixation right now would be TTRPGs and my characters for the games I'm in/will be in, I still need to get back working on my own game
What's your relationship status: Single but too socially anxious to mingle
What's your dream job: Frankly anything where I can work as some form of artist in either the animation or gaming industry, but I'd love to be like a lead artist of sorts for either a game/animated work or even create my own animated movie/show or game
Outside of Tumblr what's your favorite social app: If Discord counts then that, if not then I guess Twitter?
Do you have a pet: I got a cat named Lizzy, she has dark grey fur with white paws
Do you prefer coffee or tea: Neither, I'm a hot chocolate gal (I dislike the taste of both coffee and tea)
What's your favorite ice cream flavor: Either cookies and cream or sea salt caramel truffle
Tags! @fishcop @red-heart-sunglasses @kindlysludger @klemmieinnit @bumblevoid @starlightandroses @octolingo-writes and anyone else who wants to join in can join in :3
i was tagged by @jumpsuit-jumpsuitcoverme to answer these random questions (thank you sm violet!). sorry for making a brand new post for this. anyway:
questions:
: ĚĚâ whatâs ur fav color
: ĚĚâ how long have u been on tumblr for
: ĚĚâ wheres a place u always wanted to travel to
: ĚĚâ whatâs ur fav clothing brand(s)
: ĚĚâ whatâs ur fav singer/band(s)
: ĚĚâ whatâs ur current phone lockscreen
: ĚĚâ most recent/current hyperfixation
: ĚĚâ whatâs ur relationship status
: ĚĚâ whatâs ur dream job
: ĚĚâ outside of tumblr, fav social app
: ĚĚâ do u have pets
: ĚĚâ if u do have pets, what kind/how many
: ĚĚâ do u prefer tea or coffee
: ĚĚâ whats ur fav ice cream flavor
: ĚĚâ tag at least three other tumblr accounts
answers:
pink and black
five years i think
the usa (especially new york), iceland, india, australia
don't have one, as long as it's oversized or black it's good lmao (my sister always says i look like a gangster)
twenty one pilots (everybody shocked), but i also listen to a lot of musicals (especially lmm and dave malloy) and some pop girlies (right now mostly gracie abrams), my music taste is amazing as you can see
current lockscreen: happy boys (i change it so often tho i just have too many pics that i love)
twenty one pilots and right now also warriors i'm afraid (new lmm's album)
have you seen my blog single
broadway actress but i have no talent lmao
probably insta but i am mostly just lurking and discord if that counts
nope :( my apartment is too small to have a pet
again, i do not, but i want a cat (i would name him clancy)
coffee, but i drink a lot of tea now that it's autumn here
chocolate or mint with chocolate
npt: @wagingmywarsbehindmyface @thepaladinstrait @xproskeith @redwidow616 @mymuses-acquiredlikebruises @noproof-youjustknow @anixknowsnothin @soupiiiie @missmultipleaffairs @reverseblackholeofwords @phantaloon @thefootnotes @the-paladin-gay (that's more than three i'm sorry)
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ę° DUTY-BOUND ęą AKAGAMI NO SHANKS X READER
warnings ⢠minors do not interactâi will block you! very suggestive. alcohol use. period talk. foot worship. scent kink. female reader. reader and shanks are married, and shanks uses a few pet namesâsome silly, some seriousâincluding: âlady loveâ / âmaâamâ / âmy loveâ / âmy wife.â please note that shanks only has his right arm.
word count ⢠1115
notes ⢠this is part of @ficsforgazaâs kinktober event! my prompt was shanks + period sex. this is my first time writing shanks, and truthfully, it reignited my lust for him... i hope i did him justice. please enjoy!
âWhatâs running through that pretty head of yours?â
Itâs late; you lost track of time when the sky was still an azure ocean, the sun floating peerless in its splendor. An expensiveânow emptyâbottle of spiced rum lies at your feet, its warmth eddying through your veins, limbs steeped in honey. Swathed in nightâs royal velvet, your hotel room is illuminated only by shivering candlelight and stray moonbeams. You left the balcony door ajar. Outside, the balmy breeze stirs palm leaves, and the seaâs siren song plays, ebbing and flowing with the tide.
For the first time in months, youâre on a real bed. Swapping your trusty hammock for a down-filled mattress feels like a luxuryâone you refuse to take for granted. While your earlier beachside dinner left you satiated and wooed, your date led you to a nearby bar for drinks and dancing. Laughter rang in your ears as you draped your wrists over his broad shoulders, a thick arm anchored low across your hips, chin kissing the top of your head. The merriment concluded with what he insisted would be a âborrowedâ bottle of rum.
(âCapâs favorite,â he whispers conspiratorially against your temple, cradling the stolen cargo inside the billowing fabric of his cape.)
But as you lounge in bed together, your mind wanders. Shanks rests on his side, head propped up with his right arm. Youâre curled against his bare chest, the vitality of his battle-worn flesh and the ardent beat of his heart setting your nerves alight. His hooked nose is buried in your hair, lips pressed to your crown.
âNothing much,â you belatedly reply.
âHmmâŚâ He pulls back to study your expression, playful gaze narrowing, mapping the contours of your profile as though heâs navigating an uncharted island. After a few beats of silence, he finally announces: âI think youâre hiding something from me.â
âOh, is that so?â
He hums. âYou always have something to complain about.â
(That earns him a swift smack to the shoulder.)
âOuch!â he gasps, face contorting in mock anguish. âMy lady love wounds me.â
âIf you must know,â you huff, ignoring his antics to instead twirl a delicate finger through his chest hair, âitâs my time of the month. So Iâm not exactly feeling my best and brightest.â
âI seeâŚIs that it?â
You indulge the petulant urge to roll your eyes. âIf only I could ball up my pain and force it upon you, Mr. Canât-Leave-His-Hammock-All-Day-When-He-Has-A-Mild-Cough.â
âNoâyou misunderstand me,â he sighs.
Slipping his arm beneath your waist, he shifts to hover above you, the ring hanging from the golden chain around his neck gleaming with reflected moonlight. His frame is almost comically large; almost. The way he so effortlessly maneuvers you, his body eclipsing yours, trapping you in placeâforcing you to stare up at him: your captain, your lover, your husbandâhas heat blooming in your belly.
âWhat I mean is that there are ways to deal with this sort of pain.â
You prop yourself up on your elbows, craning your neck to brush your lips against the ring; his jaw flexes. âEnlighten me, then,â you challenge.
Youâve fallen right into his trap and you know it. His grin is devastatingly radiant. Vast and blinding as the horizon on a cloudless day, it holds a sly promise. He leans down, lips grazing yours, breath so sweet your teeth ache. âYes maâam.â
Shanks considers himself lucky that youâre mostly undressed: your frame drowns in one of his old, sun-bleached shirts, the excess fabric pooling at your thighs. Underneath it, a simple pair of cotton panties is all that separates him from what he desires most.
Sliding down the length of your form, his excitement is apparent as it strains against his breeches. He nudges the hem of your makeshift nightgown with his nose, teasing it upward, careful to scrape the stubble on his cheeks and chin across your tender flesh. Continuing until the garment reaches the apex of your thighs, he then bites down on the soft linen, dragging it up to your hips with his teeth.
When you raise an eyebrowâLeaving your work half-finished, Akagami? he can hear you goadâhe rasps, âI quite enjoy this view. As long as my love doesnât mind, that is.â
(If the quickening of your pulse is anything to go by, you donât mind in the slightest.)
Sitting back on his heels, he skims his fingers along the sinuous outline of your leg, supple hip to the arch of your foot. He splays his palm across your ankle, rough thumb stroking the bone. Gingerly, he raises your foot to his mouth, blotting a kiss against the sole before lifting his lips to your toes, slick pink peeking out, messily dragging his tongue across each digit. His eyes never leave yours, stormy with lustâfresh ichor seeping onto the salt-damp deck of a pirate ship: sublime.
Even in the throes of worship, crimson strands marring his vision, he looks every bit the Emperor he is.
Soon, he works his way back between your legs, wasting little time as he shoves his face into the seam of your underwear, inhaling deeply with a groan. You want to harass him for acting like an ill-trained mutt, but the knowledge that heâs getting off on your scentâthat after a day of exploring and sweating and bleeding he still yearns for youâmakes your head fuzzy.
You clear your throat. âShanks. You donât have toâŚyou know.â
He doesnât move even a hairâs breadth, eyelids heavy, the low rumble of his voice resounding in your core as he drawls, âIâm a big boy; a bit of blood isnât gonna hurt me.â
His hand creeps downward, slowlyâpurposefullyâuntil it rests atop your final layer. His fore and middle fingers sneak past the waistband and tangle in your pubic hair. Meanwhile, he stretches his thumb out to stroke your aching clit, featherlight, still not touching you directly.
âBesides,â he adds, no mirth in his manner for the first time all evening, âitâs my duty to help my wife.â
#shanks lovers i hope i did you proud :â-) gonna scurry off for a bit jfbfhdhdhsjdfh#â from the desk of#â akagami no shanks#â one piece#cw periods#cw feet#shanks x reader#one piece x reader
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Artsy lps kiddo<3
#now you know the names of my favorite pets!#also check out my cool sketchbook#littlest pet shop#lps#art#crayola markers#nostalgia#sfw middle regression#middle regression#sfw agere#agere#sfw agedre#agedre#sfw age regression#age regression#agere blog#agere art#agere journal
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I have this tea cup I made in highschool (itâs really cute and was designed more like those Japanese ones without a handle than it was those fancy English style with even more elements to them) but I never actually asked if the glaze we used was food safe (we all used the same glaze on those cups specifically because the teacher glazed those ones in particular and I donât remember checking. I glazed and painted every other project but only one of them was something you would use for food and that thing broke a few years ago and was honestly more decorative) and this has haunted me ever since. Itâs a super cute cup and I adore it, but I have no idea if I can use it for its intended purpose and while I could buy a lead testing kit Iâm not sure how I would check for anything else that might have been in that glaze. I know the color used but not the brand, so thatâs not really a help either. The teacher I had left the district after that year because our school district paid art teachers a shit wage and we rotated through them like elementary school kids needing new shoes every year. Iâm not entirely sure how I would contact her, but even if I did track her down (something not entirely impossible from what I know about her life outside of teaching us for a year, I would feel slightly weird about it though, even though she was my favorite art teacher) but I highly doubt she would remember something like the glaze she used on one project her students made at a school she taught at for one year. Iâm not sure what other testing kits I would need besides lead to confidently say itâs safe enough for my personal use, and itâs annoyed me for several years now.
#emma posts#it was peacock. peacock green I believe#and do you have any idea how many brands produce a peacock named glaze?#I could maybe narrow it down by looking for one that tended to be more forest green to dark blue#but thatâs not really a great way to get a definitive answer#I also wish i could make more ceramic stuff right now! Iâve been hooked ever since yhat class#polymer clay sculpting isnât quite the same (though better than nothing) and air dry clay often feels crumbly#neither of those could be used for cups and stuff#but even just making clay sculptures (my favorite) hits different with clay#I miss the smell and the feel and the way it worked#the closest Iâve gotten to the experience was digging up clay near my parents house and trying to fire it in the bonfire#it was only a half success#I tried to learn how ancient people made stone wear with raw clay and other materials added#but i just canât seem to fire it the same way and it ends up slightly ashy on the surface from the soot#itâs also a bit more prone to cracking and I know I canât expect the same as what itâs like working with the good stuff#and I know the clay on the farm is at least decent but not modern quality#also it doesnât get fired all the way so if I get water on it it starts to dissolve a bit again#I should try to study ancient clay methods#it would be really fun to try to recreate some stuff in the area behind the lilacs#but it isnât as good as modern clay#Iâm getting really side tracked though#art problems#I wish I had an actual studio. I donât see that happening any time soon though#my dream is to live on one of those houses in the woods north of town and have an art studio and room for more pets and gardens#i donât think thatâs ever gonna happen though#right now Iâm just trying to figure out the local buses and stay in government housing#I canât drive. I dropped out of college because of health problems. Iâm living on disability and foodstamps. my health inssues make my#schedule and availability unreliable for a regular schedule#keeping up with the dishes is my worst enemy (aside from everything else)#i just donât see myself doing much outside of my desk in the corner of my small living room any time soon
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watching star trek with sans soooofun^________^
#this means im watching star trek and im clutching onto my sans stuffie for dear life#because. well you see im watching the episode where spock gets drugged by sex pollen and gets all giggly and cute like a highschool girl#and puts on silly overalls and fucking climbs trees and stuff#and talks about how much he loves the creepy girl sorry i immediately forgot her name even though ive seen this episode before#and well you see. that does stuff to me#ive talked abt spock on here before hes everything to me hes my 2nd biggest blorbo after U Know Who#if he wasnt gay and in love with kirk id be in love with him is the thing#so anyway whenever spock is being cute i go insane because hes my babygirl and stuff and i need my sans stuffie to hold onto#and im also simultaneously daydreaming about watching star trek with sans for realsies#you know how you do that with your fave f/os. like you just imagine youre doing whatever it is youre doing with them#like ill be in the kitchen getting milk or on my way to school or something and my brain is like#ok now pretend sans is there too#and without thinking im like ok sir yes sir. hey sans do you wanna hold hands#its the same now i think wed both have a lot of fun with star trek bc we both love science fiction (''ESPECIALLY WHEN ITS REAL!'')#and ive posted this before but i like imagining my f/os getting either very silently flustered when i gush about my favorite characters#(i.e. f/o sitting next to me getting silently worked up because i just spout pet names about my favorite character)#or that same exact thing except they get a little itsy bitsy teeny tiny jealous about it instead#OR they just think im cute when i get super excited about stuff#i like thinking about all of those like simultaneously with sans#cherry chats#bf (bone friend)#i kinda forgot what i was talking about near the end there somethings been wrong with my head lately i keep getting dizzy all the time#like every 30 seconds i just get hit with this intense wave of dizziness and lightheadedness and then after 1 second it goes back to normal#its like migranes except it doesnt hurt its just like my brain is a fish tryig to get enough momentum to jump out of the water (my cranium)#i thought it was low blood sugar but...... no matter what i eat or how much nothing changes#and it happens all the time too even when im just laying down#its sort of annoying and just a little bit unsettling but anyway as you can imagine it gets worse when im super excited like i am right now#so if im not making a lot of sense thats probably why. um. i forgot what i was doing#GOING BACK TO STAR TREK NOW BYE LOL!!!!!!!!!! sans is with me and were having soooo much fun
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Corpse Groom - G.S.
Synopsis. Till dĂŠath do you partâŚor does it when a dĂŠathly error leads your newly-wedded husband to be from beyond the grĂĄve?
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, CĂRPSE BRIDE!AU, arranged marriages, period-typical mĂsogyny, Naoya is awful, accidental marriage, ĂĄngst, major character(s) dĂŠath, HAPPY ENDING, talks of dĂŠath, knĂves, poĂson, reĂncarnation, Gojo YEARNS, he loves you sm I cried, hĂĄndjobs, fĂngering, spĂtting, cĂşmplay, BRĂEDING, creampĂes, mentions of having kids, pĂşssydrĂşnk Gojo, overstĂm, oraI (fem rec.), pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 12.7k (ohoho)
A/N. K!nktober isnât over until I had to make a rewrite of my favorite Halloween movie mhm <3
âMother, I refuse-â
âNonsense, child!â
That sharp snap! of your motherâs feathered fan is loud enough that the whole carriage rattles on its hinges, creaking you noisily to what seemed like your very doom.Â
You gulp when sheâs tilting her head down as far as her best, high-collared gown would allow, eyes narrowing. âThe Zeninâs are the only nobles left in this wretched town, and I will not have my daughter marrying some commoner.â
The unsteady cobblestone pathway jostles you in your cushioned seat ever-so-slightly, a pertinent little reminder of that fact.
In the deafening silence, your father pipes up - ever-the-pacifist, âNow now, why donât we all calm down, especially before such a glorious wedding.â But his words wither out into nothing but a whisper in the simmering tension. âLike your mother said, dear, the Zeninâs are a good family, with a uh-â Coughing nervously, â-good son. We just want you to be taken care of.â
As if that was the only thing.
But there was no use arguing.Â
Facing back to the gray window with a sigh, and you can only whisper. âIâd rather die than marry Naoya Zenin.â
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âWith this hand-â
âLouder.â
âWith this-â
âMore passionate.â
âWith this damn hand-â
âNot a threat.â The older woman in front of you wrings her satin gloves, turning towards your fuming parents with a tone that matches their expression. âHonestly, I know that you new money people find it hard to adjust but this is our special tradition! My poor baby Naoya is going to be heartbroken tomorrow.â
Dutchess Zenin had a cruel sort of beauty to her, high cheekbones, and cutting eyes that picked apart every fray at your dress - the spitting image of her son.
And her âpoor baby Naoyaâ was currently finding it impossible to hide his smirk. Swiping away invisible dust from the velvety-clad shoulder of his overpriced suit, he sets down his wine bottle from the vows.
âDonât be too harsh, mother.â Naoyaâs smooth voice comes out in a dangerous purr, and you jolt when one of his strong arms slither around your waist. Possessive. âAfter all, itâs this oneâs face thatâs whatâs important.âÂ
God, if it werenât for your parentsâ pointed looks you would have shoved this overly-perfumed bastard away from you and bolted through those high doors faster than you could say âI do.âÂ
The Naoya Estate was as beautiful as its occupants could never be, brutal, looming architecture intended to make you feel smaller than you were. All those high cemented pillars, plush furniture, and gleaming chandeliers spoke of exactly what your parents wanted - power.Â
It wasnât the sort of home youâd like to call your own, but then again, you didnât have any choice in the matter.Â
âMy deepest apologies on behalf of my daughter, madam-â your motherâs gritting out the words, painted lips curling ever-so-slightly towards the end with a bitter taste. â-or should I say, co-mother-in-law? Ah, come now, we might as well be family already, right?â
âSure.â Dutchess Naoya turns, arching a needle brow. âMight as well, thanks to your family assets- if your daughter doesnât make a joke of the vows, that is.â
The wisened officiary standing at the altar nods solemnly towards you. âDo you even want to get married tomorrow, young lady?â No, you want to answer, but bite back. âZenin house traditions dictate that the mark of a good wife is one to follow the vows to its every syllable.â
You wince - and your features sting where theyâd been perfectly stretched into a plastic smile. Your next words come out small, strangled in a way that makes your future husband smile. âI apologize, I know how important these vows are, and Iâll- Iâll do better next time.â
âGood.â
With a click of Dutchess Zeninâs fingers, a hushed, swirling piano melody fills the hall once more.Â
Your wedding ballad.Â
Something that Naoya had prattled on and on about being an esteemed tradition in the Zenin household, a tender tune to accompany their sacred vows. Modeled after the long-lost royalty of this kingdom, and this was the closest youâd get to a taste of it.Â
It was your one initiation into power - saying those sweet, special promises - and the one thing you found impossible to get right.
â-for I will be your wine.â
Shit.
You didnât even realize that Naoya had polished off his own vows, before you jolt at the hefty weight of wine being poured into your cup.Â
And you could practically feel the burning stare of every eye in the room. Watching. Waiting.Â
Youâre fighting against your intricate corset to gulp in a deep inhale of the stale, thickening air. Clearing your throat ever-so-slightly, you raise the hand holding onto his wedding ring. âWith this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Y-your cup will never empty-â Fingers tightening around the silver goblet in your other, your breath hitches at the bile rising to your throat already. â-for I will be your- your uh- wine.âÂ
In the corner of your vision, you could spot Naoyaâs smug smirk already. You could hear his tiny âAs if you have any other choice.â
You knew what he was thinking.
That whisper is enough to make your jaw grind, your hand clench in a way youâd been taught by your mother not to - in a way that sheâd unfortunately forgotten to tell you was for the cupâs sake, rather than your own.
Because it only takes one harsh squeeze before it just bursts.
Red, red wine trickling all down your wrist, splattering onto the gauzy curve of your gown - but more importantly, onto Naoyaâs crisp suit.Â
It bleeds through the velvet in thick smears, seeping into the fabric as if catching on fire. Only staining further and further with each second heâs flailing frantically to wipe it off.Â
âShit- My apologies- oh, shit-â youâre gasping, but thereâs no one paying enough attention to tell you off for your unlady-like profanity right now. Body moving before your mind, you snatch some of the officiaryâs papers from him, âWait, it will only get worse- let me-â
Only to forget what was in your hands.
Honestly, if this was any other time you would have laughed watching the rest of the wine nestled safely in your cup come gushing down onto whatever was left of his unmarred suit - every single inch.Â
Itâs chaos.
Then itâs silence.Â
Every single breathing being in the room can only watch as the last few crimson droplets drip! drip! drip! onto Naoya Zeninâs lapels.
Wordlessly, you look to the aghast officiary, your stony-faced parents, and finally, your gaping fiancĂŠ. Youâre the first to speak - to hold back your chuckles, more like. âI- I cannot apologize enoughâŚâ
âYou- you witch! This was on purpose, wasnât it? Do you know how much this custom suit cost? How it was worn by the late highness himself.â Naoyaâs screeching, voice shrill. Pointing a finger accusingly at you, it would be menacing if it wasnât for the big, fat droplets of red dripping from his angry features. More of a drenched cat than the gentleman he pretends to be. âRemember that Iâm doing you a favor by marrying you-â
You cross your arms, struggling to keep composure. âI shall reimburse-â
â-and acting all haughty as if you were from the royal family itself.â heâs frantic, mouth running a mile a minute. Tugging at his wet strands, âAnd my hair, oh my beautiful beautiful hair-â
âI shall reimburse the emotional damages, too!â
Dutchess Zenin tackles her son into a soothing embrace you find almost comical, granting you with a venomous glare that you were sure if looks could kill, sheâd be lowering you into your grave and waltzing over it with Naoya already.
Simpering, âItâs quite alright my poor boy, this wedding cannot take place! We can find another-â
âNo no no- no, I still want to marry her-â His greedy eyes sweep your trembling figure up and down, âDoesnât matter if sheâs an unfit wife, Iâll fix her up-â Youâre quirking a brow, âSwear Iâll marry her and fix her up into-â
THUD!
Youâre throwing the cup remaining in your hand as hard as you can, hitting Naoya right in the bullseye of his chest. And as soon as the air leaves his lungs, they leave yours too - in a stubborn, infuriated hiss, âWell, Iâd never marry a spoiled, pompous brat like you.â
And with a flick of the stray beads of wine on your fingers at his face for good measure, you lift your heavy skirts as scandalously far as theyâd travel to dart out of the door.
Out of the winding corridors.Â
Out of the Zenin Estate.Â
Ignoring every call of your name, every arm reaching out for you - urgently following your feet wherever they took you. Honestly, youâre so busy gasping in deep lungfuls of the cool, fall air embracing you that youâre half-surprised you only crash into a few people on the streets.Â
Again. And again. And again and again, yet never stopping. Afraid of being followed by Naoya. Or even worse - your parents.
You barely even slow down until your tailored shoes crunch against gray snow, eyes taking in lines upon lines of towering trees in front of you. Tall, towering. Weaving their branches with the sky - ominous, almost, against the steadily darkening night creeping its way in.
The forest, youâre realizing with a gasp. Have you really come this far?Â
Taking a glimpse over your shoulder at the twinkling lights of the town in the distance, you think of the vows that were waiting for you, and the town rumors youâd definitely sparked. Well, a walk to cool off wouldnât hurtâŚ
And despite wanting to relax, your thoughts only churn with each step. Replaying the scenes from earlier over and over and-
âAnd your cup will always- fuck- they probably think Iâm such a fool.â youâre spitting, kicking at a pile of snow. âFuck Naoya and his vows, fuck that stupid wine, shouldâve shoved it up his-âÂ
Just then, a sudden gust of fall air puffs up against your ear, sending goosebumps careening down every bit of your exposed skin. You shudder sharply, hands shovelling for warmth inside your gownâs pockets, âUgh, todayâs such a horrible-â Only to cut yourself off with a gasp- âThis isâŚâ
You feel for that metallic cold again, hastily pulling out that solid, silvery ring. Meant for Naoya Zenin.
Admittedly gorgeous, an intricate band with a delicate sapphire embedded in its middle. Your mother had spent months tracking down the best jeweler in the country to forge a ring that even the Zeninâs would be impressed with.Â
Fit for a king.
You scoff, âAn unfit wife, my ass. Itâs not even that difficult.â
Still feeling highly insulted, and only slightly embarrassed for it, you clear your throat. Speaking clearly into the stiff air, âWith this hand, I will lift your sorrows.â Determinedly you stride your way into the middle of a slight clearing, âYour cup will never empty, for I will be your wine.â
Grasping a stray branch, you mock lighting the altar candles. âWith this candle, I will light your way in the darkness.â
Before setting down on one knee - customary for the groom, yet feeling so right when you gaze down at a tree root sticking up from the blanket of snow. Poised like the prettiest of fingers at the foot of a towering oak.
âWith this ring,â Youâre sliding it down easily as you would have to onto the man you hated the most. âI ask you to be mine.â
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.
.
You donât expect the sudden shift.Â
You donât expect the wind to pick up, you donât expect for a murder of crows to materialize from the midnight darkness and crowd on a tree right behind you. Letting the tree root slip from your fingers, you whirl around - what- a storm?
But before you can think of any answers, that withered branch shoots further out of the ground. Barely giving you a split-second to jump backwards before cupping your cheek, gently.Â
And you couldâve sworn that one twig glides across your cheek - just the way oneâs thumb would have. Like the softest of lovers.Â
Gasping in fear, you fall backwards, splaying out into the uncomfortably bone-chilling snow below.
You can only watch as the tree root twitches once. Twice. And your ears thunder with the high-pitched howls of the wind, and a sudden, booming bang! bang! bang!
Shit.Â
Your eyes widen, it was coming from under the ground.Â
The ground that was splitting open before your very eyes.Â
Wider. And wider. Like something was baring itself before you. Something was clawing all the way from hell, that tree root only surging up, up, upwards in a long, limb-like fashion. Branching out into five fingers that dig their way into the ground. Hard.Â
And if you didnât think you were about to faint from just this - you were definitely on the verge of it when the fingers lead their way into a forearm, a shoulder. Miles upon miles of skin - a person, towering above you, silhouetted by moonlight.
He looks at you with sapphire eyes. Close.Â
A man.
Beautiful.Â
Whispering, âI do.â Nose to cold nose, thick white lashes fluttering shut. âYou may now kiss the groom.â
---
Youâre barely half-awake when you realize that that was probably the strangest dream youâve had in your life.Â
Groaning, you rub blearily at your eyes - yet, through the bursts of stars and pounding flashes of headaches, all you can think about is him and his chilling lips on yours.
Soft, like a leaving lover. Â
Even in your most feverish of dreams, youâd never conjured up anyone so ethereal. Tall, powerful despite the almost-sickly air about him, and the deep circles underneath his gleaming eyes.Â
But so gorgeous - sorrowfully so.Â
The image burned permanently into your mind, like your most favorite of memories. Every tiny detail down from the almost-blinding reflection of the moon against his cloudy hair, to how that illuminated his soft smile - that tiny dimple at the corner of his pert, pretty mouth.Â
You remember how he wore a wedding suit, the kind that nobles these days wouldnât dare touch with a six foot sword with how it looked centuries out of fashion. Stark white, with fine silver detailing down the velvety fabric for you to admire.
How ironic, somehow, the thought made you sad.
But most of all, you especially remember the way he looked at you.
Just like he was right now.
âAh!â
âNow thatâs not usually the reaction I- fuck!â
He was real. So painfully real.
And clutching his face where youâd claimed a swat at one of high cheekbones.
âOuch, my wife has a real good arm on her, huh?â Blinking back the haziness in your eyes, you catch sight of that same summer blue gaze, eyes crinkled slightly at the ends. Tender, despite being attacked by you less than a minute after gaining consciousness. âThough, I love a strong woman.â
âNew arrival! Looks like we got ourselves a breather-â
âLooks like she fainted, is she alright? You know we canât keep her long-â
âCan I touch her? Looks so soft~â
White - white fills your vision, too-late are you realizing that youâre being pressed into the soft coat of his chest. Inching you away from a hulking, four-armed creature, he mutters, âSheâs my wife, you curse.â
âWhat-â It takes you a few more seconds to finally find your voice. In those moments you look up to take in his boyishly pretty features - about your age. Human, had it not been for that otherworldly faint blue pallor. âIs this a joke? Where am-â
Choking on your words as you take a sweeping look around the - tavern? Realm? It looked like the very same one in your own town, except bright. Musical. Everything that your home wasnât. Finding faces you could never imagine looking at you - some beautiful, some mere skeletons, all taken out of your wildest dreams.Â
And all dead, it hits you with a jolt.Â
Yet, somehow, youâve never felt safer in his arms.Â
âSomething wrong, my love?â
You pinch yourself, âI need questions- now.â
âYou mean answers.â One from the pub crowd scoffs - a towering man, handsome. Heâd look ever-so-ordinary if it wasnât for the completely skeletal arm on his left side. And of course, that same death-like serenity. âHonestly, Gojo, you picked an airhead or what?â
The man that still held you - Gojo, you assume - whines in protest, âShut up, Toji. Iâd always love her regardless- and she said her vows so perfectly.â
âI didâŚâ you breathe.
Shit.Â
Shit shit shit- you did.
Cocking your head, you ask. âWho are you?âÂ
Heâs rolling his eyes, gifting you a crooked grin of pearly whites. âYour husband, obviously?â
And before you can pinch yourself again to make sure you werenât dreaming, and that last time was a fluke - or perhaps smack him again - Gojo shows off one slender hand. Naoya Zeninâs ring adorned proudly across his ring finger. Your ring. With your vows.Â
âSoâŚâ you let out a giggle of still disbelief. âYouâre the tree-â
âNot quite but-â
âOh! I love this story- could make a skeleton cry.â
âHeh, yeah yeah sing it, king of curses.â
âPlease donât.â
âYou see, welcome to the Land of the Dead, doll.â A man with pink hair sets down his drink to throw one of his four arms around your shoulder, much to Gojoâs chagrin. Words dripping with taunt, âNâ lemme tell you the story of our lovely corpse groom.â
Youâre dragged along through the crowded, eerily lit tavern, everyone jostling each other to better get a look at you. Poking and prodding, some even gasping at the feeling of your thundering pulse.Â
He hums, âHere we have a pompous prince known miles around-â And you could tell him and Gojo had already known each other long, with how he was toying with the other man. â-fell hard and fast for a cute lilâ peasant girl much like yourself-â
âSukuna, stop it.â Gojo grits, jaw clenched.Â
â-but, alas. When dear olâ dad the king said ânoâ, he jusâ couldnât cope. So our dear lovers came up with a plan to elope-â
Youâre thrust into the arms of an attractive blond man, almost half of his entire face held together with stitches and bone. Heaving out a sigh in a way you could very much feel akin to, âMeeting up late at night is always a stupid plan, even with all the wine and riches for the road. You might not need much when you have love, but you never know whatâs lurking. And, well, on that dark night, our prince here paid the price.â When you look back at the white-haired man his eyes seemed significantly softer, if that was even possible.Â
Tojiâs the one by your side this time, âPoof! Dropped dead as dust waiting for his dear girl, no evidence, no body, no bride. What a crybaby he was when he arrived. Didnât even want to stay here-â
â-because then he made a promise to wait upstairs.â Another man - with such gorgeous, long hair makes himself known this time. Forehead littered in strange stitches, as if itâd been opened and fixed many, many times. âAnd waited and waited asleep for one hundred years to this day until out of the blue, you came along, sweetness. The lovely bride, to our corpse groom.â
You.Â
And Gojo looks at you like he canât look away.
Lone, standing there with his arms open as the story tapers out. Waiting.Â
Until you came along.
---
âHERE YE, HERE YEâŚFUTURE BRIDE OF ZENIN HOUSE SEEN LURKING IN THE FOREST WITH A MYSTERY MANâ now for the weatherâŚâÂ
âWhat?â your mother hisses at the bellows of the local newsman, well, rumor-spreader, more like. But heâs never been more useful than now. Sneaking an urgent glance at the stunned Dutchess Zenin by her side, she elbows your father, âWe come outside to search for our daughter only to hear this? How could we let this-â
âMaybe itâs a ah- slow news day?â
Theyâre interrupted by a sudden, sharp clearing of oneâs throat - dripping with the distinct tone of condescension that only a member of the Zenin family could possess. âWe are one bride short for the wedding tomorrow. What a scandal!âÂ
âAh!â sheâs gasping. Waving her hands frantically, âW-we promise weâll find her before the wedding-â
âYou better.â
âNo.â Naoya Zeninâs voice was brimming with something dangerous, an eerie, steady lilt of determination to it. But heâs not even looking at anyone in the group, eyes trained firmly on the woody entrance to the forest in the distance. âIâll be the one to find her.â
Finally, something that seems to appease the huffing matriarch.
Only leaving her sullen son with a nod of approval, âAnd NaoyaâŚâ She makes sure the other two bothers were out of earshot, greedily scurrying back to the warmth of the Zenin household. âRemember, the ah- family funds are drying up. Hurry.â
---
Gojo Satoru, you learn, was as nervous about this marriage as you were.
âThis is where I always visited after first dying.â he muses, ice-cold fingers wrapped snugly with yours as he guides you gently through various crooked stairs and skeletons of town. âThe view takes my breath away- well, if I could breathe, that is.â
Youâre startling out a laugh that has both of you surprised, and he turns to you with such breathless awe.Â
âBeautiful.â
âWhat-â your eyes widen - and you donât know whether itâs from his sudden little compliment, or from where you two had finally stopped walking.Â
A steep cliff, overlooking the entire, vast town of multi-color lights. The rigid structure from where you came could never compare. Complete chaos. But as pretty as those paintings you read about in books, views you never thought youâd see.Â
You rest your hands atop the spindly barrier surrounding the very edge, marveling. âIt is beautifulâŚâ
âIt is.â Gojoâs tone is rich, and his eyes never stray from you despite all else there is to drink in. It takes you a few moments of counting all the bustling figures in the distance before you finally mount up the courage to meet his hypnotic gaze.Â
Gojo jolts when you look his way, as if he wasnât expecting it. Hastily, he flusters to pat down the sides of his suit - tattered at places, patchy as if once-pristine but ruined with age. Heâs smiling once he ruffles through his breast pocket, pulling out something glinting.
Youâre letting out a tiny gasp when he shows off a silver, heart-shaped locket. Intricate, obviously custom-tailored - youâd never quite seen anything like it. Positively beaming with all the shine that the rest of him had lost.Â
Treasured.Â
âItâs for you.â
âWhat?â Your jaw falls slack in shock, pushing away Gojoâs held-out hands. But he was ever-persistent. âPlease- I canât, that- that looks like it should be for someone precious.âÂ
âAnd it is.âÂ
This was the firmest youâd heard his sing-song voice, and at your slightest split-second of faltering, he snatches the opportunity to circle his hands around your neck. Deftly clasping it from behind, Gojo only smiles, soft pads of his fingers lingering at your nape. âIâve had it for years.â You wanted to know exactly how many years that meant. âConsider it a wedding gift~â
Your own dust over the cool metal pendant, heart lurching. âIf only you let me know about our wedding in advance, I wouldâve gifted you something, too.â
âHeh, you donât have to.â
âDo tooâ
âDo not.â
âDo too.â You cross your arms, boring your eyes into his. âIâm not going to be an unfit wife.â
Thereâs a second of silence.Â
One.
Two.
And at this point, you half-expected your parents and Naoyaâs to just burst from behind the nearby stairway to tell you this was all some elaborate test - before Gojo just explodes in peels of cackles.Â
âIâm sorry- Iâm sorry I- hah!â heâs barely able to wheeze out, wiping away stray tears of joy. âYou never change, huh-âÂ
It takes the embarrassed tapping of your feet for Gojo to finally straighten back up to his tall figure, muttering out a few more indiscernible phrases underneath his breath. Clearing his throat, âNow who said youâd ever be an âunfit wifeâ, sweetheart- Yâknow I really didnât believe Tojiâs airhead comment but- oh-â
You land a half-hearted punch solidly in his stomach - and usually, youâd think twice, thrice before acting this familiar with anyone. Even then, you wouldnât follow through underneath your motherâs watchful eye.Â
Ah, but youâve never smiled harder when you claim. âI think I won our first argument as a married couple.â
âOh, can you do this fâme when I have an argument with Sukuna, next?â Gojo chuckles, wiggling his brows.Â
He has to dodge your playful hand a few more times - well, he would have had to. But heâs taking them all gladly, pulling you by the wrist to press you flush against his chest. âBut fine, you win. Maybe as a wedding gift we can consumm- Iâm kidding Iâm kidding- follow me, I have the perfect idea.â
And you couldnât not come with him, with the way that Gojo was eagerly dragging you through the town plaza and back into the now-empty tavern, where youâd remembered had a grand piano nestled away.
Gojoâs pulling out the seat for you, before promptly taking his own flush beside you. Nudging you with one of his shoulders, he starts up a beautifully haunting few lower notes. Delicate. âYou donât have to play, you can listen if youâd like-â
âHey, I know this one.â youâre gasping, eyes lighting up with the recognition of that familiar somber from the Zenin house. But something about it this time felt so right.Â
Before you know it, your hands are moving faster than you can hold them back, joining Gojo in his sweeping melody on the higher notes. It rings in the air around you two, jostling your body up against his.Â
âYou know it.â he breathes, such a brilliant grin making way onto his pretty features when you two continue your little duet. And you swear you could hear him suck in a sharp inhale before playing even harder on the keys - a challenge.
And you were never one to back down.Â
âHeh, youâre not half bad-â But his own little boast gets cut off by Gojoâs half-skeletal wrist snapping off, twiddling up, up, up the grand piano and on its merry way around your shoulder. âPardon my enthusiasm, my love.â
You help him reattach it back, an interesting quirk of being half-dead, you suppose. âI like your enthusiasm.â
Thereâs a slow, stuttering silence that echoes afterwards, and youâre shivering from the slightly cold bite of the underground. Gojo wraps his full arm around your shoulder this time, and you donât have the heart to tell him that he was still bone-cold.Â
âHowâŚâ he gulps, barely meeting your eyes. âHow did you know that song?â
But you couldnât tear yours away from him, âOh? That song? Well- before I uh- married you, I was actually engaged-â
His pretty lips fall slack, âOhâŚâ
Youâre not sure why you hasten to explain yourself, âB-but he was a prick- and I threw a wine cup at him just before coming here.â
âThatâs my girl.â Gojo winks, and youâre feeling your skin heat up.
âAnyway, this song was to be played at the wedding. So my mother made me memorize every single note- she failed to tell me it was a duet, however.â
âIt was.â
Something about those two words comes out breathless, barely hanging on. And youâre biting your bottom lip ragged before the question escapes you, âYou were engaged, as well? Before- as a prince- I mean- oh, forget-â
To your surprise, Gojo only chuckles - deep voice breaking ever-so-slightly at the very end. His fingers glide across the piano with a familiar sadness that you canât quite pinpoint. Chest rumbling, âWell, itâs just as the others said. We were meant to run away together, but your dear olâ husband here died just before we could.âÂ
Youâre swallowing the lead thatâd seemed to piled up heavily in your throat, still afraid to push too far. âAnd the- the bride? What happened to her?â
âIâŚdonât knowâŚshe probably saw I wasnât there and went back, had a happier life with a more deserving husband- children, even.â He looks towards the perpetual night sky, Adamâs apple bobbing heftily. âItâs funny- todayâs a hundred years since that day.â
Something hurt. And your chest churned at the thought of him waiting and waiting in the darkness for years. For someone.
âYou loved her?â
He looks at you - really looks at you - and then down at the gleaming locket. âI love her. And I made a promise, I wait for her - in life and death.â
Something really hurt - and it wasnât just that hollow, aching burn in your chest. No, your head was now throbbing with such a splitting pain that you canât help but grab your temple with a yelp. Eyes scrunching shut with tears, trying to down out that drilling thrum.Â
âShit-â youâre hearing, foggy, like it was in the distance. âShit shit shit-â Big arms wrap around you, âAre you alright? Shit-â
The swinging pub doors slam-
âWhat happened?â
âThe bride from upstairs-â
âSheâs still here?! She already dead or what?â
More and more voices are joining in - and youâre not sure if youâre thankful that they drown out that harrowing thunder of blood in your ears or angry that theyâre making it ache more deafeningly in response.Â
âPlease- space.â Gojoâs stern command rings across the plaza, for a moment of clarity youâre thinking that heâd make the perfect leader of sorts. The perfect prince. âMy wife needs space, and you all will leave-â
Nanamiâs strict tremor was distinguishable anywhere. âWhat she needs is to go back upstairs, Gojo.â Another pair of rough hands grasp your shoulders, and you hear a growl from above you. âWith fresh air, with her kind. I donât know what fantasy youâre playing out but she needs to be back with the breathers, down here isnât good for her.â
âBut-â
Just at that unfortunate moment, your head wracks with another painful burst, making you cry out. Clinging onto Gojoâs soft jacket for dear life.Â
âBut sheâs my wife.â
Everyone goes quiet.Â
You were sure he was crying now, and oh how badly you wanted to reach out and comfort him. But, instead, Gojoâs the one soothing a hand down your back, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He breathes in deep, grounding gasps by the chain of your locket, âN-nanaminâs right- we- I have to get you back.â
Your eyes shoot open, âWhat- no-â
âItâs for your own good.â Pressing a slow kiss to your forehead, âTrust me.â
âBut-â
âPlease?â
---
Gojo Satoru had spent so long in the darkness, that heâd almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.
Even more so when you were by his side.Â
âOhâŚâ And despite not having a beating heart, he swears he could feel it racing at the crisp scrunch! of freshly fallen snow underneath his polished shoes. Arms immediately wrapping around your waist, twirling you to him, âHow I missed the beautiful upstairs.â
Youâre giggling, batting your lashes up at him. âWell, youâre not doing much sightseeing right now, are you, Gojo?â
âPlease.â He rests his icy forehead against yours, waltzing you slowly around the clearing. Your first dance. âCall me Satoru, I would like to part ways having heard my name on your tongue once, than not at all.âÂ
And ah, it hurt him more than that dull, spreading pain of death to simply see your expression crumble. Lower lip wobbling when you whisper, âDo we have to?â
Itâs as if that tiny tremble in your voice jolts him back to his senses, and heâs letting go of you as if you burned. Turning his back so that you wonât see him swipe underneath his dampening eyes, âWe do.â he nods solemnly. Still gazing out through the barren trees, the snow breaking in. âBut I wouldâŚif youâd like- I would really like you to say my name just once.â
Nothing - not one of your quipping insults, not even one of your sweet, sweet giggles. Gojo could barely even hear that shallow breathing of yours.Â
âMy love?â
Nothing.
Gojo whirls around, âMy love?â
Nothing.Â
---
âLet me go let me- go-â you spit, voice dripping with a deadly growl that should decidedly not be used in front of your future in-laws. But you didnât give a fuck right now. âI will never- ah-â
Unceremoniously, youâre thrown like a mere debris in front of Dutchess Zeninâs gold-tipped boots, hands splaying out against the cool marble to dredge up some ounce of balance. You look up into her burning glare, hissing, âI will never marry your son.âÂ
But itâs like youâd never spoken at all.
Sheâs turning to Naoya, stood proudly behind you, holding back his snickers. âAh, my son-â Reaching her arms around to brush off the soft pattering of snow down his coat. â-I see youâve brought your wife back.â
âOf course, mother.â heâs humming. âHad to walk all throughout that crummy forest until I saw her-â At this, heâs turning towards your parents, who could only watch from the sidelines. â-with another man no less- well, canât quite call him that if he didnât even see his woman being dragged off into the dark.â
Dutchess Zenin cackles,and the sound makes you grit your teeth. âThat other man is my husband-â
âWhat?âÂ
Itâs your own mother speaking this time - eyes widened. Fuming. She comes up to you in a few urgent, sharp strides, grabbing at the now-torn and frayed edges of your gown. âWhat nonsense are you speaking-â Sneaking a glance at your father, âOur daughter seems to have lost her mind, dear.â
Heâs just a bit more gentle - cautious, almost. As if confronting a cornered wildcat when he ruffles through your pockets for the ring. Finding none.Â
Youâre wrenching yourself away, âIâm fine- but father, listen- I was practicing my vows in the forest-â Every eye was on you know, and oh youâve never felt more of a spectacle. â-and I put that wedding ring on a tree root- and it- it came alive and oh- he was a groom. A beautiful corpse groom-â
âThat trip to the forest must have bogged up her mind- yes yes, she must be imagining things.â
âOf course, but the weddingâŚpoor dear-â
âThe only thing sheâs good for is the money.â Dutchess Zenin gruffs, tired of hiding her disdain. âAnd maybe a free trip to the hospi-â
âThe wedding will take place.â Naoya cuts in gruffly, snapping his fingers at a nearby attendant and pointing at you. âCall the officiary, and as for my future bride, I donât care if you must force her into that wedding dress, I donât care if you have to drag her here - she will marry me one way or the other. Now.â
Itâs like youâre a puppet - their puppet. Being rapidly walked and bathed about, dolled-up in a white, silken wedding dress that you could never see yourself standing in next to him.Â
It fits you like a glove, attuned to your body as if it was made for you - and you almost hated how beautiful it was, adorned with tiny silver inklings and the most delicate of lace. Made with too much love to be borne out of this dreary household, but when you turned to ask your jittery handmaiden about it, sheâd only cryptically answered about âthe dress being with this family for a long, long time.â
No one here seems to give you answers.
Or grace.
Or anything but locked windows that you crack a nail or two attempting to open and flee and a long, decorated aisle to walk down to your future husband. Naoya.Â
Your throat tightens when youâre stepping back into that hallway - now flourishing with bouquets of blue, blue babyâs breath, and twinkling candles. It was almost colorful, for this town, at least.
You shudder out a teary sigh when the tender piano starts up again - the exact same tune youâd played with Gojo. But cold. And suddenly, youâre realizing that you never asked him how he knew the song.
âPssst! Walk!â Your motherâs high-pitched hiss is enough to snap you out of your little reverie, glassy eyes snapping up to look at her urgent signal to hurry up.
And so you walk, but not to the one man you wanted to.
Naoyaâs smirk lies as smugly as ever when you take your place beside him at the altar, poised, and perfect in his pressed suit, his glinting sword. Whispering snidely from the corner of his mouth. âSmile a little, itâs a wedding after all.â
You keep your gaze trained firmly on the officiary starting his speech, âPerhaps in disappointment, we are perfectly matched.â
âDearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this bride in holy matrimony-â Gesturing a wrinkled hand at Naoya, âYou may begin first.â
He raises his hand in a solemn oath, razor eyes boring relentlessly into yours. Voice dangerous, humming. âWith this hand, I will lift your sorrows.â This time, he was pointedly the one to pick up that cup on the altar table - a steady, unbreakable metal this time. âYour cup will never empty, for I will be your wine.âÂ
Your trembly fingers wrap around the bottle of wine, starting to slowly pour. âWith this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty for I- I will beâŚâ
Shit.
Shit, you canât do it.Â
Your words struggle to come out, and you could burn in the sheer anger already wafting from Naoya.Â
âI will- I will be-â
âHow scandalous to marry an already-married woman~!â
The gasp that echoes throughout the hall is almost as deafening as the booming crash! of those towering, mahogany doors being swung open. Clattering against the walls so hard that your teeth chatter with vibration - but you didnât care. Didnât even feel it because youâre too awe-struck by what was standing in front of you.
Or more accurately, who.Â
âSatoru!â The tears are falling hotly down your cheeks, you barely have the patience to lift up your layers upon layers of gauzy skirts before stumbling your way into his arms at the very end of the aisle. Ready. Ever-loving. Catching you easily like heâd been waiting a hundred years for this very moment.Â
âI thought you left me waiting.â he breathes.
âI would never- and- and youâre here.âÂ
âMhmââ
You canât help but let out a laugh, âHow did you even know where to find me?â
âOur duet- there would be no other but this house that would know it-â He wraps his arms even more snugly around your waist, white locks tickling your nose. âAnd you did promise to lift my sorrows, what type of husband would I be if I didnât do the same?â
âYou. You- What- what is the meaning of this?â Dutchess Zeninâs squawk tears through your little moment, sheâs whirling into a furious stand, fists clenched. âMarried woman- husband? Youâre dead!â
Gojo remains calm, sapphire eyes narrowing, âI am.â
But the ever-composed woman youâd feared for so long was now running her mouth a mile a minute, half-ripping out chunks of hair in frustration as the officiary held her back from storming her way towards the two of you.Â
âYouâre dead youâre dead youâre dead-â she screeches, and even Naoya could only watch with his mouth fallen. âYouâre dead- my family made sure of that-â
She stops short, mouth opening and closing in a gasp until you breathe, âM-made sure?â
âYes-â Sheâs fighting against the hold, still muttering to herself maniacally. âShit- we made sure to- oh god why- do we have to kill you all over again! Your wretched Gojo royal family is wiped out- I still- I still have the power, the riches- All because we left you-â
âFor dead.â he whispers. Youâre too shocked to gasp - to do anything but look up at his reaction. âBut she came back to me.â
âHer? This one- Once more you found that insignificant little-â
And at this very moment, Naoya just bellows in a guttural scream, everything his mother was restrained from doing with how heâd closed the gap between you two in a few urgent seconds. One hand wrapped roughly around yours, âI donât care- You forget she was engaged to me first.â
âSheâs still my wife.â Gojo spits.Â
âNot if youâre-â Naoyaâs unsheathing his sword haphazardly. Swinging. âDead!â
Schwingâ!
It would have been sure to hit you.Â
Would have been sure to gravely injure your side - if Gojo hadnât deftly moved himself squarely in front of you, that is. The sharp blade slicing right through his ribs - yet, he still smiles. âYou forget I already am.â In one, fluid motion tackling the sword to holt at its bejeweled hilt - pointed right at Naoyaâs chest. âLet go of me and my wife, before you join me.â
Itâs silence.
Silence and the smell of fear. Sour, and saturated when Naoyaâs stepping away, one unsteady foot after the other-
âI will ruin you as my ancestors have, Gojo brat-â
Dutchess Zenin.
Your body moves before your mind - before any form of thinking, as if on instinct. Yet, you already knew what was coming.Â
And soon enough, youâre standing in front of a stunned Gojo, face splattered with the red, red wine in her silvery cup. Drip! drip! dripping down your stained lips and onto the marbled floors.Â
But something about it tasted bitter.Â
Different.
.
.
.
And all of a sudden - you see dark.
âPoison! By gods, the wine was poisoned!â
âHow will the wedding go on?â
âNo- no no no I just wanted to her sick- to get her willâshit-â
âMy love---listen----hear--me?âÂ
In the foggy distance, you could hear girlish, high-pitched screams that sounded strangely like Naoyaâs, and the familiarly dark chuckle of- Sukuna? Sounding ready to pounce on fresh meat. âHeheh, new arrival - and some unfinished business, huh?â
âSâToruââ youâre whispering, eyes blearily. Heart cold. Suddenly, everything about you was cold. And the only thing you could register right now is the fact that you were still in his arms - always was. âToru- am I- where am I?â
âYouâre here, sweetheart.â he gasps, big fat tears splattering onto your face. The only sense of warmth that you could feel, other than the one in your no-longer-beating heart. And you canât help but wonder - can a heart be broken even when it stops beating? Because he was living two deaths now - his own - laying there poisoned with wine so long ago on the forest floor, with only the Zeninâs to watch, and you to wait for him much later - and most importantly, yours. âYouâre- youâre here, with me.â He places a sweet, sweet kiss onto your lips. âRest now, Iâll wait for you. I promise- I promise.âÂ
And through your hazy vision, the only thing that you could quite see was that silver locket youâd never thought to look through, out of fear - sprung open. Baring two grainy, clouded portraits - as good as a photo.Â
Of himÂ
AndâŚyou.Â
âIâll always wait for you, in life and death.â
---
âHey- Toruââ your voice rings out in Gojoâs favorite song, peering curiously at the boyishly grinning prince. âDo you think Iâll be an unfit wife?â
He throws his head back with a cackle, peering through his long lashes from where he was resting his head in your lap. âWhat- no? Whatever makes you think that, silly girl?â
Youâre settling yourself further down the young oak - your favorite little hiding spot ever since youâd introduced your secret lover to it. Grumbling half-jokingly, you thread your fingers through his soft, snow-white hair. âWell perhaps because someone refuses to help me do anything in preparation for tonight-â
âShhh!â Gojoâs bringing a finger to his lips, glancing around over-dramatically. âYou never know when my father will be jumping from behind the bushes.â At your amused laughter, âNâ besides, doesnât matter if weâre going to elope, Iâm not letting my wife pick up a thing.â
âWhat- no-â
âIâll snag my wedding suit- and that specially-made dress for you heh- and get the attendants to sneak out some leftovers from the banquet. The Zenin family has just gifted some wine I know youâll love.âÂ
Craning his head to press a slow kiss to your forehead, âWeâll drink, weâll say our vows- you better have memorized them this time-â And another on your nose, âThen Iâll have you drunk in another way~ ow! Okay okay- donât hit royaltyâ! And run away to our happily ever after.â Then, finally, lingeringly on your mouth,âTrust me.â
âBut-â
âPlease?â
Youâre fiddling with the chain around your hefty, heart-shaped locket with a huff, finally caving in. âFine- but then-â Deftly unclasping it, â-you have the responsibility of keeping this safe, too, I have to teach piano to the little ones in town again today, and if anyone catches me with a piece like this Iâll be hanged for thievery before ever getting married.â
âOur duet?â
âOur duet.â
He twirls that delicate pendant around his fingers, brows scrunching in half-seriousness. âIâll protect it with my life-â Almost flinging it towards the end of the clearing in his haste to salute you, âAh- pardon my enthusiasm, my love.â
âI like your enthusiasm, dummy.â youâre rolling your eyes at his antics. âBut what if Iâm late? The music lessons always take so longâŚâ
âJust meet me here at our place - promise Iâll wait for you, of course. In life and death.â
You never did find out if Gojo Satoru waited for you.
You never found him that night - running late to the clearing, only to be met with no sign of him. Not that night. Not the night after. Night after night, you waited for him - watched as the Gojo royal family fell and the Zeninâs raided their palace, as the town started to grow and you stayed the very same.
With stray hope, even in your final ages, waiting for him and the marriage that wonât take place.
Not for a hundred years.
---
Youâre waking up remembering the feeling of those cold, cold lips on yours.Â
Finally, remembering.
âSa-Toru-â youâre gasping, gulping in heavy lungfuls of air before you realize - you donât need it anymore. Eyes startling open, you wince at the even the dim, heady lighting overhead. âIâmâŚâ
âDead.â
His words are gentle - just above a whisper, as if anything else will scare you off. But his words have the complete opposite reaction, in fact, youâre reeling him in so close by the silvery lapels of his weathered jacket. Wedding suit meeting your wedding dress.
You feel over his broad chest, and then over yours. Breathing out in awe, âI- I really am dead.â
Gojoâs wincing, running the soft pads of his fingers down your scalp. Massaging, âHow- how do you feel, my love?â
Too-late youâre realizing that youâre splayed out on what seems like a plush, engulfing bed. Blankets upon blankets of velvety fabrics covering the surface, like someone had tried their very best to replicate warmth.Â
âI think I feelâŚâ youâre muttering, the very corners of your painted lips turning upwards at the way that Gojo was hanging onto your every word. Pretty mouth dropped into a soft oh! eyes wide and true. You just canât help but drag him into the tightest embrace your joints could possibly handle. â-that I havenât spent enough alone-time with my husband.â
He laughs - he laughs and laughs like he hasnât before, like itâd been bubbling up in his throat for years and finally set free.Â
âOh, my love.â Gojo reveres, pressing a trail of hot kisses down the side of your face. Lingering in a languid lick where big, salty tears of yours were welling up. âWe have all the time in the world- I just- just- do you remember?â
Youâre pretending to think, leaving him careening at all your minute expressions. Finally cracking, âOf course, I remember- all of it, dummy-â Swatting his chest, âWhy didnât you tell me?â
Heâs gulping heavily, âI always knew that- that it was you the moment I saw your face- you look exactly as you did. Exactly as beautiful as the day I lost you, after all.â Cupping your cheek, âAnd oh, sweetheart, what a blessing it would be to marry you. But how could I ever tell you when you didnât even remember me? How could I so selfishly ask you to throw away something so dear as life for me? Even for a promise?â
âI would have done it.â youâre pouting, brows scrunching.Â
âExactly.âÂ
âI waited for you, yâknow. For years, until my death. No âdeserving husbandâ, and no children.â
He gasps a tiny, meaningful gasp. And for all how Gojo loved to run his mouth, right now he only presses a sultry kiss to your forehead, âBut in this life, or the last, or whatever comes next-â On your nose now, â-Iâll wait for you. Always have, always will.â Finally - yearningly - on your mouth, âIn life and in death.â
Gojo kisses you like heâs been waiting a hundred years for it - and would wait a hundred more before he can again.Â
Pressing one, two. Three steamingly hot, open-mouthed on your spit-glossed lips before moving to trail them down the underside of your jaw. Dragging his raw lips in a messy glide, heâs tittering when all it takes is one sudden bite at the soft spot on your neck to get you to jump.Â
âHeh- you never change-â he murmurs into your heated skin, licking down the sting with a slow spread of his tongue.Â
âT-Toruââ youâre managing to gasp out despite his relentless attack on your mouth. Making him wrench out such a pained grunt when you pull his face back ever-so-slightly to look into Gojoâs eyes. âArenât you forgetting something?â
Gojo can only cock his head in confusion, gaze still half-lidded and locked on your lips.Â
âYouâre forgetting your promise from all those years agoââ youâre dragging out in a honeyed-tone, giggling at the way his hulking body squirms impatiently. â-to consummate our marriage.â
And oh.
Oh, Gojo Satoru feels heâs dying six times over already.Â
He feels like his bleary head is about to go into overdrive - as was the sudden tightening in his pants.Â
âW-well thenâŚâ heâs rasping out, voice so ragged, dipping into a husky baritone that for a second you almost donât recognize it. Two of his long fingers cup your face once more - rougher this time, making your lips squeeze together into an almost-embarrassing oh! âOpen that mouth fâme, my love.â
You barely even realize it when you do - not until Gojoâs spitting a thick, translucent wad of his syrupy saliva right onto your lolling tongue.Â
Nodding smugly when youâre taking him all, heâs swiping the curve of his thick thumb down that purposeful splatter on the corner of your lips. Because you knew the prince of a nation should have perfect aim, you knew he just liked seeing your dewy eyes flutter.Â
Whispering hoarsely against your lips, âI ask you to be mine.â
âYes-â youâre whining, your hands scrambling down the decadent fabrics of his suit. âYes yes yes- please- n-need more, Toru-â
And the sound of that cute lilâ nickname youâd made for him in that sweetened tone makes Gojoâs entire body wrack with a violent shudder. Head throwing back, white lashes flickering shut- âO-oh, shit- shit youâre gonna be the death of me-â
But whatever little joke playing on your tongue just dissipates when Gojoâs shedding his outer coat off slowly. Bloodied, silken jacket hitting the ground- bloodied? Youâll have to ask about that later.
And then his mouth is on yours again - teeth clashing, tasting metal, his pretty lips wrapping around your hot tongue to just suck. Lazily, like his favorite candy.Â
âSo beautiful-â his words puff out in a feverish pant. Chest huffing - no, heaving - you can only keen when you feel something so hard and massive nudge up in a gentle kiss against your high. âSo perfectââ The sodden curve of his achy tip dragging in a wet smear down your leg. âSo mine.â
As soon as youâre blinking your dazed eyes back open, youâre hit with what looked like miles upon miles of Gojo Satoru. Curving muscles sitting prettily and casting shadow in the low lighting - it made you just drool.Â
Shit, when did he even take his shirt off?
âHeh, already so needy, sweetheart?â He kisses up the glossy trickle, groaning into your mouth, âSo cuteââ
But, of course, you werenât exactly one to be pushed around, either.
With a low purr, you cup that bulging tent right in-between his muscled thighs. Fingers skimming over inches upon inches of his girthy, solid shaft - he just gasps. âO-oh, you little minx- do you enjoy p-playing with my hngh- sanity?â
With a snicker, it doesnât take you long to smudge the pads of your digits at that thickly spreading pool of precum. Glossing a thin sheen all the way down to your wrists with how fucking greedily he was throbbing at your touch.Â
âF-fuck-â heâs hastily clearing his throat as soon as it breaks off into a pathetic whine. Hips bucking forwards in mindless, staggering gyrations into your hand like Gojo didnât even realize what he was doing right now. âFuck fuck fuck- honey, I-â
The neediest little grunts spill from his puffed-up lips, and heâs moving urgently - hastily, when sitting upright to all but rip that bejeweled belt off of his slender waist. Tugging his white pants down, down, down and-
Oh.Â
âFuck, Toru.â
Gojo was so unfairly pretty - all of him.
Even every single inch of his long, thick shaft, smeared with glistening precum sobbing out from his fat, round head. Blushed darker than the rest of him - matching his innocent cheeks right now. So hard it looked painful.Â
Twitching over and over in saturated gushes coating his prominently throbbing veins, his tight balls. Your fingers.Â
Wrapping tight around his flushed base, he was so incredibly big that youâre worried your fingers wouldnât even close. Scratching up against those drenched tufts of cloudy white at his toned pelvis, the sight is enough to make you gulp.Â
âYes-â Gojoâs rasping, head thrown back because shit did it feel good to have your pretty lilâ fingers all wrapped around him. Hips stuttering up, up, up- âYes yes yes- câmon- c-câmon my wife-â
Shit, those words spilling from his lips are enough to steer into such a loud moan, and heâs letting his jaw fall unhinged. Jaw-droppingly powerful back muscles flexing when he falls into a hunch, kissing wetly at your lips.Â
âTighter- squeeze ah, squeeze me at my tip-â Gojoâs babbling, drunken eyes so thoroughly locked on where you were pumping your fist back and forth. âY-yeah hngh- and glide your thumb over justââ
Youâre swiping the very tip of your thumb underneath that sensitive slit of his, the slightest touch enough to make him bawl out in a dripping sheen of precum. Reddening even more, his hefty girth in your hand jolts sensitively.Â
âS-sâthisââ you stagger out, wrist aching when youâre moving it faster. And faster. Ears ringing with the sloppy fap! fap! fap! of your fingers clenching around his thick, circular girth, the splatters of precum itâs forcing from him. Kissing gently down his burning shoulder, âSâthis good, Toru?â
And god, how dare you even ask that?
With a sudden groan, he crashes his lips into yours again. Addicted. Growling against your whiny mouth, youâre flinching at the nip of his sharp canines.Â
âOh, yer perfect-â heâs blinking back big, fat tears from behind those glassy eyes. And the soft plane of his palms dance ravenously down your body - all your curves, your dips where your wedding dress was hiking up. But most importantly at your sopping wet cunt. â-so so- p-perfect- any harder nâ mâgonna make ya a pretty momma right now, right here.â
His words come out a burst - a beg.Â
In that very heady moment heâs just bullying his thick digits past your soaked pussy - absolutely useless with how fucking translucent it was. Sticking to your sopping wet folds like a second skin that he wanted to rip off.Â
âS-so oh!â Sucking in a sharp gasp at the sight of that tiny lace wrapped around his fingers, âSuch a pretty cunt, wearinâ such a dirty lilâ thing, naughty girl- who was this for?â
And you couldnât dare bear to wrench your lips open, to meet that dark glint in Gojoâs gaze. Hooded, such a slow, leering grin growing all over his face when the seconds tumble by. When your softened fingers falter around his length.
âWho was this for?â heâs echoing. âNâ no lying to your h-husband.â
âToru-â
âTell me, my pretty wife.â
âIt was-â youâre mewling out, choking on your tiny confession when he slides his index solidly down the drippingly wet purse of your swollen pussy lips. Puffed-up and sensitive against where he was rubbing that cool metal ring against them. â-w-was for ngh- N-Naoya- but it was Dutchess Zenin that made me-â
Oh, but fuck - it didnât matter who made you wear those sinful panties.Â
Because itâs only taking Gojo Satoru a split-second to crane his hot mouth downwards and bite down on the very hem of your saturated panties. Biting the edge of your skin only slightly - before just tearing the fabric off with his very teeth.Â
He takes a few seconds with his greedy gaze boring into yours, crazed. Canines bared glintingly around that tender lace, he just groans.Â
Eyes rolling to the back of his head before spitting it out - and kissing you like youâve never been kissed before.Â
âH-hngh, Toruââ youâre moaning, your fingers half-cramping up with the way they were turning around his swollen cock. Swiveling around the heated bumps of his sensitive spots, the drag of your nails gently down his veins make him shiver. âFeels so- ah!â
And ah, for how much Gojo loved those saccharine sweet moans in your ear, how much he loved teasing you - he was hungry.Â
Shoveling all the way into your gummy channel, until your puffy pussy lips were kissing his very knuckles, gushing out in spurts of wet slick down his wrist. Twirling those cold digits, so stark against how toasty you were inside.Â
It made Gojoâs thickened tip twitch in your fingers, huffing out a humorless laugh when he was easily knocking against that bulbous bullseye of your g-spot. Pressing down. Hard.Â
âMhmââ heâs purring, nosing down the tender crook of your neck. âTell me how it feels- hngh- gotta tell me- fuck oh fuck donâ squeeze me like that- ah-â
Heâs just wrenching out the most dripping squelches with each rummaging pump into your melty cunt, your walls were just molding around his digits. Sucking him back in like youâre trying to milk out something delicious- fuck, how he wished this was his achy cock right now, instead.
Gojoâs biting down hard at that magical spot on your neck, sending shocks of electricity down your sluttily arched spine. âCanât- hah- canât take it anymore- shit- needa be inside you soon. Needa fill ya up soon.â
And he didnât even have to tell you - you could feel it.Â
Building up and up with every relentless such of his glistening fingers. Glossy.Â
âNeed to make you mine-â heâs gasping, heatedly. Tone cracking on almost a bawl, his hips are fucking into your hand like his little cocksleeve, up all the way from weepy head down to thwack into his pulsing base. Fingers bumping messily into his taut, twitchy balls - making Gojoâs mouth water. âNeed to- hngh- need to make you cum! Please-â
Tears crinkling at the very ends of his doe eyes, after every single crash along your sweet spot. Thorough wet glides. âPlease please please-â
And itâs whispered over and over like a mantra when youâre cumming - again and again, so hard that you didnât even realize youâre reaching your high before your tight pussy clamps around his fingers.Â
âYeah- yeah yeah, cum all over my fingers.â Heâs thrusting his fingers in and out so rabidly, hitting all your forbidden spots. Free hand pushing apart your quivering thighs even further, âSpread wide- heheh, yeahhhââ
Those sudden slurps sounded so thunderous in your ears, and your maw sags open deliriously in a higher-pitched ah! ah! ah! Grinding your hips down over and over in needy swivels, using him. Music to his ears, making his staggering erection just weep so dangerously- but he canât cum.Â
Wonât cum just yet.Â
Not until heâs fucked you through each and every one of your peaks, not until your convulses are tapering out into nothing but tiny tingles.Â
And then heâs dragging out his ruined fingers from your sodden cunt - out, out, out. Snapping delicate strings of the mess heâs made of your poor pussy, before pushing them through his lips rawly.Â
âM-mmm-â heâs rumbling from the very depths of his broad chest, pecs heaving. And through your half-lucid gaze, youâre spying a silvery dribble of drool down the side of his lips. Moaning at the sweet, sweet taste. âShit- shit, sweetheart-â
You canât even react before heâs then spitting a steady stream of wispy saliva down to your sloppy hole, swirling it around with one of his thumbs.Â
âBetter let her know mâcoming back for seconds later.â
You whine all brattily, your hips arching into the perfect buck upwards - which only makes him grin. âHeh- my greedy girl, if I waited one hundred years ya can wait a few seconds.â
Itâs so admonishing - and Gojo has never told a bigger lie.Â
Because heâs the one thatâs so painfully impatient right now, angry cock spewing out a few more velvety waves of precum down your gleaming palm. A low string of profanity rips from his throat, and heâs just diving his hands around every inch of your body he could reach.
Deftly untangling those tedious ties at the back, âDamn these little- forgot how many ribbons I fuckinâ- ordered-â
In split-seconds, youâre being flipped over with one fluid push of Gojoâs biceps, sinking your front into the royally soft mattress. You felt like you were in heaven.
âToruââ youâre whirling your head over your shoulder to admire just how much his biceps flex. Twitching with each eager rip down your bodice. Shaky fingers tightening on the silken sheets, âH-hurry up-â
âEasy there, my love.â
Itâs ragged, breathed hotly against your ear, and suddenly Gojoâs resting every bit of his body weight on top of yours to pin you down helplessly onto the bed. Holding your squirming hips captive onto one rough hand attached to them, âArch jusâ a bite more- please- fuuuck like that yeah-â
Heâs taking the opportunity to fling your wedding dress down easily, bunching it somewhere towards the corner of the bedroom - right alongside your bra and inner layers.Â
Youâre gasping - stunned.Â
âDonât l-look at me like that, Iâve had one hundred hah- years to practice this exact moment with my hand nâ imagination-âÂ
And then Gojoâs gasping, heâs snapping his eyes open, heâs heaving out the most whiny call of your name when you push your hips back in a wet slide against his painfully hard cock.Â
Your folds smacking wetly against his shaft, dragging in a dripping trail along his veins - and shit, Gojo really underestimated how fucking hot youâd feel against his cock. How readily awaiting when his slender hips rut down in a furious push and pull. âThis is long overdue.â
âHey!â you jut your spit-sheen lower lip out when heâs rudely smacking away your hand from the clasp of your locket. âWhaâs that for?â
âKeep it on.â Gojo nips at your earlobe.
And then heâs spitting you open - heâs pushing in.Â
Inch by fucking inch of his swelteringly hot cock being shovelled into your gooey cunt, stretching out your snug walls to their limits. Pulled taut. Barely giving an apologetic kiss to the side of your head before Gojoâs circling one big beefy arm around your hips, easily tilting your entire body upwards for him to surge his hips even deeper.Â
He gasps, he shudders at the faintest of your wet clenches. âCâmon-câmon câmon câmon- a-ah- you can take it please- please take it fâme.âÂ
How could you not?
Because every one of his tiny, shallow grinds just to fit in have your mouth dropping further and further open cockdrunkenly.Â
âPlease-â your hands fist at the plushy pillows, the headboards, craning behind at Gojoâs neck. âFuck me h-harder, Toru- I can-â
âOhhh- you play a hah- dangerous game.â He swipes away the stray hairs on your forehead, kissing at your sweat-slicked forehead. âMy beautiful bride- my beautiful, beautiful bride - ah- almost makes me wanna m-make you more.â
Just that split-second of sultry shock is enough for Gojo to push in fully - all the way until your thighs sting with the sudden thwack! of his hefty, cum-filled balls, your folds kissing up against his thickened base.
Heâs hissing when his achy, rounded tip recoils ever-so-slightly against the spongy mess of your cervix, hitting it relentlessly in harsh jackhammer. Spearheading his fat cock to massage up against all your sensitive spots in a more dizzying way than even his fingers could.Â
âWh-what do you m-mean-â Theyâre falling from your mouth as hastily as Gojo can pump you stuffed full of his cock. Not even easing into it, starting up a sloppy cadence. â-b-byââ
âAwww, donâ hngh- p-push yourself, my loveââ heâs simpering out. But oh his hips were speaking a completely different language from how soothing your husbandâs tone was, one hand curling deftly around your throat to reel you in even harsher in sudden swats against his ever-pushing hips. Twirling around the chain of your locket, âWhat I mean isâŚâ
Both of your half-lidded gazes are downturned to where he feels for that tiny nudge at about halfway down your stomach. Drawing an imaginary line about halfway through, before splaying down all five digits. Hard. â-that mâgonna make ya a pretty momma as well as my pretty wife.â
This little confession is followed by a particularly hard slam! from Gojoâs end, and you dart your hand out to grasp desperately onto the wooden headboard.Â
Crying out, âIs- is that even possible, Toru?â
But the only actual response that Gojo can give - that he thinks himself capable of giving right now, with how mind-numbingly your pretty pussy was milking any rationality out of him - is a breathless chuckle. His head throwing back with a whimper, brows knitting together. âI donât know hah! Havenât got a fuckinâ clue- but that doesnât mean mânot gonna fucking tryââ
And he was fucking you into the mattress just like it, well and fully intent on breeding your tight cunt. Jostling the locket at your chest with rough, reckless abandon. Every sodden drag down your slobbery walls having those dreams from a lifetime ago about your happily every after playing through his mind.
You, with your drooling pussy painted all white with his potent cum, making such a mess of him that he just has to do it all over again, of course.Â
You, all round and glowing - full of him, his heir.Â
You, looking up at him with those gorgeous eyes - another, tinier set held delicately in your hands. His hair, and your smile. Everything that heâs ever wanted in life and death.Â
Stupidly. Pussydrunkenly.Â
âOh oh-â Gojoâs groaning, the sudden bump of your fingers against the sensitive curve of his balls making him jolt back into his reality. His heavenly, heavenly reality. âAww, have I b-been neglecting you, my love?â
No, you want to scream - but you canât.Â
Because heâs only hiking up a powerful thigh to pressurize his harrowing rams with even more power, and you could feel every flex and ripple of his washboard abs. The spatter of pearlescent beads of sweat setting in with fatigue.Â
But Gojo wouldnât listen in the first place, couldnât even think of anything that didnât stem from his achy cock pummeling into you.Â
Messily, heâs swiping at those fingers of yours that were currently reaching for your angrily puffy clit, aching for more more more-Â
Giving a mean little smack onto where your sensitive nub was drenched in all your sweetened juices, it sends bolts of electricity all over your body. Clinging your gummy walls around his girth so tight.Â
âThis what y-you wanted?â he rasps by your ear, drawing slow, determined circles on the very peak of your clit. And when that doesnât have you crying out all prettily for him the way he wanted - Gojo just tugs. Unapologetically. âTell me- ngh- tell me how it feels, fuck- can feel this cunt gettinâ so soaked-â
âYes-â youâre sobbing out. Hips now aching with the burn of pushing back into his unrelenting hips - it hurts almost. The sting of his skin against you, the hard collision of his fat head against your cervix. But you want more. âY-yes feels so good, Toru- need more hngh- need you t-toâŚâ
âWhat?â heâs spitting. Wild. âTell me, sweetheart- please- please-â
And, hell, Gojo Satoru wanted to hear so badly that heâs just slowing his hips down every so slightly to let you catch your breath. To answer.Â
But what he was actually blessed with was another one of your long, drawn-out whines. Grumbling ever-so-slightly as you jolt your hips back with every one of the thorough swivels of his fingers on your clit. Toying.Â
Fucking back harder than ever into his rock-hard dick, the locket just slams itâs cool branding onto the heated skin of your chest-
âNeed you to f-fill me up-â you mutter wetly, nothing more than a few gurgles wrenched out when his clashing head French-kisses your g-spot. Drawing wet glides of his steamy precum down it. â-make me a hngh- m-momma, Toru-â
Oh, this might just be his third death ever.Â
Because the bed creaks riotously with every one of his ragged rams, in a way that made you glad for the ever-present music of this town.Â
Over and over.
âYeah- shit, gonna make you a p-pretty momma-â heâs babbling away, a mile a minute. So sloppy that youâre barely able to understand what Gojo was saying. âFill you- up- ngh- so theyâll look at you and see me. All me- all pretty and r-round- me me me- ohââ
Right now, Gojo didnât give a fuck if his little dream was even possible. He didnât give a fuck if his moans were turning into whimper, staggering thrusts trudging into the sloppiest of grinds. The neediest.Â
Because right now you were cumming.Â
That rapid throb of your clit increasing twofold when youâre finally plummeting into your high, wave after wave of pleasure that he fucks you through with heavy pound after pound.Â
Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, toes curling, flashes of white flitting behind your firmly shut eyes. Fuck, it felt so good.Â
And your fingers clench hard around where they were still firmly stationed on the headboard to keep at least an ounce of your sanity. Intertwining with- Gojoâs when he slams his hand down hard enough that the entire bed shudders.Â
Or maybe that was just him - because so was he.Â
âF-finally-â Gojoâs hiccuping, angling his head just right to be able to catch your pretty lips in what could barely be considered a kiss. Just a sloppy suck of your tongue while he pumps you snugly full of sloshing loads of his cum. âWanâed this for- so long- finally hngh- consummate- you- most beautiful ah momma-â
His whines were nonsensical at this point, only growing more and more so with each velvety ribbon of cum being poured around into your tight pussy. You could feel it swashing about your soft walls with every one of your hard, convulsing clenches, painting your insides over and over again in a second, sticky skin of his seed.Â
âYeah- fuck fuck fuck, yeah Toru- hah- m-more-â
And just when Gojo thought the almost-painful clenches of his heavy balls were coming to a close, just when he thought his thick streams of voluminous cum were stretching out into thinner wisps - you have to go and say those syrupy sweet words.Â
Fuck.Â
Heâs gasping, locking his finger with yours even harder on the headboard, âGonna- ngh- gonna be the death of me I s-swearââ
Oh, and then you looked at him with that fucked-out smile of yours. A sight heâs gifted to see. Humming, âIn life and in death, r-remember?â
Bang!Â
The headboard crashes down onto the floor. Your back is hitting the now utterly drenched sheet below you before the realization hits you.Â
In nothing but a split-second, Gojo pulls out his dangerously twitching cock to manhandle you flatly onto your back. Swiftly, he throws your legs over the curvaceous deltoids of his sculpted shoulder, easily bending you down, down, down into half.
Into the meanest mating press possible.
Dredges of thick, hot cum just ooze down your sopping slit, spreading in a milky circle underneath you. And slobbering down Gojoâs swollen hilt as soon as he plugs himself back in - immediately.
The very divot at the end of his cock quivering - for only a split-second before bursting out in streams of more and more cum. Overflowing. Overspilling out of you.
And he canât help but glide an open palm over that tiny inflation beginning to form where heâd drawn a line just earlier. One hand pressing down on it hard, the other tweaking at your clit to make your walls clench.Â
âOh f-fuck yeahââ Gojo stutters at the glossy coating of his own seed all around him. Reveling in the toasty feeling again and again until his poor, overworked cock can only sputter out wispy strings of nothing. Shooting blanks. âGonna breed ya- make ya all round and and- ngh full until you c-canât take anymore. Until we hahh- have that happy ending y-you wanted.â
You mewl when heâs licking away those glistening tears rolling down your cheeks, â-happy ending w-we wanted hngh- Toruââ
âYeah-â he chuckles. Pecking at your lips with that salty sweet taste on his tongue, âWe wanted. Itâs why I didnât reincarnate like you, my love, unfinished hngh- business here sâto spend a long, long and happy marriage with you, yâknow?â
You bat your lashes in sweet disbelief, âThatâs- thatâs mine, too.â
Ah, he reels you in even closer into his arms. Snug. Ever-loving. Seemingly like heâd never let you go ever again - couldnât bear to.Â
He nuzzles against that now-open locket, eyes peering down at those bleary paintings of you two, as loving as if they were taken just today. And in the back of his fried mind, he makes a note to take newer photos for later. Fingers tracing their familiar pathway to press down on the outer edges of the metal - in only the way he knew how, in the way that you should have been taught all those years ago, but was never able to.Â
âThen-â His eyes light up as they always did whenever it came to you, when the tiny mechanisms on the locket open up to reveal a delicate, gorgeous ring. Strangely matching his own. Gojo doesnât think heâs done anything easier in his life when he slides that ring onto your finger, fitting so perfectly. Not even when he was waiting for you, not even when heâd taken care of Naoya in a way that left his coat spattered and stained with red. â-weâre both lucky.â
Itâs only after a few soft, lingering kisses that Gojo finally pulls away - like it hurt to.
And it did, sensitive shockwaves erupting down his overwhelmed length. But none of that shows above his drunken grin when Gojoâs shuffling down the bed, all the way until his hot breath was puffing up feverishly against your sloppy cunt.Â
Messy. Drooling.
Making such an utter mess on his tongue when he lets it loll out, swiping up the gushing creamy dredges with a long lick. It was so filthy, dribbling down the sides of his mouth, onto his pinkish tongue-
Just a tease for more.Â
âBecause I keep my promises, my wife.â his murmur wraps all around your thrumming clit. Tongue swirling a milky gloss all over his pert, raw lips. Only wanting more. Waiting. âIn life and in death.â
A/N. THIS- THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE Nâ GOT ME IN MY FEELSSSS. Hope yâall have a lovely lovely week <3
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đđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ: Your ex-husband bringing the kids over for trick-or-treating is one thing; him wanting to spend the night at your place is another. But it's just for the night. There's no way one night can rekindle some old feelings...right?
đđ¨đ§đđđ§đđŹ: ex-husband! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - the reader is around their mid-30s - Tsumiki (age 11) and Megumi (age 9) - mutual pining - kissing/makeout sessions - unprotected sex - Daddy kink - breast sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - spooning + mating press - cervix fucking - breeding kink - praise - clitoral play (pressing and grinding) - pet names (baby, good girl, mama, princess, sweetie, sweet thing) - you and Toji have been divorced for five years - cameos: Gojo, Utahime and Mei Mei - mention of drool/spit and tears - humor bc I'm [not] funny.
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đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤ'đŹ đđ¨đđđŹ: happy Halloween, everyone!! so, randomly missed writing ex-husband! toji bc it's lowkey my favorite, soooo yeah, this is what we're doing to celebrate the end of the month! anywho, happy October, beautiful ppl, and tysm for reading my works!! Alsooo, ty for 2.8k!!!
âTrick-or-treat!!â
âGaspâOh my goodness!âÂ
âWe came to celebrate Halloween! Also, Megumi forgot his toothbrush here again.â
Opening your door to children at the sunset of Halloween day isnât out of the ordinary or anything special. However, itâs always a pleasant surprise when itâs two kids you hold dear to your heart. You greet them with a hug, two siblings you know too well to say youâre acquainted with. If anything, youâre practically family.Â
The raven-haired brother, referred to as Megumi, speaks up. âItâs not my fault! Dad was rushing me last time.â
âBecause you had to bring your stuffed animals last time, holding us back for your baseball practice.â Tsumiki, the older sister, snapped back. The two argue amongst themselves in front of you as you try to mediate. Itâs no avail until another voice comes to the fray.
âAll right, chill out, you two.â The voice belonged to the person approaching the porch stairs, your eyesight capturing the familiar figure walking up with two duffle bags. The one standing tall before you was the father of the children, Toji Fushiguro. Whoâs also known as your one and only former husband. âGet inside and finish yâr homework, or else weâre goinâ back home.âÂ
The siblings stop bickering and head inside, taking off their shoes at the foyer and walking upstairs. Now that theyâre gone, you turn to the man with the jet-black hair, his viridian orbs focused on you. The weather was chilly, so the man wore his usual dark denim jacket over his plain black sweatshirt, matching his jeans. âYou look good, big guy. Whatâs in the bags?â
He greets you with a curled lip, and the scar on the side of his lip lifts. âPicked them up from their after-school sports, so itâs their sports gear and costumes for tonight. Mind helpinâ me here?âÂ
âHmmm,â you merge your facial expressions to that of faux pondering, turning your back to Toji. âNah, canât. Got dinner to finish making.â
âHmph, shouldâve known.â He makes his way through between you and the front door. âWouldnât wanna break your pretty nails carrying heavy shit, huh, princess?âÂ
You glare at him using the nickname, hating his patronizing gaze. âFrom what I remembered, you would never let me carry the heavy stuff because you thought I was too fragile and easy to break. So how about that, Mr. Knight in Shining Armor?â
âReally? I donât remember sayinâ all that before. You mustâve put me in a spell.âÂ
âProbably, Iâve been told Iâm quite cute~.â
âMmm, nah, more like an old hag of a witch.â Toji barks a laugh at your offended reaction, and he immediately ducks and heads for the stairs when you throw a sandal at him.
âAt the very least, say Iâm a cute witch, fucker.â You say the final word under your breath, grabbing the sandal you threw and heading back to the kitchen.
To say you and Toji were acquainted with one another would be the biggest understatement of the century. The two of you met a decade ago, fell madly in love, and married within a year of the relationship. When you tied the knot, Tsumiki had to have been two years old, and Megumi just turned one year old. You two had been together for four years after that, and you could confidently say those were one of [if not THE] best years of your life. You often second-guessed yourself being in a relationship with someone who had children, fearing that they wouldnât like you or ignore you.
However, those worries were blown right away as the days went by. Every time you spent time with the children brought you three closer than ever; it was to the point that they saw you as their mother. How sweet! And thereâs no denying that Toji loved you. The man would break someoneâs nose for you â yes, it happened before, and it wasnât pretty â for you were his sweet little thing that kept him going. Â
Well, if it was so great, why the divorce? Letâs just say you werenât Tojiâs first love. That title would have to be awarded to the Megumiâs mother. Even in her unfortunate passing, you can tell that Toji loved that woman like no other. It didnât make you jealous or anything, seeing the man you love still mourn for a dead woman. Hell, youâd probably do the same if you were him. But, you canât lie; it felt like you were cast over a âshadowâ when it came to her influence. It was damn near suffocating to bear, especially in those four years of marriage. So, for your sake and his aching heart, you pulled him aside and suggested a divorce. And Toji didnât fight you on the proposition, signing the papers and setting you free from the thick air.
Although things ended between you two, that didnât mean things stopped being what they were. If anything, it was as if nothing happened at all. Even if you still donât live under the same roof, you still make time to hang with the Fushiguros, whether invited to some occasion or exchange phone calls or texts to check up on them. Even now, five years after your separation, it warms your heart knowing that you get to interact with the people you care about.Â
There are moments you find yourself missing living under the same roof with all three of them and living alone can be pretty lonely. But all in all, as long as theyâre comfortable and trust you enough to be around, thereâs no need to change things up again. Like right now â the four of you sit at the dinner table eating before the kids go off trick-or-treating.
âAre you going to trick-or-treat with us, Y/n?â The brown-haired child sitting next to you asks while finishing up her dinner.Â
âSorry, not this time, gotta be at a Zoom meeting for my job in a few minutes. But I do have someone else to take my place. Gojo will be here at aroundâWhy are you two making that face?â You stop mid-sentence to notice Megumi and Toji at the other side of the table, displaying disgusted facial expressions at the mention of the white-haired otherâs name.
âWhy him?â They said in unison.
âWhy not??â You question their irritation.
âHeâs so annoyingâŚâ Again, in unison. Proof enough that theyâre father and son.
You sigh as you get up to take your plate to the sink. âOh, come on, you two, itâs not like heâll be with you guys the entire night. He has a party at a friendâs heâs going to later.âÂ
âIsnât he too old to trick-or-treat?â Tsumiki questions, noting that Gojo is way past his undergraduate years.Â
âHe is, but whatever gets that prick any free sweets,â Toji answers his daughter before getting up to put his dish in the sink.Â
You exit the kitchen, head into the living room, and sit on the couch. The laptop you had placed there was ready to open and unlock, and you clicked on applications and windows to look through before your meeting started in the next three to two minutes. He should be here aboutâ
DING-DONG!!
Now.
Right on cue, you motion for Toji to grab the front door, and he follows your command. âKids, Gojoâs here!â You shout out to the two kids who still sit at the table. âWhen youâre done eating, you can go upstairs and put your costumes on. But whoever finishes last has to do the dishes.â You can hear commotion from the table as the brunette rushes to put her dish in the sink and dash for the stairs. Megumi groans to himself; you giggle when you hear him mutter an âAww manâŚâ
You pull out your headphones to connect to your laptop, put them in their respective ears, and prepare yourself for the meeting. Ignoring the faint passive-aggressive tones of your ex-husband when greeting Gojo at the doorâŚ
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Your eyes flutter open, noticing the lighting change around the living room. The orange sunlight no longer decorated the space, substituted with the gradual darkness that overtakes you. The only source of light you can figure out is the flashing from the television screen.
Aside from the TV, there are no other signs of life. There arenât any signs of Tsumiki or Megumi around playing or causing a raucous. It could only mean the two are still trick-or-treating with Gojo.Â
One blink, two blinks. I mustâve fallen asleep after the meeting⌠You hum while sinking to the couch, burying your face into the pillow.Â
ButâŚsince when did your pillow act like it was breathing with a heartbeat? AndâŚI smelt that cologne beforeâŚHow?
âYa awake now?â
You raise your head, realizing you are not lying on your couch. Technically, you were; however, you were lying on something else on the furniture with you â more like someone.Â
Itâs then you realize that you were lying on Toji during your entire slumber, him leaning on the end of the couch, one leg spread to make room for you to sleep on him while you sit on the other. And you can guess that you had your head on his chest, snuggling up to his warm figure. He looks at you with his green eyes now darkened by the room, yet you can see their glow from the television light. And that small smile he gives you, the scar on the right side of his lip lifted upward. The familiar butterflies in your stomach flutter like before. Like old times sakeâŚThat must be embarrassing, huh?
You frantically try to get off of him, âSorry about that, I thoughtââ
âNo, no,â Toji places a stern hand on your back, keeping you from moving further. âYou were comfortable.âÂ
You stare at him for a few seconds until your face contours to a look, and a smile starts to creep up while you situate yourself back to your original position, pressing your face back on his chest to listen to the beats of his heart again. âI recall having this couch all to myself not too long ago, so whereâd you come from?â
âWell, I wanted to watch some sports highlights, but I figured youâd kick my ass if I pulled you off and had you sleep on the floor instead.â With the click of your tongue, he chortles. You bet your ass I would. âSo, I decided to have ya sleep on me while I watch TV.â
âWhatâs wrong with the other side of the couch? Itâs quite vacant and enough for a big guy like you.âÂ
âTrue,â his hand rubs circles on your back, an old habit he did when he used to have you like this. âBut then Iâd be lonely.âÂ
You titter. âThatâs big for someone who said he thrives on being alone.â
âI thrive being alone when Iâm working.â Youâre glad he canât see your eyes roll; heâd probably grab you by the cheeks like a child. âBesides, why would I wanna be alone when I have you for myself.â
And there it is, your cheeks begin to warm up. Or was it because youâre so close to him that his heat is transferring to you? Thatâs probably it, yeah. Letâs change the subjectâŚâHow long was I out for? I remember the kids left around 7:30-ish.â
âMmm, itâs going to eleven right now.â
Three and a half hours? Damn. âItâs past their bedtime.â
Toji scoffs. The abrupt motion of his chest rising is satisfying in a way that makes you even more comfortable. âYou still think theyâre gonna sleep with all that sweet shit they got?â He snickers some more as you shake your head.
âThey know better. When you guys get home, be sure to put their candy bags on the top shelf of the closet for the morning.âÂ
âStill traumatized from that one time?âÂ
âUhhh, yes??â The memory flashes to you for a quick moment, but the dread from before still haunts you. Megumi was six years old and Tsumiki seven, returning home from trick-or-treating and immediately tasting their labor from that night. However, what you didnât expect was for them both to eat almost half their bags. Letâs just say, thanks to their sugar rushes, they didnât drop dead until the hour hand touched two of the morning. âUnless itâs the weekend, never again.â
The way the older man chuckles is so therapeutic â it nearly makes you want to fall asleep again. âYou werenât the one chasin' Megumi all over the place tryin' to get him to sleep. Little squirt gets his speed from me.â
âAwww, poor you~â You can sense the glare as you respond in a condescending, sing-song tune. âYou and him are always butting heads. Like father, like son.â
âTch, hate that sayinâ so fuckinâ much.â
âWhy? âBecause itâs true?â
âShut up.â The hand he used to rest his head comes down to pinch your nose. You wriggle out of his hold with giggles, but he happily keeps you grounded to him with his stronghold and a leg wrapped around to prevent yours from moving. âHe only listens to you. Such a sweet lilâ baby to you, huh? Puttinâ my own son against me.â
More giggles prompt out of tiny guilt, and you bring up a hand to rub on his chest. âHeâs such a bright boy now. Growing up so big and fast.â
âMiki, too. That girl is way too smart fr' me to catch up. And sheâs becoming so kind and strong, crazy to think she made me play teacups when she could barely go down the stairs by herself.â Toji hums, the vibrations felt on the pads of your fingers. âThink she gets that from you.âÂ
You shook your head. âTheyâre your babies. They do amazing things because they have a big guy like you to catch them if they ever fall.â
âHmm, fairâŚBut letâs not pretend Iâm the best dad in the world. Fuck, never in my life did I think Iâd be a dad, especially with two kids. I didnât know shit back then â still! I still donât know shit.â You donât say anything, just listening to him voice his thoughts to you. Because he knows youâd listen â you always do. âIf you werenât there for them, I donât think theyâd be shining like this. Yâre definitely the thing that brought us up together. They look up to you so much. Ya did so well with them.â
Nodding aimlessly, his black sweatshirt grazing on your cheek. âThank you. Same to you. Didnât do so bad yourself, big guy.â
âMmm.â
Nothing is said between you two after that. The only thing that makes noise is the voices coming from the television. The volume lowered, an initiative you could guess from Toji wanting you to get some rest. The silence was too awkward that it might torture some, but it was fine where it was. There was no need to change it, especially when you were comfortable in each otherâs embrace.
That is, until Toji asks, âDo you miss it?â The rubs on your back go slower, his fingertips drawing a ticklish sensation.
âOf course I do. All the time.â You answer honestly, turning your head to rest your chin on him. Your eyes glimpse directly at his, giving him a tiny grin. âWhy ask? I know the kids miss me being around; what about you? Miss me nagging and putting you to work all the time?â
He sneers at your comment. âEvery day.â
It was such a simple answer, yet it had the power to wipe that smirk right off your face. Your eyes locked in his sight, and your heart tuning to an irregular rhythm. Oh, come on, Y/n, get a grip! âAhemâToji, I hope you know that I never stopped missing everything we had â I never will. Those years that we shared were probably the best Iâve had. We had happy moments, others sad, of course. But, God, do I miss it all. I miss it so much. I miss having you guys here. Miki and Gumi andââ
âMe?â Good Lord, if this man doesnât stop looking at you with those goddamn eyes of his, such captivating orbs that say more than he lets on. Your breath hitches, and so does the hand on your back. âHmm? Ya miss me, baby?â
Oh, for fuckâs sake. Whyâd you have to call me that? And it gets worse when he places his free hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin while the forefinger teases the lobe and tragus of your ear. GoddammnitâŚ
â...Yes,â your voice was down a whisper, which could easily be mistaken with the television. But you know Toji heard you, loud and clear. âEspecially you, Toji.â You said it. The words that he wanted to hear from you. They felt so forbidden to say, yet it was the truth. You avert your gaze away from him. But you knew that wouldnât work, not right now. Toji taps your cheek with his thumb, and your eyes sheepishly return to his.
He doesnât say anything, and that makes your heart beat at an unbearable rate. Itâs all you can hear when you stare into his deep emerald eyes, the sound of it ringing your eardrums as if you could puke. Your throat running dry, so you gulp to ease the uncomfortable bob. If something could just happen to end this anxious torture, that would be great.Â
And then your prayers get answered: something does happen. Toji slowly brings his face closer to yours â your body goes rigid, and you instantly face away before the inevitable happens. No, I didnât mean that!
âAht aht, donât do that, baby.â His hand slithers from your cheek to your chin, forcing you to face straight at him. âLemme see you.â
âToji, wait,â your voice travels out in a shaky breath. âWe shouldnât be doing this. We canât cross this line anymore.â
He listens to your pleas, but his body does otherwise. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead while the hand on your back snakes downward. âWhy not?â His gruff voice dialed down to a whisper.
âBecauseâMmmmâŚâ Toji interrupts you by licking the helix of your ear. Oh, you slick bastard. âWeâre supposed to be doneâŚâÂ
âThatâs not stoppinâ me from takinâ care of my sweet thing.â Jesus Christ, you almost melted from the way he whispered that to your ear. Heâs pulling out all the same old tricks, and it gets more hellish by the second as you try not to give in. âSo, y're gonna let me take care of you like I always do, right, mama?â
Both his hands now rest on your ass, groping it while your hips sway as if they have a mind of their own. The leg between yours comes up slightly, making you ride on it. The heat on your cheeks has already blossomed to your ears, making it hard to think straight. Gripping his sweatshirt, your hips ride his thigh to ease the throbbing sensation that grows with every motion. Good God, you shouldnât be doing this. You know you shouldnât be doing this. However, itâs been so long that you felt wanted like this â wanted by him. Itâs all the same â his voice, his hands, his words, his body, and the names he calls â yet here you are turning into putty.Â
âHaaahh, MmmfffâŚToji, please,â Toji withdraws his face from your shoulder, leaving him to examine your expression. You must look so dumb right now, with your hooded eyes and shivering lips. But, at this point, do you even care? âPleaseâŚTreat me right.â
One moment, you see his gaze narrow with a devious glint. Next, youâre taken aback when Toji slams his lips on yours, kissing and sucking your bottom lip until you give him access. With a moan, you open your mouth for him and sink deeper into the kiss. Your hands come around his neck, keeping him focused on you and you alone. Not that he would have it any other way.
His strong hands continue to knead your asscheeks while you hump and grind on his thigh. Nibbling on your lip, you whimper helplessly for him. It strokes his ego, knowing heâs making you like this, the fucking bastard. He takes in your tiny cries happily, shoving his tongue to play with yours. You give in to him, almost losing your balance riding his thigh, yet Tojiâs lips never leave yours.
You break the kiss to get an imperative breath, panting loudly and sweetly for him as Toji kisses and licks your ear. The sounds make your lower region twitch. âHnnmm, fuckâŚThatâs my girl. So fuckinâ good frâ me always, Y/nâŚâ You can feel him slide a hand up to the hem of your leggings, forcing it inside for his thick fingers to brush up on the bare flesh of your butt. You gasp sharply. Him squeezing your butt has you biting down on his sweatshirt. ââHahhh, Oh God, Toji,â With every squeeze, he inches closer to your panty-covered chasm, where you know heâd find a damp spot. Please touch me. Please, please, pleaâ
CLACK-CLINK!!
The two of you are frozen stiff when you hear the sound of the door opening and closing, the foyer lights turned on. âAlright~, we got you guys home. See ya later!â That was Gojoâs voice, indicating everyone was finally back from trick-or-treating. This means that Tsumiki and Megumi are about to see you on top of their father, his hand in your leggings and smacking lips with yours. Your eyes shoot wide with horror â immediately remove yourself from Toji and stand up from the couch to pull your bottoms up. You barely had the chance to peek at Toji because the kids already run to the living room to find you two.
âY/n, Y/n, look!â The brunette was the first to greet you with her adorable pink Barbie cowgirl costume. She and her brother, dressed as Sasuke Uchiha, cheerfully showcased their pillowcases full of candy. âLook at all this candy we got!â
âWooow, you guys really went on a haul,â you can only hope they canât see you sweating bullets through your fake reaction. âWhâWhereâs Gojo?âÂ
âHe dropped us off here a few seconds ago and left for the party,â The raven-haired boy answered while scanning his pillowcase.
You only nod along until you frantically wipe your mouth, realizing the tiny trail of spit from the corner of your mouth. âUmmâAhem, well then, Iâm glad you two got all that candy. Now, letâs hurry up and get you guys home so you can get ready for school tomorrow!âÂ
But the children didnât move an inch. Actually, they looked like they were going to tell you something. You lift a brow. Oh no, theyâre going to look at each other. They looked at each other and then glanced back at you. Oh, God, no. âUhhh, Y/n, we were thinking.â Big sister Tsumiki is always the one who asks the following question. âCan we stay over?â
You inhale a massive breath, yet you do your best not to exhale a heavy sigh. âKids, you promised to keep the overnight stays to three at max per month. This will be the fifth!âÂ
âYeah, but itâs dark out. Plus, itâs way past our bedtime.â The younger chimes in with a tiny pout. âWeâll be asleep by the time Dad gets us home.â
And here comes Tsumiki with the tag-team response to add on. âAnd that means heâll have to make continuous trips back and forth from the car. Picking me and Megumi up, getting our bookbags, the bags full of candy, the whole thing! We already packed up our PJs just in case.âÂ
You stood there staring at the two in astonishment. Thereâs no way they thoroughly planned this out. Thereâs just no way⌠And to make it worse, they were making valid arguments. You open your mouth to say something, but the two give the best puppy eyes they can. The wave of guilt hits like a train, internally cringing. You turn to Toji, who still sits on the couch, and the motherfucker only gives you a shrug. Wow, what a helpful father he is.
You groan into your hands, shaking your head while looking at the kids who wait for your verdict. ââŚAlright, you can stay as long as you PROMISE to put those candy bags in my bedroom closet. Deal?â The happy smiles and aggressive head shakes should answer your question. âGood, now go ahead and take your showers before you head for bed.â They rushed to the stairs by the time you finished that sentence, so enthusiastic about staying the night at your house, and you canât help but smile hearing their footsteps run up the stairs.Â
With that being said, you turn to the older man again. Your brows are trenched down, but your smile is still present. âSo, you legit just sat there and let those two tag-team me like that? In my own house?â
Another shrug with a dumb smirk on his handsome face. âTold you: too smart frâ me to catch up.â You shake your head before exiting to get the kids and guest rooms ready, leaving him with the television.Â
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The midnight hour has finally danced its way into the darkness of the night. Halloween is finally over, and the month of October is no more. The pitter-patter sound of the rain cleanses the neighborhood of its merits and festivities that partook hours ago, ready for a new phase of the year to take over.
After having the guest room ready with sheets and sleepwear for Toji and kissing the kids goodnight, you rinse your stress off with a nice shower and put on your pajamas to get ready for bed. After you turn the lights off, you drape the comforter over your figure as your body sinks with the cozy sheets and pillowcase. Your eyes close while focusing on the curtains of your window, the only light piercing inside being the lampposts by the street.Â
âŚWell, at least thatâs whatâs supposed to happen. But thatâs not the case because youâre not the only one lying comfortably on your mattress. Instead, Toji is here with you, in your room, on your bed, his chest to your back, and his hand roaming inside your oversized shirt. Your lips are now connected with his, sharing your erotic moans with his enticing groans, and you get a little louder as his fingers cup and play with your breast.
âMmphhâŚAhhhh, I thought I told you youâre sleeping in the guest roomâNmmff!â He tweezes your nipple with his forefinger and thumb roughly. Â
âAnd I thought youâd be smart enough to know that wasnât gonna happen.â Toji kisses the crook of your neck, drawing near your ear for him to whisper. âBesides, look at you. Still sleepinâ with no underwear on?â
âHmph, only when I have a man around the house.â That answer got you another rough tweak on your nip and a purposeful gnaw to your ear. You knew heâd react like that, never liking the mention of another man leaving your mouth â especially during an intimate time like this.
âThat so? What man you know that can handle all this?â Toji then moves from his side to be between your legs, pulling up your shirt to fully expose your chest. And your breathe hitches while his free hand travels down your abdomen to your bottoms.
âAhhhh, no one. Just you...â You look at him with half-lidded eyes, taking in his reaction to what you said. The salacious grin on his face becoming broader should entail that he greatly loved that retort.
He brings his face to your other unattended nipple, âGood answer, princess.â The nub of your breast enters his mouth, and the wet warmth of his tongue greets it with lapped motions and grazes from his teeth. Despite that, it doesnât distract you from the fact your bottoms are pulled down with ease and are thrown to the bedroom floor, leaving your cunt out for him, your erotic fluids seeping and glistening from the outside lights.Â
Toji plays with your folds until he can stuff his pointer finger into your chasm, the insertion resulting in your bodyâs jolt. Itâs been a long while since you had his thick digit inside you, playing and scraping the inner walls to evoke whimpers. God, it felt so good, this satisfying feeling returning to awaken your body to his touch. He interacts with your body as if heâs the only person who knows how to get you going â and itâs the truth. No one can put you in a blissful haze quicker than this man. And youâd prefer to keep it that way.Â
The addition of his middle finger into your leaky entrance startles you, the thick digit making its way in with such vigor that he uses both fingers to scrape the velvety texture of your walls. Your eyes are now screwed shut at the growing commotion between your thighs, and the heat within your body flourishing all around gets to your head. ââKhmm, Oh fuuck, Toji. Please, donât stop.âÂ
With a soft âpopâ noise from his lips, Toji replies to your demands. âIâm sorry, whatâs my name again?â You giggle with trenched brows. Of course, how could I forget?
âNmmph, D-Daddy, pleaseee, Iâm so cloâAhhhann!!â He puts his thumb to your clit, grinding down on it unexpectedly. âI wanna cum, pleaseeeâŚâ
âHmmm, good girl,â he teased, laying down kisses, nibbling on the skin of your stomach and inner thighs until he arrives at your leaking slit. Your body jerks up from the bed when you feel the cold, wet muscle slowly lick on your clitoris before ravaging your folds. The sounds of his mouth on your cunt are so lewd to the ear, slurping noises from his lips with the lapping motions of his tongue claiming your come are too much for you. And when he uses his hand to swipe and pinch your clit? Oh, itâs a wrap. Your release comes out without control, biting down on your bottom lip to make sure your cries donât leave this space for the kids to hear. Their room is on the other side down the hall; tonight isnât the night for too many risks.
When your trembling body calms down and subsides, Toji withdraws his face from between your thighs. Your essence paints his mouth, and he wipes his chin clean while licking the remnants that coat his scarred lips. âHmph, missed tastinâ you like that.â You open your eyes when your high finally evades you, watching your ex-husband pull down his sweats. His erection springs out and hits his stomach, your mind going rampant with thoughts as you ogle at his freed limb. Shit, itâs been so long. Will that shit even fit me again?
âDonât think itâll fit, baby?â Damn him, he loves teasing you. Toji then discards his black wife-beater, at long last revealing his well-built, brawny physique that has you drooling for him. He uses his hands to maneuver your legsâyour knees pushed to your chest as your legs propped up on his shoulders. A position youâre all too familiar with. Your eyes donât leave Tojiâs cock as he aligns his cock to your slick-coated folds. âTake some breaths frâ me, sweetie. Canât take care of you when youâre all tense.â
You take up on his advice and begin taking deep breaths, reminding yourself to maintain the steady pattern as he pushes the tip of his dick between the lips of your cunt. Every inhale is where he nudges into the hole of your inner cavern, and every exhale gives you time to breathe out the pain that comes in for a split second. This carries on until the cockhead wedges itself perfectly into your vagina, along with the inches of his girth that stretches until the base kisses your lips, the tip of him kissing your cervix. Tears swell up in your eyes, taking more deep breaths to prepare yourself for whatâs about to come.Â
âOooh fuuuckâŚHeh, yeah, thatâs my baby right there. Fittinâ so perfect frâ me, mamaâŚâ He puts his weight on you, keeping your figure unmoving under his bow.Â
âNmmmf, Daddyyy,â youâre forced to take in all of him, and drool trails down your lips with no hope of taking care of it. ââŚIâm so full, youâre too muchâŚâ
âI know, sweetie, I know.â He wipes your spit after kissing your forehead. How gentle compared to what youâre about to go through. âGonna move now.â His thrusts start slow for the two of you to adjust to each other; the feeling of his lengthâs veins coming in and out of your chasm is so euphoric, and the kisses to your cervix want your body to writhe and squirm. But youâre bent into this position for a reason: forced to submit to him no matter what. So you do just that.
Yet your horny haze gets more potent once he picks up the pace, rutting into you with increased speed. Your slit, still sensitive from earlier, gets overstimulated with the constant grazes on your gummy walls and jabs to your tender cervix. It takes everything in your power not to come so early.
ââHahhhh, Nmmph. Oh, shit, shit, shitâŚâ Toji groans above you, the thrusts of his pelvis increase to an irregular rhythm, grinding deep into your cunt to the point of uncontrollable babbles escaping your lips. His bullying on your insides results in you gripping his length hard, causing the older man to hiss and moan at your contractions. ââOhhhfuuuckk!! Jesus Christ, baby. Yâre gonna make me go crazy.âÂ
As if that wasnât already happening now that he pistons his cock into your wetness, your brain turning into mush from the onslaught of ruts to your puffy wet chasm. Tears stream down your face, and more drool follows down with more precise hits to your delicate canal. The pounding in your head makes it hard to think of anything else, the squelching noises and paps of Tojiâs balls hitting your cunt making it worse.Â
âD-Daddyyy, IâmâOhoooo!! Oh, Jesus, ohhhshit!â You canât formulate a proper sentence, too engulfed with the electrifying sensations coursing through your body.Â
âDamn, you feel too fucking goodâHnngh!!â Toji places his forehead on yours, resting his entire weight on you while his hips have a mind of their own. ââBout to make me knock you upâŚâ
Oh, good Lord. The mere thought of having a child is the last thing that should be on your mind. But in a time like this, who in their right mind would be thinking straight? âNnnfff! Oh God, pleaseee, fill me up, Daddyy!â Green eyes narrow with trenched brows. ââPleasepleasepleaseee!! I want you to fill me up so bad, I want it, I wantâHyaaaaa!!âÂ
How can he deny your desperate, teary pleas when youâre urging him on like this? âHeh, youâre so fuckinâ sexy, mama.â Toji captures your lips with his, your mewls taken by him as you sink further into your pleasurable thrill.
Sporadic thrusts of his pelvis produce more raunchy noises in the joining of your sexes, his heavy balls smacking on your cunt as he drives the base of his cock straight into you. Your slit is now a puffy mess, come and slick form a soapy mess that Toji now harbors a milky ring around his girth. A few rushed, sloppy thrusts heighten your high once more, and then Toji presses his pelvis down to the hilt on one final, harsh thrust, unloading his seed into your aching folds. And your climax follows in a few seconds, the walls of your cunt fluttering on his pulsating dick as your essence soaks him. Your muffled shrieks are received by him, quivering under him until the aftershocks wash through your body.Â
Once you two breathe at a steady tempo and the nerves of your sweaty bodies fall still, the kiss is broken with heavy pants and a string of spit that links you two together. Toji buries his face between your neck and shoulder, licking and kissing your skin as youâre allowed time to experience your clarity.
âHmmmâŚYou know Iâm not done yet, princess.â Toji mumbles to your ear before stationing your legs off his shoulders for them to rest.
âYeah, I know, big guy.â You tease him with a breathless laugh, kissing him on the temple. âAlways wanting moreâŚâ
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ââŚSo, youâre telling me you had your ex-husband spend the night? Not just the kids?â
âYup, thatâs what happened.âÂ
This morning was different from your usual routine â well, you canât say itâs different if you have done it before, huh? After five years of divorce, you thought youâd be so used to waking up and getting ready for work without worrying about others. However, this morning proves otherwise.
It felt natural walking into the kidsâ room and lightly shaking them awake, telling them to get ready while you whip up something quick for them to eat as Toji showers (using your bathroom, by the way). Watching the kids run down the stairs and eat breakfast puts a smile on your face, reminiscing about the good old days when they were younger and teenier. It sometimes feels surreal doing the same thing for them now that theyâre getting older and taller. But seeing them bicker and interact with each other in your presence never fails to warm your heart.
When Tojiâs finished freshening up and loading his kidsâ stuff in his truck, itâs time to bid them farewell for their departure for school. You give them final touch-ups on their hair and outfits, reminding them to be safe and not get into trouble (especially Megumi, now that the boyâs been getting into fights). And before they rush to the car, you hug them and give each a kiss on the cheek. Here is where the warm feeling inside your heart begins to deteriorate, not wanting to let them go. Yet, for their sake â and education â you release them and hope for the best.
The last to leave was Toji, who came from the kitchen to the front door with a paper plate wrapped in foil in one hand. His name is written boldly by a black Sharpie. âThis fr' me?âÂ
âNo, itâs for Shiu Kong, for dealing with you all the time.â You stick your tongue out at Toji as he glares at you, not even moving out of the way while he exits through the door. âYou better eat that when you get to work, you have a terrible habit of skipping lunch.âÂ
âWhatever ya say, mom.â He pesters you with the title, knowing youâre technically not a mother anymore. Yet it only makes you smile knowing he notices your maternal side.Â
âDonât forget to text me when Tsumikiâs soccer game is next week.â You watch him go down the porch stairs.Â
âWill do.âHe whistles.Â
âAnd Toji?â
The man stops walking to turn to you, his forest green eyes fixed on you so quickly that you almost forget what you want to say. Or what you wanted to do. You place your fingers on your lips and blow a kiss with an outward gesture. It was an old habit you did whenever he left, something you canât seem to get out of practice with. Itâs embroidered in your mind at this point.Â
And when he catches the kiss with his free hand and places it on his chest, it makes your heart skip a beat. Toji grins, âIâll be damned if that was fr' Shiu, too.â
You snicker with a shaken head. âDrive safe, Toji.â Closing the front door, you stand there for a while. Your smile doesnât falter; it gets bigger as you replay the moment instead. Thinking about him, hearing him, seeing him, it all drives you crazy. And thatâs a good thingâŚright?
âI donât know, sounds like you still kinda care about the guy.âÂ
âOf course I do,â So here you are, sitting in your living room enjoying the rays of the sunset decorating the space, in a video call with your best friends, Utahime and Mei Mei. You reply to the formerâs comment. âJust because I donât have the ring on my finger doesnât mean I shouldnât care about him. I mean, heâs the father of two lovely children.â
âShoot, youâre better than me, then.â The dark-haired woman admits. âBut youâre kinda proving my point, Y/n. Even when you donât have the ring on, you two act like the same old couple, and itâs definitely not just for the kidsâ sake. Letâs be real here.âÂ
You try to interject, but the pale-blue-haired other, Mei Mei, intervenes, âI agree. Itâs one thing if you let the children stay over, but he also wanted to spend the night. Sure, he couldâve been tired from driving all day and such. However, if youâre still seeing a man for the last five years â while legally unbound â and he says he wants to spend the night under your roof, which is rare, that should ring some bells at least.â
âI know, it didâŚâ you nod along with what your friend is saying, throwing your head back with a heavy sigh. âBut itâs not like heâs never spent the night here before, nor is he banished from stepping inside.âÂ
âOh? Then why is this time different from the others?â
Utahime jumps in after Mei Meiâs chirp. âYeah, youâre telling us about all these nostalgic lovey-dovey feelings as if youâre falling in love with him all over again. What, did you two have sex or something?âÂ
An open mouth, yet no words come out, leaving you in a predicament. You couldâve just lied or swerved the subject to something else. But you didnât. And the two women on the screen lift their brows with hooded eyes, a look meaning a thousand words. You couldnât even explain yourself either because a sudden knock on your door captured the attention of all three of you.Â
You stand up and walk towards the door, your friends still on call on the phone at hand. Opening the door, youâre almost stunned to see in front of you. Tsumiki and Megumi with nervous smiles, and their father at the car collecting the same duffles bags from last night. Youâre kidding.
âHey, kids.â The two of them gulped from not calling them by their names. You bring up the phone to face the screen to them. âSay hello to Auntie Mei Mei and Utahime.â The women on the line smile and wave at the children, who sheepishly wave back.
âHi, aunties.â Megumi greets them, and then his eyes drift back to you. âSo, Y/nââ
âWhat did you forget this time?â Straight to the point, no room for excuses.
âIt was Miki this time! She forgot her soccer cleats.â The older sibling gawks at her younger brother for calling her out.
âTsumiki, I know you have cleats at home.â
âI do, but these are special! You bought them for my birthday, and Iâve been wearing them to every game ever since! So, I was scared when I couldnât find them at home.â The brunette was quick to defend her stand. âAlso, Dad doesnât feel like driving up here and then back. SoâŚcan weâŚâ
You close your eyes and bring the phone to your face to shield your vexation. Twice in a row, the sixth time this month. You can hear the giggles of your friends from the other side of the phone, adding more fuel to the fire. You donât look up until you hear heavy footsteps on the porch, seeing Toji holding both duffle bags with a hand and shoulder. He stares at you as you stare at him, a silent conversation on how to handle this situation. And when he shrugs with lifted brows, you realize itâs no use and release the long-awaited sigh.
ââŚ.If I see one more thing being left behind here, you guys canât come back till December, understand?â It wasnât anything serious, but enough for the kids to know you werenât joking. They nod their heads in unison while you roll your eyes. âOkay, get in here.â They rushed inside with gleeful laughs, the shuffling of their backpacks following along with them. Your eyes then drift to Toji as he walks up to you. âDid you forget something here, too?â
âYeah,â you lift a brow when he drops Megumiâs bag to the floor. Before you can register his hand on your chin, you squeak when he brings his lips to yours. It lasted for seconds, but the kiss was sweet and tender, sucking on your lip before letting go with a playful bite. âMeant to give you that when you woke up. Thanks fr' the food, mama.âÂ
Toji picks the bag up and walks inside your home to put the bags in the rooms, leaving you standing on the porch with an astounded expression. You couldnât appropriately calibrate your thoughts until you heard faint laughs from the phone. Then, you realize your best friends witnessed the entire scene that transpired.Â
Utahime, with the slyest leer, was the first to say something. âOh yeah, he laid that pipe on you good, without a doubt.â
âMhmm,â Mei Mei agrees with a chuckle. âAnd I'm guessing heâs gonna do it again tonight. Isnât that right, Y/n?â
You end the video call with a heated face. âSh-Shut your damn mouths!!â Again, you groan into your hands before returning inside. Thank God I still have those birth control pills...
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đ baby, could i be more obvious?
you lose your virginity to jeongguk, the only boy youâd ever trust with such weight. and what you both feel for each other couldnât be more obvious.
based on this ask
from the grande series ŕ¨ŕ§
pairings: bookstore employee!jk x virgin!fem reader
genre: smut, strangers to friends to lovers
ratings: +18 / mdi
warnings: lower case intended, porn with some plot, mutual pining, age gap (21 n 25), first time, dry humping, tit play (small boobs lover jk!!!), oral (f receiving), fingering, hand job, size kink, protected sex, missionary, cowgirl, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, sooo much praise, and pet names, jeongguk is so so loving and caring, sm fluff hehe, bit of angst maybe? but lovey dovey confession <33
word count: 12.9k
a/n: aaaa this is so silly and rushed but theyre so cute and i had to do something about it. ps: this is my first time writing smut, hope itâs not embarassing Help ..any feedback is appreciated đŠđťâđť
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you met jeon jeongguk at your favorite bookstore. the one tucked away in the quieter part of town, hidden in the shadow, squeezed between a small cafĂŠ and a vintage shop with an unassuming facade. itâs not the kind of place that draws crowds, most people passed it without a second glance, without paying it the attention it deserved.
but you always did, too attentive for your own liking, too curious for your own sake. you had always been the type to notice the quiet places where stories seem to breathe.
there was nothing not to love about the store. it felt like a refuge in tones of deep brown wood and soft amber light. it wasnât flashy, but thatâs why you loved it. stepping inside always brought a sense of calm, brought you closer to feel the whisper of worn leather bindings, the smell of old pages. it was being understood, accepted, seen.
meeting jeongguk wasnât fate. it wasnât some serendipitous moment ripped from a movie script. you didnât bump into him while too immersed in your favorite novel. you didnât reach simultaneously for the same book and argued over it, only to end up in the cafĂŠ next door.
jeon jeongguk was simply working there. he was an employee at the bookshop, stocking shelves, checking inventory. he just so happened to be charming, and the only one who came up to you after youâd been standing in front of a high shelf for what felt like an eternity.
âlooking for anything in particular?â
when you turned to follow the source of the honey voice, not too low but still smooth, you had to fight hard to keep the gasp that was threatening to escape locked in your throat. he was tall. way taller than you. his dark hair fell in soft curls, brushing the nape of his neck, framing his face with carefully crafted, but effortlessly beautiful curtains. and when you managed to escape his wide eyes, seemingly storing all the warmth the shop could offer, you found it even harder to contain the surprise as you spotted a trail of intricate ink designs starting from his hand and running up his muscled arm, only to disappear beneath the short sleeve of his black polo.
he was still staring, expectantly. and you just kept standing there, mute. observing like a maniac. you stumbled over your words, trying to steady your voice, âohâ um. i was looking for the japanese author, kawamura?â
the way his eyes lit up at your request was unmistakable. and after that, the same spark would flicker in his gaze every time you stepped foot in the shop.
you later found out that he was new, which explained why you hadnât noticed him before, all the times youâd gone and searched for books. which werenât a lot, but enough for the other staff to know your face through the years. and now, certainly enough for jeongguk to become acquainted with your presence.
you started finding excuses to go more often, week after week, convincing yourself that you needed new books to accompany your tea as the colder months approached. truth be told, it wasnât just the books pulling you in. your friends kept teasing you about the real reason why youâd always hurry there after your lectures ended, and deep down you knew you just had to accept it. you were developing a silly, little crush.
jeongguk didnât seem to mind the growing frequency of your visits. if you had to guess, youâd say he was just as eager to see you. or maybe he was just exceptionally good at his job. if that were the case, you hoped he was crowned employee of the month every single time.
there was always a line he never crossed. his professionalism remained intact. he greeted you like any other customer, offering his help when you needed it. and you always seemed to need it, didnât you? yet, there was something in the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when you smiled, the way his lips curved in that subtle, almost hidden way when you left with a new book in hand. youâd walk out of the store, clutching your latest literary find, grinning like a fool, and jeongguk would watch, his own smile lingering long after you were gone.
deep down, you knew this couldnât last forever. you were just a student, miserably scraping by in the tiniest flat imaginable, your waitressing part-time job barely paying enough to make it through the month. but youâd feel bad, wasting hours of jeonggukâs shift, monopolizing his time with your indecision over paperbacks, keeping him off his tasks, just for it to be a waste. you needed to show him your gratitude, in a way. contribute to the income of the bookshop. so, you kept buying books. you werenât sure you even had more space to fit them in your own shelf.
yet no matter how much you tried to convince yourself to stay away, you couldnât help it. books were your escape, your joy, and the fact that they were sold to you by jeongguk was just an added bonus. the problem wasnât himâ it was your wallet. your poor, overworked wallet that kept reminding you of the price of each novel and how your little crush was becoming financially unsustainable.
it was one of those afternoons after your morning lectures, where the crisp autumn air made you even more eager to slip into the bookstore, feeling that familiar rush of warmth as jeongguk greeted you with his usual smile. this time, he surprised you with a book he had found just for you, claiming âyouâd enjoy it. feels light and genuine, just like you.â
when it came time to pay, cheeks still flushed after the sickly, sweet grin he flashed your way, you sighed as you rummaged through your bag for your card.
he scanned it, only to glance up at you with a hesitant expression, âhuh⌠it declined.â
âwhat?â you laughed, though it was shaky, disbelief lacing your words, âno, that canât be right. try again.â
he did, but the outcome remained unchanged. he met your eyes with a worried frown, and you felt your face flame in embarrassment, not the one that made your insides swarm with butterflies minutes before this.
you groaned, pressing your palm to your forehead in mortification, âfuck, this is so humiliating.â
jeongguk chuckled softly, his voice soothing, âhey, itâs really not. itâs okay. iâll pay for it.â
your jaw dropped, and you looked at him like he had lost his mind, âno, what? are you crazy? donâtâ donât do that. you donât need to. iâll just come back another day.â
what followed was a ridiculous, playful back-and-forth. you refused, he insisted, and soon enough, the two of you were locked in a silly tug-of-war over the book itself, laughing despite the situation. he finally threw his hands up in surrender, his smile impossibly wide, the kind of grin that made your heart skip a beat.
âalright, alright,â he relented, shaking his head, âbut iâm still not happy about this. if i canât pay for your book, at least let me buy you a coffee. iâm clocking off in 15. will you wait for me?â
you couldnât contain your eyes from widening, your smile to dumbly paint your features as you eagerly nodded. you didnât trust yourself to speak, afraid that if you did, some ridiculous teenage squeal would escape. he was grinning just as hard, though.
and so, you began seeing jeongguk outside the confined space of the bookstore, in a world beyond the shelves and spines of novels. his attire was always simple, dark tones that exuded comfort and warmth. his sweaters seemed soft enough to curl into, and his presence felt just as inviting.
but you pushed those thoughts away, trying to remind yourself that he was becoming a friend. one of your closest, even. you tried. you did! but you just couldnât help the way your mind wandered, imagining what it would be like to lean just a little closer, to feel the warmth of his embrace. god, get a grip.
still, it was impossible to ignore the flutter in your chest each time his eyes lingered a little longer than necessary. outside the bookstore, jeongguk was different. not in a bad way. he was just more relaxed, more himself. his touch came naturally, a hand at the small of your back guiding you through a crowded street, his arm slung casually over your shoulders like it belonged there. he was playful in a way that hinted at something deeper, his jokes sometimes drifting into uncharted territory, leaving your stomach in knots, your thoughts spiraling down paths you hadnât dared explore.
and then there was the way he looked after you. he was older, just by a few years, 25 to your 21, but it felt like a gulf of experience separated the two of you. heâd seen more, lived more. experienced more. knew more. about all that stuff youâd been scared to explore, the stuff that happened in the intimacy of oneâs bedroom. you knew he had his fair share of girlfriends, he told you about it. just how youâd told him you never got close to a relationship. you just flirted around with a boy in high school, messily making out in the corners where no one could see you. but it never went over that.
jeonggukâs protectiveness over you came naturally. you didnât mind. it was reassuring, the way his hand tightened around your wrist in a crowded space or how his gaze followed you across a room, always making sure you were safe.
you found yourself spending more and more time together. walking through the city, staying up late at cafĂŠs, or just wandering aimlessly in his car, talking about everything. you told him about your classes, the stress of exams, your dreams of becoming a teacher, and the uncertainties that weighed you down. he listened, really listened, in a way that made you feel seen, like every word you said mattered.
jeongguk shared his own story too. heâd dropped out of college a year ago, deciding that the path everyone else had planned for him wasnât for him at all. now, he was drifting, trying to figure out where he belonged. he took inspiration in the way your eyes sparkled at the prospect of your future. little did he know, your eyes just reflected the galaxies in his that you loved getting lost into.
it terrified you. because with each passing day, your feelings for him grew stronger, more undeniable. it wasnât just a crush anymore. it was something that had its own weight, pulling you closer to him. the lines were blurring, but you let them.
one night, after a long week of classes and stress, you went out with a few friends. jeongguk hadnât been able to join, caught up with work, but when your tipsy self had dialed his number later that night, he picked up right away. your voice was soft, your words slurred. they echoed through the barâs bathroom, followed by your uncontainable giggles as jeongguk playfully scolded you on the other line. the same softness was painting his face, and he only hung up when he started his car, showing up within minutes.
by the time he arrived, you were well past tipsy and leaning dangerously toward drunk. you didnât notice him sheepishly greeting your group of friends, their eyes lighting up with interest at the image of the renowned jeon jeongguk, until his low voice called your name, slipping his arm around your waist and helping you up from the bar stool, âcome on, letâs get you home. say bye-bye.â
you glared at him, face slightly reddening at his tease. he just loved treating you like a little kid. loved poking fun at you. still, you leaned into him, the scent of his body wash wrapping around you like a comforting blanket, banter ready on your tongue, âiâm fine, grandpa,â you slurred amusedly, but your legs wobbled as you tried to walk.
he chuckled under his breath, guiding you out of the bar, âyeah, sure you are. youâre barely standing.â
the night air was cold against your skin, but jeongguk was warm, his body solid and steady as you clung to him.
you didnât mean to say it, didnât mean to let the words slip, but in your hazy, alcohol-fueled state, you genuinely wondered, âwhy are you so good to me?â
he paused for a moment, glancing down at you with a small smile, âbecause you deserve it.â
the car ride was silent, in a comfortable way. you got lost in the way the city flashed past you, and jeongguk stole sneaky glances at you from the corner of his eye, his hand gripping the steering wheel a little tighter each time he let his eyes linger.
when he reached your place, he helped you inside, gently guiding you to the couch. you were too dazed to fight him when he insisted on getting you some water and a blanket. he moved around your cramped flat with ease, having memorized where every single thing belonged after his countless stays at your place, watching movie after movie or simply keeping you company while you revised.
he sat beside you for a while as you rambled on about your night, how the music was slightly disappointing even with the drinks being overpriced.
jeongguk listened attentively, even with your words stumbling out in messy fragments, jumping from one topic to another. his eyes traced the way your hands moved in wild gestures, the way your lips fumbled for the right words, the glaze in your eyes reflecting the soft glow of the room. he didnât realize it at first, but his body instinctively followed your movements, leaning closer with every excited wave of your arms, his knees brushing against yours, his head nodding in time with your words.
only when you stopped talking, turning to face him and catching his gaze in the dim light, he was made aware of the little distance between you. it wasnât unusual for the two of you to be this close. always sneakily seeking for one another in booth seats of the pubs youâd visit every so often, his hand lingering on your knee for longer than needed when calling for your attention, your arms locking together when walking through the city.
but this moment was different. it was heavy with something unspoken. and so tender, fragile.
your cheek rested on the back of the couch, your body slouched, your eyes half-lidded. he sat straight, his torso turned towards you, his head bending down to study your face better.
you didnât think when you blurted his name out, your gaze falling on his lips, âjeongguk.â
he hummed softly.
âi want you to kiss me.â
the words tumbled out before you could stop them, but you didnât take them back. you couldnât.
jeongguk didnât seem startled by your unfiltered words. he didnât flinch, didnât pull back. he only tilted his head slightly, the corner of his lip inching up sweetly, âyou want me to kiss you?â
you hummed, with the same softness, only tinted with uncertainty. fear of rejection. you were suddenly aware of what you asked him now that he repeated it back to you. and you realized how much you meant it, just now.
but his tone wasnât condemning. it was seeking for confirmation that he heard right, that it wasnât just your drunk thoughts talking. still, he didnât lean closer, nor let his eyes fall to the lower part of your face.
he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, âiâll kiss you. just not now.â
âwhat? why not?â
your eyebrows were cutely furrowed, the blush the alcohol painted you with only making the pout on your lips even more irresistible.
jeongguk hissed amusedly, âbecause youâre drunk. and when iâll kiss you, i want you to be sure about it. want you to remember it.â
âbut i am sure about it. i want you.â
once again, your blunt confession didnât seem to faze him. he smiled, kept his tone low, âi know. i want you too.â
your breath hitched at the unexpected sincerity of his words, your eyes roaming all over his face. you subtly shifted closer, your lips parted slightly with desire. the flame that lit up your body burned all the alcohol from your system, and suddenly you were more awake than ever. you were alert. your heart pounding, your core pulsing. he looked so inviting, so pretty in that light.
he wet his lips, darting his tongue out to play with his piercing. you could feel your head spin. you didnât just want him. you needed him. and it wasnât the alcohol. you were sure of it.
you could only dumbly lean closer and hope for the best, but he chuckled softly, his large hand framing the side of your face and forcing you to stop your path towards him, look at him, swim in the intensity of his gaze.
his tone was gentle, delicate, understanding, âif you donât change your mind, weâll talk about this tomorrow, okay? when youâre sober. hm?â
his eyes searched yours, waiting patiently for your response. you only managed a small nod, your eyes glossy with frustration and a bit of shame. you bit your lip, muttering a small okay and letting him fix your hair with the fondest look in his orbs.
he left your flat only after tucking you in your bed, because you begged him to, and after much more pleading, you even convinced him to stay beside you until you fell asleep. you didnât feel him slip out of your hold on his hand, the weight of his body leaving your bed, and with it, the warmth of his presence going as well.
but the following day, after downing the glass of water you assumed he left by your nightstand, you bore through your headache and searched for his contact in your phone first thing as you woke up. you were instantly hit with flashes of the night before, and you remembered exactly what you told him, what he promised. that if you still wanted it, you would talk about it. and you just needed to hear his voice, as soon as possible.
youâre not sure what there was to talk about. you asked him for a kiss. his lips on yours. itâs not like there would be much space for talking.
with your phone to your ear, the ringback tone was the only sound filling the space between your thoughts. you felt a twinge of anxiety in your stomach. you should have probably called later, let yourself adjust to consciousness. maybe rationalize yesterdayâs events and find a better way to move around them. give yourself more time to think it over. the wait stretched on, and it only gave your doubts more space to spiral, turn into little monsters whispering evil things in your ear.
he probably wanted to talk to you about it because he thought it was a stupid idea. he didnât really want it, was just lying to get you to shut up. he thought you were foolish, childish, not his type at all. or maybe, he was seeing someone and didnât know how to tell you. wow, that would be humbling. you wanted him so bad and he was justâ
âhello?â
his voice sounded muffled through the line. you clumsily adjusted your device to your ear, sitting up, still in your bed, last nightâs makeup smudged under your eyes, âjeongguk?â
âthat would be me, maâam.â
âhi,â your voice was low, thick with sleep and the remnants of your hangover, and it sounded weaker than youâd intended to reveal.
âhey. feeling better, miss?â
his playful tone was laced with affection, and it instantly put a smile on your face. you didnât realize it, but your mind was clearing, your body unconsciously easing back into the covers, âi am.â
jeongguk hummed, and you heard the faint sound of movement on his end. he was probably getting ready for the bookstore, but still found time to pick up your call. it made you alert, awkwardly aware of what both of you were probably expecting out of this conversation.
you cleared your throat, smoothing some of the morning grogginess and sounding lighter, softer, âcome over after your shift? i miss the office. and your ramyeon.â
when he chuckled in your ear and teased you for that one time you said his cooking was average, you felt your shoulders relax. even more when he agreed and shot you a quick see you later, followed by the exaggerated sound of smacking lips.
it was his signature goodbye, always ending your calls with that. it would usually make you roll your eyes, a grin tugging at your lips. but this time, it made you blush like a pubescent teenager. get. a. grip.
jeongguk noticed the slight shift in your demeanor right away. he could taste the tension, smell it in the air, feel it in the way youâd become stiff, even when his fingers barely grazed your skin. it was a stark contrast to how things had been between you two.
you still moaned around the first bite of his ramyeon, still giggled with your mouth full as he mockingly mimicked your voice, playfully downgrading his cooking skills from months ago. but you blushed a little harder at the smirk that followed his usual tease. subtly ran away from his hand seeking your contact.
with time, both of you had grown comfortable with the casual touches, playful proximityâ tickling at each otherâs sides, poking jokingly, or simply brushing hands when no one was looking. it had become a natural part of your dynamic.
but after your earlier slurred confessions, he could tell that it was affecting you more deeply now, your body reacting differently to his touch. the way you startled at his closeness, the small breath catching in your throat. it all made his head spin, his fist tighten in restraint. you werenât the only one affected.
on your couch, you found it hard to relax in his familiar embrace, an arm around your shoulders, your head resting on his chest. the steady rhythm of his breathing usually soothed you, but tonight, your heart was fighting its way up, dangerously close to spilling all over his neat clothes. you exhaled shakily, the office playing quietly on the tv doing a weak job at distracting you.
and jeongguk couldnât take it anymore. lust wasnât the only feeling simmering under the surface. he was scared. that he may have read it all wrong, that you only blurted it out because you were drunk and not in control of your thoughts. he was terrified of stepping the wrong way, doing something that would determinately scare you away, end whatever you two had for good. and he didnât want to lose you. wanted to keep you. and that went over the need to taste your lips.
through the corner of your eye, you could feel him stare down at you intently. his other hand reached to move your hair out of the way, and you let him. you turned to meet his gaze, and relaxed slightly at the fond look on his features.
âwhatâs going on in that pretty, little head of yours? will you tell me?â
you blinked. gulped down loudly. the reassuring smile on his face grew bigger. you shifted slightly in his hold, moving your body to face him, and the arm that was around you naturally fell down your waist.
you tried to word it differently, tried to suppress it just a bit longer, find another way around it, but his blown out pupils lowered all your inhibitions, âdo youâ do you still want to kiss me?â
âi do. very badly.â
his response was immediate, and it came through a whisper. it caressed your face sweetly, and it made you aware of the natural gravity that pulled you even closer, to the point of your noses almost touching.
you were unable to move, to initiate anything, to be truthful to your desires. your orbs jumped on every corner of his face, widening. he let his palm close around your hip, then he spoke low, âwill you let me do that?â
jeon jeongguk kissed you slowly. his lips lingered on yours, tasting, moving with intent. his hands framed your face, traveling down your neck and holding you gently by the nape.
it was sweet, and delicate. he took his time becoming acquainted with your pace, letting you control the movement of his doings. when he darted his tongue out to trace your lower lip, you granted him permission to explore the insides of your mouth.
with tongues intertwined, the kiss gradually became sloppier, more desperate. your fingers found home in his long curls, tugging at the base of it, and supporting yourself while arching your body into his, pressing yourself against his chest, seeking for confirmation that he wanted this just as badly as you did.
he welcomed your proximity by letting his palms fall to your waist, keeping you close, and tracing his touch dangerously close to the curve of your ass.
you whined lowly, but the sounds became ingloriously louder the more he pressed your body against his hard one, his touch wandering, squeezing, feeling.
you messily straddled his lap and sat with your knees on both sides of him, your desire deepening with your kiss, devouring his lips harder, twisting his hair in a confused tangle the more you got lost in them.
his hands went to hold your hips, and you soon felt a stronger weight on them, gently pulling you away and giving you a minute to catch your breath. though it was taken out of you the moment you took in the man in front of you, his lips swollen, his eyes half-lidded, his curls all over the place.
he let out an amused chuckle, combing through your own mess on your head, âhey, pretty. itâs okay. thereâs no rush. we can take it slow, hm?â
in that small moment, you were made aware of your own eagerness slipping out of your control and rushing your actions, insatiable with wanting more, but not even being sure if jeongguk wanted that more just as much.
instead, you were sure your whole face was a crimson shade with the way the boy under you fondly grinned, his hand guiding you by the nape and letting your lips meet again in a small peck, before he focused on your face again.
jeongguk never left your eyes, and you were too hypnotized to even think of looking elsewhere. his gaze was steady, magnetic, thirsty to drink in your reaction as he guided your hips against him, letting them drag over his clothed bulge. you moaned, unshameful, your eyes rolling back.
âyeah? you like that?â
you could only nod dumbly, repeatedly, using your hands on his shoulders as support while you kept grinding on him. slowly at first, just how he had suggested. but the stimulation was too good, your clit deliciously meeting his hardness, spreading the embarrassing amount of wetness you had already collected all over your panties. you tentatively picked up your pace, his hands immediately stopping you.
âyou need to be patient, doll.â his scold was only playful, the smirk spreading on his features letting you know he enjoyed the effect he had on you, the way he bit his lip communicating he was just as affected. but you liked the feeling of him guiding you through this.
you didnât know what to do, werenât sure how to please him, too shy under his adoring look. you sheepishly smiled, falling onto him and hiding yourself in the crook of his neck.
he laughed, his chest moving with it, and you could feel his heart pumping, his warmth meeting the side of your face. he took the hand on your waist and dragged it up your back, soothingly, âyouâre doing so good, baby. okay?â
it was sweet, and the praise made you pulse around nothing. you nodded, your nose brushing against his neck as you timidly let your lips leave a trace of wet kisses along his adamâs apple, going up his jaw. he hummed, the sound reverberating in his throat and against your mouth.
you left small pecks on his cheek, to his nose, retreating after laying a quiet one on his mouth. you looked back at him, jumping between his eyes, confession tumbling out your tongue, âsorry. i just want you so bad.â
he chuckled, moving your bangs out of your face, âi want you just as much. but i donât want this moment to be fast. want to make it special for you.â
his whispered words tugged at the strings of your poor heart. you felt it begging to be ripped out of your chest, banging on your rib cage, maybe trying to find another way up your throat. but its repeated, quick pumping also matched the need pooling down your lower belly, staining your panties.
you nodded, finding his lips again and deepening the kiss, adapting to a slower rhythm as your tongues fervently explored each other. he grabbed your sides and grinded you closer to him, moaning in your mouth as you matched his gentle guiding, meeting the involuntary buck of his hips.
the almost too tender drag of your clothed pussy against his clothed, hard cock soon became torturous for the both of you, reduced to panting, eager messes. you felt unashamedly close just from the repeated action, and if he hadnât decided to lay you on your back just then, you were sure you would have cummed already.
he was gentle as he positioned you on the couch, your body sprawled while he was mindful not to put too much of his weight on you. when he left your lips, you instinctively whined. your head subtly lifted off the sofa to try and follow his mouth, bring it back on yours, but he only smirked and darted his tongue out to lick off your taste.
he didnât give you time to protest, to miss his touch, to be left unattended. because he quickly moved to work on your neck, his tattooed hand tentatively seeking its way under your t-shirt.
you let him wander. let him leave wet traces from your jaw down your collarbones while his fingers left goosebumps along their path, and rose up to your chest. he hummed at the feeling of your bare breasts, smirking at the absence of a bra.
he felt the skin under it, only for his palm to cup your boob and knead at it. it was a perfect fit in his large hand, his thumb teasingly slicing over your nipple and making you mewl, arching your back and pushing your front into him.
he moved himself from your neck and hesitantly lifted up your shirt, searching your eyes for permission. you put your hands on his and led them to take it off you, discarding it on the ground.
he sat back on his heels, admiring your figure laying between his legs. in his eyes, you found something you were never met with until that moment.
he looked starved, his pupils blown and following every curve of your body, his hands hovering only to end up caressing your sides delicately.
you blushed, hard, using your hand to cover your face and throwing an arm over your chest. his palms squeezed your hips twice, his thumbs stroking the skin under your ribs, âdonât hide from me, pretty. let me see you.â
you shook your head stubbornly, a small whine escaping your throat. but he could tell you werenât starting any fight, he could make out your smile, barely concealed under your fingers.
jeongguk moved your wrists and laid them on top of your head, his face nearing again to leave an adoring kiss on your lips. when he found your eyes again, the fondest smile was painting his features, âyouâre beautiful.â
âmy boobs are small,â your voice was muffled, shy, hidden behind your childish pout.
âi fucking love them,â with one hand still keeping your wrists together, he used the other one to play with your breasts once more, his gaze hypnotized by the way he could make them fit in his large palm, squeezing them together and kneading at the softness.
you moaned, loud and unashamed, when he guided his smooth lips to your nipple, his gaze never leaving yours while he attempted small, kitten licks at it.
when he saw how your eyes lustfully rolled back as his fingers went to play with your other boob, rolling it and letting his thumb slide over the sensitive center, he took it as his go-ahead to wholly engulf your wet nipple in his mouth and suck on it, lick around it, kiss it.
jeongguk was hastily making out with your tits, giving both of them the attention they needed, reducing your nipples to soaked, hard messes.
you felt your soul ascend high and leave your body when, as you unconsciously thrusted your hips up in desperate need of friction, you found that in his knee, the one that was positioned between your legs, the one you now grinded into with no control over your pace, bringing yourself closer to the edge.
âfuck, jeongguk,â you didnât have time to feel ashamed over how delirious you sounded, or looked, the lewd noises of his sucking taking you even higher, his hands massaging your boobs with intent.
you only got louder the more you let your cunt rub against his leg, a motion you were unable to slow down, too eager to get to the finish line. and this time, jeongguk let you, even spurring you on, âlet go, angel. cum on my thigh.â
it was all the encouragement you needed to fully loosen, his own whines resounding against your chest and blending with your high-pitched moans, eyes rolled back, head thrown to the side, fingers clutching around jeonggukâs locks and guiding him further into you as you lost control on his thigh, âgonna cum!â
your orgasm took over your whole body, shaking with overwhelment at the stimulation. all the sensations you were feeling were new to you, but nonetheless welcomed in the way your eyelids drooped with relaxed pleasure and you worked to catch your breath, your muscles untightening, your arms falling by your sides.
jeongguk left one last kiss around your nipple before lifting himself up to admire your fucked out state, your cheeks flushed and sweat adorning you with an angel-like glow, the lazy smile on your face as you stared at him making his heart skip a few beats.
he let his eyes wander, his own expression incredulous at what had just happened, âthat was so fucking sexy, baby.â
the way you sheepishly chuckled was contagious, his giggles filling your ears as he lifted you up and pulled you against his chest, your still weak body falling onto him with ease. he smiled fondly, looking down at your face, âif you want to stop here, itâs totally okay. i wonâtââ
âno!â your energy came back to you as quickly as it left your body minutes before, sitting up straight in his embrace with your eyes wide and worried. you fumbled with your words, ânoâ no. i want to keep going. please.â
the grin that took over his features adorably caused his nose to scrunch, and he had to put his lips on yours and let them blend together in a sickly sweet kiss to keep himself from saying the words that were so dangerously close from spilling, on the tip of his tongue. he hoped, as he slid it against yours, that you could still feel them, and accept them.
he retreated to cup your cheek in his palm, your eyebrows still unconsciously drawn up in agitation, but easing as he reassured you, âyou donât have to beg, angel. iâll give you anything you ask for.â
âokay. couch is uncomfortable. take me to the bedroom,â your arms stretched out, teasingly expecting him to pick you up.
you squealed when he did, taking your legs, wrapping them around his tiny waist and getting up the sofa, leading both of you to your room. he didnât have to watch where he was going, his feet automatically guiding him, having adjusted to your flat long ago. but even if that werenât the case, he would still not look, too caught up in your glossy orbs.
he pinched your sides before laying you on the soft surface of your bed, legs still tight around him, âbossy much, hm?â
you shrugged, a naughty grin accompanying the playful glint in your eyes, âyouâre following my orders flawlessly.â
he scoffed amusedly, kissing his teeth, âah, is that right?â
you hummed, eager with taking the back and forth further, see where it takes you, âsuch a good boy.â
the giggle that tumbled out of you as he narrowed his eyes betrayed you, breaking into a full fit of laughter as he tickled your sides, your legs leaving his waist. he tauntingly bit your neck, not enough to hurt you, grinning mischievously, âiâm letting you get away with too much. need to teach you a lesson.â
the laugh died in your throat the second he lifted his shirt up, showing his body to you for the first time. michelangelo would have loved to sculpt him, thatâs the first thought your slowed down brain could come up with as you let your eyes wander all over his upper body.
he was toned, his eight pack abs glowing effortlessly for your mouth to water, his nipples a brownish color and so inviting, making you lean on your forearms for a better view.
the arm that wrapped around one of your legs and pushed it on the side was the one inked with those intricate designs you spent boring, lazy afternoons analyzing, and now they were the reason why you could feel a familiar buzz down your core again, coating your panties with even more of your sticky juice.
âcat got your tongue?â there was no way you could even think of a witty come-back with the way he lowered his pretty face between your thighs, his cocky smirk never leaving his expression as his eyes fixated on your own, challenging you.
but you were long gone, willing to let him do whatever he wanted to your body. you stared intently as his fingers hooked under the hem of your shorts, pulling them down in a sensual motion, until they fell on the floor.
your head fell backwards as he let his nose trace your soaked slit, still hidden underneath the layer of cotton panties, âis this okay?â
he only needed your eager nod to leave a subtle kiss on your clit, then lap at your slick through the thin material, âtaste so good, doll.â
jeongguk repeated the motion, licking at you through your undies and letting his big nose brush against your clit torturously, his saliva and your wetness causing the fabric to dig between your lips uncomfortably, showing yourself to him.
you unconsciously bucked your hips up, eagerly demanding to set you free, but he held you down by your waist, âpatience, baby.â
you whined loudly, and you couldnât believe how delirious you sounded already, only moments after your earlier climax. he seemed to enjoy your reactions, the tip of his tongue teasing your entrance and ripping a desperate moan out of you, trying to push yourself into him further but being held down by his strong palms.
you fell on your back, your hair sprawled over your pillows, suddenly too weak to fight against him. he chuckled darkly, speaking against your core, âyouâre so cute. so eager for me, angel.â
when he lifted himself up, his mouth glistened with your juice, and you couldnât help but blush at the image. you were so wet, the liquid stained him even through the layer of clothing still keeping you from fully feeling him.
the silent plead in your eyes was listened to. jeongguk slid off your panties in one swift motion, his eyes hungry at the sight revealed to him, âfuck. so perfect. the prettiest.â
he didnât show mercy at your weakened state, returning his starved mouth on your cunt, slurping at your lips and sucking on your clit, the stimulation making you see stars under your eyelids.
your eyes snapped open the moment you felt something tentatively poking at your entrance, and as you lowered your head you saw his finger playing with your virgin hole, going up to collect your slick from your slit, then returning on where you were starting to need him.
but you were anxious. he immediately saw it in the way you got up on your forearms again, instinctively closing your legs around his hand. his eyes found yours, reassuringly, âbaby. you alright?â
you nodded sheepishly, âyeah. iâm justâ scared. donât want it to hurt.â
the hand that was playing with you now laid on your lower stomach, rubbing it in a sweet manner while he sought for your mouth with his, leaving a honeyed peck on it, âit will hurt a bit, pretty. but iâll try and make it feel good, hm? if youâre not sure, we can always stop.â
you could only bite your lip as the both of you searched for security in each otherâs eyes. he tilted his head, waiting for your approval, the grin spreading and making his long dimples visible infectious, and you stumbled on your words, âcan youâ kiss me while you do it?â
he hummed fondly, his lips immediately finding yours as he positioned himself between your legs, spreading again and granting him access to the spot you were anxiously eager to feel him.
his tongue slowly moved with yours and lightly lulled your racing heartbeat, instilling some needed tranquility in your system as you felt him close to your core again. his middle finger repeated a circular motion around it, spreading your stickiness, only to bring it on your hole before delicately pushing his digit inside.
a choked out moan escaped you, captured promptly by his lips, keeping you somewhat distracted from the slight burn you felt. it grew the more he slipped himself inside you, and you bit his lip to conceal the pain.
he growled at the action, retreating his finger only to push it in again, this time tentatively deeper. he went over the movement a few times, enough to get you adjusted to the foreign presence, and the more he did it, the more the sharpness turned into pleasure.
âfeel good, princess?â the pet name was whispered against your swollen lips, and you kept your eyes closed as you nodded, basking in the newly welcomed feeling.
when he started curling the finger inside you, you involuntarily bucked yourself up against him, your body spasming with your hole and he groaned at the feeling of your tightness, unconsciously grinding on the sheets.
he couldnât help himself from breaking your kiss to look down, getting lost in the way his digit got sucked inside you, only to come out soaked in your juice. without warning, he slowly added another finger, and you arched your back, searching for support in his shoulder.
jeonggukâs eyes kept jumping between your wet cunt, where his fingers worked in and out, and your pleasure-contorted expression, your mouth agape and unleashing your every moan as your eyes squeezed shut.
he felt deliriously close only from the image, his hard dick desperate for friction and insatiable with the way he was still constricted in his jeans. but this moment was about you and you only. once he felt the way you gripped his shoulder tighter at one particular curl of his digits, he kept hitting that spot repeatedly, faster.
you didnât notice his face retreating at first, too lost in the bliss of his purposed touch, but you gasped harshly, your eyes tearing open the moment you felt his lips enveloping your clit again and sucking at it, lapping all around it, tasting it as if it was his first meal after ages.
when you looked down, you found him already staring at you through half-lidded eyes. you wailed, feverish, âoh, shit. gguk, donâtâ donât do that.â
he hummed questioningly, and the sound reverberated against your sensitive nub.
you rolled your eyes back, âgonna cum again if youâ fuck.â
âcum around my fingers, baby. cum on my tongue,â the words came out slurred, his mouth full of you, the drenched sounds of your pussy making his encouragement even more erotic as he added a third finger.
his digits kept digging relentlessly inside you, that spot that made your legs weakly squish jeongguk between them being hit repeatedly and bringing you close to your second climax.
what completely undid you were his eager cries against your cunt, and when you managed to lift your head to look down at the boy working so desperately to make you cum on his lips, you saw his hips rutting frantically against your sheets.
you didnât even have time to announce it, the way your hole spasmed around his fingers and your high-pitched moans doing it for you as you fully let go for the second time because of jeongguk. it was more intense, your body moving with it and unconsciously running away from the touch once it became too intense.
jeongguk cleaned you as best as he could, slurping your juices and licking you off his fingers, climbing up to find your lips and share your own taste with you, his chin coated with your slick.
your pleasured sounds mixed together, the both of you panting and soon laying in silence, one beside the other, staring at the ceiling. you laughed breathlessly, âfuck, gguk. i almost died.â
he only chuckled along with you, the sound strained and dying soon in his throat. with your heartbeat and your breathing settling down, you turned to the side to find jeongguk with his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenching. his fists were clutching the fabric beside him, and his knuckles were white from the effort.
it wasnât complicated to understand why, the next thing you spotted being the hard outline of his cock looking completely suffocated by his pants. you gulped, âgguk. you seem hard.â
he let out a delirious scoff, his eyes finding yours with an intensity you were only then noticing, âi am hard, baby. so hard for you.â
you tentatively guided your hand to the button of his jeans, undoing it along with the zip. your words were hesitant, but so sincere, âlet me touch you. wanna make you feel good, too.â
jeongguk watched with his mouth agape as you straddled his lap, sitting on his legs only after sliding his pants down to his ankles. you looked so innocent, timidly playing with the hem of his boxers, and he tried to be patient, but he couldnât.
he groaned, his head thrown back. â___. please, do something.â
his eyes were glossy with frustration, and you had to fight the urge to kiss him stupid, focusing on the task ahead. a big one, indeed. you werenât going to lie, you were already intimidated by the outline of it.
now that your naked body sat on top of him, being faced with his almost totally bare skin, you realized how much bigger he was compared to you. of course, he was taller, always towering over you, teasing you for your height and pretending he didnât see you, bumping into you purposefully or asking howâs the weather down there?
but with his large palm resting at your side and almost covering your entire tummy, you realized the implications of such difference. he could totally wreck you, if he wanted to.
ogling at his dick didnât make it better. it looked huge. a wet patch stained his underwear near the tip, and you salivated at the sight of it.
you tentatively let your finger run along the covered length, and he hissed, slightly thrusting his hips, making you slide closer, âbaby. donât tease.â
the apology was ready and fast on your lips, genuine concern written in your eyes. you didnât want to keep his suffering going, but you were also hesitant with how exactly you were going to please him. youâve never seen a real-life dick, and youâve certainly never touched one.
it was like jeongguk could read your every thought, your wide orbs like an open book to him, reassurance slipping out of him naturally, âdoll. you see this?â he took your wrists and laid your hand on his hardness, gulping at the contact, âyou feel this? this is what you did to me. thereâs no reason why you should doubt yourself, okay?â
you nodded, still unsure, but surely smiling at his sweet tone. he grinned himself, âyouâre so hot, and i literally almost came just by looking at you.â
the giggle that escaped you was lively and it eased your nerves with the way it mirrored in his eyes, fondly jumping all over your face. you bit your lip as you escaped his attentive gaze, finally freeing his cock from his confines and making him release a shaky sigh.
it was perfect. pretty. it touched just under his belly button, the tip angry and wet with precum, the pulsing veins running along its length making it throb.
you took it in your hand delicately, jeongguk hissing, and you gasped under your breath. it felt thick in your hold, your fist barely closing around it.
you werenât sure what to do. your only examples were pornos, and you knew not to fully trust them. but as you started letting your wrist tentatively flick up and down, slowly, you eagerly drank in his reaction.
jeongguk moaned lowly, his eyelids fluttering shut, focusing on the feeling of your smooth hands taking care of his boner. he got louder when you unexpectedly played with his tip, your thumb swirling around it and spreading his wetness down.
your movements were messy, stutteringly uncoordinated, but the concentrated look in your eyes as you stared at his member intently made his head spin, wishing he could fill your slightly agape, watering mouth with it.
in your own mind, you wished his length could be stuffing up your cunt, instead. you slowed down your doings, ending up haltering them as he found your face again, a protesting whine ready to escape him, but you were quicker to surprise him, your voice shy, âwanna feel you inside me.â
jeongguk groaned deliriously, eyes rolling back at the simple request, âfuck. you sure?â
you whispered, âplease.â
âof course, angel. been waiting for so long.â
your mouths found each other quickly, starving, both your heartbeats picking up at the prospect of what was going to happen. he combed through your hair to move them behind your ears, rolling the two of you and making you the one laying under his weight.
in between kisses, you asked, impatient, âdo you have a condom?â
âyeah, got one in my wallet,â he was panting with effort just as you were, moving from you only to fully free himself from his clothes and then search in his jeans pockets.
as he took the condom out, ripping it open, he stumbled on his words, suddenly awkwardly self-conscious, âitâs not like i have it because i wasâ expecting us to, huhââ
âjeongguk. itâs okay,â your sweet voice interrupted his overthinking, pulling him to be on top of you again by his arm, âiâm glad you have it, âcause i need to feel you. right now.â
he didnât need to be told twice. you watched, eyes glossy with want, need, as he rolled the condom along his length, huffing out at the sensitivity.
jeongguk brought you closer to him by your thighs, wrapping them around him. he lowered himself on his forearms, his forehead touching yours, eyes swimming together, the proximity making the both of you smile sheepishly.
he exhaled, âare you still sure about this, doll?â
you nodded, the subtle but growing anxiety making your words get stuck in your throat. jeongguk was gentle, patient, his large palm cupping your cheek, âneed to hear you say it.â
âyes. iâm sure. want you so bad,â the confession was slurred, shy under his adoring gaze. he kissed along your jaw, slow, intentional.
âokay. just know we can stop whenever you want. let me know if it hurts. i wanna hear you, hm?â his eyes searched yours, frantically, making sure you were good.
as you nodded again, he grasped your hand to hold it, letting your fingers intertwine and lay by your head. with the other hand, he took his length and positioned it where you needed him the most.
jeongguk made it all feel so intimate, special, and safe, that you sensed your eyes water with a feeling stronger than the words you could allow yourself to say. you felt eternally grateful to him for turning a moment you used to dread into something so delicate and precious.
you felt adored. you felt seen, and heard. you felt protected, understood. you saw your reflection in his eyes, in a way that made you want to hide in there forever, maybe travel a bit further down and find home in his heart.
as he started easing himself inside you, both of you gasping at the feeling, his hand gripping yours harder, a tear ran down your cheek. it was a mixture of emotions, sensations. the fullness of his cock entering you, the burn that came with it, his eyes widening alarmingly as he noticed the tears welling along your bottom lashes.
he stilled inside you, his tip now nuzzled in your warmth, his breath hitching, âdoes it hurt? baby, whatâs wrong?â
âno, itâs justââ it was on the tip of your tongue, but you couldnât say it. not now. maybe never? you swallowed it down your throat, âit hurts a bit but it feels so good, gguk.â
âyeah? fuck. youâre so tight, princess. taking me in so good,â his praises replaced the hurt, both emotional and physical, with a familiar fuzzy pleasure, pooling in your lower stomach and releasing more of your wetness on his dick, making it easier for him to slip inside you.
he groaned as he bottomed out, your moan higher than intended. you felt him throb inside you, just how he could feel you pulse around him. a string of curses followed as he repeated the slow action, pulling back to his tip only to push back in, making sure you grew accustomed to the feeling.
âgguk. i feel so full,â you cried, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist, forcing him to stay still inside you. he growled, kissing along your neck and leaving small bites to contain himself from snapping his hips against you.
it was complicated, with the sounds escaping your lips resounding sweetly in his ears and your hole tightening around him in a torturous manner making him release precum inside the condom.
âbaby, can i please move? iâm gonna go crazy,â his voice was strained, whiny, muffled in the crook of your neck as your fingers combed through his hair, unconsciously searching for comfort.
your granting hum was more of a high-pitched whine, but he took it positively as he attempted one first thrust inside you, followed shortly by another. your moans got stuck, the air cut from your throat the more he picked up his pace, lifting his face from your neck and straightening up to admire the scene.
it was better than anything heâd ever witnessed, his thickness stuffed in your tight, virgin hole and taking him in so perfectly. he took his free hand to hold you still by your hip as he pushed himself deeper.
you were a mess underneath him. legs squeezing around him, you barely gave jeongguk space to move. you wailed, his name tumbling out your tongue repeatedly as he fucked into you faster. heâd been so gentle with you until that moment, but now his roughness made you impossibly wetter.
when you let your eyes flutter open, you could feel yourself spasm around him at the sight in front of you. his abs contracted with the effort of his pushes, his cock slammed into you relentlessly, his nipples hardened and called for your touch.
you threw one hand to his pec and felt his firmness under you, gripping it for support as he pounded you with intent, your nails scratching his skin, the sounds of your bodies slapping together overtaking your pleasured moans.
he panted, rambling, âfuck, love this pussy. love fucking this pussy. wanna fuck it forever.â
âmade just for me. such a perfect fit.â
âthatâs how youâve been waiting to be fucked, huh? nice and deep, you fucking love that.â
his praises and dirty comments made your head spin, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, letting your mouth hang open and release your cries into the stuffy room.
the sight of your fucked out state underneath his control was going to torture him for the following weeks, he was sure of that. heâd see you, sprawled out on your bed for him, your tits moving up and down with each thrust, your pleasured tears staining your face as his name left your pillowy lips like a mantra, every time heâd close his eyelids.
he had to physically hold himself back from releasing already, his length too sensitive and eager, but he wanted to make this moment last for as long as he could possibly handle. he closed his eyes, but he couldnât escape you. you were loud, and the hottest thing heâs ever heard.
and then, the challenge became harder when you stuttered, unexpectedly, âwanna ride you.â
he threw his head back, a feverish groan rising up his throat, âfuck. you do, pretty?â
you hummed, just as unhinged, your legs untightening around him and weakly pulling at his arm to try and bring him to lay on the bed. he pulled himself out of you slowly, making you cringe at the emptiness, and as he let his back fall on the soft surface, he lifted your figure effortlessly and led you to straddle him.
now on top of him, you werenât so confident with your earlier claim anymore. underneath you, jeongguk was panting, his pupils blown out, lips agape, cock laying unattended on his stomach. he stroked your sides comfortingly, subtly pulling you closer, and the action caused your slicked pussy to grind against his balls.
the two of you moaned at the contact, and he immediately took his length to pump it a couple of times, gently tapping it against your tummy. you lifted your hips up, positioning yourself on his tip, looking down at jeongguk for support.
the lazy smile you were met with made your heart stutter in your chest, and you put your hand on top of his, still tightly gripping your hip, as you sank down his dick.
your head was thrown back in pleasure, your back arching into him, and jeongguk had to fight with himself to keep his eyes from fluttering shut, wanting to bask in the image of you.
as you fully took him in, you leaned your weight on the palm that fell on his chest, his hands steadying you promptly by your waist, praise ready on his tongue, âdoing so amazing, princess. making me feel so good.â
you attempted moving subtly, trying to adjust to the more intense stretch, and the hand that was still holding his led it to cup your boob, instructing him to knead at it.
he moaned shakily, playing with your tit while you lifted your hips only to sink them down again, tentatively repeating the action and gaining confidence the more his whines got louder.
soon, you lost control. the way your clit would brush against his skin every time you bounced down made you pulse relentlessly around him, grinding into the sensation and rotating your hips on him with intent.
you tried to prevent it, to hold yourself back, but all your resolution dissolved in a second the moment you felt jeonggukâs thumb teasing your nub. you jolted forward, still balancing yourself on his chest, his hand on your breast working to keep you straight.
âgguk, i thinkâ i think iâm close again,â you admitted ashamedly, your cheeks flushing but your desire unable to make you stop rutting your hips against his touch, his cock throbbing around your walls.
âyeah? then cum around it, make me feel it,â his low voice spurred you on, the thumb that was teasing you now slicing on your nipple, spreading your slick on your boob.
and that made you let go, for a third time, convulsing on top of him, your cries louder as you spasmed around his thick length, your cunt hugging him impossibly tighter, and for a moment you genuinely feared heâd get stuck.
the strength taken out of you was enough to make you fall onto him, your face in his neck as you panted frantically, his heartbeat matching the speed of yours under your palm laying on his chest.
jeonggukâs voice was weak as he spoke in your ear, his fingers stroking your back comfortingly, âthat was amazing, baby. so good.â
you appreciated his constant praises, a lazy grin spreading on your lips, but you couldn't ignore the way he kept thudding inside you, quiet whines stuck in his throat as he tried to conceal them by clutching your sides tighter, stilling himself.
jeongguk wailed feverishly when you lifted yourself up again, resuming your earlier actions, the ones that were bringing him to the point he badly wanted to reach. he was breathless as he took in the determined glint in your eyes, âfuâ fuck. doll, what are youââ
âwanna make you cum, gguk.â
he physically couldnât hold himself from rolling his eyes far deep, bucking up to meet your hips, and the force of his thrusts threw your weak body back on him again, your hard nipples brushing against his equally stiff ones.
âiâll fuck you, baby, hm? you already did so good for me,â his words were hushed, whispered, delirious, the sound of them overtaken by the sharp pounding.
but he made sure you could feel every syllable, his lips close to your lobe as you held yourself tightly on his shoulders, âso perfect. letting me fuck you good and deep. gonna make me cum so hard, doll.â
your brain couldnât process any other kind of response other than loud cries, your cunt being relentlessly abused. the waves of your last orgasm still flowed inside you, the buzz coming back to life as the new position gave him perfect access to your sweet, needy spot, hitting it at an inhumane force.
his effort was translated into deep, raspy growls only pushing you closer to the edge, and you swore you could pass out from the overstimulation. but you basked in it, the tears in your eyes blurring your vision.
âyou wanna cum again? i know you can, câmon. i know you got it in you, pretty. just another one. cum with me.â
his pleading, delirious tone undid you. the way you both released with harsh moans was perfectly synced, his hips jolting you forward as you chased your high against his lower stomach. with a few more pushes, he let go fully inside the condom, all the energy being ripped from him at that moment, his hands freeing your waist from the sharp grip while his head fell weakly on the side.
the two of you were almost wheezing, your exhales shaking in your panting chests as you lifelessly rested on him, slowly being lulled by his breathing.
you didnât even notice yourself slipping so easily into slumber, and if it werenât for his delicate touch tracing your closed eyelids and moving your hair behind your ear, his sweet voice preventing you from fully falling unconscious, you would have enjoyed just staying in that position forever.
âsweetheart. you sleepy?â
you only hummed, the sound rough and thick.
he removed himself from you slowly, both of you still gasping at the overstimulation, and he gently laid you on your back before tying the condom and throwing it in the bin next to your nightstand.
as soon as your head hit the pillow, your eyes fluttered shut again. the room spun faintly, and your body, exhausted, ignored every request your mind was screaming at you. you were cold, goosebumps rising on your naked skin; your thighs still trembled, a mess of wetness and slick. but you were too tired to move. you could only lay there, sprawled on the sheets.
luckily, jeongguk thought of everything. his mind was full of you, his only thought being taking care of your figure and making sure you were safe, comforted.
he had taken your virginity. it wasnât just a physical actâ it was a gift you had entrusted him with, something you had kept close to your heart, even through all the fears and anxieties youâd shared with him. you had always been afraid to let go, to give such an intimate part of yourself to someone.
but you trusted him, fully and deeply, in a way that you hadnât trusted anyone before. that knowledge bloomed in his chest like warmth spreading to every corner of his body. he felt a deep sense of responsibility and gratitude. he wanted to honor that trust.
with care, jeongguk slipped away from your side to retrieve a warm, damp towel. the cool air hit your skin as he left, and you stirred slightly, though not fully awake. when he returned and began gently wiping you down, you startled at the sensation, your eyes slowly fluttering open. you were met with his grinning face, his eyes crinkling at the sides, that same boyish smile that always made your heart skip a beat.
âwe should clean up, baby,â he said soft, his voice warm and coaxing as he continued to gently clean the slickness between your legs.
âtired,â you murmured in response, your voice thick with exhaustion. âtomorrow.â the word came out as more of a sigh than anything else. you stretched your arms out toward him, your lips forming a small pout. âcuddle. now.â
jeongguk laughed fondly at your sleepy demands, shaking his head as he tossed the towel to the floor. without a second thought, he slid back into bed beside you, pulling the covers over your naked bodies. the warmth of the blanket and the weight of him beside you immediately soothed the lingering shivers in your body, and you sighed in relief.
instinctively, you reached for him, your leg curling around his, your hands seeking the familiar comfort of his waist. your head rested on his chest, where you could feel the steady thump of his heart beneath your cheek. his arm wrapped around you naturally, his fingers tracing gentle circles along your spine.
it wasnât unusual for you to cuddle, especially during movie nights, or simply when the other needed comfort.
but this was different. there was a new weight to the way your bodies pressed together, your brain grasping around the reality of what had just happened.
your first instinct faced with that thought was to chuckle lightly, your sleepy brain struggling to come up with any more reasonable reaction. when he hummed and moved to look down at your face, you hid yourself further in his chest, your voice muffled, âi canât believe you fucked me.â
he sounded tauntingly cocky as he moved your hair from your forehead, ânow that you put it like that, well, i did.â
your drowsy state lowered all your inhibitions, your eyes fluttering close as you spilled your honesty, âiâve been fantasizing about this moment for so long.â
âyeah? what a naughty girl,â his playful tone made you blush, the low voice and the hand grazing at the small of your back making you clench around nothing, still sensitive.
you lightly pushed at his chest with a weak smile, âyou literally said you were waiting for it to happen, too.â
jeonggukâs eyes gleamed with amusement, his tone dripping in mock shame, âdid i, pretty? did i do that? oh god, how indecent of me.â
the taunting banter went on for a while, your fond grins almost breaking your faces in two halves as you started a quick tickle war. it was almost surreal how easily the two of you slipped back into the habituality of your dynamic, as if nothing had changed at all. and in a way, nothing had. you were still you, and he was still jeonggukâ the boy who teased you relentlessly and made you laugh until your stomach hurt.
as the laughter faded, your body began to relax completely, your muscles loosening as you sank further into his embrace. your head rested against his toned pecs, and you could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath your cheek. his fingers continued their gentle caresses along your back, and for the first time in a long while, you felt completely at peace.
but jeongguk, even in the quiet comfort of the moment, couldnât let it end just yet. his mind was still racing, still full of thoughts of you.
he wanted to hear your voice. wanted to be soothed by its melody. he spoke quietly, almost hesitant, his breath warm against your hair, âdonât fall asleep so soon. iâll miss you.â
your voice was rough with weariness, but you were quick with your answer, âiâm literally lying on top of you.â
âi know,â he whispered, his thumb brushing softly against your waist. âbut i wanna talk to you.â
with great effort, you blinked your eyes open, lifting your head just enough to look at him through half-lidded eyes, âitâs your fault if i canât talk right now.â
âdamn, i got a magic stick,â his voice sounded oddly proud of it and you groaned, hitting him weakly on his stomach and causing him to giggle.
âyouâre so gross.â
âyou hurt me!â he whined dramatically and it made you roll your eyes amusedly.
chuckling softly, you took his face in your hands and pressed your fingers gently against his lips, âshut up.â your voice was playfully fond as you nestled back against him, your eyelids growing heavier by the second, dozing off again.
at least trying to, because only a minute later his soft voice resounded again.
it was barely audible in the stillness, â___.â
âhmm?â
âiâm so happy.â
his whispered voice tickled your ear and you giggled, brushing it on your shoulder with a sheepish grin on your lips.
you looked up at him through droopy eyelids, both your orbs swimming in a deep feeling you couldnât name, âi am too. i donât think i can feel my pussy anymore, but iâm very happy nonetheless.â
your wittiness even after being completely drained of all your energy surprised him, the laugh escaping him moving in his chest and reflecting in your own fond smile.
he left a peck on your forehead, bringing you to lay down on him again, âyouâre so silly. i love you.â
the words left his lips so naturally, as if he had always known them to be true, and they sounded so right that it took both of you another moment to realize their implications.
your heart stopped, and both of you froze. your breath hitched and your eyes widened, but you stayed still, too startled to look up at him.
you felt his heart beat impossibly faster in your ear, and you perfectly pictured the shock that was painting his expression right now.
his hands clutched your sides tighter, trying to find a way to keep his running mind from spiraling, your silence not helping whatsoever. he stuttered, âiâ i mean. iâ oh god, iâm so sorry.â
the hurt in his tone immediately made your chest clench, panic flushing in your veins. you met his eyes alarmedly, jumping between them, âjeongguk. donât be sorry. you love me?â
he wasnât sure what to do, couldnât figure out if the feeling was mirrored as intensely in you as it was in him. it had been building inside him for weeks, lingering beneath the surface, making his heart race and his thoughts blur every time you were near.
the realization hadnât come to him in a grand, sweeping moment but in the quiet of the bookstore one random afternoon. he had been stacking shelves, mindlessly organizing the rows of novels, when he caught sight of you. you were tucked into a corner, absorbed in a murakami novel, your fingers brushing the edges of the pages with care.
he hadnât expected you to show up that day. he was sure youâd mentioned having lectures and that you couldnât meet up with him, so seeing you there, completely unannounced, had startled him.
he remembered standing there for a moment, frozen in place, just staring at you walk through the door. and then you had lifted your head, and your eyes met his across the quiet, sunlit room.
the smile you gave him was sheepish as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, your confession tumbling out softly, âi skipped my classes. i wanted to be here. needed to see you.â
it was shy, and said with a feeling in your gaze that he was scared to decipher.
but he couldnât help the way it settled in his heart. stubborn, unmoving. the truth was clearly in front of him, and it took the semblance of your face.
you were the truth. he was in love.
so, he could only be truthful to you, âiâ yes. i love you.â
the words sank into your skin, filling you with warmth and a sense of completeness that made your chest swell. you exhaled deeply through your nose, trying to steady the burst of emotion building inside you, but your eyes softened, and a tear slipped down your cheek as you smiled, wide and genuine.
âi love you too, gguk.â
it was a simple reply, but the weight behind it carried everything. you didnât need to say anything more. you couldnât even if you wanted to, your lips immediately eating at each other, gulping down your furious flow of thoughts and accepting. hearing. feeling. seeing.
all the times you forced to keep shut and convince yourself that what you saw in him and all his care towards you was just coming from a place that would forever see you two as friends. all the secret touches, the shared meals, the warm nights on your couch. all the books you read for him, all the lines he highlighted for you.
it was love. all along. and you felt its power against him, your heartbeats syncing.
when you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, both of you breathing softly in the quiet aftermath of the confession. jeonggukâs arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer as if he couldnât bear to let go.
the silence that followed wasnât awkward or uncertain. it was peaceful. comfortable.
and lulled by the quiet, jeongguk ended up being the first to fall asleep, his nervous energy fading away, replaced by a deep sense of contentment. his breathing became slow and steady, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his muscles relaxing.
despite your earlier exhaustion, you were too wired to sleep. you were still flowing with excitement. the nightâs events hit you with great force, and kept you wide awake.
quietly, you reached for your phone on the nightstand, careful not to disturb jeongguk. the screen lit up, showing the time. 3:47 am.
even though it was late, you couldnât resist. you pulled up jiminâs contact and pressed the call button. waiting. he was always awake at this hour.
jimin had been your best friend for years. your loyal confidant, the one you could splutter all your feelings to and never be judged. he had been by your side all along this particular ride, going from a silly, little crush to feeling raging love for the boy in your arms.
you smiled wide at the prospect of jiminâs reaction at the news you were about to share with him. he was the first person you wanted to inform, he deserved to know.
âbitch, donât tell me youâre crying over jeongguk, âcauseââ
those are the first words that came through the line, and they made you silently chuckle at the irony, immediately engaging in his banter, âwell, sorta kinda. he said he loves me.â
there was a beat of silence on the other end, followed by jiminâs amused scoff, âwow. crazy news. would have never guessed.â
you were stunned, to say the least. your mouth hung open as you whisper-yelled, âbitch! is this seriously all you have to say?â
you were mindful not to wake jeongguk with your conversation, looking down at him with care. his cheek was squished on your small breast, his mouth pouting and releasing heavy puffs. one of his hands rested protectively over your side, and his thumb brushed your under boob.
he was cozily nestled between your legs, his wavy hair brushing your chin, and he looked so peaceful it was like he was made to be held by you.
you couldnât help the tears from welling in your eyes as jiminâs next words accompanied the view of the boy you loved, now finally yours.
âbabe, câmon, it was obvious.â
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just thinking and crying over the way simon would continue to refer to you as âhis girlâ even after your sudden passing.
he would talk about you as if you were still alive whenever relationships came up in conversation. and heâd be so reluctant to allow anyone, even his respected comrades, to try and comfort him.
âyeah, me n my girl have been together for years now. sheâs everything. all iâve got, ya know?â
he would make sure to always keep your resting place full of life. Whether that was by planting your favorite plant, and naming it after you, or always keeping it filled with bouquets of your favorite flowers. and heâd always take your beloved pet that you left behind to go see you.
âdid you miss mommy, p/n? i bet our girl missed you so much.â and heâd smile sadly when your baby showed signs of recognizing your grave. his heavy hand petting it comfortingly âso excited to see her today, yeah?â
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Controversially young girlfriend
post-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!Reader
Summary: Joel finally finds his brother. He's not too happy to hear how he got on with his life without him. But his brother is also not happy to meet his new partner - you. Or Joel fucks you to comfort you. Warnings: +18, MDNI, age gap (reader is 22, Joel is 56), soft!dom!Joel, maybe little angst, unprotected PIV, fingering, daddy kink, DAUGHTER ISSUES (pls itâs important), protective!Joel, no!Ellie AU, pet names (baby girl, kitty, daddy) Wordcount: 4,6k An: Soft Joel is definitely one of my favorites. It's a pleasure to write him that way. Music I worked with: Brooklyn Baby - Lana Del Rey
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âWellâŚâ Tommy started, looking away. His hand intertwined with the woman's hand next to him. âMaria is family, actually.â
There was silence.
The atmosphere became so thick that you felt uncomfortable even though you weren't part of their conversation. Joel's gaze was fixed on the hands of the couple next to him as if he was cursing them in every way. You noticed out of the corner of your eye how his jaw was clenching dangerously so you decided to save the situation before it became even more awkward.
âCongrats,â you said with a nice smile and they responded in kind.
But they didn't wait for your words.
They waited for Joel's words, but he still remained dangerously silent.
You looked at him, placing your hand on his in a comforting gesture. His fingers immediately tightened around yours as if they were the only thing that could save him.
âJoel, say congrats,â you murmured with an encouraging smile. You watched carefully as he clenched his jaw tighter, fighting with himself. His eyes finally fell on his brother and his partner.
There was a long silence again.
âCongrats,â a low voice cut through the silence like a knife. You wanted to roll your eyes at the way his words sounded. As if he wished them to fall out on the ice. So in Joelâs style...
You were surprised that his attitude towards the whole situation changed in just a few seconds. A moment ago he was hugging his brother with tears in his eyes and now he was looking at him with contempt. There was no positive emotion in his behaviour but you decided that you would ask him about everything when you were alone.
You squeezed his hand tighter as he leaned back, getting more comfortable. And it wouldn't be something special if that damn old man wasn't trying to show in this way his dominance.
This time you couldn't help but roll your eyes at his childish behavior. Grown up man.
Tommy and Maria exchanged knowing glances before he tried to break the awkward atmosphere.
âSoâŚâ he started with a smile, looking from you to Joel. âAre you twoâŚâ he started, pointing his finger at you. You immediately understood what he was trying to ask and you opened your mouth to answer him, but Joel was faster.
"Yes," he said coldly. You glanced at him as he continued to stare deadly at his brother. Tommy smiled awkwardly and nodded.
"He's annoying sometimes, isn't he?" he asked teasingly, wanting to relax the atmosphere. You chuckled, deciding that at least you, out of the two of you, would show some level of manners.
âYeah, sometimes,â you nodded with a smile. Tommy quickly realized that he would rather talk to you than to his own brother. He smiled pleasantly at you, ignoring Joel's burning gaze.
"How did you meet?" he started, wanting to do a quick interview. And of course he wasn't doing it because you looked so damn young.
Too youngâŚ
You smiled wider, glancing out of the corner of your eye at Joel before you began to speak.
"Well... we happened to run into each other in the middle of nowhere," you said, feeling Joel start to gently stroke your hand with his thumb. A small gesture but it gave you a lot of comfort. âIt won't come as a surprise that the first time we met, we pointed guns at each other,â you laughed softly at the memory. It seemed so irrational now. "But somehow he managed to convince me not to put a bullet in his head."
Joel finally glanced at you, and if it weren't for the whole situation, he would have started teasing you about what you said.
âHe's been like my shadow ever since,â you finished saying and glanced at Joel, giving him a soft smile. His gaze immediately warmed. You were his weak spot and like a ray of sunshine, you warmed his broken soul. You were his cure.
Tommy noticed the way you were looking at each other and felt strangely uneasy. He hadn't seen Joel look at anyone like that since his daughter died. And he honestly didn't think it was a good thing.
"How old are you?" came the question from his mouth. Maria looked at him warningly, but it was too late. The words were spoken.
You looked at Tommy, smiling crookedly. You knew that your age was... a topic you preferred to avoid. Relationships with such an age difference were not perceived very well by other people.
âI-â you started hesitantly.
"Twenty-two," Joel replied, looking intently at his brother. You swallowed, feeling a lump in your stomach as you heard Joel's confident voice. You tightened your fingers on his hand, searching for the comfort he immediately provided you.
For him, there was only you.
You and your comfort were his priority.
Tommy laughed nervously, his eyes darting between the two of you. He straightened up slowly and glanced at his partner as if she was about to tell him that it was all really a joke.
But no one else laughed. Maria looked at him knowingly, Joel looked at him deadly and you looked down. Everyone was dead serious and then Tommy couldn't stand it. He looked at everyone, getting more serious by the second.
âAre you fucking serious?â he finally asked in disbelief. He snorted dryly, focusing his full attention on Joel. You cringed slightly at his aggressive tone. His reaction didn't bode well and you honestly didn't want to witness it. âJoel, what the fuck?â he growled, pointing his hand at you. âShe's twenty-two. She's a fucking child."
You blinked a few times, staring stubbornly at the discoloration on the table. Right now, anything was better than facing the situation that was happening.
But Joel was calm. At least that's what he appeared to be. He gently squeezed your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles. And he didn't seem at all concerned about his brother's reaction.
"If Sarah were alive-"
"Donât," Joel interrupted him firmly. Tommy fell silent, knowing he had said a few too many words. But he wasn't thinking about that now. He was too upset about what his brother was doing. He snorted dryly, spreading his hands helplessly.
âWhat are you doing exactly?â he asked, raising his eyebrows. âYouâre playing family with her? Playing her daddy?â he continued with increasing disgust. âTreating your daughter issues?â he added with venom.
Tears appeared in your eyes. Was your relationship really that disgusting in the eyes of others?
"She is younger than her, Joel" he said a little more calmly, trying to make his brother realize that what he was doing was wrong. Your eyes met Maria's. There was no compassion in her for this situation, she looked at you with compassion as if you were unaware of the harm that was affecting you. As if you were⌠just a stupid kid.
You shuddered because of the negative emotions that filled the table. This didn't go unnoticed by Joel. He knew he had allowed Tommy's offensive comments to go on too long.
"She's happy with me," he finally said, his voice a little hoarse. This time you shuddered because of him. âYou don't have to worry about the rest. I'm not hurting her.â He straightened up slowly and squeezed your hand before letting you go. "We'll replenish our supplies and leave in the morning," he decided, moving away from the table. Tommy looked at him, not knowing what to say.
"Joel-"
"Thank you for the meal," he said politely to Maria and stood up. His contemptuous gaze was fixed on his brother as he extended his hand towards you.
âIt was nice to meet you,â you said, smiling politely at her and then without thinking, you took Joel's hand. In the blink of an eye, a jacket appeared on your shoulders as you stepped outside. Without a word, you tried to keep up with Joel as you passed the others people.
He was furious, you were sure of that. That's why you were afraid to even breathe for several minutes. The snow crunched under your shoes as you passed each street. You had access to the house at the very end of the town, so you had a short walk ahead of you.
Eventually, Joel slowed down a bit. His shoulders stopped tensing and the crease between his eyebrows disappeared slightly.
âNot so great orientation meeting,â you said jokingly. Joel raised an eyebrow, glancing down at you. And even though his emotions were swirling inside him, the sight of your sweet, innocent smile immediately brought him peace.
He sighed heavily, looking away. âYeah, not very successful,â he replied with a small smirk on his face.
You smiled wider when you saw his reaction. You loved that Joel was like this just with you. As if he couldn't feel negative emotions around you. He really couldnât. You were his cure for everything.
The rest of the way was spent in silence until you stood on the porch of the last house on the street and Joel opened the door for you.
âWoah,â you sighed, looking around the house. âA house suitable for living. Iâm in shockâ you marveled as you slowly explored each room and Joel watched your every move. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, and quickly looked around the interior.
âYeah, not bad,â he nodded, making you look at him in shock.
âDude, it's awesome here,â you said, spreading your arms with a wide smile.
âLanguageâ admonished you.
âYeah, sorry,â you nodded and started exploring the house again.
You spent the entire evening washing away the dirt from several months. Only after the third time, the water was clear. You sat staring at the water as Joel washed your hair once again. You didn't ask him for it, but you never had to ask him for anything. If he could, he would start breathing for you. It may have amounted to obsession.
But who could stop him? More than one has tried to take you away from him. And they all ended their lives.
Who could blame him? If he had to, he would kill everyone in the world, everyone infected, just to keep you safe.
"Can I ask you something?" you spoke up, breaking the silence.
âAnything,â he replied, automatically washing the ends of your hair thoroughly.
âYou promise you won't be mad?â
âI can't be mad at you.â
And it was true. Even though you knew it, you still felt stressed. Joel wasâŚallergic to certain topics and you completely respected that. But after today, you couldn't and didn't want to stay silent.
âHow old would Sarah be now?â you asked quietly. His movements stopped for a few seconds, as did your heart. But Joel didn't let you live in uncertainty for long. He slowly started washing your hair again and sighed softly. You knew that this topic wasn't very pleasant for him, so you honestly spat in your face for needing to know the answer to a few questions.
"Thirty-two," he replied without much emotion.
You swallowed hard, realizing that Tommy was right. You were too fucking young for him.
His daughter would be ten years older than you.
His daughter.
And you were his⌠who? Girlfriend? Now that sounded pathetic.
You wrapped your arms around your knees tighter, resting your chin on them and remaining silent. You've never thought about it all this way.
Joel was always⌠good for you.
True, he had his weaknesses, but who didn't? His wounds didn't bother you. After all, you fell in love with him. With all his flaws.
"You're silent," he noted after a few minutes of silence.
This conversation was not in his favor, but he knew that there were reactions going on in your head that shouldn't be there. And he knew he had to make sure nothing stupid got into your head.
âWhat are you thinking about?â he asked, starting to slowly rinse the lather from your hair. The warm water ran down your back, making you shiver with pleasure.
âI just⌠think,â you shrugged. Joel sighed heavily and you knew very well what that meant.
"Baby-"
"Do you think Tommy's right?" you interrupted him before he could get going.
"About?" he asked, squeezing the excess water from your hair. You straightened up, looking at him over your shoulder. You were upset by everything you heard and he couldn't bear it. He couldn't stand that his own brother had put you in such a state. A state of doubt.
Joel moved closer to you, groaning softly as he knelt by the tub. You watched his tired face with those innocent eyes of yours.
âListen, baby girlâŚâ he started and touched your cheek gently. âI'm not going to lie to youâŚTommy's god damn right,â he nodded, and more emotions immediately appeared in your eyes.
Fear? Surprise? Uncertainty? Or maybe all at once.
Despite his words, he smiled at you, stroking your jaw tenderly. âI'm too damn old for you,â he laughed, following the movements of his fingers with his eyes. His worn hands against your silky skin.
Two contradictions.
âFuckâŚâ he sighed with a helpless smile and trailed his fingers down to your neck. âBaby, you are like a blooming flower. Young, beautiful, innocent," he said dreamily. "While I am a dried bush overgrown with weeds for a long time."
âYou are not,â you denied, frowning in sadness. Joel smiled fondly at your words and stroked your cheek with his thumb. You unconsciously hugged to his hand. A warm, rough hand that brought you a sense of security.
âSo what am I in your eyes?â he asked, looking at you with tenderness. You were so damn delicate that sometimes he was afraid he would break you.
âYou are like a big oak tree at the very top of the hill,â you said with a soft smile. A smile that was intended only for him. âYour crown provides shade and shelter in the summer,â you continued, looking closely at every detail on his face. "And in winter your branches scare away all those who didnât rest under you in summer."
His heart tightened in his chest as he listened to your words. In your eyes, Joel was a completely different person. In your eyes, he was good.
âYou would be a good poet,â he replied, shaking his head with a smile. You watched as he slowly stood up, groaning at the slightest movement.
Good old oak.
âGet your ass out of it cause I want to wash up too,â he looked down at you with a smirk before walking out of the bathroom.
A few hours later you were lying in bed.
A soft bed.
A clean bed.
And yet you couldn't sleep.
You stared at the blank wall and thought about everything and nothing. Joel was long asleep. At least that's what you thought. You didn't know because you hadn't turned to face him since he laid down in bed. His calm breathing was the only thing you could focus on. No other sounds. You were... safe. This was rare.
So why did you feel so⌠bad?
Why his calm breathing didnât bring you comfort like it always did?
Why you felt like you were in the wrong place?
Why-
âYou've been silent for several hours,â Joel's hoarse voice brought you out of your thoughts. âIt wouldn't be weird if you were sleeping, but you are not,â he continued, and the mattress behind you sagged under his weight. His arm wrapped around your waist as he leaned in, nuzzling your ear. âSo are you finally going to tell me what this is about?â he whispered, sending shivers down your entire body. Your pulse immediately quickened at his proximity.
Then came a gentle kiss behind the ear.
And then on the neck.
And then his arm tightened around you, pulling you closer to his heated chest.
âI was sleeping,â you said quietly, hoping to avoid the conversation.
âLiar,â he whispered into your ear, his warm breath reverberating through your body in an inappropriate way. âCome on, baby girl,â he nuzzled you encouragingly. "Spit it out."
You lay there struggling with yourself for a while. You didn't want to talk about it now. You didn't want to talk about it at all. But something inside made you ask the question that was floating around in your head like a virus.
âIf you think Tommy is right, then why-â
âBecause I love you,â he interrupted you, knowing very well what your question would be. Even if he didn't know, there was one answer. âBecause I can't imagine being where I am now without you.â
You fell silent, letting his words permeate the space around you. You believed him. Always and in everything. You pursed your lips into a line, wondering for the first time if you were stupid enough to trust him blindly with everything.
For the first time you doubted him.
âThey looked at me like I was stupid for trusting you,â you whispered, huddling deeper under the blanket. Joel sighed softly and turned you towards him. You stared at his chest, not wanting to look at him. You were ridiculed just because you were young.
âHey, baby, look at me,â he said gently, running his fingers down your cheek to your chin to force you to look up.
You were sad.
He hated when you were sad.
His sunshine couldn't hide behind the clouds.
âYou're not stupid, you understand?â he started, looking at you seriously. You wanted to look away but he wouldn't let you. "Understand?" he repeated more firmly. You nodded weakly, but that was enough for him. âI'm the problem, not you,â he spoke softly, stroking your cheek gently. âI'm not a good person and they know it,â he smiled gently, wanting to reassure you. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "I've done a lot of bad things you've never even heard of." He slowly traced your cheek until he finally removed his hand only to place it on your hip. âBut you⌠You are good.â He pressed his fingers lightly against your skin and then moved down to your thigh. âAnd someone as good as you shouldn't be with someone as bad as me,â he explained and slowly pulled your leg on top of him.
âBut-â
âYour age is just something they can pick on,â he answered your question before it left your mouth. You fell silent, feeling the warmth on your cheeks as his hand slowly began to stroke your thigh. âThey don't believe that someone like you is with me by choice and not by force,â he explained with a soft smile on his lips as his hand moved up, sneaking under your shirt to your waist. âThey explain everything using my trauma. And the fact is, maybe there is a fatherly instinct in me. But thanks to this, I can take care of you the way you need it.â His words crept into your head just as he wanted them to. You were fascinated by him. You looked at him again like you always did.
As if there was only him in the whole world.
That look healed another piece of his soul each time.
He couldn't lose you.
Even at the cost of his own brother.
âAnd the fact that you kissed me first was just an added bonus. I'm just a man and you knew exactly what to do to make me weak for you" he added with a smirk and you snorted under your breath. Your reaction was enough to make his heart beat faster. And the happiness in your eyes only ignited it.
He leaned towards you, nuzzling his nose against yours. You closed your eyes with a blissful smile.
âThey may think you're stupid for me, but the truth is, I'm stupid for you,â he whispered before gently pressing his lips to yours. The warmth of his lips and the roughness of his beard warmed your heart. He kissed you gently and slowly. He always did it slowly. Enjoying every second of the closeness you gave him. He didn't know how many moments like this he had left so he enjoyed everything you gave him.
The softness of your lips.
The gentleness of your hands.
The sweetness of your moans.
His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer until there was no space between you. Your hands came to his cheeks as he slowly deepened the kiss. Even in the kiss he could feel how delicate you were.
Joel was already too destroyed by life for his lips to taste like yours. But that's how you liked him. With heavy touch, rough beard, chapped lips and tired eyes. And all this with a pinch of love he had for you.
You moaned into his mouth as he pulled your hips closer to his. How could you not fall for him when he was perfect for you?
âLet me take care of you, baby girl,â he whispered against your lips and moved his hips gently, grinding against you. Your breath shuddered as he brushed against your pussy. Without thinking, you nodded.
âOkay,â your whisper disappeared into his mouth as he kissed you again. He ran his hand down your back to your ass until he disappeared between your thighs.
You moaned sweetly as he ran his fingers over your wet slit. He loved how wet you were for him. Always.
You made him feel like a man again.
You let him take care of you in every sense of the word. You trusted him. And this time he wasn't going to make the same mistake.
His fingers slowly dipped into your hole, triggering another moan that disappeared into his mouth. He slowly started fucking you with his fingers. Gently and with love. Takes his time with you.
You breathed heavily into his mouth, purring every now and then in contentment at his gentle touch. He experienced it with you, drinking everything from your lips.
âYou're always ready for me,â he purred contentedly and rubbed the bulge in his boxers against your clit. You whimpered softly. âSuch a good girl,â he nuzzled against yours and placed a kiss on the tips of your lips. You felt the muscles in your lower abdomen begin to tense with every movement of his finger.
And suddenly his fingers disappeared. You gasped, feeling the sudden emptiness. His hand disappeared between your bodies only to take out his ready cock. He ran his hand along his entire length a few times, placing another kiss on your cheek.
âDonât worry, daddy will take care of you,â he whispered, running his tip over your slit and then dipping into you a moment later. You gasped, closing your eyes and letting him wrap his arms around your waist.
He pulled you closer, impaling you with his cock. He shuddered as he buried himself inside you. You always welcomed him with warmth and wetness. You clenched around him at the feeling of being filled.
âShe's happy to see me,â he said happily, placing a trail of kisses along your jaw. He wrapped his arm tightly around your hips and slowly began to move inside you. His movements were negligible. He pulled out of you only a few inches only to come back in again. These lazy movements were beyond perfect. You felt him perfectly and constantly. Just like you should.
You moaned, tightening your leg around his hip to get even closer. To make it even deeper. His lips were on your neck, placing wet kisses inch by inch. And all you could do was melt in his embrace. Every lazy movement of his hips stimulated you non-stop. Your soft moans filled the room and his heart. He loved hearing you sing for him.
He kept thrusting into you, keeping the perfect pace. Zero breaks in stimulating your pussy. Lazy sex was definitely one of your favorites. The constant closeness you had then was something that made you forget for a moment that the world around you existed. His lips returned to yours, inviting you into a deep kiss. Perfectly coordinated from the very beginning. From the first moment your lips met.
âI love making love to you,â he whispered against your lips. All you could do in response was pull him in for a kiss again. The pleasure you felt between your legs, your heart and your soul made a single tear roll down your cheek.
Fuck, how could you ever give up on this man? The old oak tree under whose care you blossomed.
His fingers dug into your skin and his movements were more decisive. He continued to move lazily inside you, only to enter hard until the very end. You breathed heavily into his mouth, keeping your hands firmly on his cheeks. Your gasps and moans mixed together in perfect harmony.
âFuck, dad-â you trailed off as he thrust into you hard once again.
âYes, baby girl, come on my cock,â he gasped, feeling your slit becoming more and more reluctant to let him come out of you. This was the only time he started fighting with you.
He held your hips tightly, trying to keep the same pace even though you weren't making it easy for him.
âDon't fight it kitty,â he said with a smile. You laughed softly against his lips and started moving your hips to help him. Your movements made him look forward to fulfillment as well. You both moved your hips in sync, moaning into each other's mouths.
âDaddyâs gonna fill you up, okay?â he gasped, feeling his movements become sloppier than he would have liked.
âMhm,â you murmured, holding on to his neck like a lifeline. Joel began to moan louder and louder into your mouth, feeling his orgasm slowly approaching like a wave of fire. You sped up your hip movements, feeling him start to slow down. You had to catch up with him.
âOh, fuck⌠Fuck,â he groaned in pleasure as he came inside you. His orgasm was like a rag to a bull for you. You rolled your hips a few more times before you came, panting heavily. You shuddered, moving your hips one more time before you collapsed, looking up at him, satisfied.
He watched you in silence, and the sight of your face after your orgasm was definitely one of his favorites. He leaned towards you, stealing a gentle kiss. His thumb stroked your cheek as if you were made of porcelain. His arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you to his chest as he covered your bodies with the blanket. You snuggled into him, listening to his heartbeat as he stroked your hair gently.
"You know... you may be too old for me, but you're still doing pretty well," you admitted, and he laughed quietly.
"Yeah?" he asked, amused.
âYeah,â you nodded with a smile. Joel leaned down to press a kiss to your head in response to your teasing. You were perfect. And you were his.
#joel miller x y/n#joel miller x you#joel miller x reader#joel miller smut#joel miller fanfiction#soft joel miller#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal x you#sanarsi fic
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she talks, he talks | max verstappen
pairing: max verstappen x reader
summary: max verstappen loves to talk, you love to talk. match made in heaven.
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yourusername: skiing with cha except he eats shit every five minutes
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user1: YN AND CHARLES CONTENT
user2: WE CHEERED!!
charles_leclerc: NOT every five minutes
yourusername: đ¤¨
charles_leclerc: like every ten minutesâŚ
user3: i really needed some yn and charles content after that HORRIBLE triple header
user4: i need yn and charles content 24/7
user5: is this his girlfriend?
user6: ew no
user7: yn and charles have been friend since childhood. his gfs name is alexandra!!
user8: did you guys see those paparazzi pictures?? they were so funny
user9: LMAOOO YEAH yn talking her ass off while charles was just đ§ staring dead at the camera
user10: he looked like he was trying to communicate for help with his eyes
user11: charles loves himself some yappers
alexandrasaintmleux: thank you for sending me that five minute compilation of charles eating shit
yourusername: anything for you my love <33
charles_leclerc: can you guys stop bonding over my hurt
alexandrasaintmleux: no!
carlossainz55: please send me that video
georgerussell63: me as well!!
alex_albon: me too!
maxverstappen1: ooo me too!!
landonorris: please send that video my way
oscarpiastri: me too!
lewishamilton: i would like to see that video!
charles_leclerc: youâre all sick.
user12: wait now i need that video
user13: PLS POST IT YN PLS
user14: yn and charles going on vacation alone while he has a gf is soâŚweird
user15: not really?
user16: his like his sister bro đ youâre making it weird
user17: alex is clearly ok with it so why is it weird??
user18: iâm pretty sure they were with other friends
user19: and even if they werenât that would be okay!! because they are grown ups who can do whatever they please
user20: you know who would be great friends??
user21: max and yn
user20: you literally READ my mind
user21: it would be literally the 2 yappers against the world
user23: you guys are geniuses
user24: i canât believe with all the races yns been to she hasnât met max đ
user25: they obviously know OF every other, they just havent met face to face ďżź ďżź
user26: one photo pls just one photo of max maxplaining and yn ynplaining pls
â yn ln has posted new pictures!
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yourusername: leo and his favorite aunt + his favorite max (>á´â˘)
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user27: OMG THEYRE FRIENDS NOW
user28: yappper mets yapper
user29: charlesâs two yappers are friends
user30: his two worlds are colliding
user20: i made this happen guys
user31: no bc they definitely saw that comment and were like âyep! weâre friends now!â
charles_leclerc: youâre his only aunt
yourusername: your point?
charles_leclerc: of course youâre his favorite aunt, you have no competition
yourusername: yeahâŚi still donât understand where youâre going with this
maxverstappen1: yeah charles, be more clear with your words
yourusername: he realllyyy needs to know how to communicate better đ
maxverstappen1: HONESTLY!! itâs soo annoying when he wonât just spit something out
yourusername: you are SO right max
user32: oh yeah, this is a good combination
user33: the yappers are yapping
user34: they just became friends and theyâre already ganging up on charles đ
user35: do you guys think sheâll go to hungary?
user36: UGH I HOPE SHE DOES
user37: okay guys listenâŚthe last 3 gps were ASS for charles right???? and the last race yn was at wasâŚ. MONACO and who won that?? YEAH CHARLES. sheâs the good look charm.
user38: youâve literally solved the problem
user39: @/yourusername we NEED you in that garage pls yn. i can handle another horrible ferrari weekend
alex_albon: pet play date when?
yourusername: max says leo isnât allowed to have play dates with other animals until he has a play date with jimmy snd sassy firstâŚ
alex_albon: gosh he is so possessive đ
maxverstappen1: sassy and jimmy need to be leoâs #1 friend. if he meets other animals then THEY WONT BE HIS #1 FRIEND. is that so hard to understand?
yourusername: makes perfect sense to me đ¤ˇââď¸
maxverstappen1: thank you!
charles_leclerc: you guys are aware that heâs MY dog, right?
yourusername: for now đ
charles_leclerc: WHAT
user40: you guys are saying friendsâŚbut i smell relationship
user41: smell? you SMELL?
user42: oh thatâs notâŚ
user43: can yall just LET PEOPLE BE FRIENDS
user44: people just donât believe in the power of friendship anymore
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maxverstappenupdates: yn and max caught yapping to others and EACHOTHER at the hungary grand prix today!
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user47: fork found in kitchen
user48: clap if your surprised
user49: dead silence
user50: this is actually so cute
user51: RIGHTT?? like he talks, she listens, she talks, he listens
user52: does anyone want to role play yn and max with me
user53: ?
user54: iâll be yn
user53: great! iâll be max
user54: ??
user55: the first race with yn and max being friends and theyâre already like this đ¤
user56: i need her in the redbull garage next
user57: it think that would cause charles to explode
user58: iâm gonna say what everyone is too scared to sayâŚthey would be a cute couple
user59: DONT LET THEM SILENCE YOU
user60: man be QUIET
user61: yâall see the opposite sex interact and donât know how to act
user62: theyâre both so expressive when they talk and it makes theyâre conversations so much better
user63: i was there and i overhead part of their conversationâŚtell me why they were talking about which one of them could outrun a f1 car
user64: my bet is on yn
user65: nah i donât think so, max is an athlete
user66: yeah but heâs also the type to fall on his ass 3 seconds into the run
user67: BUT SO IS YN
user68: they are literally made for each other
user69: they make it so hard to just believe there friends
user70: THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACHOTHER!!!
user71: FRIENDS DO NOT LOOK AT EACHOTHER THAT WAY
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yourusername: skiing with someone who wonât wipe out every 10 minutes is great! (ŕšËá´Ë) and thank you to the random person who took that amazing picture for us! <3
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charles_leclerc: on your mind 24/7 đđ
yourusername: the image of you tumbling down the mountain and taking at least 20 people with you will NEVER leave my mind
charles_leclerc: IT WAS WEEKS AGO
yourusername: I BET THE PEOPLE YOU TOOK DOWN WITH YOU STILL REMEMBER
charles_leclerc: LEAVE ME ALONE
landonorris: iâm a much better skier then that guy đ
maxverstappen1: please tell me where she asked
landonorris: just sayinggg
user72: jealous max?
user73: IM THE ONE WHO TOOK THE PHOTO!!
user74: omg how was it??
user73: SOO CUTE!! they made a snowman and made like 20 different snow angels đ
user74: OMG THATS SO THEM
user75: does this not look like soft launching to you?
user76: they make it so hard to keep saying their just friendsâŚ
user77: what type of friends take vacations alone together
user78: charles and ynâŚ
user77: oh you got me there
georgerussell63: those are awesome glasses
maxverstappen1: i just threw them away
georgerussell63: why would you do that?
maxverstappen1: i tend to do the opposite of whatever you say is great
georgerussell63: okay rude.
user78: those glasses are fire đĽ
user79: why are they lighting up? and where did he get them??
user80: that first picture is absolutely gorgeous
user81: this is literally soft launching, why is nobody freaking out?
user82: what about this is soft launching? its literally just them hanging out
user83: oh to be hanging out with max making snow angels with him
user84: they would be so cute together
user85: this is a date and nobody can convince me otherwise
user86: OH BROTHERRR
â max verstappen has posted new photos!
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maxverstappen1: launching us straight into the moon đ
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user87: yapper and yapper together my dreams have come true
maxverstappen1: @/yourusername
yourusername: you get me đ
user89: what did i fucking say. i want EVERYONE who told me i was crazy for saying they were together to APOLOGIZE.
user90: iâm sorry, truly
user91: yeah thats my bad, sorry!
user92: my bad đŹ
user93: i still think theorizing about someoneâs relationship is weird but okay!
user94: iâm sorryâŚ
user95: yâall really had me out here defending your âfriendshipâ đ
user96: RIGHT! i feel so embarrassed
user97: truly a defining moment for me
user98: i really wanted a man x woman FREINDship to shove into peopleâs faces
user99: you always have yn and charles!
user98: itâs just not the same :(
user100: but they are really cute together
user101: yeah..they are
charles_leclerc: finally! she has someone else to talk too other then meâŚ
yourusername: hey! i have other friends đ
charles_leclerc: name 3
charles_leclerc: WHO ARENT RELATED TO ME OR WHO ARENT ON THE GRID
yourusername; okay frick you??
maxverstappen1: itâs okay liefde, iâll listen to you talk forever
yourusername; thank you maxie đ
charles_leclerc: barf
user102: does he mean soft launching??
user103: LMAOO I THINK HE DOES
user104: happy for you! (i wish that was me soo bad)
user105: iâm soooo normal about this
user106: charles two yappers have officially gotten togetherâŚi definitely saw this coming
user107: i knew it!!!
user108: yn posting cute little friendship pictures and max just full force announces their relationship
user109: ugh i love him
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notes: summer school is officially over! i can now spend the rest of my summer writing ( ̄â˝ďżŁ)
thank you for reading!! hope you enjoyed :)
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Cross My Heart | KMG
Pairing: Mingyu x GNReader (afab)
Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plot, friends to lovers (?), non-idol!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: pussy drunk mingyu, late night texting, biting/marking, fingering, lots of flirting, lots of teasing, grinding/dry humping, dirty talk, cunnilingus, face sitting, come eating, hand job, mingyu's a messy boy, OC is needy and mingyu loves it, mingyu has maybe the tiniest bit of a praise kink, use of pet names - pretty, mingyu requests death by pussy
Word Count: 5.2k
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I donât own SVT - they just inspire me
Summary: Your crush Mingyu wants (to eat) you.
Text Prompt: You: I canât stand you Mingyu: Then sit on my face
A/N: Hiiiii I'm writing for svt now and I'm starting with Mingyu because he's driving me insane. This is actually the first in a planned series of 13 svt fics based on text prompts. I'm fully in my self-indulgent era, so this is for everyone who, like me, needs some munch 'Gyu right about now đ
Unbeta'd as usual. If you like this and want more svt fics from me, please let me know! I'd love to hear what you think (but please be kind I'm fragile đĽş) đ
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Itâs finally here. After months of planning, you and your friends have flown halfway around the world for a week of vacation. The six of you arrived just a few hours ago, and after the long flight, the long wait at the airport for your luggage, and the long drive to the hotel, youâre exhausted.Â
Well, mentally youâre worn out, at least. Your body? Is still on your old timezone, where itâs currently tomorrow morning. So it thinks that you need to be awake, even though itâs night where you are. You had stayed awake the entire flight here in order to avoid this very problem.Â
Fucking jet lag got you anyway.
Unlike you, Seungcheol and Vernon are having no issue sleeping. The three of you are sharing one room, while Minghao, Wonwoo, and Mingyu are sharing another. You glance over at the two lumps tucked in their beds, snoring away like you would be if your body wasnât so confused.
Because youâre trying to be a good friend and let them sleep, youâre lying on your bed, scrolling lazily through your various social media apps. You could watch something, but you donât really have the focus right now. Yet you want something pleasing to look at. Something to mindlessly enjoy while you wait for exhaustion to overwhelm you.Â
So, naturally, you turn to your favorite nightly pastime - scrolling through your social media apps, looking for any new posts from Mingyu.
Itâs an addiction, borne out of your raging crush on your friend. Well, really, heâs Minghaoâs friend, you donât know him as well as you do the others, but still. Youâre friendly enough around each other. Which is because Mingyu is so nice, such a sweet and funny guy who always makes you feel more than welcome whenever heâs around.Â
Heâs also a blatant flirt. At first, his cocky smiles and playful words made you think he might be interested in more than just being your friend, but it wasnât long before you realized heâs like that with everyone. So you tamped down the hope that burned in your chest, leaving only a simmering crush to smolder forever.
Itâs morning back home, where most of your friends have barely started their days, so your feed is fairly dead. There are a few photos from Wonwoo from the flight, including one of Minghao sleeping with his mouth open that you immediately save to your favorites, a couple from Vernon, and, of course, several from Mingyu. You tap into his page.
Mingyuâs an avid photographer, particularly of beautiful things - breathtaking landscapes, delicious meals, himself. Mostly himself, to be honest. Not that youâre complaining. Itâs maybe the most mutually beneficial relationship youâve ever been in. Mingyu loves to provide pictures of himself. You love to admire them. A win-win all around.Â
You tap back to home and refresh your feed. A new post appears, from Mingyu. The jet lag must be getting to him, too, if heâs awake and posting right now. The photo is another selfie, this time of him lying in bed, one arm resting behind his head, showing off a perfectly sculpted bicep. God. Could he be more gorgeous?Â
Clicking into his page again, you rub your thumb over the screen to make his photos flip by in an endless parade of hot Mingyus. Itâs ridiculous, you muse, watching picture after picture roll by, to think about how much time Mingyu must spend on these photos. Making sure heâs got the perfect lighting to bounce off his muscles just right in those gym selfies. Or figuring out the best angle to show off that sharp jawline of his. Just ridiculous. And yet, every second isnât spent in vain, considering how the photos drew you in like shiny trinkets to your magpie eye.Â
It would be so easy to think of Mingyu as a modern day Narcissus, endlessly snapping selfies, drowning in his own reflection on his phone. But heâs never struck you as conceited. Itâs something else - a desire for connection, perhaps. A need for-
A tiny heart floats up your screen and you gasp. Shit. You just liked the post the scroll stopped on - one of his many gym selfies, frame zoomed in on his torso, his hand clutching the bottom of his shirt to show off his rippling abs.
Your eye drifts to the date of the photo. Posted eight months ago.Â
Quick as lightning, you hit the screen again, shattering the little heart icon. Your pulse is beating too fast. Thereâs no need to panic. He couldnât have seen that. Maybe youâre overreacting, but no one needs to know youâre lurking in his profile in the middle of the night, especially not him.Â
A notification drops down over Mingyuâs face. A message.
Mingyu: Someoneâs up late.Â
Ah, damn. You were too slow. And now heâs in your DMs.Â
After taking a moment to shriek quietly into your pillow, you write back.Â
You: Canât sleep
Mingyu: Same. Jet lagâs got me fucked up
Mingyu: You know what always helps when I canât sleep?
You: What?
Mingyu: Creeping through someoneâs old photos
Even though heâs not here looking at you, your neck flames with embarrassment anyway. You could play it cool. If only you knew how to do that.Â
You: Shut up
Mingyu: Itâs ok, Iâm flattered
You: Oh fuck off
Mingyu: No really, I am
Mingyu: I like that you want me so bad
Pressing your mouth firmly into your pillow, you swallow another screech. Here we go. Right into the flirting. You canât handle this right now.
You: Idk what youâre talking about
You:Â It was an accident
Mingyu: Oh you were accidentally admiring me?Â
You: How did you even notice? Are you just staring at your phone, waiting for attention?
Mingyu: I mean yeah
You snort.Â
You: Youâre ridiculous
Mingyu: Maybe. But Iâm honest about it
You: Iâll give you that
A few seconds go by, then a minute, then two. Maybe youâre boring him. Maybe heâs found something else to entertain him. Or someone else.
When the next notification comes in, you jolt a little.Â
Mingyu: What else will you give me?
And now your heart does a funny jump as you stare at his words. God, what a question. How you wish he were asking for real, and not just being playful, like he always is.Â
Would it be too real to reply with the truth? âWhatever you want?â
You: I donât know
You: What do you want?
Mingyu: What if I say you?
Suddenly you donât understand words.
You: Why would you say that?
Mingyu: Because itâs my answer
Mingyu: Iâm being honest again
You: Thatâs the jet lag talking
Mingyu: Oh come on
Mingyu: You really donât know?
You: Know what??
Mingyu: How I feel about you
Is he being serious right now??
You: If this is a joke I donât get it
Mingyu: Not a joke
Mingyu: Hold on
The notification icon on your app suddenly lights up. One heart. Two. Three four five. You open your notifications and immediately start laughing. Mingyuâs going through your oldest photos and liking them, one by one.Â
Mingyu: See? Iâm obsessed with you
Seungcheol grunts in his sleep, and you press your arm harder over your mouth, trying to muffle yourself better.
You: Youâre so annoying, oh my god
Mingyu: So annoying that you canât stop looking at my photos at 1 am?
Mingyu: Or flirting with me?
You: Is that whatâs happening? Are we flirting?
Mingyu: Ok donât act like you donât know
Mingyu: I flirt with you all the time
You: You flirt with EVERYONE all the time
Mingyu: Yeah but I only mean it with you
Like any other time this happens, any time his words make your head spin, you put on the brakes, stopping before you start to believe you might have a chance.Â
You: Youâre so dumb
Mingyu: Are you really going to pretend youâre not enjoying this?
You: Who said Iâm pretending?
Mingyu: Me. I know youâre loving this
Mingyu: Because you want me soooooo bad
You: Shut uppppp
Mingyu: Go on, yell at me
Mingyu: Youâre cute when youâre mad
You: No really
You: I canât stand you
Mingyu: Then sit on my face
Your mouth falls open, an amused huff of air escaping in a befuddled laugh at his unexpected response.Â
You: What?
Mingyu: Come shut me up. Sit on my face.
Youâre blinking so hard, you can hear your eyelids clapping together.
You: Fuck off. Stop playing.Â
Mingyu: Whoâs playing? Iâm serious
Mingyu: Smother me with those gorgeous thighs of yours. Iâll go out a happy man.Â
Your gorgeous thighs? Heâs never said anything like that before. What the fuck is happening.
You canât help but picture it - him lying on his bed, you kneeling over him, fingers tangled in his dark hair as you ride that pouty little mouth of his. Itâs not the first time youâve fantasized about it, but itâs the first time the vision has felt⌠possible.Â
Mingyu: No response? Youâre just gonna leave me hanging like this?
You: Donât tease me
Mingyu: Trust me, there are a million ways Iâd love to tease you, but this isnât one
You lay down again, rolling onto your side, curling in on yourself, like youâre trying to contain all the excitement rushing through your veins, keep it from spilling out and over into the room where your friends are still sleeping. Â
You: Youâre really serious?
Mingyu: Cross my heart and hope to die
Mingyu: Between your legs
Again you laugh.
You: Youâre such an idiot
Mingyu: Does that mean youâre not coming over?
You: Like right now??
Mingyu: Why not?Â
Mingyu: Wonwoo and Minghao both slept on the plane. They went out exploring
Mingyu: Iâve got the room to myself
You bite your lip, a little harder than you normally would, the sharp sting confirming that you are not dreaming and this is, in actual fact, happening right now.Â
You: I guess if Iâm not sleeping anytime soon
In the dim light from your phone, you eye the path to the door. You can easily make it out of the room without waking anyone. Should you so decide.Â
You: I could come over
Mingyu: I promise Iâll make it so good for you
Mingyu: Eat that pussy like you deserve. Make you cum on my tongue over and over
You inhale sharply. Heâs definitely never talked about your pussy like that before. Reading his words has you positively throbbing.
Mingyu: Please, just let me taste you
What else is there to say to that but -Â Â
You: Iâm coming over
Itâs a short walk to Mingyuâs room. A rush of anticipation hits you as you raise your hand to knock. It doesnât take long for the door to open, bringing you face to face with the man whose social media you canât stop stalking. Mingyuâs shirtless, grey sweatpants hanging alarmingly low on his hips, and if you werenât already planning on crushing him with your thighs, this insta thirst trap of an outfit would push you right over the edge.Â
âThat was fast,â he laughs, stepping aside to let you in. âDid you run down the hall?âÂ
âI thought I told you to shut up,â you shoot back.Â
âAnd I thought I told you to make me,â he smirks, reaching for you at the same time you reach for him, practically mashing his teeth against your lips as he pulls you in for a kiss. Despite what he just said, heâs kissing you, too eager to wait for you to do what he demands.Â
Itâs rough and messy, all teeth and tongue, both of you doing your fair share to keep the other silent. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say speechless, because Mingyuâs definitely not being quiet, moaning into your mouth, and youâre certainly whining loud enough for the other rooms to hear you.
He presses you back into the door, chest to chest, hip to hip. You tilt your head and he follows, chasing your mouth, as if heâs needing another taste. Your hands roam over his biceps, his shoulders, his neck, covering every inch of warm skin thatâs exposed, and he slips his arms around your waist, holding you impossibly tight. Not for one second do your lips part. This is the type of kiss youâve always read about in your favorite stories - the one that makes your knees weak, makes your head float, makes you forget everything but Mingyu.Â
Itâs delicious. Itâs amazing. Itâs every superlative you can think of. But itâs not enough. You want more. Part of you wants to tell him to get on with it, take you to bed, because youâre here to make him eat his words by eating you, but the other part isnât about to quit kissing him any time soon.Â
Thankfully, Mingyu takes care of your dilemma by eliminating the choice. Without warning, he bends his knees and lifts you, big hands secure on your thighs to hold you close to him. Okay, now itâs like one of your stories, the way he lifts you like youâre lighter than air. Youâd swoon if you werenât so busy licking into his lips. All that time in the gym is really paying off
He carries you to his bed, displaying his impressive thigh strength by slowly lowering himself into a sitting position, bringing you into his lap. You loop your arms around his shoulders, desperately seeking his mouth, as if the 0.2 seconds between kisses might kill you, which, honestly, it feels like it might, and youâve never been in this situation before, making out with the man of your dreams, so for all you know, it will, so why risk it?Â
âStop me if Iâm going too fast,â he says between kisses.Â
âYou can go as fast as you want,â you reply, without even a secondâs pause. âJust donât stop.âÂ
âDamn, and here I was worried I was coming off too excited,â he grins, face lighting up in delight. Then he kisses your cheek, whispering against your skin at your offended huff. âItâs okay, I like how needy you are for me.â
âShut up,â you groan, but you know he felt the way you shuddered, so you give up the weak protests and start kissing him again, twisting your fingers in his hair to keep him close.Â
Mingyu finally stops laughing when you take his bottom lip between your own, sucking and licking at the plump skin. With a groan, he digs his fingers into your sides, and he starts to guide you back and forth, rolling you over the eye-catching bulge in his sweatpants. Itâs a sight that makes you clench, thinking about how much you want to sit on it now, just pull him out and ride, too needy to feel him inside you to even take your clothes off.
But again, you want more. You want what heâd promised earlier. Â
He nips his way down your throat until his mouth latches at the base of your neck, sucking and biting, and you whimper, squirming in his hold. â
âGyu, please!â
âPlease what?âÂ
He doesnât lift his head, too absorbed in sinking his vampire-like canines into your soft skin, not sharp enough to pierce, just hard enough that you know youâll have bruises blooming there tomorrow, little souvenirs of this moment.Â
Please everything, you think. You want it all, whatever heâs willing to give, youâll take. Youâre feeling greedy as fuck right now.Â
âI want what you promised me.âÂ
âHold on,â he intones seriously, right before laving his tongue over a fresh mark. âLet a man at deathâs door enjoy his last moments.âÂ
âOh my god, youâre so stupid,â you groan, grabbing his face and smashing your lips together. Heâs just - just such an idiot, such a stupid sexy idiot and you want him more than youâve ever wanted anything in your life.
âFine,â he says after a few minutes of frantic making out, a cheeky grin spreading across his face, hands circling around your ass, squeezing as he pulls you closer. âTime for my last meal.âÂ
He kisses away your embarrassingly pleased moan, and then he maneuvers the two of you around so heâs lying on the bed on his back and youâre straddling him. As he watches with rapt attention, you peel off your shirt. Since youâd been dressed for bed, you hadnât bothered to throw on a bra. Judging from Mingyuâs expression, you made the right call. Â
âPretty,â he breathes out, wide eyes finding yours, and you have to take a beat, have to take a moment to sit and let the reality of the situation wash over you. The two of you are here, together, in this hotel room half a world away from home. Both wanting this. Itâs clear to you now just how eager Mingyuâs been since you walked in. He wasnât lying - he wants you just as much as you want him.Â
With this new understanding, you stand up to slide your shorts and panties off in one go, before straddling him again, and lowering yourself for another kiss. Immediately, his arms are around you, gliding down your back, all the way to your bare ass, taking the biggest handfuls he can.Â
âYou drive me insane. So pretty, so hot.âÂ
Mingyuâs words kick the simmering heat in your gut into a full blown fire. You moan into his kiss, grinding yourself against him. One of his hands grips your side, helping you chase the friction, while the other slips between your bodies. When his fingers brush your inner thigh, he lets out a strangled groan. âOh fuck, youâre so wet.â Â
âYour fault,â you gasp, lips fervently pressing against his, licking at the seam of his mouth until he allows you in, so you can roll your tongue over his like you roll your hips.Â
âThen allow me to make it up to you,â he grins, long fingers cupping your mound, trapping the heat there in his palm as he rubs it against you. You keen, thighs already twitching. Youâre going to lose your mind before you even get to his face.Â
Youâre not alone in that feeling, as he suddenly reaches for your thighs, urging you to crawl up his body. âGet up here, please,â he begs, flat out begs you, and you slide forward as fast as you can. You need his mouth, right now.
Hovering over him is a little surreal - MIngyuâs big brown eyes are gazing up at you in a perfect replication of your favorite daydream, only itâs so much better than youâd ever imagined, because the expression he wears is one of complete awe, like heâs the one living out his fantasy. Again you feel bold, so you run your fingers through his hair, nails lightly scraping over his scalp. He moans quietly, low in his throat, like heâs trying to hold it in, and your mouth quirks in a half smile as you kneel.Â
âNice knowing you, âGyu.âÂ
He hums a happy note, lips vibrating lightly just as your cunt reaches them, and you moan quietly. You donât settle all the way down, because as much as you were playing along with this whole death-by-pussy dream of his, you are slightly worried that you might actually suffocate him, if not because of your weight than because of your dire need, that you might get too lost in the aching desire thatâs building inside you, spurred on by the way heâs brushing the lower half of his face and down your folds, just breathing you in, teasing you with his touches but not giving you what you so desperately want.Â
ââGyu,â you whine, tilting your pelvis forward, to catch his tongue as he traces your inner thigh, leaving a trail of saliva behind. He blows a puff of air across the wetness, sending goosebumps running at the cooling sensation.Â
When you try to shift again, heâs quick to wrap his hands up around your hips, holding you still. Not hard enough to hurt, but strong enough to let you know - heâs in charge now.Â
âStay still, pretty,â he murmurs, tenderly pressing a kiss into your skin. âDonât worry, Iâll keep my promise. Cross my heart, remember?âÂ
With that reminder, he pulls you down further onto his face. His tongue slides into you, nose bumping your clit, and you whimper, hands flailing at your sides, seeking something to cling to, finding nothing but the warm air around you. The pressure on the sensitive bud combining with the wet hot muscle plunging between your slick folds is overwhelming in the best way.
ââGyu, oh, thatâs so good!â Â
Mingyu nods his head vigorously, nudging his nose around, letting his tongue drag up and down your slit. It almost feels like heâs agreeing with you, backed up by the way he grunts brokenly, this deep rumble in his chest that gets strangled halfway through his throat.Â
Youâre not sure at what point you start thrust your hips. Mingyu helps you find the right pace, big hands guiding you forward and back, forward and back, until you feel the rhythm all the way from your ears to your toes.Â
As his mouth slides up to suckle on your clit, his left hand also snakes upwards, cupping your right breast, thumb rolling over your puckered nipple. You shudder, nerves sizzling like power lines, lit up by his every touch.
ââGyuâŚâ Mingyuâs mouth pulls another whine from you. You glance down, catching the furrow in his brow, the sweat dripping down his temples. âOh my god.âÂ
âMmmmphf,â Mingyu agrees, or so you assume, unable to understand anything he might be mumbling into you. A particularly sharp suck on your pulsating clit makes your back arch, and Mingyuâs hand falls from your chest, disappearing behind you.Â
The sudden rustling of fabric draws your attention. You glance over your shoulder, only to whimper when you catch sight of Mingyuâs hand stroking his erection, band of his sweatpants hastily shoved down, stiff cock so flushed it brings a matching heat to your neck.Â
If you were more limber, youâd reach for him, give him a helping hand, but you canât stay twisted around for long, not when Mingyuâs tongue makes you refocus on his mouth. Itâs too difficult to think about anything else right now but the way he keeps plunging inside you, using the thick muscle to fuck you shallowly.Â
You canât stop mewling like a cat in heat, rutting back and forth over Mingyuâs tongue. Even in your daze, it doesnât escape your attention that Mingyuâs absolutely pussy drunk at this point, depraved moans buzzing endlessly against your most sensitive spots because he refuses to detach his mouth from you long enough to let them escape. Every muffled note reverberates deep in your core, joins the tense chord thatâs building inside you to a crescendo.Â
ââGyu, please.âÂ
At the sound of your plea, Mingyu stops stroking himself, bringing his hand around to find your clit, middle finger drawing circles around and around and around.Â
When you double over, hands sinking into the plush bedding on either side of Mingyuâs head, he grunts, tipping his head to the side so he can speak. âYou okay?âÂ
âFuck, Mingyu, âm good,â you giggle, suddenly hit by a burst of glee, perhaps due to the lack of oxygen in your head, since all the blood in your body is concentrated in your clit right now. âIâm having an amazing night.âÂ
Mingyu hums again, sounding very pleased, and you meet his gaze, and suddenly you wish his phone was nearby, so you could snap a photo, because this look - hair mussed and clinging to his forehead, pupils blown, nose to chin coated in your glistening wetness - this is a look worth capturing.
âYeah, me too,â he says, chest heaving as he catches his breath, and the sincerity in his voice steals your own away. If you had any nerve, youâd confess something right now, something you werenât planning on telling him tonight or tomorrow or maybe ever. But you keep silent, only breathing a tiny exhale of surprise as he slides out from under you, and nudges you onto your back.
Mingyu folds you in half easily, because youâre giving no resistance, letting him shape you the way he desires, and then his mouth is on you again. Now that he's lying facedown between your legs, heâs able to get some much-desired friction without using his hands, grinding his neglected cock into the bed as he concentrates on you.Â
His tongue glides over your throbbing nub again, and then his right hand ghosts over your slit. You whimper a soft âPlease,â and thatâs all he needs to slide his finger inside. The intrusion has you squirming, urging him silently to go deeper, and to your relief, he obliges. But he also locks his other arm over your legs, holding them so you canât keep bucking your hips up.Â
âI said, stay still,â he mumbles, with no anger or heat behind it, just amusement, laced with a slight tinge of cockiness. He knows heâs frustrating you, judging by the curl of his lips as he plunges his finger in and out slowly, way too slowly, teasing you with what you need most. You try to press your hips down onto his hand, to make him glide faster, but he just leans into you slightly, big arm stopping your movements.Â
Your whine is beyond petulant. âDonât tease me!âÂ
âPretty, I promise you, when I tease you, youâll know.âÂ
And then he adds his middle finger, curling both, pressing on the most sensitive spot on your inner wall. Over and over, his fingers flutter, massaging until starlight bursts behind your eyelids.Â
âItâll be something like this.âÂ
He withdraws his hand.
âGyuuuuuu.â
If he was slightly cocky earlier, heâs fully arrogant now, face breaking into a wide grin while he laughs. âWow, so whiny. You do want me bad.âÂ
âI swear to god if you dohhhhHHH-â
You break off in a moan when he lowers his face again, loudly lapping at your wetness. Clever fingers alternate between scissoring and stroking, following the changes in your breathing, and you hope that heâs close to being satiated, because youâre teetering on the edge of your climax, only the slightest bit more stimulation necessary to push you over.Â
âMingyu. Mingyu, Iâm gonna cum.â You open your eyes, raising your head enough to look at him, to watch with a dropped jaw as he buries his face in your cunt, his own eyes closed in ecstasy, and oh, thatâs it - âOh god, Iâm gonna cum!âÂ
Your warning cry - though clearly appreciated by Mingyu, who groans in answering refrain, hips humping the bed furiously - is ultimately unnecessary, given how hard your walls suddenly clench around his fingers. He doesnât stop his ministrations, fingerfucking you through your orgasm as your lower half trembles beneath his heavy arm. He holds you in place as best he can, sweetly kissing your clit, while you wail and writhe, pressing your palm into your mouth to keep your cries from waking the rooms around you.Â
Eventually your tremors slow, turning into occasional twitches, before your body finally relaxes. Mingyu continues to lap at you, every pass of his tongue getting lighter and lighter, until he lifts his head. Heâs the perfect image of lust, eyes dark and desirous, and you claw at his shoulders, needing him close again.Â
âKiss me.âÂ
He wipes his face with the back of his hand, smearing you over himself more as he rises up to meet you. His cock is hard between you, and you moan, knowing that you did that, that he got this turned on just from eating you out, and extend your fingers to wrap around him.
The unbidden sound he utters when you take his cock and slide it through your soaking folds, coating it in your wetness, is the filthiest sound youâve ever heard.
âCareful, pretty,â he pants, looking down at your hand. Under his close gaze, you circle the head of his cock before rubbing your thumb over and around the slit there. ââM close.âÂ
âWanna make you come, âGyu,â you tell him, and he hisses, hips bucking into your grip.Â
âFuck.â His long fingers cover yours, guiding you into a faster pace. âBut Iâm gonna make a mess.â
âDo it. Make a mess.â The need to make him completely fall apart takes possession of you, makes you say things youâve never said to anyone else. âCome all over me.âÂ
Mingyu whines, chin dropping to his chest. Heâs barely blinking as he stares at your entwined hands.Â
âPretty⌠donât say thatâŚ.â
âPlease, âGyu.â All shame has fled your body. âI want it.âÂ
No further encouragement is needed. Mingyu grunts a few times before heâs painting your stomach in so much white, in little drops and big splashes, doing exactly what you told him, eyes rolling back in his head as he does.
When his high abates, he sits back on his heels, gazing at the mess he created, all the sticky sweat and semen that covers your body. A delirious thought comes to you. Is the sight beautiful enough for him to want to take a picture?Â
âWow,â he murmurs after a moment, shaking his head. âYouâre even prettier when youâre covered in me.âÂ
His dead serious expression is enough to break the haze of lust hanging over you. You throw your arm over your face, too flustered to look at him. ââGyuuuuu!â
âChanged my mind, Iâm calling you âwhiny' from now on.â The bed shifts as Mingyu rises. He laughs all the way to and from the bathroom, laughs even harder when you glare at him, reaching for the towel he holds. He surprises you by nudging your hand away. âLet me.â Â
His touch is so gentle as he wipes away his mess, then your own. When youâre both clean enough, he lays on his side, draping his arm over you. âThink you can sleep now?âÂ
Oh, you can sleep. Youâre feeling satiated in a way you havenât for a long time, and now that the rush has worn off, you could knock right out. You should probably go back to your room, ride this calm wave right into sleep, not let yourself get too excited at the thought that this vacation might be the best one ever.
Instead, you grin, sliding your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. âYeah. But I donât want to.âÂ
âOh?â Mingyuâs smile mirrors yours. âWhat do you wanna do instead?âÂ
âI might have some ideas.âÂ
He lets you pull him down for a kiss, humming eagerly.
âTell me what you want, pre-â
A sharp rap on the door startles you both.
âDude, donât you dare!â Minghao hisses through the wood. âWeâve been out here forever!âÂ
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Having to try so hard to reign myself in when someone I know talks about using that Caesar guyâs Alfa dog training methods and I have to try so hard not to come off as crazy when I explain how those donât actually work that well and can impact your relationship with your dog
The dog person: you prefer cats though and theyâre different
#emma posts#you think I havenât also learned about dog care?!#I had a dog growing up and since heâs passed Iâve learned how the training methods used as a puppy werenât the best#I was only training him as an adult dog though#I accidentally taught him some stuff when I was younger. but not intentionally#he was smart and stupid at the same time#Iâve learned about many many pets though#i love animals and my mom didnât let me have an indoor pet until I was 13 or 14#well. thatâs not entirely true. she let me keep some pet fish#I loved that betta and when I found his tank again a few years ago there was a name tag made of tape and sharpie with stickers#and Iâm kid handwriting it said âsquirtleâ âŚmy dude thatâs a turtle. I had a fish#I have mixed feelings about dogs. theyâre great but also a lot#so energetic and big sometimes and they smell strong and their fur has some oily feel#some dogs donât have fur like that though I guess#my aunts mini poodle didnât#now both of them are dead. but not because of the fur#I donât actually know how to spell my favorite celebrity dog trainer#Victoria but idk how to spell her last name
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