#one would think with how much I can spit out with fic I would be able to ace my fucking essays and get them done quick smart
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Ahaha thank you for the nice comments in tags <3 i love Remus but he seems bit like a spineless people pleaser and after dating somebody who would rather lie about their feelings than have people be mildly upset with them..... I chose violence đĄ
no but ur so right because!!! iâve been sleeping on this for a while but letâs talk about remusâ personality traits and how they have the potential to make him a bad/absent partner, at best, and an abusive one, at worst. everyone wants to turn him into this image of perfection just bc heâs such an âuwu victimâ figure in fanon but thatâs SO far from the truth omg
(i amâŚjust gonna put this remus character analysis under a cut bc it got unnecessarily long and i wouldnât want u to read it if u didnât want to lol)
so, for one, heâs manipulative. he has no combinations in twisting the truth or dodging it entirely for his own benefit. like, the man could stand in front of his dead best friendâs orphaned son & not even allude to the fact that he knew his dad. he had no problem bringing james & lily up in the most twisted ways possible to guilt/emotionally influence harry. so remus in a relationship would have the capacity to either knowingly or unknowingly manipulate his partner. the definition of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss except more sinister.
next, his spinelessness. either as a defensive measure to deal w anti-werewolf hostility or as an innate personality trait, remus has the habit of justânot standing up for things. he looks away when his friends act like assholes, even when heâs in a position of authority (which yes, u can argue that heâs afraid of losing them but atp theyâve literally risked life & magic & azkaban for him so either way, he comes off badlyâeither he doesnât mind himself, or he doesnât fully trust their friendship, or itâs just easier to look away). in a relationship, this can manifest as bottling everything inside u until it makes u bitter or u violently unload on the other person in an entirely disproportionate manner. the dynamic would also be a bit skewed. the people pleasing u mentioned is also such a big thing that people usually overlook. when ur constantly trying to make the other person happy and donât want to rock the boat, that is a cocktail for miscommunication and breakdown of relationships. ur also constantly putting the emotional burden of constructively dealing w issues on ur partner instead of doing it urself.
connected to his cowardice is his habit of running away when things get tough. remus is conflict avoidant; he does not like to put himself in a position where he has to take a decisive stance, especially if itâs against what others around him believe in. he runs away when things get tough, and tbh, for me, this comes from a constant spiral of self hatred & self victimisation, both of which stem from his experience as a werewolf. in every difficult situation, he centres himself & his discomfort and instead of dealing with it and moving forward for a constructive solution, he decides that stepping back from it altogether is better. which, yeah, works well for him bc he can temporarily put a pin in it but itâs kinda terrible for everyoneâs whoâs left behind. so i also think that remus is a profoundly selfish character who doesnât look beyond the end of his own nose. u can imagine how those traits might manifest themselves in a relationship.
and his people pleasing!! so this might be verging on fanon but his gratitude and/or devotion to dumbledore sets anâŚinteresting tone. itâs also another example of how he cannot conceive himself in any other term except as a victimised werewolf. the marauders did a lot for him, arguably even more than dumbledoreâs token representation formula, but he never felt indebted to them the way he did for D. dumbledore also kind of makes him feel needed? validates his feelings? and that just speaks to a very twisted sense of self for me. which, again, wonât bode well for his other interpersonal relations.
also, on a very hc note, i also feel like remus justâŚdoes not have any significant capacity to love. he takes and takes and takes but doesnât give much in return. this doesnât even have to be an actively malicious decision, tbh, just a very self-centred one. he doesnât realise how much heâs taking bc heâs only thinking about his own circumstances.
all of these are also just why i canât see r/s working out in any healthy manner. remus is exactly antithetical to everything sirius is/believes in, and not even in the fun âopposites attractâ way. but thatâs another rant no one asked for lmao
#anti remus lupin#just to be safe lol#(i would not want to read sumn like this for j or s)#i read this harry/tonks postwar fic once#that had part r/s allusions#and it was basically about how terrible remus was as a dad & husband bc he kept running out to deal w his demons#not realising or caring ab who heâs leaving behind#and constantly kept making false promises and centering only his own grief#and harry steps up to take care of teddy and tonks#the romance is cool and all but itâs the characterisation of remus that really struck me. bc it was so new. even tho itâs basically#an extension of canon ykwim?#and i think we should talk about that more instead of turning him into a paragon of virtue and morality and parenthood#dude tumblr just ate my ENTIRE answer for a who monite and i was so ??? fully ready to give up i s2g lol#i also have so many thoughts of remus victimising himself#and consequently spitting on everything his friends and family did for him#bc those are destructive thinking patterns and no one except the person themself can take the first step#regardless of how much support they get#and remus just. never wanted to get out of it lbr#i am so sorry for this rantâu didnât ask for it but ur fic LIT something in me#and i just. couldnât stop once i started đđ#penâs asks#penâs notes
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re last answer: please don't stop, being very unhinged about these two pretty white boys is helping distract me from the sharks losing streak rn so bring it on
https://www.tumblr.com/bondedpairs/764566430180147200?source=share
(sideblog woes but there's the link for you) anyway in the vid they talk about going over to each other's houses to have dinner and things and while that is a delicious example of their codependence i love it bc through an rpf lens there is definitely some old man ******* going on. they can have the dilfs and each other.
(someone else mentioned kept boys which i could write an essay on but i fear being Perceivedâ˘ď¸)
anyway if you have anything to add to this please do, if not ignore me and i will hide under a rock until the stress-related insanity has worn off and i am a functioning member of society once more đ
- @bondedpairs
ty for the video!!! and please, WRITE THE KEPT BOYS ESSAYYYY i promise i will read it with my hands over my eyes if you donât want to be perceived. do it scared!! do it anyway!! weâll all love you for it!!!
#like. i donât know how to explain how narratively aware will smith is to me. he knows heâs being put into the codependent rookies arc.#heâs aware that zeev buium transforms into a dog. he knows that he and mack arenât getting together because mackâs gotta work it out first.#& in a less unhinged way i simply mean that will smith has an air of both self-conscious thought & projection i think is maybe fascinating.#but not in a way in which i actually know this or think that he thinks about himself and how he comes across. he just Is Something ????#the best way i can explain is one of my alltime favorite fics i use it like a shorthand citation bc i love it so much but catchascatchcanâs#many worlds universe but specifically the second tk/pat story second person you the ouroboros spits out its tale nolan walks off screen.#like that is the kind of narrative awareness i am trying to explain that no matter where i put him will smith knows heâs inside a story but#not in a way where heâs trying to do anything to it. heâs just present there. this makes no sense to me either please understand#liv in the replies#bondedpairs#happy to have brought you something in your times of woe!!! âalso hope things get a little less stressful for you!! <3#weâre 2gether p much 24/7â no go on i say in my nature documentary voice. watching them like bugs under a rock rn observing from a distance#this DID get me to actually watch the video. agreed with puckpocketed saying rich text and ur tags like. YES the daddy issues popped out.#just wants to make sure heâs having fun!! checking up!! mack the prime irritance in willâs life!! foisted off on one another w/ no choice#itâs like when your parents are friends so then you have to be friends with their kids in a way and then also like. youâre the only kids#close in age to each other but theyâre NOT but it is definitely not like. i would choose you for any lifetime it is very will smith hockey#(once again) very aware he has to wait for mack to settle down. like now that iâm saying this i DO want clairvoyant will smith which is not#where it goes in the first half but just in the sense of like. those silly posts that are like âinvested early in stock!â & itâs a picture#of braden holtby & his beautiful bisexual wife brandi back when holts was a hipster who wore skinny scarves & now everyone thinks heâs sooo#like that but itâs will smith saying my god you are insufferable but youâll be fantastic in five years. get in the fucking car.#(yes i am drawing extensively from the one picture where will has COMPLETELY tuned him out (there is a football reasoning reference here?#with the patriots? neonfretra drew this also but it was a tweet about the teams. thereâs layers to this here ANYWAY) weâre building a life#i realize after the fact i addressed neither the dilf (gilf?) fucking here nor the content of the actual video & polycules to which i say:#brain scrampled egg. the burnsie/joe/patty/(pavs???) polycule just exists to me and the kids intersect the venn diagram but in a much#smaller portion than they intersect each other in both ways (will/mack joe/the guys)#also as for the content of the video. youâre gonna have to give me at LEAST (how long did it take me until i actually started posting tzjd?#i hate that this is my metric but it really was like. i see everyone yelling about them & iâm like ok. [please ignore the irrational hatred#i have for tz at the time it has to do with moritz seider and also whenever i see him on the ice something awakens in kill mode] and i DO#blame tzjd for my 800 drafts and it took me like. a good while before i finally went OH kay. i see it. okay i can get invested. horizon at#a 45 degree angle moon in the late waxing gibbous winds scented of orange & blowing S by SW from the vortex cycle etc etc ass conditions)
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Avoiding homework to write fic because I am silly
#I tried to do it today and only managed an intro#a whole 150 words#great work me it is due next week and is 1.5k only#I write 1.5k on just describing what someone likes to eat for lunch this essay should not be so fucking hard to write#one would think with how much I can spit out with fic I would be able to ace my fucking essays and get them done quick smart#youd think that wouldnt you but no I am just procastanting#I will regret it all later#at least I am no longer on nights until late next month which will help my brain work a little more#I like nightshift but it does make my brain go fuzzy at times#I have two more days off this week before I have fri sat sun work#But they are all PM shifts so its all good I can sleep in
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"MINE, MINE, MINE."
pairing: alpha!geto x omega!fem!reader summary: your doctor wonât refill your prescription until youâve reset your cycle. youâre desperate for that refill, but getoâs not having it. content: MDNI (18+ ONLY), a/b/o dynamics, nsfw, dubcon? (reader doesnât want a heat but itâs medically necessary (LMAO what)), established relationship, unprotected sex, breeding, praise, pet names, knotting, slight manipulation, dacryphilia, somnophilia, spit, blood, oral (fem!receiving), so much licking and smelling?, geto and reader are just downright feral LMAO, lmk if i missed anything. a/n: have yâall figured out that i have a breeding kink yet⌠anyway, this is the first a/b/o fic that iâve ever written but i just read one and was feeling *inspired*. if people want i might do a prequel sort of thing for this that goes more in-depth about how they met and stuff. lmk! also, i have a vampire gojo fic planned hehe get ready bbs. if you want more of my omegaverse fics check out my alpha!gojo fic here! and remember, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED! divider credit to: @cafekitsune wc: 5.2k
âNo.âÂ
No? You shift in your seat, cold and plastic, sure you must have heard him wrong.Â
âIâm sorry?â you ask. You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth, an anxious habit.
âI canât refill the prescription. Iâm sorry, but, frankly, it would be completely irresponsible of me to do so. Iâm shocked your previous physician prescribed them for so long.â Fingers find yours and twine them together. Your eyes flash to Geto, but heâs only staring at your new doctor, staring with that furrow in his brow he only gets when heâs worried.
Your new, soon-to-be old, doctor sighs again, running a hand through his thinning white hair. âYou need to have a heat as soon as possible, allow your body to recalibrate. Indefinite use of suppressants is dangerous and unhealthy. They are meant to manage your cycles, not stop them altogether.âÂ
Sweat beads on your palms. He canât be serious. But itâs his first opinion. Surely thereâs another option.
âI-Iâm sorry, doctor. I donât think Iâm understanding.âÂ
Another glance at Geto reveals that heâs frowning now. When his eyes find yours you see the decision there, one heâs already made without you. Your stomach drops.
The doctor sighs and suddenly the walls of the office feel small, tight, suffocating. The twinge of alcohol and chemicals in the air makes your nose scrunch. âLet me say this clearly. I will not refill your prescription for suppressants, nor will any other reputable physician. You have been taking them continuously for far too long. You risk permanent damage should you delay a proper cycle any longer.â The doctor glances to Geto, then back to you. âGo home with your alpha and allow nature to take its course. Itâs whatâs best.âÂ
Your eyes widen with realizationâ you are not leaving this office with what you came for. Your heart pounds and your palms sweat. âTh-that canât happen, doctor. I need my suppressants. My job- I canât be out that long a-and Geto canât either, weââÂ
âWe will go home,â Geto interrupts, and his tone is final. âThank you, doctor, for the advice.âÂ
Geto pulls you to your feet, gently but firmly. He leaves no question about the fact that youâre leaving. You can feel the intensity radiating off him in waves. You ignore it. You turn to your new doctor, silently smiting him. Why did your old one have to retire?
âDoctor, you donât understââÂ
âThank you again,â Geto interrupts.
Before you can make another sound, another protest, Geto pulls you through the door, out of the office, and back to the car. He opens the door for you, as he always does, except this time youâre not so eager to accept his chivalry.Â
âSuguru,â you bite out. His eyes meet yours, but they are surprisingly gentle. So calm. How is he always calm?Â
âJust get in, baby. Weâll talk about it in the car.â
You debate saying no, but you canât bring yourself to start a fight when heâs being so good. You grumble when you climb in, buckling your seatbelt before Geto can do it for you.
The engine revs to life, but you hardly notice. Youâre already scrolling your phone, the search bar reading a simple and straightforward âdoctors offices near meâ. You scroll right past the first ten, for once in your life wanting a doctor thatâs a little sketchy. You scroll furtherâ still not sketchy enough. Someone whoâll give you the prescription you need, even if itâs not necessarily⌠ethical. Or maybe you could get some on the street? Surely there was some kind of dealing ring for that. There was a dealing ring for everything, right?
âWhat are you doing?â His voice is soft, but his fingers are tight around the steering wheel, skin stretched tight across his knuckles.
You lift your phone to your ear, dialing the first office that looked relatively shitty enough. âGetting a second opinion,â you answer.Â
Suguru plucks the phone so swiftly from your fingers that you hardly even notice itâs gone. You see him end the call and slip it into his back pocket, out of your reach.Â
âHey!â You scramble across the center console, hopelessly grabbing at your lost phone, your last hope.Â
Suguru grabs your wrist, restraining you far too easily for your liking. âYouâre not getting it back,â he says. His eyes never leave the road.Â
Your brows pinch and anger boils in your stomach. âThis is not for you to decide. Itâs my body.â
He glances at you, unconcerned. Still calm. âAnd youâre not in a headspace to be making a responsible decision about it, so Iâm making it for you.â
Your jaw drops and you pry your wrist free of his grasp. You escape, but you know itâs only because he allows it. âI am of perfectly sound mind, thank you.âÂ
He shakes his head and sighs. âYouâre blinded by desperation.âÂ
âItâs still not for you to decide!â When you donât notice any change in his expression, you switch tacticsâ from anger to honesty. You let your face fall, let your true feelings creep through. âYou know how much I hate it, Su.âÂ
Finally, he cracks. Itâs instantaneous, the way he melts for you- the way the soft smile finds his lips and his hand finds yours, twining your fingers together. âI know, but you have to, baby. You heard the doctor.âÂ
You clench your jaw and avoid the sting of tears behind your eyes. You had heard the doctor, but you werenât ready. Maybe next month, when youâd had more time to mentally prepare.Â
Your skin crawled. You hated it, hated this. You hadnât had a heat in years, avoiding them like the plague. You hated how vulnerable they made you, how they put you at the mercy of another. It wasnât that you didnât trust Suguruâ you did. You trusted him more than anyone, anything, but you still hated the feeling of being so completely helpless, so completely out of control, even if it was Suguru you were submitting to.Â
For most of your life, youâd successfully hidden your omega status. With the help of suppressants, youâd passed as a beta until your early twenties. Then you met Geto.Â
Youâd met at work. He was cute, beautiful even, youâd thought, but he screamed alphaâ and alphas could be dangerous, especially for hiding, unclaimed omegas like you. Youâd stayed away as long as you could and, for a while, you were quite successful. You avoided him in the halls, sat at the opposite end of the table in meetings, replied to emails succinctly but politely. All was well until youâd been trapped in an elevator with him one morning, biting your lip anxiously as you waited to reach the twelfth floor. Heâd smelled so good that day, perhaps due to an oncoming rut. You hadnât been able to resist inching closer, taking deeper breaths. Suguru would later tell you that heâd suspected your hidden status, but he had no reason to question you. At least, not until he had you up against the elevator wall with his face buried in your neck. One deep whiff was all heâd needed to know exactly what you were, even with suppressants in your system.
Youâd dated for a little over a year, until youâd decided he was the one. Your fingers dust over the mate mark on your throat, the one that had not only made you undoubtedly Suguruâs, but also the one that had revealed to the world exactly what you were. There was no hiding your true identity with an alphaâs scarred mark on your neck.Â
Suguru had never seen you through a heatâ no one had. Youâd taken your suppressants daily, ever since you met him and even long before that. Heâd claimed you on a day like any other, no heat necessary. He hadnât had a rut in all these years, either. When he felt one coming on all he had to do was pop a single pill and all was wellâ apparently with none of the nasty side effects that came along with your suppressants. Another unfair privilege of being an alpha you supposed.Â
âSugu, I canât do this.â Your lip is raw from how much youâve been chewing on it by the time you reach home.Â
Suguru softly shuts the door behind you, lifting your twined hands to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles.Â
âYes you can. I know you can.âÂ
You shake your head. He doesnât understandâ doesnât know what this will do to you, how it will break you. While you hadnât had a heat in years, you had experienced them before. You loathed them more than anything, loathed the way your mind was a slave to your body and not the other way around, loathed the way your whole body pulsed and throbbed, loathed the way it made you feel so⌠weak. âI canât. Itâs-itâs-â Your hands come up to cover your face. You sigh and feel the blush crawling beneath your cheeks. âItâs embarrassing. Humiliating.âÂ
Thereâs silence for a moment, and then a soft sight. Suguru pries your hands from your face gently. When you meet his eyes, heâs all business.
âThereâs nothing to be embarrassed about, baby.âÂ
You shake your head and pull away, pacing. âI donât want anyone to see me like that, Sugu. Not even you.âÂ
Strong hands catch your waist, holding you still. âItâs not a question. Itâs happeningâ for the sake of your health.âÂ
You scoff and shake your head. âItâs notââÂ
His thumb presses to your lips with just enough pressure to demand silence. The omega in you coos to listen, to submitâ the other part of you reels with annoyance.
âEnd of discussion.âÂ
Heâs closer now and you can feel waves of his breath skating across your skin. Itâs like a drug, one that the primal side of you can never get enough of. Give in, give in, give in, your omega begs. Listen to your alpha⌠You try not to focus on the fact that he smells good enough to eat. You know what heâs doingâ using his dynamic to persuade you, to make you see his way, playing to the omega you can usually hide so carefully.
âSuguâŚâ you say. You intend to be angry but you trail off when his eyes catch yours.Â
âI got you, baby.â
Your heart melts at the words. He waits. Maybe he knows that the smell of his skin on yours is playing tricks on your mind. You wage a battle within. Every instinct urges you to agree and with every passing second it becomes harder to disagree. Perhaps heâs right, perhaps it's time you give in for once. Let him take care of you, your omega purrs. Youâre nodding before you realize what youâve done.
Suguru kisses you quickly, allowing no time for takebacks. When he pulls away he gets to work. He whips his phone from his pocket and you listen to him talking to his boss, your boss, saying that youâll both be out of work for a week on âfamilyâ leave. Your face heats when you realize that your boss now knows exactly what you two are going to be doing for the foreseeable future. Suguru kisses you one last time before heâs out the door, off to get enough food and supplies to last a week. You wonât be leaving your apartment for some time. You don't fail to notice that he doesnât return your phone before heâs gone.
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You donât notice a difference, even after the sun is gone. Itâs not surprising, considering you usually take your suppressants at nightâ itâll take a little while longer for them to fully exit your system⌠you hope. When youâre brushing your teeth you stare at the empty prescription bottle longingly.Â
You join Suguru in bed. The moment you crawl onto the mattress he pulls you closer into his bare chest. You savor the way your bodies fit so perfectly- like he was meant for you and you alone. His front curls around your back, a leg slotted between your thighs.Â
âFeel anything?â he asks.Â
You shake your head to hide your swallow. You almost shiver when Suguru buries himself in your neck, inhaling your scent. You feel him harden against your backside. He must be able to smell your approaching heat even before you can. Part of you expects instinct to take hold of him, for him to make a move, but he only presses a kiss to your jaw and holds you tighter.Â
âSleep, baby.âÂ
For once, you follow orders without a fight.
â
Hot. Too hot.Â
When your eyes flutter open, you feel the pounding of your heart, the labor of your breath, and the growing ache between your legs.Â
You sit up so fast you see stars, panic flooding your veins. No, no, no, no, no. This was wrong, youâd made the wrong choice. You couldnât do this. Already, you could feel control slipping from your grasp, your consciousness giving way to something more primal, more feral. You scramble, preparing to stand, to find your phone, to lock yourself away and suffer through this on your own.
âDeep breaths, baby.âÂ
Only then do you realize Suguru is already awake. Heâs behind you, hands on your shoulders, both a comfort and a restraint.Â
âCanât-â Your breaths are ragged and so are your words. âCanât do this, Sugu-âÂ
âYes, you can.â He whispers. He pulls you closer, tighter against him. âYou will.âÂ
You shake your head frantically, tears pooling on your lashes. When you turn, Suguru is staring at your neck, at the mate mark on your throbbing pulse. His jaw is clenched when his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Heâs restraining himself, you realize. A glance down reveals heâs already painfully hard in his pants. You wonder how long heâs been sitting there, taking in your scent, waiting for you to wake. No doubt his rut has already been triggered.
His eyes raise to yours and he pauses at the tears that leak down your cheeks. He leans closer, and the scent emanating from his neck makes you groan against your will. His kisses away the tears. Slowly, one at a time.Â
âIâve got you, baby,â he whispers. âIâve got you.âÂ
Your body pulls him closer, even as your mind pushes back. âMy phone, Sugu,â you panic. âGotta gimme my phone. C-call a new doctor.âÂ
He shakes his head and when you start to squirm he only holds you tighter, holds you in place.Â
âNo, baby.âÂ
You whimper, seeking the scent gland on his neck against your will. The smell makes your clit throb almost painfully.Â
âSugu, please,â you cry. Tears stream from your eyes, staining your loverâs skin.Â
ââS gonna be okay. Just let it happen. Donât fight it, love.âÂ
With each passing moment, you feel your fight slipping further and further away. Suguru rubs at the muscles in your back until youâre slumped against him, pitifully moaning like a wounded animal. Itâs not long before your body takes the reins, until you start desperately humping at his thigh, your clit throbbing almost painfully.Â
âThatâs it. Good girl.âÂ
Your eyes roll back at the praise and when Suguru grips your waist you cry out at the touch. Everywhere his skin meets yours feels electric. Youâre burning, burning, burning. Itâs not until Suguru lays you down on your back that you see the sopping patch of slick youâve left on his thigh. You whimper at the sight.Â
ââS okay, baby. âVe got you.â
Suguru is looking nearly as lost to the lust as you are. Only his willpower and intent keep him from shredding away your panties and breeding your cunt full that very second. Heâs never been in the presence of a scent so intoxicating. Heâs never been with you, or any omega, through a heat. He thought you smelled amazing before, but now⌠He is lost to you, lost to the heat he feels emanating from every inch of your skin, to the honeyed scent pouring from your neck, to the slick he sees staining through your panties. His dick twitches in his pants.Â
âLove you so much, baby. Gonna take such good care of ya,â he whispers. Instinct drives him forward until heâs plastered his lips to your jaw, licking and biting at the skin. You nearly scream at the sensation. You feel his touch everywhere, all at once. With your last coherent thoughts you know that this heat will be unlike any other youâve ever experienced. Itâs already so intense you can hardly think, and youâve only just begun.
âSugu,â you plead.Â
The sound of his name on your lips breaks him. His hand dips across your stomach, thumbing past the edge of your panties until heâs running his finger through your slit, gathering your slick and rubbing it against your clit.Â
You scream and thrash, so sensitive it nearly hurts, but he only moves to pin you beneath him, forcing you to take everything he gives.Â
âGonna make you feel âs good, baby.â he hums. Heâs lost to you, to your desires, to your needs. Every piece of him screams to please you, to take care of you, in every way possible.
He continues his messy circles on your clit and until youâre gasping, hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.Â
âS-SuguâŚâ you whine.
The growl that rips from his throat has you arching your back and bearing your throat in an act of submission. You hear a tear and watch your panties hit the floor. Your shirt follows and then youâre completely bare beneath your alpha. His eyes go black at the sight, pupils blown so wide you can hardly see a smidgen of their usual brown. Thereâs a deep rumble in his chest that has you keening and reaching for him, needing him. He doesnât waste time. His tongue finds your neck, laving sloppily at your scent gland and the sensation is so delicious that you writhe beneath him.Â
His fingers slide down your stomach, dipping between your thighs and rubbing at your clit. The touch is somehow gentle despite the complete and total hunger in his eyes, but it has you whining nonetheless. Every place he touches you, which is nearly everywhere, stings so delightfully that your eyes are already rolling back.
But you canât wait. You canât. Your body is starved, rabid, and you know what you need.
âSsssugu⌠pleaseâŚâ your words are hardly above a whisper, barely a breath, but your alpha still hears you, still knows what you want, what you need.Â
âI got you, baby⌠shhhhhâŚâ He gives a final lick to your scent gland before heâs leaning back on his knees, parting your thighs wide, exposing your leaking cunt. You can feel a puddle of slick beneath your ass, your hole clenching desperately around nothing, aching to be filled.Â
Warm hands slide up your skin and settle on your hips, tugging you a little further down the bed. You whimper, but donât have time to say anything before you feel him slipping through your folds. A glance down reveals his weeping tip, achingly flushed, bumping and rubbing against your clit. When did his pants come off? You donât know, you donât care, all that matters is that the sight steals your breath away.Â
âGonna knot you good, princess.âÂ
You nod, wanting nothing more than for him to make good on his promise. You claw and grip at his arms, chanting his name endlessly. His chest rumbles again and your thighs part further on instinct. Finally, he gives you what you want. You feel him pressing in, fat tip stretching you wide. One of his hands moves to press down on your tummy and the combination has tears pooling in your eyes.Â
He slides in slowly. With every inch you think he must be done, that you canât take any more. But you can, and you do. When heâs finally fully in your jaw is hanging open in ecstasy and your eyes are rolled back in your skull. His fingers brush your clit and your hips jerk.Â
âThatâs it. So good, baby. So fucking good.âÂ
Your tears flood over, racing down your cheeks. Heâs over you again, loose strands of black hair brushing your skin and forcing a whimper from your throat. He licks away your tears, lapping at your cheeks like youâre a fucking lollipop. His hips start thrusting in time with his licks, and itâs more than you can handle. Your thighs tremble and suddenly youâre begging. Pleading, whining, screaming for more. He gives it to you. One hand finds yours, twining your fingers together as he pounds into you so hard heâs rattling your skull. Heâs licking at your scent gland again, driving you further and further toward a cliff youâre afraid to fall from. You think this orgasm might shatter you, might break you so thoroughly youâll never be put back together again. You can feel it tightening at your core with each thrust, each lick, each kiss.Â
âFuck,â you hear him growl and whimper at the sound of his voice so close to your ear. ââM gonna bite you, princess. Gonna mark you up and knot you so good youâll see fucking stars.â You pant beneath him, unable to word how excited you are by his words, how deliciously they roll across your skin and seep into your spine. âTell me you didnât take your pill, baby. Tell me I can breed this pussy full and it wonât go to waste.â Heâs not talking about your suppressants you know, but rather the contraceptives you take in tandem with them. Of course you took it, but suddenly something makes you wish you hadn't. ââM gonna flush âem down the fucking toilet. Never letting you take that shit again.â
The primal part of you surges forward at the idea. It chants deep in your mind. Yes, yes, yesâŚ
âSuguuu⌠pleaseâŚâ It seems like those are the only words your tongue can form.
His lips press to yours, shushing you. âShhh, baby. Donâ worry. I got you.â He licks across your cheek and down across your jaw until he finds your scent gland again. His thrusts pick up again and you think you might pass out from how good you feel, from how tight your muscles are coiling. You can feel his knot pulsing inside you, preparing to fill you to the brim. Youâve never felt more ready for anything.Â
âSuguââÂ
And itâs at that moment that he makes good on his promise. His teeth sink into your neck and you feel your bond snap taut like a string, pulsing with the closeness of your connection. Itâs pure ecstasy. Suguruâs knot swells, notching tightly inside you and when you feel his cum pulsing into your womb itâs all too much. You think you must be screaming from the pleasure but you only hear the ringing in your ears as your orgasm washes over you. Your muscles clench, your toes curl, your back arches, you see those stars Suguru promised. Heat tingles through your limbs and down your spine and you think youâve probably just melted into the mattress. But you havenât, and when your vision returns, youâre panting and staring at the ceiling.Â
Suguru is above you and you can feel him still cumming, still releasing rope after rope of thick, hot cum into you. The sensation makes you groan and he laps at your neck, cleaning up the blood from the new mark heâs just given you. Your consciousness trickles back in, the primal piece of you partially sated for the time being. You remember the context of your situation, why youâre here and not at work, what youâre doing. Youâre puzzled by why youâd been so panicked by the idea of a heat before. How could you have been so reluctant, so scared, when nothing has ever felt this right?
Suguru is peppering you with kisses now, pulling you tight to his chest and rolling you both onto your sides where youâll stay until his knot softens.Â
âSleep, princess,â he says and he uses that tone that always compels you to listen, to please. You happily do as he says and when your eyes drift shut itâs not long before youâre lost to a world of comfortable darkness.Â
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You wake to the throbbing again. All of the pent up need Suguru had sated has returned with a vengeance. You need him again, but it appears he already knows that.Â
You feel him between your legs, his hair fully loose now and tickling the insides of your thighs. Heâs eating you out, slurping up the cum thatâs leaking down your thighs and spitting it back onto your cunt. Itâs filthy, disgusting, and you love it.
âSuguââ you gasp and your hips buck. His eyes lock with yours and the smile he gives you nearly makes you come on the spot. He holds your gaze as he licks one last long stripe over your folds. You whimper and clench around nothing. Empty, empty, emptyâŚ
âSorry, baby,â he whispers against your skin. Heâs kissing his way up your body now, leaving little circles of spit that cool when they touch the air and make you shiver. ââY smelled so goodâŚâÂ
You whine and whimper, clawing at his back and leaving scratches you think might draw blood. Youâre too worried about getting him inside of you to check.
Youâre gasping like youâve never had a breath of air in your life, like youâve drowned and every touch he gives you fills your lungs with much-needed oxygen. His hands rub gently at your waist, but itâs not enough. You want him to wreck you, ruin you. You say as much.Â
âM-moreâŚâ you beg and when he hums against your neck you squirm desperately. Warm hands dig into your flesh and suddenly you find yourself flipped onto your stomach. You feel Suguru behind you, pushing your thighs apart with his knees. His hands find your hips again and lift, propping you up with your face still pressed to the pillows. When you whimper he runs a soothing hand up and down your spine.Â
ââS okay, baby. Relax. Lemme take care âve you.âÂ
Yes, yes, yes, you think. You donât think youâve ever wanted anything more. His fingers dig into your skin, holding you still when he feeds his dick into you, one inch at a time. You cry out, tearing at the sheets and begging for more, even when you already feel like youâre splitting in half. When heâs finally seated inside you he drapes himself over your back, brushing your hair over one shoulder to expose your neck. He leans in to lick you again, thrusting sharply the moment his tongue brushes your skin. You wail, pressing your face to the sheets and attempting to rock yourself back against him. One of his hands smooths over the flesh of your ass as he sets a pace, one that makes you bite down on a pillow to muffle your screams.Â
âNo.â Suguru uses that tone that makes you listen, that one that calls instinctively to the omega inside you, that urges you to please. He reaches for your pillow, tossing it aside and letting his hand curl around your throat as he continues to fuck you, letting his fingers feel the vibrations of every noise you make. âLet me hear you, baby. Always let me hear you.âÂ
You nod, eager to make him happy, eager to do as he says. You donât dare restrain a single sound, eyes rolling back. The angle he has you at has your thighs trembling. Heâs so deep, so close. You feel his heartbeat against your back, feel his tongue on your skin, his hand on your throat, his cock at your cervix.
When he groans, you groan with him, feeling his dick pulse inside you, his knot beginning to swell. You need it, need it so bad you can hardly stand it.Â
âP-please, please, pleaseââ
He swells inside you, locking your bodies together as his orgasm hits. Itâs all you need to find your own. You wail into the mattress, cunt clenching and legs trembling until you collapse, flattening against the beg. Suguru follows you down, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering in your ear.
âTake it all, baby. Good girl. Take it allâŚâÂ
You nod, not even sure what youâre agreeing to. All you can feel is his cum flooding your insides, pulsing and pumping so deep into you that you swear your tummy is swelling with the sheer amount of it. Still, your body wants more, clenching and milking him for every last drop, just like he asked.
When you both come down from your orgasms he pulls you into his chest once again, whispering promises of protection and love that lull you into a trance-like state of happiness. When you fall asleep again, heâs chanting a word that your omega repeats right back to him. âMine, mine, mine.â
When you wake again itâs to the sound of Geto staying true to his word and flushing every last birth control pill you have straight down the toilet. Your omega surges at the idea, but one mewl from you and heâs back in your arms, like youâre somehow the one in charge, not him. With every passing moment, you being to think that might be true- that perhaps a heat does not makes you as weak as you thought. Your alpha submits as much to you as you submit to him.
The week is spent in a frenzy. You do not measure by the numbers on the clock or where the sun is in the sky, rather you know time only as how long itâs been since Suguruâs been locked inside you. If it were up to you, youâd never stop, but Geto forces you to sleep, to eat, to bathe. Of course, heâs never far away when youâre following his instructions and you usually get a kiss and his knot as a reward for being such a good girl.Â
Itâs ten days later when your heat finally starts to wane. It feels as though every inch of you is covered in him. Bites, hickies, kisses, cum⌠no part of you has been left untouched. Suguru has had you everywhere. The bed, the shower, the bath, the kitchen. Every surface in the whole apartment reeks of sex and slick. He never keeps you too far from the bedroom, though, where youâve piled up mountains of his shirts and sheets. Anything that smells like him, anything that can keep you tethered in those brief moments when Suguru goes to fetch you food or water or run you a bath. He takes care of you, just like he promised.Â
When you wake completely clear-headed for the first time in well over a week, itâs to Suguruâs arms and lips. Heâs got you all wrapped up in him, his arms locked around your waist almost like he expects you to bolt. You almost do when everything comes flooding back to you, this time with a completely clear conscience. But then he kisses your neck and whispers a delightful little, âwelcome back, babyâ against your neck and suddenly youâre realizing how⌠revitalized you feel, like a part of you has finally been properly satisfied after years of waiting. Youâd always hated this, always hated the part of you that begged and cowered, hated heats- but maybe with Suguru⌠they really werenât all that bad.
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want me to give you another one? ŕšŕŁ ââ
âžââ§âş...ft : gojo satoru + geto suguru + fushiguro toji + ryomen sukuna
âžââ§âş...cw : breeding kink, praise kink, spit kink, reader gets called 'mommy', dirty talk, teasing, overstimulation, satoru goes insane from pussy, suguru wants a girl this time, toji being in love with his wife, sukuna doesn't like when people insult his soon-to-be-wife, sukuna is dating single mom!reader
âžââ§âş...a/n : i really wanted to do the 'our baby is so cute, i want another one' 'yeah? you want me to give you another baby?' trope so here we are â¤ď¸ i couldn't think if i wanted to do others but if you'd like more please let me know ! â¤ď¸ also, the toji one ? is actually a sneak peek of a longer fic i'm working on ehehe
⧠g. satoru : it starts off with you nuzzling in satoru's arms as he watches tv. satoru notices that you began to get clingier after you put your baby girl to bed. every night, you would press against him as if you wanted to merge with him and he couldn't help but tease you about it. so when he feels you nipping his neck and your hand running under his shirt? when he hears you oh-so sweetly whisper, "don't you want to give me another baby, satoru?" into his ear? he's eagerly nodding, ready to do whatever the mother of his first baby wants. but instead of letting him on top...you climb over him and that look in your eye tells him everything he needs to know : he's fucked.
"baby, baby, baby, please," satoru whines, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. he feels like he has no control of his hips, he's so sensitive, but he can't stop fucking up into you. not when you're like this, practically buzzing with need and crazed energy. "c'mon, s'toruuuu," you purr, hands splayed out on his chest. "cum f' me again? please, honey, you only came once, 's not enough." the room is hot, both of you covered in a sheen of sweat. how long have you both been going? he didn't remember, he lost count of how many times his hips desperately pressed up, shooting his hot load into your wet, needy pussy. but you just wouldn't stop. not that he minded, but fuck, you were making him so brainless. he can feel his thick cum gushing out of you each time you lift your hips, dripping down his cock and balls, onto the mattress. "h-hah, it's so fucking messy," he groans, unable to stop himself from cumming again. "f-fuck me, baby, t-there's so much cum, y'r pussy is so fuckin' sloppy." you just won't stop milking him, your soft and wet walls massaging him as you moan just from the feeling of being filled up again. god, you were making him insane, what got into youâ his eyes snapped up to you when he felt the wet drop of one of your tears on his chest. those pretty lashes of yours were getting wet with tears as he felt your thighs starting to shake, a weak moan leaving you. "c-can't," comes a pathetic sob, your hips desperately grinding down on his cock, moaning when you feel it throb. "c-can't stop, 'toru, 's not enough, i need it, n-need it so bad!" when you finally look at him and make eye contact, he feels like he's been shocked because you look a mess... "give me another baby, 'toru, i want another one, gimme another one, pleaseâ!" with no hesitation, his feet are planted into the mattress and his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he pounds into your dripping cunt, feeling himself cum just from the wail you let out into his ear. but he doesn't stop, he can't stop, not when his wife, his honey, his baby needs him to knock her up again so badly. "'m gonna give you whatever you want," he pants, his skin feeling like he was touching a live wire. "give it t'you 'til 'm empty, baby, gonna fuck you good, make sure it sticks, just like you, f-fuck, like y'want, yeah?" he feels you nod frantically against him, unable to speak from the way his cock drilled up into your pussy, tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. "y-yeah, you want that, you fuckin' want that, s-s'just take it, baby, let me give you another fuckin' baby."
⧠g. suguru : your son had just turned one so you and suguru let his nieces, nanako and mimiko, come over to have a little celebration. seeing the way you cared for the twins and your baby boy the entire day made him think. his son was still a baby and had a lot of growing, but he knew the kid would look just like him with a few of your features. he's always wanted a girl, and helping his sister take care of the twins as they grew up only made the desire stronger. the two of you mentioned having another baby at some point, but the rest of the week, all he could think about was trying to get you pregnant again, maybe give you a girl this time...who knows, maybe he could fuck you so good you'd have twins.
"aww...i know, i know," suguru coos, his hand pressing into your tummy. that condescending smile on his face just makes you melt under him. he's slow and methodical with how he fucks you, like he wants you to remember every vein of his cock, how it curves up just perfectly that it nudges that spot where his hand is pressing down and makes you keen. his smile morphs into a knowing smirk, his free hand rubbing your thigh. "you're such a pretty mommy, princess. do you know that?" suguru's so sweet, he's so soft, he's treating you like your the most fragile thing on the planet. he sooo slowly grinds himself into you, his hand giving another little push down on your tummy. he's so sweet to you, such a loving husband... but you know. you can see it in his eyes, the hunger and deviance swirling around in those purple irises. he's getting you soft and pliant, melting into the bed as he praises you where he knows your weak. "taking such good care of my baby, aren't you? ," he praises. his hand is so warm as he starts to rub up and down your stomach. "such a shame the geto genes are so strong in the men. however." your breath hitches when he pulls all the way out before shoving his cock all the way in down to the base. you can't help the soft moan of his name, watching him lean down closer so that he's right over you. "the girls in my family always look like their mommy. what do you think, pretty girl? d'you wanna try? want to see if i can give you a girl?" as soon as you nod, suguru fully leans over you, using his arms to hold himself over you and he really starts to fuck you. he's merciless, managing to keep that stupid fucking smile on his face as his balls slap against your ass. "she'll be so pretty, just like her mommy, so so so fucking pretty," he coos as if he isn't making tears drip down your face. he loves seeing his baby like this, so sweet and pretty for him. "okay, angel. 'm gonna give you another one, gonna flood this cunt alllll dayyy longgg."
⧠f. toji : toji never thought heâd get off on the idea of having another kid with you. yet here he is, dick hard in his sweatpants as he thinks about you carrying his baby again...how you'd start to fill out all over again, that cute chubbiness coming back, how he'd have an excuse to dote on you whenever you complained about the simplest of things. but god, did he find it attractive just seeing you be a mom to the kid he gave you. so when megumi tells you both what he wants for his birthday...âi want a baby sister,â he states bluntly. âbut, i donât want her to look like daddy. heâs ugly, i want her to look like mommy.â little brat. toji doesn't hesitate to let megumi have a sleepover with yuuji the next day, dragging you into the bedroom as soon as he gets back home.
âyou want to give the kid a sibling, hm," he hums against your mouth, teeth tugging on your lower lip. you feel how hot the tip of his cock is as he rubs circles into your clit with it, smearing his precum all over you. "wanna have another kid with big, bad toji? tsk, poor cunt missed gettin' stuffed full of cum?" you just hummed, a little breathless. your hand came up to cup his cheek, looking from his lips back up to his eyes. âmm, honey, you've gotta stop asking questions you know the answer to,â you cooed, guiding him down closer so you could press a kiss against the scar on his lip. âdonât you want me to make you a daddy again, toji? c'mon, knock me up, big guy.â after those words left your pretty little mouth, toji let out a laugh of disbelief, his mind instantly realizing that you, being a little minx, were 100% going to give him the worst breeding kink ever. he was going to give you what you wanted, what you both wanted. he was going to fuck you, fill you up with all his cum, and whatever leaked out? heâd make sure to push it back in, whether with his fingers, mouth, or tip of his dick. toji easily flips you over onto all fours and lines himself up with your slit. when he finally pushes into you, he just lets out the most wrecked groan youâve heard from him yet. god, just the thought of fucking you not just to feel good, but to fill you up, get you to take his seed deep inside to give him another kid? it messed with his head. you were almost too good to be true. each thrust he gave had you seeing stars, the thickness of his cock hitting every deep part of you. it was almost too much, but you didnât want him to stop, especially not when toji started running his mouth. âshit, look at you, babyâŚtakinâ it like a champ. c'mon, throw that ass back on me, mama, thaaaatâs it, good girl.â the sweet moans and adorable words of âgimme more,â âbaby, please,â or âsâ too good, toj,ââ only pushed him to get even deeper, to get you to cum so he could stuff you full. he coos when he sees you beginning to jolt up further on the bed, away from his relentless fucking. that's he knows that he found that sweet spot that would have you creaming in minutes. "tsk, you just never fuckin' learn, huh? 's always gonna be too much for you, isn't it," he huffs as his hand finds its way into your hair, tugging your head back to keep you from moving more. âhey. hey, nonono, donât run away from it, lemme have it. you wanted this, you wanted your precious husband to fuck another baby into you, t'give 'gumi a little sister, sâ iâm gonna give it to you.â
⧠r. sukuna : it honestly is his fault this happened, he's being snappy with one of the parents at the birthday party of your son's friend. sukuna knew better, he should've just ignored the bitch, but the comments she's making gets under his skin. "she hasn't given you kids of your own yet? that's too bad, i would've let you do that as soon as you proposed," she tries to flirt, batting her lashes at him. it just makes him sick. did this fucker not see the way sukuna looks at you? "oh, you probably don't know if she's the one you want to mother your kids, right," the woman next to him says, putting her fucking hand on his arm and he shoots her the meanest glare. "not everyone is mother material, but i-" "hey, we're leaving," he interrupts when you walk up to him, slapping the woman's hand off him as he gently wraps his arm around your waist. "i texted yuuji, that's why he's watching our kid for the rest of the day. c'mon."
sukuna is devouring you, his mouth unforgiving as he runs his tongue up and down your pussy. he's pissed, the way his tongue laps angrily at your folds as if your pussy is the reason he's upset. "fuckin' bitch," he snarls, spitting onto your clit before sucking on it. "thinks she can talk to my wife like that." you shakily gasp when he finally, finally looks at you, the sharp anger in his eyes making you shiver. you can tell he's not upset at you, but seeing him so riled up and knowing that he's using you to get it out of his system does something to you. "you know your mine right? that you're stuck with me 'til the day we die," he asks you, his thumb replacing his mouth as he rubs firm circles into your clit. "i'm your husband. you're my wife. you are fucking mine." he's about to say something else, but he stops, letting out a heavy sigh, subtly shaking his head. you catch it though, you always do. "suku, what's wrong," you shakily ask. "y-you can...can tell me, baby, what's wrong? did something ha-" "let me get you pregnant," he says, his voice low but desperate. he's moved from between your legs to over you, and you can see he's so hard, the tip of his cock an angry reddish-purple. "don't you want to give our son a sibling?" your eyes widen, not expecting him to ask that. having a kid with him...honestly didn't sound that bad. and the way he called your son 'our'...it makes your heart flutter, and you can't help but give him a sweet smile and nod. "okay, 'kuna, we can start trying if you are sure. i'm still on birth control, butâsukunaaa!" he doesn't give it another thought, sliding all the way into you until his hips are flush against yours. he feels the way your arms wrap around him and scratch at his back, and as good as it feels, sukuna needs you to give him complete control. pulling your arms off him, he laces his fingers with yours and presses your hands into the mattress before rutting into you, the slap of hips against yours almost angry. "don' care about the birth control," you hear him growl, his eyes burning into yours. "'m gonna fuck you so fuckin' full of my cum that it bypasses it. it's got no fuckin' chance with how many times i'm gonna breed this cunt." the way he's talking to you, it makes your head spin and you know he feels how you clench down on him with the way he groans. "gonna fuckin' show everyone how good of a mom you are, gonna get you all swollen 'n' round with my kids," sukuna groans, feeling his tip kiss your cervix with each snap of his hips. you can't help but look at him with those big eyes, disbelief and infatuation swirling in them. he likes this look on you, you just look so fucking in love with him, and it's all for him, just for him, no one else, just fucking him. "yeah? y'like that? that i'm gonna have a lil' family with my wife? give you as many kids as you want, 'n' all y'gotta do is take my fat cock as i breed you 'til it takes."
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"helloooo lyla!! ive been reading your fics for a long time and I love them sooo much your such a great writer!
I was wondering if I could request jeonghan saying âmarry meâ in the middle of a rough sex?? ive been thinking about it for ages omgđđ (if your comfortable Iâm not forcing!! <3)â
jeonghan saying âmarry meâ in the middle of a rough sex
warnings: smut, penetrative sex, cockriding, crying, needy moans
it wasnât like you ever imagined that jeonghan, of all people, would let that slip. not when heâs got you riding him like youâre racing to some invisible finish line, his hands gripping your hips so tight itâs like heâs afraid youâll disappear. you barely register the words at first, too caught up in the rhythm, in the filthy sounds coming out of both of your mouths, but then it hits youâ
âmarry me,â he breathes out, like a fucking confession, strangled and wrecked.
you freeze, body tensing. âwait, what?â
the room goes dead silent. the only sound left is your labored breathing. and his. and the stupid creaking bed under you both. you choke on your own spit, damn near swallow your tongue trying to process it, and jeonghanâs eyes are wide now, just as shocked as you. his face is this violent shade of red, cheeks flaming, and you swear you can hear his brain short-circuiting.
âiââ he stammers, looking away like thatâll save him from the mess he just made. âshit. i umâfuck.â
your brainâs doing cartwheels trying to catch up, but it doesnât take long for the absurdity to hit you. you start laughing, like actual laughing, trying to hold it in but completely failing. you double over, one hand resting on his chest as he groans, embarrassment swallowing him whole.
âwhat the fuck did you just say?â you tease. âriding you so good you gotta wife me up, huh?â
âoh, shut up,â he groans, slapping your back in retaliation, though itâs more out of embarrassment than anything. his face is still red as hell, lips pressed together like heâs praying the earthâll open up and swallow him whole. but the way heâs looking at you... that little crack in his usual cocky, rough persona has your heart doing this weird, fluttery thing in your chest.
ânah, nah, hold on,â you mock, starting to move your hips again, slow and teasing, feeling the way he twitches underneath you. âyou really justâfuckâasked me to marry you?â
his hands snap back to your waist, that grip turning punishing. âi swear to god, donât start.â
âwhy not?â you grin, feeling bold. âyou mean it, hannie?â
âyou want me to stop?â he asks, threatening, but you can hear the edge of it, the desperation heâs not quite able to mask. his hips buck up into you, almost instinctively, and you moan, losing some of your playful edge as your body melts back into his rhythm.
you bite your lip, trying to hold back another laugh. âdidnât say that.â
âgood,â he hisses, grinding up into you harder, making sure you feel him. âthen donât fuckinâ tease me.â
but now, all you can think about is how real it feels, how intense his gaze is, and suddenly, his usual roughness feels... different. more desperate. heâs not just trying to make you moan, not just focused on his own pleasureâheâs unraveling, for you. âyou didnât answer me,â he mutters, words slurring together as you pick up speed again, each bounce making the bedframe shake. his hands are gripping your thighs now, pulling you down harder onto him, like heâs chasing something.
âhuh?â you barely manage, mind spinning, trying to focus on anything besides the overwhelming feeling of him deep inside you.
he bites his lip, eyes glued to where youâre connected, his voice dropping to a low, shaky whisper. âsay yes.â
you blink down at him, heart skipping a beat. heâs serious. fuck.
youâre not even thinking when you say it. âyes. i-i do.â
itâs like a switch flips. he lets out this soundâthis needy, broken moan, and fuck, youâve never heard him sound like that before. he sits up, practically yanking you down to meet his thrusts, arms wrapped tight around your waist, face buried in your neck. the pace is brutal, desperate, and youâre a mess of gasps and moans, every single one drawn out by the intensity of it all.
you donât realize heâs crying until you feel it, those warm tears soaking your skin as he buries his face deeper against your shoulder. heâs shaking, breath hitching, but he doesnât stop moving, doesnât stop giving it to you exactly how you need it.
âfuck, youâre mine,â he whispers, voice wrecked, wet, needy. âall mine.â
you can barely respond, every nerve in your body on fire, but you clutch him tighter, fingers digging into his back, matching his rhythm with everything youâve got. âyours,â you choke out, and thatâs all it takes for him to fall apart completely. heâs holding you so close itâs like heâs afraid youâll slip away, fucking you like heâs staking a claim, making sure you never forget this moment.
and then he cums, hard, dragging you over the edge with him, the two of you tangled in each other, breathless and whiny. jeonghan pulls back just enough to look at you, tears still clinging to his lashes, but heâs smiling nowâthe prettiest smile youâve ever seen.
âmarried to me, hm?â you tease heartily caressing his hair, panting, but your chest is warm, full.
âbaby.â he groans, face contorting ready to cry again, making you chuckle, he pouts, burying his face in your neck again.
but you donât miss the way his arms tighten around you. you donât miss the way he holds you like heâs never letting go.
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Three's a Crowd (But Four...) - G.S.
Synopsis. âSo, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?â âWhy? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?â In which you and your boyfriend find very unconventional uses for his powers.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, foursome (but theyâre all Satoru + you LMFAO), NSFW, unprotected sex, double penetration, spit-roasting, face-sitting, doggy, missionary, anal, pet names (sweetheart, pretty, babe), oral sex (male + female receiving), overstimulation (female), swearing, slight breeding kink, cum (like lots).
Word count. 3.0kÂ
A/N. A lil' sum while I get on with a 10k arranged marriage fic. H O R N Y >>> actual JJK technicalities.Â
Jokes, but idc what that technique was, I took that one chapter and ran with it. Art by @_3aem on X.
Cross-posted on AO3
âThey just nerfed Naruto in Boruto cuz they knew heâd be too DILF-y.â
âAmen.âÂ
Sprawled out on Satoruâs couch, both of you were fixated on the Naruto episode playing on-screen. It wasnât anything new for a Friday night. His soft hairs tickling your chin, and legs dangling off the other end of the couch as he lay atop, cuddling you like a 6â3 housecat.Â
Times like this, itâs easy to forget that your boyfriend constantly bears the burden of being âthe strongestâ. That is- until Satoru, eyes still locked onto the screen, speaks up âI can do that too, yâknow.â
You turn to look at Satoru, âDo what?â
He nods his head towards the screen - now showing young Naruto mastering his iconic technique. âYou could call it Shadow Clone Jutsu.â he hums.
Raising a brow, âSo you could make tens of thousands of Satoru clones? The world may never know rest.â
Eyes brimming with smugness, he grins âSomething like that.â
You cock your head, wanting to know more, âSo, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?â
âWhy? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?â he wiggles his brows in a way that would definitely be creepy if it was anyone but Satoru.
âYou wish.â
Satoru huffs out a laugh, before going back to using your breasts as his personal cushions. âNot quite clones or holograms, theyâre still me. But also not really, yâknow?â he murmurs.
âAhh. No.â
The conversation dwindles into a comfortable silence.
Or so youâd think. But the air was charged with something, and - knowing Satoru - you had an inkling it didnât bode well for you down there.
As quickly as you suspected, he turns the TV off and turns to you with twinkling eyes.
âToru...â you reproach.
He whines dramatically, âCome onnnn. Donât they say the best way to learn is hands-on experience?â
âYou just have ulterior motives, Toru.âÂ
âHell yeah, I do.â he mutters into the valley of your breasts. Satoru peeks at you through his thick lashes, eyes bright with mischief.Â
How could you say no to those eyes? And, well, youâd be lying if you said that the idea of multiple Satorus didnât make your pussy clench in excitement.
Thatâs how you found yourself here.
Shirts thrown across the room and splayed out on Satoruâs overpriced silk bed sheets. You gasp in pleasure as he leaves hot, open-mouthed kisses on your neck.
Wrapping your legs around his waist, he rocks into you, pushing you deeper into the plush bed. Your pussy drips with anticipation as you feel the outline of his rock-hard cock straining against his sweatpants.
Hooking two fingers under your waistband, he swiftly pulls off your panties along with your shorts. âAlready so wet and ready fâmeâŚâ he groans out. Quickly shuffling your bodies around, âCâmon sweetheart.âÂ
Now, Satoru knows he has a pretty face - too well, in fact, he uses it to his advantage to get his way with you too much. And he thinks thereâs nothing that makes his face prettier than you on it.
Itâs why he has you bent over and straddling his head. The tighter you squeeze him, the better.
One arm holds you in place while the other spreads your folds. Satoru teases your entrance with a finger, gathering your wetness before popping it into his mouth. He groans sinfully as he tastes you. âFuck- always so good for me.â
You slowly put your weight onto him, failing against the strong arm that pulls you to sit on him properly.Â
Satoru moans around your cunt as he finally dives nose-deep into it. Languidly, he licks long stripes against your folds, purposefully catching your clit in the process. âHah- Fuck. Toru, more!â
Satisfied with your whines, he finally slides his tongue inside your dripping pussy, fucking you with his mouth till his cock twitches for friction.
You notice, and urgently shuffle his sweatpants down. Satoruâs cock stands achingly hard, precum dripping enticingly along the vein on the side of it. You lean down to kiss the shaft, delighting in his noises that send vibrations down to your clit.Â
As you take his blushing red head into your mouth, Satoru increases his abuse on your cunt.
You arch your back further into his face - moaning around his thick cock. He starts fucking into your mouth steadily, forcing you to take more and more of his length. Drool drips down the corners of your mouth, âMmm Toru- Feels so good.â
If one Satoru makes you feel this goodâŚwhat would two feel like?
As if reading your mind - you wouldnât be surprised if he actually could - Satoru pulls away slightly, ropes of spit still connecting him to you.
âReady, sweetheart?â he murmurs lowly, hot breath making your cunt quiver.
And before you can respond, the hairs on your body raise as the air stills with the crackle of jujutsu. You remove yourself from Satoruâs cock with a wet pop! Looking up to seeâŚthose cerulean eyes.Â
Another set.
âToruâŚâ you drone out, turning behind to glare at Satoru - who was now placing innocent kisses to your dripping pussy. His eyes peek out with visible amusement, âJusâ say the word and Iâll stop.â
Satoru knew he had you cornered. Heâd fully felt the way your walls clenched around his tongue once you saw the other version of him. This was going to be fun.
Harshly rolling his tongue against your clit, he lightly smacks your ass - signaling you to pay attention to the other Satoru in front of you now.Â
So you do.
It was quite surreal seeing an exact copy of your boyfriend grinning down devilishly at you. He cups the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. âDonât be scared, pretty. Itâs jusâ me.âÂ
At first, you were unsure of what to do, the only thing you know being that - clone or not - this one was just as well-endowed as your boyfriend.
Experimentally, you press soft kisses to his hot tip, relishing in his drawn-out groan. You take him in deeper, tonguing the slit in the way you knew your boyfriend liked. âYeah- Jusâ like that.â
He tightens his grip on your head. Pumping your Satoru with one hand, you use the other to steady yourself as your mouth gets used as the otherâs own personal fucktoy.Â
Shit. This was heaven.
Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you pull away, âHngh- Toru, feels so fucking good.â Mewling at the stimulation on your cunt as well as the depravity of the act, you grind your hips deeper into Satoruâs mouth - searching for your high.Â
Soon, you feel that familiar snap in your stomach. Satoru uses his fingers to spread your lips as you cum all over his tongue. He laps up your juices with lewd squelching sounds as his clone fucks your face deeper. Nose meeting his snowy white pubes and balls hitting your chin, you choke from both the position and Satoruâs relentless tongue.Â
âYeah, cum all over my tongue, sweetheart.â
You ride out your high on Satoruâs pretty face, slick spreading all over his mouth and nose. With a final kiss to your cunt, he shifts your legs and moves to tower over from behind.Â
Removing yourself from the otherâs cock, you look over your shoulder to see your boyfriend sensually pumping himself, readying to enter your eager pussy.
âHey now, eyes on me, pretty.â A long finger moves your chin so that you face the Satoru in front of you. Seems that no matter what, every Satoru was a little possessive over you.
He rubs his dripping tip on your face, smearing his precum as a gloss before fucking into your mouth once more.Â
Almost at the same time, Satoru fully rams his cock inside your pussy without any warning, tip kissing your cervix.
 âShit. Always taking me in so good, sweetheart.â he huffs out as your walls flutter around his length.
You groan loudly around the cock in your mouth, partly from the pain of being unprepared and partly from the pleasure of getting what you wanted the most - both ends filled by your loving boyfriend.
Your eyes were dazed as you stare doe-eyed up at the Satoru that was plunging into your mouth mercilessly - the other fucking your hole at a similar pace. Strangled yelps leave your mouth as his balls sinfully slap against your clit.Â
The room fills with loud, wet noises, and the slapping of skin. Both Satorus hunch over you in pleasure, muscles rippling. Your cunt quivers in an almost-animalistic way at the small grunts falling from their pretty lips.
You whine as he finds that one spot inside you which makes you see stars every time his hips meet yours. One hand - you were too far gone to recognize whose - reaches under you to draw harsh circles on your clit.
Tears spring to your eyes at the sheer overstimulation, and you rock your hips to meet his powerful cadence. One of your hands reaches for the otherâs hip for stability, nose meeting his pelvis nails dragging along the soft skin. He grips your hair tighter, lips bitten and swollen at the stimulation.
From the way your pussy was clenching, you knew it wouldnât be long before you were cumming again.
Now, throughout his life, Satoru has been called crazy many times. Crazy powerful, crazy handsome (in front of the mirror), and just downright mad. But itâs right about now - watching as you choke and cry around his own dick as he plows into you from behind - that he truly thinks he just might actually be a little crazy.
Slowing to shallow rocks, he focuses on his technique.Â
Satoru basks in amusement when your whines of disappointment at his slowing pace die down as you register the tugging and sucking on your nipples from below.
You gasp as you break away from the Satoru in front of you and look down, breath catching in your chest as you realize that your boyfriend has conjured up another clone of himself.Â
He was going to be the death of you.
âPay attention, sweetheart.â you hear from behind you as Satoru starts up his relentless rhythm once more, hand now moving to squeeze and spread your ass.Â
You knew where this was going, and you didnât mind it one bit.
The stretch of your cunt as it adapted to Satoruâs length burned almost as much as your nipples as his clone continued to bite and tease them. âFeels good, babe?â he sighs around your breasts. Yet your whines of pleasure are quickly muffled by the flushed tip kissing your lips once more.Â
âHope you didnât forget about me, pretty.âÂ
âMore- Hngh, Toru!â you whine, not sure which Satoru you were addressing anymore . All three of them speed up their motions, the pleasure from all points pushing you over the edge.
You as you cum fast and hard.Â
But your Satoru(s) donât let you have a momentâs rest as your orgasm is quickly overshadowed by your boyfriendâs hands on your ass. Teasingly drawing circles around the rim. You shiver, hole quivering at the cold feeling of his saliva hitting you.Â
His cock still ramming into your abused cunt, Satoru enters a finger into your ass. Using his spit and your slick from before to stretch you out till heâs satisfied. âFuck- Taking me so good, sweetheart.â he moans out at the sight of you being stretched out from all ends by him and only him.
You continue mewling as the pleasure overtakes you. He was going to ruin you.
Half-delirious from all the stimulation, you barely hear the lowly âReady, babe?â from below you before Satoru pulls out and suddenly youâre flipped. Easily manhandled by your boyfriend, your head lolls against his replicaâs strong shoulder as youâre caressed from three sides once more.
âFeeling alright, sweetheart?â your boyfriend rasps from above. Now hot and bothered once more from how your loving boyfriend was using you like a ragdoll, you gasp out âYeah, Toru. Need you so bad.â
âOh yeah?â he grins, lining himself up with your pulsing pussy. âTell me how badly you want me in all your tight lilâ holes.â
You choke out a sob at the way your Satoru was teasing your folds with his thick cock. âSo bad- Need you so bad Toru. Want you to fill me up everywhere.âÂ
Arching your back, you grind your ass against the furiously hard cock prodding at your asshole. Hearing choked gasps from below you, your pussy clenches in anticipation around nothing. To Satoru, your arousal is almost palpable - as strong as the cursed technique in the air surrounding you two.
And that seems to be what finally makes Satoru snap before he sheathes himself entirely in your dripping cunt. Your strangled moans are cut off by the other Satoru slowly bullying himself into your other hole.
âAh- Ah!â you yelp in both pain and pleasure as youâre stretched to your limits. You feel full. So full. You were going to snap - like a rubber band - and your boyfriend was going to be reveling in his success. The man in question furrows his brows, groaning at the sweet feeling of his pretty lilâ girlfriend being so tight.
A single tear streaming down your face is gently brushed away as a pair of muscular thighs come to rest beside your face. âShhh, pretty. You can take it.â Â
Both of them start moving carefully.
Satoru would never admit it, but feeling his own dick stretch you out twofold has been a little fantasy tucked in a deep, dark corner of his mind ever since he realized the nefarious purposes his technique could be used for.
He could feel his other version pumping into you from behind as he ruts into your cunt mindlessly. The friction mixed with the gummy wetness of your pussy was mind-blowing - fuck, he really should have watched Naruto with you sooner.
Satoru gazes at you through half-lidded eyes as you press kittenish pecks to his cloneâs cock above you. You stare right into your boyfriendâs eyes as you take the length into your mouth once more, inch by inch. Nose meeting his pelvis.
Shit. Satoru feels like he could pass out - whether from seeing the sinful image of all your holes filled by him or from the excessive use of his cursed technique, he doesnât question. Your walls flutter, struggling to take him both.
Fuck, he really feels like heâs gonna explode.
Satoru pulls out fully before harshly thrusting into you once more, keeping up a pace that has his abs burning and you struggling for air. He sees another tear fall delicately down your cheek.
âMy girl takes me so well, huh? Fuck. Made jusâ for me, sweetheart.â
The air was stagnant with the smell of sex and jujutsu.Â
All three Satorus thrust into you fiercely, the bed creaking furiously. Satoru has half a mind to worry about whether it would break down in the middle of all this. How inconvenient that would be, heâs so close.Â
It was animalistic, the way you could just sit there and take it as your boyfriend used you in all sorts of ways you never deemed possible.Â
Youâre pretty sure your body is completely bruised and raw at this point. Eyes fluttering shut, tears cling to your lashes as youâre filled up. Your brain, as well as your holes, were overwhelmed with only Satoru Satoru Satoru. If your mouth wasnât suckling on his length, youâre sure youâd be screaming loud enough for Satoruâs neighborâs to file a noise complaint.
Good. So good.
Feeling that sharp tug on your stomach again, your legs flail as you steadily reach your climax. Held down by three sets of large hands - all caressing you relentlessly in various ways - you finally cum with an exhausted whimper.
Brain foggy and eyes unfocused, you barely feel the twitch of Satoruâs cock.Â
With a throaty moan, all three versions of your boyfriend cum - not one pulling out. Your senses are overtaken as Satoru doesnât relent his pace, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into your abused pussy.
Ah- He felt he was gonna fuck another Gojo into you. Carry on his legacy. Shut those old cows up about a Gojo heir.
Youâd look so round and beautiful with his kids.Â
âOnly I get to cum in this pussy.â he drawls out as he keeps rutting his sensitive cock into you. Low whines get stuck in his throat as he loses himself in the feeling of your tight walls coated in his semen. His other versions were also at their limit, shooting out thick streams of cum to paint your face and ass.Â
You were so beautiful like this. Fucked out and covered in his seed.Â
His and only his.
As you slowly come to your senses, the first thing you feel is wet. Not from your own slick, but from Satoruâs thick cum - it was everywhere, decorating your lips, your tits, all the way down to your holes below.Â
The second thing you feel is raw. You werenât too sure anymore that youâd be able to make it to that family dinner tomorrow, Satoru had absolutely gone all out tonight.Â
Laying there, willing yourself to move, you flinch as something soft and wet touches your legs. âShhhâŚeasy there, sweetheart. Get some rest, Iâll take care of it.â you hear the soothing whisper of your one and only boyfriend.Â
You muster up the strength to look up and see his gentle smile. âRest.â he breathes out as he continues to wipe you down. In the back of your mind you register the distinct lack of the other presences of your boyfriend.
âT-Toru...â you were too fucked up to formulate proper sentences.
âShhh itâs okay.â
At his tender whispers, you easily drift into a fatigued sleep. You dream of shadow clones and blue, blue skies.Â
Waking up after your brief nap, you find yourself dressed and cuddled by Satoru on a fresh set of sheets. âYou okay?â he mutters in-between innocent pecks to your bruised lips.
At your affirmative nod, he probes further âLearn anything about my technique?â
âAbsolutely not.â you sigh, pulling him in closer. As you snuggle into the crook of his neck, you almost miss the devious grin spreading across his face.
âThenâŚwanna try six next time?â
A/N. No Part 2 till I figure out better ways to differentiate these bitches LMAO.
Plagiarism not authorized.
#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo smut#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk smut#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen#jjk fic#jjk#gojo satoru#tonywrites
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Try it, Bite it, Lick it, Spit it
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader
Warnings: Strap-on usage (R receiving), Brief fingering, Degradation, Praise, Use of the word slut, Mirror sex, Hair pulling/gripping, Sex in a public bathroom (gross Natasha đ), Overstimulation (R receiving), Oral (R receiving)
Word Count: 1.1k
Authors Note: Didnât really have much going to this fic, I just wanted to make a fic with this title. (Stream Guess by Charli xcx and Billie Eilish đ)
The loud music that blared through club felt like it shook your core. It was so loud you couldn't even hear your own thoughts, which was a total lie. You just couldn't think because of the gorgeous red head that had showed up with Yelena.
Yelena was your best friend, along side her girlfriend Kate Bishop. You'd known Yelena since your first day of college, she was your roommate at the time. You did everything with her and basically knew everyone she did, but not this woman.
"Y/n, come here!" Yelena yelled to you, the thick Russian accent being the only reason you were able to hear her. "I want you to meet my sister, Natasha. Natasha this is Y/n." You weren't sure how you should greet such a beautiful woman, so you stupidly stuck your hand out for a handshake.
"It's nice to meet you, Y/n." The woman said with very captivating grin on her lips. "Like wise, Natasha." The use of her full name caused her to cringe a little, "Just Nat." You awkwardly smile and nod.
The night moved very slowly, mostly due to your soberness, but also the countless men that would hit on Natasha ruining your small talk. "Let me buy you a drink, help you enjoy yourself a little." Natasha suggested. "I've gotta be able to get home, last time I trusted Yelena getting me home we spent half the night on the streets trying to figure out the gps." A grin creeped on Natasha's face at your jab directed at her sister.
"I can get you home sweetheart, it's no big deal." You were saved by the dim lights of the corner you and Natasha were in, you were sure your face was scarlet red. "Fine." Following your agreement, drink after drink kept coming, and now Natasha's and yours conversation flowed like you'd known each other for years.
"C'mon Nat, dance with me." You pleaded with the older woman, tugging on the sleeve of her jacket. Eventually you dragged her onto the floor, pushing through the swarm of bodies. Her front pressed flush against your back, as you swayed to the music. Her hands possessively held onto your hips, almost as if she were afraid you'd get away from her to go dance with some helpless drunk.
Your body felt like putty in Natasha arms, the arms that were moving up and down your body as her hands gripped and groped at your curves. Her hot breath fanned on the back of your neck, her soft lips occasionally brushing the sensitive skin. "Come with me."
Your hand linked with Natasha's as you two walked off to what you assumed was to the bathroom. You were never one for a hookup, especially in a club bathroom, but Nat made you want to and so you did. Your back collided with the door as soon as it shut, Natasha briefly fumbling with the lock before her lips hungrily connected with yours.
Her tongue laced with yours, as your lips molded together. Your mouths so connected that your moans didn't escape her mouth, but rather she swallowed them. "Fuck you're so hot, I wish Yelena brought you around." Natasha leaned back to admire your current state. Your hair pushed around, clothes slightly wrinkled, your gradually weakening legs as Natasha worked you up.
Her lips returned on yours, and her fingers found new ground on the clasp of your jeans. She tugged it apart and slipped her hand past the lacy material of your soaked panties. "Fuck pretty girl, you're so wet." She rasped, eliciting a pitiful whimper from you. "All for you." You could barely muster the words.
Natasha's rough fingers rubbed your clit just the right way, almost too good for you to bear. "F-fuck Nat! Feels s'good." You managed out the words that felt caged in your throat, and you could tell she knew you were struggling by the small laugh that came from her.
"You like that, hm? Wanna see how much you like this?" She took your hand rubbing it against her crotch, the feeling of silicone begging for release rubbed against your hand. You groaned loudly just from thinking about her fucking you with it. "I think you're wet enough, turn around." Natasha demanded, and you obeyed.
Natasha tugged down your jeans, along with her own. She slid the toy into you with ease and a little force, which caused your front to be flush against the sink. Natasha's hands roughly gripped your hips, yours holding onto whatever you could grab. "Fuck you're so tight, I wish I could feel you. I bet you feel so good." Her filthy words making you moan, so loud that she covered your mouth.
Her hips slapped against yours so rapidly it was almost painful, but the pleasure of the toy rubbing against your deepest parts made all that pain unrecognizable. "You're doing so good for me Y/n, being such a good girl."
Your hair was tugged and balled up into Natasha's hand in a matter of seconds, as she forced you to look in the mirror. "Watch yourself get fucked by me you slut, fucked by your best friends sister. By a woman you just met." The harsh, degrading and words that left her lips made you even more turned on.
"Nat, 'm close. 'M gonna cum, Please!" You begged. "Yea, gonna cum on my cock? Go on then, cum for me." And you did, Natasha made you see stars as she mercilessly fucked you through your orgasm.
Before you knew it she had you sitting on the counter, your jeans completely discarded somewhere. Her head between your thighs as she ate you out. You were too sensitive to take it, but to fucked out to use your words to beg her to stop. Your second orgasm nearing and all you could manage was a little whimper, "C'mon use your words, you got this baby. You're doing so good for me, you can do it." She praised.
"Please, I need- I can't take it!" Her pace quickened, it was so painful but you needed release so bad. "Nat, 'm cuming!"
"You did so good, let me help you clean up and I'll take you home okay?" You nodded, "But what about Yelena?" You asked as Natasha helped support your body, so you could redress. "I'll text her, don't worry your pretty little head." She said as a placed a little kiss on your forehead.
That night wasn't the end of you and Natasha. Eventually after a few hook ups she asked to take you on a date, which went so well it turned into multiple dates, then you were officially together.
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ghostie
đ staring. Johnny x afab!Reader
đŽ preview. As one am rolls around, you start to realize that maybe tonight you wonât get a call. He is a frat boy, and this is Halloween weekend. Youâre disappointed as you get into bed, frowning as you scroll on your phone, hoping that if you wait another five minutes, maybe heâll catch you. Five minutes turns into ten, turns into fifteen, and you find your eyes beginning to shut. Youâre starting to understand how much you truly have come to depend on Ghostie as part of your nightly ritual. It hurts not to get a call from your favourite voice-modulated anonymous frat boy.
tw/cw. yandere/stalker subthemes, unknown caller, weed use, multiple reader orgasms, big dick!Johnny, oral, pussy eating, blowjob, deep throating, spit as lube, fingering, hand riding, dacryphilia, praise, dirty talk, cum/fullness kink, unprotected sex, heavy grinding, dick bulge, creampie, rough groping, slight restraint, size kink, submissive reader, subspace, dumbification, hair pulling, finger sucking, etc⌠I pet names: (hers) Tiny, good girl, pretty girl. (his) Ghostie.
đšÂ rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 15k
đ aus. uni/frat au, yandere subthemes, Halloween, etcâŚ
âď¸Â mlist + an. this might just be the best John fic I've ever written, or maybe I just need therapy
SundayÂ
You pause your movie when your phone rings and you look down at the screen. The number is unknown, and you briefly consider not even answering it. However, youâve had two job interviews in the past week, and you donât want to miss any opportunities, so with a sigh, you bring your phone to your ear.
âHello?â
âHi, Tiny, howâs your night going?â
Definitely not a prospective employer. Your sorority gave you the name Tiny during first year, something to do with the âtinyâ shots you always want to take, and only those within the Greek system use it on you. On top of the Greek-specific term of endearment, the man on the other end of the line is using a voice modulator of some sort, and it makes it impossible for you to identify him.
Your curiosity is sparked.Â
âWho is this?â
âWouldnât you like to know?â
You sigh, leaning back against your bed and setting your laptop to the side. âI get that Scream is having a comeback, but this whole âcalling a girl and being mysteriousâ thing wonât get you laid anytime soon.â
âAre you sure about that?â You can hear a hint of laughter in the manâs voice.
âIf youâre not going to tell me who you are, Iâll hang up.â
âWe wouldnât want that, now would we?â Thereâs a pause then, âLetâs just say, a mutual friend gave me your number. They thought weâd hit it off.â
âWhoever this ungendered mutual friend is, I doubt they expected you to call me with a voice modulator and act out a Ghost Face fantasy. I get that Halloween is a week away, but come on⌠you canât be serious about this.âÂ
âI am serious. Come on Tiny, live a little.âÂ
âYouâre awfully sure of yourself, arenât you, Mister Ghost Face.âÂ
âIâve got good reason to be, trust me on that.â
You let out a deep sigh, going through your roster of men who might think this sort of thing would be funny. âYunho? Is this you getting high again?âÂ
âWrong frat, but good guess. I didnât know Alpha Tappa Zetaâs star quarterback was a stoner, thanks for the info, Tiny.âÂ
âShit,â you mutter to yourself. You hadnât meant to throw Yunho under the bus like that.
âItâs okay, I wonât tell anyone about his⌠habits. That would be hypocritical of me.â
You search your mind for the stoners you know. Ones who would have the balls to call you like this.Â
âDo you want to take another guess? Iâll give you three chances. You have two more.â
Aside from ATZ, you spend a lot of time with Sigma Veta Tau. Soonyoung is a well-known blunt roller in the fraternity system, but he wouldnât do a charade like this. Heâs very open about hitting on you any time youâre at one of his parties.Â
âJeonghan?â you ask.
âLast guess, Tiny.âÂ
He doesnât confirm or deny if youâve gotten the frat right, but you canât really see any other SVT members who would fit this mysterious manâs profile.Â
Your mind wanders to Nu Chi Theta. Theyâve got quite a few weed lovers there, and youâve been invited into many closed-room smoke sessions with the dirty NCT boys.Â
Thereâs Yuta, and heâd definitely have the gall to entertain a flirtation like this. However, you donât know of any mutual friends who would ever set you up with him. With another sigh of irritation, you throw out the last name on your shortlist of stoner acquaintances.Â
âHyuck? Please tell me this isnât you.â
âClose but no cigar.âÂ
âI donât like this game.â
âYouâre not supposed to like it, but it is entertaining, donât you think?â
âWhatâs your angle with all of this?â you question. âIf youâre not going to tell me who you are, then whatâs the point of calling?â
The line is silent for a few moments. âI guess⌠I just wanted to talk to you a little, is that so bad?â
Your heart softens, if only momentarily. âThen grow some balls and ask me out like a real man.â
âWhere would be the fun in that?â The mystery man lets out a short chuckle, and your irritation only grows.Â
âHas anyone ever told you that youâre really annoying?â
âA few times actually.â
âWell, youâre the most annoying person Iâve ever met and I havenât even met you.â
âYes, you have.â
âGod, Iâm tired of this. Goodnight.âÂ
You donât even wait for an answer, you simply hang up.
Despite trying to get back to your movie, you canât get the mystery man out of your head. When you go to bed you canât even sleep, your mind completely full of all the possibilities of who your caller could have been.Â
Youâll have to do some digging tomorrow. You canât not figure out who this guy is- and you know just the fratboy to give you all the details you could need.
Monday
Mark Lee is always fifteen minutes early, even when it comes to an 8am class. You feel like shit after tossing and turning all night, so when you slide into the seat next to him in the back of the class, he gives you a once over and his lips part in shock.
âAre you okay?â
âNo, Mark, Iâm not okay,â you snap, regretting it a moment later- after all, Markâs not the one doing this to you. âSomeone called me from an unknown number last night. A frat guy, Iâm not sure who. He was using this voice modulator-â
âThat sounds hella sketchy.â
âSuper sketchy,â you agree.Â
âI know itâs October and everything, but thatâs a weird way to hit on a girl.â
âThatâs what I said!â Mark always understands you. âHe said a mutual friend gave him my number, thought weâd be cute together or something- whoever it was, I need to strangle them.â
âIs this friend a girl or a guy?â
âMystery man wouldnât tell me,â you groan.
âSo⌠this dude could be literally anyone.â
âNot Yunho from Alpha Tappa Zeta, Jeonghan from Sigma Veta Tau, and not your roommate Hyuck. The guy gave me three guesses,â you explain, âthe hint is that heâs a stoner.â Â
âLots of frat guys are stoners.â
âExactly,â you sigh, leaning back in your seat.Â
âWhat are you going to do if he calls you again?â Mark asks. âThis kind of feels like stalker behavior.â
âIt does,â you admit. âBut at the same time, he calls me Tiny, and he says weâve met before- when I asked what he even got out of the phonecall he said he just wanted to âtalk to me a little,â which, I donât know, for some reason I feel like heâs not a stalker.âÂ
Mark gives you a look that says âYouâre crazy,â and after listening to everything that just spewed out of your own mouth, maybe you kind of agree with him.
 âSo if he calls you againâŚâ Mark reasks his earlier question, one youâd chosen to ignore.
But you canât ignore it now, and you let out a deep breath.
âIf he calls again⌠Weâll see what happens.â
âTiny-â
âMark,â you counter, knowing heâs about to chastise you. But you donât want to hear it. If even he doesnât have any idea of who your mystery caller could be, you simply canât give up. If you never find out who this âGhost Faceâ dude is, youâll feel unsolved for the rest of your life and you know it.
âLook, Iâll ask around a little,â Mark concedes.
You let out a squeal of delight, throwing your arms around your closet fratboy friend. He lets out a chuckle, gently squeezing you back.Â
Markâs a good guy.Â
If only you were into good guys and not sleazy stoners calling you while getting a hard-on for being Ghost Face.
Monday pt 2
Itâs nine o'clock and youâre starting to get tired while you study. Youâre in need of a distraction, so when your phone rings with an unknown number, your heart practically jumps into your throat.
âHello?â
âHi, Tiny.â
âWow, Mister Ghost Face,â you laugh, twirling in your spinny chair, âtwo nights in a row. You must really like me, huh?â
The laugh he lets out sounds genuine, even though his voice is obscured still. For some reason, the noise makes you grin, and you canât believe youâre actually kind of having fun with this.
âI do like you,â the mystery man confirms. âTell me about your day.â
âTell you about my day?â Youâre in shock.
âUh huh.â
âNo teasing or nothing? No three guesses about your identity?âÂ
âIâll tell you what,â he lets out a sigh, âlike you said, Halloween is in a week. If you keep letting me call you until then, Iâll reveal myself when you come to the party.â
âThe party?â you repeat. âYou make it sound like thereâs only one frat party on Halloween.â
âOnly one worth going to.â
âIs that so?â Heâs so cocky- why does that turn you on?Â
âYup. In fact, I know you agree with me on this, because the past two Halloweens, youâve come to my frat.âÂ
Your body freezes. Heâs just given you a massive hint-
âSo youâre an NCT boy?â
âWouldnât call myself a boy, and neither would you if you saw what's in my pants.âÂ
You swallow the lump in your throat, not sure how to even respond to the suggestive comment heâs just made.Â
The man on the other end of the line lets out a chuckle. âSorry, Iâm two blunts deep. I should watch what I say to you, that's why I asked about your day.â
âYou donât have to- watch what you say, I mean.â
âYeah?â You can almost picture him leaning back in a chair, a large half-chub growing in his pants- âAre you getting horny from a mystery man on your phone? Dirty girl.â
âDirty guy,â you counter, âtrying to entice me by saying your dick is big.â
âWell, it worked, didnât it?â
âIâm intrigued,â you admit, âbut not only because of your cock.â
âItâs a nice cock.â
âOkay, Iâll tell you about my day,â you sidestep. âHad an early class with Mark Lee, you must know Mark.â
âOf course.â
âWell, he has no clue who you could be.â
âYou talked about me.âÂ
You can hear him smiling.Â
âI bet you couldnât even sleep last night. Too busy trying to figure out who I am.â
Okay, maybe he is a bit of a stalker. Or maybe he just knows you well⌠who the fuck is this guy?
âStop being so cocky,â you insist.
âTell me Iâm wrong.âÂ
âMark told me youâre probably a stalker, said I should maybe block your number.â
âI donât have a number, if I did, that would be too easy for you. Iâm an unknown caller⌠can you even block unknown callers?âÂ
âI guess weâll find out when I block you.â
âWonât happen though. What did you do after your class with Mark?â
âAre you really that interested in my day?âÂ
âI wouldnât be asking if I wasnât interested.â
Heâs a cocky softy, who would have imagined.Â
You wonder what you ever did to make this guy so sweet on you- youâve dated men who donât even care to ask you how your day went, and this guy is out here doing it practically for free.
âClasses were okay, my sorority had a little fundraiser at lunch, we baked cupcakes.â
âThey were good cupcakes.âÂ
âWaitâŚâ your stomach churns a little. âYou stopped by?â
âIâm a sucker for cupcakes, and how cute your butt looks in blue jeans.â
You search your memory, counting how many NCT boys came through around lunch. You realize that there were far too many for it to do any good in deciphering which one is the man youâre currently talking to.
âDid we talk?â
âYou talked to everyone who bought something. Iâm not special.â
Except⌠he kind of is special, in a way you canât truly explain⌠not yet anyways.
âMaybe you are a stalker,â you decide.
âI can promise you Iâm not, but I bet youâd be kind of into it if I was.â
This guy makes you feel such conflicting emotions, youâre not sure how to even handle him.
âLook, I was studying when you called-â
âRight, you should get back to that.â
âI should.â
âSleep tight, Tiny. Itâs been nice talking to you.â
Part of you wants to return the sentiment, it feels second nature, but the words stop on your tongue. In all fairness, it hasnât been particularly nice talking to the mystery Ghost Face guy.Â
Instead of saying anything else, you simply hit him with a âBye,â and you hang up the phone.
However, you donât get back to studying, you immediately call Mark.
He sounds groggy as he says âHello?â
âDid I wake you?â
âNo.â
âI just got a call from that guy again. Heâs definitely one of your frat brothers, and heâs high right now.â
âThat doesnât narrow it down,â Mark sighs. âWe sort of uh⌠all got high at the fire after dinner.â
âMark Lee!â you screech.
âSorry, sorry!â Mark groans. âIâll uh⌠ask around some more. Weâll figure out who this dude is.â
âAnd if we donât⌠he said heâd tell me who he is at your frat Halloween bash at the end of the week.âÂ
Itâs Monday now, and the party is on Saturday. That means youâll only have to wait a few days⌠you can hold out for a few days⌠canât you?
Tuesday
You read over the email a third time, but it doesnât make anything better. The words âWe regret to inform you that you have not been chosen for the positionâ make your eyes begin to well with tears.
Quickly exiting your phone, you grab your things. You refuse to cry in the middle of the library-
The bathroom will have to do the trick, and you hurry to get there, holding back the choked sob that longs to slip out of you.
Youâd thought for sure this interview would land you a job on campus. The interview had gone well, or so youâd thought.
You donât even know why youâre getting so upset about this.Â
Thereâs just something so devastating about rejection.Â
You get to the bathroom quickly, shutting yourself into a stall before you allow the tears to fall again. You cradle your face in your hands, allowing the sadness to overwhelm you.
Itâs important to have a good cry every now and again, and you definitely need this.
Your cries, however, are interrupted by your phone ringing in your pocket. Wiping at your face, you reach for the device, lifting it to your ear.
âHello?â
âAre you okay?âÂ
âI really donât have time for this right now, Ghost-â you groan, closing your eyes at the familiar voice-modulated sound.
âYou do have time,â he insists. âTell me what happened.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI just saw you running through the library. Looked like you were crying.â
âI wasnât crying!â you nearly yell.Â
âLiar. Come on, Tiny, let Ghostie make you feel better.â
The affectionate-sounding nickname prompts you to wipe your eyes. âAre you sure youâre not a stalker?â
âI was in the library, donât get your panties in a twist.â
âWas?â
âIâm gone now, canât have you figuring out who I am before Halloween.â
âWould it really be so bad if I did?â you question. âIt would make me feel better.â
âLook at you, using your bad experience to try to swindle me,â you hear him laugh, and there are more sounds now, as if heâs walking across campus. âSeriously, Tiny, tell me whatâs going on.â
âDo you always walk around campus with a voice modulator?â
âItâs an app on my phone babe, now answer my question.âÂ
âYou didnât ask a question, you commanded me to tell you what happened, and Iâm not taking commands right now.â
He sighs. âWill you please tell me whatâs making you cry?â
Your lower lip trembles. âItâs stupid.â
âNothing that hurts you is stupid.â
âWhy are you being so nice to me?â
âIt looked like you needed a friend.â
âYouâre not my friend. Youâre some guy who got my number and gets hard by pretending to be Ghost Face from Scream.â
âI could be your friend. Could be more than your friend. And Iâm not hard right now. Not after seeing you cry.âÂ
You take a breath. âI applied for a job and I uh⌠they didnât hire me.â
âThen theyâre stupid.â
âMaybe Iâm stupid.â
âDonât say that.â
âIâm a girl whoâs spent three days talking to a guy who keeps his identity a secret, and for some crazy reason, youâre actually making me feel better. That definitely makes me stupid.â
âNo, it makes you soft. Itâs one of the things I like about you.â
âYeah?â you sniffle. âWhat else? And donât say my ass in blue jeans.â
The man chuckles. âYouâre soft, and kind. But youâre a fighter too. Youâve got a spark. Donât even get me started on how smart you are-â
âAnd how would you know how smart I am?â
âFor starters, youâre in the top-scoring sorority on campus,â he points out. âWhenever you come to trivia night, you wipe the floor with all of us. Mark talks constantly about how much you help him with his classes, which brings me to my next point, you care about charity. Thatâs a great sign of your character.âÂ
âYou do know a lot about me, donât you, Ghostie?â His words have stopped your tears, and you cradle your phone close to your ear.Â
âStill not a stalker though.â
Now he even has you laughing. âJuryâs still out on that one.â
âYou sound better already,â he muses. âMark has a free block right now, Iâm sure if you call him heâd take you for ice cream or something to distract you.â
âThatâs a good idea,â you admit.
âIâm full of good ideas.â
âThank you.â
âDonât mention it, Tiny.â
Tuesday pt 2
âThis guy sounds like a full-on stalker,â Mark says for the sixth time as you grab ice cream and sit inside while a storm passes, rain splattering the windows.
âI mean, if he knew your schedule, Iâm guessing heâs someone close to you.â
âHeâs stalking us both, I donât like it.â
âBut heâs nice.â
âHeâs stalking you, Tiny!âÂ
âHeâs not!â you insist. âA lot of people were at the library today⌠honestly, I think⌠I think Ghostie is kind of sweet.â
âGhostie?!â Mark stares at you in shock. âYouâre calling him Ghostie now?â
âItâs cute, right?â
âItâs crazy is what it is!â Mark leans back in his seat, frowning. âThis is giving me the creeps.â
âWell, itâs spooky season.â
âIf Iâm being honest, I donât think any of my frat brothers would pull crazy shit like this. Theyâre mostly pretty chill dudes.â
âSo you think heâs lying about being in NCT?â you ask, cocking your head to the side.
âI think heâs definitely lying,â Mark confirms.
âWell, agree to disagree.â
Mark studies you for a moment. âLook, the only guy whoâs a freak like this is Yuta and he swore up and down to me yesterday that heâs not calling you with a fucking voice modulator.âÂ
âI donât think this is Yuta.â
âBecause youâre a Ghostie expert now, huh?â He scoffs loudly.
âYutaâs not really a stoner,â you point out. âAnd besides, I canât explain why I know itâs not him, I just have a feeling.â
âYeah, is that feeling in your pussy by any chance?âÂ
âMark Lee!â you gasp, scandalized by his choice of words.Â
âBe real with me!â he insists. âYou wouldnât be entertaining this if it wasnât⌠I donât know, turning you on? Are you turned on by stalkers? Is this why you like Halloween so much?â
âOkay, maybe I am turned on, but that doesnât make me a bad person.â
âIt just makes you crazy,â Mark groans, running a hand through his hair. âI swear to God, when the dude reveals himself at the frat party, it better be one of my frat brothers and not a serial killer. And also, Iâm going to fight him.â
âSomething tells me heâd beat you,â you giggle.
âNow youâre trying to make me feel bad.â
âSays the guy who just called me crazy.â You grin, knowing that youâve won.
âThis whole thing is crazy.â
He has a point about that.
Wednesday
Youâve been waiting all day for a call from Ghostie, and it comes right before youâre about to head to bed. You practically launch yourself at your phone, putting it on speaker and saying âHello?â as if you donât know whoâs on the other end of the line.
âHey you, feeling better today?â
âYou tell me, mister stalker.â
âI havenât actually seen you today, it was a bit of a shame if Iâm being honest.â
âYeah?â God, this man has way too much power over you. âAnd whyâs that, Ghostie?â
âBecause Iâve been looking at your Instagram, but youâre cuter in person.â
âDo you follow me?âÂ
âWeâre mutuals.âÂ
Youâre mutuals with pretty much the entire NCT frat, it would have been more helpful if heâd said heâs not a follower, although, now that you think of it, that had always been unlikely.Â
âStill trying to figure out who I am, arenât you, Tiny?â
âOf course.â
âRemember when I was listing your good qualities? Patience wasnât one of them.âÂ
âThatâs so rude of you,â you say, although, youâre grinning at your phone.
âHere, Iâll make it better. I have an idea for you.â
âLetâs hear it then.â You get comfortable on your bed, wondering what heâs about to say.
âIf you want a job, thereâs this bar on campus, Skeets. Have you heard of it?â
âWho hasnât heard of Skeets?â You roll your eyes.Â
âThey let just about anyone work there. A few of the NCT guys are bartenders, Iâm sure theyâd put a good word in for you with the hiring manager, heâs also a member of the frat.âÂ
You havenât been to Skeets in ages, and you try to remember who you know amongst the staff. âWait, youâre right- doesnât Hyuck work there?â
âHe does⌠This is the second time youâve mentioned him, got something of a crush, Tiny?â
âWould that make you jealous?â you tease.
âIâm not the jealous type,â he states. âBut yeah⌠it would.â
âDonât get your Ghost Face mask in a knot, I donât have a crush on Hyuck. In fact, if you turn out to be Hyuck and I find out you lied to me about your identity, Iâm going to be really mad.âÂ
âIâm not Hyuck.â
âGood.â You consider his proposition for a moment. âDo you really think theyâd hire me?â
âIt doesnât hurt to try.â
âYou know, on Sunday, if someone had told me youâd be helping me find a job not three days later, I would have said they were crazy.â
âGuess I like to keep you on your toes.â
âI think you just have a major soft spot for me. Tell me Iâm wrong.â
âI canât. I promised not to lie to you.âÂ
God, he makes you so giddy itâs insane.Â
âAre you going to come stalk me at Skeets if they give me a job?â
âGoodnight, Tiny.â Heâs avoiding the question, and you can hear him grinning through the phone.
âNight, Ghostie.â
Itâs the first time heâs the one to hang up on you, and it leaves you wanting more.
Thursday
Ghostie had assured you that Skeets hires just about anyone, but that doesnât help the anxiety building inside of you as you prepare to take your resume into the bar.Â
You even do a Wonderwoman pose outside while waiting for Skeets to open, breathing deeply to psych yourself up while you go over possible interview questions just in case the hiring manager wants a chit-chat today.
âI love working in a team environment,â you say quietly to yourself, closing your eyes and running through responses. âThe most important thing is that the guests feel welcome.â
The sound of something dragging across the cement ground has you practically jumping, lids flashing open as your head whips toward the noise.
âSorry, didnât mean to interrupt your mantra,â the tall fratboy laughs, setting up the wooden sign with the daily drink menu just in front of the door to the bar.
âItâs fine,â you assure him, swallowing thickly.Â
The man in front of you is Johnny Suh. Heâs two years older than you, and you know him through Mark. When guys join a frat, theyâre assigned a âBig,â an elder frat brother to guide them through the process. Johnny is Markâs big, and heâs always been nice to you whenever youâve crossed paths.
You would call Johnny an acquaintance, not a friend, but heâs still a friendlier face than you may have expected to see upon your first moments interacting with Skeets staff.Â
âYou coming inside, Tiny?â Johnny asks.
âYeah, sorry John, one sec, I just need another deep breath.â You wave your hand at him, turning your back and gulping down air while you hold your bag tight to your front, the resume within practically burning a hole in the leather.
The hot fratboy heads back inside and you finish calming yourself down.Â
You can do this. You can get this job.
As you enter the bar thatâs just open, you realize there are only a few staff members kicking around so far. Kim Jungwoo is rearranging chairs, and Lee Donghyuck is sitting on a table looking at his phone. Johnny Suh is behind the bar, and you decide you should probably talk to him, so you try to act confident as you walk through the small establishment.
Johnnyâs brown eyes raise as you approach, and he offers you a small smile. âTough day?â
âWhat?â You blink at him, settling against the bartop.
âYou looked kind of off outside, and most people donât come in to day-drink this early.â
âOh, uh⌠Iâm not here to day-drink.â You let out a tiny laugh. âActually, I came to see if you guys were looking to hire new staff members, I brought my resume.â
You reach into your bag to pull out the papers, and you hand them over to Johnny.
His eyes scan the first sheet. âWow, a cover letter, Iâve actually never seen one of these.â
People donât apply with cover letters? The idea is kind of shocking to you.
Johnny hardly looks at your resume, setting it down in front of him to address you instead. âWhat makes you want to work at Skeets?â
âIn all honesty, I need a job. Iâm dependable, and Iâve got a decent schedule to work in the food service industry. I like working as part of a team, and Iâm already friends with a lot of the staff here, so I thought it might be a good fit.â
Johnny nods, assessing you. âHave you bartended before?â
âIâve got my qualifications to serve alcohol, but Iâve mostly had waitressing jobs,â you admit.
âAt Skeets, we all do a bit of everything. Would you be open to learning how to mix drinks?â
âIâd be very open to it,â you nod.Â
âThen letâs give it a shot,â Johnny smiles warmly at you. âYouâve got good timing, we actually just had to let go of someone for excessive drinking on the job. I was going to put a wanted ad up today, but looks like that wonât be necessary.â
âAre youâŚâ you swallow thickly, âare you serious? Iâm hired?â
âYeah, why not?âÂ
You canât help the squeal of delight that rushes through you, and a massive grin makes its way onto your face. You even jump a little, and Johnny seems to enjoy your excitement, smiling from ear to ear while you celebrate.Â
âWhen can you start?â he asks next.
âI can start tomorrow! I mean, if you need me that soon.â
âTomorrow is a big night here at Skeets, the Friday before Halloween. We could use the hands, but it will be a busy one, do you think you can handle that?â
Youâre quick to nod. âOf course. But I uh⌠I should let you know, I canât work Halloween, I promised a friend Iâd meet them at your frat for the party.â
âDonât worry about Saturday,â Johnny assures you. âSigma Veta Tau has their frat party tonight, so itâs all us NCT guys working, and tomorrow weâll switch. As much as Seungcheol is a good comanager, I donât trust him to teach you how to mix drinks on Halloween.â
âSo⌠youâre going to be the main person training me then?â you ask.
âIf you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself,â he confirms.Â
You canât help but beam up at the tall frat boy, overjoyed at this turn of events. As cute as Johnny is though, part of you is excited to tell Ghostie about this when he inevitably calls you tonight.Â
Your life is definitely a little crazy.
âSo, how about you come in tomorrow at seven?â Johnny suggests. âThe bar will be open past midnight, but I figure I can show you a few things before it gets busy around ten, and then I can let you go early.â
âIâll be here at seven.â
âAnd when it comes to what youâre wearing, weâll give you a Skeets t-shirt,â he pulls at the black fabric stretched tight across his broad chest. âOther than that, you can wear any color of jeans and some sneakers.â
âPerfect.â
âYouâll be paid for the training shift, Iâll tip you out in cash, and if it goes well, weâll get your banking details at your next shift after that,â Johnny explains. âIâve got your number here on your resume, so Iâll be in contact with you on Sunday, howâs that sound?â
âSounds like a dream.â You literally canât stop smiling.
âTinyâs going to learn to mix,â Johnny says fondly, âMarkâs going to love this.â
You already feel close to Markâs big, and the opportunity to work with him is a good one. Johnny is one of the more well-known nice guys at the frat. Sure, heâs got a little bit of a dangerous edge to him, just based on his massive stature alone, but heâs generally a big softy bear.Â
âThanks again for this, Johnny,â you beam. âI wonât let you down.â
Thursday pt 2
âHyuck said our favorite Tiny sorority princess got herself a job today.âÂ
âHello to you too, Ghostie.â
âI wanted to cut to the chase and congratulate you.â
âI wouldnât have gotten the job without you,â you admit. âSo⌠thank you.â
âDonât mention it,â your mystery man says, and you can hear that classic grin of his. âIâm sure you got it on your own merit.â
âApparently no oneâs ever brought a cover letter with their resume before.â
âThey must have been impressed.âÂ
âHired me on the spot.â
âThatâs my girl.âÂ
Your insides flutter. You like the way it sounds when he calls you his girl. âHow about your day, Ghostie? Stalk any new girls?â
He laughs. âOnly one girl worth stalking, which, I donât do, by the way.â
âSure you donât.â
âMy day was long,â he says finally.
âYeah, itâs nearly midnight, I was thinking about going to sleep butâŚâ
âBut you wanted me to call,â Ghostie finishes your sentence for you.
âWhen you say it like that it sounds kind of depressing.â
âItâs not depressing, Tiny, itâs cute.â
âCute?âÂ
âI like that youâre getting used to me.â
âYou know⌠if you decided not to show up to the Halloween party- if you never called again, I think⌠Iâd wonder who you are the rest of my life.â Itâs a moment of vulnerability, and your heart races in your chest while you wait for his response.Â
âI wouldnât do that to you, Tiny,â Ghostie promises. âIâll find you on Saturday, and not in a stalker way.â
âWhat costume are you going to be wearing?âÂ
âIf I tell you, youâll just show up and scour the whole place looking for me.â
âYou know me too well, donât you, Ghostie?â
âWhat are you going to wear, pretty girl?â
You literally kick your feet at the term of endearment, body buzzing. It takes a moment to collect yourself. âHonestly? Iâve got a Ghost Face mask hanging around somewhere.â
âAnd here I was being told Iâm the one who gets hard pretending to be Ghost Face.âÂ
âWell⌠even though I donât know you, not really, I think I got that one pretty accurate, didnât I?â
âMaybe a little.â
âI thought you said you were big,â you tease.
âOkay, maybe a lot.â
You bite at your lip. After the great day youâve had, itâs difficult not to feel flirty. âAre you hard right now, big guy?â
He groans, and even under the voice modulator, something tells you the sounds he makes are sexy as fuck. You can feel your panties getting wet. Itâs dirty, but in the best possible way.
âIâll take that as a yes,â you grin.
âYouâre being bad, Tiny.â
âSays the guy whoâs literally hard right now.â
The other end of the line is silent for a moment. âCan I ask you something?â
âYou can ask me anything.â
âWhat if⌠when we meet, youâre not interested in me?â
Well, this has just taken a turn. How did you go from horny thoughts to insecurity?Â
Itâs a valid question though, one you should have asked yourself by now, but for some reason you havenât. You think about it for a few seconds.Â
âI feel like⌠I know itâs been less than a week of talking but, youâre not like any other guy Iâve ever met. And not just because youâre calling with a voice modulator.â You let out a laugh. âYou ask how my day is, and you care to hear my answer. You even helped me get a job, which is crazy to think about. For some weird reason, I think when I meet you, the emotional connection is already kind of there, so no matter what you look like, youâll be more attractive to me.â
âYou really think so?âÂ
âI mean, NCT is known for having hot guys, so Iâm not sure who you could be that would turn me off. There are only a few NCT guys Iâd say a hard no to at the moment.â
âYeah? Who?âÂ
âWell, Doyoung and I have never gotten along, but I know youâre not him because he doesnât touch weed. I dated Jeno for about a week, and I know enough about him to know I donât want to do anything with him ever again, and also, that youâre not Jeno because heâd never ask me how my day was going-â
âWhat an asshole.â
You laugh. âAll things considered, Ghostie, I think youâll do just fine.â
âThatâs good to hear.â
âIs this why youâve been doing the whole voice modulator thing? Youâre worried I wonât be interested in you?â
âItâs one of the reasons,â Ghostie admits. âI also worried that if I did hit on you, you might think I was only trying to get you into my bed, which, yeah, it would be nice, but⌠as perfect as your body is, itâs not the most interesting thing about you.â
What a scrumptious take; A guy calling you up and using anonymity to prove to you that this connection isnât only about sex.Â
Your heart softens.
âGhostie, you might be one of the sweetest guys I know,â you admit.
âMore than your best friend Mark Lee?â
You laugh. âMaybe not, Mark would never do something like this. Youâre a bit of a paradox that way, arenât you?â
âIf you say so, Tiny. As much as Iâve liked this talk, I think I should let you sleep. Halloween is two days away and Iâm sure weâve both got a lot to do before then.â
âWhat if I donât want you to go just yet?â
âThen Iâd remind you that patience is a virtue.â
âYouâre such a tease.â
âGood thing we have an emotional connection so youâll forgive me for it. Night, Tiny.â
âNight, Ghostie.âÂ
FridayÂ
Your first shift consists of shadowing Johnny. Heâs a fabulous teacher. Heâs calm, patient, and very encouraging. The first few hours are a breeze, but the bar gets increasingly packed as the night goes on.
Itâs a little overwhelming, but Johnny helps keep you steady. He gives you the easy drink orders, things like beer and simple cocktails. While youâre filling a cup from the beer tap, heâs busy mixing five to ten different things into one glass for items on the Halloween special menu.
Thereâs something sexy about a diligent worker, and his beefy arms are all bulgy and hot in his tight Skeets shirt. You can tell that a lot of girls come up to the bar specifically to order from him. There are two other bartenders, but Johnnyâs line is notably the longest.
Youâve had your own share of interested men pop over to say hi. There are very few frat boys here tonight, as thereâs a party in full swing in the Greek village, so most of the guys coming up to grab a beer from you are people you donât know.
Many of them are dressed up in costumes, and itâs interesting to try to guess some of the more obscure clothing choices.
Anytime you see a man in a ghost costume, your mind shifts to your mystery caller. You wonder if heâll pop by tonight- but other than the men already working with you, no NCT boys walk through the front door.Â
No Ghostie.
Thereâs not one second of reprieve, but staff need breaks, and finally, just before midnight, Johnny pulls you both for a breather.Â
âAre you sure the others can keep up while weâre gone?â you ask, looking back at the swamped bartenders.
âThey can manage,â he assures you, guiding you through the back staffroom to a door that leads to an alleyway behind the bar. âI know Iâve kept you on longer than I thought, but itâs just been so busy. How are you holding up?â
The cool night air is a drastic difference from the heat and humidity inside, and you take a deep breath, closing your eyes and enjoying it. âIâm doing alright,â you tell him. âYouâre the one making the difficult drinks.â
âIâve been mixing cocktails for years,â he brushes it off, reaching into his back pocket.Â
âWell, it shows.â You watch to see him pull out a rolled joint, and next comes a lighter.
âWant some?â he asks, lifting the joint to slot between his perfect lips.Â
âAre we allowed to smoke on the job?âÂ
âHyuck was prescribed Vyvanse last year, so heâs practically on coke all shift,â Johnny grins, lighting the end of the joint and taking a puff. âBesides,â he lets out a deep breath of smoke, âin the service industry, sometimes you need a little buffer.â
Skeets really is a chill place if the hiring manager smokes weed on breaks with subordinates.Â
âI didnât realize you were a stoner,â you muse.
âMost of us frat boys are,â Johnny admits, pulling the joint from between his lips. Itâs placed casually between two fingers, and his other hand ruffles through his pretty hair. âItâs a nice night.â
âIt is,â you nod, looking up at the sky. Stars are twinkling in the dark
âIâm glad you joined the team, not sure we would have been doing so well without your extra set of hands.â
âIâm really grateful to have been given a trial shift,â you smile softly.
âWell, just so you know, itâs more than a trial shift. Youâre hired.â He nudges your shoulder gently, and your grin only grows.
âThank you.â
Johnny takes another drag from his joint. âSure you donât want a puff?â
âI really shouldnât-â
âIâm going to let you go home pretty soon after this,â Johnny tells you. âSo it wonât affect your performance that much.â
You wonder if this is a test, but⌠at the same time, you donât think Johnnyâs the type of guy to test you this way.Â
You give in, accepting the joint and bringing it to your lips. Itâs been a while since you smoked one of these, and your first tiny hit leaves you coughing, passing the joint back to Johnny while you try to catch your breath.
He grins while watching you, and you get the sneaking suspicion that Johnny thinks youâre cute.Â
âThank you,â you say, coughing again.
âYouâve got good manners, donât ya, Tiny?â
You nod, wiping at the tears that have formed in your eyes from the smoke.Â
âWho... who do you usually smoke with?â you ask.
âWhy? You a cop?â Johnny jokes.
âNo, itâs just uh⌠God, I could tell you the whole story but you wouldnât even believe me if I did,â you find yourself laughing. âJust⌠I didnât know you smoked, so, Iâm wondering if maybe there are a few other guys in your circle who do too.â
Johnny looks you up and down. âLike I said earlier, Tiny, almost all us frat boys partake in mari-ju-ana.â
Itâs clear heâs not going to give you any information that could help you figure out who your Ghostie is. You suppose you really will just have to be patient.
In less than twenty-four hours, youâll be finding out who your mystery caller is, and the suspense is absolutely killing you.
Friday pt 2
Itâs twelve thirty when you finally get home, and youâre very tired. But at the same time, youâre awake. You take your time getting ready for bed, ignoring the loud party sounds outside and around the frat village while you wait for a call from Ghostie.
As one am rolls around, you start to realize that maybe tonight you wonât get a call.
He is a frat boy, and this is Halloween weekend.Â
Youâre disappointed as you get into bed, frowning as you scroll on your phone, hoping that if you wait another five minutes, maybe heâll catch you.Â
Five minutes turn into ten, turn into fifteen, and you find your eyes beginning to shut.
Youâre starting to understand how much you truly have come to depend on Ghostie as part of your nightly ritual. It hurts not to get a call from your favourite voice-modulated anonymous frat boy.
You try to self-soothe by assuring yourself youâll meet him tomorrow, but it doesnât really help.Â
Tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable, you fall into a blissless sleep.
SaturdayÂ
Youâre groggy when you open your eyes, but you still go to check your phone. Thereâs a missed call notification from an unknown number at three am, and suddenly youâre wide awake, bolting up in bed.
âHey, Tiny, itâs me.â
As if it could be anyone else.
âSorry I didnât get a chance to call you last night. I was pretty swamped with Halloween stuff. But if it makes you feel any better, you were definitely on my mind.â
Here you are kicking your feet again.
âProbably wonât get a chance to talk to you until the party, I really do hope you come⌠in uh⌠more ways than one.â
God, he makes you wet.
âI get it if youâre a little mad at me for not calling earlier, and I promise to make it up to you when I see you, if youâll let me.â
Heâs so oddly respectful.
âBut I get it if you donât want to do anything at the party. Iâve enjoyed talking with you this week, and if thatâs all itâs going to be then I wonât hold it against you. Anyways, goodnight, see you soon.â
Saturday pt 2
You feel cute tonight. Youâd taken your Ghost Face mask off almost as soon as entering the frat, but the little black dress youâre wearing is enough to capture a lot of attention.Â
Every frat boy that comes up to you makes your heart race, but none of them reveal themselves as your Ghostie.Â
Youâre actually beginning to get a little frustrated, and after two hours of floating around hoping to find your mystery man, you head with Mark to his room for a break.
Markâs roommate, Hyuck, is sitting on his bed, bong already out and resting on one thigh while scrolls through his phone. He looks up when you enter, smirking. âFinally, smoking buddies.â
âYou texted me like two minutes ago to come up here,â Mark rolls his eyes. âHave some patience.â
âNot in my nature,â Hyuck insists, setting his phone down and reaching for his lighter. âFirst hit is mine.â
As if you expected anything less.Â
You watch him inhale the thick cloud of smoke, holding it for a moment in his lungs before he lets out a deep exhale. âFucking hell, he groans, that was a good hit.âÂ
Mark takes the bong and Hyuck falls flat against the bed, closing his eyes and smiling.
âSo have you found your stalker yet, Tiny?â Hyuck asks.
Your gaze flashes to Mark. âYou told him?â
âHe was curious why I was asking for a stoner list,â Mark defends himself.Â
âWhoever the dude is, heâs got balls,â Hyuck says wistfully.Â
Thereâs a knock on the door, and Jaehyun pokes his head inside. âHeard weâre smoking?â
âYeah, come in!â Hyuck waves his hand, still collapsed on his bed.
The door is pushed open wider, and you catch sight of Johnny standing behind Jaehyun. Your new hiring manager flashes you a wink as they enter, and the door is shut firmly behind them. Jaehyun goes to sit with Hyuck, but Johnny approaches you, taking the seat next to you on Markâs bed.Â
âHowâs your night going?â Johnny asks.
âSheâs waiting for her stalker to come kidnap her and fuck her brains out,â Hyuck says loudly.
âYour stalker?â Johnny laughs.
âSome guy has been calling her all week,â Mark tries to explain.
âIt sounds worse than it is,â you insist, feeling the need to defend Ghostie. âHeâs only a little perverted.âÂ
âAnd youâre into that sort of thing?â Jaehyun questions, cocking his head while Mark takes a puff from the bong and hands it over.
âNot usually,â you admit. âBut⌠this guy is different.â
âYou donât even know what he looks like,â Mark groans, collapsing in his desk chair and running an anxious hand through his hair.
âThat doesnât matter,â you insist.Â
âFucking girls, dude,â Hyuck laughs, sitting up and watching Jaehyun smoke from the bong. âYou know what we need?â
âMore weed?â Mark suggests.
âYes, but also, shots.â Hyuckâs eyes shift to Johnny. âNot the shit from downstairs. The good stuff.â
Johnny lets out a chuckle. âYou want something from my secret stash?â
âThe tequila you brought back from Mexico,â Hyuck nods.
Jaehyun lets out a puff of smoke, holding the bong out for Johnny, who shakes his head.Â
âYouâre not taking a hit?â Jaehyun asks, staring at Johnny in hazy shock.
âNot tonight,â Johnny responds. Then he turns to you. âIf neither of us are taking a crack at the bong, how about you come help me grab the tequila?â
âCareful, John,â Hyuck teases, âSheâs not interested in you, she only has eyes for this Ghostie dude.â
Mark shoves Hyuckâs knee and Johnny simply grins. âCome on Tiny, you donât want to get secondhand high on a night like this.â
Heâs right about that, and you stand with him, heading to the door. Johnnyâs so tall and broad, and you try not to stare at his shoulders, but itâs extremely difficult not to appreciate his large form.Â
âWhatâs your costume?â you ask.Â
âOh, this?â He pulls casually at his black tshirt. âIâm a serial killer, they look like everyone else.â
âVery original,â you laugh, falling into step with the tall fratboy as you make your way down the crowded hall.Â
âMy room is on the top floor,â he tells you, heading to the stairwell and holding the door open for you. âI like your dress, by the way.â
âThanks, it goes with this.â You hold up the Ghost Face mask to show it to him, and his grin widens while you climb the stairs.
âYouâre gonna have to let me try that on.â
âIâm uh⌠Iâm actually saving it for Ghostie to try,â you admit, feeling a little silly with how loyal youâre being to your mystery caller.
âHeâs a lucky guy,â Johnny muses.
âHereâs to hoping it goes well,â you sigh.
Johnny doesnât respond to your comment, and as you reach the top floor he guides you three rooms down, using a key to unlock the door before he holds it open for you. âAfter you, Tiny.â
The space is the same size as Hyuck and Markâs, but it only has one bed. âI didnât realize they had single rooms here,â you say, looking around.Â
âThereâs only a few, and Iâve got seniority,â Johnny explains. He closes the door behind him, walking over to the large closet.Â
You take in the decorations. Itâs unmistakably a frat boy's room, but much cleaner than youâre used to. Thereâs a gaming station, and a mini fridge that youâd guess is full of beer. A clothing rack shows off some of Johnnyâs more sophisticated tastes.Â
Youâre curious about what else he has in his stash, so you join him by the closet, peeking inside. âWeâre looking for tequila right?â
God, he has a whole shelf full of expensive bottles of booze.Â
âUh huh,â Johnny nods. âShould be in the back here somewhere.â
âIsnât this tequila?â you ask, pointing to a bottle heâs brushed past.
âClose,â Johnny flashes a grin at you before continuing to rummage, âbut no cigar.âÂ
You freeze.Â
Itâs been nearly a week since your first interaction with Ghostie, but you remember that interesting turn of phrase like it was yesterday.Â
But- it canât be.Â
Johnny canât be your mystery caller-
Can he?
âFound it,â Johnny announces, pulling an immaculate bottle of tequila out. His gaze lands on you. âYou alright, Tiny? You look like youâve seen a ghost.â
âI mean⌠have I?âÂ
He cocks his head. âWhat do you mean?â
âYouâreâŚâ You swallow thickly. âAre you my Ghostie?â
Johnny meets your gaze with a steady look. âDoes it upset you?â
Itâs not a clear confirmation, but itâs a confirmation nonetheless.Â
You stare at him in absolute shock for a moment. He looks insanely gorgeous tonight, all broad, with his pretty lips- without even knowing what youâre doing, you find yourself throwing your arms around him and burying your face against his chest.
Johnny freezes, obviously startled by the sudden contact, but then heâs wrapping you in a tight embrace. One of his hands finds the back of your head, and he cradles you close.
Neither of you say anything, you simply hold each other while you come to terms with everything.Â
Heâs so stupid for ever thinking you wouldnât want him-
You do want him. You want him so bad-
Pulling away from his chest, you tilt your chip up, reaching for his face. You cup his cheek while you move on your tiptoes to press your lips against his.
He appears just as shocked at this movement as when youâd hugged him, but he eases into it all the same, kissing you back gently.
But you donât want gentle, you want him.
Youâre pent up from a week of teasing, and you shift in his embrace, wrapping both arms around the back of his neck while you glide your tongue against his lip.Â
Johnny lets out a groan, his mouth opening for you while his hands slip down to tug your waist closer.
The kiss deepens and now itâs your turn to release a moan, pressing your tits closer to his chest. He feels like heaven against you, and his lips are absolutely magic. His tongue glides gently against your own. You can taste beer, but itâs not unpleasant, in fact, it turns you on even more.
You thread your fingers through his hair, dragging your nails against his scalp-
âFuck,â Johnny mutters against your mouth.
Then heâs bending down, hands grabbing at your ass and prompting you to jump. You wrap your legs around his hips and he carries you effortlessly, closing the distance to his bed.
Instead of tossing you down, he sits on the mattress and suddenly your knees are digging into his charcoal duvet. Youâre on top, fingers in his hair, your tongue licking at his lip, and youâve never felt so powerful.
It gives you the confidence to wiggle your hips a little, and youâre pleased to find heâs already growing hard in his jeans. God, he feels big- and your pussy throbs at the idea of what youâre going to do to him tonight.
Youâre in a dress, and your panty-clad core feels delightful against bulging denim. Johnnyâs grabbing at your bare thigh, kneading your flesh, and it makes you moan desperately. Not only is he skilled with his tongue, but his hands seem to know what theyâre doing too.
Suddenly heâs grabbing at your hair, tugging you so you arch your head back, giving him access to your throat. His mouth feels amazing as he begins to lick and suck on your neck, finding your sweet spot way too easily-
âWho-â You swallow thickly. âWho gave you my number?â
Johnny laughs against your skin, pulling away to look up at you with dark eyes. âMark did.â
âMark?!â Youâre in absolute shock now.Â
âGave it to me during finals last year,â Johnny explains. âBut⌠we both had busy summers andâŚâ one of his hands sneaks down to guide your hips, helping you grind against him, âI guess I wasnât sure how you felt about me.âÂ
âYouâre crazy!âÂ
âMaybe a little,â he admits. âIâm also Markâs big, and itâs not like you and I have ever been close.â
âBut youâve liked me for a while, havenât you, Ghostie?âÂ
He groans at the nickname, looking up at you with eyes full of wonder. âLonger than you know.â
You wish you could say youâve felt the same- but in all honesty, you have always seen him as Markâs big. As an older fratboy dad type-
The way heâs acted with you this week has inklings of that protective daddy personality you know and enjoy, but⌠heâs not been particularly dad-like. Heâs shown you a new side of himself, and youâre so fucking happy he did.
âYou know, when Mark finds out youâre my stalker heâs going to flip.â
âI wasnât stalking you,â Johnny insists, grinning up at you as he applies more pressure to your hips, making you grind against him harder.Â
âGod, you even hired me for a job-â
He laughs. âIt wasnât favoritism, you had a cover letter, the bar owner was even impressed.â
âYouâre so bad- this whole time youâve been mind fucking me. I would have never guessed my Ghostie worked at Skeets.â
âWell, I do have a minor in psychology,â he admits. âFigured the best place to hide is in plain sight.â
âYou even smoked a joint in front of me and I never guessed-â
âYeah, I was playing with fire with that one,â Johnny laughs.Â
âItâs funny. I was so busy thinking about being loyal to Ghostie that I was trying not to check you out last night.âÂ
âAnd Iâm so lucky to have you. You wouldnât even let me put on your Ghost Face mask, so busy saving it for Ghostie.â
âSaving myself too,â you note, grinning down at him.
âYeah?âÂ
âWeâve talked every night since Sunday- I havenât cum in over a week.âÂ
âFuck, Tiny,â Johnny groans. âI guess I better help you out then.â
âReally? How are you going to do that?â
âIâll let you stay on top for a while, let you grind against me until youâre begging for me to tear your dress off.â He pulls at the strap on your shoulder. âThen, Iâll flip you over, get on my knees, and eat you out like the good girl you are, stretching you open with my fingers.â
âAnd then?â
âWhen youâre shaking and delirious from cumming, Iâll fuck you right. Bet youâve never really been fucked right before.â
God, you definitely havenât. At least- you know youâve never been fucked the way Johnny is about to fuck you.
âWhat if I already want you to tear my dress off?â you ask, grinding down against his cock.
Johnny lets out a low groan, grinning at you. âTiny, youâre nowhere near begging yet.â
âIâm not?â You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his throat before your teeth drag against his earlobe. âPlease, Ghostie, Iâm already so fucking wet, you wouldnât believe it-â
He laughs, hand finding your hair again. He tugs you away from his neck, pressing his lips to your own and kissing you hard.
He takes your breath away. His tongue is perfect, licking and tasting- making you moan loudly while you work your hips, swiveling on his denim-covered cock.
âFuck, Ghostie, youâre so fucking big-â
âYou havenât seen anything yet,â he promises, grabbing a fistful of your ass and squeezing so hard it almost hurts. But the pain is wonderful, and you cry out in ecstasy, working yourself harder against him.
If it wasnât for his enticing cock, you think you could make out with him like this forever.Â
You just want to be naked, so you grab at your dress, intent on lifting it off-
Johnny stops you. âIâve told you patience is a virtue, havenât I, Tiny?â
You groan in annoyance. âJohn, please-â
âGhostie,â he corrects you.
You donât even care- you simply grab his hand, guiding it between your legs. His fingertips brush over your soaked panties, and you gasp at the feeling of him, immediately grinding down, looking for relief.
âFuck-â you moan, closing your eyes and throwing your head back.
He begins to circle your clit through your thong and youâre forced to grab at his shoulder to steady yourself, whimpering loudly.Â
âShit, Tiny, youâre so fucking pretty,â he whispers.
âI need you,â you gasp, feeling an orgasm already bubbling in the pit of your stomach. âPlease, move my panties to the side-â
Johnny doesnât question you this time. He pulls your thong away, easily burying two large fingers into your wet, needy core.
Now youâre really gasping. You lean forward, wrapping both arms around his strong shoulders and burying your face against his throat. âOh my God, Ghostie- donât stop-â
âYouâre going to cum from this, arenât you, pretty girl?â
You nod desperately, swiveling your hips so your clit can rub against the palm of his hand while his fingers work you open.Â
âSo good,â you whimper. âSo fucking good-â
Johnny groans, curving his fingers and stroking your gspot.
You squeal in his lap, thigh muscles clenching while your pussy begins to throb around the foreign intrusions. Youâre so close to the edge you can almost taste it.
âWant you to cum for me. Wanna hear your sounds while you drip down my hand.âÂ
Fuck, heâs way too sexy, voice all low and seductive. Heâs breathing hard, and you can tell youâre turning him on just from riding his fingers-
âCome on, Tiny, whoâs my good girl?â
âI am-â you gasp, digging your nails into his shoulders as your orgasm hits you straight on.Â
You moan loudly, burying your face against Johnnyâs neck. Youâre panting against his skin, wiggling your hips while his fingers continue inside of you, driving you absolutely insane. Waves of pleasure are overtaking your form, and your mind is completely blank, overwhelmed by the feeling of ecstasy that Johnny provides for you.
âThatâs it,â Johnny encourages you. âSo fucking good for me.â
Youâre shaking on his lap by the time your high is over, and you press wet kisses to his throat, earning groans from your Ghostie.Â
You reach down for your dress, lifting it up and off your body. Johnny pulls back, watching you with dark eyes. He takes his fingers out of your wet pussy, bringing them to his lips to clean. But heâs not done there, as you toss the fabric to the floor, Johnny offers you his digits next.Â
You lock eyes with him for a moment before leaning forward and accepting, taking his wet fingers into your mouth and helping suck them clean. You groa at the taste of yourself. Johnny watches the motion, his free hand finding your hip and forcing you to grind down against his cock.Â
âYouâre so hot, Tiny,â he says, removing his fingers from your lips.
âWait till you see me naked,â you grin, reaching behind yourself to undo your bra.Â
It falls away easily, and Johnnyâs large hands cup your breasts almost immediately. His head dips, eyes taking in your newly exposed skin. âFuck, how does a girl get this perfect?â
âHow does a guy get a massive cock like yours?â you counter, rubbing yourself against the front of his jeans.Â
âTouche,â he chuckles, leaning down to lick your nipple.Â
You thread your fingers through his hair, guiding him to show more affection to your chest, which heâs more than happy to do. His large hand cups your right breast while he worships your other with his mouth, suckling on your nipple. His teeth drag gently against the sensitive bud and you moan loudly, rocking your hips all the while.
âAs much as Iâd love to keep sucking on your tits,â Johnny sighs, lips moving up your throat again, âIâd rather be between your legs.â
âGhostie, do whatever you want to me,â you instruct, feeling delightfully submissive.
âYou got it, Tiny.âÂ
In one easy motion, he flips you so your back is on the bed. Johnny pulls away from you, sinking to his knees at the edge of the mattress before grabbing you and tugging you closer. He tears his own shirt off, giving you a great view of muscles that make you even wetter. Then he grabs your panties, sliding them down your legs so youâre completely bare for him now.
Johnny doesnât say anything, he simply licks his lips and dives into you. His tongue parts your folds, dipping inside to taste your walls while your legs shake around his head. âFuck, Ghostie-â
You reach down to grab his hair, applying enough pressure to his head to let him know youâre enjoying what heâs doing⌠if he canât already tell from your desperately needy moans.Â
His lips move to suction on your clit and a squeal escapes you, your back arching slightly at the sensation.Â
Youâre sensitive from having cum already, sensitive from having not cum all week only to be getting this much attention now. But youâre also probably sensitive because this is Johnny, because thereâs been a build-up thatâs left you ready to pop, and he seems intent on making you pop multiple times for him.
âOh my God,â you whimper, eyes closed, abdominal muscles tensing with effort as his skilled tongue works you up again.Â
Johnny groans against your pussy and itâs one of the sexiest things thatâs ever happened to you. Your grip on his hair tightens, your core throbbing with pleasure already.
When he adds two fingers into your dripping hole, you know youâre not going to last, but you donât think he wants you to.
In fact, youâd bet that Johnny himself is just about ready to explode. You canât believe he doesnât have his cock out yet- canât believe heâs so intent on making you cum twice before getting any satisfaction for himself.
âFuck, Ghostie-â You want to tell him how close you are to cumming, but you can hardly get the words out between your moans. âIâm- holy shit-â
Johnny finger fucks you even harder, his mouth focusing on your clit, and youâre pretty sure heâs understood your garbled attempt to warn him, pretty sure he wants you to cum.
You allow yourself to find your release, your back arching again as you tug on Johnnyâs hair, keeping his face between your legs. You grind down slightly, your body chasing your orgasm as it surges through you like fire in your veins.
Johnny lets out a low groan again, and your entire body twitches at the extra stimulation. Youâre gasping now. Nothing has ever felt this good-
To his credit, Johnny tries to help you through your entire orgasm, but he pulls away before youâre truly finished. You can feel him panting against your pussy, and when you open your eyes to look down at him, you find Johnny staring at you with the horniest expression youâve ever seen on a man.
âGhostie-â you whimper, shifting against his duvet.Â
âCondoms,â he says, pulling his fingers out of your core and standing up.
âIâm on birth control,â you tell him quickly, making him freeze. âAnd if weâre both clean-â
Johnny practically moans at the idea, looking down at your body. âDoes my Tiny want to be filled up all nice and good?â
Now itâs your turn to groan, and you nod, licking your lips. You sit up next, feeling your skin heat at the words you want to say, âI also⌠I wanna suck you off first.â
Johnny approaches the bed again, towering over you. Itâs hard to focus on his eyes when his abs and strong biceps and veiny forearms are drawing your attention, but when he cups your jaw it makes things easier. âWhat did I ever do to deserve you?â
âYou pretty much stalked me for a week,â you tease, grinning.
Your Ghostie lets out a laugh. He doesnât bother to check you on the word âstalkingâ this time, even though heâs always been adamant thatâs not what he was up to. Itâs nice to have this little win, and as a reward for him biting his tongue, you reach out to undo his belt.
As the buckle unclasps and you move to his zipper, thereâs a loud banging on the door.
Johnny looks over his shoulder and you can hear Hyuck screaming âTequila!âÂ
The frat boy in front of you lifts his finger to his lips, a shushing motion, and then he reaches into his back pocket for his phone. You bet heâs going to text Hyuck some lie about not being in the room, but youâre too horny to slow down.
You get his jeans undone and you bundle your hands up in all the fabric, roughly tugging them down.
Johnny lets out a groan when his large cock slaps up against his abdomen, and he moves his phone to the side to give himself a better view, holding it with one hand while raising a brow at you.
Youâre on your knees at the foot of the bed now while Johnny stands there, and you steady yourself, grabbing the base of his cock. With one last wink at Ghostie, you lean forward, kitten licking his length from balls to tip.
The man above you quickly types in the text, then tosses his phone to the side, his large hand coming down to cup your cheek. You take this as a sign to accept him into your mouth, so you do exactly that.
Heâs so large and thick- you havenât sucked cock in a while, and youâve never sucked a cock as big as his. You know you can take your time, Johnnyâs always been patient with you.Â
You start by paying attention to the head, swirling your tongue around him and getting used to his size. Your eyes close, mind focused completely on your task. Youâre already drooling from this, and you can feel your saliva dripping down his shaft. You smooth your thumb along the new trail of spit, helping lube your hand so you can begin to pump his cock.
âFuck,â Johnny groans, tightening his grip in your hair.
You try to sink your mouth further onto his cock, but itâs difficult. Heâs just so huge-
Your pussy throbs knowing that soon, this monster dick is going to be inside of you-
Without any lube that youâve seen so far, you want to make him as slicked up as possible, and it helps that youâre drooling from how sexy all of this is.
His cock hits the back of your throat and you gag slightly, powering through the uncomfortable feeling as you glide your tongue along his shaft. Youâre not a quitter.
âHoly fuck, Tiny-â Johnny praises you. âYou donât have to try to take more than you can handle-â
But you want to. You want to pleasure him the way heâs pleasured you, and his words only prompt you to suck harder, earning more groans from the man above you.
âYouâre so good at this,â he continues his words of encouragement, and they do help you take him deeper. His voice is smooth, sexy, and thankfully not modulated in any way.Â
Youâve never realized how nice Johnâs voice really is.Â
You apply more pressure with your hand, pumping him faster-
âOkay, okay-â Johnny tugs gently on your hair, prompting you to pull off of his cock and blink up at him in confusion. âI have to fuck you now. Iâm done waiting.âÂ
You let out a tiny mewl, nodding.Â
Johnny kicks off his jeans completely, pressing a knee onto the bed. He leans down to kiss you, and then heâs grabbing your body. In one easy motion, he tosses you a few feet up the mattress, so your head can land against the pillows.
God, he makes you feel truly Tiny- itâs one of the sexiest things ever.
He takes his place between your legs next, lips finding yours. One of his hands cups your cheek, and the kiss deepens, his tongue invading your mouth while your arms wrap around his strong shoulders.
You can feel his cock sliding between your pussy lips, and itâs almost embarrassing how wet you are, how much drool youâve left on him.Â
âPlease-â you whimper. You canât wait another moment either, you have to know what he feels like. You reach your hand between your bodies, grabbing his cock so you can line him up with you properly. âGhostie, I canât-â
He kisses you, cutting you off. Something tells you Johnny understands, and the moment you have him properly situated, he begins to push into you.
You gasp against his lips, letting go of his cock so you can grab his shoulders. Heâd worked you open with his fingers two times over, but nothing compares to this. You can feel your walls stretching to accommodate his impressive girth, and it leaves you practically brain-dead.
âLet me know if itâs too much,â Johnny tells you, lips moving to your throat so he can suck on your sweet spot while he continues to burry into your hot, wet core.
You wrap your legs tightly around his hips, closing your eyes while the feeling of him overtakes you. Youâve never moaned like this before, never felt anything like Johnny-
He groans loudly against your skin, gently thrusting, coating his cock in your juices to make things easier-
The moment his hips hit flush to yours, his full cock buried inside of you, you both gasp. Johnny grabs at your hands, interlocking your fingers and pinning them to the pillows on either side of your head.
âFuck, youâre so big, youâre so-â You canât even think, especially not when he takes another test thrust.
His cock drags against your inner walls and you cry out, body tingling.Â
âYou take me so well, Tiny,â he praises you, mouth still hot on your throat. âThe perfect fit.âÂ
You canât speak, not now, but you can squeeze his hands and tilt your head to the side, kissing his cheek. Johnny takes the cue to bring his lips back to yours, and youâre immediately lost in yet another breathtaking makeout session.
Heâs moving slow, fucking into you at a gentle pace, allowing your body to get used to his massive size.Â
But youâre feeling particularly desperate, and greedy. âMore.âÂ
âMore?â He laughs. âYou sure about that?â
You nod, eager to be decimated by him. âPlease, ruin me-â
Johnny groans, letting go of one of your hands so he can press his palm flat to the bed, giving himself more leverage. He begins to fuck you faster, and each meeting of his cock to your core has you whimpering like a whore in heat.
âYou make the cutest fucking sounds,â Johnny breathes.
Only he - with his cock making you feral - would call your noises of pleasure cute.
Heâs so stupidly endearing.
âFuck, Tiny, youâre dripping- making this too fucking easy for me.âÂ
Itâs absolutely embarrassing how wet you are. Heâs gliding into you with no issues now, and each movement is like heaven. The head of his cock hits a spot deep in your stomach- you canât help but reach down, pressing your palm to your abdomen-
You can feel him rearranging your guts, and you both groan when you apply a bit of pressure.
âDeep, huh?â Johnny lets out a moaned chuckle.Â
âSo deep-â you agree, words slightly garbled.Â
âIâve just started with you and you can hardly speak,â Johnny muses. âWonder whatâs gonna happen when I make you cum again.â
You cry out desperately, removing your hand from your stomach so you can claw at his hair, bringing his lips back to your own.
Youâre tired of thinking- all you want to do is experience this, experience him, at your fullest- and boy, are you fucking full.
Johnny lets go of your other hand, reaching for your thigh. He adjusts it higher on his hip and suddenly heâs driving into you even deeper.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you gasp loudly against his lips. Johnny traces his tongue along your teeth, and you can feel him smirking.
You love that heâs enjoying this- enjoying watching you come completely undone for him.
âYou know,â he says, âif you keep squeezing me like that, Iâm not going to last long.â
You donât even care. You know this isnât the only time youâll be fucking this man- and after cumming twice already, your body is near its limit of pleasure, if thatâs even possible. In fact, thereâs something very sexy about making a man cum quicker than heâs used to, and your pussy clenches at the thought.Â
âFuck,â Johnny groans again. âCan I flip you over?â
At this point, youâll agree to any request, and you nod quickly, biting at your lip.
With one last kiss, Johnny pulls away from you. His cock slips out of your core and you whine at the loss, only for his two large hands to grab your waist and manually turn you onto your stomach. Then he adjusts your hips, pulling you up into doggy position.
âIf you need to scream, use the pillows,â Johnny warns you, lining up with your pussy again.
The first thrust has you doing exactly that. You bury your face into the pillow, letting out a loud cry as his cock hits deeper than before.Â
This position might just kill you, but you donât care.
His hands feel so good- so large and warm and steady on your hips as he finds an even rougher pace.
You can hear your ass smacking loudly against his front with each thrust and it only adds to your arousal.Â
Bunching your hands up in his duvet, you do your best not to be so loud that the whole frat will hear you. But itâs so difficult not to just melt under him-Â
You can feel your eyes welling with pleasure-fueled tears, and it drives you crazy.
âFuck, you like this position, donât you, pretty girl?â
âYes, Ghostie!â you gasp, nodding while his cock continues to make you feel like absolute heaven.
âYou look fucking perfect like this,â he tells you. âFace down, ass up. Pretty soon youâll be begging for me to fill you up even more.â
His words flip a switch inside of you. âGod, yes, please-â you cry out. âI want it so bad-â
âWant what?â
âWant your cum,â you whimper. âWanna be so full-â
Johnny groans, grabbing rough fistfuls of your ass while he fucks you even harder.Â
âI need it, Ghostie, I need it-â Youâre crying now, and Johnny notices.
He bends over your back, bracing an arm across your chest so he can lift you onto your knees. He cups your jaw, thumb stroking through a tear track. âHoly shit, Tiny,â he moans, mouth hot against your shoulder.Â
âPlease, Ghostie, please-â you whimper, lower lip trembling-
Youâre so close-
Johnny lets go of your jaw, and his hand slips down your front. You jolt when his fingers make contact with your clit, wriggling in his grasp.
âIâm almost there, Tiny,â he admits. âWatching you cum will tip me over the edge- youâll be good and cum for me, right?â
All you can do is nod. Words are gone. Your mind is blank except for the pleasure thatâs coursing through you.
Your noises are getting pitchier, and Johnny works you all the way to your peak. You gasp loudly as you topple over the edge, core clamping down hard on his cock.
Your legs feel like jelly, and Johnny releases you, allowing you to fall to the bed while your orgasm ravages your form. Youâre clawing at the sheets, burying your face in his bed to muffle your screams-
His hands are bruising on your hips, and you hear him let out a loud groan. You can feel him filling you up, his motions faltering ever so slightly. His breath is hot against your shoulders and itâs added stimulus that makes you twitch, so completely overwhelmed that it almost feels like youâre about to black out.
But you donât want to miss a second of this. His groans of pleasure keep you in the moment even as your mind is in a sex daze.Â
Johnny rides you through your high, thrusts slowing until he comes to a stop behind you.Â
Youâre both breathing heavily now, and Johnny stays still for a moment, enjoying the last of your orgasm aftershocks. Then he flattens his chest to your back, hand falling to the bed next to your own.Â
âHoly shit,â he breathes.Â
You canât help but let out a small laugh, and it makes Johnny groan as your core clenches again.
He kisses your shoulder, lips oddly tender in comparison to the way he just blew your back out.Â
âGhostie-â you whimper, wanting to collapse on his bed from exhaustion.Â
âStay still, Iâll get something to clean you up,â he assures you, pressing one last kiss to your skin before straightening from your back.Â
You miss his warmth as soon as heâs gone, and you especially miss his cock when it slides out of you.Â
You feel him get off the bed, and a moment later, something begins to drip down your inner thighs. He really filled you up, and it makes you twitch. You reach a hand between your legs, cupping your core and rolling onto your back on his bed, trying to breathe properly.
Johnny is back a second later, and you can feel his gaze on you.
âSpread these thighs for me, Tiny,â he says gently, touching your knee.Â
You open your eyes, and then you open your legs.Â
Johnny moves your hand out of the way, letting out a groan. âYou have no idea how fucking hot this is-â he tells you, wiping your core clean of his cum.Â
You still donât have it within yourself to speak, you can only watch him toss the tissue in the garbage before youâre making grabby hands at him.
Johnny laughs. He sits on the bed next to you, leaning against the headboard before scooping you into his lap. Heâs so fucking big, and he makes you feel safe cuddled in his arms, your cheek pressed to his chest.
His heart is still racing, and it makes you feel better to know youâre not the only one whoâs so affected by this.
Johnnyâs fingers begin to thread through your hair, and he simply holds you while you come out of subspace.Â
The party is still in full swing outside, and itâs an interesting feeling to have such a private moment with Johnny in the middle of a frat on Halloween.Â
âDo you think anyone heard us?â you ask finally.
Johnny laughs. âDonât worry about it,â he says soothingly.Â
You pull away from his chest, looking up at him. His hand moves to cup your face and you press your lips to his. Itâs a much gentler kiss than heâd given you mid-fuck, and it eases your racing heart.Â
âGhostie?â
âYeah, Tiny?âÂ
âI like you a lot.â
He lets out another chuckle. âI like you too.â
âWeâll do this again sometime, right?â
âOf course, Tiny.â His hand smooths up and down your back. âIâd also like to take you on dates, if youâll let me.â
âIâd like that,â you nod, relaxing against his chest again. âAnd⌠and when you call me, no more voice modulator.â
âNo?â
âI like your voice, your real voice.â God, youâre feeling so soft and mushy for him.
âI like your voice too.â For a second, itâs a sweet moment, and then Johnny continues, âLiked listening to your whimpers.â
Heâs such a frat boy, but you kind of love him for it. âDid you like my tears too?â
âOnly if theyâre for a good reason,â Johnny says. âIf anyone else ever makes you cry, Iâll have to fuck them up.â
âMy protective Ghostie,â you grin, leaning up to kiss the underside of his jaw.
âAs much as Iâd love to stay cuddling you forever, I should probably bring the boys some tequila,â Johnny sighs.
âThe boys,â you echo. âI feel like Iâve just fucked Mark and Hyuckâs dad.â
âDo you have a daddy kink, Tiny?â
âFor you, I have any kink you want,â you laugh.Â
âI like the sound of that.â
âJust⌠kiss me again?â you ask. âWe can bring tequila after.â
âAre you sure you want to come with? You can stay here and Iâll come back-â
âWe shouldâŚâ you lick your lips, âwe should be social.â
âI just fucked your brains out and you want to go be social?â Johnny grins. âMaybe I didnât work you over well enough.â
âYou worked me over perfect,â you laugh, grabbing at his jaw so you can press your lips to his.
Johnny melts into the kiss, and thereâs something in it that feels like coming home. Youâve never felt this safe with a guy before, and itâs kind of starting to scare you.
If you were to stay here- you think you might even fall in love with Johnny⌠that is, if you havenât already.
You pull away from your Ghostie, letting out a sigh.Â
Getting out of his lap isnât fun, and your legs are wobbly as you stand next to the bed, but Johnnyâs hands go to your hips to steady you.
When he stands, he towers over you, and youâre overcome by your thirst for him all over again. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, bringing him in for another kiss.Â
Itâs so easy to get lost in making out with Johnny, but you have to tear yourself away, nodding, âTequila.â
âTequila,â he echoes. âCan you stand by yourself?â
âIâm okay,â you assure him, but it still hurts when he lets you go.Â
Johnny pulls on some sweatpants while you find your dress-
âYouâre not putting that back on,â Johnny tells you, moving to his closet. âLet me give you some clothes.â
âAre you trying to announce to Mark and Hyuck that weâve fucked?â you laugh, accepting the large t-shirt he throws your way.
âTrust me, Tiny, theyâll know.â
âYeah? Howâs that?â
âAfter this, I wonât be able to keep my hands to myself, and something tells me you wonât be able to either.â Johnny pulls on a hoodie, grabbing the tequila and turning to you. âI know you, remember?âÂ
You grin, pulling on the pair of black boxer shorts heâd also sent your way. âMaybe a little too well.âÂ
âOr not well enough,â Johnny suggests, approaching you again.
âYouâre such a sweet talker.â
âOnly for you,â he smirks, leaning down to kiss you again. âYou look cute in my clothes.â
âDo I look like I just got fucked senseless?â
âDefinitely.âÂ
âMarkâs going to hate you,â you laugh.
âHeâll get over it,â Johnny brushes it off, reaching for your hand. âReady to go?â
âAs ready as Iâll ever be.âÂ
âYou can still stay here if you want.â
âNo, letâs face this now.â You need to be firm, need to get out of this love den before you find yourself even more loved up.
The two of you head to his door and Johnny holds it open for you.Â
In the time youâve been fucking, it looks like a lot of people have dispersed from the party, so walking through the hallway isnât exactly a walk of shame. However, when you get down the stairs to Markâs floor, you realize you still have to pull up your big girl panties to face him.
âIâm going to run to the bathroom,â you tell Johnny, âIâll meet you in Markâs.â
âYou donât want me to come with you?â
âTo the bathroom?â you laugh. âI think Iâm good.â
With one last kiss, you make your way to the frat bathroom at the end of the hall. Itâs important to go pee after sex, for UTI reasons, your sorority big sister has drilled that into you since first year. When youâre done, you head to the sink, daring a look at yourself in the dirty mirror.
You look fucked, but you also look happy.Â
In fact, you canât stop smiling.Â
After washing your hands, you dab some water on your throat, hoping it will calm you down. Once you feel good and ready, you exit the bathroom.
Markâs door is open when you get to his room, and you poke your head inside.Â
Jaehyun and Hyuck are on one bed, Mark and Johnny on the other, and theyâre all lifting shots to their mouths. As you step inside, Markâs gaze shifts to you. He takes in your new outfit and his eyes widen, then he spits out his shot, coughing loudly.Â
Johnnyâs hand finds Markâs back while he practically coughs up a lung, and then Mark is leaping to his feet. âWhat-â His eyes dart between you and Johnny, and you can see the realization there.Â
âJesus, Mark, learn how to handle a shot,â Hyuck scoffs.
Mark doesnât even entertain Hyuck, he simply turns to his big, pointing an accusatory finger at Johnnyâs chest. âYouâre Ghostie!?â
Johnny stands up. âYouâre the one who gave me her number last year.â
âI what?!â Markâs eyes are practically bulging out of his head now.
Hyuck and Jaehyun exchange a look, and Hyuck reaches for the tequila to pour another shot.
âMark, it could be worse-â you say, trying to de-escalate the situation while stepping further into the room.
âHow could it be worse!?â Mark bellows. âMy Big is a stalker!â
âHeâs not a stalker,â you defend Johnny, coming to join your tall new lover, your hand reaching for his.
âYouâre her new boss!â Mark insists.
âHyuck fucked our last bar manager,â Johnny points out.
âGuilty,â Hyuck smirks over the rim of his new shot.
Markâs still not having any of this situation. âThis is fucked up.â
âMark, Iâve told you a million times, itâs spooky season.â You canât help but giggle. This has been such a turn of events, but you wouldnât want it any other way.
âYou better not hurt her,â Mark says next, trying to meet Johnnyâs gaze even while substantially shorter.Â
âI wonât,â Johnny promises.Â
âThis is just-â Mark shakes his head. âFuck this, I need to sleep.â
âWe can move the party to my room,â Jaehyun says, already grabbing the bottle of tequila while Hyuck reaches for his bong.
Itâs clear Markâs done talking, and he collapses onto his bed face first like a tantruming toddler. Youâll discuss this with him another day, but you know now is probably not the time to push him to accept that his Big has a whole different side to him that Markâs never seen.Â
As you leave the room with Hyuck, Johnny and Jaehyun, Hyuck elbows you in the side. âI always knew youâd end up with one of us.â
âYeah?â you laugh, gaze shifting to Johnny and Jaehyun who walk a few feet ahead of you.
âOnce an NCT girl, always an NCT girl,â Hyuck nods. âAnd between usâŚâ he leans closer, âJohnny is a good one.â
Your Ghostie looks over his shoulder at you, and you meet his gaze with a smile. âHe is,â you agree. âHey, John?â
âYes, Tiny?â He stops at the door to the stairwell, holding it open and allowing you to catch up.
âI changed my mind, I think I am done with the party tonight.â
âYeah?â Johnny smirks. âGonna come back to my room?â
âIf you invite me.â
âTiny, my room has an open-door policy for you now.â
âIs that so?â you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.
âUh huh,â Johnny grins. âAnd free cuddles, anytime you want them.â
âI like the sound of that,â you confess.Â
âJust get married already!â Hyuck shouts back at the two of you as he climbs the stairs with Jaehyun.Â
You and Johnny can only laugh at Hyuck. Your willpower is completely gone, and you allow your Ghostie to take you back to his room.Â
He cuddles you close as the party dies down outside, and you find yourself slipping into the best sleep of your life on Halloween night with your Ghostie by your side.
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Youâve been dating Johnny for a month and a half and you still canât get enough of him. Whenever you pop over to the frat, itâs not long before one of you is dragging the other to his room. Thereâs never been sexual chemistry like there is for you and your Ghostie.
Youâd never thought your biggest hurdle in the workplace would be refraining from jumping your bar manager, but here you are, every shift, practically drooling over him. Each brush of his hands across your body as he moves behind you to grab something makes you want to tear his clothes off, and your patience is at an all-time low.Â
With Christmas fast approaching, the bar scene has substantially dwindled, and itâs making you even more needy. When Skeets only has a handful of customers, you fill drink orders while thinking about sucking on Johnnyâs cock.Â
It doesnât help that heâs started wearing a Santa hat- why does it make him even sexier?
As Johnny smiles and makes casual conversation with a pair of girls sitting at the bar, you do your best to calm yourself. At the end of the night, youâll be the one in Johnnyâs bed, you just have to get to closing.
You notice in the periphery of your vision that the girls are finishing up with their drinks. Johnny excuses himself to grab the card reader, and as he slips past your ass, you feel his hard cock in his jeans. Itâs difficult to stifle a moan, and you do so by biting on your lip.Â
He loves teasing you, especially while youâre at work, and it drives you absolutely mental.
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genre: age gap (10 years), porn with plot, affairs, forbidden romance, angst, mentions of suicide, mentions of drugs, tragedy, erotic literature
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You were young, alluring, floating through a disastrous life with the touch of a thousand angels. Carlos was successful, irresistible and someone who often kept a distance from catastrophe. Never in a million years did he think he would have a complete moment of weakness. Especially the week of his wedding.Â
nsfw warning under the cut!
18+... sexual tension, penetrative sex, dry humping, riding, size kink, oral sex (f and m receiving), semi - public sex, deepthroating, praise, fingering, handjobs, lots of dirty foreplay, slapping (like once AH), a bit of edging, overstimulation, a bit of crying, sucking on fingers, squirting - i should stop now, oh god. Â
inspired by this and this !
STOP AND READ:
This by no means - in any shape or form - is something that should be admired or looked up to. It does deal with serious topics such as: grooming, suicide, and drugs. While the reader is of age (19), this is not my way of impulsing my own readers - especially younger ones, if by any chance they come across this - to follow this mindset. Dark themes will take place and if that is not something you are comfortable with, then that is okay, I definitely have more light hearted fics in my masterlist. âLove storiesâ arenât always filled with flowers and rainbows, they can also be hurtful and confusing, often misunderstood. This is fictional. Given, this is inspired by Lolita and Blue Velvet by Lana Del Rey (*everyone cheers*) â what that means is that this story will not have a happy ending. Verses of Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov are also mentioned (extremely controversial book - as it should be).
cherry here!âŚhi, guys! i hope you all enjoy and iâm gonna do it now: IâM SORRY.Â
She was as dangerous as poison could ever be - with no good intentions. She was malicious, sweet laughter that would make anyone fall in love. An Angel walking on Earth, curiously making it her playground.Â
He was intelligent. A man of few words, but also simply so, the seven deadly sins all wrapped up in one. Keeping a distance from things he knew would bring him no good.
But in order to understand, we would have to take you back to where it all began.Â
Where Paradise met Hell.
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Growing up in Italy for some odd reason made you out to be the girl you were. Men there would throw themselves at any opportunity if they saw a single daisy looking girl in eyesight. At first it felt as if you were walking a tightrope; you knew it wouldnât be the wisest idea to fall straight into their traps. Except, slowly, it made sense.
They knew how to sweet talk someone so young and naive - youâll give them that. It only took one taste and that was the moment you knew.Â
You liked them older.
Men fucked in a way boys never would. Every single one would always put your needs first - but there was this one man that had you realizing how fucked up you could be in order to get what you want. Thatâs one prize youâd cheat to win.
And thatâs a story for later.
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Moving away for college was the best decision you felt you would ever make in your entire life. Given, Italy was home, but the people in it werenât. Often, you find yourself missing your rendezvous but studying abroad in Spain wasnât much different.
Note; you didnât grow up with a tight knit family. Your mother was a drug addict with half of her days knocked out on the couch, your father was someone who was occasionally in the picture. He tried his best.
And your older sister, Ollie?Â
Well, youâd honestly forgotten you even had one.Â
Some may say that youâre a whore, a slut, a homewrecker, or any other Spanish slur that spits Madrid, but you never cared. You were having fun and why were you the one always being blamed? Perhaps, men, too, should think with their heads rather than their dicks.
Which is how you find yourself still repeating the familiar pattern you had started a long time ago. Riding your professor shouldnât feel this good. Mierda, he would groan as you bounce up and down like a bunny. Mewling, you shake the feeling of remorse. Not when he felt this good.Â
Your phone ringing is what makes you stop, him still inside of you, twitching. Ciao? His calloused fingers would slide up to pinch your nipples as you lightly gasped.Â
âTesoro! Havenât heard your voice in so long.â
Your fatherâs tone makes you wince at the reminder. Occasionally, he would check up on you in a way you would assume other fathers did for their daughters. You could never hate him, though. In his own way, deep down, he still cared.
âPapi, how are you?â
Sliding off of his lap, you zip your dress back on as you pace the lecture room. Bored, he takes out his secret whiskey from under his desk. Your sister is getting married in a few weeks! I was thinking you could fly back home so you could join us. The thought alone made your stomach churn as you bit down onto your thumb. Signaling at the older man, you click your fingers, hinting for a glass of your own. He obliges, handing it to you.
âIâm busy with summer courses. Maybe I can send a gift?â
You try everything in the book in order to get out of what seems like a crappy, dull, Italian wedding. It had been ages since you last stepped foot there. In no right mind would Ollieâs wedding be the one to change that. But he says things that get to you. I havenât seen you in years. Neither has your sister. She misses you, you know?
You bite down on a snarky remark as you down the rest of the gold liquid. Last time you spoke, she promised that you were dead to her. That she never wanted to hear from you again. In the moment, it hurt, but you grew used to the idea. And what younger sister doesnât pick up on what older sister says? Now, you despised her as much as she did you.
âOvviamente. Iâll be there.â
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Itâs hot as soon as you land. That you didnât miss. Ale, your fathers chauffeur, picks you up with a bright smile. Saddened, it dawns on you that you hadnât seen one of those in ages. Heâs nice. Let's you sit in the passenger's seat as he introduces himself. He mentions he has 5 granddaughters and has been married for almost 50 years. Itâs sweet. Makes you feel human.
Pulling into the driveway, you almost want to correct him. This isnât my fathers house. You must be mistaken. Only, he says he isnât. That he had recently moved into his Italian mansion a year ago. Youâre skeptical for a minute, but realize you canât be one to tell. Years have passed; things change.
Still, that didnât stop you from gawking at the ginormous house that sits on a hill; overlooking all of Tuscany. It even had a beautiful view of the ocean. Why couldnât you grow up with this?
âIâll inform your father that you have arrived safely.â
Taking it all in, you slowly pace the entrance, analyzing everything in sight. The crystals hanging from the chandelier, large - expensive - portraits, shiny mirrors. Quirking your head to the side, you glide over to the golden trophy sitting in the middle of the spacious entry.
Carlos Sainz Sr. : Rally Driver of-
âThat belonged to my father. He passed away a year ago.â
Startled, you grip onto the trophy tighter as you slightly jump in panic. You curse yourself for being caught as you delicately place it back down before turning your attention to the booming voice.
Instantly, youâre hit with lust. Standing in front of you is a tall man - around his 20âs, perhaps - dark brown eyes narrowed down on you like knives. Messy, untamed, brown hair. Large nose, plump lips, dark brows. His figure is something you canât wrap your head around that even exists. Richard Mille's watch clung onto his wrist. Giorgio Armani pressed up against his chest, it almost looked as if it didnât fit due to his rippling muscles. Woody, rich, scent filling up the room.Â
He was the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on.Â
âI am so, so, sorry.â
Your voice is so soft, it has him intrigued. You wore a short pastel yellow dress that didnât leave much to his imagination; paired with converse and tube socks. Rosy tint on your cheekbones from the humidity. Berry lips. Wide, innocent eyes. Heâd be lying if he said you didnât take his own breath away. Even though you stood far enough away, he could still smell your vanilla perfume.Â
Inching closer, he waves you off. âI was kidding. My father is well and alive.â You tippy toe nervously before planting your feet back down.Â
âThatâs not a nice thing to say.â
And heâs surprised with your response. Yet, he finds himself extending his tan hand out to you. âIâm Carlos.â
Carlos. His name sounds as attractive as his appearance. Strong and sure. But alsoâŚdark. You shake his hand, legs quivering at his warm touch. Deep down, he knew how much he affected you - itâs something heâs grown quite accustomed to, having people admire his looks, but it took a lot to not show that you had the same effect on him.
âNice to meet you, Carlos. Do you work for my father?â
Amused, he lets out a deep chuckle. Even a simple sound like that had you pressing your legs together, arousal dripping in between.Â
âYou donât know who I am?â You shake your head, confused. Should you? He smiles. âThatâs okay. We havenât met beforeâŚThough you should get to know me since youâre already hereâŚâ
Wait.
âYou know,â he leans his head a bit, floppy hair following, âOllie.â
No, no, no.
âItâs so nice to finally meet my fiancĂŠeâs sister.â
Foolishly, you try your best to hide your surprise. How does a man like him end up with a bratty, narcissist, like your sister?
What was so fucking special about her?
Envy fills your veins as you try to show that this hasnât phased you. Excited cheers echo down the hallway as your father runs over, embracing you into a warm hug. Youâre here! Wincing, you lean into his touch, eyes still trained on the magnetic man.Â
Only then, did Ollie fly down the stairs, immediately running into Carlosâ arms. Making a big deal out of it, she kisses him as she runs her hands against his chest.Â
âCome here, tesoro. Iâll show you where youâll be staying.â
The entire time; Carlos kept his eyes trained on you.Â
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It didnât make sense. Part of you knows it never will. Youâve only just met him, but you can tell he mustâve been fucked in the head to willingly choose someone like Ollie. Sure, she seemed sweet and kind, but she was anything but that.Â
Dinner that night is carbonara. Carlos is extremely talented. He cooked this just for you. Tight lipped, you thank him, looking down at your plate to avoid his burning gaze.Â
âHowâs school?â
Turning to your father, you remind yourself that you were here for him; because he wanted you there. Thatâs all that should matter. âVery good. Thank you for asking, papi.â
The sound of glass hitting the table erupts as Carlos hurriedly goes to pick it up, quickly murmuring a strong apology. His dark gaze shortly flickers past you. It leaves you squirming.Â
Clearing his throat, he takes a sip of his wine. âWhere do you study?â Spain, you tell him as he beams. âNo way. I was born and raised in Madrid. Moved to Italy a few years ago for work.â Letting out a laugh, you find the coincidence funny. He moved from Spain to Italy and you moved from Italy to Spain.Â
âWhat do you do for work?â
âHeâs a Formula 1 driver. Drives for Scuderia Ferrari,â Ollie weasels in as she smirks down on you. Anger bubbles inside of her when your attention remains on the Spaniard. Drumming your fingers against the table, you lick your lips. Formula 1? Heâs about to explain it all up until Ollie butts in once again. She rubs his hand, a glistening ring shining right in front of you. You physically have to force yourself to look away. âOh, amor, she doesnât know what that is. Sheâs tooâŚyoung.âÂ
You know sheâs trying to make a weak point: youâre only a baby, therefore, you donât compare to her. And yes, you are young, 19, but it was stupid of her to think that it bothered you. You tsk before leaning back against your chair.Â
âOf course, my mistake. I forgot I was still a pure flower instead of a wilting one.â
Ollieâs face switches to bright red as she grips onto his hand. An entertained smile slips onto his lips before flattening back out. He rubs her hand, trying to calm her down. You canât stop the jealousy burning from within.
âI didnât mean you, Mr. Sainz.â
The 29 year old brushed you as if nothing, a smile displayed. Eyeing you both, Ollie suddenly stands up, chair screeching. Why donât you help me bring out the cookies I baked? Ever so gracefully, you nod. Following after her, you stop suddenly as she spins, hair slapping her face. âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing here? Are you here to ruin my life with your existence?â
âI might.â
Her left eye twitches as she growls angrily. If she didnât make it this easy to tick her off, then youâd be bored, but luckily for you, it was unchallenging to get under her skin. âThis is my wedding; my future husband - so donât fuck that up like everything else youâve ever done.â
You try to pretend as if her words didnât affect you as you stare back blankly. Marching over to the counter, she opens up a box of cookies before sliding them onto a polished dish, leaving you standing there alone.
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You thank the higher Gods for not letting you cross roads with Ollie for the next few days. Though, youâre a bit bummed out that you havenât seen Carlos much either. Peeking out the window, you could see the way a group of workers hurried to set up for the joint bachelorette taking place later that night, right on the beach. The waves look magnificent, so without a second thought, you slip on a bikini before rushing out the door with your necessities.Â
Lathering a goop of coconut sunscreen, you hum softly to yourself. Werenât you going out with your sister? Looking up, you see Carlos standing in front of you with his face slightly scrunched up from the bright sun. His cheeks looked as if theyâd just been pinched. âWhere to?â
He takes a seat next to you. âShe said she was going out to go buy a few flowers for later. Said she would invite you.â You shake your head, already bored with the idea.
âYou know her,â you tap your head, âForgetful.â
He cocks his head to the side as he shuts his right eye for a moment. âYou two donât get along, do you?â You try making up a silly excuse. Of course we do. Weâre sisters. But heâs looking right into your orbs as if he sees right past your weak attempts. âYouâre right. I could be wrong.â
It stays quiet for a while - only the soft breeze being heard. You can see him from your peripheral vision; eyes shut as he takes in the moment of peace he hasnât had since dawn. Long lashes fan his face, freckles scattered all over.Â
âArenât you too busy to be talking to me?â
âNo. Plus, I should take time to get to know my future sister-in-law. Especially since I don't know anything about her even after dating her sister for 7 years.â
7 years.
Squinting at the waves, you slide your sunglasses on. âThereâs not much to know, but I can try. Iâm 19 years old, studying abroad in Spain, and grew up in Italy. I love the ocean, love a nice cup of hot chocolate - even though Iâm allergic - so I only allow myself small sips during the winter. I like to pretend I know how to dance and I kill it in karaoke.â He laughs. You canât dance? âUnfortunately, I canât. Once, during my friend's wedding reception, I twirled right into her cake. I spent the entire day on supervision.â
âDios mĂoâŚRemind me to watch out for you on our wedding day.â
Our wedding day. His words slightly sting as you pinch your nose swiftly. Standing up, you brush beads of sand off your legs. Your eyes roam the area before you find your father waving you over. âI should go,â you say as you look down at him. His brown eyes scan you before nodding and standing up. He, too, looks over to where your father waits to introduce you to a group of businessmen. He frowns and that's when you realize just how revealing your bikini might have been, only it's too late now.
âPapi always taught us to greet our elders.â
He clenches his jaw, eyes closing for a second. When his gaze meets yours, you almost choke with how dark and twisted itâs become. âArenât you too old to be calling him that?â Confused, you tilt your head.
âCalling him wh- Papi?â
He grinds his teeth together - and then just like that - heâs smiling again.Â
âForget it. How would I know?â
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Standing next to an empty table, you watch as Carlos and your sister dance along with everyone else. This party has allowed you to pick up on the fact that they seemed to be a much more important couple than you had anticipated. Everyone looked at the Spaniard as if he were a God himself - and being quite truthful - you would agree. There was nothing about him that wasnât flawless.Â
Then, Ollie, just looked like any other person. Her eyes were bright, but any time anyone would walk up to him, her stare would become threatening. As if she was his owner and no one else could get close enough to breathe the same air.
Everyone here was older; that much you could tell. Attendees were accompanied by girlfriends or fiancĂŠeâs of their own. It made you feel a bit childish, since you clearly were the youngest one there. Reaching out for your margarita, you twirl the straw.
âNot having fun?â
Your attention directs itself to a dirty, blondish, brunette. He looks a bit tipsy, face flushed as he smiles sweetly. Heâs tall, handsome. But not as much as Carlos.
âMax,â he introduces himself. Politely, you shake his hand. He points to the large group that dances on the sand. He lets out a croaky laugh. âThey could get a bit much sometimes.â You laugh, nodding along with him. He continues talking to you. Brings up how he knows Carlos from driving with him; except heâs signed to Red Bull.
âEveryone here is invited only if they're a driver, huh?â Itâs a lame joke, but he laughs and throws his head back as if it were the most fascinating thing heâs heard all night.Â
âItâs a small circle, but I promise, they're all nice lads.â Discreetly, he takes in your appearance. The way your black dress dances with the wind. Painted red nails glistening under the golden lights.Â
You were beautiful. Tragically, beautiful.
âYou know the groom or the bride?â
âBride.â
He nods, taking a sip of the beer bottle he had been nursing. You both continue your conversation for a while longer. Heâs Dutch. Recently 26. You mention your headache before he brushes his fingers against your hand. Looking down, he pulls away before clearing his throat. He apologizes and asks if you would like to dance. A soft melody now plays and you find yourself taking his hand. It's big as yours disappears into it.
Almost as if heâs shy, he carefully slides his hands down to your waist. You giggle as you throw yours over his shoulders. âI hope slowing down helps get rid of your migraine. Sucks. I get lots of those during race weekends.âÂ
âIt is. Thank you for caring.â
Heâs sweet. You can tell with the way he blushes when you mention the way you like his dimples. Slowly, you find yourself enjoying his company. Youâre in the middle of laughing at some stupid joke he just told, when someone rudely clears their throat. Carlosâ smile appears bitter as he shakes his head.
âIâm sorry - Iâve probably killed the mood.â
âNo problem, mate. We were just talking.â
He clicks his tongue before turning to you. Under his scrutiny, you feel as if youâve just been caught smoking weed for the first time. Dazed, you hum, waiting for him to say something. You know itâs not your place to feel as if he owes you an apology, but you canât help it.Â
âOllie said itâs best if you went to bed.â You let out a sarcastic laugh. Since when does she care if I get a good night's rest? He huffs before running a hand through his hair. âShe - sheâŚJust do as youâre told, please.â
Now youâre bothered. Up until that point, you were actually having a good time. Dumbfounded, you turn to Max as he smiles understandingly. Pursing your lips, you apologize. Tippy toeing, you lean up to press a kiss against his stubble. He smiles.
âSee you around?â
âSee you around, Maxie.â
Walking into the lonely house, you let out a sigh as you pour yourself a cup of water. The summer heat had completely dehydrated you. You could still hear the soft beat playing from outside as you sway in the kitchen. You were upset - angry - that your sister had cut your night short. And any other time you would have put up a good fight, but thought itâd be best to not make a fool out of yourself. Especially in front of people you barely knew.
The door sliding open has you alert as you look up. Carlos silently makes his way in as he groans with exhaustion. Loopy eyes match yours as he clears his throat awkwardly. âSoâŚWhat were you talking about with Max?â
âNothing that should concern you.â
His jaw clenches, a large hand running along it. Stepping closer, he takes your cup of water before chugging it down. It leaves you hot and bothered just how close he is. Itâs a mixture of salt and musk, his scent. It makes your head spin. Lazily, he takes a step back before nodding.
âRight. Have a good night.â
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Carlos knew he had messed up. He had no right lying and saying Ollie had ordered for you to go to bed. That was completely him. Itâs just that - seeing you with Max, laughing, smiling, made him seethe - when he knows damn well that he shouldnât. It wasnât like he was your boyfriend, after all.Â
So, he was embarrassed. He kept his distance. In his head it made sense. If you werenât near then he wouldnât feel the need to keep his eyes on you all the time. The house felt lonelier, colder without you sliding down the hallways. Rightfully so, you had spent your days locked up in your room. The only person that made happy was Ollie.
Either way, maybe it was for the best. He had a ton of shit to do. Starting with changing their honeymoon destination for what seemed like the millionth time that month. First, it was the Maldives, then CancĂşn - God - he knew that in a few hours his fiancĂŠe would come up with a new place.Â
âI know, I know we said that, but itâs changed.â He paces the office, stressed. âCan you please just make it fucking happen?â
âOuch.â
Turning his attention, he sees you peeking at the entrance, phone still pressed up against his ear. Pouting, you enter, sweet aroma filling the room. Excusing himself, he ends the call. âNeed anything?â He honestly cared for your response. It had been days without seeing you and he was afraid he blew it before he even had a chance to marry your sister. He told himself it was only because he cared for your relationship with Ollie. But fuck that - he knew not even you both cared that much about each other.
Shaking your head, you walk closer. âYou sounded mean. Not a nice look on you, Mr. Sainz.â Youâre teasing. You had to be.Â
âThat wasnât mean. It's called being straight forward.â
Ignoring him, you curiously eye the dark office. Books, trophies, helmets. Letting out a snort, you pick up the nearest picture frame. In it, itâs Carlos and Ollie, smiling wide. Tears brim her eyes as he looks down at her. The sight makes you want to puke.Â
âWhen was this taken?â
âThe day of our engagement.â
You hum, already setting it back down. You canât help but picture the impossible. That in the picture it was you instead of her, that you wore that diamond ring, that he looked at you.Â
Fuck her, honestly.Â
âWhyâd you propose?â
Heâs thrown off by your question. Heâs expecting you to bring up the fact that it was a joke, but when you looked back for a response, he found himself with a dry mouth. Because I love her?
âJesus,â you shudder, taking a seat on top of his desk. His eyes wander down your tan legs as you rest them on top of his chair. You're playing mind games - heâs well aware -Â and still he found himself following them. You were the worst temptation out there. Itâs as if you knew the power you held. âI bet fucking her is a chore.â
Shocked at your words, he finds himself dumbstruck. He knew you two didnât get along, but what the fuck happened for you to aim such insults?Â
He knows Ollie. Sure, she was a bit much at times, but she was nice. She was pretty. There was no need for your vile words.Â
You can tell heâs about to get defensive about her and that makes you shrink. Willing, you had handed him a reason to choose her over you.Â
Looking back at the picture, you purse your lips. âSorry. That wasn't the right thing to say.â
âYou should leave.â
Youâre embarrassed over him kicking you out, but you knew you had crossed the line. So much for a peaceful afternoon. You comply, jumping off the desk. Not before making your way over, pressing your soft lips against his neck, which was the only place you could reach, even after tippy toeing. You felt him get stiff.Â
âExcuse my manners, Carlos.â
Skipping out the door, heâs left with a single thought.Â
Heâs fucked.Â
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The next morning, youâre forced to spend the day with your sister. Whether it was for running errands, fighting; it didnât matter. As long as you made your father happy. All he wanted was for his girls to get along.Â
âGo,â Ollie growls as she hands you your bridesmaid dress. Snatching it from her, you slowly climb up the stairs to your room.Â
Itâs a beautiful dress. Strong, dark, cherry red. Just like blood. It hugs your curves the way youâve always thought all dresses should. For that reason, too, it made you lookâŚolder. Trying your best to get rid of the wrinkles, you smooth it down before making your way back.Â
Papi loves it as he starts throwing out compliments. You look beautiful, tesoro! You are a true gem. His eyes are bright and proud as you stand there with a shy smile. And though you thanked him, nothing else mattered but the man right in front of you.Â
The Spaniard had just gotten back from a meeting. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to eat and sleep the rest of the day, but as soon as he saw a balsĂŠ Ollie and an eager father-in-law, he was interested. She had told him to go relax; practically pushing him away. But as soon as you walked down those stairs, he swore his heart had never melted with such a sight.Â
His eyes became fixated to the point of no return. You stand there like a divine temptress. A siren who was mixed with innocence. Enough to drool over, but also, to adore from afar. Someone he could worship. If God decided this were his last day on Earth, then he would happily follow, since he finally felt as if his life were complete.Â
His big brown eyes are glued onto you as your father spins you. Ollieâs attention flickers between her younger sister and her fiancĂŠ. Tears fill up her eyes as she springs off the couch. Youâre not bothered by it; donât even bat an eye. That is until Carlos quickly runs off after her. That was a slap to the face as you show off a wounded smile to your father who stands there lost at the sudden commotion.Â
Later on that day, you find yourself trying to forget it all with watered down tequila. Thatâs really all you could find in such short notice. Leaning against the balcony, you study the soft waves, cold wind causing your skin to flash small goosebumps.Â
âDisgusting,â you mumble as you finish the rest of the alcoholic drink. Who knew a simple encounter would set you off?
âWoah there. Are you okay?â
Max cautiously steps closer as you shrug with a sigh. What was there to say? Iâm a horrible person. Iâm a horrible sister. And yes, we might not get along, but never in a million years did I think I would be falling in love with my future brother-in-law.Â
âWhat are you doing up so late?â
Sheepishly, he raises his cigarette. Letting out a low hum, you raise a brow. âCan I have one?â He knows he shouldn't be the one to give a teenager a form of drug, but you looked so upset, so drained, that he felt as if you needed it. Lighting it up, you bring it up to your lips as you squint at him. He laughs.Â
âFirst time?â
âNo. Itâs just been a while.â
Youâre still not looking at him, but he notices the way you let out shaky breaths. The way you softly pinch your forearm. He frowns.Â
âI know we only just met, but do you want to talk about it?â
And maybe it was the gist of the moment. Or that he was being sweet - showing that he cared, but it worked because next thing you knew, you were kissing. He lets out an erotic moan with the taste of your lips. All a mix of cigarettes and tequila. This is wrong. He was friends with Carlos and you were only doing this in a moment of weakness, but you just couldnât stop. Neither could he. Not when you tasted like a thousand crimes.Â
His large hands grab your ass as you gasp, brushing against his cock. He hissed as he pressed his lips much harder. Surely, you will have bruises tomorrow. Adrenaline rushes through your veins as you grind against him. Clumsily, you both make your way to the couch thatâs nearby. Straddling him, you continue to dry humping. Slowly, but surely, the warm sensation between your legs starts to form. Panting, you pull away as he tries to angle his face closer to yours. You smile tauntingly.Â
âYou know what you remind me of?â
You hum, leisurely picking up your filthy actions. He bites back a smile as he grips harder onto your hips.Â
âA Lolita.â
A menacing smile looks down at him before you kiss down his thick neck, soft bites being left behind. You canât recall the moment you start bouncing on his cock, or when he sprawls you open like a map, kneeling down in front of you. Itâs all a haze; a delicious one, too. Youâre falling like a feather from your climax when you hear a thud. Did you hear that? No, he would mumble as he peppers kisses onto your soft skin.Â
The tides are crashing harder now, signaling that the night was growing older. Timidly, you share a goodbye as you start to skip your way back into your room, but one last thing caught your attention.
A broken flower pot on its side and dirt trailing into the Italian home.Â
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More days had passed since your last encounter with the devilish Spaniard. If you were ever in the same room, he wouldnât even glance at you. He would simply just walk past by. He was mad. Upset about something. You tried to think of what it mightâve been, but when he walked into his office with an infuriated expression, you decided it was time to call a truce.Â
Knocking, you flinch at his sharp tone when he commands you away. Ignoring it, you still step in. Head thrown against his chair, man spreading, he has his eyes screwed shut.
âAre you okay?â
Your tone is sticky like honey. It annoys him the way it strings him in. Drumming his finger against the large chair, he angles his head to look at you. Youâre almost scared to ask again, so you decide to stand still until he speaks up.Â
âWhyâd you do it?â
Puzzled, you purse your lips, waiting for further explanation. What was he talking about? Did you do something to make him upset? The thought alone made you feel queasy. When he notices you still donât understand, he clicks his tongue.Â
âWhy would you fuck a friend of mine?â
Oh. Was it possible that this was something he was jealous of? Bewildered, you know you canât deny it so you start to word-vomit. I am so sorry, Carlos. He came onto me that night - he kissed me first. I was confused. I was lured in by his words. I didnât know what I was doing-
His eyes soften up as you try your best to break it down. But you were a liar; a good one. You knew damn well it was all you. You had kissed him first. You threw him under the bus and you knew that. Did he deserve it? No. Of course not. But you couldn't handle the Spaniard being mad at you.
He signals for you to get closer. Securely, he grasps your hand and hauls you onto his lap. Itâs embarrassing how wet youâve suddenly become; how your mind replicates a plate of jello.Â
âIâm sorry he made you feel like that.â
His rough fingers slide up and down your arms and even that leaves you buzzing. Suddenly, you feel feeble. You assure him that you were fine - that it was no big deal. The way he looks at you is what gives you the confidence to lean in closer. A trace of panic slashes his face for a second. He should probably stop this before anything else happens. There was nothing okay about your ass pressed up against him. Or him craving to taste your plump lips.Â
âHe didnât make me feel anything I haven't before.â
Your implication irks him far too much, he starts to consider this all an unhealthy encounter. He canât stop the images of you being with other men. Someone else kissing you, pleasuring you. Whilst your words were suggestive, your features were anything but that. Wide eyes stare back at him, slightly crinkled. Moving your body, you scoot closer as if you weren't already. He growls as he pinches your hip. Then, you're kissing his neck, and he should be pushing you off, but heâs too far gone to pick up on how wrong this all was. Iâm sorry Iâve upset you, Mr. Sainz. I didnât think you would care who fucked me or not.
âI-I donât. Itâs just that you shouldn't be doing stuff like that. Youâre too young for all that.â
âThatâs where youâre wrong.â You narrow your eyes. âIâm wiser than one might think. Iâm mature enough to know who can and canât fuck me the way I like.â Your gaze focuses extra hard with your confession. As if it were meant for him.
Pressing your ass one last time against his tight pants, you leap off, giggling.Â
âTake care, Carlos.â
-
It's a business dinner, your father fills you in as you sit nearby, enjoying a bowl of ice cream, hairollers dangling around your head. Pouting, you reach up to clip one back into place. He smiles.
âYou know, lots of young, talented guys are going to be here. It could be a great opportunity to meet someone.â
You make a face at his idea. âYeah. No, thank you.â Marching over to him, you gently pat his cheek. âIâm not here to meet anyone.â
Signhing, he grabs your hands. âCan I ask you something?âÂ
âSure.â
âAre you and CarlosâŚâ Choking on your own saliva, you push away. What? No. Of course not! Why would you even think that? He lets out a breath of relief. âItâs nothing. Ollie just brought it up, but I told her you would never actually do something like that. I know my precious girl.â
The door creaks open as Satan herself walks in, followed by an Angel. First thing you noticed are their intertwined hands. Ollie tries to be coy as she flashes the action right in front of you. She mainly greets your father as she sticks by Carlos like a piece of gum. Hello, he would say to you as you bite back a smile.
âWhat are we talking about?â
âYour sister might have a boyfriend by the end of the night, that's what,â your father jokes as you slap his shoulder. Boyfriend? The Spaniardâs eyes burn you, subtle threat evident. Ollie fakes a smile as she tugs him back a bit.
âWow. You know what? That might actually be a good idea. Could help with how uptight you are. But Iâm confused, boyfriend as in Max?â
Fury fills you as you shoot daggers right at her. Ollieâs eyes twinkle with satisfaction. Youâre dating Max? âOf course not, papi! Ollie is just being a bitch.â
âNo, no, no - I donât think telling the truth is being a bitch. You should be happy, baby sister! You sure sounded like it when you let him fuck you out in the balcony.â
Shocked at her words, you canât bring yourself to look at your father who stands disappointed. Ollie, that's enough, Carlos warns as he squeezes her hand. She yanks it away, jewelry clinging against each other.Â
âMy bad. Shit, I forgot. I forgot no one knew what a slut you are. Opening your legs for any man around you. Weâre lucky youâre not attracted to your own father.â She lets out a sour laugh. âNow, that would be fucked up.â
âThatâs low, Ollie,â you spit, skin feeling as if it's on fire. You know where all this pent up anger is coming from, but she had no right to make up shit for fun. What kind of sister does that? Embarrassed, your eyes flicker to where Carlos stands with a hopeless expression. Licking your lips, you force yourself to walk away.
Slamming the door shut, you let out a loud scream. Why? Why was she always like this to you? A hard knock is what makes you wipe your tears away. Ollie slithers her way in. It hurt you how proud she looked. As if she had achieved something spectacular.Â
âThe fuck - Are you crying?â
âWhat do you want?â
She takes a seat on your desk as she dusts off imaginary lint. âI just want to talk. The way sisters do.â
Ricocheting off the bed, you march over to her as you glare. âSisters? No. Youâre nothing of mine.â Ollie yawns as she rubs her eyes. Then, she clears her throat.
âDo you want to know why I hate you? Youâre so stupid you probably donât even know, but donât worry - thatâs what older sisters are for. Iâll explain it to you. Do you remember, Romeo?â
You do. It hits you all at once; the memories of the first man you ever slept with. He was nice - kind enough to teach you what a man likes. He had jet black hair, a smirk always lingering on his lips. He was tall and a local from where you grew up. He was the perfect experience.Â
But that still didnât make any sense. What did he have to do with Ollie?
She lets out a wet laugh. Already, you can see her own tears as she tries to quickly wipe them away.Â
âI loved you; I did. You were my sister before my enemy. But I also loved him. He was my first love. Promised me a home high up in the hills. But do you know what it feels like to see someone you love fuck your little sister against a wall?â
We probably shouldnât-
Donât worry. Iâve got you. No ones going to see us. Men love a good thrill.
âYou and himâŚâ
She licks her chapped lips. âWe had barely started dating.âÂ
âI didnât know - I swear to God, I didnât know!â
If you had, you never wouldâve looked his way. Ollie was everything to you growing up. You admired her. Loved her. Thatâs why it broke you when she started pushing you away as if you were some disease. Later, when your parents got a divorce, she didnât second guess it when she made the decision to stay behind; causing you to leave with your mother. She never cared for you after that and you never knew why.
But now you did.
âI was youngâŚYounger than I am now, how was I supposed to know?â
âWell, Iâm glad we agree on something. You truly donât know anything.â Strolling over to you, she smiles at your desperate state. âWhich is why Iâm not making the same mistake twice. Stay away from my husband.â
-
Ollieâs words felt as if they had opened up past scars. You meant what you said. Romeo would have been someone you would have disregarded if you had known the truth. But like always, you were the one with the entire blame and that you didnât like.
Despite wearing a pretty dress - one that everyone gawked at you for - you felt ugly. Has it always been this way? Maybe it did make sense as to why she despised you. Playing with your bracelets, you try to pretend youâre interested in meeting your fathers investors. You feel completely exposed when they all stare straight at your chest area.
âHow are we all doing?â
They all look up at the Spanirad as they start spitting out their congratulations for his upcoming wedding. He thanks them before checking up on you. His eyes connect with yours. Butterflies swirl inside your stomach as you smile weakly. Heâs the first one to truly talk to you that night. To show he cares about your wellbeing rather than the way your dress fits you. Though, you looked stunning as always. Excusing yourself, you make your way into the kitchen, looking for something stronger.
Serving yourself a shot of vodka, you throw your head back, burning sensation sliding down your throat. Coughing, you grip onto the counter. Soft moans whisper in between the walls. You stop breathing for a minute as you try your best to identify where it might be coming from. Striding closer, you press your ear against the closet door. Fuck, a mans voice groans. This is not something you should intervene with, it's not your right, but that all changes when you hear a name that makes you burn all over again. So fucking tight, Ollie.
Pushing the door open, you see your sister banging one of your fathers investors. Ben, you think his name is. Honestly, you could care less. Briskly, she pushes her gown back down as he zips his pants. You let out a cold laugh as you clap in amusement.
âOh, God. This is great. Amazing. You really outdid yourself, Ol.â
Stepping forwards, she grabs your arm harshly as she tugs you out. âHow much did you see?â
You purse your lips as you theatrically scrunch your face up in pleasure. âOh, Ben! Fuck me! Oh, oh, yes, baby, right there!â You bow. âThat much.â
âHow old are you, sweetheart?â The brunette says as he scans your body. Ollie glares at him as he steps back.
âNot a word of this to Carlos.â
âWhy would I keep this a secret? He deserves to know. What do you think, Benny?â
Panicked, the older man shakes his head as his eyes plead for mercy. Thatâs enough. Raising your hands up in defense, you grin back at Ollie. âYouâre not mentioning anything if you know what's good for you.â
âOh, yeah?â You tilt your head back. âAnd whatâs good for me?â
âIf you tell him anything of what you just heard - saw - then Iâll just tell him how youâve been bending over for every man in this house. Charles, Lando, Lewis, PierreâŚyou name it.â
âHe wonât believe youâŚâ
She laughs sinisterly. âNo, I think he will. I meanâŚYouâve already done it before.â
âHey,â his soft voice enters the room as you turn to look at him. The Spaniardâs eyes dance between you and your sister and Ben. âIs something wrong?â
Ollie shakes her head with a bright smile as she walks up and kisses him. You flinch. âNothing, amor. We were just talking.â She runs her hands through his hair as his eyes remain on you.Â
âAre you okay?âÂ
Nodding, you grind your teeth together. âYes. Ollie was just introducing me to Ben.â Awkwardly, the man waves from behind you. Slowly, Carlos nods.
âPapi asked me to introduce them. You know - with the whole âboyfriendâ thing!â
âHe was serious about tha- Oh. Okay.â He reaches down to take your sister's hand as he eyes you and Ben. âWe should probably leave you two alone then.â
Hastily, you nod. âSure.â
-
If you were willing to try and fix your relationship with Ollie before, then that was long gone. This is what you knew her for. A pretender. She wistfully makes everyone believe sheâs some sort of saint, when really, sheâs a wolf in sheep's clothing. Sheâs a hypocrite. She has a man that everyone desires and she does this?Â
You hated her.
You hated seeing the way she beams when Carlosâ mother gives her a necklace that belonged to her own mother. She didnât deserve it. Or the way his sisters helped her slip in and out of her dress, making sure it's perfect for the big day.
Still, you try your best to be a supportive sister. Especially around the woman who raised a man like Carlos. Biting down on your lip, you take a sip of your champagne as Ollie disappears behind the curtains with the lady who is taking some last minute measurements. Reyes smiles warmly.
âWe didnât know Ollie had a younger sister.â
You smile. âBest well kept secret, right?â The older lady laughs. Your heart warms up as you notice it's the same way Carlos does. Ana and Blanca grin.
âWell, weâre glad to finally get to know you. Might I add, youâre beautiful. Those eyes!â
âThank you,â you blush.
Ana takes a sip of her drink before clicking her fingers. âThatâs what you remind me of! You - Carlos - almost have the same puppy eyes!â She turns to her mother. âMamĂĄ! Whatâs that saying? Soulmates look alikeâŚSomething like that, no?â
âBe quiet, Ani,â Blanca hisses before smiling apologetically. âExcuse her - she can be a bit invasive.â
âNo problem,â you reassure as you bite back a smile. Ana frowns.
âLo siento, I donât mean to come off as overbearing. Itâs just that you doâŚâ
Reyes clears her throat as she winks over at her daughter. âDonât misunderstand us, please. We love Ollie, we do! Itâs justâŚyouâre different.â She examines you. âI like you.â
Their words stick with you like a post it. Do soulmates look alike? Playing with the sand, you circle your finger agonizingly slow. Why did their words matter so much to you?
âI always find you alone.â
You stick your tongue out at Carlos as he chuckles at your childish behavior. You pat the sand, inviting him to join you. What are you doing out here? You point at the ocean. âI told you it was my favorite place.âÂ
âAh. I see.âÂ
You sneak in a quick look before looking straight ahead. âNervous?â
âAbout?â
âMarrying a monster.â
He gives you a deadpan look, bumping his shoulder to yours. âSheâs not that bad, you know.â He glances at you. âOllie has been there for me through so much. Through my failures. Through my accomplishments. Sheâs the one who convinced me not to quit racing.â
âYou were thinking of quitting?â
He nods. âItâs not as easy as it looks. It fucks you up mentally. But sheâŚâ He smiles. âShe helped me overcome that. I thank her everyday for it.â
Itâs a bittersweet feeling hearing him talk about her like that. On one hand, youâre thankful that she had made him realize that he should carry on doing what he loved. On the other, you knew her true reasons. She loved having a famous fiancĂŠ; someone she can brag out to the rest of the world.
Somewhere, far away, you hear a melody. Itâs low enough that if you didnât pay close attention, you wouldnât catch on to it, but you did. You grab his hand, leading him to stand up. He quirks a full brow.Â
âWant to dance?â
âI thought you said you didnât know how to.â
âNice memory, old man.â You gently kick some sand towards him. âBut I feel like dancing. Plus, you should be practicing.â
Tugging you closer, he hums. âAlright. Only because that's true.â
His hands feel warm against you - so much so - it feels as if heâs on fire. An ease comes to it, too, as you both sway under the moonlight. You giggle when he spins you, dress flying around you like petals. The way you grin makes his heart speed up in a way heâs never felt before. Itâs alarming. He pinches your hip as you yelp.
âMentirosa.â
âWha- No, Iâm not! Canât dance to save my life.â Clumsily, you dig your toes into the sand. He winces playfully.Â
The air grows heavy the moment he brushes your hair behind your ear. Your eyes flutter shut as you lean against his warm hand. One look, and heâs hooked. Itâs meant to be something lighthearted, but the way he wishes to feel your soft lips against his indicates that itâs not. Heâs tried his best to see you for what you are; his fiancĂŠeâs little sister. Someone he shouldnât find himself caring if they slept well, ate their three meals a day, or that they didnât talk to any other man that wasnât him or your father. This was sick and twisted and yetâŚ
His lips meet yours as your eyes spring open for a nanosecond before letting yourself go under. It feels as if youâre exploding like firecrackers on a Fourth of July. Something about the way he cradles your face endearingly has your head spinning. Knees become weak, but his grip is secure. Itâs better than you could have ever imagined. His tongue fights for dominance and when you donât give it to him, he squeezes your ass. Moaning, you open your mouth and that's all it took. He kisses you the way youâve seen in movies - only better. Heâs hungry - desperate - for you as you smile against him. Biting down on his bottom lip, he groans as he kisses you harder than before. You were beginning to think your lips were about to snap.Â
Letting go, he stands there, staggered. Heâs ashamed when he realizes that he regrets nothing. You both stay quiet; only waves crashing and heavy pants being heard. At first you think heâs going to apologize, and maybe that might have been the case, but no words would come out. Pressing a peck against his swollen lips, you smile.
âGoodnight, Carlos.â
-
Carlos rues the day that he kissed you because that only made things more complicated. He couldnât find a way to not look for you when he walks into the garden, full of family and friends. Or the way he would want to punch Max when he made you laugh. But there is also something sweet. Like the way you would gossip with his sisters and share stories with his parents. He had never seen them laugh and smile so much, not even with Ollie.Â
He flinches at the cold hand that wraps around his own. Faking a smile, he presses a soft kiss on top of his fiancĂŠeâs head. Continuing the clicking against her glass, she smiles widely.Â
âGrazie a tutti per esservi uniti a noi!â
Everyone claps and a few of the drivers whistle. Rolling your eyes, you lean your head against your fatherâs shoulder. His heart skips a beat. Ollie continued her speech filled with thank youâs, thank youâs and more thank youâs. Your father kissed your cheek before making his way up to his eldest. Taking the microphone from Ollie, he starts to share warm felt memories about her. You have to admit, youâre jealous about their bond. Somewhere in the past, that had been viciously stolen from you. He notices the way you shrink with sadness and he finds himself about to walk over to you when Ollie laughs awkwardly. Amor. Itâs your turn.
âRight.â Fixing his rolled up sleeves, he smiles at the crowd of guests. âUhâŚWell like my fiancĂŠe said, weâre extremely happy to have you all here. It takes a lot to get this many people out here all at once.â A few laughs echo as he continues. âThis means a lot to me, too, to have my friends and family. To have met new faces.â His gaze flickers past you as your breath hitches. âMany ask me what about Ollie made me fall in love with herâŚAnd Iâm here to be as brutally honest as I could get. I love the way she makes me feel as crazy as the ocean. I could spend calm days with her and not worry about getting bored. Or I could find myself getting into trouble. Ollie has made me a better man. Because of her I know what true love isâŚâ His loopy eyes meet yours. âTrue love are the waves that meet the shore.âÂ
He lets out a sheepish smile. I want love like that, Lando yells out as he downs his glass of milk. Everyone claps and cheers and thatâs where your nightmare begins.Â
Letâs give it up for the happy couple! Kiss, kiss, kiss!
The chants continue as Carlos let out a nervous laugh. Thatâs something private between me and her, he tries but finds himself being booed. Leaning down, he pulls Ollie in for a peck before pulling away with a tight lipped smile. He hates himself for his sudden realization.
Kissing her suddenly did feel like a chore.
With all the whoops and whistles being thrown out by friends, he finds himself trying to find you. It doesnât take long as he notices you had picked up on your conversation with the Dutchman. His jaw clenches.Â
âMaybe Ollieâs younger sister would like to share a few words.â
Why would he say that? Frozen, you choke mid sip. Me? Your father beams as he nods excitedly. Oh! Thatâs such a great idea! Unfamiliar faces turn to look at you as they wait. Taking in a deep breath, you nod as you make your way over.
As he hands you the microphone, he canât stop himself from grazing his fingers against your hand. Coughing, you yank it fast.Â
âCiao a tutti.â Everyone greets you back as you lick your lips. You take a moment to figure out what to say, but thereâs not much. Cringing, you try to come up with anything. âAs some may know, Iâm Ollieâs sisterâŚAnd I could go on forever about how great she is-â You suppress a sarcastic laugh as Carlos knowingly winks. Your nerves ease up. âBut I think I should talk about the man who makes my sister the happiest. Carlos SainzâŚWhen I first met you, you seemed uptight - more than the Grinch - but slowly I got to know the man that even my papi swoons over.âÂ
True, your father laughs. âYouâre kind, respectful, and charmingâŚOllie is one very lucky girl. But thereâs something also sensitive inside of youâŚDespite the permanent frown on your face, you still seem to like days by the ocean. Maybe it's a reminder that peace still exists or maybe it's the wayâŚâ Looking up, you see everyone staring deeply. Suddenly, you feel like this might be oversharing as you twirl your dress. â...Or maybe it's the way your face lights up when you take my sister dancing on the sand. UhâŚThank you for making her happy.â Handing the mic back to Carlos, you smile weakly at the strong claps.Â
âThat was quite sentimental,â Max points out as you bite down on your finger. Was it too much? He shakes his head. âDonât worry. It looks like you and Carlos get along well enough. I, for sure, thought he hated you with the way he looks at you.â
âOh. Yeah.â You pause. âI thought so, too.â
-
Aside from the fact that the wedding was approaching quickly, the mansion was quiet. The silence can almost be heard; it's scary. Carefully, you fix your dress as you skip down the stairs barefoot, lollipop painting your lips red.Â
Peeking around the corner, giddiness fills your body as you snatch a handful of pre-washed cherries. Earlier that day, your father had scolded you for finishing the new batch. Popping them into your mouth, you hum a song as you kick your legs against the kitchen counter. It creeps you out the moment a chill runs down your spine. As if someone were watching.
âBoo!â
âSanta mierda,â you yelp as you clutch your heart. Laughing loudly, the Spaniard bends over as he gasps for air. You pout and kick his knee. âCabrĂłn, you scared me! Warn a girl!â
âFuck - Iâm sorry.â His lips form a thin line as he stands firm. Slowly, the corners lift up, wobbly at his poor attempt to not burst out laughing. You frown.
âYouâre fucked up.â
Again, his laughs echo the dimly lit kitchen. âCan I have some?â
âNo. Theyâre mine. Grab your own.â
He narrows his eyes. âArenât you on cherry prohibition or something like that?â You gasp as you look around before flipping him off.
âKeep your voice low or papi will disown me!â
He zips his lips as he whispers. âI wonât tell a soul. But I want one of those in exchange.â
Tapping your finger against your lip, you pretend to think about it before nodding. You extend your hand out, a single red cherry for him. Youâre waiting for him to take it and leave to where he came from, but what he does instead has you swallowing a lump down your throat.
Crouching down, he opens his mouth as he picks up the cherry, lips slightly wrapping around your fingers. This was triggering you as you tried your best to keep sane. But there was no way of going about that when he looked up at you with deep, brown eyes. Licking the red juice sliding down your hands, he steps back. He licks his lips before swallowing. It amazes you the way his Adamâs Apple jumps up and down; thick neck begging to be sucked on.
âFucking delicious.â
Blinking, you look down at the rest of the cherries in hand. All of a sudden they seemed like a sultry fruit rather than a drupe.Â
âWouldnât you agree?â
âOf cours-s-e.â
Stupefied, you throw the leftovers straight into the trash bin. You had no clue what made you do that. A small chuckle escapes past his lips as you shut your eyes in embarrassment. Maybe they werenât as sweet as you made them seem. Too mortified to speak, you keep your eyes focused on the way your feet hit the wood as a distraction. It takes all of you to not run away as he steps closer once again.
âIs there something in that dirty little mind of yours?â
The room feels hot all of a sudden as you shake your head. Thereâs no words in your vocabulary when he stands this close. You can smell his cologne mixed with shampoo. If richness were a scent then this would definitely be it. His hands cage you in like a butterfly behind glass. Clicking his tongue, he steps aside as you let out a shaky breath. Taking the opportunity, you jump off the edge, bare feet slapping against the cold tiles. Cuidado, he mutters when you almost slip from the sudden action.Â
âIf you need anything Iâll be upstairs.â
Not sure why you said that, but it seemed like a rationalized excuse. Por supuesto. And that would have been the end of your night. That would have been another successful day of not falling for the forbidden apple. You had held out for so long; the kiss didnât count. But it only takes a few steps for him to clear his throat. Almost as if this were your secret language, you spin and you find him staring after you; dazzling eyes following your every movement as if heâs trying his best to decipher anything you do.
Smiling wide enough for your eyes to look as if they had a smile of their own, you think - fuck the consequences - as you clumsily run up to him; jumping like a kid onto a tree. Legs wrap around his torso and his hands hold you close to him.
âDo you-â
âYes,â he whispers. âSince the first day you walked through those doors: yes.â
If you had thought you were obsessed with his kisses before, you were wrong. So very wrong. Because now you were addicted. He kisses you with urgency as you run your hands through his locks, so soft against your fingers. He grunts when you tug on it.Â
His kisses were stimulating enough for you to plead for something. Anything. Smirking, he pecks your nose before leading you both upstairs. It amazed you how he could continue kissing you as he hurried to get to the bedroom. Noticing him making his way into his and Ollieâs, you pull away. Thereâs no way you would let him do that. You spin your finger lazily through his hair.
âHow about mine?â
He doesn't care if he fucked you against the floor, he needed you. Kicking the door shut, he throws you onto your bed as you squeal. He smiles fondly as you brush your hair out of your face. Heâs had his fair share of girls. Models, nepo-babies, Ollie, but none of them compare to you.Â
He was almost scared of touching you again, even though thatâs exactly what he wanted. Doe eyes stare back at him as his cock gets harder at the sight. Ollie had always tried her best to look at him that way, but you didnât even have to try. It naturally happened. Nothing about this felt forced.
You look untouchable. Like a complete goddess waiting to be ruined. Carlos, you would say as you squeeze your tits, eyes struggling to stay open. Carlos, please. Donât be mean. Towering over you, he shakes his head.
âLinda, I could never be mean to you.â
Slipping your dress off, he groans when he sees you werenât wearing anything underneath. He shuts his eyes as he tries to not finish inside his pants, which by the way, were starting to hurt. He pinches your nipple before slapping your tits. You hiss.Â
âPlease tell me you did this for me and no one elseâŚâ
âYou know itâs always been for you.â
With that, he stands up as he yanks his shirt off; jeans and boxers following right after. A bit worried, you find yourself staring at his rock hard dick. You had never been with some as big as him; it kind of looked as if it would split you right open. That didnât stop you from wanting it, though.
âDonât worry. Iâll prepare you nice and good, cariĂąo.â
His lustful tone snaps you out of it as you nod. His fingers rub your wet folds as you cling onto his bicep. C-Carlos. âI know, baby, I know,â he coos as he focuses on the way your face pinches. He slowly starts slipping his finger in as you gasp at the thickness. So big and long. He chuckles. âOh, come on now. Itâs not even fully inside of you yet.â
Stunned, you look down and sure enough, it isnât. You almost cry out when you notice itâs barely even the tip. âI donât think itâs going to fit.â He kisses your temple as he slips his finger back out.Â
âLetâs start off with something else then.â
You almost pass out when he angles himself in front of your pussy. Glistening clit stares back at him as he moans. So pretty, he thinks as he touches you slowly. He stops himself, though, as he goes in for kitten licks instead. You squirm. His large hands pushed you down against the bed, to keep you in place.Â
âDo you want me to make the ache in between your legs go away?â
âYes.â
His pink tongue teases you as he hums. You bite down sharply. âYouâre going to have to stay still. Relax, bonita.â Following instructions, you close your eyes, trying your best to not think of the handsome Spaniard. As if that were possible. Impressed, he leans in again as he licks you, picking up your pre-cum. Oh, fuck.Â
Then itâs almost as if Carlos is taken over by something as he dives in like some animal. His stubble burns your legs, but youâre too fucked out to even care. Youâre sure you're being loud, but how can you not be when he licks and sticks his tongue inside of you, exploring places you never knew existed. You choke back a moan when he rubs his nose against your clit, only adding to the euphoria.Â
âYes. Oh. Fuck, yes.â Looking down at the brunette, you find him taking in your appearance as he rubs himself against the sheets; a way to try and pleasure himself. And thatâs enough for you to cum all over his face. He smiles as he greedily tries to drink up everything you give him. He knows he lost control, but he loves the way you were able to keep up. To take everything he gave you.
And that was only going to multiply.
âYou taste so fucking sweet,â he groans in between your legs, picking up the white nectar. Crying out, you push his face away as you gasp for air. He sucks your tits as you take a break. His tongue swirls around your bud as you wiggle against him like a fish that jumped out onto land. He laughs. âCan you handle my fingers, now?â
No, you whisper as you push him away. But he knows youâre giving up too soon. He knows thereâs an animal inside of you and heâs just waiting for it to decide to join him. He ignores you as he slides his fingers down to your center. You mewl against him. âHey, hey, I got you, cariĂąo. Iâm right here.âÂ
His voice makes you clench harder against his fingers as he grins like a kid at a candy store. Slowly, you start dripping more than before, making it easier for his fingers to slide in and out of your hole. Can you handle a third? âYes,â you respond, eyes still screwed shut. Hot air hits your ear.
âThere she isâŚGood girl. Justo asi.â
Picking up speed, his fingers reach the gummy part inside of you as you scratch his arms in an attempt to remind yourself to not black out. His long fingers cross, doing figure 8âs as he touches your g-spot as if he knows your entire body better than any map. Leaning up, he bites down onto your nipple before sucking hard. You should be embarrassed with the way you squeal and shake against his actions, but he just made it so hard not to. Much to your surprise, if you dare believe it, he does the thing you last expected.
He adds a fourth digit.
âNo, no, no,â you pathetically chant as your eyes fly open. He cocks his head to he side as he clicks in tongue as if seeing you struggle filled him with pride.Â
âAh, ah, ah. Just trust me; do you trust me?â
He didnât need to ask because he knew you did. I do, you whimper out as you start grinding against his fingers. Amazement fills his dark eyes as he looks down to where you clench around him, juices sliding down his arm. It only takes a couple of more swirls before your shriek, velvety walls clenching around him as you reach your climax.Â
Bringing his fingers up to his mouth, he licks your cum as if it were a meal heâs dreamed of having his entire life. Your mouth hangs open as you watch him lick them clean. Youâre sure heâs going to fuck you now, but that flies out the window as he lays down as he drags you onto his face.
This man had stamina. Lots of it. You're trying to beg for a break of some sort. I can suck your dick. Give you a handjob. Just please let me rest. But he wasnât even listening.Â
Maybe somewhere deep down, he knew this would be the only night he would have you to himself and if that meant no pauses, then he would push all your buttons.
Like a starved man, he starts licking you all over as you grind against his face. The way he sucks on your clit and adds his fingers make you squeal as you push down harder. His nose rubs against you in such a way, it has you seeing stars. He seems to be enjoying that though, as his moans vibrate against you. Biting hard onto your lip, you try to distract yourself as you reach behind you for his rock hard cock. The moment your small hand wraps around him, he growls like a lion.
Smug over his reaction, your hand slowly starts jerking him off as he eats you out with more urgency. It takes all of you to control your actions as he shakes his face in between your legs. S-slow down, Carlos. He grunts as his actions speed up, but so does your hand. Gripping onto his erection much harder, you furrow your brows as you twist your wrist. Choking on your juices, he opens his eyes wide, whimpers flying past his lips.
Smiling down like the devil, you nod as your hand picks up its pace. Now it's his turn to be groaning with pleasure. He seems to have forgotten what he was doing as he takes in strong whiffs of your aroma. You shudder when his warm breaths escape to warm up your dripping pussy.
His cock twitches and he seems to snap right back into it; already diving back into your hole. Lurching forward, you grip onto his hair as the other remains wrapped around him. Itâs a game to see who can make the other cum first, and you were not about to be the loser.Â
Lively, you circle your thumb around his pink tip as he groans and finishes all around your hand. Sucking hard, he bites gently onto your clit as you screech and trap his head between your thighs. Shaking, you twitch against him as you reach your third orgasm that night. Huffing, you roll off him as he laps his tongue.
The way he looks at you makes you want to ride his face all over again, but you know you needed a break if you didnât want the night to end so soon. Kneeling in front of him, you raise your ass up high as you lean down to wrap your lips around his cock. He flinches, slightly sensitive, but doesnât dare push you away. Instead, he rubs your face with his calloused thumb; encouraging you. There's something so hot about the way your lips stretch around his fat cock. The way drool exits your mouth, messy blots of mascaras on the corners of your eyes.
Light of my life. Fire of my loins.
Gagging around him, you squeeze your eyes shut, feet curling up along the way. For sure, your throat would be bruised tomorrow, but you didnât mind. In fact, you wanted that. Deepthroating him as best as you can, your small hands wrap around the rest of his length. He was huge. Dirty slurps bounce off the walls. You try your best to not pull away when you feel his sticky pre-cum connect inside your throat. Not when he looked so good with his head thrown back. His thick neck is a clear display. With his large hands wrapped around your hair as he fucks your face like theres no tomorrow. Spanish curses flowing past his lips.Â
âQue linda. Arrodillada como una santa.â
When you giggle around his erection, he groans, head thudding against the headboard. His mind quickly slips over to Ollie - but not in the way one might expect. It hits him like a truck when he compares her to you. With Ollie, she would last at least 20 minutes before calling it a night. He pretended not to mind - he would never force her to do something she doesnât want to, of course - but once she would knock out, his large hand would slide down past his boxers, looking for a new release.Â
Then thereâs you, ever so pretty. It seems like with everything you do, you want more. You sucking him off as if youâve done this for him a lifetime ago. Sure, youâre struggling, but that only makes him harder. Youâre trying to keep up with him and itâs working. Now, itâs like heâs the one trying to keep up. Swallowing, your throat closes around him as he flies forward, voice cracking as he presses for more.Â
Glossy eyes look back up at him as you repeat your action. With one last blow, he pulls out as he cums all over your face. His dick immediately gets hard again when you smile wide, fingers going to pick up his mess. Greedily, you pout as you wrap your lips around your finger like the lollipop you had been sucking on a few hours ago.
âFuck,â he mumbles, abs contracting together as he tries his best to even out his breaths.Â
âWill you fuck me now?âÂ
Youâre moving at a snail's pace as you lick his sweaty neck. A chill runs down his spine with the feeling of your warm tongue. Grinding slowly against his thigh, you throw your head back with pleasure, wet lips rubbing against him. He smiles.
âYouâre a dirty girl, you know that?â
âI thought thatâs what you liked about me, papi.â
In a flash, he flips you onto your back as he hovers over you like a giant. A beautiful, beautiful, giant. His large muscles he works so hard for stare back at you as you admire with an open mouth. It looks as if he could carry mountains on his shoulders. Dilated pupils admire you as you let out a pathetic whimper. Long gone were his brown eyes as they now appear completely black. Sensual.
âThen you should be fucked as such.â
With that, he swings your tan legs over his broad shoulders, practically bending you like a pretzel. You pat yourself on the back for all those pilate classes. Jerking himself off a bit, he looks straight at you, making sure this was something you wanted. The way you bat your cartoon eyes is all he needs to slip inside of you.
First thing he notices is how tight you are despite him already stretching you out to perfection. Raw moans leave both your lips as you try your best to adjust to his size. You had been with men before - thatâs all you really knew - but no oneâs cock had ever made you burn with such satisfaction. More than satisfaction. Heâs reassuring you with his words in order for you to relax.
Iâve got you, preciosa. Just let go for me. Iâm right here.
Still, you canât help but squirm underneath him. His fingers make their way to your mouth as you stare back confused. Suck, he commands before forcing them in. Caught off guard, you gag around them for a bit before your tongue begins to twirl around them. Your cheeks burn up as you hear your low mewls. Ah- ah- ah, you cry out against his digits as he grins down at you. Retracting them, he slides them down to your clit as he starts rubbing small circles.
âOh God.â
Instantly, you open up against his tired cock as he hums. There you go, he praises as you make it easier for him to thrust into you. You should both be ashamed of the way gushy sounds bloom from your mixed cum. Or the way he pounds into you so hard and fast that it has you sliding further back against the bed, hair tangling along the way. His fingers dig into your calves as he holds them in place.
âMierda,â he wheezes as he throws his head back, ripping his eyes away from the way your puffy clit envelopes around him. Pants and whimpers escape you as you arch your back from the fulfillment.Â
Carlos is a man - you know that - but in this moment; right now: heâs proving it the way a scientist would their hypothesis. His cock brushes against your g-spot as you gasp at the sensation. Heâs looking at you as if you held the key to all secrets.Â
The keys for the gate to Heaven.
Though he knows that this all feels like Heaven, he deserves nothing but Hell for cheating on Ollie. But thatâs the least of his worries.
âDoes that feel good, bonita?âÂ
Wide eyes look up at him desperately as you nod to the point where your neck starts to ache. Yes - Oh God, yes. So good, Carlitos. Yeah, baby - right there. Snapping his hips harder against you, your mind goes foggy with the way his hair flops around him. Sweat causing long strands to stick to his face. Beads of sweat drip down your legs as he presses sloppy kisses. His cheeks look as if heâs been out in the sun for hours.Â
In this moment; he looked immortal.
âCarlos, Iâm gonna-â
âHold it.â
Like a doll, you flop back against the bed as you start to leak acid. No - please. Donât ask me to do that. Feeling a sharp sting, you gasp. His hands dives back in to massage your cheek after slapping you. He cocks his head with fake sympathy. âI know you can do it,â - thrust - âWait for me, yeah?â
You have no word as you wail - tits bouncing with every assault from his hip. Your stomach burns with the way his abs glisten, with the way his bottom lip juts out, or the way his muscles shine with a layer of sweat as they hug your legs like a teddy bear.Â
He was yours. In this moment, he was yours.
âAlright, linda-â He brushes your hair out of your face as he wipes your sweat with his hand. âCum for me?â
Itâs an out of body experience the moment you squirt around his dick - the way your tummy feels like it's on fire. Sore groans leave his lips as he finishes inside of you, brown eyes trained on the way you gush around him. He freezes in place at the feeling. You squirm for a few seconds below falling limp against the bed. The room smells like nothing but filthy sex.Â
Pulling out of you, he carefully places your legs back down before kissing your ribs. Then your bruised tits. Then your cheeks, forehead, and lastly, your lips that taste like home. Sighing against him, you try your best to remember the way he kisses you as if you're the only form of oxygen that exists. As if this were a dystopian world and you were the only source of survival.
He pecks your lips once more before brushing his fingers against your temple. âGet some sleep.â Yawning, you nod as your eyes flutter like a butterfly's wings. Will you stay? And he doesnât know what takes over him when he says-
âI will.â
-
When you wake up you notice itâs still dark out. The moon shines, eyes flickering around, looking for the Spaniard. You let out a low breath of relief when you see him sitting on the edge of the bed.Â
âOllie,â he whispers into the phone as he runs a hand against his jaw. â...I made a mistake.â
Your heart stops with his words. He makes sure to speak low, thinking you're sound asleep. She - I - it was a mistake. Sheâs just a kidâŚFuck. Sheâs just a child. Your heart shatters with the evident blame in his voice. You werenât a kid. Sniffling, you stop breathing when you realize youâre crying. He pauses for a moment before standing up and making sure youâre okay. Bringing the phone up against his ear, he shakes, already walking out the door.
âWhere are you? Let me just see you, amor. Iâll explain it all.â
-
Thereâs a saying that goes: You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same.
You would personally like to punch that person in the face. Itâs not true. It doesnât beat the same - because then why does it hurt everytime it pounds against your chest? Why is it hard to breath when the priest says-
âYou may now kiss the bride!â
Everyoneâs faces are blurry; cheers sound far away. You canât be too sure you're standing upright as your father beams at the sight of Ollie pressing her lips up against Carlos. The way his hands slide down to her waist as shows her off proudly like some champion ring is what hurts the most. You feel flames all over your skin, letting out a flinch when your fathers signals for you to clap, too.
You donât know what happened after that night. Whether Ollie forgave him or not - though clearly she had. Maybe she didnât know about you the same way he didnât know about Ben. This was all starting to feel like some nightmare. But itâs very much real life with the way the newlyweds hold hands, smiling brightly as guests throw a mixture of confetti and baby breath.
âNice ceremony.â
âWhat? Oh.â You shrug towards Max as he points over at the couple. âY-yeah. It wasâŚâ
He goes over his next words for a moment because Lord knows that if he has it all wrong then he would appear to be the biggest jerk to ever exist. âYou fell in love with him, didnât you?â
âI-I-Iâm not sure I understand,â you trample over your words as your cheeks burn the same color of your red dress. He shares a small smile.
âItâs okay. I wonât tell anyone.â
Walking away, youâre left alone, second guessing everything. The violin seemed too happy. The guests seemed too bright. All of this was fake, couldnât they see? Pursing your lips, you try your best to hide your broken heart as you catch up with old friends. How is college? How does it feel like having a brother-in-law who drives for Formula 1? Must feel pretty great, right?Â
The night is boring. Half of it you spend faking smiles and the other you spend trying to avoid the Spaniard. Life was better back in Spain, where ironically, he was never around despite it being his home country. Youâre in the middle of conversing with the Dutchman - who quite frankly is an honest listener - when Ollie walks up looking like a ball of whipped cream. Can I talk to my sister alone, please? Maxâs concerned eyes ask if youâre okay with that as you nod. Slumping away, he squeezes your knee one last time.
Blue Velvet plays as she fixes herself onto the stool right next to you. âHave you tried the cocktails? They have cherry flavored; your favorite.â Something about her sweet voice makes you unsteady as you raise a brow. She shows off her veneers. âThis is weird. Sorry. Iâm just soâŚhappy.âÂ
âGood to know.â
âBut enough about me!â She places her left hand over yours, shiny rock sitting perfectly. You wince. âI want to talk about you! Howâs school?â
âLike you care.â
She pouts. âI do nowâŚâ You furrow your brows. What do you mean now? She gasps. âOh, you poor thing! You donât know I know!â Your stomach drops. âWell, you know, as your older sister, Iâm also your guardian since our mother is too fucked up to look after youâŚAnd a little birdie filled me in on your reputation back in Spain.â She giggles as she takes a sip of your drink. âDoesnât surprise me, though. It only makes sense that you keep messing around with men old enough to be your father. You always had a thing for those.â
âWhat does this have to do with anything?â
Ollie grins ear to ear when she notices how annoyed youâve become. âCarlos told you he was born in Madrid, right? Okay, well, he also has a whole bloodline there. And letâs just say, a cousin of his - my goodness, his daughters are beautiful - is a professor at your Uni.â
No.
âAnd well this birdie also told me how youâve been sneaking in and out of his lecture room, late at night. And I wonderâŚWhat have you and him been doing behind closed doors?â
It canât be.Â
Professor VĂĄzquez de Castro, he says as he extends his hand out, eyes roaming every inch of your body.
Suddenly, the name sounds familiar. The surname is Carlosâ extended one. Ollieâs eyes shine. âI see itâs clicking.â
âWhat do you want from me?â
âI want you to leave me and my husband alone. I want you to grab your things and leave. Donât look back; just leave. Donât contact papi ever again. I donât want to hear a single thing from you. Itâs bad enough youâve already fucked my spouse.â
She knows. He told her. And they still got married.Â
âOllie, donâtâŚâ
Tugging your hand harshly, she slaps her phone on it. And you donât know how, but in it, itâs a video of you riding your Professor - Carlosâ cousin.
âLeave or Iâll show this to him. Your choice.â
Wet sobs leave your mouth as you shake your head in disbelief. How did this happen? Who took this video?
âOllie, pleaseâŚI love him.â
Her gaze sharpens as she takes the phone back and stands up. âYou know what to do.â
Bringing your shaky hand up to your lips, you stare in shock. Wobbly legs walk past Max as he asks if youâre okay. One last smile looks back at him before you brush past by.Â
Carlos is craning his neck, looking for you. He had confessed that night, but so had Ollie. He was breaking off the engagement. Spilling apologies as she cried against his chest. Despite it all, he still cared for your sister. But he knew it wasnât going to work out. He was ready to leave when she brought up the tape of you and a cousin he didnât even know he had. Iâll get her expelled. Donât do this, Carlos. And so he stayed. He knew how much you loved school, regardless of what others might think. I just want to help others, you swooned one day by the pool. Itâs what I wish someone had done for me.
You get to him before he spots you as you tap on his shoulder. He fills up with worry when he sees your red brimmed eyes. Sheepishly, you take his handkerchief as you wipe your rosy nose. What happened? Who made you cry? You shrug.
âCarlosâŚI love you.â He blinks. You let out a wet laugh as you lean up to kiss him. You didnât care who saw anymore. This was it. He doesnât seem to care either as his hands wrap around your waist. Holding you close, as if you might vanish into thin air. He was the waves, you were the shore. Pulling away, you wink. âSave me a dance, yeah?âÂ
Then, youâre walking away. Becoming smaller as you stroll over to the Italian house. Clutching his chest, he chokes: I-IâŚI.
âCarlos!â
Turning to face Ollie, he sees her waving him over to the giant cake.Â
âComing.â
-
Running into the quiet house, he calls your name. He looks behind every door, hoping to find the girl in red. Stumbling up the stairs, he swings your door open. He breathes heavily when he doesnât find you, even here. Panicked, he grips his hair in despair. Only then, does it occur to him to open the restroom door, hoping to not scare you.
âÂżBonita?â
Silence. He still pushes it open as he carefully walks in, finding no harm in checking. And why? Why couldnât he be as truthful like you were? Risk it the way you would have willingly done. Why did he let you walk into the house alone?
Falling to his knees, he desperately crawls over to your lifeless body, dark blood flowing from your wrists.Â
As red as your dress.
He must be dreaming. This canât be real. Surely, it canât.
âNo, no, no.â He drags your limp body into his arms. He canât even pinpoint the moment his tears flow down his face. âBonita, no. No. No. No.â The Spaniard cradles your colorless face into his hands. He gently taps your face a few times, but almost stops breathing himself when it only rolls back. Blood stains his white shirt. âHey, hey. Â Câmon, please. You want me to say it?â Hurriedly, he picks up your head as he kisses your lips over and over. He winces when he feels how chapped theyâve become.
âIt doesnât feel forced. Iâm not saying it because I think itâs what you want to hear - I love you. I do. I love you as infinite as the ocean. I love the way you laugh, the way you trip over anything in your way, the way you say my nameâŚI love you.âÂ
But he knew you werenât listening. Not anymore.Â
A piece of him died that day along with you. After that, life was a sickening blur. Heâs out of it the moment he hears your father yelling out in agony or when Ollie screams at the gruesome scene.Â
None of it mattered anymore.
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ᥣđŠ HE'S THE SERPENTINE, HE'S MY COLLAR!
FEATURING: dazai osamu
SUMMARY: you're finally back in yokohama after spending three years abroad dealing with mori's foreign business. the last person you want is to see dazai osamu, the wounds of his abrupt betrayal still too fresh for comfort. unfortunately, he decides to take matters into his own hands by showing up at your office in the middle of the night.
(wordcount: 7.1k; Ĺsfw; fem!reader; port mafia executive!reader, f!receiving oral, gunplay, knife play (ish), spitting, pussy drunk!dazai (as always), light choking, overstim, office sex, semi-public/public sex, unprotected sex, switch!dazai, switch!reader, undertones of angst (happy ending). lmk if anything is missing!)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: guys. GUYS. i had so much fun writing this, this is finally usurping in paper rings and picture frames as my fav fic that i've written. HAHAHH. i hope you guys like it too!!
You hear the door to your office swing open, and you press your lips together tightly, irritation swimming through your head as your grip tightens on the pen youâre using to fill out your paperwork. Itâs already lateâyouâre tired and your head hurts, but you canât leave the building until Akutagawa comes to hand you the report for his failed mission so you can pass it up to the boss. And you know that whichever subordinate this is, itâs definitely not Akutagawa because the boy would rather claw his own throat out than walk into your office without knocking.Â
Which means itâs some upstart new recruit who has no manners and is likely going to make your night worse. You think being away for so long did some real damage to your reputationâthree years ago, the lower ranked mafiosos avoided your floor like the plague, they didnât barge in like they owned the place, but then again, you also had a certain dark-haired executive (ex-executive now, you remind yourself bitterly) lurking around your floor constantly trying to get your attention, and if people werenât nervous enough about you, they were definitely terrified of him.
âFive seconds to explain why you came into my office without knocking or Iâm putting a bullet through your fucking skull,â you say, voice acerbic, not even bothering to look up, the fingers of your free hand closing around the gun you have holstered at your side.Â
âThereâs a few too many cameras in the hall for my liking to stand out there and wait for you to open the door.â
The fact that he manages to dodge the bullet shot in his direction is testament to his skill, but youâve known Dazai Osamu long enough to know that when he dodges to the side, nine times out of ten, he dodges left, so you drop your pen as soon as you pull the trigger and swipe the knife laying haphazardly on your desk, launching it in his direction. You watch as his eyes widen just a bit when it impales the wall right next to his ear, just barely nicking his skinâboth a warning and a threat.
âMy, my, bella, youâve gotten faster the past few years,â Dazai grins, unperturbed, smile as reckless and lazy as the day he left four years ago as he plucks the knife from the wall. âIâve missed you too.â
âWhat the hell are you doing here, Dazai?â you ask, voice cold and sharp as your finger rests against the trigger of your gun. âHow did you get up here?â
âSecurityâs gotten lax since Iâve been gone, I guess,â Dazai shrugs, but his eyes dance with mirth as he makes his way over to your desk. âYou should probably do something about that.â
âDazai,â you say, keeping your voice low and trying to reign in your temper. There are no cameras in your office, but the hall leading here is littered with them, hidden ones that were recently installed that he wouldnât know about, if any one of them caught his face and itâs reported to Mori⌠âYou think I wonât drag your ass to Mori myself? What the fuck are you doing?â
Youâd have to, or it would be your head on the line for betraying the Port Mafiaâyou know better than anyone the treatment that traitors get, considering you were the one that dealt with them up until you were sent abroad three years ago to handle Moriâs foreign politics.Â
âI donât know, will you?â Dazai counters, head tilted to the side as he takes a seat on top of your desk next to you, a smile on his face that makes you think he knows something that you donât.
âMaybe,â you answer, finger twitching on the trigger as you keep your gun pointed in his direction.Â
Dazai is completely unbothered, leaning down until his nose is nearly brushing yours, lips tugged up in an unbearable smirk.Â
âThen do it,â he challenges, and you glare at him, jaw tight and eyes hard. He reaches out, fingertips brushing your skin, and you feel like youâre on fire beneath his touch. You hate that your body still betrays you to him. âDonât look at me like that, bella. I wonât even resist, I promise, as long as you promise to be the one to put a bullet through my skull, so your face can be the last thing I see. Ah, that would be a lovely death, wouldnât it?âÂ
âYouâre a fucking freak, Dazai,â you spit out, but make no move to get up or grab your phone. âWhat is wrong with you?â
Dazai doesnât respond, only winking at you. Instead, his gaze shifts to the side and his hand drops from your face to his lap again. You hate even more that you miss his touch immediately.Â
âYou still have my couch,â Dazai notes to himself quietly, an odd tone to his voice as he stares at the dark couch in the far corner of your office, where heâd bundle himself up under blankets to avoid Chuuya, because Chuuya used to avoid your office like the plague when the three of you were younger.
âItâs my couch,â you say tightly, even though you know no one has touched it since Dazai left, and the ugly orange blanket he liked so much is still draped over the back of it, and it probably still smells like him. Your throat feels swollen, and you steel away your emotions and continue with, âIâve hardly been back here since you left, anyway. What do you want, Dazai?â
âI heard you were finally back in Yokohama,â he says. âI wanted to see you.â
âFuck off,â you say roughly. âSo you decide to break into the main base of the Port Mafia and come all the way up to my office? You know where my apartment is, you couldâve shown up there. What do you really want?âÂ
âItâs the truth,â Dazai says easily, and his dark eyes meet yoursâboth of them, you note, and wonder when he decided to shed the bandages that covered his right eye. âI was at your apartment for a bit, I got impatient and came here instead.â
Heâs telling the truth.
Oh, you realizeâthe clogged feeling in your throat is coming back, you force it away again and lean back in your chair, looking away from him to turn your gaze to the window. Itâs well past midnight already, the moon is high in the sky and the stars are glittering above. In the distance, you can see the Ferris Wheel of Cosmo World glowing a bright purple color and a string of flashing red and blue lights as the police chase after someone.
âWhy?â you ask finally, breaking the heavy silence that had settled over the two of you.Â
âI told you,â Dazai says quietly, and your eyes turn back to him. He looks⌠happier, you canât help but note. A sick part of you feels jealousâyouâre not sure if youâre jealous because heâs free and youâre still stuck in this place, or if youâre jealous because heâs happier and heâs happier in a life without you. You think it might be the latter. âI miss you.â
âDonât give me bullshit, Dazai,â you snap, still trying to push away all of the feelings youâve repressed for so long. âGet out of here before you find yourself killed. Iâm not going to turn you in, but Iâm not saving you if you get caught.â
âItâs not bullshit,â Dazai tells you, voice sharp in a way that it only ever is when heâs starting to get annoyed. âI-â
A knock at your door cuts Dazai off mid-sentence. Both of you freeze, Dazai looks at you as if waiting to see what youâre going to do, and you can so easily finish this now, let whoever is at your door in and drag Dazai back down to the torture room where he belongs, but instead you find yourself reaching for him. Your hand intertwines with his hair roughly, and you revel a bit in the hiss that escapes his lips as you yank him off the desk and roll your chair backward, kicking the back of his knee so that he crumples to the ground and you can push him beneath your desk.Â
You lower your gun to your lap so you can keep it pointed at him and then glance down at himâhe looks caught off-guard and disgruntled at being manhandled, but you think it's a bit funny how cramped he looks under there.Â
âNot a single word,â you warn before fixing your chair and raising your voice. âCome in.â
Akutagawa wastes no time stepping into your office, nodding his head in respect as he makes his way over to the chair on the opposite side of your desk, a bundle of papers in hand. He doesnât hand you the pile right away and he looks uncharacteristically nervous, and you raise your eyebrows, wondering what the issue is.Â
âI am⌠unsure how to fill out some of the report,â Akutagawa says, unable to meet your eyes as he stares at the windows behind you. âThe operation was⌠not a failure but not a success. The whole mission was in disarray, I do not know who was doing what at certain points.â
You stare at Akutagawa. âWhat do you want me to say to that?â you ask him, leaning back in your chair. âItâs your job to know that as the field officer for the mission. If you canât handle that, Hirotsu will take back the position on the next major operation.â
Akutagawa bristles. âI can handle it,â he says, voice clipped. âThis mission was just more chaotic than-â
âThan usual?â you ask idly, watching as he stiffens as your interruption. âThis was childâs play, itâs unlike you to make excuses, Akutagawa.â
âIâm not making excuses,â he says immediately, âbutâŚâ
Akutagawa continues talking, but your attention is ripped away when you feel Dazai shift beneath the desk. You press your lips together tightly, stiffening as his hands rise to your thighs, spreading them a bit so he can settle between them. You glance down, heâs already peeking up at you, dark eyes glittering in a way that has you on edge.Â
Donât you dare, you warn silently, but Dazai only takes it as further encouragement, pressing his lips to your clothed inner thigh, you can feel the warmth and wetness through your slacks. It takes all of your self-control to not inhale sharply when he starts trailing open-mouthed kisses up your thigh until his mouth is hovering right above your cunt.Â
You press the muzzle of your gun against his temple.Â
He smiles.Â
Your jaw clenches as he licks a long stripe between your legs through your slacks, making sure to press his tongue down hard over where your clit is hidden through your clothes. Akutagawa is still talking, oblivious to whatâs happening beneath your desk as he airs his complaints about the mission. You could stop Dazai, place your foot on his shoulder and push him off of you, but you donât, notablyâyou donât want to acknowledge that though. You only vaguely hear Akutagawaâs issues, something about interference from a third partyâthe SDUP? What the hell were they doing there?â and Kajii blowing up an escape route.Â
âGive me the report,â you say, cutting him off mid-sentence, and holding out your hand. Youâre grateful that your voice comes out steadier than you feel with Dazai trying to tongue fuck your through your pants.Â
As you lean forward to rip the papers from Akutagawa, you tense, feeling something sharp press against your inner thigh. Sitting back in your seat and glancing down, your eyes cut down to Dazai, who still has the knife youâd thrown at him and is using it to cut open your very expensive slacks.
You have half a mind to drive your foot into his face, but you refrain. If only barely.
Itâs a miracle that you can keep your breath steady, because as Dazai cuts your pants, he kisses every inch of open skin thatâs revealed to him. His lips are warm, wet, familiarâso familiar that your legs are instinctively spreading for him, giving him more room to work.
Your eyes scan the report but the words are just jumbled letters and not making any sense. Every time you try to understand, you feel Dazaiâs teeth graze your thigh as he marks up your skin. You tense when you feel him bring the knife much closer to your cunt, to finish cutting off the materialâyou press the muzzle of your gun harder into the side of his head, warning him to be careful. You glance down only to see a hazy smile on his lips as he winks up at you, as if heâs drunk just off of the idea of whatâs about to happen.
He works efficiently as always, freeing your lower body of your slacks and panties as quickly as possible, and he wastes no time burying his face between your legs. Your lashes flutter and the grip you have on your pen tightens dangerously, you think it might snap. Dazaiâs tongue slides between your folds, lapping up the slick that had begun to poolâyou know that if Akutagawa wasnât sitting a few feet away, Dazai would be making a snide comment about how he knew you wanted him.
Dazaiâs tongue flicks over your clitâyou can feel him staring up at you, watching for every little reaction, the way your lip tightens as you bite back moans, the way your eyelids unconsciously start to slide shut, the way your breath is just a bit heavier than it usually is.Â
This is so dangerous, you think to yourself desperately. If Akutagawa of all people figures out that Dazai is here-
You nearly choke when Dazai shifts a bit underneath the desk to kneel at a better angle, grateful that Akutagawa seems to be too busy wallowing in his own mistakes to notice your struggle. Your gaze snaps down again, his eyes have fluttered shut as he buries his face deep into your cunt, nose pressed to your clit as he pushes his tongue into your hole and you can feel the way he lets out a silent, but shaky breath, barely holding back a moan.
You notice his free hand slide from where it was propped on your thigh down to his beige pants, fingers fumbling with the button as he desperately tries to slip his hand beneath his waistband to touch himself. You kick his wrist hard, using your foot to pin it against the side of your desk, watching him wince and withdraw his hand, looking up at you with those big brown eyes you can never say no to.Â
God, heâs pathetic, his lashes are wet and his cheeks are flushed, eyes glossed over with pleasure as he looks up at you and you know youâll let go of his wrist if he looks at you like that any longer, so you turn your gaze back up to Akutagawa, whoâs staring at his lap and waiting for you to finish the report.
âGet out,â you tell him, voice sharper than you intended. Akutagawaâs eyes snap up to you, brows furrowed in confusion. âGo, Iâll handle this.â
âBut-â
âYour job is to take orders, not question them,â you bite out, watching frustration flash across the boyâs face as he rises to his feet. Youâre not usually this harsh with the kid, but youâre not sure how much longer youâre going to last and Akutagawa cannot be in here when you cum. You can feel the heat pooling in your stomach and that familiar hazy feeling clouding your mind. âOut, Akutagawa.â
Akutagawa inhales sharply but nods, turning stiffly on his heel to leave your office. As soon as the door to your office clicks shut, Dazai is pushing the chair backwards until the back of it hits the windows behind you, shifting into a more comfortable position as he resumes fucking you with his tongue in earnest.Â
He moans into you, wanton and shameless, any restraint he had because of Akutagawaâs presence is long gone. While he was careful to not make noise before, now the sloppy sound of his tongue dragging in and out of your cunt drowns out any other noise in your office, he sucks and slurps, heâs so disgusting, like he canât get enough of the taste of you, a man whoâs been starved for years.
The knife clatters to the ground as he reaches up with both hands to grab your thighs, sliding them over his shoulders so he can push his tongue even deeper inside of you. Only sheer pride drives you to push away the creeping fog as Dazaiâs tongue slides back up between your folds to draw figure eights around your clit.
âI should pull the fucking trigger, pulling this shit when he was in here,â you spit out, head falling back as a breathy noise escapes your parted lips when Dazai sucks gently at your clit. He moans again, as if the idea itself turns him onâit probably does, heâs always talked about wanting to die between your thighs. âYouâre a fucking freak, Dazai.âÂ
He lets out a puff of air, you canât tell if it's a laugh or another moan, maybe a mixture of both, but heâs too focused on drowning in your cunt to respond. Four years without him and youâve forgotten just how good Dazai is with his tongue, working your body as easily as he did when the two of you were eighteen and seeking each other out before meetings and between missions for a quick fuck. You hate itâyou hate that heâs treating you as if nothing has changed and you hate even more that your body is this responsive to him.Â
Betrayal, you think, your own body betrays you for him. Again.
âFuck,â you gasp the word out when Dazai rolls your clit between his teeth gently, sending a jolt through your body that throws you off just enough for that fog youâve been fighting off to finally win. You choke over a moan, head pressed back against your desk chair, forearm coming up to press against your forehead as your eyes slide shut. Your free hand finally finds its place in his hair, tightening around his dark locks, he lets out a whimper against you, tongue flicking over your clit. âLike that. Just like that.â
You can hardly keep your head on straight as he traces letters around the sensitive bud, you try to figure out what heâs spelling but youâre too far gone. Your head is light and your chest is heaving. Youâre barely able to bite back moans as your thighs tighten around his head, hips rocking against his face. You donât even know if he can breathe, you donât think you care, so close to the edge that your entire body is tingling and trembling; you donât think he cares either from the way heâs moaning into you.
It takes one last suck, one last swirl around your clit, and youâre crying out his name, spots dotting your vision as your grip on his hair tightens, pushing his face impossibly deeper into you as you grind your hips against his face. God, it feels never-ending, a noise too close to a sob nearly escapes your lips as Dazai ardently laps up all of your cum, not letting a single drop go to waste. You canât remember the last time youâve cum this hardâwith him, probably, you realize bitterly. None of the one-night stands youâve had over the past few years have ever compared to him.
Youâre still reeling even as you force yourself to straighten in your seat, not willing to let him know just how badly youâre thrown off by how intense your orgasm was. Your head is still spinning, vision still blurring, but you lift your leg and press your foot to Dazaiâs shoulder, kicking him back and forcing him out from his position between your thighs.Â
He grunts, looking thoroughly disgruntled as he falls back on his ass, pouting up at you as he tries to catch his breath. He looks debauched, lips swollen and wet, your cum smeared on the lower half of his face. His cock is straining against his beige pants and his eyes are still glazed over; heâs looking up at you with an expression thatâs nothing short of reverent.Â
God, heâs gorgeous.Â
You hate him.Â
Youâve missed him.Â
You shift in your seat and Dazai is lifting himself to his knees, immediately leaning closer, a hazy smile on his lips as he angles his face up and pointedly parts his lips, sticking his tongue out. You know what he wants and the heat that had been slowly dissipating returns with a vengeance, breath catching as you look down at him.
âYouâre gross,â you tell him, watching the corner of his lips quirk up even as he keeps his tongue out and waiting.
You donât deny him. You never can.Â
You shift forward, rising to your feet and reaching out to grab his chin, angling your face down. Your grip is too tight, itâll leave bruises behind and you think thatâs the least he deserves so you only tighten it a bit more as you lean over him. You donât give him what he wants, not right away, letting the saliva gather on your tongue as you observe him, the way his pupils are blown wide and his chest is hardly rising and falling, as if he canât even let himself breathe in anticipation.
Disgusting, you think again, but itâs fond this time, much to your displeasure.
You decide to put him out of his misery, letting the spit dribble from your mouth down to his. His eyes roll back as soon as it hits his tongue, and your hand slides from his chin to curl around his neckânot tight, just firm enough to feel the way his throat bobs as he swallows.
He lets out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering back open as he looks up at you, entirely blissed out. Your hand slides down more, curling around the ugly bolo tie heâs wearing in place of the black one youâre used to. You tug it hard, beckoning him to his feet; he acquiesces, albeit on shaky legs.Â
Immediately, his hands find your hips as he pushes you against your desk, spinning you around to face it before his hand presses between your shoulder blades, pushing you down to bend you over it. Your eyes widen at the sudden change in demeanor, something youâll never be able to get used to no matter how many times you fuck him; it always caught you off guard back then, it still catches you off guard now. He pulls off the remnants of your destroyed slacks and immediately is grinding his bulge against your ass, a low moan spilling from his lips.Â
âHow many people have you been with?â he suddenly asks, and you can hear him fumbling to unbutton his own pants. Thereâs an edge to his voice that you donât likeâsomething caught between jealousy and possessiveness, and you nearly want to scoff at it.
âWhat the fuck, Dazai?â you spit out, appalled and not expecting the question. âNone of your damn business.âÂ
You turn your head to the side to rest your cheek on the desk, looking back at him from the corner of your eye. His eyes are still a bit hazy but thereâs a tight expression on his face, reminiscent of the one that would be directed toward you whenever he stumbled in on you entertaining anyone other than him years ago.Â
âHumor me,â he says, voice cold and eerily familiar. If you werenât looking at him and if you couldnât see the tan coat and bolo tie, youâd think you were talking to Dazai Osamu, Port Mafia Executive, and not Dazai Osamu, Detective.Â
âA lot,â you finally tell him, feeling the way he stiffens behind you. âI donât keep count. You?âÂ
You think he has some nerve asking when heâs probably slept around t-
âNone.â
âBullshit,â you snarl immediately. âHow many? Donât fucking lie to me, Dazai.â
âNone,â he says again, gaze lifting from your back to meet yours, his eyes are darkâtoo dark, too still. Maybe he hasnât changed as much as you assumed, because the way your chest swells with a confusing mixture of fear and arousal is far too familiar. âYouâre the only one allowed to touch me.â
His gaze drags back down, with his pants unbuttoned, he lifts his free hand to caress the swell of your ass, a contemplative expression on his face as he stares down at you, his other hand still pinning you down to your desk. If your heart wasnât thudding in your ears from sheer anticipation, youâd be irate over the fact that you were letting Dazai Osamu fuck you over your own desk in your own office, but you canât bring yourself to care now.
âThey never made you feel like this.â Itâs a statement, not a question, and you want to scoff at his arrogance, but you canât because heâs right. âThey donât know your body like I do.â
This time you do scoff. âYou donât know shit, Dazai. Itâs been four years.â
Dazaiâs eyes flicker back up to you, the way his lips curve up into a smile is dangerous.
âNo?â he questions.Â
A challenge. You never back down from one, not from him.Â
âNo.â
His smile sharpens.
âI know that after you cum for the first time,â he murmurs, rolling his hips forward. You bite back a moan when you feel the tip of his cock slip between your folds. âThe second time comes right after.â
True to his words, your jaw falls slack and your entire body seizes as Dazai thrusts into you, splitting you right open on his cock. The moan he lets out is pornographic, and you wish you could see the way his head falls back and his eyes roll into his skull, but your own vision is white and youâre choking over a sob as you feel the familiar stretch of his cock against your walls.
âThere you are.â Dazai has the nerve to let out a breathless laugh and another groan as he stills with his hips flush to your ass, feeling your walls spasm around him as you cum just from the feeling of him pushing inside of you. The hand he has placed between your shoulder blades slides up to curl around your throat. With a firm grip, he pulls you up so only your thighs are pressed against the edge of your desk, back flush to his chest as you gasp, reeling from the suddenness of your second orgasm. You can feel him smile as he nudges his nose against the side of your head, lips pressed to your ear. âThe third time takes a bit after the second, but Iâll fuck you through it. Maybe a fourth too.â
âDazai,â you gasp, eyes blown wide as your head falls back against his shoulder. You donât know what youâre trying to say, maybe hold on, or wait, because you know youâll embarrass yourself if he doesnât give you a second to recover.
He hums in response, and the slow rolls of his hips, the drag of his cock against your walls, it has your head in the clouds, body trembling. Your lips part to speak but no words leave them, and right when you think you can finally force the words out, Dazai draws his hips back and snaps them back against yours hard. Your lips part in a silent moan, only the hand around your throat and the one pressed to your lower belly holds you up as Dazai fucks you at a brutal pace.Â
His face drops to the crook of your neck, he moans into your skin, teeth scraping hard as he kisses recklessly up and down every available inch. Heâs going to leave marks, you realize, and thatâs dangerous now that youâre back in Yokohama because you donât need any of the other executives to get suspicious, but even if you wanted to tell him not to, you donât think youâd be able to. Whatever little coherency you had left in your thought process does not translate when you try to speak, the only things leaving your lips being shaky moans and gasps of Dazaiâs name.
âMade for me,â Dazai groans. His grip on your throat tightens just enough to make the air you breathe in shallow, your head feels light and youâre not sure if itâs because of his grip or if itâs the feeling of his cock bullying so deep into you that you can feel his tip pressing up against your cervix. âWaited so many years for this, feels even better than I remember, pussyâs made for me, isnât it?â
Dazai babbles into your ear as he fucks you, tongue just as filthy and unbridled as the day he left. Shameless. Heâs so shameless. Doesnât even care that anyone could walk into your office and catch the two of you; doesnât care that if anyone does, heâll end up executed. Heâs fucking you in a building full of people that want him dead and all he cares about is how your cunt feels wrapped around his cock.
Your breath hitches as Dazai shifts you to bend over just a little more, still keeping your back flush to his chest but fucking you at a new angleâone that nearly sends you spiraling over the edge for a third time.Â
âGonna give me your third now?â he pants. His hand on your lower stomach slips down, lithe fingers dipping between your folds to search for your clitâyour back arches against him when he finds it, a sob spilling from your lips, vision swimming with tears. Dazai laughs again, this one is strained, catching over a moan as your walls convulse around him. âOh, fuck. Fuck, youâre so tight.âÂ
Unconsciously, his grip on your throat tightens, cutting off even more air. You can hardly breathe, you can hardly thinkâeach thrust of his hips has your head spinning, ripping the little air you can inhale right out of your lungs. The tip of his cock rubs against that spongy spot inside of you every time he snaps his hips against yours, the quick circles he rubs on your clit are electrifying.Â
Your cheeks are wet, breath ragged, vision spotty. One last thrust, one last circle, and youâre wrecked, sobbing out his name as your legs give out, only held up by the way he has your thighs pinned to your desk and his hand on your neck. You cum all over his cock so hard that you think you black out for a second, your mind fuzzy and pins and needles pricking all over your body.
Dazai doesnât stop. He fucks you through your third orgasm, relishing in the way your body twitches and trembles, too sensitive for his touch.Â
âYour fourth will come quick,â he gasps. His pace is erratic now, chasing his own release. Your ears are ringing, heartbeat thudding in your ears, the wet, sloppy sound of his cock driving in and out of you resounding through your office. âI donât think Iâll last for five. Shit, shit, Iâm close.â
You have to force yourself to move. You want to see him when he finishes. Your hand wraps around his wrist, nails digging into his skin to try to get his attention. It takes all of your will power to push the two words from your lips: âFlip me.â
He does. Without any sort of hesitation, his hand drops from your throat to your waist. His cock slips out of you for a split second and your cunt aches at the loss, but Dazai is immediately pushing himself back into you as he hoists you up by the thighs, sitting you down on your desk and wrapping your legs around his waist.Â
Even through your blurry vision, Dazai is a fucking sight. His dark hair is matted to his forehead, pink lips swollen and wet, cheeks flushed. His eyes glazed over and half rolled back as he chases his high. God, heâs stunning. Youâve missed him. Youâve missed him.
Youâre not thinking as you lift your hand to cup his cheek, sliding around to the back of his head to pull his face down to yours, moving on pure instinct. You drag him down to press your lips against his and Dazai is gone. The moment your lips touch his, heâs moaning into your mouth, hips stuttering against you as he spills his cum deep inside of you, and heâs right, because the moment you feel his cum filling you up, warm and thick, so much of it that you can feel it dribbling around his cock, the stickiness smearing against your thighs and ruining your desk, youâre pushed over the edge for the fourth time.
This one is weaker than the rest, not a single noise escapes you but your jaw goes slack and Dazai whimpers into your mouth when he feels your walls tightening around him again. But he takes advantage of your pliancy, pushing you back gently so that your back is flush to your desk. He follows you down, keeping his chest pressed to yours as he maps out your mouth with his tongue. He rolls his hips against yours, slow and deep, fucking his cum deeper into you as the two of you slowly come down from your highs. He slants his lips against yours to deepen the kiss, hand coming up to cup your cheek, his other sliding up and down one of your thighs.Â
Itâs too intimate. You tell yourself that you only let it happen because youâre reeling from overstimulation but you know it's a lie.
You donât even know how long you stay in that position with him. It could only be a few seconds, a few minutes, it couldâve been an hour for all you know, laying on your desk with him pressed on top of you, kissing you so passionately that it makes your head spin as much as the orgasms did.Â
Finally, you press your hand against his shoulder, signaling for him to get off of you. He does, albeit with a reluctant sigh. You stare up at the ceiling as Dazai shakily rebuttons his pants, making his way over to the closet where you still keep your spare clothes from when you have to stay over at the office to work.Â
What did you do?
Youâre hyper aware of how swollen your lips are, of the marks littering your neck, of the cum dribbling out of your cunt, staining your desk.Â
If anyone finds out about this-
You donât get to finish the thought, because Dazai comes back over to you. Neither of you speak as he takes a tissue to clean up his cum from your thighs and as it dribbles out of you, nor do you speak when he shifts you into a sitting position, helping you pull on a new pair of panties and a new pair of slacks.
He stands in front of you, dozens of indecipherable emotions rocketing across his face as his dark eyes search your expression for something. You donât know what, and you donât even want to look at him but you canât draw your gaze away from him.
After what feels like forever, he finally speaks.
âI missed you,â he says, voice hoarse as he lifts a hand to cup your cheek.Â
You turn away from his touch, ignoring the hurt that flashes through his eyes.Â
âWhy donât you believe me? You think four years has changed how I feel about you? I thought you knew me better than that.â
âItâs been four years,â you say, and you hate that your voice wavers a bit. You blame it on still being hazy after your orgasm but you know itâs a weak excuse. You hate that he still has this effect on you after all these years. You hate that you always give into him, and you hate that you know youâll never get enough of him. You want to hate him, but you canât. âKnowing how to fuck me isnât the same as knowing me as a person. I barely know you anymore. You barely know me. And itâs not like you were open with how you felt four years ago. So, forgive me if itâs a bit hard to believe, Dazai.â
âYou wear the same perfume. You still shoot with your non-dominant hand for some god forsaken reason. Your lips still twitch whenever you get annoyed even though you do your best to stop it. You-â
âStop.â
âYou still talk to me like you hate me even though your eyes are all soft and youâre leaning in toward me.â Dazai doesnât stop, and to your horror, heâs rightâyou had begun to lean in to him instinctively as he spoke. You try to shift away from him, but he follows, fingers grazing your cheek, chest brushing yours. You donât pull away this time. âI still wear the same cologne you bought me for Christmas because it reminds me of youâI spent two months trying to figure out where you bought it when it first ran out. I donât carry a gun around as often, but when I do, I still try to do that stupid flipping trick you tried to teach me when we were seventeenâI still canât do it, almost shot myself in the knee last time I tried.â
The laugh he lets out at the last sentence is hollow. He hesitates, as if he wants to continue but isnât sure if he should. You can feel his blunt nails scraping gently against your skin, his palm warm against your cheek. You want to pull away but youâve missed him, no matter how much you try to convince yourself otherwise, and you find yourself sinking into his touch. Youâve always questioned why Mori sent you away for so long, angry because you figured he thought you were weak when it comes to Dazai and he didnât want to risk anything.Â
Only a few days back in Yokohama, and youâre already proving him right.
âIâm not the same person,â you tell him, something desperate edges at your tone. Desperate to convince him, or yourself, youâre not sure.
âI still love you,â he rasps, voice quiet as if heâs scared to admit it even to himself, and your heart is suddenly lodged in your throat as you stare up at him with wide eyes, the words he refused to tell you back when you were teens ringing through your head over and over again. âIâve always loved you. Thought about you every day. I missed you so much.â
âI should hate you,â you say, swallowing thickly, unshed tears blurring your vision. âYou didnât even say goodbye. When Mori said you defected in the middle of a mission, I laughed in his face. Not because I didnât think youâd never betray the Port Mafia, but because I didnât think youâd ever leave me without saying anything.â
âIf I said goodbye to you, I never would have left,â Dazai tells you quietly, the admission echoing in your years. âAnd I had to leave. I had to.â
âI should hate you,â you repeat, voice a bit weaker now, and you feel pathetic for falling apart like this in front of him. But itâs Dazai, heâs always had this effect over you. You suppose some things havenât changed, because that certainly hasnât.Â
âI know,â he murmurs.Â
You inhale deeply, shaking your head as you push yourself off your desk and straighten out your clothes, trying to get your head back on straight. You shouldâve known better than to think youâd be able to come back to Yokohama and pretend that Dazai Osamu didnât exist, for better or for worse, the two of you would always find your way back to each other. Mori was right to send you away, although you suppose the man is rarely wrong anyway.
Dazai doesnât say anything, watching you with an unreadable expression as you search through the ruined piles of paper on your desk for the report that Akutagawa had handed you. Your eye twitches when you realize that itâs stained, realizing that youâre going to have to rewrite the whole thing because you canât submit a cum-stained report to Mori.
Dazai snorts behind you, as if realizing your predicament. The look you give him is lethal, he silences himself quickly.Â
âDonât get yourself killed on the way out,â you tell him, grabbing your black jacket off your chair and swinging it over your shoulders as you look back at him. âIf you make it out of here alive, Iâll see you at my apartment later. Then we can talk.â
His face twists. âWhat? Wait, donât leave me here,â he panics, nearly tripping over his feet and your desk chair to follow after you. âHelp me sneak out.â
âYou got in here yourself,â you say dismissively. âGet out yourself.â
The noise he lets out is pathetic. âYou do hate me,â he accuses.Â
âNo, I could never,â you admit quietly. His expression softens a bit, but you give him a sharp smile. âBut Iâm definitely not going to make things easy for you. Akutagawa is still out here prowling around. So is Chuuya, actually. Said heâd be at the office all night today. Good luck, youâre gonna need it.â
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On her jeans (Part 3 of 3)
Male Reader x Kim Minji, Hanni Pham, Danielle Marsh
Length: 4606 words
Tags: Daddy kink, anal galore, blowjob, face fuck, blindfolded, 4some, pearly gates, spitting, spanking, cursing, humiliation, missionary anal, analpie, ass eating, rimming
TW: kinda rough, pure, stupid smut, ass eating, eating cum out of ass
-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3-
(A/N: the most likely final part of the On her series. This fic is very mindless lmao. Important announcement at the end.)
âYes, Daddy, that feels so good!â
Hanniâs enthusiasm is almost limitless. No matter how often youâve ordered her to your office or your apartment or some secluded bed and breakfast, she never let you down. No, the only thing âdownâ is the momentum of her hips whenever she rides you on the couch, her beautiful ass turned towards you. She loves to make it wiggle when your cock fills her cunt.
You take delight in such a sight and give her the good-girl-spanks she deserves. Hanni craves them as much as she craves your eyes, seeing nothing but love in hers. There is nothing stopping her from leaving, you never demanded the same things from her then you did from Minji. But where Minji lacks endless love and desire for you, Hanni fills these gaps and then some.Â
âOh my God, Daddy, you-youâre gonna make me cum again!â Hanniâs throat is sore from her moans and screams (and the rough face fuck you gave her earlier). âI-I canât hold it!â
âWhy would you hold it?â you ask her and pull her back against your bare chest. âRuin yourself all over me, you slut.â
You give her thrusts, quick, not too strong and that is all she needs. Her effort was remarkable but in the end she wants you to fuck her over the edge. Hanniâs pussy convulses around your cock, tries to milk it and you are about to give in when your cell phone rings.Â
âFuck,â you curse and pick it up while dropping a powerless Hanni to the carpet floor. âWho is this?â
âYo, have you turned on the TV?â the person on the other end, some former manager of a group you were interested in, asks. âToday are the MAMA awards.â
âAnd? Theyâve been the same for basically forever. And you know I donât have any control overââ
âOh no, another group has won.â You can hear the smirk on his lips. âI bet youâve heard the song and the groupâsome of them are under your wings, I assume?â
For a moment you are confused, then it dawns on you brightly. âYou could say that,â you respond calmly and look at one of those who are under your wingsâthough under your cock fits better. âLet me be honest, I did not think that they would make it this far.â
âTheir success is unheard of, they must have paid you really well,â he continues knowingly. The kind of business you do is in a paradoxical state of infamously known and also a dark secret in the industry. Itâs a tightly knit conspiracy where every wrong step, every wrong turn can cost you basically everything.Â
âMaybe they have to offer me something new, a MAMA win does not come around very often.â
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âCongratulations on your win. I bet this is part of every trainee's dreamâ Sent by you
âThank you, Daddy~ It definitely is, but Iâm certain we couldnât have done it without you â Sent by Hanni
You smirk and scroll through your gallery. There is a picture youâve saved, a picture of something you want. Some people screenshot what they want from social media apps or shopping sitesâyou will do the same right now, though your picture does not include a product one can buy.Â
âI found this picture of you and one of your friends. She is very attractive.â Sent by you
âI know, Danielle ist so damn pretty <3â Sent by Hanni
âHer prettiness equals probably two MAMA awardsâŚâ Sent by you
That should do it. Hanni is probably stunned right now. If Danielle is next to her, she probably looks at herâyour terrible influence deeply rooted in Hanniâs mindâand she will see what you see: another object for your desire, another girl you can train to make your personal fuck doll, another idol sold by her bandmate. Unlike Minji, Hanni might actually like the idea.Â
You wait patiently as she ponders, typing, then deleting message after message until she settles for a simple text that makes this unhinged, lustful being inside you lose any and all control.
âDaddy deserves his reward as soon as possible. We need just 20 to 30 minutes~â Sent by Hanni
With a victorious sigh, you throw away your smartphone. It audibly cracks on the floor, but you donât give a fuck. Phones can be bought again, but what you will get, no one can buy. These next twenty minutes will feel like hours and every second beyond that will make you lose your mind. Atleast, that is what you would have to assume if it werenât for someone suddenly sneaking into your apartment.Â
Timid, quiet steps. The person is not wearing shoes. You hear the door fall shut, gently and suddenly, she stands in your doorframe. As if your life was a script, written by a higher being which, for some reason, likes your story to be filled with as much sexual fulfillment as possible, Minji has decided to come visit you.Â
âHello, Daddy,â she coos, catching your gaze with the way she presses her frame against the door frame. Her two piece outfit with all its white frays perfectly merges with said door frame, the warm light making it look like she could disappear in your walls. âIâm sorry for not announcing myself, but may I come in?â
âThat depends,â you say, trying to act not-too-happy about her convenient timing. âItâs nice to see you barefooted and in this pretty outfitâbut you need to approach the right way.â
âOf course, Daddy.â
Minji gets on her knees. She begins to crawl over your wooden floor and seeing her eager eyes has you riled up. Instead of waiting for her to unbuckle your belt, you open it on your own and let your pants drop when her face reaches your crotch. Minji moans gently and presses her face against the massive bulge in your boxers. Sheâs not really teasing you. Itâs more of a ceremony, because Minji quickly proceeds to pull down your boxers with nothing but her teeth.
âDaddy, itâs so big and beautiful,â Minji says in all honesty, her idol persona washed away by her own horniness. âMay I service you with my mouth?â
âStick out your tongue,â you order and Minji follows. You slap your tip on the exposed wet muscle and watch her faintly smile at how excited you seem. âLooks really good, how could I say no?â
No warning and just a moment later, you are buried to the hilt in Minjiâs throat. She gags violently, her head tilted backwards and her wide eyes quickly release a torrent of tears. You donât comment on it, watch on with a cold, resting bitch face and begin to fuck her face roughly. Itâs hard thrust after hard thrust; not too fast though, because you want to see the submission steadily grow in her eyes.
âFucking good, so much better since you started taking my cock like a premium whore,â you hiss and reach for the sides of her head. She locks eyes with you and through a sea of tears, you can see that she is happy. Still happy. âBut it wonât be enough. I need more, another hole, and Iâm not talking about your pussy. I know that you are dripping from there, but Iâm going to split you open somewhere else.â
You pull out and watch Minji try to catch her breath, shocked, weak; she gets no time to recover however. You grab her hair and slide back into her not-awaiting, but slave-like throat. She takes your pounding even as it forcefully removes her faint mascara and leaves her a drooling mess. Itâs Minjiâs masterclass in deepthroatsâa fitting end, because you will fuck something else today.
After many harsh thrusts, too many to count, but enough to have Minji at your complete mercy, you pull out. She bends over, tries to keep her composure and breathe, but you wonât allow this. She has to look at you and understand what you desire. You slap her face and spit at it. âDonât avoid me, look at me!â you shout and Minji is tiny. A kneeling tiny bitch who follows your commands. âI will fuck your ass, do you understand?â
âYes, Master,â Minji cries and puts her forehead to the floor. âTha-Thank you for the award, Ma-Master. Please, a-abuse my ass.â
Not that it tugs at your heartstrings or anythingâbut instead of just fucking her in this state of complete devastation, you help her up, to her feet and cup her cheek firmly⌠almost gently. Minji still sobs, barely able to look up at you.
âYou are here to thank me with your ass? That is actually adorable and very thoughtful of you.â
âI-I thought, because Master hasnât fucked me th-there yet, and because he probably did with Hanni already, Iââ
âOh, I understand, but Minjiââ You lean down to her ear and whisper, while your hand travels down her bare midriff into the dress and finds her folds, soaked in arousal. ââwe are already past the Master stage. And you underestimate my greed, my desire for more, infinitely more. Donât worry about that though. Get on the couch and show me your cute little asshole.â
âO-okay. Thank you, Daddy.â
As Minji lays down and wiggles off the bottom part of her dress, you get a bottle of water-like lube from a drawer in the living room table. These bottles are always nearby because situations like this have occurred quite a few times in your life. More than you can count, enough to make you the biggest villain for every girl group fan.
When you pour the lube on your cock, you inspect Minji and her cute posture. She is on her back, legs spread and in the air, while her fingers keep her butt cheeks apart. Her ring twitches and it twitches more when you rub lube all over it. Minji mewls, and mewls some more when you push a finger past the first tightness to lube the inside as well.
âYou are a bit stiff, you need to loosen up or else it will hurt.â
âIsnât it supposed to hurt?â Minji asks in all honesty. âIâm okay with Daddy hurting me, as long as he feels good.â
You have to hold back or else you wouldâve laughed at her innocent expression and the confused fear in her orbs. You align your cock with her ass, not to immediately force yourself inside that hot, tight hole, but to teach Minji how to take you well.
âIf you relax, Minji, I promise it will feel good. Weird at first, probably too big, but the more you loosen up and let your asshole become a source for pleasure, it will feel great.â
âHanni probably already knows this,â Minji mumbles in shame. You quickly reach for her jaw and put a chaste kiss on her lips.
âTo be honest, I havenât even fucked her ass before, so stop worrying. Take deep breaths and stay re-laxed.â With those final words, you wait for Minji to follow your instructionsâbreathe in; breathe outâbefore you push your cock into her brown hole.
âOh Daddy, fuck,â Minji groans, right into your face and you love how her hands start to hold onto your back, your arms as you push more cock into her. âYou are so, so big!â
âThere is still more, but you are doing a great job, Minji,â you respond calmly, lifting up her ass a bit to penetrate her deeper. âSoon, youâll love this more than anything.â
âDaddy!â Your cock is fully inside her and Minji seems to go crazy, her head thrown back into the couch, her mouth releasing loud moans rapidly. Her anal cavity squeezes you tightly, tries to wring you and itâs insanely impressive. She takes you fully on the first go and slowly catches herself. âI-it feels weird but sooooââ
âGood, right? I can feel you relax, so I will start to fuck you for real now. Congratulations, youâre not a butt virgin anymore!â
Minji weakly laughs and then gasps when you drag your cock mostly out of her ass just to push it back in, deep, to the fucking hilt. You watch as her eyes open wide, then narrow, then close, all in the rhythm of your pumps. Her cunt drips more juice too, she cannot deny the pleasure.
âDaddy, why, why do you feel so good?â Minji screams. âWhy, your cockâyou made me your butt slut!â
âYouâre a natural at this, most of your kind quickly become addicted.â
âMake me addicted, Daddy! Please, use this hole and make meââ
You reach underneath her frayed top and pinch a hard nipple, while your teeth go for her lower lip. You can feel her insides combust, her ass clenching around your cock, her pussy convulsing around nothing, yet it is enough to make her cum. Minji is orgasming from just her ass, but she tries to hide it.Â
âThere is nothing to be embarrassed about,â you laugh and begin to fuck Minji harder, her ankles in your firm hands. âCum with your ass and be mine forever. You cannot escape anyways, so why would you want to? Donât run from the pleasure, because I wonât stop fucking you untilââ
Suddenly, you hear a key in the lock of your front door and someone whispering. Then quiet steps. Minji grows tense but you just smile at her, reassure her that there is nothing to be scared off. âOh, you know these two, donât worry~âÂ
âHuh?â
You look up and spot the first girl, Hanni, who smirks when she sees you. She puts a finger to her luscious lips and winks. You get her idea and press your palm on Minjiâs mouth to keep her quiet while you slowly thrust into her tight ass. The young girl is visibly shocked that you just continue, but her shock grows even more when she spots the second girl.
âUnnie, this is weird. How long do I have to wear this blindfold?â
âJust a little bit longer~ We are almost there, just a few more steps.â
Hanni guides the blind Danielle, a beautiful, skinny girl dressed in what you assume is a stage or award show outfit. Either way you love how exposed her midriff and collarbone are. Danielleâs skin is flawless and her face looks even better than in pictures or videos.
The two get closer. Hanni is now behind the taller girl and guides her by holding her hips. The two seem familiar with this kind of intimacy. You quietly pull out of Minjiâs butt and luckily, she stays quiet in this tense situation.Â
âDani, we have arrived,â Hanni giggles and wraps her hands around her friendsâ tiny waist. âI have a present for you, but you have to get on your knees and guess what it is~â
âUnnie, if itâs your pussy againâwe already did that! And if you want to fuck, you can just ask!â
You raise an eyebrow at Hanni who is clearly nervous and sweating. She got caught fucking with a second member of her group without your permission. You canât really blame her. You canât wait to stick your cock into that tight body and fuck Danielleâs mouth with your fingers. But for now, you let Hanni finish her game.
âThis time,â she continues and kisses Danielleâs shoulder. âItâs something different. I have found the biggest, most beautiful cock because I know you would want to suck one of those someday.â
Danielleâs pale skin starts to burn with a deep red. All of her blood seems to go to her face. She starts to lose focus and whimpers a bit, especially because Hanni becomes more touchy, hands on her chest, her tummy, her ass.
âH-how did you know, Unnie?â
âYou are really, really bad at hiding your dildoâs, Dani. I found like four of them. One still had your saliva around it~â
Danielle puts both hands to her face and lowers it in shame. Everyone in the room can still feel the glow of her blush through her fingers. You stroke your cock once, amused at the situation, but also tired of waiting. Hanni notices and continues her plan quickly.
âLook, Dani, Iâll show you how to do it.â Hanni lowers herself in between your legs. For the first time, you check out her outfit. Odd, you remember it from some performances a few months agoâdoes it really matter when she immediately goes to suck you, throat you even? âOh my, it tastes so good! I wonder why that is?â
You point to Minjiâs still exposed asshole and Hanni smirks knowingly. Poor Minji did not dare to move a single inch this entire time but now with Hanniâs loud gagging filling the room, she can stop being quiet and move her hands to cover up.
âU-unnie, are you really sucking it?â Danielle asks the obvious, still in disbelief. âIs it a real one, like, are you sucking a boy?â
Hanni pops you free from her perfect lips and makes sure to taste all of the lube and Minjiâs ass from your manhood with her tongue. She cleans you passionately, from sac to tip until you finally give her a bit of precum.Â
âDani, he is a man, a Daddy. Trust me, he is very good looking and his cock is even better~â Hanniâs voice is so lewd, it feels cursed with her adorable visuals. You relish in her compliments and brush her black strands back behind her ear. âKneel next to me and I show you.â
Danielle kneels down, her small frame taking the spot in between your legs next to Hanni. She is still confused though. âBut Unnie, how can you show me if Iâm not allowed to remove the blindfold?â
Hanni rolls her eyes and without warning, grabs Danielleâs face and pulls her into a kiss. The younger girl flails in surprise, finds hold on your thigh, but somehow she canât hold onto it for long. Maybe the thought of a stranger really seeing her like this makes her lose grip on the situationâa good thing in your book.
âHa-Hanni-unnie!â Danielle shrieks when their lips disconnect. âWhy, why did that taste so good?âÂ
âIf you want more, you need to suck and clean his cock like I did. Here, open your pretty mouth and be a good girl for Daddy~â
âYou say weird stuffâugh, hng!â
You groan softly when Hanni not-so-softly pushes Danielleâs face down your cock. A new, sensational throat engulfs you. Of course you expected violent gags and tears coming from behind the blindfold, how could you not. Hanni is literally forcing Danielle to deepthroat you for the first time. Her dildo training seems to have paid off however: Danielle is a lot more composed, measured even and makes sure to keep her teeth off of you.Â
Soon, she finds her own pace and bops up and down your shaft, using her tongue from time to time without yet knowing where it actually feels good for you. Itâs hard for her to learn when she canât read your facial expression, so she just guesses and sucks and bops her head. It makes it all the more impressive how she can keep up with you and do a better job than Minji did on her first try.
âHanni-unnie,â Danielle immediately shouts after getting her mouth off of your dick. âThat was very mean of you, like, what theââ
You interrupt the young, angry girl by giving her blindfold a tug and watching it fall off of her dazzling, still flushed features. You smirk down at her as she watches up in awe, her eyes inspecting you like you did to her earlier.
âOh, he-hello, sir,â Danielle says and tries to be formal while your cock is still on her lips. âIâm sorry we just walked into here and⌠about this.â She points at your hard shaft which you take in your hand and poke against her soft cheek.
âDonât worry about it, you beautiful thing. In fact, I should be sorry about this right here.â You point next to you, where Minji tries to cover up her pussy. âHope you donât mind.â
âYou, you had sex with Minji-unnie? Like, i-in her vagina?â
âOh Dani,â Hanni coos and puts a hand into Danielleâs red top. âYou donât know how good a real cock feels in your pussy. Way better than a dildo.â
âStop being so lewd, Unnie!â
âBut you two are wrong,â you interrupt them and look at Minji, who valiantly fights through her embarrassment. There is nothing to be embarrassed about though; she did great taking your cock in her ass. âWe had anal sex just now, and I think I speak for us both when I say that it was awesome.â
Hanni pouts at the thought of not yet having you in her ass while Danielle is both struck by horror and thrill when she cross-eyes your cock and then switches to look at Minjiâs butt, which you uncover for her.
âMinji-unnie, was it really that good?â Danielle asks with wide open eyes.
âYeah, how was it?â Hanni adds and involuntarily adds pressure for the leader to answer.
âI-it was⌠the best.â
A moment of silence and awkwardness for Minji until Danielle jumps up and pulls down her black skirt. Another unexpected turn, she seems to be ready to go asap. âSir, can youâwould you have sex with my butt too?â
âI thought youâd never ask,â you try to play it cool and reach for the bottle of lube. âTurn around, we need to get you ready.â
âHere, let me help you, Daddy.â Hanni gets a hold of Daniâs ass as soon as she spins around and spreads the cheeks apart. Dani gasps at first, but then giggles when she finds her Unnie to be already naked. She starts to kiss Hanniâs skin while you put the nozzle to her beautiful, clean ring and push lube inside. Danielle shudders while Hanni looks on with jealousy. It will be her turn soon enough though.Â
âYou have a gorgeous body, Dani,â you compliment her before grabbing her waist and pulling her onto you. âYou are so light, I think I need to try a new position with you. Are you down for that?â
âSir, Iâif itâs not too crazy, I think I can do it. But remember, this is my first time.â
âYou have to be relaxed, Dani,â Minji suddenly adds and stands next to her, not covering her private parts anymore. âIf you are tense, itâs going to hurtâwhen you are loose however, Daddy can fuck you so good, it will feel like heaven.â
âO-okay then, I think Iâm ready.â
You nod and lay down on the couch, Danielle on top of you. She rests her back on your strong chest and your hard cock searches for her tight asshole. Luckily, Hanni is there to help align your tip with it (not before sucking it of course). Dani takes deep breaths instinctively and with your primal instinct to fuck, your cockhead disappears in her ass.
âOh fuck, that looks so hot!â Hanni coos.
âStop staring, please,â Danielle whimpers and you feel her incredible texture convulse around your aroused phallus. No, she definitely gets turned on by this, so youâll make it even better.
âHanni, keep staring,â you order. âOh, and make your mouth useful on my ass. See it as punishment for having sex with Dani without my permission.â
âYes, Daddy, Iâm sorry Daddy.â
âSir, isnât this too lewd?â Dani asks while you begin to rock her thin body up and down your cock like itâs a fleshlight.Â
âMinji, how about you lick Danielleâs pussy. Make yourself familiar with it.â
âYes, Daddy, she tastes really sweet and is quite⌠wet.â Minji smiles and you get what she means. Her mouth is promptly on Daniâs clit and now the two are moaning in unison. Your thrusts into Daniâs ass become harder.
âOh dang, so much in my a-aâ, I mean butt,â she whispers and you look at her face. âSir, you are one lewd bastâ person. Making young girls do this stuff. Arenât you a bit too old for us?â
âMaybe that is why they call me Daddy,â you respond, the humor lost because your expression remains stern even through the pleasure. âDonât hold back, curse as much as you want. This is no tv show or live stage. Get used to this cock, because I wonât stop after this one time.â
âI wonât either, you fucking bastard.â
Your lips meet in a haze, then you decide to give it your all. You fuck Dani hard, force more and more curse words out of her good-girl-mouth. Her cunt is forced against Minjiâs eager lips, while you make sure Hanni is covered in your muskâthough she kinda seems to enjoy serving your ass. Even after all this, she might still be the best baby girl out of this trio.
âYes, fuck, yes, you fill my tiny ass so good! Fuck me with your big fat cock, give me that cock, open me so wide until Iââ
âYou horny bitch.â You yank down her top to reveal tiny tits, jiggling a little at your every thrust. Her skin is glowing, she is in complete heat. Danielle is a nymph with a tight ass and a pussy so wet, she can save someone from dehydration. You want to test your theory, if her orgasm is as explosive as you want it to be.
âMy Lord, Iâm so going to fucking cum, I will cum! Make me squirt, make me fucking, ahh!â
Like a fountain, Danielleâs juices paint Minjiâs face, cover her hair and even Hanni below. She also doesnât stop, not with your endless thrust into her ass. She is like an infinite source, eventually filling Minjiâs mouth and marking Hanni as a dirty, rimming whore covered in girl cum.
âThat was so good, Sirââ
âWe are not yet done!â You squeeze Dani to your chest so she cannot escape and start to violate her ass some more, to the point your entire cock stretches her in all directions. For some reason, you feel like you could breed this hole for two eternities, but for now, one massive load has to be enough.Â
With your final, deepest of thrusts, you force all of your seed into Danielleâs tight ass-pussy, fill it up and make sure she is tight enough to keep it inside for now. Pulling out is hard but rewarding, and hearing, feeling her pant on top of you is heavenly.Â
âItâs so deep in me, fuck,â she moans and you bite her cheek.Â
âPush it out of your slutty hole, you naughty bitch.Â
âHanni, Minji! Get ready for your daily load!â
The two girls are under our spell, not questioning anything you say and stick out their tongue underneath Danielleâs butthole. You pull back her heels to give them more space and with an blissful, erotic expression, Dani lets her ass be gaped. Your creamy white cum oozes out of her and Minji and Hanni greedily eat it all up, even getting their tongues into the completely overstimulated girl and cleaning her butthole.
âShit, this is so lewd,â Dani whimpers and you put a hand around her throat.
âAfter I fuck Hanniâs ass in a rough Doggy, my heel on her face because I know she loves that, you will eat my cum out of her ass too. And donât lie; I know you will like it.â
Danielle grins, licking her lips in excitement. âYou are such a nasty bastard, Daddy.â
(A/N2: here is the very short version, I'll release a longer announcement later this week probably. I have decided to quit for a while, maybe forever but that is still in the stars. I can still write and I kinda like it, but this endless cycle of horniness and unhinged smut is killing me. I also need to focus on life/studies. More on that later this week. Love you all, peace out.)
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k07. group sex | donât make me choose
logan howlett x reader x wade wilson x vanessa carlysle
rated e - 3k
tags: fem!reader, pure pwp, vignettes, poly relationship, mutual crushes, drinking games, foursome, oral sex, face sitting, fingering, hair tugging (reader), PiV, shared blowjob, creampie, come eating, 69 (while getting fucked), light ass play, spitting, marathon piv session
a/n: @sir-thisisadndserver sent me a lovely request about writing a logan x reader x wade x vanessa fic, which I thought would be perfect to share for kinktober! đ thank you so much emma & I really hope you like it!
âGun to your head,â Wadeâs hand raises - two fingers making a barrel, his curled thumb the hammer, âIf your life hung in the balance of an orgasm, which one of us would you pick to help you out?â
(or - when a midnight game takes a turn, Vanessa, Wade, and Logan all work together to help you decide.)
There has to be something about the way they always convince you to stay later.
Offering another drink. A hand on your arm, a sweet smile. A âdonât worry, Logan will walk you homeâ - and he always does, hands jammed in the pockets of his leather as he lingers just a moment more, as your heart flutters behind your ribs. Making sure you get inside, safe and sound.
Lately, itâs become a âitâs getting pretty late, why donât you just sleep over?â
The apartment is already small, crammed to the brim as is. It would be easier to book a ride home.
But for the second time in two weeks, your legs tuck beneath you. Wadeâs friends - yours too, really, youâve been hanging around enough that you think you could call them that - heading out an hour ago.
Your nice clothes for the get-together exchanged for an oversized shirt of Loganâs. Someoneâs boxers slipped on as shorts - Wadeâs, you think, from the bright pattern of red hearts across the pink fabric.
Hushed conversations in the living room, reminiscent of sleepovers in your youth, except for how filthy the conversations are.
And just like then, you can never bear leaving early.
Clinging on to each word, each accidental touch as a bowl of popcorn is passed over. The lean of Vanessaâs back against your legs when another movie starts.
Your shoulder and hip mapped with Loganâs, when you all try to fit on the couch.
Donât even mind the way you always ache the next day. Far too fucking old to sleep on the makeshift bed Wade throws together - cushions dragged down from the couch, an excess of his decorative throw pillows littered across the floor.
Bargaining for Altheaâs quilt collection in exchange for her sole use of the narrow twin bed that night.
Itâs worth it, those few stolen minutes when you wake up before them. Shuffled together in some combination that changes each time.
A mess of limbs, and each time it sends your heart jolting. Something impossible that you canât help but wish for planted in your chest when an arm manages to sling across your waist.
Trying to ignore how natural it feels, because clearly it must just be you. Reading into things, as always.
The game youâre playing - something Wade whipped up called Risky Quizness - breaks you out of your reverie, as he hurls another question at Logan.
âIf you had to choose between having the Hulkâs dick but a normal-sized body, or the Hulkâs body and a regular-old johnson, which would you choose?â
Your snort of bemusement matches Loganâs, his brow furrowing with a scowl, âCanât you ever ask a normal fucking question?â
âIt is a normal fucking question,â Wade smirks, âYouâre already working with one of those combos, minus the green, and I just wanna hear you admit it.â
The implication has your cheeks heating. Wondering how Wade would know. Knowing he must, by the way Loganâs ears pinken and eyes pull away.
âPass.â Itâs growled out, as Logan takes another swig of the beer heâd been nursing.
Wade pivots on the spot, set between the three of you. Facing you now, and your breath hitches in anticipation.
Youâve already spilled your most embarrassing moments. Your childhood crushes. A disaster of a first kiss. The true depths and deep cuts of your âhear me outâ list. Even your first time - all stories spread out over the nights together.
And yet somehow, youâre still nervous heâll nudge at your deepest secret of all.
His eyes narrow as he thinks.
âGun to your head,â Wadeâs hand raises - two fingers making a barrel, his curled thumb the hammer, âIf your life hung in the balance of an orgasm, which one of us would you pick to help you out?â
Oh.
Fuck.
âWade.â Vanessa hisses, shooting him a look.
âHer future is at stake, Ness,â Wade counters, severely, âBesides, Iâm trying to help my boy out-â
But itâs Logan that addresses you first, his gaze heavy as his head cocks.
âAwfully quiet over there, sweetheart.â
A slight buzz still lingers - your mind and swirl, and the solid wall of your filter poked through with holes.
âI, uhm,â You start, as three sets of eyes fix on you.
Going silent, with the sudden attention.
âHuh. Thought I had you pegged,â Wade hums, eyes narrowing, âCanât pretend Iâm not offended for him that youâd rather take the L than fuck Wolvie here-â
You head shakes - not wanting them to think that, âItâs not-â
âWhat is it, then?â His grin widens, âDonât have to be shy, babe. We all like pussy here, if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
Another reproachful look, though Vanessaâs eyes donât stray long from yours.
âNo, itâs really-â You sigh, feeling helpless. Knowing heâll keep nudging until you give him what he wants, âI, uh, I just⌠canât pick.â
Silence lingers, and the heat in your chest creeps up to your ears.
âCanât choose.â You laugh, self-conscious, âDoesnât seem fair to, with, you know-â
âWith?â Logan prompts - his voice low. That rough edge, as your eyes flick towards him.
âWith how I feel.â You finish, lamely.
Youâd thought your attraction to Logan as youâve gotten to know him would advert the crush youâd been harboring on Wade and Vanessa.
But⌠it hasnât. If anything, the shared time as your friendship grew only added to those feelings, leaving you hopelessly pining for all of them.
Forced to finally admit it.
âGreedy girl.â Wade coos - delighted - the puzzle pieces slipping into place.
Vanessa is the one that moves first.
Her weight shifting, as you inhale a breath. Moving from against the couch to kneel in front of you, movements slow as her hands plant on either side of your thighs.
âMaybe we can help you choose?â She smiles, eyes dropping to your lips. A quick glance towards Wade, as she adds, âLadies first.â
And as her mouth presses sweetly to yours - think you may have just died and gone to heaven.
Scratch that. This is heaven.
Her thighs inch wider, calves already pressing into your bare shoulders. Your borrowed shirt lost somewhere, between the tug of her fingers and the twine of tongues.
The layers she wore soon following, your begged request murmured against her lips as you settled back against the floor, urging her on top. A shrill whistle that cut short with a grunt, when Loganâs elbow sinks into Wadeâs gut.
Dark eyes peer down, but you miss them - too busy mapping over each and every inch of Vanessa, as she hovers above your mouth.
âYou sure?â
Wade chuckles, answering for you, âBelieve us, babe. When we say âsitâ, we mean sit-â
Her teeth sink into her lip, âSheâs not strong like you are, honey-â
Strong enough. It flickers through your mind, as your hands curve against her hips and tug. Lips parted, mouth ready to meet her.
You moan, as she pitches forward - hands splaying on either side of your head. As your tongue presses against her pussy, soft and wet and the low gasp she makes has you clenching.
âSupposed to be making you come,â Vanessa breathes, as she rocks into your mouth. As you taste her, tangy-sweet.
You suppose sheâs right, but youâve been dreaming about this for months. Hands flatten against her thighs, a silent plea for her to stay. Still marveling over the fact that the making out with you made her like this.
Leaking agains your tongue. The short panting breath, hands that cup at her breasts. The soft moan as her head dips to kiss Wade, as he fists his pulled-free cock.
âCome on, baby girl.â He grins, âGet over here. Canât Choose means you, too.â
Thereâs a huff, near your ankles. Something growled out you miss, with the way her thighs press against your ears.
âCan Logan touch you, honey?â Vanessa decides for him - her fingers brushing your cheek, âHeâs going to go wild if he canât get his hands on you.â
You hum in assent, a distracted nod of your head. Too focused on her, listening to what makes her squeal. Wishing you could use your fingers, though thereâs nothing that would make you want to move now.
Hands palm at your legs. Muffled words melding, as the pink boxers are tugged from you. Thighs pushed wide, as a warm weight settle between them.
The wet drag of a tongue had your hips jerking into his mouth. A little laugh from Vanessa, as she shifts - grinding against your tongue.
âFeels good, doesnât he?â She coos, âAlmost as good as you.â
Logan grunts. Hungry - fingers nudging at your slick entrance. One finger sinking inside, and then another. Starting a slow rhythm that you find yourself matching, with the drag of your tongue and the rock of your hips.
You wish you could stay just like this forever. This loop of pleasure that sparks from your mouth to your core, giving and receiving. This is the way it should be, you think.
Trapped between them. The only way it would be better was if Logan was inside you.
Sharing you with Wade. Both of them splitting you open as Vanessa keeps your mouth blissfully busy.
The thought had pleasure hitching inside you. Your eyes long squeezed shut, as you concentrate. Trying to keep your pace steady, your lips sealed against her clit. Fingers tracing along her thigh until you can rub against the tight bud, your tongue slipping down to press inside.
She keens, and that pressure inside your surges - crashing over you.
Too much, with the pound of his fingers. Working you open, getting you ready for later. His tongue flicking against your clit - youâre already such a mess that itâs almost cheating with how quickly youâre yanked to the edge.
The suction of his lips pulling you over. Your moan muffled as your nose nuzzles against her mound. Groaning into her pussy as Vanessaâs fingers twist into your hair, tugging.
And when her hips arch, clit pulsing against your tongue a moment later -
Itâs bliss.
The aftershocks still wrack through you, when Vanessa lifts off your face. Swooping down to kiss you soundly, your head lifting to chase when she pulls away.
âOne.â Logan hums with satisfaction - another slow lick against your core.
âTeam effort,â She amends, curling next to you with a smile, âYou boys gonna give it a shot?â
Wade grins, as Logan pushes himself up - his cock tented against his sweat. Moving up to kiss you next, and you wonder if he can taste Vanessa on your lips, the way you can taste yourself on his.
His tongue sweet as it swipes against yours - something youâve dreamed of - wished for - often.
It sends another wash of need over you, as his hands guide you to flip over.
âYou Grandpa Joeâd that one, babe,â Wade shakes his head, âJust sat there while our girl and Lo did all the work.â
Her eyes roll, before they flick to yours, âIs that right?â
Your head shakes, pussy-drunk. A soft moan as Loganâs cock swipes against your folds, his hand biting into your hip.
âWanted to,â You repeat, the words stringing out, pitching high, as he inches into you, âWanted, fuck, Logan-â
âWant another one, baby.â He hums, sinking slowly into you, âNeed to feel you around my cock this time.â
Seating himself in you, as Vanessaâs teeth nip at your neck. As Wade settles in front of you, boxers kicked off - baring mottled skin and the heavy hang of his length.
âOld manâs not gonna last long,â He mock-sighs, âHas been edging that hard-on for you for months now.â
The admission sends heat coursing through you. Recalling all the looks over the late-night hours. Reading into each and every interaction, combing for clues he enjoyed your company as much as you did his.
Who knew all you had to do was ask?
âKeep that mouth shut,â Logan growls, âOr Iâll find a way to keep it busy.â
âDonât threaten me with a good time-â He chokes on the last word, as Vanessaâs hand wraps around him.
âHush. Not like we havenât wanted this as well,â She chides, before sending a wink your way. âLet me show you what he likes.â
Letting you watch, as her tongue slips up his shaft.
Letting you join, a moment later.
Spit-slick kisses against the leaking head. Colorful curses strung together as Loganâs thrust sends him nudging against the back of your throat.
It makes your brain spin, thoughts going hazy. Easing off him, so you can mouth at his shaft, tongue dragging against the curve of his sack.
Messy, with the spit that smears against your lips. Hers and yours, melding when Vanessa brings your mouths together, the head of his cock trapped between the two of you.
All but drooling on him, as Loganâs hips snap. Fingers biting into your skin, until a hand slips around your hip.
Skating across slick skin, nudging the tips against your clit.
âStill so fucking wet for us.â Itâs growled out, pleased.
His thrusts turning harder, when he feels how you clench around him. Already attuned to the way your body tightens when youâre close - and with the way heâs man-handling you, that heated pleasure is already curling again inside you.
Fucking you, toying with your clit until youâre moaning around Wadeâs cock. Fingers denting his thigh as you cling to him, pulling back until your face can bury against his hip.
âGive us a second one, sweetheart.â Logan growls, âKnow you fucking need it, can feel you squeezing me.â
You whimper. Too many hands on you - slender fingers against your tits, cupping soft skin. Scarred hands tracing along your jaw, fingers pressing against your tongue.
Teeth biting down - muffled moans as you obey. Coming harder that before with the way youâre stuffed full of cock, your head still hazy from the last round.
The clutch of your cunt pulls him over soon after. A rough snarl, as his hips nudge flush. Cock throbbing, as he fills you with pulse after pulse, painting your walls with his release.
You pant, a palm flattened against Wadeâs abs, to steady yourself. The heady thrum lingering, close to painful with how quickly he had made you come again.
A low hiss, when Logan eases himself out. His hand smoothing over your hip, squeezing at your ass.
You can feel him drip from you. Smearing across your inner thigh, as he presses a kiss against to your shoulder.
âDibs!â Wade grins.
It only takes a moment before he has you flipped over. Settling between your thighs.
Your protest breaking off, turning sharp as his tongue flicks against your sensitive clit.
He never minds cleaning up a mess.
Somewhere along the way, with the swapping of hands and press of mouths, you forget how this all started.
That silly little game slipping from your mind, as you watch Logan make good on his promise. The flex of Wadeâs throat as he takes him to the hilt, a contented hum replacing the running commentary.
Getting him ready again for now. Your own legs trembling, knees pressing into the carpet again as you keep your balance.
Leaning into the soft swipe of a tongue between your thighs. Your own teasing clit and cock, dragging against Loganâs length as he rocks into Vanessa.
Her fingers pinch at your tits from beneath you, making you groan. Wadeâs spit-slick thumb nudging against your ass, as he sinks deep.
His other hand gripping your hip, tugging you back to meet him, when your rhythm grows sloppy.
Not using to being surrounded, like this.
Loganâs hand on the back of your head. Fingers twisted in your hair, keeping your mouth positioned against the pussy below you.
Keeping you focused, as spit swirls on your tongue. Dropping down from parted lips, as Logan fucks it into her. Your mouth following, feeling how she squirms beneath you.
Wadeâs hand around the back of Loganâs neck - tugging until their mouths meet, above. That loop of pleasure, slowly growing.
They ruin you for everyone else. How could you ever go back, after this? Guiding hands as they move you into place. Addicted to the sweet stretch - keeping your mouth and pussy full, just like you needed.
Donât know how they can keep going. Wade had joked about their stamina before, but you had always thought he was exaggerating.
They seem dead-set on seeing the sunrise with you, and at this moment, you donât seem to care.
Not with the way Wadeâs cock strokes a spot inside you that has you seeing stars. The little whine as you try to squirm away, only to have three sets of hands on you.
Helping you lean into it - the swirling surge that threatens to pull you under. The way you tighten, breath growing short as you pant against Loganâs hip.
Wadeâs name on your lips, all but sobbed out.
âFive.â He coos.
And theyâre still not finished yet.
Youâre using someoneâs thigh as a pillow. Loganâs, you think, from the heat and dark dust of hair when your cheek turns.
Fucked out, cock-and-pussy drunk. Completely boneless, and youâre sure you owe someone some dry-cleaning, with the way Wade had just made you gush.
Vanessaâs head tucked against your shoulder, her long hair ticking your nose.
âDid you decide?â She asks sleepily - the slight curve of her lips as for face tips so she can see you.
Your teeth sink into your bottom lip. Wadeâs fingers tracing circles against your hip, from where his arm is thrown over the waist.
Greedy girl he has said, earlier. He was right. Always prone to overthinking, but there was something that felt simple, now. Inevitable, in the way that you fit together even better than before.
Like it was always meant to be.
The golden peek of sun washes warm over you, the question coming easily.
âCan I pick all of you?â
She smiles.
âI was hoping youâd ask that.â
thank you so much for reading! đ
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Hi Hoshi đ¤ so I just recently read your threesome Toji/Sukuna fic (hot af btw), I love those two bastards so much đŠ Can I please request facefucking with them pleaseeee, like youâre on your knees sucking both of their cocks đŠđŠ I love fics about them but I literally never saw the description of double dick sucking, and I think that would be so hot, right? Especially when they are mean đ¤ Please help a girl out đđťđđť
đ. đ§đ¨đđ: man, I'm so happy I finally have the free time to write this out, lmao.
âš đđ¨đ§đđđ§đđŹ: Toji + Sukuna x gn! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - handjobs - blowjobs - face + throat-fucking - degradation (bitch, broad, cumslut, slut, whore) - dick slaps - double dick-sucking - pet names (baby, doll, dollface, pet, vermin, sweetie) - heavy depictions of a blowjob (shit finna get nasty) - facials - mention of spit/saliva and tears.
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âYeah, just like that, slut. Suckinâ on me like a real broadâŚHmmfuck.â
âShit, that tongue of yârs, Y/n. Actinâ like my cockâs goinâ somewhereâŚâ
Have you ever sucked two dicks simultaneously?
Well, it is quite a time; you should know...
You stood on your knees with hands busy, stroking two men who stood before you. Each palm grasps and strokes a cock within the proximity, the tips exerting precum oozing down to your pretty fingers as your fingertips sense the veins and rough skin.Â
You bring the dick in your right to your lips, licking on the tip and adding more of your saliva to it. With hollow cheeks, you suck the cockhead inside your mouth, purring as youâre taking in every inch into your oral cavity and throat.
A hand finds its way onto your cheeks, squeezing them as you lick the underside while your left hand keeps jerking. Toji chuckles, âYa look so good, princess,â he slaps the tip onto your lips, a gesture to put him back into your warm mouth. âMmmm, you know how much I like you beinâ dirty frâ me. Show me how slutty you can really be.â
Your eyes peer at his face and follow his indirect command. Your left hand gets firmer with every stroke, lathering the tip with your spit as your tongue flicks on his frenulum. Onyx eyebrows pull towards each other as Tojiâs grin gets broader. âHeh, yeah, just like that, baby; make it real wet and sloppy.âÂ
You hum as you get to work, focusing your lips on just the tip as your hand increases in pace. Your fingers slid up and down on his shaft while slurping on his tip. Drool pools with every push and pull, mixing with the bits of cum coming from his urethra. âGoddamn, dollâŚâ you hear him mutter above you, noting the cue to persist in your actions. Plus, judging by how the limb occupying your palm is pulsing, the older man is not too far from release.
HoweverââDonât forget about me, vermin.â
Your face is yanked off of Tojiâs length, and your cheek is instantly met with the member on your right. The angry tip poking your skin, painting it with precum. Sukuna snickers wickedly, pushing his cockhead to your lips without your cooperation. âAttend to me, pet; you know Iâm not one to wait.â
He doesnât delay for you, forcing the tip inside your mouth for your tongue to greet. And he doesnât allow you to accommodate his girth, already busying your throat with the length burrowing inside. His firm grip on your head prompts you to and fro, and the harsh ruts to your face become hard to predict.
Tears leave the reservoir of your eyes, striking down whenever Sukunaâs pelvis smacks onto your lips. Muffled cries appease the tattooed individual, throwing his head back at your chin and hitting his balls with every pump. You suck on him hard while Toji groans to your left, your hands on his scrotum knead and massage as he fists his own dick as you please the other.Â
Sukunaâll pull you to the frenulum, then rush you to the base of his pubes. Balls slapping to your chin with drool sticking onto you, your nose crashing to his body thanks to the rough rhythm, and your eyes lock into his four devilish crimson ones â thatâs how he likes it. âLook at you, whore. So fucking filthy just for some dick, huh?â A rhetoric answered only by your eyes rolling to the top of your head as he shoves his entire bulge. âNasty bitch.â
âFffuuck,â The dark-haired man croaks, his hand on his shaft picking up in speed. âSo close...â
The pink-haired one agrees. âHmmph, me too, shitâŚHey, dollface, finish us good and well, ya hear?âÂ
Again, no words are spoken, only actions. You swiftly remove Sukuna from your throat and bring this session to a close. Your hands bring both cocks to your mouth, elated to accept both the tips of their dicks into your mouth with a euphoric mewl.
Both men hiss at their sensitive parts being swallowed in simultaneously, tending them with teasing licks and sucking them with puckered lips. Your tongue serves as a weapon, swirling around them, which results in the men groaning deliciously.Â
To chase their orgasms down, you suck roughly on both cocks, bobbing your head while your hands please them in whichever way you can. Erratic strokes on Tojiâs member have him almost choking, and Sukunaâs hips buck involuntarily when you grip his balls unbeknownst to him. And finally, they unanimously spill their semen into your mouth, your shriek covered by their loads filling inside. You swallow as much as possible, even if the job is as messy and ungraceful as youâd want it to be. Fluids and saliva drip to your chin and meet the cold floor.Â
Your head stays bobbing in a steady cadence, humming blissfully as you gulp down their essence. But to showcase, you remove yourself and open your mouth, having the two watch you accept their seed shooting out and disheveled face.
Toji scoffs at the display. âA dirty, pretty thing, arenât ya, Y/n?â
And Sukuna tilts his head with a smirk. âExpect nothing much from a cumslut like you.â
Š đđ¨đŹđĄđ˘đ đŤđđ˛2024 â reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly â header edit done by me + dividers by @/benkeibear.
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devilâs advocate || joel miller x f!reader
happy belated birthday to the man himself :3
pairing: daddy dom!joel x f!reader rating: 18+ explicit minors dni summary: joel misses you while heâs away at work. warnings: [no-outbreak], established relationship, age gap [reader is 20âs, joel is late 50âs], dd/lg dynamics, daddy kink, sending nudes, m!masturbation, possessive language, pet names [little bug, baby angel], mentions of reader wearing a collar, references to: smut, tummy bulge, and creampies, joelâs pov. word count: 2.3kÂ
a/n: letâs pretend this isnât my second fic of joel having a wank lmao. anyways! this is another little snippet of life with daddy joel. however, it can be read as a standalone, but if you would like some context of how this all started, i recommend reading intermission first. a gazillion thank youâs to @pedrospatch for betaâing this for me, for all the reassurance, and not letting me get cold feet and to @dinandwhiskey for yapping about these two with me endlessly from day one, this silly little concept wouldnât exist without you <33
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Joelâs in his office looking at blueprints when his phone buzzes against his leg. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, eyes squinting as the bright screen lights up his dim office. His heart pinches in his chest when he sees your name across his screen.Â
do you like this one daddy?
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He taps on the notification. His mouth hangs open, throat dry, dumbfounded as he takes in the picture. You, on your knees in the bedroom, wearing a white slip nightgown. The sleeves cut off at your shoulders; thereâs a lace trimming along the neckline â too high for his liking â that it almost meets the heart-shaped charm dangling from your collar; angel, it reads; he smiles to himself when he sees it. The lace continues down your front and stops at your middle, where a matching white belt cinches in your waist, accentuating your figure. The silk material cuts at your knees.Â
Jesus Christ. Thereâs a tightness in his stomach, and somewhere else. He knows what youâre doing, knows this is a game you play very well. You know you donât need his opinion or permission. Everything you wear, everything you do drives him fucking crazy. You drive him crazy.Â
Whatever you like, angel, he types out. His thumb hovers over the too small blue arrow when another text with a different photo attached comes through.Â
or how about this one?
This time the slinky nightgown is baby pink, lace running across the deep neckline. The material clings to your breasts so well, he can tell your nipples are peaked beneath it. Thereâs matching lace at the bottom of the skirt, cuts high up your left thigh, and a tiny bow sits atop the slit, identical to the one in between your breasts.Â
The stiffness in his jeans starts to throb. Youâve got him wrapped around your pretty little finger, so much youâve conditioned him to get hard anytime he seesâ thinks of you.Â
Heâs so damn hard. Rock solid, and he canât wait any longer. He pops open his jeans, and drags the zipper down too quick; it snags on denim. He doesnât even hesitate to unzip the metal teeth of his fly entirely, heâs too desperate. Joel shucks his cotton boxers down enough to clumsily pull his already leaking cock out. He spits in his hand, groans lowly as he curls it around his heavy length, and starts pumping.Â
Joelâs head falls back, and he breathes a sigh of relief as he fucks his fist. He was half-hard all day, All your fault, he thinks. Trotting into the kitchen in one of your pretty little dresses while he cooked up your breakfast, your head bopping along to the record heâd put on as you rounded the kitchen island to take your seat at the table, plate full of eggs and bacon in hand to start your morning. Hips swaying, frilly fabric swishing, barely covering the plump curve of your ass, but just enough to tease him. Something youâre always doing. Â
His mind wanders. Imagines what the material youâre wearing in the photo feels like in his hands. You both favor the frilly dresses, tiny and soft against your skin. Heâs always careful not to rip the delicate fabric; he likes the sight of fucking you in them more than ripping them into pieces. But he likes the silk ones too; likes running his roughened fingertips along the lace trimming, tracing it over your breasts, following the line down your body until his fingers meet your bare thighs. His hands always dipping beneath the hem, seeking more, as if itâs second nature to him. Fingers finding your sex â always dripping with arousal â then his palms move to the swell of your ass, gripping and digging into your plush flesh, pulling you closer into his chest and both of you moaning in unison.Â
He groans, bites his bottom lip to stifle it. He canât be too loud, not with his crew on the other side of the door. You make him feel like a damn teenager. Making him so hard that he has to jack his cock in the quiet dark of his office, willing himself not to make a sound because heâs too impatient to wait until he returns to you. Thatâs what you do to him.Â
Joel can never get through a full workday without thinking of you. YouâŚsimply living and breathing is all that manages to take up his mind. All he ever thinks about is you, consumes his very being. All of this is nothing. Serves as nothing but a distraction for him until he can get back to you. Never not checking every damn clock or a crew members' watch at every turn on every job site, nearly begging for the day....everyday to be over, wants nothing more than to take you into his bed or take you right there on the couch or the kitchen if thatâs where you are when he gets home. Wants to spread you out and split you open on his cock, burying himself in until he meets resistance and elicits that soft gasp from your lips, the one that makes him forget about the world for a moment or two. Wants to grab your hand and cup his shape through your tummy and tell you, Feel me right there, baby? Daddyâs always right there, ainât he?Â
He hears your moan echoing in his ears, and the quick tugs of his fist increase almost unconsciously. He used to think the sounds you made were his favorite. Your giggles when he pulls at your ankles to bring you closer. Your whimpers when he teases his cock over your panties (in retaliation for teasing him). Your body writhing beneath the broad weight of him when he finally slips it in; daddy, pouring from your lips as he plays with you.
Now, he reckons itâs more than that.
Itâs how you taste on his tongue â warm and sweet when he glides it through your drooling folds. Itâs how you feel around him â your little wet cunt sucking him in, made just right for him. Your skin, soft and delicate, waiting to be marked black and blue. Your body putty and pliant, curling and melting into him on the couch or in his bed after a long day. Itâs how you trust him completely â without hesitation as he does what he pleases with you. It's how you look at him â gorgeous wide eyes sparkling and a sleepy smile on your face beaming up at him in the soft morning glow when you wake up beside him. Itâs the first thing he sees every morning and his heart fucking flutters.
Itâs everything. All of it and more.Â
His fist tightens around his cock, thumb sweeping over his wide tip â leaking and an angry shade of purple. Angry because his fist isnât enough; itâll never be enoughâ
His phone buzzes as a third photo with a message pops into the text thread, his head snaps down and his eyes meet the photo in a nanosecond. Â
is it too short daddy?Â
He inhales sharply through his nose as he studies the photo; youâre wearing the same outfit, only now youâre bent at the waist, your hands flat on the mattress, and leaning forward on the balls of your feet â ruffled white socks sitting low on your ankles. The lace hem of your skirt has ridden up just enough to reveal yourself to him. You. On full display â only for him to see â and yetâ
Not short enough, he wants to respond.Â
He sets his phone down on his denim-clad thigh, thumb tapping on the photo before his fingers pinch outward, zooming in. Â
Christ. There they are. Taunting him beneath the thin pink cherry speckled panties that barely cover your holes, just waiting for him â waiting to be filled until youâre sore and leaking and so full of him he has to work his cum back into your spent hole.Â
Hole.Â
He hasnât delivered on his promise to fill the other one. Not in the way youâve been asking.Â
Baby angel, we oughta do it right. We oughta go slow.Â
Heâs been training you for the last little while; he knows heâs too big to take all at once. One day heâll make good on his promise. Daddy always keeps his promises, donât he little bug?Â
His phone buzzes once more, cutting through his reverie. You sent him a fourth photo withâ
miss you daddy :(Â
The skirt of your nightgown is bunched around your hips, your thighs spread and fingers skimming beneath the band of your panties, his eyes trail down, following the line of your small fingers, and then he sees itâ
The wet stain of your slick on the front of your baby pink panties; your cute little clit, soft and puffy against the sheer material â peeking out â almost like itâs calling out for him. Â
Fuck. Poor baby. Daddyâs cominâ. Just a little longer.Â
Joelâs jaw clenches, and the tension pulls taut in his stomach. He should be there. Needs to be there. Push the head of his cock past your puffy folds â returning home â repenting for being away for so long, for leaving you at all. Warm velvet walls pulsing around him as he thrusts in, in, in.Â
Beads of sweat roll off his forehead and into his temples, pencil slipping from behind his ear and clattering on the wooden floor as he lets his head roll back on his neck, hitting the back of the chair, his eyes slip closed. Lets himself think of sinking into you, the warmth of your skin against his, your velvet cunt snug around him â soft and swollen and wet â fluttering around him, squeezing him until he comes.
His hips falter, breath now shaky and weak, muscles in his belly tightening as the coil deep within him threatens to snap. Joel retracts his left hand from his phone and lifts it to cup the weight of his balls, kneading gently at the stretchy flesh. His office chair squeaks as his back arches, canting his hips upwards, rutting into his own fist â desperate â like a fucking puppy. His left hand squeezes around his balls tighter, right arm tenses as his wrist pumps faster â still not enough.Â
He hears you then â all whiny and meek â Daddy. Please. Daddy, fill me up, need it inside please.Â
And itâs all he needs.Â
âOhh baby,â he breathes, mouth falling open, filthy groans clawing through the walls of his throat, echoing against the ceiling and the four walls of his office, as the tidal waves crash over him and take him under.Â
His head snaps down in time to watch his release, cock pulsing and twitching as thick, hot ropes of cum spurting from his tip coat the distressed wood of his desk, landing within a hair's breadth of the blueprints. Shouldnât be there. He thinks of painting your insides with him, filling you up with his spend and making you his, over and over and over.Â
Fuck, thatâs it â Fuck, he groans.Â
Heâs in a trance, and itâs almost like heâs coming again. His thighs tremble as his thumb glides across his tip, and he imagines the curved head nudging against that special place inside you while your nails scrape across the nape of his neck, marking him as yours. He lets his eyes close slowly, and then he sees you, his eyes dancing across your face, watching as it twists up in pleasure as his thick head prods at his favorite place again and again. Until your eyes water and youâre gushing around him, dripping cunt clutching him until you milk him of everything he has to offer, sanctifying himself with every last drop.
His guttural groans settle into tired sighs, and his wrist slows as he nears the end of his orgasm, but he doesnât stop, not until heâs certain heâs milked himself completely, just as he would if he were nestled inside you. When the last of his release dribbles down onto his fist, body still shaking and pulsating from his climax, he thinks heâs never come this hard by his own hand.Â
His hand comes to a stop, and his breath begins to steady, chest rising and falling as his lungs fill with air. His left hand finds his phone again, props it up while his right still clutches his softening cock, hissing as his fist meets the swollen cockhead â dripping and covered with cum. He snaps a picture, shaky fingers backspace his previous message, and instead types out, Naughty little girl. Look what you made Daddy do. And taps the small arrow without another thought, sending it on its way to you. And he blames it on the blood pumping and surge of energy rushing through him in the wake of his intense orgasm â and you for making him feel alive.Â
He doesnât wait for a response before he sends another message.
Itâs perfect, angel. Keep it on till I get home. Got a surprise for you. Â
You reply seconds later:Â
yes daddy đŠˇ
He smirks. Attagirl.Â
Joel clicks his phone off, runs a hand down the scruff of his beard before leaning over his desk with a grunt, careful as to not sully his shirt with his release. He fumbles around his junk drawer for a small pack of pink heart-themed tissues, dabs at droplets of sweat on his forehead before wiping up his spend on his fist and desk. He tucks his soft cock back beneath his black boxers, and takes a moment to unsnag his fly, zipping up his jeans. His aching knees regain function, and he stands, heavy legs dragging him through his office and stalking towards the door. When his weak fist meets cold steel, he makes a mental note to stop by the store to pick up the butterfly charms he promised you.
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- DIE WITH A SMILE . . . VERITAS RATIO â§.*
Veritas comes to realize that he loves you, but perhaps he comes to that realization far too late.
content: fem reader, death, penacony quest spoilers, angst with comfort (?), blood & injuries, veritas is a meanie (but he INSTANTLY regrets it!1!), friends to (grins evilly) âŚlovers
authors note: first fic on this account i hope you guys like it <3 i ran out of motivation while writing this halfway can u tell. anyways go stream die with a smile by bruno mars and lady gaga because i was listening to that song on loop while making this fic and i think its a super fitting song for this hehe
wc: 5.9k (its a quick read i promise)
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âYouâre being ridiculous, Veritas.â
Bickering with Dr. Veritas Ratio was not out of the ordinary. In fact, it was a pastime for the two of you, engaging in various academic debates to see which party presented a better argument. It was seen as a great deal of praise to be able to do such a thing with an esteemed man like Veritas. It made it seem like you two stood on the same groundâthe same ground of a man who felt so out of reach.
âOh, really now? Iâm the one being ridiculous? I am âridiculousâ simply because I am looking out for your safety, Y/N?â
This⌠however, this was not normal. This quarrel felt personal, stemming from your feelings instead of facts and objective data. This felt like an attack on your friendshipâbut from the amount of vile heâs spitting from his mouth, you wonder if Veritas has ever considered you as a friend in the first place.
The more he speaks, the more you are reminded that you didnât stand on the same ground as him. You felt terrifyingly inferior, and even though he was right in front of you, you felt like you were miles away from him.Â
âNo, Iâm saying youâre ridiculous for calling me weak and incapable because apparently, Iâm not good enough to go on this expedition when itâs my fucking job.â
However, you mostly felt like a fool.
You felt like such a fool for falling in love with a man like him. You fell in love with him because of his neverending thirst for knowledge. You fell in love with him because you were just as much of a bibliophile as he was. You fell in love with him because you wanted to spread your knowledge around the universe as much as he wished to. You fell in love with him because, for a moment, you thought he saw you differently from everyone else, and that he truly enjoyed being in your presence.
You turn away from him, tears forming in your eyes. You stubbornly blink them away, because you think back to what started this argument in the first place.
You had just finished detailing your mission to Veritas, which was your routine every time the Intelligentsia Guild dispatched you on some kind of research expedition. This mission was different, however. You would be gone for three months, longer than usualâand the mission was very combat-oriented and dangerous, which wasnât like your usual expeditions. Despite the warnings, you still accepted it, thinking of it as something new, but nothing that you couldnât handle.
Veritas seemed to think otherwise, however, because when you peer over to look at his reaction, he looked very displeased.Â
(It wasnât a very uncommon look to see on his face, but you could tell he seemed more seriousâlike how the frown lines on his face were deeper than usual.)
You werenât particularly surprised by the expression on his face. What surprised you the most was the first thing that came out of his mouth after hearing your expeditionâs rundown. âAre you sure youâll be able to go on that mission?â
You look at him incredulously, surprised at the amount of distaste in his voice. His displeasure was directed at⌠you? âWhat is that supposed to mean, Veritas?â
âIâm saying that youâre too weak and incapable to go on that expedition, Y/N. I do not know why the Guild would assign you such a difficult mission. They truly are overestimating your power.â The words came out of his mouth so casually, like you had just asked him about the weather. Is this how his students feel when they take his infamous course with a passing rate of a mere three percent? How his students feel whenever they get scolded by him?
You just canât believe it. He said those words like it were a factâstraight from the myriad of encyclopedias that heâs read. Maybe because it was a fact in his head: he saw you as nothing but âweakâ and âincapableâ.
A stray tear manages to escape from your eye, and you quickly wipe it away angrily before turning back to Veritas with a sniffle. No. You cannot cry in front of his face. Crying is an expression of weaknessâof vulnerability. And what you are trying to prove to Veritas is that you are not âweakâ. You are not âincapableâ either, and you are going to prove that to him by going on this mission and making him eat his words.Â
âI will be leaving in three system hours. Do not bother showing up during my departure.â
You cringe at the way your voice shakes at the end, but you stand firm. Those words were the last thing you said to him before leaving his office with a bitter heart. When you exit his room, you finally let your emotions run free, letting the tears stream down your face without end. You quietly sob as you retreat to your own office, closing the door and letting out a shaky exhale, escaping all the nosy whispers and chatter of the Guild members.
You sob at the heartbreaking realization that just when you think youâve gotten close to the âuntouchableâ Veritas Ratio, he pushes you away just like how he does to everyone else⌠because thatâs just simply what you are to him.Â
Another person who fades into the background, and nothing more.
Dr. Veritas Ratio is a man who exhibits prestige and greatness like no other. Throughout his academic career, he obtained eight PhDs and graduated with the First Class Honors Degree, which hadnât been awarded to anyone for two Amber Eras. He was gifted with knowledge, and now he uses that knowledge and spreads it far across the cosmos to âcure idiocyâ, treating it like a disease that needs to be treated.
And yet, for once in his life, he refuses to admit it out loud, but heâs acted like the one thing that he completely loathed. The very thing that he was trying to exterminate.
An idiot. He was an idiot, and it was all because he could not word himself correctly when he spoke to you. He has written hundreds of papers, essays, and dissertations, but time and time again, he could not seem to thinkâto be able to formulate the proper words to say when it came to you.
And now, Veritas has royally messed up, and for once in life, he has no idea what to do.
He was just genuinely concerned for your safety. It was all he thought about once you had finished detailing your expedition to him. He wanted to convince youâto pick the right words to say so he could persuade you not to go, but it seems that his fear of being seen as vulnerable shone through first. It reminded him of the days when you two werenât close; the days he spoke to you while wearing his alabaster head.
He only wears that head because he âcanât bear to see idiots,â but given how he just called you âweakâ and âincapableâ in the argument that just transpired, one could almost laugh at the hypocrisy of it all. Veritas may as well talk to himself while wearing the alabaster head.
Because only idiots would address you with those terms.Â
You were an enigma to Veritas from the very beginning. People from the Intelligentsia Guild rarely stood out to him, but you were differentâsticking out like a sore thumb the moment he laid his eyes on you.Â
Thatâs because your presence utterly enchanted himâyou had similar tastes in literary works, you matched his sarcasm and topped it off with even wittier replies, and you also wanted to use your knowledge for other people to learn.
You were not weak and incapable. He saw you as anything but that, in fact. He was at fault for the argument, but he canât bring himself to say it out loud, for Aeonâs sake.
He knows that he owes you an apology, itâs the least he could do... He just needs to apologize, then convince you to not go on that expedition. Youâre scheduled to leave soonâapproximately two and a half system hoursâhe still has time.
And yet, his mind is being stubborn. He knows that he needs to apologize, but he just canât bring himself to. He canât remember the last time heâs genuinely apologized to someoneâan apology without a trace of sarcasm at that.
âTrouble in paradise, doctor?â
He could recognize the esteemed gamblerâs voice from miles away, and it irks him how he always seemed to show up at the worst times. Aventurineâs got a knowing gaze on himâa stare that can pierce through any poker face so he could see exactly what theyâre thinking. âI suggest not meddling in any business that doesnât concern you, gambler.â
Except heâs already got him. âThis is about Y/N, isnât it?â
Hook, line, and sinker.
Aventurine believes that oneâs eyes are the windows to the soulâand he doesnât miss the way Veritasâ eyes soften when he says your name, smiling at the unintentional answer to his question. He definitely doesnât have the best poker face in town. For such a stoic man, he surely cannot put himself together when it comes to anything that has to do with you.
Aeons. Just what were you doing to him?
There was no use hiding it from him, so he just silently nodded, with Aventurine clicking his tongue. âRumors fly fast in the guild, especially when Dr. Ratioâs dear friend Y/N was seen walking out of his office crying. I just had to see what this was really about, you know?âÂ
You were crying when you left?
He doesnât voice his concern out loud, of course. Instead, Veritas just sighs heavily. âAll I wanted to do was convince her to not go on that mission that sheâs currently dispatched on. It just seems⌠far too dangerous.â
Aventurineâs got an idea of what happened next considering how you ran out of this room crying, but he decides to ask anyway. âOh? And how did that work out for you?â
Veritas refuses to meet his gaze, his heart sinking when he simply thinks about what happened earlier. ââŚâ
âAt least humor me, doctor.â
He turns away from Aventurine completely, a deep shade of red coating his cheeks. Was it out of embarrassment? Shame? Whatever it was, he didnât need him to see it. ââŚI called her weak and incapable.â
When Aventurine doesnât say anything for a few seconds, Veritas speaks to fill the silence. âI admit, I did not know what was going through my head when I addressed her with those words.â
The uncomfortable silence drags on for a little longer until itâs interrupted by the piercing sound of Aventurineâs laughter. His laugh makes the red spread across Veritasâ cheeks even moreâuncharacteristically so, especially since heâs normally so put together. He doesnât even have the heart to tell Aventurine to stop laughing, because a small huge part of him feels that he deserves this.
He deserves to sit through this feeling because he knows you faced the same humiliation when he shut you out.
âHahaha! I canâtââ Aventurineâs nearly keeling over in laughter, and the gambler swears he could feel tears build up in his eyes. âOh, please! You have such a way with words, donât you?â
Aventurine continues, failing to conceal his hysteria. âWeak and incapable? If anything, thatâll only fuel the fire. Sheâd want to go on that mission just to prove you wrong.â
âIâm well aware. It is exactly what happened after all.â Youâre leaving soon. The thought of you leaving makes Veritasâ stomach churn, and he has no idea why. Out of all the many expeditions youâve been sent on, this is the first time heâs felt this wayâbeen filled with so much dread.
âWell,â Aventurine pretends to think for a moment, putting his hand on his chin. âIt wonât hurt to sacrifice a little bit of your already enormous ego to apologize to her, no? Thereâs enough of your pride to go around.âÂ
I donât know if I can bring myself to.
Veritas doesnât say those words out loud. Instead, he masks his worries with a scoff. Aventurine doesnât have to know. âWatch your mouth, gambler.â
âOh my, I really struck a nerve there, did I?â
âResearcher Y/N? Iâm sorry sir, she just departed a few minutes ago.â
You left.
The three system hours hadnât even passed yetâthere were still two hours before your scheduled departureâand you left early.
You left, and he didnât even get the opportunity to apologize.Â
The researcher could only watch as the great Veritas Ratio, normally so composed, looks away from him wide-eyed and mouth slightly agape. Heâs utterly dumbfounded, a look that is never seen on his face. What is he supposed to do now?
Youâre too late.
For the next several weeks, Veritas could only wait anxiously for your return. Worry follows him like a cloud, and even his students pick up on his weird behavior. Itâs all so gruelingâwaiting for you without so much of an idea of how youâre doing or if your expedition is going well.Â
While waiting for your return, he plans out his actions for the next time he sees you. He doesnât want to apologize over textâVeritas sees it as inappropriate and prefers to show his sincerity in person. Face-to-face is how he is going to do it, and he sends you a message in preparation for that. âIâd like for us to talk when youâre back. Please message me immediately upon your arrival.â
âŚExcept an error message stares at him back when he presses the send button. Itâs almost mocking him in a sense, like the universe is doing everything in its power to prevent him from atoning for his mistakes. Of course you werenât going to have signal when youâre so far away from him. Just what was he expecting?
You were scheduled to return after another few weeks, and Veritas could only prepare for the days to pass by excruciatingly slowly. Until then, he thinks over what heâs going to say for his apology. Maybe he could give you something too. He thinks that finding a way to get your favorite flowers is a nice start.
Youâre tired.
Exhaustion envelops you like a blanket, and after trying your hardest to resist, you just canât anymore.
Youâre so tired.Â
You finally succumb to the fatigue, falling onto the ground as your sword clatters with a thud. You lay there, lying in a pool of your own blood, accepting that this was the cruel fate that the great Aeons above bestowed upon you in the end. You laugh at the absurdity of it all, but it only comes out as a weak cough, which quickly transitions into a fit of hacking up crimson dropletsâlighting your throat on fire.
It was a fragmentum monster ambush. The planet you were exploring contained a lot of themâmainly due to the Stellaron corrosion that it was experiencing. After three weeks of exploring, it was supposed to be just another day of collecting data and extracting information for the guild. Youâve done this countless times alreadyâanything out of the ordinary happening was beyond you.
The ambush had occurred when you least expected itâyou barely even had the time to draw out your sword. One thing led to another, and at some point, there were just too many of them that leaving the battle unscathed was out of the question. And at the end of it, you were a mess, standing in a field of bodies with blood sticking to your clothesâa mix of the fragmentum and your own. The worst part was that it was mainly your own, with the source coming from a deep gash in your abdomen. You were losing blood at a terrifying rate.
Panic fills your veins once you fully process the gravity of the situation. Heart thumping, you realize that youâre going to dieâand you are going to die alone.
What a pitiful end this was.
Youâve sent a distress call to the guild, but you know that your fate has been sealed already. Youâll be long gone before anyone will be here to help you, and theyâd just be here to clean up your remains. You hope that the guild would at least grant you a proper funeral.
Itâs truly comical how fate works. People your age are usually too busy thinking about marriage, or deciding how many kids they want to have in the near future. And yet, here you are, on the precipice of reaching deathâs door, thinking about your funeral.Â
Your vision turns blurry, and you sniffle as hot tears begin to roll down your cheeks. Fuck, you donât want to die. There are far too many things that you havenât done. And yet, you canât find the strength to continue on either. Youâre just so, so tired.
In the midst of your cries, you softly mumble out a name. A name that you love, hate, and everything in between with a passion.
ââŚVeritas.â
You initially wanted to go on this mission with the intent of exploring this planet, but after the argument, you know you went mainly because you wanted to prove him wrong.
You wonder if he truly meant those words. Even if he didnât, maybe he was right, because look at what your determination had cost youâlying in a pool of your own blood, all because you wanted Veritas to see that you werenât weak and incapable.
Even though you went on this expedition angry at him, (a part of you still is angry) youâve never wanted to see him so badly in your life. You were going to die with many regretsâperhaps the biggest one was that you never got to tell Veritas how you truly feel about him.
You just want to see him once last time. Is it selfish to ask for one more day with him? One more hour⌠or to engage in at least one more heated debate. Hell, youâd even take one more minute with him. And in that minute, maybe youâd slap him in the face for what happened. But maybe youâd tell him you love him and kiss him over and over, apologizing for even thinking about slapping his stupidly perfect face.Â
Despite how much of an asshole he can be at times, you love Veritas Ratio. You love his snark and sarcasm and everything about him, and youâre going to die without even knowing if he loves you back. This is your biggest regret.
No, you canât die like this. You need to tell him. You have to.
As darkness starts to cloud your vision, you use all of your remaining strength to pull your phone out from your pocket despite the wound in your abdomen screaming in protest. Your fingers shakily make their way to Veritasâ contact, and with a pained breath, you begin to type.
âTake me to where she sent the distress call, now.â
There was a bunch of commotion in the guildâtoo much commotion considering how early it was. Veritas could only wonder what all the clamor was about, but he froze once he heard your name leave one of the researcherâs mouths.Â
And his biggest nightmare is now a reality once someone finally fills him in on the situation: Your signal had disappeared off the radar, but not after you sent a distress call to the guild. You needed help, yet you were so far from his grasp. âBut Doctor, we-â
âI need not repeat myself. Her life is in grave danger, and yet here you are, arguing with me and wasting precious time when this time could be used saving her.â His words surprised both himself and the guild member, who shakily nodded at his request. Veritas was certain that if you were just anybody else, he could have less of a care about your distress signal. But no, this was youâand he needed to make sure that you were okay.
Veritas looked calm and collected on the outside, but on the inside, he was falling apart. Calm yourself, you need to be the strong one in this situation. Sheâs the one in danger here.
Aeons, all he had to do was convince you to not go on this expedition. Instead, he made everything worse with his poor choice of words, and now heâs paying the price for it. He could only hope that he wasnât too late.
Wait for me Y/N. Please. Thatâs all I ask.
In his office, thereâs a bouquet of your favorite flowers resting on his desk, and theyâve slowly begun to wither away.
When Veritas finally arrived at where you were last seen on the signal, there were bodies littered everywhere, and he could only hope that none of them were yours. Paired with those bodies was the color redâcrimson was scattered all over, and it was practically all he could see. Did you take all of these fragmentum down by yourself?
As Veritas inspected all of the fragmentum bodies, all slain by a single blade, one of the researchers accompanying him pointed out a trail of blood leaving the site. It makes him freeze, because it might beâŚ
âY/N.â
Shit.
He immediately goes after the trail without an ounce of hesitation. The scene laid before him is something that has only haunted him in his nightmares, yet at this very moment, it lies before him as a terrifying reality.Â
His blood runs cold, and for the first time in his life, Veritas Ratio is rendered speechless.
Your limp body lies in front of him, in a pool of so much blood that just seeing it sickens him to his stomach. He canât feel his own body as he falls to his knees, paying no mind to the other researchers around him. No, right now, it was just you and Veritas. Nobody else.
âNo,â With trembling hands, he pulls your body close to his own as your blood taints his clothing. Even though he knows youâre too far gone already, he canât help but try to feel your pulse, because thereâs a part of him that just refuses to believe that heâs too late. âNo, no, noââ
There was nothing.
It probably hasnât been beating for a while, and that thought leaves him utterly empty, with a single stray tear rolling down his cheek.
If he were just a little bit faster, maybe he couldâve saved you. If he couldâve just formulated his words correctly so he could convince you not to go on this expedition. If he couldâve just apologizedâŚ
If he couldâve just been⌠a better friend.
All these could haves, yet Veritas didnât act on any of them.
Pathetic.
Your phone is beside you, and Veritas gingerly picks it up. The screen was still lit, despite it being shattered to oblivion. It was open to the messaging appâspecifically his contact.
It was never sent due to poor signal, but you were messaging him before you died. He was your last thought.
âIâm sorry Veritas. I just donât want you to think Iâm weak and incapable.â
âStill, I want you to remember thatâ
You were the one apologizing to him, even after everything was said and done. He canât even fathom that.
And weak and incapable, huh. You were anything but that. If anything, Veritas was the weak and incapable one. He was weak for not being able to swallow his pride even if he was the one in the wrongâand he was incapable of simply apologizing to you.
And the last message⌠What is it supposed to mean?Â
What do you want him to remember?
When Veritas was sent to Penacony and matters with the head of the Oak family, Sunday, had been dealt with, he was finally allowed to leave. It was the first mission the guild had assigned him since you left, and his efforts to prevent Aventurine from going on an all-out suicide mission helped Veritas take his thoughts away from you, even if it was just for a moment.
And yet, you always find your way back to haunt him. Not even the Land of Dreams could prevent that.
Still, he had done his part, sorted out his deals in Penacony as a representative sent by the guild, and it was time to go.
Itâs been a few months since your death, and Veritas thinks that living without you is like living without the sun. Itâs funny how heâs only realized how much youâve changed his life only after youâve gone. You lit up his life, both metaphorically and physicallyâand now, everything feels so dull, and he constantly longs for your presence in the darkness.Â
But now youâre gone, and he feels so terribly lost, even now as he does paperwork in his office. Life became way more monotonous after you had left. The quiet is suffocating, because Veritas can only think about the times that the quiet office was filled with your voice instead.Â
Even now, in the rare moments that Veritas picks up a book nowadays, he thinks about how much you would have enjoyed it as well.
Paperwork is one of the few things that he finds solace in anymore, as it helps him drown out his thoughts so they donât end up drifting back to you.
âŚYou.
His eyes land on your sword before he can even do anything about it, and he swallows thickly. Your blade is displayed on his wall, another way for Veritas to show his honor for you.Â
The blade you singlehandedly used to defeat all those monsters, and the blade youâll never be able to wield again.
He tears his eyes away from it before his thoughts can spiral again. He can feel his vision start to blur, and he blinks the tears away before they escape. He wonders how many tears heâs shed for you since youâve been gone.
Veritas tries and fails to focus on his paperwork once more until heâs interrupted by a knock at the door.
He thinks a walk will do him good.
He stands up from his desk and slowly walks over to his office door, wondering who it could be. He rarely gets visitors nowadays, unless itâs something thatâs of utmost importance. Everyone else is afraid to talk to him, as Veritas became⌠colder after your death.
If anyone were to ask whyâitâs because when you died, a part of Veritas did too.
He turns the doorâs handle, only to seeâŚ
You.
You were standing right in front of him, in the same outfit that you were in the day you left for your mission. Except this time, you were alive, and Veritas has no idea what to think.
Youâre the first one to break the silence, whispering his name. âVeritas?â
Hearing you say his name feels like he can finally breathe again. âY/N? Is it really you?â
Before you can even answer his question, he engulfs you in a tight hug, breathing in your scent. Veritas held you like his life depended on itâbecause at this moment, it felt like it did. He says the words that hve been on his mind for the past few months. âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry darling. If only I hadnât-â
You pull back from the hug, putting your pointer finger against his lips as a signal for him to stop talking. Barely even registering the endearing name that he called you, you smile, cupping his cheeks before sighing tenderly. âIâve forgiven you a long time ago, Veritas.â
He only hugs you tighter, coming to a revelation that only makes the pain in his heart ever worsen. He saw your lifeless body himself, he paid respects to your body at your funeral⌠and he laid your favorite flowers on top of your gravesite where your body rested, even though those flowers were supposed to be an apology gift. âYouâre⌠not real.â
âIâm still in Penacony, right? This is all a dream.â
You smile, nodding in conformation. âNothing truly gets past you, does it? Youâre dreaming what you desire the most right now.â
âI promise you that we will meet again, Veritas. it will not be today, but the day will eventually come, and Iâll be waiting for you every step of the way.â You breathe in deeply. âBut right now, you need to wake up from this dream, before it's too late.â
Heâs not sure if he wants to wake up, though.
âBut what if⌠I just want to stay here with you?â
âWe both know itâs not what you really want.â You can see right through him. âIf you stay with me in this dream, youâll be living nothing but a simulated life. I may be here with you, but youâll never truly fill that hole in your heart, because I am not Y/N. Iâm just a creation of your deepest desires, and you know that Iâll never be her. That is not a life worth living.â
âI know she would want you to live your life to the fullest, to truly experience things, to teach your students unforgettable lessons⌠so they become great people like you.â You pause, looking right into his eyes. Theyâre filled with pain, sorrow, and the desire to cling on to the past. âAnd when your time comes eventually, she will be waiting for you. You will apologize once again, because you never got to apologize to her before she died, but she has forgiven you long ago, and itâs all becauseâŚâ
Despite that, you have to teach him that itâs time to let go. âShe wants you to remember that she loves you, Veritas Ratio.â
âStill, I want you to remember that⌠I love you.â
A tear rolls down his cheek at your words, and then anotherâŚ. and another. âEven if I donât know how to apologize?â
You let out a watery laugh, nodding your head. âEven if you donât know how to apologize.â
âThen⌠I will do as she asks. It is the least I can do to make up for what Iâve done.â He says, and he takes a deep breath before his next words. âCan I⌠hug you one last time? Even though you arenât⌠actually her.â
âGo ahead, Veritas. But Iâm afraid that after this, you have to let go.â
You need to let go.
He nods before wrapping his arms around your figure. It was such a vulnerable act, like a man putting the entirety of his heart and soul out for you to take. He breathes in your scent, wanting to take it in once last time before he has to bid you goodbye. You feel a few of his tears staining your clothing, but you pay it no mind.Â
How many tears has he shed for you since youâve been gone? Not enough. He doesnât feel that itâll ever be enough.
When he opens his eyes, youâre slowly fading away from him. Thereâs a melancholic smile on your face, your eyes meeting hisâfilled with pain, sorrow, a desire to cling onto the past, and yet⌠a hint of acceptance.
âStill, I want you to remember that⌠I love you.â
Yes, he remembers. And heâll remember your words for the rest of his life, until the moment that he leaves this cosmos on his deathbed. Heâs just hoping that youâll wait long enough for him to say it back.
Before youâre about to fade away completely, you lean in one last time and whisper to himâŚ
âItâs time to wake up, Veritas.â
He wakes up from the dream pool with a gasp. The water splashes around him, and a few stray tears roll down his cheeks.Â
The rest of his actual Penacony trip went by surprisingly smoothly, and he doesnât mention the dream that he had to anyone. It was like a secret shared between you and Veritasâand he was going to treasure that secret forever.Â
And now, the Charmony Festival has commenced, and the fireworks have begun. As he watches the sparks explode into thousands of dazzling rays of light above, he pulls out his phone to text you. Almost like one final goodbye, because he knows itâs what you wouldâve wanted.
âI love you too, Y/N. I will love you my entire lifetimeâpast beyond the boundaries of eternity, even after all the stars long die out in the cosmos.
I long for the day that we will meet again⌠because then, Iâll finally be able to tell you this confession in person. For now, I hope you can continue to find the patience to keep waiting for me.Â
âŚUntil the stars align, and weâre able to see each other once again.â
He looks up to the endless bursts of blazing rays lighting up the night, mixed with the eternal shine of the cosmos. It was truly a sight to behold. And for a split second, he could feel someone by his side watching the fireworks with him. It warmed his heart, even if it were just for a moment.Â
âArenât these fireworks beautiful, Veritas?â
âThey will never be as enchanting as you, Y/N.â
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