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Request: Maybe Rafe and Reader have been dating for awhile but his cocaine addiction is getting worse and he thinks she is to pure/good for him, so in order to ''save her'' knowing she won't just leave if he tries to break up, he says he does not love her.......cue to him saving her when she is about to get hit by a car (but happy ending)
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the moon hung low in the dark sky, its silver glow painting the beach in a cool, otherworldly light. the stars above flickered like distant candles, barely visible against the ink-black horizon. you knelt in the damp sand, your breath clouding in the chilly night air as you carefully cupped a baby turtle in your hands.
the little creatureâs legs flailed against your palms, desperate to reach the sea. its determination was a stark contrast to the ache in your chest that hadnât dulled in the two weeks since rafe cameron had shattered your world.
âthis way, little guy,â you whispered, placing the turtle closer to the waves lapping gently at the shore. you sat back on your heels, the water soaking into the hem of your pants, and watched as the tide carried the tiny creature away.
you felt at peace in moments like thisâaway from everything, especially the memories of rafe.
but peace never lasted long when it came to him.
rafe sat in his truck a short distance away, his fingers twitching against the steering wheel. he shouldnât have come here. seeing you again, after what heâd done, was a mistake.
yet here he was.
from where he sat, he could see you crouched on the sand, your figure illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. you looked serene, your hair tumbling over your shoulders as you reached toward the water.
he clenched his jaw. he didnât deserve to look at you, let alone love you.
but it didnât stop him from being here.
two weeks had passed since heâd told you he didnât love you anymore. two weeks of torturing himself with the memory of your faceâhurt, confused, desperate to understand. heâd lied because he thought it would save you. because he thought pushing you away would keep you from sinking with him.
instead, it had only made him sink deeper.
on the seat next to him, a bag of cocaine lay unopened. for once, he didnât even want it. what he wanted was impossibleâto turn back time and undo the damage heâd done.
his stomach churned when he saw the headlights.
you heard the rumble of an engine before you saw the headlights sweeping across the sand. you turned your head, squinting against the glare as the vehicle sped closer.
it was a blue jeep, its music blaring loud enough to drown out the waves. your stomach twisted when you recognized it.
topper.
the bass from the speakers shook the air as the car barreled toward the shoreline, its tires kicking up clouds of sand.
âseriously?â you muttered under your breath, standing up. you waved your arms, your voice cutting through the night. âhey! slow down!â
the jeep didnât stop. instead, it swerved closer, the headlights making it nearly impossible to see.
your heart hammered as the car bore down on you, its speed relentless.
rafeâs blood ran cold as he watched the jeep hurtling toward you.
it didnât take much to guess who was behind the wheel. ruthie and topper had been drinking all nightâit was obvious from the way the car swerved recklessly across the sand.
the jeep was getting closer, and you werenât moving.
âgoddammit,â rafe hissed, throwing his truck into drive and flooring the gas.
the sound of tires skidding on sand drowned out the crashing of waves.
the jeepâs headlights blinded you, freezing you in place like a deer caught in a trap. your legs refused to move, your breath caught in your throat as the car sped closer.
ây/n!â
the shout snapped you out of your trance, but it was too late. the car was almost on you.
suddenly, a solid force slammed into you, knocking you off your feet. you hit the ground hard, the wind knocked from your lungs as sand scraped against your skin.
the jeep swerved at the last second, speeding past with a deafening roar and disappearing down the beach.
you lay there, stunned, the world spinning around you.
âbaby! are you okay?â
you turned your head and saw rafe kneeling beside you, his face pale and drawn, his chest heaving as if heâd just run a marathon.
ârafe?â
âyou couldâve been killed!â his voice shook with anger and fear.
âiâwhat are you doing here?â
âare you serious right now?â he snapped. âi just saved your life, and youâre asking me that?â
his hands were all over you, checking for injuries. the touch was rough, desperate, and achingly familiar.
âiâm fine,â you muttered, sitting up slowly.
âyouâre not fine,â he shot back, his voice cracking. âwhat the hell were you thinking, standing in the middle of the beach like that?â
âi was helping the turtles!â you exclaimed, frustration bubbling to the surface.
âturtles?â he stared at you like youâd grown a second head. âyou almost died because of some turtles?â
âwhy do you even care?â the words spilled out before you could stop them, sharp and laced with bitterness. âyou donât love me, remember?â
rafe froze, his expression crumbling.
ây/nâŚâ
âno, donât. you donât get to act like this after what you did.â tears burned your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. âyou donât get to pretend like you care.â
âi do care,â he said, his voice raw. âi never stopped caring.â
âthen why did you say it?â
âbecause i thought i was protecting you!â his voice rose, echoing over the waves. âi thought if i let you go, youâd be safe from me. from all of this.â
ârafeââ
âno, listen to me.â his hands cupped your face, his blue eyes searching yours. âi didnât mean it. any of it. i said it because iâm a coward. because i didnât want you to see what iâve become.â
tears spilled down your cheeks, blurring your vision. âyou didnât have to do this alone. i wouldâve helped you.â
âi didnât want you to.â his voice cracked, thick with emotion. âyouâre too good, y/n. too good for someone like me.â
âthatâs not your decision to make,â you said, your voice trembling. âyou donât get to decide whatâs good for me. i do. and i chose you, rafe. i always chose you.â
his thumb brushed a tear from your cheek. âi donât deserve you.â
âthen be someone who does,â you whispered.
he closed his eyes, his forehead resting against yours. âi donât know how.â
âweâll figure it out. together.â
the words hung in the air between you, fragile but full of hope.
for the first time in weeks, rafe felt like he could breathe again.
âi love you,â he said, the words breaking free like a dam finally bursting. âi love you so much, and iâm so sorry i ever made you think i didnât.â
you pulled him into a hug, your arms wrapping tightly around his neck. he held you like you were his lifeline, his anchor in the storm.
âi love you too,â you murmured against his shoulder.
the night stretched on, the waves crashing softly in the background as you clung to each other. the future was uncertain, but for now, you had each other.
and that was enough.
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Pspsps! Heyyyy! Has anyone done an alt first kiss scene where Buck recoils from the kiss in a panic and Tommy thinks he miss understood and apologizes profusely, then leaves.
so the awkward first date never happens⌠but the chain of events still play out, just in a new wayâ he tells Maddie about the kiss and finally accepts that he liked itâ he tells Eddie Tommy kissed him and he kinda canât stop thinking about him or it now⌠and Eddie says to call himâŚ
The coffee date is Buck explaining he was just shocked and admitting he does like Tommy so they start dating.
Maybe he doesnât invite him to the wedding but he still shows up at the hospital because of the circumstances, to be there for Buck and to check in on Chimney⌠maybe because heâs tired and wasnât expected at the hospital anyway⌠once he hears that everyone is okay he leaves (but Buck still gets to kiss him about it) and so the soot reveal isnât a coming out reveal just tf is on your face Buck revealâŚ
And he comes out to everyone in his own way, at his own time⌠which is probably the next shift because he is so giddy and giggly⌠kicking his feet!
And the relationship progresses at a normal speed because Tommy has no reason to think he needs to take it very slow⌠(but still lets Buck set the pace because heâs a sweetheart like that) and Buck doesnât feel like he has to prove himself so he isnât going 100 mph but more like 75-80âŚ
and because they havenât been in a tug of war playing Tortoise and the Hair with the relationship speed they have learned a lot about each other and the Abby reveal was made on like their third date⌠and Tommy knows Buck doesnât care for basketballâŚ
And the moment Harbor radios picked up Buckley had bought a human corpse Tommy was already bracing for curse talk and looking up substacks to share with Buck while he babies him over his arm⌠and at the hospital Tommy gets the group text about DennyâŚ
Their six months is spent somewhere far from Meceliâs⌠and they celebrate Tommyâs birthday at Bobbyâs with a big surprise family get together instead of going to the movies⌠and a love confession is made at the end of the night.
A few months later Tommy realizes he may just have accidentally stumbled into his happily ever after, and Buck finally gets what Thomas was talking aboutâ he also thinks thereâs a serendipity in the fact a Thomas in a way led him to a Thomas⌠but he tucks that thought away for another time because he is busy packing up the last of his things to take over to Tommyâs house⌠(you know the one with actual bedrooms a yard and a car lift đ)
The end.
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he is handing him his ass on a silver platter good Lord
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kinktober day thirteen; somno w/ toji
toji loves it when you wear his shirts to bed. part of it is a natural possession, sure. seeing you drown in fabric made for his body is enough to send blood southwards. but his love for you in his clothes stems from something a whole lot simpler â his shirts always ride up while you sleep.
toji loves how adamant you are that his clothes are comfier to sleep in, and of course who needs panties when his shirts are so long on you that they act as a nightgown anyway? but you must turn in your sleep enough to kick the sheets down and ride his your top up in the same regard.
toji works late, comes home sore and tired and with one-too-many deaths on his hands at times. it's a sight for sore eyes, to see you sleeping soundly with your entire lower half exposed. top half too, his shirt bunched up so high your tits spill out from beneath the fabric as well. you're peaceful, away in a dream-state and unaware of his presence in the room. though there's something there, in your subconscious mindâhaving gone to sleep after texting him with permission to have his way with you when he gets home... even in sleep your mind races with hope.
toji tries to keep his movements small, and he thanks whatever god is out there for his silent steps because waking you up is the last thing he wants to do. not when you look so good like this, laid out and unassumingâmaybe its his streak of a corruption kink, or his quiet hope to prove you wrong in your trust, but he wants you asleep for this, at least for the first part. you don't wake as he climbs onto the bed and roves his strong hands up your legs, parting them at the knees and settling his large frame between them.
toji isn't an inquisitive manâhe's rough and sharp and mean and acts before he thinks and hardly knows how to handle a feeling. but toji watches your sleeping frame from between your legs and wonders just how much pleasure you could handle in your sleep until it bore too heavy on your soul and woke you up.
toji who eats you out with a delicate tongue for the first time ever: he's never been this kind with you, usually he's drooling all over your pussy, biting at your thighs and wrecking you with the curl of your fingers until you're a teary mess and threatening to suffocate him between your thighs. he learns he likes savouring your taste on his tongue, that you're sweeter when he takes his timeâhow the slow buildup of your lust on his tongue is just as narcotic as when he's got it smeared all over his face with how mean he eats it.
toji who manages to keep you sleeping even as he pushes two of his thick fingers inside of you, curls them upwards in as gentle of an assault on your pleasure spot he can manage. big the way you start your writhe, how your body recognises him even in a sleep state, turns him on just a little too much.
toji who canât help himself once he feels your body melting into the thrums of need. he doesnât want to waste your orgasm when you arenât awake to fully enjoy it, so he pulls his fingers out of you and gets up to pull his stiff length from his boxers. he knows itâs mean of him, but he wants to wake you with a jolt â and so he does.
toji bottoms out inside of you in one sharp thrust and you wake with a gasp to the stretch of his cock nested so deep you feel it in your stomach. heart racing, entire body alight with need, toji is quick to quiet your gasps with two fingers pushed between your lips and pressed against your tongue. âtaste yourself, mama. fuckinâ soaked for me even when youâre sleeping. didya dream about me or somethin?â
toji fushiguro decides there and then that he will learn the mechanics of your body so fluently that he will be able to fuck his cum into you twice over without waking you up. leaving you to rise in the morning and wonder why youâre so sticky and soreâbut until then, heâs happy with the way you canât help but yawn as he pulls almost all the way out of you, just to fucking scream as he thrusts back in.
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Buckle up, folks, and prepare yourself for spoilers!
Because weâre going to be analyzing this scene today. And Iâm going to explain why Starscream couldâve won.
After D-16âs initial attack, Starscream falls back to recover, and quickly counters with some skilled aerial maneuvers. Hereâs a post so you can appreciate it better. Starscream is taking full advantage of his flight ability here. Heâs leading the high guard, of course heâs going to be good at flying.
Side note: we donât know if Starscream is the official leader of the high guard, do we? Maybe he just claimed leadership after they went into exile. It would be fun to think about.
As an extra note: Starscream is using his thrusters to carry both of them, holding D-16 up by the neck.
Extra extra note: D-16 kicks Starscream between the legs.
Now look at this. Hereâs when D-16 transforms his foot to kick starscream off.
It all happens in a split second, but I tried my best to get screenshots.
Do you get what Iâm trying to show?
Starscream angles his body forward, with the thrusters still on, before D-16 makes contact with him. He sees the kick coming, and he moves to counter it. When he realises heâs not fast enough to counter, he lets go of right D-16 before the impact in order to make sure heâs flung backwards instead of being injured. If he was still holding on, the damage wouldâve been far more severe.
Sure, I find it a little surprising that a guy who can fly would fall in his butt, but I think I can explain it away. The thrusters are turned off when heâs kicked, but they return while heâs flying away. I think that may have been accidental. Maybe he intended to right himself midair and fly away but was unsuccessful, maybe he didnât mean to activate them.
Either way, it contributes to him landing rougher than he wouldâve intended. While Iâm here, I want to point out D-16âs little swing off the wall to land next to Starscream. Very graceful.
Right before and right after getting punched in the face. There is momentary surprise, but no fear. He doesnât flinch, he doesnât take time to recover. One second of scowling, and then âHIT ME!â He doesnât even need to catch his breath.
Slowing the scene you can see the punches have Starscreamâs neck bent at an over 90 degree angle. Not only does he not react to the pain at all, but he also KEEPS ENCOURAGING HIS OPPONENT.
His body language and behavior is confident while heâs being punched. Only when D-16 turns his attention to the crowd does Starscream attempt to free himself.
Heâs intentionally antagonizing his opponent, making D-16 drop his guard and focus on giving the crowd a show, he takes the punches like theyâre nothing and only tries to break free when D-16 looks away.
Focus on Starscreamâs hands here. D-16 loses his focus, Starscream is very clearly trying to pry him off.
And here, just a few seconds later. First his hand is just⌠sitting there, not making any attempt to pry off the guy squeezing his throat (presumably very painful) and instead continuing to yell (presumably very painful). And then he Grabs and Pulls Him Closer. This isnât the body language of a person whoâs afraid, Starscream was biding his time and waiting for the opportunity to catch D-16 off guard, use a sudden moment of distraction to his advantage.
We only see fear from him at the very end. Only when he sees the arm cannon which is something nobody expected. Not even D-16 himself. From Starscreamâs perspective he was waiting for the perfect moment to strike, to overpower an enemy who is stronger but less skilled and experienced than him, all the while giving the troops a good show. And then the guy pulls out THAT THING to his face.
You can see the moment he knew he fucked up. Thereâs nothing he can do after that except ask for mercy.
Itâs my personal belief that had the battle lasted longer, and had D-16 not discovered his Murder Arm, Starscream wouldâve won.
And although Iâm not disappointed in this outcome, I wouldâve also loved if D-16 had the upper hand physically but still got defeated due to Starscreamâs cunning and experience. We wouldâve seen Starscream show his talent, and seen that D-16 still has a long way to go.
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real talk
đ starring. Mark Lee x afab!Reader
đŽ preview.âYouâre Jenoâs roommate, Jenoâs my friend- I know weâve just met, but I know things about you.â Hyuck explains. âWhen you were with your last girl, Jeno used to come to the bar and bitch about you never coming out- heâs been wanting you to meet the rest of the boys for a while, but never wanted to invite us over cuz your last girlfriend had some supernatural cootchie-grip hold on you or something- point is, I know youâre a serial monogamist. Two long-term girlfriends. You like the domestic shit, and I get that- but if you want domestic, itâs not our little Miss Sunshine expo girl. She canât even sleep next to guys sheâs fucked- wakes up at five am, and dips out without a word. Trust me on this, dude, you wanna stay far away from that man-eater.â
tw/cw. Unprotected sex, multiple sex scenes, reader has a hard time cumming, oral (f/m receiving), Mark is a MUNCH, deep throating, fingering, masturbation, use of toys/vibrator, dirty talk, praise, Mark is a simp, sex realism, overthinking during sex, mentions of sexual favours in return for affection, a string of bad ex-lovers, breast worship, creampies, aftercare, finger sucking, drunkenness, etc⌠I pet names: (hers) sunshine. (his) puppy boy.
đš rating.18+ explicit I wc. 19.4k
đ aus. Restaurant au, line chef!Mark, slow burn, coworkers to lovers, fuck girl who looks like sunshine meets a serial monogamist who looks like a fuckboy, etcâŚ
âď¸ mlist + an. I wanted to touch on some realism to kick off the year. Not everything is as easy during sex as it appears in fanfic/p*rn, so I wanted to make something that might be more true to the real experience of afabs who overthink and need extra help to cum- I hope maybe this fic can normalize girls who need some extra machine power to get off ;)
One:
Mark has only been working at his new restaurant for two weeks, but heâs already fallen in love with the place. Morning shifts have been good for him. With the help of his favorite expo girl - who always takes the time to explain small details and things heâs been messing up on - heâs already gotten used to the menu. Every day feels better and better.
âThis tuna is looking so good, Mark,â you grin, inspecting the plate.Â
When heâd first been hired, the fish heâd cut had come out mangled, but after talking him through it, youâd both realized it had been a knife issue. Sharpening his blade had led to Mark perfecting his slices, and now, he eagerly awaits your praises when he puts his food up in the expo window.Â
Markâs eyes follow you as you dart off toward the bar, the plate of tuna balanced perfectly in your hand. The new chef canât help the smile that works its way onto his lips, and he leans forward, hand flat on the cutting board station in front of him.
âThis tuna is looking so good, Mark,â Hyuckâs annoying voice snaps him out of his trance, and Mark turns to look at the man next to him. âGod, can you two make it any more obvious that youâre into each other?â
âSheâs just doing her job,â Mark assures the other line chef, but he can feel his skin heating at the idea.
âSure she is. But she doesnât compliment my cooking as much as she does yours.â Hyuck crosses his arms over his chest, letting out a sigh as his gaze shifts to the view through the expo line. Youâre at the bar now, chatting with the man who youâve just served. However, youâre taking longer than normal, and youâre smiling a lot too.
âNo fucking way,â Hyuck breathes, leaning forward and narrowing his eyes. âThat guy is hitting on her.â
âIs he?â Mark also dips his head toward the expo window, eager for a look.
âYeah, mans just slipped her his number,â Hyuck laughs. âThatâs our little Sunshine though, isnât it? This restaurant is her playground.â
âWhat do you mean?â Mark asks.
âJust that sheâs quite popular,â Hyuck brushes it off as you approach the expo line again. âDid you get a number, sweet thing?â
âWhy, you jealous?â You grin, holding up the slip of paper with digits on it.Â
âYou wish,â Hyuck scoffs, but Mark gets the feeling thereâs something else going on between the two of you, something unspoken. Heâs still getting used to the dynamic of the restaurant, and in work spaces like this, relationships arenât uncommon. He wonders what history you have with Hyuck, wonders what chance he has with you- wonders if itâs even a good idea.
Two
âLuna never runs her own food,â Sumi notes, standing with you by the entrance to the restaurant while you watch the tall waitress lean against the expo window. âI know that our new chef is cute, but, damn.â
âShe can do what she wants,â you laugh, wiping down menus. âMakes my job easier.â
âYou know, itâs kind of felt like you and Mark have some sort of understanding,â Sumi grins, moving close enough that your hips touch by the host station. âHe watches you a lot.â
âDoes he?â Your gaze moves back to the expo line.
âUh huh, almost as much as Hyuck does- which, by the way, you sure did a number on him.â
âHyuck will get over it, heâs a fuck boy,â you wave your hand. âIâm great at attracting that kind of guy.â
âDo you get fuck boy vibes from Mark?â Sumi wonders, tapping her pen against the top of her Ipad thoughtfully.
âHeâs definitely cute enough to be a womanizer, donât you think?â
âKey word being cute,â Sumi points out. âI donât know, he doesn't give me fuck boy vibes like the other line chefs do.â
âWell, heâs roommates with Jeno, isnât he?â Your eyes move to the bar. Jenoâs a night bartender, but his close friend, Renjun is working today. âJenoâs a fuck boy, he got Hyuck and Jaemin jobs here. Theyâre both fuck boys. It would make sense if Mark was that kind of guy too.â
âIâm still not convinced,â Sumi states, crossing an arm over her chest. âSpeaking of men though- whatever happened to that guy who gave you his number the other day? Are you actually considering a date with him?â
âI already had a date with him,â you admit.Â
âYikes, from the way you havenât mentioned it at all, Iâd guess it didnât go so well?â
âMeh,â you shrug your shoulders. âHe wonât be getting a second date.â
âHow many first dates have you been on this year?â Sumi asks. âDidnât you say it was like⌠a lot?â
âToo many to count,â you giggle.Â
âSo whatâs the deal with that? Like- whatâs your type? I know you were seeing Hyuck for a little while, how come that didnât work?â
âIt just didnât,â you say, looking down at the menus youâve wiped clean. âI try not to think about my failures too much.â
âReally? But you could learn so much from them,â Sumi frowns. âI mean- look at me and Doyoung. I was never into the more serious types, always went for fuck boys and younger guys- but after some soul searching, I realized I needed someone older who had their shit together.â
âYou also have a thing for guys in powerful positions, and Doyoung is literally one of our managers,â you point out.
âWell, Iâm still a work in progress,â Sumi winks. âAnyways- think about it. If you look at your dating patterns, you might be surprised by what you find.â
Three
Thereâs nothing like the air outside after being in a hot kitchen for a few hours. The lunch rush is finally over, and after having a 20 top that ordered an insane amount of food with an even crazier amount of modifications and allergies, Mark is ready to take a massive puff from his vape pen.
He stands by the back exit to the restaurant, looking out at the cars on the street as he takes a long drag. As he inhales, the door behind Mark opens, and he turns to come face-to-face with you.
The shock of seeing you makes him choke a little, and he begins to cough out a large puff of smoke. Markâs lungs burn, and his skin feels even hotter, enflamed by the embarrassment of you seeing him take a crappy hit when in reality, heâs a vaping veteran.Â
âYou good?â you ask, reaching out and gently rubbing his back as you step past him.
���Yeah, I, uh-â Markâs entire body tingles at the physical contact. âSorry, you just surprised me.â
âDidnât mean to scare you,â you grin, stopping in front of him. He notices the way your eyes go to his vape pen, and he immediately holds it out to you.
âWant some?â
âI mean, if youâre offering.â You reach out and accept the sleek black vape. âWhatâs the flavor?â
âUh⌠cotton candy?â God, Mark feels like a fool, especially when you raise a brow at him. âI have a bit of a sweet tooth.â
âDidnât peg you as a sweet tooth type,â you grin, bringing the refillable device to your lips. Mark watches you take a drag, focusing on your mouth and the way you look sucking on something- he starts to imagine what youâd look like sucking on something else, something substantially bigger.Â
As you exhale, you cough a little, and Mark wonders if youâre doing that to make him feel better about his screw-up a moment ago- or maybe you simply donât vape often, heâs not too sure.Â
âThanks,â you say, still coughing as you hand the vape back to Mark. Your fingers brush gently as he accepts it from you, and as Mark brings the device to his mouth, heâs extremely aware of the fact that your lips had just been where his now are.Â
He wonders if it means anything that youâd be so willing to swap spit like this, even on something as innocent as a vape pen.Â
âHow long are you here till?â you ask, breaking him from his daze.Â
âStarted at seven am, eight-hour shift, should be off around three when the night cross-over guys come in,â Mark explains.Â
âAny fun plans for tonight?â you continue to press. âIt is a Friday after all.â
âNo plans, will probably just go home, make some food, and watch Netflix all night⌠what about you?â
You sigh. âNo hot dates, unfortunately. Will probably do the same as you. Do you have any good show recommendations? Iâve been looking for something new.â
âI mean, it depends, what are you into?â Mark asks, eager to hear more about your tastes, your likes and dislikes- he knows so little about you, mostly things related to work. Heâs curious about what you do in your downtime, and heâs grateful he has an opportunity like this to get to know you even a little bit better.
As you part your lips to respond, the back door swings open, and Hyuck steps out, already mid-puff of his neon orange vape.Â
âOh,â the line chef grins, exhaling through his nose and flashing a grin, âAm I interrupting something?â
âNo,â you respond quickly, and Mark notes the shift in your energy, âI was just leaving actually.â
âSee you later,â Mark offers, watching you hurry off.Â
âClassic her,â Hyuck sighs, coming to stand next to Mark.
âWhat do you mean?â
âSheâs a runner, that one,â Hyuck takes another puff from his vape.
âSo you two definitely used to date,â Mark states. The interaction heâs just witnessed verifies his suspicion, and since theyâre technically outside of work/the kitchen, Mark feels able to actually discuss this now.
âI donât know if Iâd call it dating,â Hyuck cocks his head to the side, eyes still fixed on you where youâre crossing the street a couple hundred feet away. âLook, do you want real talk? You wanna know about your favorite expo girl?â
âYeah, I wanna know.â Mark lifts his vape to his lips, readying himself for whatever is about to come out of Hyuckâs mouth.
âI know she looks like sugar and sunshine, but I hate to burst your bubble Mark- sheâs a bit of a fuck girl, that one.âÂ
âIt takes one to know one,â Mark points out.
âTouche, but to be fair, I never claimed to be anything other than a guy who likes pussy, and little miss sunshine knew that when we started hooking up a few months ago.â Hyuck lets out another large puff of smoke into the air. âLook, I said Iâd give you real talk so here it is. Sheâs got a lot of expectations. Girl reads those horny romance books-â
âErotica.â
âYeah, thatâs it, erotica.â Hyuck nods to himself. âWell, she reads erotica, and her ideas about fucking are kind of hard to make real. Sheâs too in her head all of the time. Apparently - and donât repeat this anywhere - but apparently no guy sheâs fucked has ever made her actually cum. She has this thing where someone told her that if a guy doesnât make you cum, he doesnât add to your body count, so allegedly her body count is zero and sheâs a virgin, but we both know itâs a lot higher than that.âÂ
âThe whole body count thing doesnât phase me,â Mark says quietly, although the wheels in his head are spinning.
âSure it doesnât,â Hyuck scoffs. âJust listen, if youâre into her, itâs not going to work out. Sheâs not for beginners like you.â
âBeginners like me?â Mark side eyes the line chef.
âYouâre Jenoâs roommate, Jenoâs my friend- I know weâve just met, but I know things about you.â Hyuck explains. âWhen you were with your last girl, Jeno used to come to the bar and bitch about you never coming out- heâs been wanting you to meet the rest of the boys for a while, but never wanted to invite us over cuz your last girlfriend had some supernatural cootchie-grip hold on you or something- point is, I know youâre a serial monogamist. Two long-term girlfriends. You like the domestic shit, and I get that- but if you want domestic, itâs not our little Miss Sunshine expo girl. She canât even sleep next to guys sheâs fucked- wakes up at five am, and dips out without a word. Trust me on this, dude, you wanna stay far away from that man-eater.â
Four
âMark?â you ask, looking at the takeout bowl in front of you.
âYeah?â he leans forward, lips parting as he waits for your judgment.
âDidnât they order the spicy yogurt on the side?â You push the rice bowl forward, pointing at the lines of orange tinted cream that cover the veggies.Â
âShit,â Mark cusses, grabbing the chit-paper receipt and scanning it. âThere were like, three other modifications, I didnât even see the yogurt on the side.â
âItâs okay,â you assure him. âItâs takeout, and thereâs pretty much no one in the restaurant, so you have time to make another⌠besides, Iâll just take this one as my lunch.â
One of the perks of the job is getting to take home the food thatâs not correct. Youâd been dreading going to the grocery store, your fridge empty of easy meals, but now you donât have to make the trek, and youâre more than happy about it.
âYou know, Mark, youâre my favorite new chef.â Heâs also the only new chef, and youâve been reaping the rewards of minor fuck ups the past two weeks.Â
Mark, however, doesnât seem to note your teasing, and he offers you a genuine smile. âYouâre my favorite expo girl.â
âYeah?â you grin. âAnd whyâs that?â
âYouâre really nice about things I mess up,â Markâs eyes shift to the dragon bowl youâre packing up. âLike, you point things out, and you turn them good. As you said, itâs an easy fix, I have the time, and now you get to eat that.âÂ
âItâs a mutually beneficial arrangement, thatâs for sure,â you laugh.Â
âYouâre also pretty happy most days, always makes me happy to come in and see our Little Miss Sunshine.âÂ
âJeeze, not you calling me that pet-name too,â you roll your eyes. Hyuck had taken to calling you that a few months ago, and somehow the title had stuck. Mark was the only chef using your real name, but it looks like those days might already be behind you.
âIt fits,â Mark assures you. âI think itâs cute.â
âDoes it fit because Iâm cute?âÂ
You notice the way Mark immediately swallows thickly, his skin turning a pretty shade of pink. âUh- I mean, yeah,â his voice cracks, and he fiddles with his sleeves, pushing them up to his elbows, âyouâre cute-â
âOh my God-â you stare at his forearms, which are usually covered by his chef coat. âHave you always had all those tattoos?!â
âDid you really never notice these?â Mark looks down at his arms, lifting them so you can see the details.
âI have never noticed them,â you confirm, leaning forward. âDamn, how many tattoos do you have?!â
âA lot?â Markâs tattoos are patchwork style, all black. They litter his forearms, and you wonder how high up the markings go- you wonder if his chest is covered, or his back- what about his legs?
âI need a tattoo tour,â you insist.
âI mean⌠I canât show you all of them-â Mark says sheepishly.Â
âStart with that one,â you point at a tattoo of three letters near his inner elbow, âWhatâs SSG mean?â
âSo uh- the first restaurant I worked in, a few of us dishwashers worked our way into the kitchen with no formal training or anything- just started at the bottom, and went up from there. One of us came up with the idea of being the Soapy Suds Gang, like- dishwashers to chefs. Was at that restaurant from the age of fifteen to twenty, and when it closed down cuz the owners just didnât wanna be in the business anymore, me and all the others got the matching SSG tattoo.â
Mark is adorable. Like, shockingly so. Itâs such a stupid yet endearing story- and for some reason, it feels so on-brand for Mark.Â
He begins to tell you about a few other tattoos. Thereâs a shotgun to commemorate his years playing Call of Duty online with friends. A cartoon puppy because apparently his mom never let him get a dog - something about him not being able to handle it if the dog ever died - so when he turned eighteen, he got a dog that could never bite the bullet, etched into his skin with black ink.Â
All the marks have meaning, stories that make up the groundwork of Markâs life.Â
âWhat about that one?â you ask, noting a King of Hearts tattoo that heâd skipped over.
âOh, uhâŚâ Mark rubs the back of his neck shyly. âMy ex-girlfriend wanted a Queen of Hearts tattoo, so I got this one, and⌠I mean, I donât regret it, I was with the girl for three years- but, itâs not a tattoo I talk about too often.â
âThree years?â you ask in shock. âYou were with your last girlfriend for three years?â
âWhy do you sound so shocked?â
âItâs just- I mean,â you lick your lips, leaning in so Markâs the only one who can hear you, âI hate to say it, Mark, but you look like a total fuck boy.â
âIâm really not,â Mark admits.Â
âEven before your last ex?â
âEven before,â the line chef confirms. âIâve got two ex-girlfriends. The last one ended about a year ago, dated her from age twenty-two to twenty-five. Had a girlfriend from when I was sixteen to twenty-one-â
âSo a three-year relationship and a five-year relationship?âÂ
This gossip keeps getting juicier and juicier.Â
âYeah. The first one moved to another country to teach English, and Iâve never been that into long distance. We tried to make it work, but we agreed the best thing was to let each other go. Then the last girl decided she wanted more from life than some line chef soâŚâ Mark trails off and you feel your heart hurt for him. âAnyways, what about you? How many relationships have you had?â
âA lot more than you,â you answer quickly, although, thatâs only if you count one-night stands, flings, and situationships, but you wonât go into those details with Mark right now. âI mean⌠are you looking for anything right now?â
âWhat do you mean?â Mark cocks his head to the side.
âYou didnât hear it from me, but⌠a few of the waitresses are into you,â you whisper.
âReally?â he looks past you at the restaurant, and you see him trail Luna with his eyes. âThatâs nice and everything, but waitresses really arenât my type.â
âThen whatâs your type?â
âExpo girls.âÂ
His words hit you in your chest, and you can feel your pulse quicken immediately.
âI mean-â Markâs skin has returned to that pretty pink colour. âMy first girlfriend- the five-year one, she was the expo girl when I met her- we got close cuz we spent so much time together. I didnât mean you- I wasnât trying to hit on you or anything- not that I donât think youâre cute, cuz youâre definitely cute- fuck.â
You watch him, smiling and completely amused. It appears youâd read the new line chef all wrong. Heâs not a fuck boy, heâs a lover boy, and you kind of adore that about him.
âI should uh- I need to remake this dragon bowl-â Mark turns away from you, and you watch him scurry off to the fridge to grab vegetables.Â
Youâre kind of hoping to tease him so more when he returns, but before he does, Doyoung appears from the back, and he waves you over. âItâs been dead for half an hour,â your manager notes, âyouâre cut. Head home, Iâll see you tomorrow.â
Five
Mark hasnât been able to stop thinking about your conversation. All night, heâd had you on his mind- and heâd kind of been hoping to get to talk to you today, but you have the day shift and this is one of his first nights scheduled.
Even so, Mark arrives to work thirty minutes early just on the off chance heâll catch you, and as heâs waiting outside the backdoor, hitting his vape, his hopes come true.
You step out of the back of the restaurant, looking down at your phone. The jacket youâre wearing today is vibrant in contrast to your all-black uniform, and the comfy sneakers you always put on after your shift in flats are beginning to look a little worn out now that winter is almost over.Â
âHi,â Mark says, drawing your attention.
âOh,â you put your phone into your pocket, offering him a smile. âHey- you just starting?â
âIn ten minutes or so,â the line chef nods. âI uh- I wanted to apologize for yesterday.â
âApologize for what?â You cock your head to the side.Â
âAll of it?â Mark suggests.
You laugh, and the sound does things to Mark that heâll never be able to express. âSeriously, weâre all good,â you assure him. âI think youâre pretty cute too, so, donât worry about any of it.â
Markâs mouth feels dry, and itâs not just from the vaping. He fiddles with the device in his hand, working up the courage to say whatâs on his mind. âI was wondering- I mean, it sounds like youâre still on the market and all- so I was thinking, maybe, if youâd like- maybe we can go out sometime, or something- but no pressure.â
Your smile widens, and you step closer to him. âWhat would going out with you look like?â
âHonestlyâŚâ Mark swallows thickly, âit would look more like staying in. Since we both work in a restaurant- or maybe itâs just a âme thingâ, but Iâm not super into drinks as a first date, or even food- Iâm a bit of a homebody. Iâd love for you to just come over, watch some netflix, talk- that sort of shit.â
You look him up and down, and Markâs body tenses as he waits for your response.
âThat actually sounds pretty nice,â you admit. âHere, give me your hand.â
Mark holds out his palm, watching you pull out a Sharpie from your pocket. You write your phone number across his skin. âCareful,â you say, as you draw the last digit, âDonât wash this off or anything.â
âI wonât,â he assures you, already planning on taking a picture of it with his phone just in case.Â
âI should get going, but yeah- text me when your shift is over and we can figure something out.âÂ
âYou got it,â Mark grins, unable to hold in his excitement any longer. âHave a good night.â
âYou too.âÂ
With one final exchange of eye contact that makes Markâs heart lurch in his chest, you walk off, the line chefâs eyes following you all the way out of sight.Â
As he turns to head inside, Mark bumps into Hyuck. âDonât go in just yet,â Hyuck insists, âstay out here and vape with me for a minute.â
Itâs hard for Mark to focus on anything Hyuck is saying about the afternoon rush, but he manages to nod and make sounds of affirmation while his coworker rants about some party of fifteen that walked in and only ordered appetizers.Â
âMark, youâre not paying attention,â Hyuck sighs.
âSorry, Iâm just kind of-â Mark swallows the lump in his throat, âyeah, Iâm distracted.â
âGot a hot date?â
âWhat?â Mark looks up.
âSomeone wrote their digits on your hand,â Hyuck grabs at Markâs wrist, âletâs see-â
Mark tries his best to pull away, but Hyuckâs already assessing the phone number. After a moment, the younger man lets go, his mouth forming a firm line. âI warned you about her.â
Markâs surprised that Hyuck - who has the memory of a goldfish most days - clearly recognizes your phone number.Â
âI told you sheâs not for beginners.âÂ
âYeah, well, I donât have to listen to you,â Mark insists. âAnd not everything is about fucking. Sheâs gonna come over, weâre gonna watch movies- nothing has to happen. I just want to know her better.â
âLover boy,â Hyuck scoffs, âsheâs going to eat you up, and spit you back out.â
âAnd if she does, then thatâs my choice,â Mark says firmly. âI know she fucked you over or whatever, but that doesnât mean anything to me, Hyuck. Iâm sorry, but I really donât care about what happened between the two of you.â
âOuch, dude.â
âIf sheâs as bad as you say, then you can say you told me so when this is all over. Deal?â
âDeal.â
Six
âSo this is Jenoâs famous fuck pad,â you tease, stepping into Markâs apartment and looking around.Â
âUh, he doesnât actually bring girls here that often,â Mark says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. âHe likes to go to their place, makes it easier to run than kicking a girl out the next morning, you know?â
âI suppose that makes sense,â you nod⌠you usually fuck guys in their homes for the same reason. âItâs a nice place.â
âThanks, my ex had a lot to do with the decor and shit.â Now that Mark mentions it, the vibe definitely doesnât scream âboyâ, and it especially doesn't scream âhome of a line chef and bartender.âÂ
The cream-colored couch in the living room has pretty sage pillows, thereâs a tasteful rug under a circular coffee table. On the table are three candles varying in size, as well as a design book that youâd bet has never been opened or looked at in detail by the men who live here.
Itâs a comfortable home, but you wonder what it feels like for Mark to live in a space that constantly reminds him of an ex who ditched him for not having his own shit together.
âI didnât realize Jeno was a tidy guy,â you note, thinking back to the line of dirty cups he always allows to build up in the bar dish area.Â
âHeâs not, but I am.â Mark enters the living room, and he takes a seat on the couch, kicking his legs up onto a small puff stool next to the coffee table. âI guess when you work on the line, youâre used to doing little clean-up jobs to keep everything smooth. I donât mind moving two or three beer cans to the sink every day if it means there arenât any piles building.âÂ
So heâs a sexy line chef, with tattoos, who likes long-term relationships, and also cleans up his home? Mark really is a catch amongst flounders.
âAre you going to come sit?â Mark asks, noting the way you stand at the edge of the room. âOr, shit, should I offer you a drink first? Weâve got beer, or I could make you a cocktail or something-â
âIâm good, just⌠getting used to this.âÂ
It feels kind of odd to be with Mark in a casual setting. Youâve only ever seen him in a professional manner, with an expo station between you both- now, Mark is right in front of you, and as you sit on the couch next to him, youâre hyper-aware of the way your thighs almost touch.
âSo⌠Netflix?â you ask.
âYeah,â Mark grabs the remote, the sleeve of his hoodie pushed up so you can see his forearms.Â
âYou still havenât given me a full tattoo tour,â you tease, reaching out to gently trace the puppy etched against his skin.
âMaybe thatâs a date number two sort of thing,â Mark suggests, tugging the fabric down to cover his skin.
Your grin widens. âDo I make you nervous, puppy boy?âÂ
âDefinitely,â he lets out a shy laugh, and you watch his Adamâs apple bob with the effort of swallowing. âSo uh⌠what do you wanna watch?â
You let out a sigh, relaxing back against the couch. âSurprise me.â
âWell, thereâs this anime Iâve been wanting to get into-â Mark finds the show in his âto watchâ list.
âLet's do it.â
âReally? Youâre down?â
âUh huh, Iâm not that picky,â you nod, offering him a smile.
âIt can beâŚâ he starts the first episode, âlike- if you wanna keep doing this sort of thing, it could be our show.â
âThat actually sounds nice,â you admit. You suppose it shouldnât be a shock that Mark is thinking long term- you do work together after all, but when youâd been seeing Hyuck, every day was a question of longevity. Would he call? Would he not call?
Hyuck never talked in definitives. He never made promises. The only true thing you could count on was seeing him at work three of five days of the week when your schedules aligned, and he never locked himself in for any more than that.Â
âShould I-â Mark licks his lips, âI mean, finding a show was way easier than I thought it would be. Do you want a drink? Iâve got chips?â
âIâm okay, but if you want something, you should grab it.â
âIâm good if youâre good,â Mark mutters, leaning back against the couch. Your shoulders are touching, and youâre already finding it difficult to focus on the tv screen as the anime begins to play.
Youâre aware of each breath, each slight shift of Markâs body. âAre you comfortable?â he asks after a short while.
âI mean, we could probably find a more comfortable position than this one,â you note.Â
âLike⌠do you wanna cuddle?â
âIf you want to, Iâd be up for that.â
âOkay, one sec,â Mark turns, grabbing at the back cushion of the couch. He tosses it to the side. âI can big spoon you.â
In under a minute, Mark is settling behind you, pillows are adjusted, and a gentle hand finds your hip. You wiggle slightly, trying to get snug against the line chefâs chest.Â
âIs this good?â he asks, his breath ghosting by your ear.
âItâs nice, but let me justâŚâ you grab his hand, threading your fingers and bringing it up to your chest, so youâre truly wrapped in his embrace. You can feel his heart against your spine, and you can hear the way his breath catches. âThatâs better,â you let out a sigh of relief.Â
The anime is fun, but youâre much too focused on Mark. Something tells you heâs quite focused on you as well, and finally, your patience snaps. You roll onto your back, looking up at him.
âYou good?â he prompts.
âUh huh. Just thinking.â
âAbout?â
You shrug. âI guess maybe Iâm just wondering what work is going to be like tomorrow.â
âHopefully busy.â
You laugh at how innocent Mark can be. âI mean in terms of cuddling with you tonight, then working together in the morning.â
âI mean⌠how was it with Hyuck when you two were seeing each other?âÂ
Your heart clenches. âOh⌠he uh⌠he told you about that, huh?â
âMentioned it once or twice.â
âAll good things, I hope?â
âFor the most part,â Mark nods. âBut just so you know- I donât take everything Hyuck says seriously. You two had something going on, but every relationship is different. Iâm sure you have your own side to the story. I know youâre a good person - thatâs what my heart tells me at least - so thatâs what Iâm going off of.â
You stare up at the line chef. The man youâd pegged as a fuck boy, who is turning out to be the farthest thing from a womanizer that youâve ever met.
You canât help but reach up and cup his face. There arenât words that come to mind, but you hope your expression shows your gratitude for his kindness.
Markâs gaze dips to your mouth, and you watch the way he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, gnawing on his slightly. âSo no pressure or anything,â he says, voice cracking, âbut uh⌠can I kiss you?â
âYou can kiss me,â you confirm, staying still and waiting for the precious man to make his move. Part of you is scared to take control- youâre worried about scaring Mark off, like youâd scare off a wild bird with one wrong muscle twitch.Â
Youâre still cupping his face, and Mark mirrors the act, gently cupping your cheek. He looks down at you, searching your eyes for a moment. You wonder if heâs looking for any hesitation, any sign that you regret your affirmative answer. Then he looks at your lips, and you can see some of the tension leave his body.
In fact, you see the exact moment Mark decides to give in to his desires. His lips part ever so slightly, his brown eyes shyly meeting your own as he begins to move in closer-
As his mouth presses to your own, you realize this might be the softest kiss a man has ever bestowed upon you. Heâs not trying to shove his tongue down your throat- not biting at your lip and asking for entrance. Itâs a simple brush of lips on lips, and it leaves you wanting more.
Your hand finds the back of his neck, and you drag him closer, letting out a small mewl. You capture his bottom lip between your own, suckling on it gently-
Mark pulls away, and your eyes open. Youâre disappointed, but when you notice Mark breathing heavily, your annoyance dissipates.
âWas that okay?â you ask, worrying that maybe youâd been going too fast for the soft man.
âYeah- better than okay,â he assures you.Â
âCan we⌠can you kiss me again?â
âUh huh,â he nods, leaning back down to press his lips against your own. His hand finds your hip, and you play with the hair at the nape of his neck. The kiss is just as gentle as the first, but the passion begins to burn brighter with each passing second.
No one has ever kissed you like this.
You canât explain it- but in a matter of moments, your attraction to Mark has grown tenfold.Â
When he breaks away from you for a second time, youâre both breathing heavily. You open your eyes to stare up at the pretty line chef, watching him swallow thickly.
 âShould we uh⌠should we keep paying attention to the show?â he asks.
âYeah,â you say after a momentâs hesitation. âYeah, we should.â You roll onto your side again, and Mark settles against your back. He tucks you closer, his fingers threading through yours.Â
Itâs impossible to focus now, and you begin to wiggle slightly, pressing your ass back against the front of his jeans.
âAre you uncomfortable?â Mark asks, letting go of your hand to grab your hip, steadying you.
âIâm fine- Iâm justâŚâ - unbelievably horny - âyouâre a good kisser.â
He lets out a small laugh. âThanks. I liked kissing you too.â
âSoâŚâ you look over your shoulder at him, âwanna kiss me again?â
Mark grins, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips.
As with the first two times, Mark pulls away much too fast for your liking.
Your head is spinning. Youâve never experienced a situation like this. Mark is being respectful- heâs keeping his hands in PG locations, and the kisses have involved zero tongue- does he not like you as much as you like him?
How much do you like this line chef?
Do you like him because heâs not completely fawning over you like youâre used to?
What is going on?!
âI just want you to know,â Mark says, âit sounds like youâre used to fuck boys and shit, and I uh- well, Iâm not like them. Thereâs no pressure to get naked or anything today-â his voice hitches, âin fact, Jeno will be home soonish so itâs better if we donât-â
âYou donât want to fuck me?â
Mark tenses behind you. âThatâs not what Iâm saying.â
âIf we move to your room, Jeno wonât walk in on us.â
âItâs not about that,â Mark assures you. âLook, I want to take my time with you. This is our first date. I want things to feel right. I want to do this right. Can you understand that?â
You think maybe youâre too horny to want to understand it.Â
You want to tear Markâs clothes off. You want to push him down and ride him until heâs gasping your name and filling you with his cum. You want to feel him still dripping out of you when you go into work tomorrow morning-Â
No one has ever made you wait. Youâre much too impatient for playing around- and your past lovers have been the same way.Â
Even so, you respect the boundary Mark has just expressed. âNo fucking tonight,â you agree, âI get that. Itâs for the better.â
However, itâs not for the better of your throbbing pussy.Â
Seven
God, Mark canât take his eyes off of you. Itâs been two hours since you arrived on shift, and Mark has been distracted for all of it.
You look adorable today. Your black outfit hugs your body just right, and Markâs mind is consistently wandering to last night, when his hands had traced your hips before lacing your fingers-
When you speak, he finds his focus shifting to your lips- those pretty lips heâd kissed. The lips that had left him wanting more- the lips heâd thought about for hours after youâd gone home. Heâd dreamt of kissing you, but it had fallen quite short to the real thing.
Youâd sounded hurt when Mark had said you shouldnât fuck last night, and part of Mark regrets drawing the line in the sand. But on the other hand, Mark had meant it when he said it wasnât the right time.Â
He doesnât want to bed you after watching a few episodes of anime. You deserve so much more than that.Â
Besides, if he had fucked you last night, Mark might have needed to take a sick day just to calm down. Even now, knowing heâs tasted your lips has his skin heating every time he looks at you.Â
God, youâve got him practically bewitched.
As the lunch rush comes to an end, Mark finds time to go outside and vape. He watches the cars pass while he puffs on his device, closing his eyes and imagining your lips.
As his little break is coming to an end, the door hinges squeak behind him, and Mark turns to find you standing there.Â
âOh, hi,â you grin.Â
âHey.â He looks you up and down. âYou leaving?â
âDoyoung cut me again, itâs been slow this week,â you nod.Â
Mark swallows thickly. He canât help the way his gaze dips to your lips again.
You step forward, smiling. âYou wanna kiss me again, donât cha, Mark?â
He doesnât even bother responding. He slips his vape into his pocket, grabbing your hips to tug you closer. As he brings his mouth down to yours, he pauses for a second, meeting your gaze. If you want to pull away, he gives you ample time, but instead, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, closing the distance between your lips.
You take more control today than last night. You lick at his lower lip, not doing too much tongue, but providing just enough that it has Markâs skin tingling with need. His fingers dig against your hips, pulling you tighter.Â
The kiss deepens, and Markâs entire heart lurches in his chest when you let out a pleased mewling sound.
Fuck, he loves your sounds already- you sound so fucking pretty-
âJesus.â Head Chef Johnâs voice makes Mark practically jump, and he tears his lips away from your own, eyes immediately finding his boss, whoâs standing by the exit door. âDamn, newbie, you work fast, donât you?â
Markâs skin feels like itâs on fire, and heâs quick to let go of your hips, stepping away and running an awkward hand through his hair, âChef-â
âDonât tease him, Johnny,â you sigh. âYou nearly gave Mark a heart attack sneaking up on us like that.â
âIâm shocked neither of you heard the door.â
âWe were busy!â you insist, raising your voice in jest at the head chef.
Mark is shocked at the way you talk so easily with his boss. But he supposes youâve been at the restaurant for over a year- maybe youâre closer with the tall head chef than Mark realized.
âLook, Iâll say what I said when Hyuck was trying to get with you, sunshine,â Johnny grins, reaching into his pocket to pull out a jacked-up vape pen. âAs long as you use protection weâre good, I canât have my line chefs becoming fathers and taking time off.â
âAnd Iâll say what I said last time you told me to wrap it: never gonna happen.âÂ
âIUDâs arenât a hundred percent viable,â Johnny points out, making Mark nearly choke on air.
âMine has been so far, so stick it old man.â You turn to Mark, âDonât mind him, heâs protective.â
âI was protective with Hyuck, because heâs a douchebag, but Mark seems okay,â Johnny laughs.Â
âThanks?â Mark canât believe what heâs hearing.Â
âListen, Iâll text you okay?â You grab the front of Markâs apron, pulling him in so you can press a chaste kiss to his cheek. âHave a good rest of your shift.â
Mark watches you dart off. Heâs tongue-tied, skin still flaring, heart racing in his chest.
âSheâs a good one,â Johnny muses. âBest expo girl we have. Donât fuck it up, Mark, Iâll fire you before we get rid of her.â
âTrust me,â Mark coughs, âI wasnât planning on fucking things up any time soon.â
Eight
In the year youâve had your solo apartment, youâve not had any guys over. Your MO is to go to the manâs place so you can dip out whenever you get anxious or tired. Inviting a man over to your safe space woman sanctuary is new. The nervousness is manifesting physically; youâre fussing over the overswept floor and the frill on your couch blanket when Mark texts you that heâs arrived.Â
With one final breath, you head down to the lobby to let Mark in.
Heâs in blue jeans and a black hoodie that sets off the blonde tone of his hair. Youâve been meaning to ask him about who does his bleach out, but you know men can be touchy about their physical appearance and certain body modifications, so youâve been holding yourself back.
He looks good. Thatâs all that really matters.Â
âHey,â Mark grins as you open the door, pulling you into a hug.Â
âHey, yourself,â you smile back, pulling away from the embrace to lead Mark to the elevator. You can hear the line chef following you, and you suddenly feel self-conscious about your building.Â
âItâs a nice place,â Mark notes, as if he can read your mind. âNew build?â
âI think itâs been here like three or four years? I moved in last winter.â
âRight,â he nods, coming to a stop next to you as you hit the button to call the elevator.Â
You can feel him staring at you, and itâs making you even more nervous. âWhat?â you ask, letting out a short laugh.
âNothing, you just uh⌠you look cute.âÂ
âIâm literally in PJâs.â Your gaze dips to your simple fuzzy purple shorts, and the tank top youâre wearing.
âBut theyâre nice. Iâve only ever seen you in work outfits, and when you came over last time you were in jeans. You look cute dressed down like this.â
Youâd been worried about being so casual with Mark- dressing for comfort instead of the need to impress, but it seems youâve succeeded in both comfortability and making a good impression.Â
âThank you,â you smile, your insides practically glowing from the compliment. No other man has seen you this way and called you cute- itâs one of the reasons you usually dip out from a man after sex. Thereâs no comfort or getting comfortable- your other relationships have always been rigid, a push pull and need to be perfect at all times in order to be deserving of attention.
You make it up to your floor, and another wave of anxiety washes over you as you let Mark into your small apartment. âItâs not much,â you sigh, âbut itâs home.â
Mark slips off his sneakers by your door, looking around. âNo, I like it,â he assures you. âNo roommates kicking around- I bet living alone is pretty relaxing.â
âIt can be, but itâs also lonely at times,â you admit.
âWell, if you get lonely here, you can always call me and I can come entertain you.â
Markâs words give an air of longevity. He sounds certain about this, as if itâs a given that heâs part of your life now, as if heâs not going anywhere.Â
Youâre not sure what to make of Mark. Youâve never really had steady consistency from a man- but he seems so sincere, it makes you want to be hopeful, and hope can be a dangerous thing for a girl like you.
âSo uh⌠can I get you something to drink?â you ask. âWeâre just watching anime right?â
âIâm good. If I get thirsty, Iâll let you know,â Mark assures you, taking a seat on the couch in your living room. âShould we uh⌠should I move some of these pillows so we can cuddle again?â
You grin, pouring yourself a cup of water. âIf you want to cuddle, we can cuddle.â
âI want to cuddle,â Mark states, immediately grabbing at the cushions and rearranging your space to allow for you both to lie down.Â
Heâs adorable. Laying down in front of him already feels kind of natural. The way he grabs your hip and tugs you close to his chest has your heart singing, and his breath against the back of your neck is as familiar as anything.
Not much needs to be said as you start your anime. Youâre simply enjoying the comfortability of companionship- companionship lacking any pressures or timeframes. Youâre two souls sharing your moments together.
Itâs a different feeling for your mind to go blank while youâre with Mark. Youâre shocked by how safe you feel in his embrace.Â
You talk here and there, the two of you discussing moments in the anime, but conversation doesnât get much deeper than that. You actually kind of enjoy not having to use your brain, and youâre definitely enjoying the warmth of the man behind you.
âIâm uh, gonna take my hoodie off,â Mark tells you, shifting slightly.Â
âOkay.â You give him space, turning to look over your shoulder as he lifts the fabric off his body, revealing the white tshirt below. âWait, can you give me a deeper tattoo tour now?â
âUhâŚâ
âYou said youâd give me a proper tour on the second date,â you tease, hooking your finger in the neck of his shirt and gently pulling, giving yourself a tiny peak of marked skin along his collarbones.
âI guess I did say that, didnât I?â Mark laughs sheepishly. âOkay,â he takes a deep breath, sitting up again and grabbing the hem of his shirt.
As Mark reveals his chest to you, youâre a little taken aback by what you see.
Generally, youâre pretty good at guessing a manâs build under his clothing, but Mark is much more toned than you thought he would be. Itâs clear he works out, and the muscles you see are amplified by tasteful placement of tattoos littering his torso.
âWhere do I even start?â Mark asks, looking down at himself.
âWherever you want to.â You turn to face him, anime forgotten in the background.
He brushes his own fingers across one of the ferns decorating his collarbones. âThese are my momâs favourite plant.â
âHer favourite plant?â you grin.
âYeah, I know, most moms have a favourite flower, but my mom kind of really likes ferns.â
âSounds like youâre close with her,â you note.
âIâm a complete mamaâs boy,â Mark admits with a laugh, which is when your gaze lands on a heart with the word âMomâ tattooed on his ribs.
âI see that.â You reach out and gently brush the mark.
The line chef shivers under your touch, the muscles in his abdomen jumping deliciously. You wonder how ticklish he is.Â
âThen this one,â Mark touches the moth blooming out from his sternum, âwas just really cool and the artist needed someone to practice on, so I said, letâs do it, fuck me up.â
You grin at his choice of words. Mark can be kind of reserved at work, itâs interesting to hear his dirty mouth now that youâre alone.Â
You kind of love listening to him as he continues with the tour, tracing the lined patch work. Each mark is another story or detail about the line chef youâre starting to fall for, and you commit his words to memory.Â
Heâs done the tour of his tattoos much too fast for your liking. You trace the last of the marks, a dagger on his bicep.Â
Laying on your back with Mark on his side next to you, things feel very intimate, especially now that his focus has shifted away from his tattoos and is solidly fixed on you.
His hand finds your abdomen, and he gently lines the curve of your hip with his fingers.
Neither of you say anything, caught in the peaceful quiet and moments of mutual discovery.Â
His fingers brush by your rib cage, and youâre struck by the need for more. Gently placing your hand over his, you prompt him up higher, until his palm is placed over your breast. You sneak a glance at Mark, noticing the way he swallows thickly.
âAre you a boobs man, Mark?â
âI mean⌠who isnât?â
You grin at his answer. âShould I take my shirt off? Itâs only fair, right? Yours is off.â
âYou donât have to do anything you donât want to do,â he assures you.
âI want to take my shirt off.â
âThen take your shirt off,â he says quietly.
You sit up, quickly discarding the fabric before laying back down again. Now youâre just in a bra and PJ shorts. Mark sucks in a breath, his hand finding your bare hip. Once again, you have to guide his touch up to your breast. This time, when he squeezes you, his thumb rubs over the swell of plump flesh.
You can feel your nipple hardening with interest, pressing against the cup of your bra. âWe should take this off next,â you suggest, grabbing at your strap.
âYeah?â Markâs eyes widen as he looks at you, his lips parting as he breathes heavier.
âI mean, unless you want me to keep it on?â
âLike I said,â the line chef brushes his thumb over your skin again, âdo whatever makes you most comfortable.âÂ
You sit up again, reaching behind your back to undo the clasp. For a moment, you pause. This is a line you won't be able to uncross. Youâre about to show your coworker your boobs. Your sweet, honest, adorable, line chef coworker, who gazes at you with stars in his eyes- your fuck boy look alike secret softie-
You undo your bra, throwing it off the couch before laying flat again. This time, you donât have to prompt Markâs hand, he gently traces his fingers up your ribs until heâs cupping your breast. He watches you tentatively, sucking his lower lip into his mouth as his thumb brushes over your hardened nipple.
âYouâre so pretty,â he whispers.
âYou think so?â
âI know so,â Mark says, firmly this time.
âCome here,â you reach up to cup the back of his neck, drawing his lips to yours. He kisses you like heâs afraid you might break, but when you whimper, he responds with a groan, deepening the passion as his tongue glides against your own.
His hand kneads your breast, making you moan again, pushing up toward his palm. You can feel the desire growing between your legs as he kisses you, and you reach out to trace his chest. Your touch begins to lower, fingers grazing over his abdomen-
Mark breaks the kiss, nuzzling against your jaw to prompt your face to the side so he can access your throat. He peppers your skin in soft kisses, slowly descending until he reaches your collar bones-
You realize what heâs about to do and tangle your fingers through his soft blonde hair, pushing your chest up in silent affirmation. âMark-â you whimper, rewarded when his wet lips wrap around your nipple.
Fuck, he feels so good-
Has anyone ever felt this good?
Maybe itâs the waiting- the going slow, or maybe itâs just the fact that Mark makes you feel safe, but regardless, each touch, each brush of his lips and tongue, has you mewling. Youâre pretty sure youâve soaked through your panties at this point, your pussy practically throbbing with each flick of his wet muscle against your pebbled nipple.
âMark?â you whisper, tightening your grip in his hair. âAre youâŚâ you swallow thickly. âAre you going to fuck me?â
The line chef pulls away from your breast, looking up at you with dark chocolate eyes. âWe donât have to do anything you donât want to do-â
âWhat if I want this?â
âI usually donât sleep with girls on the second date-â
âMake an exception?â you plead.Â
You havenât been fucked in a few weeks, and youâre feeling desperate. You want to connect with Mark on that physical level, and sex is always the way you do that with men. You want him to feel good, to give him a reason to stick around like he says he will.
âBut wait-â you feel your skin heat, âI have something I should tell you first.â
Mark cocks his head to the side, waiting for you to continue.
âI uh⌠Iâm going to be super real with you right now.â You take a deep breath. âLook, I read a lot of smut? Thatâs like- I read a lot of erotica, written porn, I guess- and, in smut, and porn especially, girls always just cum so easily- and I wish I was that type of person, but Iâm not. No guy has ever⌠you know, gotten me there. What Iâm trying to say is, I can have fun even without cumming. So if I canât get there with you, itâs not you, itâs literally me-â
âHey,â Mark reaches up to cup your cheek, cutting off your rambling. âThanks for telling me, but thereâs no pressure. Whatever happens, happens. For some girls, you have to get more comfortable. My first girlfriend was like that too, and thereâs never any judgement from me. Iâm willing to wait for you to feel safe enough that your body relaxes.â
âYou are?â
âIâm not going anywhere,â he assures you. âI mean, I canât promise that Iâll be as good as the guys in your books or in porn. Dirty talk is something I have to get used to using too, but, if we give it time, Iâm sure weâll figure each other out.â
You search his eyes, processing what heâs just said. Then you give him a small nod. âThat sounds good to me.â
âGood.â He leans forward, pressing his lips to yours. âBut, if weâre going to do this, Iâd like for us to go to your bedroom, if thatâs okay.â
âYeah, of course.â You sit up, getting off the couch quickly while Mark follows. As you get to the door of your bedroom, you look over your shoulder, snaking your fingers into your shorts and pulling them down.
âFuck-â Mark groans, eyes taking in your body.
You can see a half chub pressing against the denim of his blue jeans, and your pussy throbs again. âCome on, puppy boy,â you tease.Â
Heâs quick to catch you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his chest to your back. His lips find your neck and you giggle, moving toward your bed while dragging the line chef with you.
âYouâre so pretty,â Mark groans, tracing your curves with one hand while the other reaches to grab your breast.
Turning in his arms, you press your lips to his, enjoying the way each kiss gets deeper. Heâs relaxing against you, his tongue exploring you more and more.Â
When you make it to the bed, he gently prompts you to sit down. You look up at Mark, watching him take in your form. âHow did I get this lucky?â he asks.
âYou asked me out,â you remind him. âSo you did this all yourself, Mark.â
âDid I?â he grins, sinking to the floor.
Youâre surprised by the new position, surprised by the way he gently parts your knees, his gaze finding your hot core.Â
âCan I take these off?â he questions, gently tugging at your panties.
âYeah-â you whisper.
Most guys donât eat you out as an appetizer. In fact, you have to ask most men to go down on you- but hereâs Mark, doing it all of his own accord. And he looks so needy- in the best possible way.
Mark slips your panties down your legs, and then his lips find your calf. He begins kissing up your skin, spreading your thighs to accommodate him.Â
âYou donât have to-â Your words are lost when he presses a kiss to your clit.
âDonât have to what?â Mark asks, looking up at you.
âDonât have to eat me out-â
âI want to eat you out,â he confirms. âIâll eat you out for as long as you want me to- but, when you need more, just say something, and Iâll give you anything you want.â
âReally?â
âUh huh,â Mark hums, immediately pressing his mouth against your core again. He licks a wet stripe of your pussy, and it makes your legs twitch on his shoulders.
You relax against the mattress, closing your eyes and focusing on the feeling of Mark pleasuring you. Your fingers tangle in his hair, keeping him where you need him. He focuses on your clit, circling it and toying with it.
It feels amazing- it does, but thereâs some sort of mental block in your brain. You wish you could just cum from this, but the more you think about that, the more you distract yourself from Mark. God, you almost feel bad making him eat you out like this- heâs not getting anything-
The overthinking is something youâre used to, and try as you might to talk yourself down from the ledge of sexual issues, you canât relax. You canât focus on Mark, and it frustrates you to no end.
Finally, after what feels like hours of him eating you out - although it must only be a few minutes - you gently tug his hair. âWant your cock now,â you tell him.
âYeah?â Mark wipes his hand across his mouth, looking up at you with pupils blown from lust.
âPlease,â you nod.Â
âShould I uh- should I grab a condom?â
Youâre quick to shake your head. âWeâre both clean right?â
âYeah-â
âI have an IUD, remember? I want you to cum inside of me.â
Mark draws in a shaky breath. You watch him swallow thickly, then he stands up, undoing his blue jeans. When he pushes down his pants, he moves his underwear too, and just like that, your favourite line chef is standing naked in front of you.
Heâs got a pretty cock. Itâs girthy, cut, and must be around seven or so inches. The tip is curved slightly to his left, and itâs leaking precum even though youâve hardly touched him.
Did Mark really get that turned on just from eating you out?
âCome here,â you offer him a small smile, shifting up your bed until your head reaches the pillows. You open your arms for Mark, watching him press a knee onto the mattress and approach you. Your legs wrap around his hips, and you drag him into a kiss.
The kiss is passionate, but thereâs a tentative energy to it as Markâs cock presses between your pussy lips, collecting the juice and saliva thatâs congregated there.Â
âAre you sure about this?â Mark asks, panting against your mouth.Â
You open your eyes to look up at him, nodding.
âI uh⌠I need to hear you say yes.â
âYes, Mark, Iâm sure about this,â you say, trailing your fingers through his hair. âPlease, I want you.â
He searches your eyes, then, with a final nod, he kisses you again. One of his hands slides between your bodies, and you feel him line his cock up with your core. Your legs tighten around his hips, and itâs something like a united effort when his length sinks into your pussy.
You both groan against each otherâs lips. The kissing stops, but you remain close enough that your noses are touching. His breath is hot against your skin, and he begins to fuck you slowly, his cock filling you perfectly.
âYou feel so good,â Mark groans.Â
All you can do is moan in response, drawing his lips back to yours while he fucks you.
You get lost in the feeling of him, and the kissing does aid in calming down your tumultuous thoughts. You can focus on the pleasure that thrums through you with each thrust, the way his cock glides against your inner walls and stretches you out.
Mark grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers and pressing you against the bed, his hips working faster. His tongue is eager against your own, and he eats up your soft whimpers. His groans and grunts of effort make your soul sing, your heart beating quickly in your breast.
âShit,â Mark pulls away from the kiss, looking down at you. âItâs been a minute since Iâve- since Iâve slept with anyone,â he admits. âIâm uh⌠pretty close.â
âWant you to cum,â you tell him.
âYeah?â
âPlease- want you to fill me up-â
Mark groans, pressing his lips against your own. You kiss him desperately, tightening your legs around his hips. He squeezes your hand, his groans muffled by your mouth.
His hips work faster and faster- then, all at once, he kind of just stops. You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, and his grip on your hand is tight as he coats your insides with his cum.
You hold him through his high, your free hand petting his hair while he brings his lips to your neck, panting desperately and kissing your skin.Â
He lets out a sigh of relief as he finishes. Mark pulls away from your throat, looking down at you. You can tell thereâs something he wants to say, but itâs clear that heâs not able to find the right words. âI, uhâŚâ he licks his lips. âShould I grab you a tissue or something?â
âYes, please,â you laugh, letting go of him so he can get off the bed. You watch him look around your room, finding your tissues on the nightstand.Â
His legs are as covered in patchwork tattoos as the rest of him, and youâre pleased that the tour will continue another day. He hands you the tissue. âDo you want to use the bathroom first?â
âYou can go for it, I just need a second,â you tell him.
Mark nods, pressing one last kiss to your lips before he leaves your bedroom.
You lay there in bed, holding the tissue between your legs to capture any of the cum beginning to leak out of you.Â
Youâre glad Mark got to cum. Youâre not surprised you hadnât. You just hope maybe one day you will get there, and for some reason, you have a hunch Mark will be the one to achieve an orgasm for you. Or at least, you hope he will.Â
Nine
âSo did you do it?âÂ
âHmm?â Mark looks up from the chicken heâs cutting.
âYou had your second date with Sunshine last night, right?â Hyuck presses. âSoâŚ. did you do it? Did you make her cum, or what?â
âWhy are you so obsessed with this?â Mark sighs, looking at the other side of the kitchen where John is working. âWe shouldnât be talking about this here.â
âNah, this is the perfect place to talk about it,â Hyuck leans against the work station, his back to the head chef. âSo Iâm guessing you didnât make her cum.â
âIs that all you were thinking about every time you fucked her?â Mark asks.
âDuh.â
âDid you ever stop to think that maybe thatâs the kind of mentality that would make a girl overthink the situation?â Mark shakes his head. âI bet you would watch her super intently and then just ask her to cum.â
âThatâs a move, Mark, itâs called having rizz.â
âBut it never worked, so was it really rizz, or were you just fucking yourself over?â
Hyuck narrows his eyes. âSo now youâre the expert on making girls cum?â
Over Hyuckâs shoulder, John stops what heâs doing and turns to stare at the line chefs. Mark can feel his skin heating, and he opens his mouth to rectify the situation, but Hyuckâs already speaking again.Â
âI bet you a hundred bucks you wonât be able to make her cum.â
âFuck you, Iâm not betting money on this shit,â Mark hisses.Â
âSounds like something a pussy would say.â
âA pussy with a knife in his hand,â the line chef notes, his grip tightening on the handle. âLook, when I do make her cum, you have to stop bashing her like itâs her fault that you wouldnât take the time to make her comfortable.âÂ
âAnd when you donât make her cum?â
âItâs not going to happen.â Markâs not sure where his confidence is coming from, but something in his heart tells him to be firm about this. Heâs going to get you there. It might take a few weeks, hell, it might take over a month- but heâs going to get you to the point where you relax enough to cum for him, or so help him God-
Ten
Mark had cum inside of you three times since arriving at seven, and at two am he had finally broached the idea of heading home. âI should probably go,â the line chef had sighed, holding you closer to his chest.
âI mean⌠you could always just stay over?â youâd suggested.
âYeah?â
âItâs our third date, why not?â youâd shrugged, cuddling tighter against him.Â
You hadnât planned this, it had just sort of happened, and thatâs how Mark had ended up sleeping at your place for the first time.Â
Heâd woken up half way through the night, voice raspy, hands grabby, moaning about how lucky he was to be here with you. Falling asleep again after heâd railed you had been as easy as breathing, and now, in the morning hours, youâre in the shower to wash off all the cum heâd left on and inside of you.Â
Neither of you have to be at work till the afternoon, and you kind of like the idea of lazing around with Mark, whoâs still passed out in your bed.Â
You take your time with your skin care and hair, and when you finally enter your room, youâre intrigued to find the line chef still asleep. Heâs quite handsome like this, all bundled up in your white duvet, blonde hair shining around him like a halo.
You try to be careful as you crawl onto the mattress next to him, but Mark immediately rolls over to pull you tight to his chest. He lets out a soft groan, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
God, why are things so domestic with this boy already?
His hands trail up and down your back, fingers stroking your skin. Youâd put on his shirt, but other than that, youâre naked, and it doesnât take long for Mark to realize that fact. His touch moves down to your hip, sliding under the shirt. His thumb draws circles against your bare skin, and he lets out another moan.Â
âMorning, puppy boy,â you laugh.
âHungry,â Mark whispers.Â
âHmm?â
âI said,â he leans down, pressing kisses to your throat, his lips brushing by your ear when he repeats himself; âHungry.â
âI can make you breakfast,â you assure him.
âDonât want food,â Mark says. âWant you.â
In one quick motion he pushes you onto your back, getting on top of you. His breath is hot against your neck, and he tugs on your shirt, pulling it up to reveal your breasts. His mouth wraps around your nipple, and he sucks on it gently, releasing sounds of pleasure.Â
You thread your fingers through his hair, letting out a sigh of relief. âFeels good,â you tell him.
One of his hands slips between your legs, his digits teasing your slit. âAlways so wet for me,â he groans, releasing your nipple with a pop. âCan I taste?â
Mark is definitely getting more bold with you, but thatâs what happens when youâve fucked a handful of times, had three dates, and one sleep over.Â
âYou can do anything you want to me,â you tell him.
The line chef kisses down your abdomen, pushing your legs open as he settles between them. You thread your fingers through his hair as he brings his mouth to your core, licking at your pussy lips.Â
Mark is really good at oral. This is the fourth time heâs eaten you out. With each time he presses his mouth to your pussy, part of you gets more and more convinced that youâll cum this way. When he adds two fingers into your aching core, youâre pretty much sure that it will happen-
It feels so good, and the moans that escape you reflect that. Your hips buck toward his face, prompting Mark to press a palm to your lower abdomen, keeping you pinned.
But every time you think youâre close - every time youâre about to announce it to him - the feeling dissipates.Â
You can feel yourself getting more and more irritated with your body, and soon, you give up entirely. âMark?â
âHmm?â The vibrations against your clit have your thighs shaking.
âCan I just- can we just fuck? Please? I want you inside of me.â
Mark pulls away from your pussy, his fingers continuing in your hole. âAre you sure? You know I enjoy playing with you like this.â
âI know- but, I just- Iâm in my head again. Want your cock in my pussy.â
Mark takes his fingers out of your core, bringing them to his lips to lick clean. Then he crawls up your body, kissing you so you can taste yourself on his tongue.Â
âIâll fuck you,â he says, âbut donât ever think I donât enjoy being between your thighs like that, okay? You donât have to cum, I know from the sounds that you make that you enjoy it, and thatâs enough for me until you get there, yeah?â
You swallow thickly, nodding. âIâm still in my head.â
âI get that, Sunshine,â he kisses you gently, cupping your cheek as he lines his cock up with your wet hole. âIf thereâs anything I can do to stop the overthinking-â
âJust fuck me,â you insist, wrapping your legs around his hips.
Mark laughs. âYou got it.â
Eleven
âDude, is that a hickey on your neck?â Hyuckâs annoying voice makes Mark flinch, and his hand immediately flies to slap against the side of his throat.
âWhat? No.âÂ
âIt totally is,â Hyuck laughs. âDamn, you two must really be going at it a lot.â
âWeâre having fun.â
âFun like two times? Three?â
âFun like five times in the past twenty four hours.â
âJesus Christ.â Hyuckâs eyes practically bulge out of his head. âAre you serious?â
âI donât know what you were talking about with her not being able to sleep next to you. She passed out just fine with me last night.â
Hyuck lets out a deep breath. âFucking Hell. Maybe I underestimated you. So⌠did she cum?âÂ
Mark sighs. He hates to be talking about this while at work. Youâre running food, but you could be back at any second, and Mark doesnât want you to get the wrong idea about all of this. Hyuck is the instigator of these sexual talks, and Mark doesnât know how much to keep to himself.
âSo thatâs a no,â Hyuck deduces. âBig ouch.â
âI feel like we shouldnât talk about this anymore,â Mark says finally.
âWhy? Is your pride hurt?âÂ
Mark lets out another annoyed breath. âI just think itâs disrespectful. Youâre an ex fling of hers, you donât deserve to know everything about her personal life.â
âI don't want to know about her personal life,â Hyuck rolls his eyes. âI want to know about her sex life, thereâs a difference.âÂ
âIâm done talking to you about this,â Mark insists.
âDamn, someone is starting to sound like a protective boyfriend. Jeeze, calm down.â
Mark hates that thereâs some truth in what Hyuck is saying. He already feels quite protective of you. Heâs got dates planned, things that can make you smile. He pays close attention to you when you speak, looking for your likes and dislikes.Â
Mark is falling for you faster than heâd ever care to admit, especially not to Hyuck of all people.Â
Twelve
âWho does a staff Christmas party in January?â Jungwoo asks as a bunch of you take the big table after the restaurant has closed.
âWe were all too busy at Chirstmas time, remember?â Jaehyun says, looking at his waiter friend. âAnd then there was New Years, and we closed early.â
âI agree with you Woo, a mid January Christmas party feels weird,â you grin, leaning against your favourite server.Â
In all honesty, it feels like your managers Taeil and Doyoung just wanted to give you all some time to relax and celebrate. January can be a slow month in the restaurant business, and youâd heard Jeno mention yesterday that there are four or five bottles of wine that no one has been ordering that have to be used up.Â
As you begin to drink the wine, the mid January Christmas party makes more and more sense. The chefs have finished their closing tasks, with John joining you first, followed by Hyuck, and finally Mark.
With Jaehyun across from you, Jungwoo on one side, and John on the other, youâre surrounded. Mark sits at the other end of the table, offering you a small smile. You give him a gentle wave in response, giggling to yourself over the rim of your wine glass.
âGosh, Sunshine,â Jungwoo slides closer to you. âAre you drunk already?â
âYouâve been refilling my glass,â you point out, pouting a little.
âBecause youâre a cute drunk,â he grins.Â
âA very cute drunk,â Jaehyun agrees, eyeing you from across the table.Â
The thing about dating a coworker and it being new means you canât talk about it. Until thereâs a label with you and Mark, youâre keeping your lips shut. As far as Jungwoo or Jaehyun know, youâre single, and the latter of the two has been hitting on you for months.
It feels odd to have Jaehyun calling you cute while Mark is just a few seats down. Your stomach twists into drunken knots, and you wish you could move to be closer to your new secret Boo-
In the periphery of your vision, you note Mark stand up and begin to head to the bar. It feels like the perfect excuse to get some time alone with him, so you hop off of your chair.Â
Markâs grabbed a glass and is beginning to pour himself a beer from the tap by the time you reach him. âHi, puppy boy,â you grin.
âHey, Sunshine,â he laughs, looking you up and down. âJungwooâs been feeding you the wine, huh?â
âJust like⌠a normal amount.â God, you canât help but smile constantly at the boy who has your heart twisting into love sick knots.Â
âAre you tipsy?â Mark cocks his head to the side as he finishes pouring his drink.
âMaybeâŚâ
âCan I get you some water?â he suggests.
You lean forward over the bar top, lowering your voice so only Mark can hear you. âIâm thirsty, but not for water or wine.â
It takes Mark a moment to read the innuendo of your words, but then he laughs. âI should get you some water.â
âWhat if I donât drink it?â
âWhat if I ask you to please drink it?â he counters, already filling a cup for you.Â
âOkay, fine. Just for you, though.âÂ
Mark grins as he hands you the glass.
âWhy do you take care of me so much?â you ask, as the two of you head back to the table.
âBecause,â Mark pulls your chair out for you, âyouâre my favourite expo girl.â
âI better be,â you say, teasingly narrowing your eyes at Mark before he walks back to his own seat down the long table.
You begin to nurse your water. Markâs right about you needing it. The tipsyness has somehow intensified- probably because Jungwoo had insisted you finish your wine glass. You feel blurry as you sit there and listen to your coworkers chat.
âI just donât like saying chicken breast,â Jungwoo states.
âBut thatâs what they are!â Yuta, one of the night line chefs, insists. âTheyâre breasts!â
âI just tell customers that the alfredo comes with chicken, they donât need to hear me say breast!â Jungwoo fights back. âJaehyun agrees with me, right Jae?â
âYeah, I just say chicken,â the man across from you nods.
âTaeyong also just says chicken,â Jungwoo continues. âSo right now itâs three to one.â
âHyuck,â Yuta calls across the table, gaining the attention of the men at the other end. âDo you call it chicken breast, or just chicken?â
âNeither,â Hyuck says confidently. âThems some chicken boobies.â
You canât believe the conversation youâre hearing. âI think itâs time for me to leave,â you decide.Â
âWhat? Why?â Jungwoo whines.
âI canât be here for a discussion about chicken.â
Jungwoo slams his hand on the table. âSee, she said just chicken too!âÂ
Yuta points his finger at you like youâre on a game show. âIs that your final answer?âÂ
You lean forward, pretending his hand is a microphone. âChicken titties.â
âYeah, weâre cutting you off,â Jungwoo decides. âYou need to go home and sleep.â
âSomeone should make sure you get back to your place okay,â Jaehyun notes, standing from his chair.
âIâll take care of her,â comes Markâs voice from the other end of the table.
Jaehyun turns to stare at the line chef, who also stands up.Â
John is next to you, and you watch a knowing expression appear on his features, grinning as he sips his beer.Â
âYou still have half your drink left,â Jaehyun insists, âAnd, Iâve known our little miss Sunshine for much longer than you have. Iâm sure sheâs probably more comfortable with me taking her home.â
A muscle in Markâs jaw feathers. You watch him reach down and grab his beer, downing the whole thing in three large gulps before wiping the back of his hand across his mouth.
Fuck, the motion reminds you of what he does whenever he eats you out, and you feel almost dizzy thinking about it.
âWhoâs it gonna be, Sunshine?â Hyuck grins. âJaehyun, or Marky boy?â
âLetâs go, Mark,â you say, offering Jaehyun a small smile. âWeâll see all you guys tomorrow.â
Jaehyun looks pretty defeated, but you canât even bring yourself to care as Mark comes around the table to offer you his arm. At first, you think you donât his help, but when you stumble after one step, you latch onto his bicep.
âI was hoping youâd go home with me tonight,â you whisper as the two of you exit to the parking lot, where Markâs truck is waiting. He helps you climb inside, smiling and shaking his head.
âSunshine, if you ever want me to go home with you, you donât have to get drunk, just ask.â
Thirteen
âIâm really not that drunk,â you insist, making your way over to the liquor cabinet again.
Mark sighs. Youâre a grown adult, he canât keep directing you away from the booze. âOkay, I believe you. What do you want? Let me make it for you.â
âI wantâŚâ you think about it for a moment. âAn espresso martini.â
âItâs late, wonât the espresso make it hard for you to sleep?â Youâre definitely drunk and you both know it.
âI donât care. Want espresso martini.â
âOkay, Sunshine, you got it.â Mark moves through your kitchen, finding the espresso machine there. He slips a pod into the device, setting up a cup.Â
âCan you add honey?â you ask, already moving to the cabinet to grab a bottle. Mark takes it from you, squeezing some of the honey into the bottom of the cup as hot coffee begins to pour over it. âI also want Baileys.â
Mark laughs a little, shaking his head as you stumble to grab the large Irish Cream bottle from your cupboard.
âAnd also ice,â you declare. âFrothed.â
âThis is a whole thing, huh?â Mark watches you fill the frother with Baileys.Â
âI like what I like,â you insist. âWeâre gonna triple froth this.â
âYouâre the boss.â Mark reaches into his pocket, pulling out his vape. Youâve been letting him smoke in here, and he appreciates the reprieve as the two of you make this very complicated espresso martini.Â
By the time youâre done with it, Markâs not even sure you could call it an espresso martini. With the amount of frothed foam on top, this drink is something else entirely.Â
He watches you lift the cup to your lips, immediately getting foam on your face. You simply giggle and wipe it off, licking your finger clean. Then you dip your digit into the froth, scooping it up and popping it in your mouth.
Mark swallows thickly while watching you do this.
âPuppy,â you groan, âthis is so good.â You offer him your finger. âTry it.â
Mark canât say no to you, so he allows you to dip your finger into his mouth. He licks you clean, watching the way your breath catches. You bite on your bottom lip, swaying a little on your feet.
âYour turn,â you say quietly, holding out the cup.
âMy turn?â
âI wanna suck on your fingers.â
Mark knows you're drunk. He knows this probably isnât the best idea for either of you, but he simply canât say no to you. Not now, not ever.Â
He dips his pointer into the foam, then presents it to you.Â
You grab his wrist, keeping him still while you move forward to suck on his finger, releasing a small groan. Mark can already feel the blood rushing to his cock, but he ignores it as he goes for another scoop of froth.Â
âTastes better on you,â you tell him, licking his digit clean again. âMore. Please.âÂ
The way you look at him each time you suck his finger tells Mark that youâre as horny as he is. When he scoops with two digits, you practically mewl as you lick.
âI wanna suck on something bigger,â you state.
âSunshine,â Mark sighs, âI really donât want to take advantage-âÂ
âYouâre not. Mark, youâve eaten me out so many times, please let me return the favour?â Youâre already sinking to your knees on the kitchen floor, and the sight of you makes Markâs cock throb in his jeans. âPlease, I just wanna suck you off.â
âYou know I can never say no to you.â
As the words leave him your hands find his belt. In moments, youâre pushing his pants down, your grip wrapping around the base of his cock. He watches you lick your lips, your gaze meeting his as you lean forward to take him into your mouth.
Mark immediately lets out a groan. âYou feel so good, sunshine.â
You whimper around his length, and the vibration has Markâs fingers twitching. He reaches for your head, cupping your face while you suck him off. His other hand places your drink on the kitchen counter before falling to his side. The line chefâs head falls back, his eyes closing as he eats up the feeling of you.
âThatâs it,â he sighs, loving the way you twirl your tongue around his shaft.
You take as much of him past your lips as possible, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You gag around him, causing Markâs eyes to fly open. He looks down at you with concern, but you keep sucking him.
âYou donât have to deep throat me,â Mark assures you, pushing some hair away from your face.
You let out a whine, sinking onto him again, only for your throat to constrict tight around his tip.Â
Mark groans. âFuck, Sunshine, Iâm serious.â
The line chef could never do what youâre doing right now. Not because heâs not into cock, but because he has the worst gag reflex ever. He knows what itâs like to choke, and he doesnât want you sputtering on his cock in the name of pleasuring him.Â
When you try to deep throat him a third time, Mark simply pulls you off of him. Heâs struck by the view of a string of saliva keeping you connected to his cock, and the way you look up at him in a confused daze has his heart thundering in his chest.
âEnough of that,â Mark says softly. âLet me take care of you.â
He reaches down, gently taking your hands so he can help you to your feet.Â
âBedroom?â he suggests.
You nod, swallowing thickly and wiping at your mouth, then you dart off. Youâre awfully agile for a drunk girl, and Mark smiles to himself before following you. By the time heâs made it to the bedroom, youâve already stripped.
Youâre sitting on the bed, grinning at him with a hint of mischief in your eye.
âTake advantage of me, Mark,â you say as he pulls off his shirt.
âJesus,â Mark whispers. âI hate to say it, but that line is not enticing at all.â
Heâs still kind of questioning if this is a good idea, but at the same time, youâve already fucked on multiple occasions. He knows you want him sober, and especially - it appears - while drunk.Â
âCome on, please?â You pout out your lower lip.
Mark slips out of his jeans, joining you on the bed. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss while your legs encircle his hips.
As his cock slips past your core, Mark is shocked at how wet you already are. Booze has really done a number on you, but neither of you are complaining.
âYou sure you want this?â he asks.
âDonât make me beg,â you laugh, âCuz I will.â
âNo, itâs okay,â Mark swallows the lump in his throat. âJust checking.â
Before he can reach for his cock, you beat him to it, grabbing the base and lining his tip up with your entrance. âFuck me, Mark, Iâm begging for it.â
He presses his lips hard against your own as he pushes into your wet hole, both of you groaning loudly at the feeling.Â
âShit,â you whimper, breaking the kiss to look up at him, âIâm so sensitive today-â
âAlcohol does that sometimes,â Mark notes, bringing up a hand to cup your breast. When his fingers pinch your nipple, you let out a high pitched squeal, pushing your chest up toward his palm.Â
âFuck, Mark-â Your pussy clenches tight around him, and the feeling makes Mark dizzy.Â
âYou sound so good, Sunshine, and youâre gripping me so fucking hard-â Mark begins to fuck into you. Your nails claw at his arms, your head thrown back, eyes closed.
Mark reaches down to rub your clit. You shudder below him, legs tightening around his hips. âFuck, fuck, fuck-â you moan loudly. âJust like that-â
He applies more pressure to your sensitive bud, making your hips buck toward him, your core clenching him in a death grip.Â
âIf you keep squeezing me like this, Iâm not going to last long-â he warns you, tension building in the base of his cock.
âI want you to cum,â you insist, opening your eyes to look at him.
âDonât you want to try and get there too?â he asks.Â
âI donât-â you swallow thickly, âI donât think Iâll be able to.â
âLet me fuck you a little longer, yeah?â Mark prompts. âI can wait a bit. Actually, we should switch positions.â
âTo what?â
âCan you get on your knees for me?â he asks.
âYeah,â you nod quickly. As soon as Mark pulls away, youâre flipping over, pushing your ass into the air for him.
âFuck, what a view,â he breathes, hands smoothing across your bum.Â
You whimper, and the sound encourages Mark to slip himself into you again. The sigh of relief that leaves you has Markâs skin tingling, his grip finding your hips.Â
âItâs so deep,â you groan, tangling your fingers in the sheets.
Youâre right about that- your wet pussy is taking every inch Mark has, and each smack of his hips against your ass has you getting even wetter. Heâs pretty sure youâre dripping down your thighs at this point, and his fingers dig into your skin even harder.
The sounds youâre making are like music to his ears. Your grip on his cock is insane. Markâs pretty sure tonight is going to be the night that you cum- but as he continues fucking you, it becomes more and more clear that only one of you is going to get there- and fast.Â
âFuck,â Mark grunts, his heart racing in his chest as he picks up the pace of his thrusts.Â
âCum in me,â you insist, reaching behind yourself.
Mark grabs your hand, lacing your fingers and holding you against the small of your back.
âYou really want me to cum?â he asks, breathless.
âPlease,â you nod, squeezing his hand. âWanna be full.â
Again, Mark canât say no to you.
âOkay, fuck, Iâm gonna cum,â he whispers, fucking you even harder. âShit-âÂ
His orgasm hits straight on, tingling through his entire body like an electric jolt. He pushes his cock into you as deep as it can go, feeling it throb as he coats your walls in cum. Mark throws his head back, eyes closed, overcome by the pleasure that courses through him.
Heâs not the type that can fuck someone through his high. When he cums, he has to stop, has to experience the feeling in full. His mind goes completely blankâŚ
But his first thought when the words come back is that he should tell you he loves you.
Fuck. This is becoming a problem.Â
Every time he cums deep inside of you, his feelings grow. Heâs overwhelmed with this sense that youâre meant to be, that he should just lock you down and let you know how much you mean to him.
But as always, that logical side rears its head, reminding Mark that itâs only been a few weeks of seeing each other. He needs to take things slow- for your sake. He doesnât want to scare you away. Being a safe space for you includes watching his tongue, it means not putting pressure on you like this-Â
If thereâs one thing that will pressure you, itâs the admittance that heâs kind of in love with you.
Instead of saying whatâs on the tip of his tongue, Mark pulls out of you. He gets you a tissue for the cum that begins to drip out of your pussy, and a cup of water to make sure youâre hydrated. Once youâve both cleaned up in the bathroom, he cuddles you close to his chest, stroking your back and listening to you breathe.
To Markâs complete shock, you fall asleep on him within minutes.Â
Itâs a sign that youâre truly feeling safe with him, and Mark thinks he must be going in the right direction. Heâs careful not to wake you up, he simply enjoys the feeling of holding you close while you rest.
Fourteen
You wake up slowly, cuddling closer to the warmth next to you. It takes you a moment to realize that the heat is coming from Mark, and you open your eyes to stare at him.
âMorning,â Mark grins, putting down his phone to watch you. âSleep well?â
âShockingly well,â you grin, snuggling closer. âYou?â
âI like sleeping next to you,â Mark muses, wrapping his arms around you. âYou know, I was thinking I could make you breakfast or something. Neither of us have work today.â
âBreakfast?â You perk up.
âYeah, I can cook most breakfast or brunch foods, but uh⌠donât ask me to make eggs.â
âEggs?â You raise your brows, looking at him with a laugh.
âI know, itâs stupid cuz Iâm literally a line chef, but I never went to school for it, remember?â Mark grins, stroking your skin. âJohn tried to teach me during brunch last week but I just- donât have the patience for eggs.â
âPoor John, hired a chef who canât cook eggs,â you tease. âAre you sure you donât want something else for breakfast?â
âLike what?â
âLike⌠me?âÂ
Mark laughs. âAs much as Iâd love to fuck you today, I feel like- maybe it would be nice to not sleep together this morning... You know this isnât just sex for me, right?â
âYeah, but⌠sex is nice, isnât it?â
Mark strokes your cheek, meeting your eyes. âSex with you is always nice, but I think I kind of want to be domestic with you today instead, if thatâs okay.â
Your heart clenches in your chest at his words. You canât help but lean forward and kiss him gently. âThatâs okay with me.â
âGood,â Mark grins. âLet's cuddle some more, and when you get hungry, Iâll take care of the food.â
As you slowly wake up next to Mark, youâre struck by how comfortable you are. Being with him like this feels natural. Thereâs no pressure to fuck, no need to suck dick in order to earn affection- Mark simply cares about you, and itâs clear in the way he holds you.
If youâre not careful, you could get used to this.
Fifteen
Since the âChristmasâ party, Markâs been wanting to broach the subject of Jaehyun with you, but in the handful of times heâs slept over with you since then, itâs just never come up.
Today, watching Jaehyun talk with you by the bar, the question is fresh on Markâs mind, and he only has one person he can justifiably ask about it.
âSo⌠how close are Jae and y/n?â
âHmm?â Hyuck looks up from the burger heâs stacking. âOh, those two? Pretty close.â
Mark groans at the lack of detail. âDid they ever date?â
âI think sheâs definitely his work crush. Pretty sure heâs asked her out a few times, but I donât know if she realized it was a date sort of thing.â Hyuck laughs to himself. âI actually walked in on him asking her out around Halloween, but I think she thought it was a group idea. She rejected him though.â
âLooks like he hasnât taken the hint,â Mark says, mouth forming a firm line.
âNah, Jae has a pretty big ego. I mean, youâve seen his face. Heâs not used to rejection, it doesnât compute for him.â
Mark doesnât say anything, he simply goes back to the alfredo heâs cooking. But it becomes clear that Hyuck doesnât want to let this go.
âYouâre jealous, arenât you, Marky boy?â
âNo.â
âYes, you totally are,â Hyuck grins. âHow long have you and Sunshine been seeing each other now?â
âLike⌠three weeks? A month almost?â
âHave you talked about being exclusive or anything?â
âNot really.â
Hyuck rolls his eyes. âItâs a yes or a no, Mark. Thereâs no ânot really,â when it comes to âthe talk.ââ
âNo, we havenât talked about it,â Mark admits with a sigh.
âSounds like something you want though, right?â Hyuck presses.
âI thought I said I wasnât going to talk to you about this anymore.â
âYouâre the one who brought up Jae,â Hyuck points out, raising his hands in mock defense.Â
Mark supposes Hyuck is right about that. Heâs been considering defining the relationship recently- thinking about how a label could offer you safety, stability, things that are needed to help you relax.Â
But now, the label transcends the use for comfortability and cumming, it almost feels needed.
Youâre hot. Mark knows that. He sees the way people hit on you every day while youâre working. At first, heâd been okay with it- but now, he thinks maybe he needs something more. Maybe he needs the comfort of knowing that youâre taken, by him.Â
Heâs not the type to feel insecure, and heâs not even sure that insecurity is the right word for what heâs feeling.
All Mark knows, is that he wants to get to the next level with you, and heâs going to pull up his big boy pants to finally do it.
Sixteen
Youâve been at home for a few hours, having been cut from work early since it was a slow day, and youâre a little surprised when Mark calls you around dinner time.
âHey you,â you grin, collapsing onto your bed to give Mark your full focus.
âWhatcha doin?â he asks.
âJust sitting here, was thinking of watching a movie. How about you? Just got off work?â
âYeah, in a minute, just taking a vape break first. I was thinking maybe youâd let me see you when Iâm off?â
âDefinitely, you know my door is always open for you. But I should warn you, I have literally nothing in my fridge.â
âThatâs okay, Iâll make your favourite and bring takeout,â Mark assures you. âSee you in like⌠half an hour?â
Thatâs how Mark shows up on your home a short while later. You look him up and down, taking in his work outfit. âDidnât wanna change after shift?â you grin, holding your door open for him.
âI uh, wanted to see you. Need a shower, so I figured Iâd put on my fresh clothes after that.â
âSounds good, you know that my home is your home. Go shower, Iâll put our food in bowls.â You accept the takeout from Mark, intent on turning to head to the kitchen- only for him to pull you back into an embrace.
âHi,â he mumbles, kissing the side of your head and nuzzling against your hair.
âHi,â you grin, turning in his arms to press your lips to his. âGo shower.â
âYou got it.â
Mark goes into your bathroom, and a moment later you hear the water begin to run. You take your time in the kitchen. Mark has made himself alfredo, and heâs cooked your favourite rice bowl for you. You smile to yourself while plating the food, loving how domestic things have gotten with Mark.
Part of you is tempted to join Mark in the shower, but youâre not sure if youâre there yet, so you wait patiently for him to finish. This isnât the first time heâs showered at your place, and you trust heâll see his designated towel hanging on the hook behind your door.Â
You kind of enjoy that heâs gotten so comfortable at your home. Youâve been spending so much time with him here and at work that it feels kind of odd when heâs not around.Â
Soon, Mark is coming out of the bathroom. Heâs in sweatpants and a tank top that shows off his tattoos. You have to actively stop yourself from drooling as you move to sit at the dinner table.
âSo⌠did you need to talk to me about something?â
âHmm?â Mark sits across from you.
âWe didnât have plans, you called and wanted to come over, I guess Iâm just wondering if you had a specific reason.â
âCanât I just miss you?â he grins.
Despite his words, itâs clear that thereâs more to it, however you drop the issue. When Mark is ready to be real with you, he will be. You have time until then.
Mark begins to talk about work, how it had gotten busy after youâd left. You listen, happy to chat with him while you eat.Â
After food, the two of you move to the couch, cuddling up while Netflix starts.
Youâre two seasons into your anime already, itâs funny how time flies. You can turn your brain off when Mark spoons you, his lips pressing soft kisses to your shoulder every now and again.
One episode in, Mark reaches over you for the remote, pausing your show.Â
âI guess there is a reason I wanted to come over,â he admits finally.
âYeah?â You turn onto your back, looking up at him.Â
âI hate to say that Iâve been jealous, but uh⌠since the Christmas party, Iâve been a little jealous about you and Jaehyun.â Mark wonât meet your eyes, and you give him the space to continue. âI just⌠people are always hitting on you, and I donât know, I think⌠I mean, Iâm a serial monogamist according to Hyuck, and I know we havenât been seeing each other for that long, but I only see you, in all ways, and I just⌠I donât want to lock you down if youâre not looking for something serious, but I guess I wanted to know how you feel about exclusivity and that sort of thing.â
âWith you? Mark⌠Iâd love to be exclusive.â You let out a small laugh. âDonât you realize that I have to watch girls flirt with you too? Maybe weâve both been jealous. I think⌠locking each other down would be good for us.â
âYeah?â Markâs beaming now.
âYouâre special,â you confess. âIâve never been able to sleep next to a guy Iâve slept with, which feels like such a contradiction- but sleep has always come easy with you. Iâve never felt such a lack of pressure- such acceptance, for all of me, the good and the bad. I like you a lot Mark, and Iâm sorry if I didnât make that clear.â
âItâs not that it wasnât clear,â Mark assures you, cupping your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. âI just⌠I know you have that wild side, which is totally valid, I just wasnât sure you were a settling down type.â
âI wasnât so sure I was either, and then I met you.â
Mark kisses you instead of responding, but you can feel the emotion in the press of his lips against yours. Heâs elated by what youâve just said, and youâre close to floating to cloud nine too.Â
Even so, thereâs something else. You can feel it in the slight tension of his shoulders when your fingers brush over his skin.
âMark?â you break the kiss, blinking at him. âIs there something else on your mind?â
âItâs just⌠I know I said thereâs no pressure, but I really wanna help you cum. And Iâve been thinking maybe⌠maybe we could use some of your toys.â
âMy toys?â
âLike⌠some girls cum better with a vibrator, and if you have one, Iâd love to use it on you.â
âReally?â Youâre shocked. Lots of men think their dick is good enough, they feel emasculated to bring sex toys into the mix- but hereâs Mark, being as contrarian as ever.Â
âEven if it doesnât help you cum, I still think it would be fun. Iâm not trying to pressure you-â
âWe can use my vibrator,â you assure him, heart thundering in your rib cage at the mere thought of it.Â
No man has ever used a sex toy on you- itâs probably one of the reasons youâve never cum with a lover before.
âCome on,â you sit up, heading to your bedroom while Mark follows. âI keep my toys in the closet,â you explain, bending down to find the shoe box that stores your vibrator. You pull the device out, showing it to Mark. âIs this going to work?â
âYeah, it will work.â Mark watches you stand up, and he holds out his hand for you to pass the toy to him. âIâm uh⌠Iâm gonna put this down so I can get you naked.â
âOkay,â you grin.
He sets the vibrator on your bed gently, turning to you. Mark grabs your face first, pulling you in for a kiss. Heâs gentler than you thought he would be, but you donât mind it. You like getting lost in the feeling of Mark, allowing him to guide you toward the bed.
When you reach your mattress, his hands slip down to the hem of your shirt. He carefully removes it, and you lift your arms to help him with the task. Mark doesnât immediately go for your pants next, he kisses you again instead, cupping your cheek with one hand while the other grabs the small of your back.
His touch is so gentle, smoothing across your skin. Itâs making you even more eager, and you find yourself removing his shirt before he begins to work on your sleep shorts. Soon, youâre just in a bra and panties, but even those get taken off.Â
When youâre completely bare, Mark gently pushes you down onto your bed, eyes taking in your body.
âYouâre so fucking pretty,â he muses.
Your skin heats at the praise, and you begin to close your thighs, only for Mark to gently prompt them open.Â
âDonât hide from me, please,â Mark says softly, getting onto his knees at the foot of your bed. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your clit before he pushes his tongue into your wet hole.
You breathe a sigh of relief, threading your fingers through his hair. You adjust your thighs on his shoulders, trailing your toes against his well-defined back.Â
He eats you out for a little while, groaning as he goes. Itâs clear to you now that Mark enjoys getting his fill of you, and it makes the experience ten times more enjoyable for you. Youâve been getting better at slowing your mind while Mark licks at your clit, better at focusing on him and not all the worrying thoughts that generally buzz around you.
You feel the bed shift, and you open your eyes to see Mark has reached for the vibrator. He turns it on, assessing the way the toy shakes on the lowest setting. âDo you wanna show me where to use this, sunshine?â he asks, holding it out to you.
With a deep breath, you nod, accepting the toy and bringing it to your clit. âI like⌠a good amount of pressure,â you tell him, showing him exactly where you like the vibrator to be held.
It feels kind of odd to be pleasuring yourself like this in front of Mark, but from the way his pupils are blown, eyes fixed completely on your core, you can tell that heâs enjoying the view. It makes you feel more confident, as you begin to drag the vibrator side to side, teasing yourself.Â
âThis sort of movement is good too,â you tell him.
âCan I take over now?â he asks.
You nod, allowing him to grab the handle of the toy.Â
Now that youâre not the one holding it, you can focus completely on the feeling of your clit being vibrated. It feels amazing, your toes curling at the stimulus.
Markâs free hand is on your inner thigh, smoothing against your skin, but soon, it joins the vibrator. He teases two fingers along your folds before pushing them into you, crooking them up to find the spongey spot that has you crying out.
âYou make such pretty sounds,â Mark tells you, applying more pressure to your clit with the vibe. âFuck, I could watch you like this all night.â
âPuppy-â you whimper, skin tingling at his words.
âYou have no idea how good you look,â he continues. âI swear- I want you to cum, but even if you donât, Iâm not going to be able to forget about this. This view is- fuck, itâs the best view in the world. Weâre going to be at work and this is all Iâll be thinking about. I wonât be able to get you out of my head.â
With each admittance, each uttered word of praise, you can feel the tension building in the pit of your stomach.
âCan you grind on this a little, sunshine? Grind on my fingers and your toy?â
âYeah-â you whimper, hips moving as you try to follow with his prompt.Â
âThatâs it-â Mark groans. âFuck, youâre so perfect.â
His fingers work harder inside of you, and the added pressure makes you squeal. You canât help the way one of your arms comes up to cover your face, muffling your sounds as your body moves on itâs own accord now. Youâre grinding against his hand, grinding against the vibrator that sends tremors of pleasure through your entire form.
âIâm so fucking lucky,â Mark tells you. âSo lucky that youâre mine- I could watch you like this for hours and not get bored.â
âMark-â you groan. Usually, when you acknowledge an orgasm building, it dissipates, like some cruel trick of fate, a complete defiance of the laws of physics- but this time, when you whimper âIâm closeâ the feeling doesn't fade, it only builds.
âYeah?â Mark sounds shocked. âAll it took was a vibe, huh?â
âAnd⌠and your praise-â
âYou like when I talk dirty to you, sunshine?â Mark asks. âLike it when I tell you how perfect and pretty you are?â
âYes-â
âAre you going to be a good girl and cum for me? Or should I finger fuck this cute little pussy even harder?â
âOh my God-â you whimper. Mark has truly gotten comfortable with you now- heâs not holding back with his sinful words, and they make your stomach pull into a tight knot. âPlease, harder-â
Mark presses the vibrator against your clit, turning up the vibration with his thumb while his fingers continue their brutal pace inside your core.
You find yourself gasping, unable to speak as he works you closer and closer-
âCumming-â you whisper, your orgasm slamming into you like a train.Â
Your breath catches, waves of pleasure surging through you. Your fists grip the sheets, your back arches, your thighs quaking around Mark. Whimpers and moans fill the room, your core pulsating around Markâs fingers while he works you through your high.
âThatâs it,â Mark groans. âThatâs my good girl.â
âPuppy-â you breathe, the feeling almost becoming too much for you.
âWhat do you need, sunshine?â
âYour cock,â you blurt out.Â
âYeah?â Markâs fingers slow inside your pussy.Â
âPlease, wanna cum on your cock-â
Mark lets out a breath. âHoly fuck.â He turns the vibrator off, taking his digits from your core. Mark licks them clean before he stands up, pushing down his sweatpants. âMove up the bed for me?â he suggests.
You wiggle up to the pillows, watching Mark get onto the mattress. He allows you to lock your legs around his hips, pulling him close while he crashes his lips to yours.
You tangle your fingers in his hair, kissing him deeply. He ruts his hips, allowing you to feel his cock dragging against your core.
Patience is a virtue, but you donât have any left. You reach between your bodies, grabbing his hard length to line it up with your pussy.Â
Mark slides into you, and you let out an immediate sigh of relief. His fingers had been nice, but his cock is even better. It stretches you open, you can feel him deeper than ever. You gasp against his mouth, dragging him closer as he begins to thrust into you.Â
âYou feel so good, sunshine,â Mark groans, breaking the kiss so he can press his lips to your throat.Â
âPuppy-â you whimper, arching your neck so he has better access to find your sweet spot.
Mark captures your hands, lacing your fingers and pressing you into the bed while he fucks you.Â
You can feel him everywhere. Youâre completely bewitched by Mark Lee. Your core is practically dripping, each thrust made easy by the wet that exudes out of you.Â
Then Mark is reaching for your vibrator. He sits up slightly, looking down at you. âMissionary? Or maybe doggy would be better?â
âI wanna see you when I cum again,â you tell him, accepting the vibrator he holds out to you. âWant you to see me cum with your cock in my pussy.â
Mark lets out a low groan, pressing his lips to yours as you turn on the toy, adjusting it onto your clit.
âIf you canât cum, thatâs okay-â
âI think Iâll cum,â you assure him. âJust fuck me hard, and Iâll get there.â
âI can do that,â Mark grins, immediately picking up his pace and adding more power to his thrusts.
âAnd⌠tell me Iâm pretty again?â
âFuck, youâre so pretty,â Mark groans. âIâm so fucking lucky- how did I ever get this lucky?â
âPuppy-â
âYou have no idea how into you I am- I love your sounds, love your voice- love the face you make when you feel good- love your smile-â
Each admittance has your heart buzzing in your chest. Itâs crazy how easy it is for him to praise you- it almost feels like all these things were built up inside, like heâs a dam thatâs just been released, and God, you love the flood.
You press the vibrator harder against your clit, entire body surging with energy.Â
âYouâre squeezing me so well, baby,â Mark groans, and the sound has your pussy throbbing. âWant you to cum with me so bad, do you think you can cum with me?â
âYeah, just- kiss me?â you suggest.
Mark presses his lips to yours immediately, cupping your face with one hand. His tongue glides against your own. You eat up each other's sounds, getting completely lost in each other.
In no time at all, another orgasm is building in the pit of your stomach.Â
âIâm gonna-â you whimper against his lips.
Mark fucks you even harder in response, and the motion is dizzying.Â
âPlease, sunshine, cum with me- fuck, I canât hold it, cum with me-â
His words are your last straw as you explode on his cock. Your core clamps down hard, gasps of extacy escaping you.
To Markâs credit, he holds off his own high long enough to fuck you through yours, and the moment you begin to be oversitmulated, he cums too. You can feel his cock throbbing in your pussy, his load spilling along your insides and coating your walls.
You kiss him deeply, enjoying his whimpers of pleasure.
Youâve never cum with someone balls deep inside of you before, and thereâs a voice in the back of your mind itching for you to tell Mark that you love him- but you bite your tongue. You simply kiss him, holding him close while he finishes.
Finally, Mark lets out a small gasp, pulling away from your lips. His forehead presses against yours, and youâre both breathing heavily.
Youâve never felt this connected to someone in your entire life.
âAre you going to get us tissues?â you ask after a moment, letting out a small laugh.
Mark chuckles, pressing his lips against yours in a chaste kiss. âI just wanna enjoy you a second longer.â
âPuppy, you have literally all the time in the world.â
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âPuppy?â You sit up in bed, holding your phone close. Markâs at some boys night thing, and you really hadnât expected to hear from him, but here he is, calling you at midnight.
âHi, Sunshine.âÂ
âHi Sunshine!â Someone else screams in the background.
âOh my god, fuck off, Hyuck!â Mark yells back. âNot you, baby, Iâm talking to Hyuck.â
âYeah,â you laughed, âI gathered that.â
Youâve also gathered that your boyfriend is drunk. You can hear it in his voice, and when he begins to hiccup, itâs even more evident.
âSo uh, I wanna see you.â
âYou can see me tomorrow, we have dinner plans, right?â
âNo, I wanna see you tonight and tomorrow,â Mark insists.Â
âYou do, huh?â God, heâs adorable.
âYes, please.â
âDonât you want to finish boys night?â you prompt, not wanting to get in the way of his time with friends. You know Jeno would get mad about Mark spending time with his ex instead of his boys, and you donât want to be that girlfriend who restricts her lover from his bros.
âNah, fuck this,â Mark says. âJeno went home with a girl, itâs just me and Hyuck and Renjun and Chenle and Jaemin and Jisung-â Sweet Jesus, heâs listing half of your work staff. âBut I wanna be with you. I can call a cab and be at your place in like, fifteen minutes?â
âWhatever you want, puppy,â you grin. âIâll be here.â
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Annoyance filled your body as Stu sat on the couch laughing dramatically and talking loudly to his friends. You didnât like going to the parties Stu hosted because he paid no attention to you. He only cared about his stupid friends and impressing him, leaving you to baby a drunk Stu at the end of the night.Â
âBaby, go grab us a coupla beers okay?â
âStu this is the third time-â
âPlease?â He poked out his bottom lip. âThis is the last time. I'll give you 20 bucks.â
You squint your eyes. â50.â
âOkay fuck. 50.â
You got up from the couch and squeezed past a few people to get to the garage. The room was humid and eerie, so you quickly clicked on the light and walked down the wooden stairs to get to the fridge. Bending over, you looked for the brand of beers Stu liked.
Behind you, the lights were cut off.
âFuck.â You cursed but still didn't make any urgent moves. You picked up four beers and closed the door. You jumped seeing a person in a ghostface mask and cloak on by the garage entrance.Â
âStu. Is that you?â
The person shook their head. âOkay wellâŚmaybe you shouldn't wear that around Sidney.â
The person slowly walked down the stairs, backing you away from the garage stairs. âThis isn't fucking funny. Back the fuck up.â
The figure drew a knife and you gasped as he slashed it at you. You dropped the beer bottles and around the garage, throwing storage bins down to block their path to you. Quickly, you tried to dash to the garage door but got tackled down by the person. You screamed but your mouth was quickly covered by the perpetrator. Reaching up, you gripped the mask and slid it off, exposing your boyfriend's best friend.Â
âBilly?!â You gasped in fear.
Billy groaned and kept a tight grip on your wrists to stop you from moving any more.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â
âWhat does it look like?â
Realization dawned on your face, he was more than serious about trying to kill you. âYou killed all those peopleâŚ.â
âNot just me.â He stated.
You shook your head in confusion.
âStu. Y/n. Youâre sleeping with my partner in crime.â
You felt a surge of anger and kicked Billy in the groin, causing him to groan and write on the floor in pain. âAre you fucking sick?!â
âYou knew I was sick baby.â He chuckled whilst on the ground.
âHow would your best friend feel if he found out you tried to kill his girlfriend?!â
âWho do you think sent me?â
Your heart dropped. Stu sent Billy to kill you? Why?
âHe knows?â
âNah.â Billy leans his head against the ground. âHeâs just a littleâŚya know.â
You crossed your arms and shook your head, looking down at Billy. âAnd you were actually gonna do it.â Your voice cracked and Billy looked at you with a somber expression.
âI was....I'm supposed to. I haven't decided on it yet.â
âYou-â
âHey!â He interrupted. âI decided not toâŚjust to give you a good scare. But now that you knowâŚ.killing you would benefit me more.â He shrugged. âIf I kill you nowâŚStu wonât be mad. You canât tell Sidney about us, and no one would know I'm the killerâŚâŚbut I do enjoy your companyâŚa lot more than I should.â He stood up and dusted himself off. âYou know I slowed down on the killings after we started fucking you know.â He approached you slowly. âSo I guess that means you do benefit me in some way.â
You placed your hands on your head and groaned. This was deeper than a sadistic prick going around town killing teenagers, these were your friends, your lovers doing this for the fun of it.
âIf I let you go. You need to disappear for a bit.â
âWhat?â
âListen.â He grabbed your arm tightly. âI canât let you back in thereâŚStu needs to think youâre dead and gone. And you canât go home either because Tatum or Sid might visit.â
âSo where the fuck do I go you dipshit?!â
Billy looked to the doggie door that was on the garage door. âYou hide out in my backseat and I drive you to my place, yeah?â
âIâm not sitting in your backseat for hours!â You bickered back at him.
âItâs either that or the knife!â He said harshly.
You weighed your options and sighed deeply. You went over to the dog door and looked back at him, angrily before getting on your hands and knees and start to crawl through.
Billy walked over to the door and clicked the garage button, making the mechanisms hum. You screamed loudly and pulled yourself back, looking at Billy and whimpering. He was laughing and clicked the button again, causing the garage door to go back down, leaving the two of you in the empty garage with the echoes of his laughter. âIt's not funny!â You snapped, feeling yourself tear up.
âSorry. Couldnât help myself.âÂ
You crawled out the door and avoided detection from any of the partygoers. You found Billyâs car and tugged on the back door, opening it and getting in the backseat as he told you.
There was no way to trust he wasnât leading you to your death, but here you were.
Hours passed and you sat in the backseat, wondering why you didnât just call for help, why you didnât just snitch on Billy and Stu and end this townâs horror. As every hour passed the less you wanted to be entrapped in the car. The urge to get out and scream for help increased.Â
One more hour passed before Billy finally got in the front seat, dumping the ghost mask and suit in the back seat near you and starting the car. He said nothing as he pulled away from Stuâs home, and it made you nervous. You watched him through the rearview mirror, studying his frustrated face. He locked eyes with you in the mirror, and began talking. âHe didnât even care, you know. He got off on the fact youâll be found in a ditch soon.â
You looked out the window, watching the trees and fields pass by. âWhy did he wanna kill me?â You asked again.Â
âTatum is his type so he needed a way to get with her without fucking up the friendship dynamic.â
âSo his solution was to kill me!â
âI just made all that up.â Billy scoffed. âSo fucking gullible. Thatâs probably why, you're such a dumbass. How the fuck would I know why he wants you dead. He just does.â
You leaned against the back seat, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You werenât the nicest to Stu at times, and you certainly weren;t the perfect girlfriendâŚcheating on himâŚstuff like that, but you didnât think it would end up in a murder plot against you.Â
âStop that.â Billy scolded. âYouâre no saint and neither am IâŚ.but you donât deserve thisâŚfor once.â
You wiped your eyes and nodded. âHow was the rest of the party? Did anyone notice me gone.â
âThe girls yeah.â He turned onto a highway. âBut I fucked Sidâs brains out so iâm sure thatâll have her distracted for a while.â
You smiled softly, âFinally.â
The two of you made it to Billyâs home, which was lightless and dark, due to the fact his parents werenât there. He led you to the garage, where he spent most of his time, or so he said. None of you had actually been to his place, so seeing his abode felt very intimate. He let you into the garage and you saw a decorated room with a bed, posters, and sketches everywhere. You walked over to the drawers and the vinyl stacks he had. Billy huffed and sat on the mattress.
âThis is not what I expected.â
âWhat did you expect?â He asked.
âI donât knowâŚyou donât take me as an artist. Not a person who draws anyways.â
He grunts and stares at the ceiling. You took off your jacket and shoes, getting into the bed next to him. You laid on his chest and watched as he pondered. âWhy do you sleep in the garage and not that beautiful house out there?â
âThat's not home.â He says. âA homeâŚhas a family in it. And itâs warm, andâŚrustic. Nothing in there has been used, it's cold, and no one is ever there. Barely.â
âYou could make it a home.â
âDonât need all that space. And I need privacy.â
You looked around, this did seem like a âBilly hideoutâ by definition.Â
âNot even a crinkle in the sheets. We have a housekeeper that comes and cleans nothing.â
Things had been really rough for Billy after his mother left, and you knew almost nothing about it. Pillowtalk didnât really exist with Billy, it did, but it wasn't the share-your-deepest-darkest-secrets-and-profess-your-love kind of pillow talk.Â
âBilly-â
âI killed Sidneyâs mom a year ago.â
You sat up quickly and looked at him in horror. âWhat?!â
Sidney was almost inconsolable after the death of her mother, and Billy, along with you and the rest of the friend group comforted her, making sure she would never have to go through anything alone again. You slept over at Sidneys for four months after the death of her mother.Â
âHer mom was a whore.â
âBilly thats not-â
âIf she hadnât fucked my dadâŚ.â
You placed your hand over Billyâs lips, which caused him to furrow his eyebrows. âYouâre getting yourself riled up.â
Billy took a deep breath and slapped your hand from his mouth. âIf she hadnât fucked my dad we wouldnât be in this predicament would we?â
âWhy didnât you take revenge onâŚI don't know, your dad?!â
Billyâs eyes relaxed and he smirked. âWhy would I do that?â
You groaned and shook your head. âI think youâre the mad one.â
âIâm sorry? Did I not just save your life from your crazy boyfriend.â
âAnd I ended up with an even crazier son of a bitch.â
Billy was quick to grab your throat and pin you under him, causing you to gasp and grab his wrist in fear. You looked at him in horror as he tightened his grip. He was going to strangle you.
âBilly no!â You choked out. Billy squeezed tighter and tighter until he leaned down and pressed a harsh kiss to your lips. He released his grip and you coughed under him, crying softly as the heat of the moment ended. âYouâre so easy to scare.â He used his thumb to wipe your tears.
You hicâed and tried to push him away from you. âItâs not funny.â
âHey, hey, hey, I'm sorry.â He placed another kiss on your cheek.
Billy got up from the bed and went over to his vinyl stacks, he dug through them for a bit before putting on some relaxing music. You didnât know the band or genre, but you were too frozen in shock to care. You heard his belt unbuckle and shifting before he got back into bed with you.
âI didnât mean to scare you.â He caressed your cheek. âYou just need to learn when to shut the fuck up okay?â
You nodded, and he placed another kiss on your lips. You didnât reciprocate. He kept kissing your lips, then your neck, then your cheek, then your collar bone.
âI wonât stop til you forgive me.â
You felt his hands go under your arms, causing a giggle to emit from your throat.
âSee? You can't even stay mad.â
âI am mad!â You giggled as he continued to tickle you. âStop! Youâre cheating.â
He continued tickling you until you sat up and shoved him. The two of you panted as the fight was over, and you scanned him, noting how he was only in his boxers now. He tilted his head and you groaned.
âBilly no.â
âCmon, it's been a long night.â
âBilly you just fucked Sidney.â
âYou think I came from that?â He scoffed.
You shook your head, âYou are hell on earth.â You moved to take off your shirt, and Billy wasted no time grabbing you by your waist and pulling you onto his lap. He leaned against his headboard and peppered kisses on your chest as he unclasped your bra. Throwing your bra onto the garage floor he redirected himself to your tits, kissing and sucking on your nipples, causing you to writhe and moan.
Your noises made a beeline right to his dick, causing him to pull you down onto his hardening member. You held his head and groaned as he sucked on your breasts, taking his time to stimulate you.
His hands trailed down your waist and began tugging at your shorts. You used your right hand to unbutton your jean shorts and shifted away from him to slide them off. He grunted from the loss of contact. He was right on your wavelength, sliding off your panties right after the shorts and throwing them aside. Billy pulled you right back into his lap, moaning as he latched onto your lips.
âYou're so needy tonight.â You said between breaths.
âI just need to come.â He pulled you back to kiss him. You began rocking your hips, creating friction between the both of you. He pulled away and looked down, watching how you wettened a spot on his boxers. He hummed and guided your hips, mumbling and panting as pleasure filled his body.
âGet up.â He said.
You rolled to your side and he quickly yanked down his boxers, springing excitedly in front of you.
He moved to climb on top of you but you clicked your tongue.
âCondom. You just fucked Sid.â
âWith the only condom I had.â He mumbled in your neck and began rubbing his tip between your folds. You groaned softly and mentally chastised him. âI promise.â He kissed your neck.
âI need you.â He tested the limits by sticking the tip in and pulling out, causing you to moan in need.
âOkay fuck it.â
Billy entered you with a swift motion and you both let out a synchronous groan. He held a tight grip on your hips as he fucked you. You squealed and drug your nails along his back, stopping right above his buttocks and digging into the skin. Billy hissed and nipped at your bottom lip, moving more vigorously above you. You throbbed around him and he faltered, shivering above you.
âDon't fucking do that. Don't. Don't.â He pleaded into your neck as his strokes got more sloppy.
âDon't do what?â You whimpered as you did it again, causing him to hiss and strain as he held back.
âI'm gonna fucking come inside of you.â He kissed behind your ear. âYou fucking asked for it. You wanted this.â
âNo!â You moaned in delight. You could protest all you wanted, but you felt too good to get him off of you. The two of you panted louder, moaned louder, fucked harder until the two of you came undone in each others embrace. You curled your toes and panted breathless and he filled you up.
Billy rolled on his side and stared at the ceiling as he caught his breath. He sighed and patted your stomach twice before getting up.
As predicted, Tatum and Sidney began putting up missing posters for you, and Stu had to go around school acting like the heartbroken, devastated boyfriend.Â
Afterschool, Tatum was the one to comfort Stu, rubbing his back as Sidney and Randy came up with ideas as to where you went. Billy was pretty indifferent to it all, knowing you were probably laid out on his bed listening to music. Stu listened to Randy and Sidney, but his mind wandered, looking over at Billy, and then the floor, where he saw a familiar pair of panties hanging from the pocket of Billyâs backpack.
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So about the Shouki no Kami x reader, while we're fighting Scaramouche's boss we get injured and some pieces of our clothes are already ruined, causing Scaramouche to feel umm. Yk đŤŁ
HUMILIATION
Synopsis: Your ruined clothing definitely catches Scaramouches attention.
Notes: Hi I enjoyed writing this, I must tell you that itâs completely consensual and reader was free to leave whenever she pleased but chose to indulge in scaras antics! + I do have other requests but they are just asking for a part 2 of something, Iâd love to work on it but id rather work on some new stuff.
Pairings: Scaramouche x fem!reader
Warnings: Pussy eating + crying + manhandling + mean!Scara + dom!scara + overstimulation + smut + not proofread + creampie + begging
âDie insolent woman, youâve been a pain in my side for the longest.â
Scaramouche points Shouki no Kamiâs hand at you, he canât choose which way he wants to kill you, with all the elements in his very hands itâs hard. He wants to make you suffer for as long as possible: wants your screams to fill the room as you beg for mercy, maybe youâll even cry heâd enjoy that the most.
He bares you one more final look your face dirty and ragged, coughing up your own blood, his eyesight falls a little lower and he pauses. Your shirt was ripped with large tear; exposing your bra, itâs white and basic but nonetheless he can see the fat of your boob spilling out: clearly the bra doesnât fit you as well as you think it does. Your shorts are a tattered mess as well.
He halts the beam to stare and maybe even admire you a little, He wonât lie and say he hasnât felt a little bit of attraction at just how desperate you are to kill him, every battle youâve had with him ends with him fleeing after taking a damaging hit or heâs managed to knock you unconscious, why he hadnât killed you those times is because heâd wanted you to live with the humiliation, but now that heâs in the final steps of his plan he no longer sees the need to toy with you.
Looking at you longer starts to stir some of those lewd feelings he knows he shouldnât have for you, itâs merely sexual nothing romantic, he deems you arenât on his level for him to see you that way, doesnât matter youâll be dead in a few.
But⌠Ever since becoming sentient and reaching the age of maturity, Scara hasnât laid with any women. As a way of relief when he was alone heâd find himself grabbing and groping at his cock, such a thing had an impact on his body and mind it aggravated him that men had to go through that, it did feel pretty good though when he reached his peak.
He supposes in this moment that youâd be the perfect specimen for him to have sex with, you should be honored youâll be the first woman to take what humans call his virginity.
You attempt to grab your pole arm but find it getting knocked all the way across the room with just a flick of the giant robots finger. You feel completely defenseless, at least the comfort of knowing you went down with a fight will provide some relief, you close your eyes as you await your death.
Footsteps can be heard behind you, the bastard wants to kill you with his own hands? His steps are slow and steady as he approaches you, when he finally does he kicks you over you groan in pain at just the force of the kick, youâre now on your stomach when he sits down and puts his entire weight on your back.
âIâd kill you right now but I have other uses for youâ
âJust get it over withâ you seethe through clenched teeth
âAnd miss the chance to further humiliate you? I donât think so. I could kill you right now or I could fuck you then let you leave orrrr you can leave and run back to your family with your tail inbetween your legs. Your choice either way youâll die sooner or later it doesnât matter to meâ
Your lip quirks upwards and you resist the urge to burst out laughing
âNot so popular with the women? Knew you were a hopeless virgin,â you giggle a little before continuing âis that why youre so hell bent on destruction? You just needed some pussy?â
Scaramoucheâs expression darkens but you canât see that, he wonât allow you to.
âYouâve got a mouth on you, always have.â âI think thatâs why breaking you down has been so funâ
You shrug âIâll indulge you Scaramoucheâ you huff out, âI donât need to guide you through it right?â You tease.
âNo need, Iâll have you crying on my cock begging for more.â He tears off the remainings of your shirt, your shorts are next as he descards the fabrics somewhere else, you arenât getting those back you sigh loudly.
He places his hand under your stomach in a way youâre arching: ass up and face smooshed into the cold hard floor. You donât process it as quickly as you should but next thing you know you can feel the cool open breeze on your parts, bastard even ruined your underwear. He admires you once again, staring at your cute cunt as itâs begging to be filled and fucked, heâll give you just that.
First he decides that he wants to taste you, wants to figure out why people enjoy pussy as much as they do.
He bends down a little, having him eye level with your cunt makes you feel a little embarrassed and your body a little hot, youâve never been eaten out before if he does- you lurch forward when his tongue licks a stripe up. He thinks he didnât really get a good taste so he licks another, and another until heâs full on licking and sucking directly on your hole.
âOhh..mnh-â you use your hand to close your mouth, you donât want to give him the satisfaction. But fuck does it feel so good, he hasnât even found your clit yet and you donât think youâll be able to hold back anything.
He starts getting messy with his tongue work, it was messy before but now it feels dirty. You know youâre becoming wetter by the second and he isnât wasting even a second to lick up the essence that leaks out. This position isnât doing it for him anymore so he flips you onto your back, immediately he dives right back into sucking, when he accidentally brushes over your clit and sees the sweet whine that slips past he does it again to make sure he heard you right, tracing over the bud you once again make the noise but even sweeter.
âScara-Ah..nghâ
His arms wrap around your thighs, he doesnât even seem the least bit bothered that youâre caging his head in, heâs completely in tune with sucking on your wet sloppy clit. All you can do is take it and cry small whimpers of his names, you donât know whether you want him to stop the pleasure or continue it.
His shorts begin to constrict as he starts to grow hard, they feel tight around him and he feels the need to loosen them up, his hand dips below his waist and into them, his fingers grope his cock roughly, the damn thing definitely has a mind of its own as established earlier. Itâs already leaking precum into his hands.
He stands up on his knees, you obediently donât close your legs, leaving them wide open, a little bit of licking has your eyes clouded and lusty, he thinks you definitely now deserve to feel the stretch of his cock.
He tugs his waistband just below his heavy balls, you stare openly too, heâs fucking big, you had never expected that from his small stature. He knows he is too with the condescending smirk on his face, clearly proud of what he has. Itâs more thick than it is long, girth was not lost on him, you advert your gaze fully.
âWhat are you doing? Look at me clearly woman, none of that shy stuff now.â He leans in and pulls your bra down, useful for later he supposes.
He stokes himself a few times, making sure your eyes are trained on every stroke and every dribble of pre that cascades down his length. He taps his cock against your clit eliciting a sharp rise in your chest. His cock is placed against your wet hole and pushes in, he only gets a little past the tip before youâre whiny voice picks up and telling him to stop for a moment, he does obey to let you breathe.
As he sits and waits he can feel just how hot you are, he bets putting it even deeper will have him seeing stars.
He starts pushing in again, repeating the words relax as you tense up every so often, he isnât going to fucking kill you. Your tight cunt starts to slowly adjust and pull him in, it gets warmer and warmer the deeper he goes.
âYouâve been- mhn..- fucked? How come youâre so damn tight?â Itâs clearly starting to affect him, serves the dick right.
Itâs not long before heâs got his full hard cock deep inside you, his chest is connected to yours as he lifts up his hips to slam right back down into you.
âSo⌠ooh my godâ his hips canât stop fucking into you, your gummy walls just adds so much more stimulation, itâs filthy and gross the loud sounds of his balls slapping against your ass or your equally lewd moans of his name drive everything so much higher. His chest is rubbing against your nipples when he goes up and down, they feel raw and extra sensitive adding ontop of the pleasure.
Heâs using you like a damn toy to reach his peak, it feels different than when he would use his hands, his balls feel heavier and he feels the need to empty them, empty them right inside your sopping cunt.
You take your fingers and begin rubbing wildly at your clit.
Heâs been hitting a certain spot inside of you, but when he inches his hips a way, he hits it directly.
âPleas- please again-â âdeeper-deeper Scara.â
Itâs embarrassing how youâre full on crying it feels so good, too good, you canât help but cry from the amount of pleasure youâre feeling, no man youâve ever come across has had his size nor the way he keeps hitting that spot.
He gives you one more stroke and you whine his name the loudest since he had you bent over on all fours. Your pussy gushes and cums around his cock, that nasty white ring shines so much when he looks at where youâre connected for a slight moment but he quickly returns to your face: mouth slightly agar as you take wide gulps of air from just how powerful that orgasm was.
You weakly try to slide up and slip his cock out of you, heâs quick to slam right back in to the hilt.
âThatâs not fair, I havenât came yet, I think you can spare a few more hoursâ he taps your cheek lightly in a mocking manner.
âYou can canât you?â He purrs out so seductively.
âIâcanâ you slur out slowly looking so fucked out and In scaras terms ready for another orgasm just like that one.
He keeps fucking into you, even if his cock is soaked in just your cum, or when he switched positions to him standing and holding you with your arms wrapped around his neck whilst he fucks up into your pussy. The floor decorated with your juices just drive him to keep ruining you. When he finally does cum itâs mind-blowing, he bites down so hard on your neck that you think it drew blood. It muffles his loud groan as his balls constrict and heâs filling you with his load, you think the virgin will stop and be one and done but he isnât, he pauses to breathe but starts bouncing you up and down on his cock all over again.
Scaramouche thinks he actually wants you alive, wants to keep feeling your hot pussy milk him nonstop, heâs interrupted in his thoughts with you weakly begging for more, youâre so fucking gross, wanting to be filled with more of his cum regardless of your hatred for him.
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waking up to you
au!rafe cameron x reader
â in which you wake up in a strange alternate reality that just so happens to be the outer banks universe, and to your disbelief, youâre suddenly in a relationship with the shows most unlikely character, rafe cameron.
warnings: Y/N & RAFE DATE đ teasing, pretty safe chapter
authors note: btw readers only âweirdâ around cynthia bc ngl id act like that if i came across her bc shes so annoying on the show omg. but EEE hi guys. if u still arent part of the tag list, feel free to lmk thru replies, anons, dms, or reblogs !!
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youâre not surprised to wake up in rafeâs bed again. at this point, itâs almost routine, though every time still feels surreal.
youâve gotten used to the soft sheets, the familiar scent of him on the pillows, and the way the morning light filters through the blinds just right, casting a warm glow over his peaceful, sleeping face.
he looks so different like thisâcalm, almost vulnerable. itâs a version of him that no one else really gets to see. and you? you donât mind at all.
you take a quiet breath, just watching him for a moment longer. but then, his eyes flutter open, and you freeze, quickly closing your eyes to pretend like youâre still sleeping. maybe if you play it off well enough, he wonâtâ
a finger pokes at your side, and you canât help the involuntary squirm and groan that escapes you. ârafe,â you mutter, barely opening one eye to glare at him. but he just grins, clearly pleased with himself for catching you.
âthought you were asleep,â he teases, voice rough from sleep, poking your side again until you half-heartedly swat at his hand.
âyouâre so annoying,â you mumble, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays you. âget off of me.â
the morning quickly slips into a blur, and before you know it, you're tagging along with rafe for a ride around the islandâexcept not just any ride. heâs got his dirt bike out, the same one youâd seen on the show.
you were kind of surprised when you first saw it in the garage. in the world you knew, rafe got this bike after the first episode started, but here? no rules seem to apply anymore.
youâre wrapped tightly around his torso, his helmet snug on your head as he drives the bike through town, on the beaches, through quiet streets and long stretches of open road. the wind whips past your face, and you canât help but smile into it, arms locked around him like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
eventually, he pulls up to some kook-itorium, the bike coming to a slow stop. rafe kicks the stand down and hops off first, turning to help you off like he always does. his hands are warm as they slide into yours, and for a second, he just holds them, staring down at you with a grin.
âso, what do you think?â he asks, pulling you a little closer as you hop off the bike. heâs been practically advertising himself on the way over here. âa date? hrm? just you nâ me. anywhere you want.â
you smile up at him. âyeah,â you say softly. âiâd like that.â
he tugs you toward the entrance of the building, still holding onto your hand. âjust donât pick somewhere like the seaview grill orâ god, that lame museum your mom likes.â
when you step inside the building, it takes you a moment to realize where rafe has brought you. the place has that unmistakable country club vibeâpolished, pristine, like every corner of it has been touched by money. but itâs smaller, rounder in shape, and more modern than the main country club building next door. servers move swiftly between tables, balancing trays and drinks. rafe, of course, heads straight past all of this, not even glancing at the downstairs dining area.
you follow him upstairs, past the busy floor where people are eating, drinking, and talking in their quiet, refined way. upstairs, though, itâs a whole different world.
the second floor is open and airy, with barely any walls to box anything in. itâs just the floor, held up by tall pillars that support the roof above, letting the fresh air and views of the island spill right in. the only structure that really stands out is the bar in the middleâa sleek, modern setup that takes up a good portion of the space, all glossy wood and glass shelves stocked with high-end bottles.
the place is filled with kooks, most of them middle-aged. they donât seem to notice you and rafe, or if they do, they donât care. oh right, rafe should be about 22 now, legal to drink here. does that make the others 18 and 19?
anyway, rafe is clearly familiar here. a few nods are thrown his way as he leads you forward, and he nods back, murmuring casual greetings under his breath as you weave between tables. youâre amused, but thereâs a small part of you thatâs bothered.
you thought maybe rafe had brought you here for food downstairs, but itâs pretty clear now that this is just one of his regular stops to get a drinkâprobably whiskey or even scotch, knowing him. but you keep your mouth shut, not wanting to spoil the mood.
he finally lets go of your hand when he reaches the bar, leaning against the counter with crossed arms as he asks for his drink. you linger beside him for a second, glancing around the open space. the view from up here is stunning, with a perfect sightline to the docks and the country clubâs main establishment just next door.
you rub your arm awkwardly, feeling a little out of place among all the well-dressed older folks. after a beat, you step closer to rafe, gently touching his arm to get his attention. âiâm gonna go use the restroom,â you say quietly.
he nods, not taking his eyes off the bartender. but before you can turn to leave, he grabs your arm, tugging you back toward him for a quick kiss. itâs his way of saying 'be safe,' you guess, a small gesture that makes you smile despite the surroundings. you give his arm a gentle squeeze in return, then slip away to head downstairs.
just as youâre descending the steps, though, a familiar voice drifts up toward you. and then you see himâtopper, making his way up the stairs. your heart sinks in the half-second you have to process it.
great. the last time you talked to him was at the party, when he was stumbling over some half-assed apology. and now here he is, about to cross your path.
fantastic. just what you needed.
the moment his eyes land on you, thereâs a flicker of recognition that lights up his face, just for a momentâlike spotting an old acquaintance in a crowd.
ây/n!â he says, his hands coming up as if heâs presenting you to the world. he glances at his mom as if to say, âlook who it isâ. you can feel your heart rate pick up as you pause on the steps, furrowing your brows at them.
they were definitely just talking about you right before this.
you force a smile, but itâs small and tight, barely breaking through your unease. âhi, topper,â you mumble, glancing between him and his mom. thereâs a brief moment of silence as you weigh your optionsâwhether to continue this conversation or slip away.
ultimately, you choose the latter. you take a step forward, moving past them and continuing down the stairs, leaving them behind. as you go, you can feel topperâs eyes on you.
he glances down at his shoes and shifts awkwardly, but then, just as quickly, he looks up again. âcome on, letâs just go upstairs,â he insists to his mom, trying to shake it off as they both start moving again.
itâs not that you wanted to dismiss topper and his mom or anything. really, you just donât see the point in lingering in the middle of a public staircase, one of the only two that connected the floors of the country club. you donât want to be rude, but you also donât want to talk to topperâespecially after your last encounter at the party.
topper and his mom step off the stairs, but the moment topper spots rafe, a grin spreads across his face.
âhey, good seeinâ you back here again,â topper greets, approaching the bar with a friendly demeanor.
rafe daps him up casually. âyou too, man,â rafe replies, genuinely glad to see him.
topper's mom stands just a foot away, carrying her purse and looking utterly uninterested in the interaction, her gaze flicking off to the side as if sheâs assessing the other patrons. sheâs never been a fan of rafe, just barely tolerating him because he comes from a good family, and it shows in the way she avoids direct eye contact.
pulling away from the handshake, toppers eyes glance back toward the staircase as if expecting you to appear at any moment. âsaw you and y/n come in,â he adds, âjust wanted to say hi.â
rafe nods with a smile as he leans back against the bar, one elbow resting casually on the counter. he glances at topperâs mom. âhey, cynthia,â he says, flashing her a grin.
her expression shifts from indifference to surprise, and then it hardens, almost offended by the casual familiarity. sheâs always been the type to keep her distance from him, and rafe knows it. to her, heâs still just another troublemaker, another bad influence.
topper notices the slight tension and looks back to rafe, his brow furrowing slightly. âso, whatâs up with y/n?â he asks, his tone casual but laced with a hint of concern.
rafe squints, his head cocking to the side as he regards topper. âwhat do you mean, âwhatâs upâ?â he replies, his voice subtly defensive and carrying a hint of warning. âis there something wrong with her?â
topper realizes how that might sound and shakes his head quickly. âno, no, man. i just think sheâs, like . . . avoiding me or something,â he clarifies, waving a hand dismissively as if trying to brush off any potential drama.
rafe chuckles, raising his glass up to his lips. âare you surprised?â he asks, raising an eyebrow at topper, the teasing tone evident. he shakes his head, a look of amusement on his face. âgirls, man.â
cynthia catches the comment, her expression shifting to one of disapproval. she mutters a clipped âten minutesâ to her son before leaving without a word, turning on her heel and heading toward the stairs to leaving topper there with him.
topper watches her go, feeling the weight of the awkwardness settle over him. he glances back at rafe, who is now watching the scene unfold with a smirk, clearly amused by the whole thing.
âso, what are you guys up to?â topper asks, trying to steer the conversation back to safer waters.
when you step out of the bathroom, you spot her immediatelyâcynthia, standing at the bottom of the stairs like sheâs waiting for her son. you briefly consider turning around, maybe pretending not to notice, but itâs too late. her sharp gaze finds yours, and thereâs no escaping it now.
this is great.
you adjust your posture, trying to look casual as you make your way toward the stairs, your mind racing for an excuse to cut this conversation short. the last thing you want is to get caught up with cynthiaâif sheâs anything like the way she was on the show, you are not open to a conversation.
but itâs like youâre trapped. her eyes lock on you, and she takes a few steps forward in those polished black heels. ây/n,â she says, and thereâs a hint of something icy behind that tone, even though sheâs putting on a smile.
you stop, eyebrows raising as you stand in place, trying to gauge the situation. her smile is forced, you can tell immediately, but so is yours as you mirror her expression. âcynthia, itâs so . . . nice to see you again,â you say, the words slipping out of your mouth because, well, kooks always know kooks, right? you assume this universeâs y/n has seen her before.
but as soon as the words leave your mouth, cynthiaâs expression shiftsâher lips purse, and her eyes narrow slightly, pulling her head back like youâve just said something ridiculous. yep. that was wrong. completely wrong.
âlast time i saw you, you were just a kid! every time you come over to my home now, itâs like youâre always sneaking around,â she remarks, her voice dripping with that fake kindness, the kind thatâs so transparently bitter it almost stings.
your stomach twists. yeah, this is definitely not the conversation you wanted. âand how are your parents?â cynthia continues, her tone casual but her eyes sharp.
you wave your hand, trying to shrug it off like itâs no big deal. âtheyâre great! in costa rica right now, on vacation,â you respond, trying to keep things light.
but cynthia hums, her expression a little too knowing. âi heard it was a business trip?â she says, tilting her head slightly.
you clear your throat, feeling the tension grow. this woman is the worst. youâre slipping up so bad. âmix of both,â you say, your voice strained as you force another fake smile.
thereâs a brief, uncomfortable silence before the two of you lean forward, laughing in that awkward, forced way where neither of you are actually amused. the laugh dies quickly, and as soon as it does, you drop the pretense, turning on your heel as you head back upstairs, feeling weird about the interaction.
you feel like you were just quizzed. and you failed.
once youâre back upstairs, you immediately catch rafeâs eye as you step into the room. heâs leaning casually against one of the tables, a glint in his eye that matches the small smirk tugging at his lips the second he spots you.
his whole demeanor shifts, but topper, whoâs mid-sentence, doesnât seem to notice right awayâuntil he realizes rafe isnât paying attention. topper twists around to follow his line of sight, spotting you before continuing whatever rant he was on.
rafe briefly glances back at him, half-listening, as you approach the two of them. when you get close enough, you quietly reach for rafeâs glass, bringing it to your nose to smell whateverâs left of his drink. without a word, you tilt your head back and down whatâs left, swallowing with a grimace as you place the empty glass back on the table.
both boys stare at you, each reacting differently. topper furrows his brow, eyes flicking to the glass to see if thereâs anything left. âwhatâs up with you?â he asks, confused, clearly sensing something off.
rafe, on the other hand, is looking at you with a blank expression, though thereâs a hint of amusement tugging at the corner of his mouthâbecause he knows. âshe was definitely just talking to your mom, top,â rafe says with a knowing smile, his tone carrying just the right amount of humor to suggest that, naturally, a conversation with cynthia would drive someone to drink.
topperâs face falls slightly, but he doesnât even argue. he just glances between the two of you in silence because he knows rafeâs probably right. with a quick check of his phone, he pushes away from the table, his energy deflating. âalright, iâve gotta go. see you guys.â
âbye, top,â you murmur, watching as he walks off, leaving just you and rafe standing together. once topperâs out of sight, you tilt your head all the way up, meeting rafeâs gaze with a lazy, playful smile.
âyou decide on where weâre going?â rafe asks, sliding an arm around you, pulling you close as he starts guiding you toward the stairs.
you hum for a long moment, trying to think, before making something up on the spot. âletâs go jet skiing,â you say, half-joking but testing the waters to see what heâd say.
rafe raises his eyebrows, a slight chuckle escaping him. âyou wanna go to montyâs?â he repeats, and you assume it could be some jet ski rental place you must go to. heâs amused but surprisingly open to it. âwe can go to montyâs, darlinâ.â
rafe drives the two of you out to some place a mile or two away, the sign out front reading âmontgomeryâs jet ski rentalsâ in bold blue letters. itâs tucked away along a small marina.
you step out of the car. itâs here that you notice the way rafe movesâa kind of quiet confidence thatâs hard to ignore. he strides toward the dock with his head held high, like heâs done this a hundred times. you canât tell if itâs because you two have apparently been here so often that he just knows his way around or if heâs just naturally this confident.
while rafe chats easily with the staff, laughing and slapping one guy on the back like theyâre old friends, you find yourself preparing for the ride. you slip into a life vest, adjusting the straps so it fits snugly.
then youâre stepping onto the dock, the jet ski bobbing gently in the water. rafe climbs on first, settling into the front seat, and turns back to offer you his hand. you take it, letting him guide you into place behind him, and then you wrap your arms around his waist. it feels natural, like youâre meant to be there, holding onto him like this.
and, god, the thought hits youâthis is probably a dream for hundreds, maybe thousands of people. to be on a jet ski with drew starkey, any version of him, arms wrapped around his waist, close enough to feel the warmth of his back.
itâs a little surreal, and you canât help but feel grateful for this weird fucking alternate universe youâre in. being a kook, being rafe cameronâs girlfriend, living out days like thisâyou could get used to it. you could live like this forever.
rafe glances forward, that cocky smirk barely visible at the corner of his lips. without looking back at you, he mutters, âhold on.â and before you have a chance to reply, he twists the throttle, and the jet ski leaps forward, tearing across the water. your arms instinctively tighten around his waist as the engine roars, and you feel the force of the speed pushing you back slightly.
your eyes widen as youâre propelled across the open water. the jet ski skims over waves. you can barely keep from laughing as the wind whips through your hair. itâs fastâso much faster than you expectedâand your heart is beating more than ever.
rafe steers you two in wide, looping turns and tight figure-eights, shouting the loudest, most carefree âwoo!â that you think youâve ever heard. his voice carries over the hum of the engine and the slap of the waves, his laughter echoing as you cling on, a laughing mess yourself.
as the jet ski finally begins to slow, you let your chin rest on his back, just near his shoulder so you can look out ahead. youâre both breathing heavily from the ride, and heâs still grinning, clearly thrilled by his own reckless route. he isnât heading anywhere specific, just weaving around, but thatâs what makes it even better. thereâs no destinationâjust you, him, and the freedom of open water.
âwanna take over?â rafe calls out, and you laugh, thinking heâs kidding. but when he glances back over his shoulder, you catch his expression and feel your own smile falter, realizing heâs dead serious.
next thing you know, youâre seated in front, fingers gripping the throttle while rafe sits behind you, holding on with that unshakeable grin of his. the jet ski jolts forward as you try to get the hang of the controls, and you immediately feel the panic rise, the machine moving faster than you expected.
ârafe, i donât know what iâm doing!â you shout over your shoulder, but rafeâs only response is laughter.
âjust go easy on the throttle,â he says, half-shouting and half-laughing as you attempt to steer. but the jet ski wobbles, veering off a bit too quickly, and your grip slips.
ârafe!â you yell, barely keeping control as heâs practically doubled over behind you, finding the whole thing hysterical. he tries to guide you through it, but itâs impossible to listen when youâre both shouting and laughing, the jet ski zigzagging across the water.
but it slows. he wants to teach you properly.
you feel rafe's hands slip over yours, his fingers resting gently against yours as he takes control of the throttle from behind. his touch is firm but relaxed, guiding your grip as he leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. âsteady now,â he murmurs. âease it forward like this, yeah?â
you nod. his voice is a steady hum as he talks you through it. âjust a little pressure here,â he says, pressing lightly against the throttle. âsee? easy.â his fingers guide yours over the controls until you can feel how each movement changes the jet skiâs pace.
after a minute or two, he lets you take over, his hands staying in place to catch you if needed, but heâs not pushing or pulling anymore. you start to feel it, understanding the rhythm of the throttle and how to steer, and rafe just chuckles.
âthatâs my girl,â he says, patting his hand on the spot between your thigh and hip, sending a flutter through you as his hand settles back around you.
a grin stretches across your face, and before you know it, youâre letting out a loud scream that echoes across the water as you pick up speed, trusting yourself more with every second. youâre moving faster, the wind whipping past, and for a moment you feel invincible.
when you decide to slow down, you ease off the throttle, leaning back just enough to press into rafeâs chest. you feel his laugh rumble against you. it makes you smile as you let out a breathy laugh of your own. then, youâre off again, speeding forward with rafeâs steadying hands nearby, the two of you gliding over the waves like you were born to do this together.
youâre both sitting across from each other at a little table outside a bayside cafĂŠ. you pick up your sandwich and take a big, satisfying bite, eyes rolling back with a muffled oh my god because it's just that good.
you didnât realize how hungry you were until now. you lean your head back, savoring the taste, a content sigh escaping as you sit up again, still chewing, and glance at rafe across the table.
heâs got his phone out, scrolling with his eyebrows furrowed, the lines on his forehead deepening behind his sunglasses. heâs squinting slightly, or maybe heâs just annoyed by whateverâs on the screen. you pause mid-bite, lowering your sandwich slightly before asking, âyou okay?â
rafe clears his throat, not looking at you just yet, and clicks his phone off. he flips it over on the table, his hand rubbing down the front of his shorts like heâs brushing something off. âyeah, all good,â he says, reaching for his own food, voice casual, but thereâs a tension you can sense from his reaction.
it doesnât add up, but you decide not to push it. youâve learned when to give him space, and right now, youâre way more into this sandwich than trying to open up that conversation.
you take another bite, glancing around at the scene in front of you as you chew. itâs a perfect day, bay glistening in the sunlight, people passing. by with relaxed smiles, stopping in at shops or heading toward the water. montgomeryâs rentals is right across the street, jet skis and kayaks lining the dock.
rafe leans back in his chair, âdadâs finally starting to trust me to, like, step into his position at the company.â he pauses for a beat, the corner of his mouth twitching up. âheâs flying out of state next week, and heâs leavinâ me in charge while heâs gone.â
you just stare at him, a faint smile tugging at your lips without even realizing it. you can feel the pride in your expression as you tell him, ârafe, thatâs really good. iâm proud of you.â
he grins wider, clearly trying to play it cool, and then takes a massive, messy bite of his sandwich. he chews with the gusto of someone who thinks a bite is a whole experience, sauce smearing slightly at the corner of his mouth.
you reach over instinctively, dabbing at the corner of his mouth with a napkin and tossing it back down on the table before going back to your sandwich like itâs second nature.
he swallows and continues, âhe hasnât really told me much, but i figure heâs got some new properties lined up, maybe working out deals or, like, finalizing stuff with investors. you know how he is.â
âyeah, that sounds like ward,â you say, taking another bite, your eyes never leaving him.
âso heâs gonna give me this schedule,â he adds, âa ârun-downâ or whatever, of what iâll need to cover. probably sit at the office, sign some stuff, and meet with clients or partners who canât be pushed off until heâs back.â
âsounds pretty official,â you say, trying to imagine rafe at a desk, talking clients through real estate deals like he was born for it. âdo you know what kind of properties heâs working on?â
he shrugs, a small smirk still lingering as he speaks. âknowing him? probably something bigânew development or another investment property he wants to secure. heâs been hinting at something âgame-changingâ, like some waterfront project.â
you hum thoughtfully. âso youâll be doing the groundwork? like, maybe even closing a deal?â
âyeah, maybe,â he says, sounding a little impressed with himself. âiâll actually get to see if i can handle it.â
it's nice to see rafe so eager to step up, to take on something this big, probably just to prove himself to his dad. he always acts so casual about the family business, but thereâs a spark in his eyes today, and you think . . . he can maybe handle being ward cameron for a week.
you just hope you can stay here long enough to see him prove it.
heâs finishing his sandwich, wiping his mouth with a crumpled napkin, and suddenly heâs looking right at you. âoh, yeahâdid you ever tell me how that call went with your mom?â
it takes you a second. right, that call with your mom. you remember mentioning it to sarah, but rafe? he still doesnât even know you hung out with sarah and the others while he was off fishing with ward.
âoh, yeah,â you say, smiling as if the thought just occurred to you. âit was fine. nice to hear from her, i guess. i miss them.â you shrug, playing it casual. but the truth is, you kind of do.
rafe nods, shifting his empty plate and leaning back in his chair, still watching you as he says, âthatâs good. i mean, you get so wrapped up in life on the island, itâs easy to go a while without catching up.â
he talks on, making small comments about family and how he totally gets it, but as you sit there, nodding occasionally, your mind is somewhere else entirely.
you almost forgot about that call with your âin-this-universe mom.â it seems so strangeâno, itâs stranger that you forgot about it at all. and dad . . . right, your i.t.u. dad was there, too, wasnât he?
wait . . what?
you feel a slight prickle of discomfort, shifting in your seat as you try to catch every third word rafeâs saying, but really, your mind is circling back to that call.
dad. mom. two words, so familiar. but why are they slipping through your fingers, blurring just a bit?
you force yourself to remember something about them, to pull up a memory, clear as day.
oh! like that one time you and mom spent the whole afternoon baking, sugar and flour coating every surface in the kitchen . . . and dad was there, wasnât he? but what did he do? your chest tightens, just slightly, and you fidget with your napkin.
okay, try again.
dad. right. he was . . . wait, no, he was definitely thereâno, he was doing something.
and then, just like that, the memory clicks into place. right, heâd taken one look at the mess you and mom made, then grabbed the dog and headed out, calling back that heâd be home âonce the tornadoâs over,â and you and mom laughed.
you exhale, relief washing over you, but thereâs still a flicker of something unsettling. why couldnât you remember that right away?
you try another memory, to reassure yourself. dad did this, mom did that. youâre sifting through so many small, precious fragments, but thereâs something strange about each one, something hollow.
the parents you rememberâyour parentsâwere so vivid before. but as you replay these memories in your head, they feel softer, blurred at the edges. somehow, they seem more like your parents hereâthe way theyâre talking, laughing, looking at you with the same expressions as your i.t.u. parents.
your stomach twists, realization beginning to dawn, but you canât even hold onto what that realization is. the longer you stay in this world, the harder it seems to be to grasp what was real and what was . . . this.
are you forgetting your memories?
authors note: okay poor execution LMAO but i know if i was y/n, i wouldve wanted to stay in this universe but we cant have that, so essentially the conflict / the thing that makes her work harder to solve all the relationships in this life for obx!y/n is that shes losing her memories from her real life the longer shes there.
does that make sense?? đ like she cant have her cake n eat it too, she can only have one lifetimes memories, her real ones or the ones that belong to the y/n who lives in this universe. makes her work faster to get back to her world so she doesnt feel like she can stay !!
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Part 1
Finally finished this! I think I put way too much pressure on myself to get this just right and it gave me some major writer's block. Anyway, please enjoy!
Content: Wet dreams, Somnophilia (sort of), Identity Porn, Safe/Sane/Consensual Intimacy (through dreams), Uncomfortable Situation, Pushy/Predatory behavior (brief)
âBad dreams again?â
Drowsy and sluggish, you blink at your aunt. Sheâs as sleek and coiffed as always, pressed business attire and shiny hair. Shoulders back, spine straight. A woman people respect and heed without question.
Your motherâs voice whispers in your ear, that lovingly patronizing tone. See how professional she looks, dear? Isnât that nice?
Itâs not Aunt Katieâs fault though. She does look professional, and it is nice. It suits her.
You unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth. âTheyâre not bad, really. Just⌠intense.â
She hums, elegant fingers tracing the edge of your borrowed desk. âThey canât be very good if theyâre keeping you up.â
Youâre tired enough that you almost correct her a second time. The problem is that the dreams are too good. You wake up panting, sweating, halfway to â well. Youâre not about to discuss the finer points of a kinky wet dream with your CIA aunt. Besides, itâs silly to get so defensive of something that affects you seemingly negatively.
âMaybe,â you reply, rubbing at your heavy eyes. It feels like youâre trying to look through clear jelly.
âWhy donât you take a break?â Aunt Kate suggests.
You frown, a pang of guilt striking your empty tummy. âNo⌠no, Iâm okay. Itâs not even lunch yet.â
She smiles at you. The same fond smile sheâs always graced you with, on holidays and birthdays, whenever she could escape the secretive walls and red tape to be with family.
âYouâre already ahead on paperwork. Youâre not a bad employee for getting a little sun.â
Your eyes flick longingly to the door.
Apparently, the government doesnât believe in things like windows or sunlight. Your little desk is at the very end of a long, half-empty hallway in the middle of a concrete cube and drowning in awful blue fluorescence. You canât even bring yourself to drag a plant to this crappy little island because youâd feel too guilty putting it through this.
âOkay⌠maybe just for a few minutes,â you allow.
Her smile widens as she nods for you to follow. âCâmon, Iâll walk you out. I think the dogs will be free for some enrichment.â
Well, that certainly gets you out of your squeaky office chair.
Honey sunlight drizzles over your neck and shoulders, dripping syrupy-slow down your spine. It diffuses through your chest, chasing away the artificial chill of the office. The sleepy haze retreats like frost melting from glass.
You sigh into the fresh air, ignoring the tang of gunpowder lingering on the breeze, and turn your face to the sun. Summer is coming to an end, the heat broken into mellower warmth. There wonât be many days like this left before autumn bites down and shakes the leaves from the trees. A shame youâll likely waste most of them in your administrative prison.Â
The dogs stretch out in the grass around you, tongues lolling and eyes bright, keeping you company. A furry bouquet of black and tan in the manicured grass, their ears and tails like stalks to strange plants.
You bury your fingers in Zeusâs coat and get a fuzzy white tummy for your efforts. Heâs a young and handsome thing, the newest addition to the K-9 unit, still a bit fluffy around the ears. You try not to think of how that will fade and harden, just like the older dogs in the unit, just like his human counterparts. Just scratch at that itchy spot by his ribs and smile when his hindleg kicks.
Friga stands and stretches on your right side, leaning her shoulder into yours. Then picks her way around the others to sniff at Zeus. Offended by her interruption, he flails onto his stomach and nips at her, one big forepaw thumping the ground.
She goads him into playtime, and you watch with the older pack members as they begin to romp. They tumble and grumble around you, heedless of bumping into any of the others. You laugh, bright and loudâ
The back of your neck tingles.
You glance around, not even sure why. Until you see a figure across the field. Heâs standing by the track where about two dozen men are jogging. Recruits, you guess. But heâs not observing them or barking orders. No, heâs clearly turned to face you. Itâs too far to make out any features, apart from what seems to be an unusual haircut.
You quickly glance away, surreptitiously trying to determine if the manâs attention was on something else that happened to be in your direction. But thereâs little else but you and the dogs in this field, the kennels noticeably off to the left.
Then again, someone sitting in the grass with half the K-9 unit is a bit unusual. Heâs probably trying to decide if itâs something that needs investigation. You hope itâs not.
Still, you canât shake the discomfiting sense that heâs looking at you.
You ignore him until itâs time for the dogs to go back - but that prickly feeling of being watched never subsides.
That night, in the guest room of your auntsâ house, the dreams take on new life.
It starts as it always does. A dark room. A lush bed. Silky sheets. Moonlight seeping through blinds like smoke. And him.
Heâs behind you. A broad body so solid youâd think he was a wall if not for the heat. Itâs so intense this time, like a wildfire raging out of control, crawling from his skin beneath yours. You sense more than feel the big hand around your jaw. Rough fingers clutch at the plush of your thigh. Hot breath fans across the back of your neck, rippling shivers down your spine.
Thereâs a voice in your ear. No words you can discern, just a thunder-deep rumble with smoky edges. Stubble scrapes the delicate skin of your neck and catches in your hair.
A thick, heavy cock is buried deep inside you, kissing the entrance to your womb. Your pussy twinges a sweet-sharp ache with each deliberate grind of his hips. Heâs spreading you open to get as deep as he can, throbbing balls pressed up tight to your sopping entrance.
Your own hands are all but useless. One twists desperately in the sheets, the other clutches at the meaty swell of his ass. Pleasure upends anything like sense or thought, even hazy dream logic. There is just this man fucking you like he owns you, two of his fingers in your drooling mouth, petting your tongue. A ring clicks against your teeth.
âFound you,â he whispers.
You jolt, eyes flying open. The powder blue ceiling of your borrowed room greets you. Youâve kicked the cotton sheets into a tangled mess around your ankles, tiny shirt ridden up your chest. Your panties are soaked.
The taste of metal lingers behind your incisors.
Itâs a busy day. For once, youâre free from the confines of your sad little nook. Aunt Kate must have taken pity on your sorry state the day before and has procured busy work. Files that need hand delivery, or physical reports for you to gather. You donât care if itâs just something to get you out of the office, you relish the stolen moments outside between buildings.
If thereâs a downside, itâs the glances you attract. Everything about you projects civilian, despite the access card prominently pinned to the lapel of your blazer. It draws curious once-overs at best and suspicious scans at worst â or speculative appreciation at the very worst. Every time a fresh-faced recruit or overly decorated middle-aged man lingers as you pass, you hear your motherâs voice again.
Donât you know what those military men are like? Practically animals. I couldnât possibly let you be exposed to them.
Itâs long ingrained to keep your eyes forward, head level, and try to keep your hips from swaying as much as possible. Youâre grateful for whatever bit of paperwork you can clutch to your chest, just to hide your figure and have something to do with your hands.
Youâre picking up some personnel files from the infirmary, smile brightly at the receptionist as she passes them over. Mallory is only a couple years older than you, and sheâs been working here a year already.
âLunch in the mess today?â she asks, spinning a pen between her fingers.
âAs if you even need to ask,â you tease. âNoon?â
âIâll meet you there.â
She blows you a kiss as you leave, counting the number of files to be sure you have them all. Your eyes skim over one of the names, a white label on the folder fin. âMacTavish, J.â in blocky typewriter font. You shuffle them back into a neat stack and pivot for Aunt Kateâs office.
Youâre not in the moonlit bedroom this time. A half-moon grins down from a starry sky, wearing smoky nebulas for lipstick. Beneath you lays cool grass and soft earth, rich and loamy in your heaving lungs. Petals blooming in the dark kiss your overheated skin, little relief for the burn in your veins.
The change in scenery is almost as dizzying as the man between your thighs. Almost.
But itâs not the dew-saturated breeze that muddles your bewildered thoughts. Itâs the hot, wet, clever tongue lavishing your drenched pussy. He licks in broad stripes from your aching hole to your throbbing clit, only ever pausing to indulge a slow suck to the bundle of nerves, before resuming that hypnotic circuit.
One thigh is hooked over a wide shoulder, your heel dug into the flexing muscles of a broad back. The other is spread by a big, calloused hand, giving him unfettered access to the softest, neediest parts of you.
You mewl desperately, hand darting down to his bobbing head. Your nails scrape shorn stubble, eliciting a gravelly groan that sends electricity up your tingling spine. Itâs nothing compared to the growl you earn when your fingers twist into the longer, soft strands at the top.
For the first time, youâre able to voice more than helpless moans and wanton whimpers.
âPlease,â you sob softly, âplease.â
You feel him smirking, a wicked curl against your fluttering cunt. Then he focuses the tip of that awful, dexterous tongue on your clit, flicking in purposeful little strokes.
M-A-
âS-so close,â you whine, hips twitching. He pins you flat, pace never faltering.
V-I-
You shudder as your pussy clenches and spasms, finally, finallyâ
You wake with a sharp sound, head spinning. Your orgasm washes away like the tide, leaving disappointment and exhaustion behind. You nearly scream into your pillow as you press your thighs together. Still half asleep, it even feels like you have beard-burn.
Youâre in line at the mess with Mallory, listening to her complain about some rude colonel that just had to share his opinion about her acrylics. She does the best impressions, and youâre grinning and laughing as the two of you shuffle through the options. Youâre reaching for a scoop of rice when the conversation behind you catches your attention.
ââcame in a couple days ago.â
âThe whole squad?â
âWith Braveheart himself.â
A snort. âYou better not let MacTavish hear you say that. Heâllââ
âHelloooo?â You blink at Mallory, who arches her brows and waves a bagel at you. âWant one?â
âOh, uh⌠sure, why not,â you answer.
âAtta girl!â she cheers, tossing it in the toaster. âCarbs for days.â
You giggle but canât help glancing behind you. The two men have already moved on though. Not that it was any of your business â or anything interesting. Youâre not sure why that caught your attention. Men are just loud, you suppose, snatching a couple to-go packets of cream cheese.
As youâre leaving the mess, you happen to glance over your shoulder. A pair of sharp blue eyes catch yours from one of the tables. A group of men, just about to sit. Mallory tugs your shirt to keep you from clipping the doorjamb and you hurry after her.
Thereâs heat at your back. Not from a body this time, but a fire burning low and hot in a hearth. No, the body is in front of you this time, filling up your watery field of vision. Peachy skin and coarse dark hair, an old scar slashing across a sharp hip, miles of lean muscle.
Not that you have much opportunity to ogle with tears blurring your sight. The fat cock bullying the back of your throat makes it hard to do anything but choke. You dig your nails into a thick thigh and pull back, writhing your tongue along a puffy vein as you go. The leaking head rests on your drenched tongue as you catch your breath. Smoke and leather and musk saturate your lungs, cloud your empty head.
He smells so good; you donât even like cigars.
A rough thumb caresses your cheek, a silent request for you to continue. You can practically feel the lust-drunk moans vibrating in his chest â so deep, theyâre barely audible over the crackling fire.
You hiccup as deep a breath as you can manage and swallow him down again. Heâs silky on your tongue, you sigh softly through your nose as the blunt head flirts with your gag reflex. You slacken your jaw despite the ache already crawling into the joint. Even then, your teeth scrape the base a bit, but that only makes him twitch against your soft palate.
âLook here, love.â
Your lashes flutter as you try to focus your gaze, scrolling your eyes up his body. Most of the details are lost either in the haze of desire or the vagary of dreams, but the blue eyes that greet you are sharper than real life.
You jolt back to consciousness with a dry cough, the scent of him still haunting your senses. You stumble to the restroom for water. Donât even realize that youâre glancing in the mirror over your shoulder, expecting someone to be there, until you realize youâre alone.
Oddly bereft, you trudge back to bed and try to focus on the clean soap smell of your auntsâ detergent.
In moments like this, itâs hard not to blame yourself.
Not because youâve done anything wrong, or even feel like you have. Itâs because the situation is so frustratingly out of your control that itâs almost easier to tell yourself that one decision or another would have avoided this outcome. A sharper response, a frown instead of a smile, a different walking route.
(Thereâs also your motherâs voice, always. Saying to be smart, to pay attention, to not âput yourselfâ in a vulnerable position. You silence that voice viciously this time.)
Still, the fact of the matter is, thereâs no personal choice you could have made to keep Corporal Callahan from cornering you in this supply closet. You just wanted a box of tissues.
âLook, I know youâre Agent Laswellâs niece, but I donât see why we canât go out because of it,â he reasons. As if thatâs the reason youâve been trying to gently dissuade his attempts.
âItâs not thatââ you begin, shifting. Heâs standing too close, but you refuse to back yourself any deeper into this tiny space. The doorway is right there, heâs just taking up all of it.
âThen just say yes,â he chuckles. His tone is all smooth and easy, meant to be charming maybe? âJust one date, thatâs all Iâm asking.â
Except youâre not asking, you think with helpless frustration. The sharp words get trapped behind your teeth, cutting up the roof of your mouth. Your heart is beating so hard and loud you can barely hear his âromanticâ overtures.
âIâm not reallyâŚâ Youâre not even sure what to say this time; youâve already told him youâre not looking to date. Heâd said some vaguely predatory line about changing your mind.
In the absence of a finished statement, Callahan takes the opportunity to continue cajoling.
âCâmon,â he sing-songs, âIâm not letting you out of there until you say yes.â
You pry your jaw open, about to agree to it just for the sake of getting free. Deal with the fallout later.
Thereâs a rush of air and suddenly the doorway is empty. You briefly see Callahan against the opposite wall, face blank in unpleasant surprise. Then a big body blocks your view of him. Broad, bunched shoulders and thick thighs. A shock of brunet hair shaved close at the sides and long at the top. Your entire body locks up.
âYou come near her again, they wonâ stop findinâ pieces of ya, aye?â A growl, low and rough, Scottish accent thick. You shiver.
Callahan stutters something, a few garbled syllables through a strained and winded voice. You think you might hear âcaptainâ in there somewhere. The bigger man shifts, you hear a muffled thump â Callahan hitting the wall again, you think. Then, with seemingly no effort, your savior tosses Callahan to the side like trash. He stumbles, catches himself.
âAway ân bile yer heid.â
Callahan flicks one last frightened glance your way then hurries off, proverbial tail tucked between his scrawny legs. You donât even watch him go, eyes glued to the strangerâs muscular back. He rolls his wide shoulders, cracks his neck, and finally turns.
Familiar blue eyes pin you in place as he steps closer. The scent of cigar smoke and leather teases your nose.
A voice youâve known for months rumbles in his chest. âFound you.â
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Take a Bite
1.5k words,, Bill Cipher x Reader
summary â Bill and the reader have sex, which has proven to be very difficult seeing as he isnât doing anything, and, of course, things are never easy with that insufferable brat.
warnings â SMUT, bill being annoying and toxic, dom!reader, sub!Bill, heavy pain kink, billâs human form, the fat fuck not the twink
a/n â Admittedly, this fic only happened because I never see Bill sub in fanfics and iâm very interested in what the dynamic would be. Youâd be like⌠domming with a risk of death.
âWell, slick,â Bill leaned back and gestured up and down his body, âGive it your all.â
Amusement was thick in his voice, along with bubbling giddiness. He fumbled with the seams on his pants, not out of nervousness, but as if he had forgotten how to take them off and was looking for some kind of zipper. One, admittedly, that he would not find on slacks.Â
âWow, human clothes are just as bad as the fleshbags. So needlessly complicated,â He sounded on the verge of a laughing fit, âOh, and toots? Before you dig in, remember to leave marks. I wanna see how durable this thing is.âÂ
His amusement was not matched on your part. The situation invoked dull curiosity at best, in your opinion. The idea of harboring a wanted criminal, ex-overlord, god-like demon in your house challenged your idea of a good time. Having sex with that demon was even harder to swallow.
Then again, any situation with bill warranted an ungodly amount of stress.Â
âWhatchaâ thinking about over there, sweet-cheeks?â
You smiled at that; of the few advantages you have, being in gravity falls for weirdmageddon proved to be one of them. You know of his powers, and with that, vague guesses on how to prevent them.
Tinfoil-lined bobbie pins were one of them. A guess, granted, but a good one at that. Really, not that complicated when you recall every alien movie youâve ever watched.Â
âUpset you canât tell?âÂ
He laughed, âUpset for you, maybe. Trust me, itâd be so much easier for both of us if I could just read your thoughts. Iâm already your roommate, how much closer could we ge-Â Ah.â
You brushed his pants crotch, and began to unbutton. For all his mightiness, the guy couldnât work pants. âCareful, human bodyâs are touchy.âÂ
âTouchy,â He repeated, âTell me about.âÂ
Getting his pants off was a task harder than it should have been, no thanks to Bill, who seemed to have taken to just lying there, occasionally flicking you, and then himself.Â
When you finally peeled all of his clothes off, you warned him to brace himself, to which he ignored you. On top of that, the entire time Bill had been talking, droning on about âthe last time heâd been in a human body.â
You wondered vaguely if heâd ever done this with someone else. In the time heâd been at your house heâd mentioned some âsixerâ ex-thing-ish of his. But you doubt heâd done anything with him.
As heâd mentioned, he hadnât perfected his human form until very recently. Perfected is a strong word, he was pudgy and short, remanisent of a human peanut. And his teeth were terrible.Â
Either way, youâd gotten him ready, and began your work. Laying a light finger on the tip of his dick, and running it down the base of his length, you got Bills first reaction: a short sniff.
Recovering fast, he adjusted his seat, âYeah, tick tock, toots. This better be good.âÂ
It was his idea, you thought, but continued. Your fingers wrapped around the entirety of his cock and you began to stroke it.Â
A sigh left Bills mouth, âOh, this does have a kick to it. Maybe youâre not so bad, after all.â
Over the course of the next few minutes, youâd grow angrier and angrier. Although you were clearing making him feel good, heâd never shut his snide mouth for two seconds.Â
âJesus, slow down, palâ I just perfected this flesh-bag, at this rate your gonna break somethingââÂ
You didnât realize how much your hand sped up. You thought for a moment, before completely stopping. Bill looked taken aback.
âHey! whatâs theââ
Without warning you grabbed his dick with full force and squeezed. He yelped, before giggling at the hurt.
This made you more mad, âGod, do you ever shut up? I wish youâd lost your voice when you lost Gravity Falls.â
He stopped giggling. âIâd watch what you say, if I was you, kid.â
You threw your head back and laughed, running your hand slowly up his dick and then slamming back to the base of his cock. Finally, a reaction other than knowing bliss: anger. Weakness.
âOh dear god, rearrange the features of my face then, Billy. See if I give a shit when you donât have a place to live.â
His face turned red with rage, and he recoiled at the mention of your upperhand. And then, finally, at the slowing of your hand, a small, wavering whimper.Â
You both caught it, and he was quick to put a hand of his mouth, âSensitive human bodies - Hey, donât look at me like that, that was not my fault.â
âGod, youâre such a brat.â
âOh please, what are you gonna do about it?â And he was completely serious.
Without much hesitation, you took the moment as an opportunity to abruptly sink yourself onto his dick. He sucked in a breath but you didnât give him much time to do anything else.
âAh- Now weâre talkiââ You slapped him hard across the face, and grabbed his cheeks with your hand, squishing them together, mockingly. Stifled laughter from Bill.Â
âThis is the form you spent all that time perfecting? I can barely feel anything. Itâs worthless!â You sped up riding him, loosening your face to give the illusion you were bored, âYouâre worthless.âÂ
His eyebrows arched down and his eyes widened, âI can kill you with a snap of my fingers! You think I need this sexâ You think I need this housâ ah, ahââ
The unknown pleasure was getting to him, making his brain foggier than usual, and it was showing. Human senses were a key factor in your ability to keep the high-ground. Just as long as it felt good enough, he wouldnât go back to his original form and⌠well.Â
You wondered vaguely if you were actually going to be in mortal parole after this. But then again, the look on his face was almost euphoric, despite the anger. Thankfully, Bill was selfish, heâd probably chase the high again
You sighed, âOh, you do need this house, Billy. Where else would you go? Everyone else in town has already forgotten about you, and your little maniac friends are no where to be seen.â
You sped up once more as your hands danced up his body, and continued, âWith this whole out-of-sight-out-of-mind routine, iâm giving you something you wonât be getting anywhere else: attention.â
âYouâ Ah, curse this feeble human body! Iâll make your life a living hell-â He whined, actually whined.Â
Slamming yourself down on him, he cried out and then scowled. You raked your nails down his chest, deep enough to bleed, drawing out a  giggle from Bill as he felt the littlest bit of blood start to pool.
âYouâre lucky this meatbag isâ ahâ funny enoughââ He was cut off with a gargle as a your hand sharply wrapped around his throat, and squeezed tight.Â
âItâs not luck, iâm good at what I do, Billy. Not that you would know what thatâs like, you pathetic shitbag,â although that insult wasnât particularly true, you didnât give him a chance to snap back, and instead put your other hand on his neck as well.Â
You rode him with more speed than ever now. His eyes fluttered open and shut slowly, and he leaned into your hands.Â
His face flushed, but a dreamy smile spread to the edges of his face as you made sure to leave bruise marks on his throat, still slamming against him.Â
Although, you didnât want to actually break him, so when his face began to turn purple, you let go. He gasped for air and let out a raspy, crazed giggle that went on for too long, and ending in a moan.
âIâmâ â Bills eyebrows furrowed, as if he was trying to decipher what the amusing thing the human body had planned next, âSomethingsâ somethings happening.â
His voice was broken, neck bruised, cheek red with a slap mark, eyes foggy, and chest bleeding from your nails.Â
Before you dig in, remember to leave marks. I wanna see how durable this thing is.
Clearly youâd kept your end of the deal, and from what youâve gathered it was time for the finale. You chased your own climax now as well, even though, admittedly, you hadnât been thinking about it the whole session.
Annoying as it was that Bill still managed to make something all about him âand he definitely knew, mind reading or notâ you still kept up your pace.Â
âYouâre close?âÂ
He smiled blissfully, and nodded.
What the hell. You smiled, âGood boy.â
His reaction was⌠startling. He leaned his head back, let out a small half-whine half-laugh, and arched off the bed. Finally, he released.
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Ungodly Hour (1)
That time you - a broke college student - were willing to do just about anything for a hulu account after your brother kicks you off of his - (and Jungkook would do anything to have you).
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Warning: idk yall, i was bored, smut, college au, jungkook is thirsty, reader is somewhat slutty but with good reasons, dirty talking, swallowing, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, riding, cumming,
Your mouth wrapped around the tip of Jungkookâs cock, twirling the head in your mouth. You only slightly (maybe more than you want to admit) the way the salty pre-cum drips into your mouth as you suck. Even better were his moans - so soft and velvety; melodic.Â
if anyone was to blame it had to be your brother - he was the nuisance in your life. It was as if he intended on making your life a complete mess.
You were a good person, daughter and sister. You did what you had to do - attend classes everyday. You went to work and then home without a care. You worked at a grocery store part time and made enough to pay your half of the rent. Sure, with the price of groceries now you couldnât be bothered to buy any. But thatâs where your parents came in. You craved independence from them but only for privacy. You made sure you were there every night for dinner and sometimes if you had time, breakfast in the mornings.Â
Your brother was just upset that you accidentally bought an add-on on his hulu account - but how else were you supposed to watch what you wanted if he was too cheap to pay for anything further? It was bad enough you had to sit through 2 minute ads - it was the least he could do.
This is how you now found yourself sucking Jungkook off - the same man you had been dodging ever since the pair of you met. He gave off fuck boy vibes and the last thing you needed was that in your life - until you actually did need Jungkook. The irony.
Jungkook watches with hooded eyes at the beautiful sight of you. You had now grasped the length of his cock and began to pump him, focusing more on the tip of his head. He was glad the two of you were alone - seeing as you didnât even have the decency to take him to your room and insisted on doing this on the couch. But Jungkook wasnât a picky person - he prayed for times such as this. You were the play hard to get type and one thing he enjoyed was the chase.Â
Jungkook places a hand on the back of your head and thrusts lighty into your mouth, groaning as he does so. You allowed it. You laid your tongue flat, eyes flickering up to watch his expression. Satisfaction bubbled deep inside of you at the sight of his lust-filled expression. Dark hooded eyes, gasping lips.
âI waited, fuckâŚso long for this.â Jungkook groans, pumping inside of your mouth a little faster. His thumb caresses your cheek. âI told you that Iâd have you one day, didnât I?â he says smugly.Â
You groan a response, throat vibrating against his cock. That bastard, you thought. Jungkook did - he told you that one day your âplay hard to getâ act would crumble and when it did, heâd be there. But this couldnât count - right? You were doing this for the greater good, after all. You had shows to watch and Jungkook just so happened to be the one that had a premium account.
You feel the tip of Jungkookâs cock tickling the back of your throat, testing to see how far youâd let him go. Thereâs a trail of saliva dripping from the corner of your lips and it drips slowly down your chin. Your mouth was heavy - wet and warm and inviting. You were determined to make him cum and he was determined to do just that.Â
Jungkookâs hand grips your hair - you moan at the sensation. He pumps just a little faster, your slurps and gagging hitting his ears and he moans at just how filthy you were for him.Â
âIâm about to cum.â Jungkook groans. His free hand wipes away a lone tear that releases from your eye. âYou okay?â he asks, slowing his thrusts.
Your response was to bring him deeper into your mouth, blinking up at him. You slap his thigh harshly and that was all the permission he needed to fuck your throat. He shudders, feeling his toes curl. It didnât help that your teary eyes watched his every move - and Jungkook couldnât take his eyes off of you. Even now while he took control, you remain just as stubborn; challenging him. âF-FuckâŚâ Jungkook grunts. âW-Where do I cum?â
Jungkook wants to slap himself, forgetting that you canât exactly respond to him. But heâs unsure if cumming inside of your mouth would be too intimate - but then again, you could always spit it out and he would be fine with that.Â
You gag, feeling your throat swell with the warm, salty substance. You inhale through your nose and moan. âL-Let me find-â Jungkook watches as you swallow and lick your lips - he feels his cheeks redden and his heart thump.
You wipe your eyes of the pathetic tears and hum. âDonât get big headed.â you hiss.
Jungkook smirks and bats his eyelashes. âNever.â he says. âI already made you a profile on my hulu account.â
You watch as Jungkook takes out his phone to show you the account and like state, he did make you your own profile. You snort at the name - stargirl. âIâll text you the information to get into it.â
You place your hands onto his thighs. Your eyes lower to his cock - it wasnât completely erect, but it wasnât softening, either.Â
âI was told I would get peacock and hbo max.â you say to him. You didnât want to tell him that you were wet and wanted to ride him, his head was already big enough.Â
âI have hbo max as an add on with hulu.â Jungkook responds, eyes darkening at the thought of feeling you.Â
âHm. Thatâs too bad.â you tilt your head. âI wanted to ride you.â
âI can add disney.â Jungkook responds far too quickly, mentally cursing at how desperate he appeared.
Smirking, you nod your head. âDeal.â
Jungkookâs eyes are wide when you lift from your knees and kick off your shorts, panties flying with them. Heâs erect once more at the sight of your slick trailing down your thighs. Your thighs trap him beneath you as you center yourself on him. âIâm not on any birth control.â
Jungkook gulps. His hands place themselves firmly on your hips. âI can pull out.â he nods. âUnless you want another streaming service as payment for me cumming inside of you.â he jokes - unlessâŚ
Jungkook smirks at you and you could only glare. You sit down on him completely and wipe the smirk from his lips. Your hands grip his shoulders as you begin to pound on him. It doesnât take time for the entire sitting room is filled with your moans mixed with Jungkooks as well as skin slapping.
âYou look like youâre enjoying yourself.â Jungkook murmurs, inching closer to capture your lips with his own. You never said anything against kissing is his defense.
You deepen the kiss, grinding against him. âSays the man who hasnât stopped moaning since we started.â
Jungkook chuckles and does just that. His hands trail from your hips, to your thighs and upwards towards your breast. He grips both of your clothed breasts into his palms. âPussy feels so good, I canât help myself.â
You swallow your own moan back. You canât let him know his words turn you on - he would never let you live it down. Itâs bad enough you were fucking him for streaming services.
You shifted yourself, your feet firmly against the couch. You looked into his eyes as you began to bounce on him once more, satisfied that the man below you was a moaning mess - and broke eye contact first. His eyes begin to roll at the new found pleasure.
You decided that you wouldnât hide your own pleasure anymore. Jungkook was big and this position only meant that his cock was hitting the right spot each time.Â
âI know it feels good, baby.â Jungkookâs voice brings you back to reality - and so does his thumb upon your clit. His thumb rubs hastily on it, enjoying the way your pussy tightens around his cock.
âIt does.â Maybe you were growing weak - but only because it did feel good. That, and the way Jungkookâs voice grows deeper and more sultry as he speaks is an added turn on.Â
âWhat happened to the playing hard to get girl I know?â Jungkookâs now thrusting upwards inside of you to meet you halfway.
You clench around him. âFuck you.â you murmur.
âI intend to.â Jungkook manages to laugh, his thumb leaving your clit to hook beneath your thighs. He continues where you left off, stamina unmatched. He pounds into you with such need - as if this was what he had been waiting for for who knows how long.
Your arms wrap around his neck and allow him the control - just this once. Jungkookâs reveling in your submission, murmuring dirty words in your ears as he fucks you. You were so wet - slick gripping out of you and onto his thighs - that he knew neither of you would last long.
You bite your lip when you feel Jungkookâs hands on your ass. He squeezes it with such need, moaning beautifully in your ears as his thrusts turn sloppy. âWhere do I cum?â he asks suddenly.
âAnywhere.â was your response.
Jungkook took your lack of direction as a sign. His fingers lean down from your ass to find your clit once more. He toys with it as he thrusts, hellbent on making sure you cum right along with him. He wasnât going to last - not with the way you were squeezing his cock right now.
âS-Shit!â you hiss, feeling yourself come undone right as Jungkook pulls out of you, cum leaking on your ass.
Jungkook leans against the couch and pants. There was no way he was going to leave you alone after this - but thatâs okay because he knows youâll close up once more and play that game youâve been playing. Jungkook loved the chase and deep down, so do you.
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hi! i wanted to ask how could i write a scene of a band performing and make it flow smoothly? Reactions to it and inner dialogue of the leader singer while performing?
I hope that makes sense!
Thank you :)
How to Write a Band Performance
Set the Atmosphere with Sound and Sensory Details
Use sensory language to capture the energy of the music, the movement on stage, and the audienceâs reaction. Think about the sounds of instruments, the lights, the thrum of bass vibrating through the floor, or how the crowd looks.
Example: The drums kicked in, a thunderous heartbeat that pulsed through the packed venue. Strings followed, filling the air with an electric charge, and the lights dimmed just enough for the crowd to lean in, hungry for the next note.
Anchor the Lead Singerâs Focus
The lead singer might catch moments in the crowd, like a fan mouthing every lyric, someone laughing, or even seeing familiar faces in the sea of people. These little connections add a human touch and make the performance feel alive.
Example: He spotted a girl in the front row, eyes closed, every word leaving her lips like a prayer. She knew each lyric by heart, maybe better than he did. That look kept him groundedâkept him singing.
Use Inner Dialogue to Show Nerves, Confidence, or Distraction
Let the lead singerâs mind wander a bit, but keep it tethered to the music. They might think of something unrelated that they suppress to stay focused, or maybe they reflect on what this song means to them, especially if itâs deeply personal or symbolic.
Example: Here we go. Breathe. Just like rehearsal. But it was never just like rehearsal. Each word brought him back to the night he wrote itâa night he barely survived. He shook off the thought. No. Tonight, itâs just for them.
Describe Body Movements and How They Connect to Emotion
Physical sensations can be as telling as dialogue. The lead singer might feel the warmth of the spotlight, the stickiness of sweat on their skin, or the way their voice feels strong, raw, or strained.
Example: He gripped the mic stand, fingers tight, and leaned forward. His voice cracked on a high note, but he let it, gave it to the crowd raw. They wanted his truth, his realness. That was all he had to give.
Show the Crowdâs Reaction
Describe reactions like a wave, where energy ebbs and flows. The crowd might sway during slower parts, roar during the chorus, or go silent in the songâs more intimate moments. This back-and-forth dance adds rhythm to the scene.
Example: As the first chorus hit, the crowd became a sea of outstretched hands, fingers clawing for a piece of the music. A roar rose, then softened as they sang with him, their voices tangling with his own, something fragile and fierce all at once.
Balance Between Action and Inner Thoughts
To keep the scene flowing, alternate between what the singer does (interacting with the mic, moving on stage) and what they think. Too much inner dialogue could slow down the scene, so give action and reaction space to keep the reader engaged.
Example: He took a step back, holding the last note, letting it resonate through the space. He stole a glance at his bandmates. They were lost in the music too, faces set, eyes closed. It felt like the old daysâa secret between them, shared with everyone.
End with a Climactic Moment or a Release of Tension
End the scene with a dramatic finish, like a powerful note, a burst of applause, or even silence if itâs an emotional song. The lead singer could feel relieved, drained, or exhilarated by the end.
Example: As the last chord faded, a brief silence hung over the crowdâa pause, a heartbeatâbefore it shattered with applause. He closed his eyes, letting it wash over him, knowing that for now, the song was enough.
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So after the whole Brazil GP weekend, I have to say that the drivers were so funny to watch during the whole "will there be a qualifying or not".
What about driver!reader that does something crazy during the whole thing. And afterwards she is sleeping by the tyres, because it's the warmest place to be.
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Umbrella
It was Saturday afternoon at the Interlagos circuit, and the rain was relentless. The paddock was a mess of puddles, drenched engineers, and soaked fans who clung to their umbrellas, hoping for qualifying to start. The drivers waited in their motorhomes or huddled up in the pit garage, bantering, snacking, and desperately trying to stay warm. Every few minutes, the announcement would come over the speakers, postponing the start of qualifying yet again due to the downpour.
Max stretched his legs, leaning against the wall in the Red Bull garage. "You know, maybe they should let us race with jet skis at this point," he muttered, making a few of the mechanics chuckle.
Across the pit lane, Charles threw his head back with a laugh. "Iâd like to see you try, Max!"
Just then, a slow, familiar beat started to play over the speakers. Boom, boom, ka⌠boom, boom, ka.
The drivers paused, exchanging confused glances as the unmistakable opening notes of Rihannaâs Umbrella played over the loudspeakers. But what really caught their attention was a ripple of excitement that surged through the crowd in the grandstands. The fans had all started pointing at somethingâsomeoneâapproaching from the back of the pit lane.
George squinted, âIs thatâŚ?â
Walking down the pit lane in a Red Bull jacket, drenched but looking determined, was Y/N, Red Bullâs first female racer, only 18 years old but with a spark and style that had everyone buzzing this season. She strutted through the puddles, the rain bouncing off her cap, her Red Bull mechanics flanking her like a squad, all clearly in on whatever she was planning.
The beat dropped, and as Rihannaâs voice filled the air, Y/N tossed her jacket off dramatically. With a grin, she and her mechanics began to move in sync to the music, just like Tom Hollandâs legendary performance on Lip Sync Battle.
Carlosâ jaw dropped. âAre theyâ? No way!â
âYep,â said Lando, unable to contain his laughter. âTheyâre doing the performance. Full send!â
As the first verse kicked in, Y/N spun, stepping through puddles with dramatic flourishes, her mechanics adding spins and claps that matched her every move. Fans cheered from the grandstands, chanting her name and holding up phones to capture every second.
Pierre and Esteban, usually rivals on and off the track, were both doubled over with laughter, cheering her on. âThis is the best thing thatâs happened all weekend,â Esteban said, wiping away a tear.
Max crossed his arms, nodding approvingly, âRespect. Thatâs commitment right there.â
Meanwhile, the Ferrari team leaned over the pit wall, watching in awe as Y/N absolutely nailed every move, the raindrops flying around her as if the storm itself was in on the performance. When she did the famous spin-and-drop move that Tom Holland had made famous, the entire pit lane erupted in applause and whistles.
âLook at her go!â Lewis called from Mercedesâ side, genuinely entertained. âSheâs got the whole crowd captivated!â
Charles shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. âForget racing, maybe she should go into show business.â
Y/N laughed, locking eyes with the crowd as she sang along to the chorus: âUnder my umbrella, ella, ellaâŚâ The fans joined in, their voices echoing around the pit lane. Her mechanics, committed to the bit, twirled their umbrellas above her as if choreographed for the rain.
After the song finished, Y/N and her mechanics took an exaggerated bow, soaking wet but absolutely buzzing with energy and laughter. She waved at the crowd, blowing kisses, as her team threw their arms around her, cheering and laughing.
When Y/N returned to the Red Bull garage, dripping wet and grinning ear-to-ear, Max extended a hug. âThat was epic, Y/N. Never thought Iâd see someone pull that off here.â
âThanks, Max,â she said, hugging him tightly back. âThought Iâd keep everyone entertained since, well, looks like weâre stuck here.â
Lando wandered over from McLaren, still laughing. âYou know, if F1 ever falls through for you, thereâs a career in musical theatre waiting.â
âOh, absolutely,â Y/N said, laughing. âIâll just have to be a part-time singer and full-time driver.â
The rain continued to pour down, and with no sign of qualifying starting soon, the energy in the paddock started to wind down. After the performance, most of the drivers and team members settled back, some checking the radar, others chatting and relaxing.
About an hour later, Carlos spotted something odd. âUhâŚguys?â
Everyone turned to see Y/N curled up beside a stack of tires in the Red Bull garage, fast asleep. She had her arms wrapped around one of the tires, using it as a pillow, completely oblivious to the rain and noise around her.
Charles chuckled, shaking his head. âSheâs hugging the tires. Guess theyâre warmer than the rain.â
Max grinned, whispering, âShe really is something, huh?â
Y/Nâs mechanic, Luke, covered her with a spare Red Bull jacket, careful not to wake her. âLet her rest. She earned it after that show.â
Back in the grandstands, fans were still buzzing, sharing clips and photos of Y/Nâs impromptu performance all over social media. The whole weekend might have been wet and chaotic, but for one afternoon, everyoneâdrivers, fans, and teams alikeâhad found a moment of pure, unexpected joy in the storm.
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teaser: fools on cloud nine âË.âş l.hs
pairing: ex-boyfriend's rival! heeseung x fem! reader
synopsis: fool me once? shame on you. fool me twice? not a chance. it was a stupid plan, and you knew it. but after your ex-boyfriend broke your heart, you realised that payback was worth any risk. and what better way to do that, than by fake dating his rival, lee heeseung. after all, vengeance is sweet.
genre: fluff, angst, smut, college au, fake dating
warning: slow-burn romance, swearing, pet names, alcohol consumption, kissing, annoying side characters, sexual content, one-night stand, dubcon sex, cheating, dirty talk, masturbation, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (m + f receiving), rough sex, praising, body worship, creampie, degradation, semi-public sex, hair pulling, intimate sex, and more. MDNI
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RELEASE DATE: THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 2024 @ 10:00PM GMT+0
What does it mean to feel loved?
You used to think it meant having that constant rush of emotions, flying high on that love-drunk feeling. You felt it with every smile, every laugh, and every touch from him. But maybe you shouldâve known better than thatâmaybe then you wouldnât be in this situation.
You stirred, eyes squinting at the soft morning light slipping through unfamiliar curtains. Blinking, you tried to focus on your surroundings. Your mind was foggy, still heavy with lingering sleep. âOww, my head.â You winced, cradling your head as a sharp throb pierced throughâthe hangover from last night kicking in. Slowly, your mind cleared just enough to register the warmth beside you. You froze as a groan broke the silence, and you turned bit by bit, piecing together the features of the stranger sleeping beside you. Well, not quite a stranger.
Eyes wide, you dragged your hands over your face, feeling the weight of the situation. Of all people, why did it have to be Lee Heeseung? You glanced at him, still asleep, his hair tousled against the pillow. He looked so peaceful, blissfully unaware of the stress whirling inside you. Your gaze drifted to his lipsâpretty, plump, and the source of last nightâs flashes that suddenly rushed back. The party, the playful banter, the intoxicating drinks, the way his lips felt against yours as you two stumbled into his room.
Youâd only met him a couple times before last night, and yet heâd gone from a friendly face to something much more⌠complicated. This was a mess.
A lump formed in your throat as you looked away from his sleeping figure, guilt creeping in. It wasnât supposed to turn out like this. Last night was meant to be a chance to forget after everything. But your thoughts drifted againâto the real reason behind your spiral last night. The breakup.
Youâd been so eager that day, unlocking the door to your boyfriendâs apartment and carefully closing it, hoping not to alert him that you were here. The smile on your face was wide. You could barely contain your excitement, clutching the gift you'd kept secret for weeks close to your chest. It was the perfect gift for someone like himâa Swiss-made TRX series watch with beautiful enamel dials. It wasnât too pricey, but saving up for it had taken some time and effort. For him, though, it was well worth it. You couldnât wait to see his reaction.
Your heart pounded loud against your chest with every step you took towards his bedroom door. You could already imagine the joy on his face, the way heâd hug you tightly when he saw the gift. Heâd kiss you deeply and tell you how much he loved it; maybe even say how much he loved you. You could feel the excitement building as you prepared to open that door.
Then you heard it. A moan.
You froze, hand clenching the gift. Maybe youâd heard wrong. It could just be the neighbours going at it again. But then, his low voice filled the silence, groaning a muffled, âAhhh, fuck,â from the other side of the door to his room.
No, itâs not possible. Your mind raced, denying that horrid thought. He wouldnâtânot today of all days. Thoughts spiralled in your head of every possible scenario, each one more upsetting than the last. Maybe he stubbed his toe, or lost a round in another video game. Maybe he was just getting himself off, relieving some of that stress before you got here. Yes. That has to be it.
âI should probably leave him be; I wouldnât want to interrupt,â you muttered to yourself, yet you made no motion to step away from the area. No matter how hard you forced yourself to smile, you felt it slipping away at the thought of another girl being in there with himâsomeone other than you touching him and being so intimate with him. You know you shouldnât check, but the urge to be sureâto knowâwas stronger.
Your chest tightened as the worst case scenario loomed in your mind, the situation becoming all too real. With a deep breath, you slowly pushed the door open and peeked inside.
And there it wasâa sight straight from your worst nightmares.
little note: pretty excited to release this since it took a while to work on and part of my sanity to write, the teaser is finally out of the drafts phase
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Your First Time on Sukuna's Bike
You lost a bet.Â
Thatâs ultimately how you ended up here. Â
"Hey," Sukuna is calling your attention to him, sitting on his motorcycle with a spare helmet outstretched in your direction. "Put it on."
The sun was just starting to set behind him on the horizon, casting him in this warm orange flavored glow that was almost comforting. Almost.Â
"'Kuna, maybe this is a bad idea." You stay where you are a few feet away, shifting from foot to foot nervously. "Maybe you should go to the meetup by yourself-"
He interrupts you with one call of your name, effectively silencing you. He raises a brow.
"C'mere," He's smirking at you, seeing your unease as a challenge. Like he always did.Â
"No, totally, I would. It's just-I- " You can't find the words to deny him. They don't come to you anymore. Your heart aims to please him in everything but your body is frozen in fear. Your brain scrambles to produce something- any kind of lie under his lion-like gaze. "I just remembered that Yuji asked me to do something with him-"
"Yuji's with his goth boyfriend." Sukuna rolls his eyes, quickly swapping the helmet to his other hand and leaning across the short distance between you to grasp your wrist instead. He tugs you closer to him, until your shoe is nearly touching the tire of his bike.
He's grinning up at you, with that convincing little squint to his eyes.
"Chicken shit." He accuses.
You gape at him.
"I am not afraid of your little motor bike, okay?"
"Then put the helmet on, Braveheart." He shoves said helmet into your hands and releases it before you can say no to fully grasping its weight. You fumble with it, trying not to let the piece of equipment slip to the asphalt, it felt expensive and heavy with quality, just as a lot of Sukuna's things did.
When you finally have it secured to your chest, safe and sound, you pale at the thought of the next step.Â
Now, Sukuna was nothing if not a gentleman. You knew that. But, he also was constantly toeing the line of gentleman and... complete and utter vagrant menace. He would come over to your apartment after a meetup like the one the two of you were going to, with wind whipped cheeks and adrenaline clearly glimmering in his eyes. Occasionally, he would even ask you if you had a spare tarp so that he could cover his bike in case the police came around the neighborhood looking for a similar one.
Being in one of his turbo kitted cars was different. If there was an accident, it wasn't just between you, the heavy leather jacket Sukuna had bought you, and the rough merciless asphalt of the street.
You're staring down at the helmet like it's a death sentence when Sukuna calls for your eyes again, his hand coming up to caress the back of your arm with a gentle, coaxing touch. He ushers you until you're within his airspace, creating a timeless bubble where only the two of you exist.Â
Youâre slightly guilty when you look up at him. You hated questioning Sukuna, especially when it came to something like your safety, which he would never put at risk, but you can't help the nerves curdling in your stomach.
His gaze melts into something similar to sympathy, still slightly amused with you.Â
"Why're you scared?â He wants to know. He knows just which soft and low tone of voice to use on you- to make every secret you have come rushing to the surface, desperate to please him just like the rest of you was.Â
"Scared? Of a stick with two wheels that can go in between cars that weigh literal tons while riding at a speed of 120 miles per hour? No. No, why would I be scared?"
"120 miles per hour?" He repeats, cocking a brow at you. "And put my little chicken shit in danger? Are you insane?"
You bite your lip.Â
âCan we go slow?âÂ
Sukuna merely laughs, turning back towards his bike and turning the key to kick start the ignition. The time for conversation was clearly over.Â
âPut it on.â ~
Sukuna actually does go at a reasonable speed for the majority of the time. You get used to the feeling of the wind gliding over every inch of you, hissing so loudly in your ears that all other sounds become moot. Itâs almost like white noise.Â
Sukunaâs body is warm and sturdy against your front, and you press more of yourself than needed into him, just to be closer. Occasionally heâll reach down and squeeze your thigh or point something out for you to look at, but otherwise he lets you take in the scenery at an easy pace.Â
After an hour of riding, you may very well say it was comforting on the bike.Â
At least, until you get to a long stretch of highway, that is. Empty and wide as it is long. A highway to some rural part of the city you had never been to before.Â
Sukuna taps your knee, and then reaches up and tightens your hold on his waist. It was a signal.Â
âWait-â Even if Sukuna could hear you past the helmets, the unrelenting wind, and the roar of the motorcycle beneath you, he didnât give you a chance to say much.Â
The bike climbs speed as your heartbeat climbs in speed and if it werenât for the helmet, it would be impossible to breathe easy with the wind whisking around you in such a flurry. Your thighs press into Sukunaâs, and you peek over his shoulder at the speedometer to watch it hit 95. It felt so much faster to you. It felt like you were flying.Â
You canât help the giggles that escape you as exhilaration plucks them out of you.Â
Fear had long since revealed itself as excitement to you, and Sukuna could tell in the way you would kick your feet as he revved the engine that you were on the same page now.Â
By the time the two of you make it to the meetup, youâre buzzing like a ball of electricity. Sukuna parks the bike, kicks the stand out, and immediately turns around to unclasp your helmet first.Â
You tear it off of you, barely containing yourself long enough for him to remove his own before you're winding your arms around his neck. Giggles are still leaking out of you and into his ear, which is searing cold beneath your lips.Â
âI told you youâd like it.â He chuckles, leaning backwards into you and forcing you to be the one to keep the both of you upright. You use your free hand to pull on his hood, forcing him back even further until you can press a kiss to his prideful smile. Â
âThat was fun.â You whisper.
âGood.â He whispers back, grabbing his keys from the ignition without moving his head from your grasp. âYouâre drivinâ us home.âÂ
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