#p ♡ awards

[aesxocnet-archive]

now introducing the most iconic + unforgettable ocs that have appeared on the ocnet over the years! celebrate the graduating class with aes!ocnet by sending some luv to these artists + their creators! 

without further ado, let’s welcome ::  ♡ prom queen :: tomie of @stcpidcupid ♡ prom king :: luka  ♡ it boy :: hero of @anqelblccm ♡ class president :: marie of @raevil ♡ it girl :: ming of @finallydelight ♡ class clown :: taeji of @inter-stellar-jyp ♡ everyone’s friend :: @rcsvric ♡ heartbreaker :: jenn of @justmochi ♡ party animal :: chloe kwon of @chloekwon ♡ teacher’s pet :: woosung of @blaklost ♡ most loved :: mew of @mimcw​ ♡ most problematic :: aimee of @stcpidcupid​ ♡ most hated :: chloe of @whileinvenus​

[the-thing-withfeathers]

sucker! (m.b.)

a/n: welcome back cheerleader madison!!!!

pairing: cheerleader!madison beer x g!p f!jock!reader

warnings: smut, g!p reader!!!, praise, pet names, handjob, blowjob, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), p in v sex, creampie

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with halloween passing, student council was handing out some candy to the student body.

with your girlfriend having a massive sweet tooth, it was out of the goodness of your heart that you pleaded the student council for some extra candy to surprise her with.

‘are you coming or what?’

a text from madison popped up on your screen, you swiped to open it and replied quickly.

‘miss me?’

you typed and sent with a smirk on your face. you had promised to come over and help her with the chemistry homework you had to get done. you both were on the home stretch until graduation.

it was time to focus up.

‘don’t flatter yourself.’ she replied not even a minute later.

‘so that’s a yes.’ you texted just as you reached her front porch. ‘here, princess.’

she took about 20 seconds to bolt down the steps and open the door. you couldn’t help but eye her up and down. she was just in a tight shirt & shorts with her knee high socks accentuating her legs.

“eyes up here!” she said, her two fingers split apart, gesturing to her own eyes.

“sorry, i like what i see!” you admitted, a cheeky smile plastered across your face.

she scoffed and rolled her eyes, stepping aside to let you in. you pouted at her, leaning down to her level.

“is princess stressed out about the homework?” you asked, pressing a kiss to her cheek. she nodded hesitantly, you smiled reassuringly. “we’ll be okay, don’t worry. let’s get started then, the sooner the better. then we can do whatever we want.”

she flashed that award-winning smile at you, it made you weak in the knees. she grabbed your hand and you both ran up the stairs to her room.

she had her books & laptop spread across her desk, you pulled up another chair and sat right beside her.

“seems like you’ve gotten pretty far, baby.” you nodded in approval. “not that much more to go. how about i let you finish up then quiz you with my flashcards?”

despite the pressure starting to sink in with practice, you always managed to find the time to hit the books. you found yourself perfecting the art of tine management slowly but surely. and you always managed to find time for madison.

madison was different, she was extremely intelligent but her time management skills were harder to master. practice for her was exceedingly difficult. she would stay late hours in the gym, perfecting tricks on her own. you often worried.

she hummed in response, signalling agreement. you pulled out your own books from your bag and leaned back in your chair, highlighting through important parts.

after a few minutes, madison gained the confidence to grab your attention and ask you to quiz her. a sly smile was on your face as you pulled out your flashcards along with a heart-shaped lollipop covered in clear plastic.

her eyes widened, she loved sweets. and you knew you were going to have to reward her for doing well.

“if you get them all right, i’ll give you this.” you held it out, she tried to grab it but you yanked your hand away in time. “bad girl. c’mon, it’s only ten questions.” you tutted.

she huffed and sat still, “okay, get on with it.”

one question right.

two questions right

five questions right.

seven questions right.

and then she hesitates on the last one.

“i… i don’t know.” madison bites her lip, admitting defeat.

“you know it, baby.” you said, in hopes of jogging her brain.

“i don’t. i skipped over it.” she sighed, turning back to the book. you took pity on her with how cute she looked pouting.

you decided to unwrap the lollipop and hold it out for her. she turned to you, a sparkle in her eyes.

“you did your best, princess. i think that should be rewarded just as much.” you nodded at her. “go on.”

she stuck her tongue out and you put the red heart on it flat. she wrapped her lips around it, you could feel her sucking on it gently, trying to taste the flavor.

she had her eyes shut briefly, but when she opened them— you knew you set yourself up very poorly. she made direct eye contact with you while slightly bobbing her head around the sucker.

you watched her intensely, keeping eye contact. you felt your jeans start to get tight, your bulge starting to peek through. and when madison’s eyes flickered downwards, you knew she’d caught it too.

it was almost too easy for her to get you going, especially when you watched those plump lips of hers work the lollipop when they should be working you.

“someone’s excited.” she said, detaching her lips from the heart. “need me to fix that?” you frantically nodded, who were you to say no to your stunning girlfriend with a need to please you?

madison lowered herself onto her knees, unbuckling your pants. you lifted yourself off the chair slightly so she could move them down to pool at your ankles.

your bulge was pressed up against your boxers, a small patch displaying the pre-cum that was eager to escape. her nails latched onto your boxers and pulled them down. you sighed in relief as your length was set free, you would have hit that point of discomfort if madison let it stay trapped any longer.

she took your impressive length in her hand, slowly jerking it off. her tongue went flat against your tip, taking up all the existing pre-cum that was already trickling down. she moaned softly at the taste, wrapping her lips around it.

your hands gripped the chair, a soft grunt leaving your lips as you tried to hold yourself back from fucking into her mouth. madison angled herself up a little more so she could take more of you in.

she lowered herself more, her head starting to bob up and down. you balled some of her hair into your fist, pulling and pushing in response. her hand gripped the base of your cock, squeezing slightly.

you were almost too sensitive, the imagine of her sucking the lollipop was fresh in your mind. as you started to feel a knot build in your stomach, you decided to take control of the situation.

you pushed madison’s head down until her nose hit the base of your dick, forcing her to deepthroat you.

“you can take it baby, take it like the princess you are.” you said through groans. you heard her gag around your dick and then released her head. she removed herself completely from around you but her hand kept stroking you.

“good girl.” you chuckled, feeling that knot build even further. you were so close to snapping but you couldn’t let her go untouched.

you pulled her into a standing position, your fingers pulling her shorts and panties down together until they were all tangled up. she stepped out of them and stood in front of you.

“so pretty, you’ve got such a perfect pussy for me.” you said, running your pointer finger through her leaking folds. you could hear how wet she was just from a simple gesture. your thumb applies pressure on her clit and you heard her whimper, she was practically begging for more.

you slipped a finger into her, pressing soft kisses on her belly. you pulled her closer by the back of her thigh, she shuffled until she was standing over your knee. your finger slowly pumped into her while your thumb continued to rub quick circles on her clit.

the contrast of your slow pace inside of her and your quick pace on her clit made her head go fuzzy, it wouldn’t take long for her to finish all over you.

as much as you wanted to see her cum like this, you wanted her even closer. you pulled your finger out of her and spread her legs more so she could hover over you.

“c’mon baby, sit on it.” you took your length in between your pointer finger and thumb, lining it up perfectly with madison’s opening. she nodded and slowly lowered herself down.

she whined feeling herself get stretched out by you. you groaned softly as you felt her clench around your cock, you could have finished then and there. she whimpered softly adjusting to how big you were, her nails digging into your shoulders.

“fuck… so big.” she cussed out, her hand moving to grip your hair. you moaned softly at the feeling of her nails scratching at your scalp.

“so.” she lifted herself slowly and let herself drop down.

“fucking.” again.

“big!” again. you gripped her waist, lifting her up and bringing her back down smack against you. she started letting out chopped moans, getting louder with each thrust.

you scrambled at her desk to grab the lollipop, putting it into her mouth. her parents were home and you didn’t want them hearing. she moaned around the sucker, her eyes shutting in pleasure.

“you’re so fucking hot like this, princess.” you breathed out, watching the sight unravel in front of you. the pet name spurred her on even more, she lifted her shirt for you, exposing her breasts. they bounced with every move she made.

you quickly took one into your mouth, your hand palming against the other one. you swirled your tongue against her hardening nipple, forcing a gasp out of her. your other hand rolled her nipple between your two fingers.

all the stimulation made it easy for madison to reach her peak, and you felt yours arriving as well.

“close! close… gonna fuckin…” she choked out, her head falling back. “cumming!” she called out, holding the lollipop between her teeth.

you felt her clench around you, her hips starting to stutter. you felt her orgasm wash over her, her cum coating your dick. you immediately followed soon after, cumming inside her with a grunt. you grinded her hips against yours, helping her ride it out.

it was impressive to the both of you that you stayed hard.

you surprised her by standing up, sitting her down on the desk. you gave her a few seconds to recover before snapping your hips against hers again. she gasped but didn’t complain.

she had her legs wrapped around your waist, her ankles digging into your back. you fucked into her, holding eye contact as the lollipop was still in her mouth. you removed it and replaced it with your lips, tasting the sugar on hers.

you pushed her until her back was against the wall of the desk, feeling your dick hit that gummy spot that made her eyes roll into the back of her head. her mouth fell open in a perfect ‘o’ shape, heavy breathing coming from the two of you.

“fuck! right there, right there!” she cried out, tears starting to form in her eyes. your thumb joined your dick in your agenda to pleasure her, frantically flicking against her bundle of nerves.

“fuck, you feel so good, baby.” you said into the skin of her neck, leaving wet kisses on her skin. “yeah, you gonna cum again? wanna feel you cum on me again.”

you started to find yourself struggling to thrust, feeling madison’s walls clench around you with her impending orgasm on the way. you took her boob into your mouth again, nipping at her skin.

“don’t stop! don’t stop! don’t fucking stop!” she begged, the desk rattling with each thrust you made.

“gonna fill you up, princess.” you said.

“yeah! yeah… fucking cum inside me.” she responded, that was enough for you to reach your second orgasm alongside her.

you felt her legs tremble as that white-hot flash of heat snapped in her stomach, her hips bucking against yours as she came. you bottomed out entirely into her and pumped your cum into her, softly groaning as you did.

“all this cause of a sucker?” she asked after a second, teasing you.

“all this and more.” you said, lifting her up again and throwing her onto the bed.

“we’re never gonna get chemistry done.” she rolled her eyes.

“we have enough chemistry here.” you joked, climbing on top of her.

“that was horrible.” she threw a soft punch at your upper arm. you two laughed in harmony.

“you know what else is horrible?” you asked.

“what?”

“that i’m still hard.”

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author’s journal

okay i think i ate w this one actually this was so fun.

also my first time writing g!p reader so i hope it’s pretty okay.

i’ve missed writing for mads so much!!! and i’m sorry if i kept any of you guys waiting cause i’ve been extremely busy with my last semester of uni ever!!!

here’s to hoping that i graduate!!

kisses xx

[loveliestlovelygirl]

tangle of strings

pianoteacher!anakin x student!reader

synopsis: mr. skywalker has been your piano instructor since you were fourteen years old. from the moment you met, you knew he was the one. he never expressed his feelings for you vocally, despite all the time you spent together. but after you turn eighteen and prepare to leave for college, he changes his tune.

w.c: 6.9k

warnings!! {minors dni}, dark content, grooming heavily featured, sexual content occurs after the reader is 18, p in v, fingering, oral, fem!reader, gentle dom!anakin, sub!reader, "loss" of virginity, jealousy, religious themes

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The piano is the only thing Mr. Skywalker told you that he loved.

He was never spotted with a girl or anyone for that matter in a romantic sense. He was always single, which never made sense to anyone in your small town because he is handsome. He’s always been handsome. His yearbook pictures from high school proved it.

When you would go over to his house for piano lessons, he would show you many things from his life, like his award cabinet, filled with every trophy and certificate he’s won from piano competitions or his yearbook photos. Those photos were one of the first things he showed you. It was one of your first memories of just you and him.

Mr. Skywalker takes a big stack of books off the shelf in his library all at once. Using his strength to balance the dusty books on his arms, he brings them to the reading table where you sit. He takes off the top one and opens it up before you.

Eventually, you find his picture. You cover your mouth as you giggle. He had thick glasses making him look like a nerd. But he was cute. So, undeniably cute to you. You wish he could be the same age. You would want to be his friend. You would want to kiss him.

If you were the same age, he could be yours.

“I wasn’t always like this,” he muses, his large body looming behind you as he looks over your head to gaze at the picture. “I used to be the kid everyone picked on. When I’d get home, I would write a song about how I was feeling. Some of those songs inspired the ones I play at my shows.”

When he talks, you gush. His warm voice is safe. He’s the kind of person you could tell all your secrets to.

And you did tell him everything you couldn’t tell your parents. You’d tell him your deepest secrets. Like the boys you crushed on. Or your new feelings of lust towards them that caught you off-guard as a teen. He understood you like no one else in the whole world. He was the first to know about your first kiss when you were sixteen. And he seemed… jealous when you told him.

“I don’t know how it happened,” you say. “One moment, we were talking and laughing. And the next thing I know, Drew is pushing me down on the bed to kiss me!” you squeal. “But don’t tell my parents. They’ll think I’m a whore.”

Mr. Skywalker pats your shoulder. “Don’t worry. I always keep your secrets. Drew is the boy in your history class, correct?”

You nod, amazed that he would remember. The last time you spoke of Drew had been several months ago. But he always pays attention to even the smallest details. That’s how you know he cares.

“I don’t know if he’s good for you,” he mutters, noticeably bitter about something. “Does he really know you? I think… he doesn’t. He’s probably just trying to use you.”

Mr. Skywalker is much older than you. And wiser. So you take his advice to heart. Maybe you shouldn’t see Drew tonight after all.

“How many times have you been kissed?” you ask him, your voice all innocent. Although your motives were anything but pure. While you might have just shared a kiss with Drew, there is one man who is truly the object of your greatest desires. You just haven’t found a way to tell him.

He shakes his head. “You know I’d rather talk about you.” That’s what he says when you pry too deeply into his private life, which only adds to your secret obsession

Anakin has always been the one thing that rivals your obsession with your instrument of choice. And it’s the only secret you kept from him all through high school because you knew he couldn’t possibly feel the same way about you.

Even if the small touches, the secret looks, and long hugs seemed to indicate otherwise. You were too afraid to ask him what it all meant. He never gave that kind of attention to anyone else.

And as an awkward teen, you were furious that you couldn’t express your love to him directly. You kept telling yourself that you would when you’re older. When you turned eighteen, you would confess to him.

Since you couldn’t tell anyone, even him, about this secret, you’d use the piano to share your soul, to put your feelings out into the atmosphere. When you play, no matter where you are, you feel him sitting on the bench beside you, watching over you. 

He taught you everything you know now. He’s the reason you chose to major in Piano Performance in college to the great horror of your parents. But what did they expect? They watched you sacrifice your youth for excellence in your craft. The nights were filled with pools of tears, cries, and screams as you played until you got the part, section, or note just right.

When your fingers rest on the ivory keys, you feel him and nothing else. He’s your muse in every song you write. 

The piece that won you a full scholarship to your dream university, you wrote it while thinking of Anakin. Your beloved piano teacher. Your closest friend. Your secret love.

He’d been in your life for so long, giving you lessons when you first showed an interest in music. How could you not love him?

He went to the same church that your family attended every Sunday. He played piano sometimes during worship service if the music minister was out on vacation or fell ill. Church was how your father met him, and they became good friends. He often came to your Sunday lunches.

Your mom always cooked fried catfish or fried chicken because that’s what your dad wanted. Mr. Skywalker, as you called him back in your high school years, would eat two plates of food. He’d say things like “I haven’t had a home cooked meal in years,” even if he was at your house just last week. You would laugh the loudest at his jokes. As you think about them now, you realize they weren’t funny, but you’re in love with him so it doesn’t matter.

After lunch, your parents would take care of the food and dishes, giving alone time with him. Like a young pup, you’d follow him outside on the back porch where you’d sit side by side on the creaky old swing.

“Do you cook or bake?” he asks you.

You haven’t the slightest idea of why he’d ask such a thing. You still lived with your parents. Your mom does most of the cooking. Your dad grills sometimes. “No. I get scared that I’ll burn myself.”

Suddenly, he reaches over for your left hand, the closest one to him, from your lap and holds it between his great palms. “Cold,” he whispers. He massages your fingers to revive them. “I wouldn’t want you to burn your hands. They’re so perfect… for playing.”

Anakin looks down at what he’s doing to you and his expression sours. At the time, you don’t know why. You wonder if you said or did something he doesn’t like because the mood changes instantly. He drops your hand and pats your thigh.

“You have piano hands, remember?” he reminds you. He smiles at you, and you feel secure again.

That’s exactly the thing that you always tell him. His hands spread out further than a whole octave, while you struggle to hit the two octave notes simultaneously without pulling a muscle. His fingers are long, and his palms are wide. You can’t compete with that.

You wonder what other things he’s good at with hands like those.

For the entirety of your high school existence, you pined and pined after him. He was always on your thoughts every minute of every day. You never grew sick of daydreaming about him. And on occasion that was reflected in your grades though you maintained a high GPA regardless. Every week was just your going through the motions of life mindlessly, only waiting for two short hours out of the week on Friday which was when you took lessons with him.

You lived solely for those two hours in which he gave you piano lessons free of charge. He said it was because you had such potential, but still to this day, you like to think he reciprocated some of your feelings even before he actually made a move on you.

For those two hours, you would sit right up against him on the leather cushion of the piano bench and play for him whatever pieces you were working on or things he assigned you from the previous week. He was never harsh with you even when you weren’t getting something.

You throw your hands on the keys, striking a dissonant chord that makes you both wince. Mr. Skywalker instantly pulls your hands away.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” he said with concern. “I promise you’ll get this. It just takes time. I know you practice too much as it is.”

“I want to be good! I want to be a star!” With that, you break down instantly and cry. He never minds when you cry in front of him.

“One day, you will be. I believe in you,” he soothes you, rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head as if you belong to him. He hugs you. “We can try again when you’re ready.”

“Okay,” you say, leaning against him to hear the echo of his heart. His heartbeat is sensual to you, even at sixteen. You can’t explain it. These stupid hormonal feelings you have for him are so wrong. But when you look up into his passionate eyes, you see the man you want to spend the rest of your life with. You have to marry him. You have to.

From the time you were five, you were afraid of thunder and lightning. Terrified by it actually. The fear is still with you today. But it was so much worse in middle school and high school. You started taking lessons from Anakin when you were fourteen years old. And you were still such a child then. You remembered the time it stormed so hard during your lesson that you had to spend the night at his house because it was too dangerous for your mother to come pick you up. But that also meant you couldn’t hide your abnormal fear of a thunderstorm from Anakin.

He had this giant plush rug under the piano. When you asked him about it, he said that it caught the sound. At the tail end of your lesson, the night you had to stay over, lightning struck close to his house and spooked you so much that you shrieked and slipped under the piano, curling up on that soft rug like a scared puppy.

Anakin was such a sweetheart because he followed you there.

“Hey,” he whispers, rubbing your back, “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”

You cry into your arms, hiding your face. “I know! I know it’s stupid of me. I just—”

“It’s not stupid. We all have different fears.” After he says that, he lies on his back beside you. “But I won’t let the storm hurt you, okay. We can stay here all night.”

And that you did. You cowered under the grand piano in his parlor all night long. That was the first time you ever cuddled with a boy, only he was a man almost twice your age. But that didn’t bother you. And it seemed not to bother him. He let you hold onto him through the night and squeeze him a little harder when you heard thunder. It has been one of your most precious memories of your piano teacher.

You had always known Anakin could be a little jealous. Any time you would mention your school friends the air would get tense, as if he didn’t want you to have anyone else in your life but him. He never said that, but he didn’t have to. There was always rage somewhere beneath the still blueness of his eyes, but his rage was never directed towards you until you told him that Drew wanted you to be his girlfriend.

You were seventeen. And you were so excited to have your first boyfriend even if you weren’t in love with him. At least people might not tease you for still being a virgin because it wouldn’t be so obvious. Anakin never did make fun of you for your innocence. He always said that it’s okay to wait until you’re ready or for the right person.

Immediately after you share the news of your official relationship with Drew, he freezes and closes the lid to the piano keys.

His jaw is tight. His voice is tense. “Maybe... we should be done for today.” He doesn’t even acknowledge what you said, as if he’s afraid to.

But you have no one else to celebrate with. Drew is a secret you keep from them because he’s not involved in church. “Did you hear me?” you press.

He grinds his teeth hard, and you hear bone against bone. Anakin nods. “I did.”

You nudge his arm. “Well?”

“Well what?” he snaps bitterly. He turns slightly to glare at you. “You know how I feel ab—about him.”

You roll your eyes. Anakin is a dramatic guy sometimes. “Drew isn’t that bad. He can be sweet. And he’s going to take me to prom!”

Anakin rises off the piano bench and pats down his black slacks. “So, you don’t care what I think then?” He’s staring down upon you with overwhelming disapproval. The muscles of his arms bulge when he crosses them over his chest.

Palms against the leather cushion, you hold yourself up. You notice yourself trembling when you realize that he’s not teasing you. He’s very upset... with you. Why would he be—does this mean—does he feel something after all?

“Of course, I do, Mr. Skywalker.”

“I told you not to get close with him!” he shouts. You’ve never heard him raise his voice at  you. “He has bad intentions. He’s just a dumb kid. What does he know about loving you?”

You start to sob. “I’m sorry. I thought you might be... happy for me?”

He scoffs. And it sounds like you disgust him right now. “I don’t want to hear about him ever again. I don’t want to know anything about your little boyfriend. Do. You. Understand?”

Having him speak to you that way made you feel like a little girl. And you hated that feeling more than anything else. You knew that you were innocent, and you hated yourself for it because it made you feel inadequate to love the man you really wanted.

But now you’d do anything to have that innocence again. You didn’t realize at the time how free you once were. Growing up was harder than you thought it would be. It almost broke you.

You were lucky to have someone like Anakin to build you back up again, even if he was the one that tore you down that time.

After he yelled at you, you rushed out of his home as quickly as you could. The silence lasted a day. And then he drove to your house and knocked on your door. He held in his hands a bouquet of white roses and on his lips was the apology you were waiting for. 

Nothing changed between you after that. Until your next birthday came around.

Up to your eighteenth birthday, your interactions were mostly harmless. But when you turned eighteen, an official adult, the tension between you had changed. The energies you both entertained shifted and became... dare you say... sexual to a degree. Anakin seemed to treat you a little differently now that you were fair game.

To celebrate your eighteenth birthday, he was there. In fact, he was the only one you insisted that mother invite. Not Drew or any of your school friends. Just Anakin. And he had to be there because he really was your one true friend. You couldn’t imagine celebrating your birthday without him. He was always a guest at your birthday parties, but he gave you a special gift this year, one so unforgettable that sometimes you hear it clear as day.

Anakin wrote you a piano solo. One that was simple, sweet, and addicting. You told him to play it again and again. After cake and presents, you made him teach you how to play it. You were very proficient now, and often could play things just by hearing them once. But the chords he chose for your song were unique and shouldn’t have meshed so well together. But they did.��Just like you and him. Unlikely friends. Star-crossed lovers in your head.

The two of you stayed at the piano all evening, messing around with the song. By the end, you both had figured out how to layer the notes and chords in an even more perfect duet. Playing piano with him was almost the best birthday gift in the world to you. But it was not what you wished for.

You wished for a kiss.

But that would mean you’d have to tell him how you felt. And you were terrified. As an adult, now you could. It was more empowering than you thought it could be.

But you never did find a chance to tell me on your birthday. You were too afraid to ruin your night with a love confession. You know he would do the right thing and reject you, but that didn’t stop you from dreaming for the impossible.

When you walked him outside to his car—you insisted—your secret birthday wish came true. Not in the way you expected. But a kiss did happen. Your piano teacher kissed you on the cheek. Your face burned the whole night through. You couldn’t sleep because you wanted to know what it meant. He had never used his lips to touch any part of you before.

Physical contact had always been an important part of your bond with Anakin since the beginning. There were always the hugs that lasted just a little too long. And he seemed to always find an excuse to hold your hand. But he was your piano teacher, and the hand-to-hand contact always felt necessary and never strange.

But following your very special birthday, you found him staring at you a little longer, a little more deeply, and he seemed to always find an excuse to touch you, not in a sexual way but in a way that led you to believe the attraction wasn’t one sided.

He’d tuck your hair behind your ears, brush the side of your arm, and sit impossibly close to you that you swore you could almost hear his heartbeat. Anakin had never been hesitant to touch you before, but if there were any boundaries before, they were forgotten by him. And you enjoyed it. His new attention made you feel special and wanted. And that was all you ever wanted.

You began to touch him too. And seek physical attention from him. You would nuzzle his arm. Slip your fingers between his. Tap your shoes against his. He’d always notice, and he always hugged you or kissed your cheek in response.

You two were getting closer than ever before. Sometimes... you would barely touch the keys, getting lost in conversation. At this point, Drew and any other boy you were interested in before might as well have been dead. There was only room in your heart for Anakin.

And you had discovered a way to tell him without using your fragile words.

You sit on the bench waiting for him to get off the phone with his mother. She called him shortly after he let you in. About ten minutes later, he comes back.

“Sorry. I was worried she was in trouble,” he says, taking his spot beside you. “Now, where were we last week?”

“We... didn’t really go over anything.”

He bites into his full lower lip with a mischievous look in his eyes. “What are you paying me for then?”

You laugh because you’ve never once paid him for his time. You nudge his thigh with yours. “Honestly, I don’t really think there’s much more you could teach me.”

He raises a brow. “Oh really?”

You nod. “Actually, I’ve been writing something for you.”

His jaw lowers, and his mouth hangs open slightly. “How long have you kept this secret?”

“Since my birthday.”

He slips his arm around your back and rests his hand on your hip. “I’m impressed. Show me?”

You gulp heavily. That had been the plan today. It is ready for him. He’d never judge you even if it were bad. But you know that it’s not. You know that he’ll know what this piece means. He knows you too well. He’s too perceptive of everything. You wrote it in his favorite key, C minor.

With your hands a little shaky, your fingers glide softly across the piano and press down powerfully in chords. Through music, you profess your love. Anakin sits beside you and waits for you to finish. When you do, he’s waiting, staring with tears thickening his dark eyelashes. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t say anything, but you know... he knows how you feel.

You tug on his shirt, drawing him closer. A war of heart and mind reflects on his face. He’s doubting what he wants. His resistance is half-hearted. It isn’t long before he scoops you up in his arms and kisses you. This time his mouth is on your lips, wetting them, and tugging them apart to fill you with his tongue.

Drew was never this good. His mouth was sloppy and tight. Anakin kisses like he’s done this a thousand times before. And he kisses like he wants you. Like he’s wanted you for such a long time, despite how wrong you both know that is.

He holds you down in his lap, and you hug him tightly, carding your fingers through his dreamy hair. You start to feel lightheaded because you haven’t been able to breathe, but you don’t want to stop him. If you stop him, he might think and realize that he doesn’t want you anymore.

But you’re dying. Turning blue. You tap his shoulder. And he stops devouring you. His lips sparkle when he smiles. “Too much for you, baby?”

You sharply inhale, finally catching your breath. You shake your head. You want more. You need it. More isn’t even enough.

You spend the whole lesson entangled with one another until your mother comes to pick you up.

For the next month, that’s all you did. Kiss and kiss and kiss. Breathe and breathe and breathe. And kiss some more. You wondered why he was waiting to take you to his bed. You wanted that with him, but he never asked you to go that far. He seemed afraid. Even when his affection was overflowing in passion as you always knew it would be, it was clear that he was holding himself back. Did he need you to tell him what to do?

Your make out sessions extended beyond just your lesson time. Whenever he would come over to your house, he would go upstairs with you to your bedroom, and you’d end up tangled in the sheets. Though with every item of clothing on. Your parents never suspected anything was happening to their young, virtuous daughter. They trusted him completely. And so did you. You would have done anything he asked of you no matter the risks.

Even at church, he’d find a way to get you alone. In the girl’s bathroom. During the preacher’s sermon.

Anakin lifts you onto the sink and spreads your legs out so that he can fit between them and get close to you. Thumb under your chin, he tilts your face up to his. He grins before going in for a kiss.

Your lavender baby doll dress rides up your thighs as he inches closer. He presses up against the crotch of your panties. The dampness is cold against your tender flesh. His erection only grows as the friction between you builds, your bodies rubbing against each other in a clothed attempt to satisfy yourselves sexually.

And now you’re glad you waited and didn’t mess around with Drew like he wanted when you were together. Because that means Anakin could be your very first.

He freezes up when you try to unbuckle his big belt. Anakin looks at you strangely, almost disturbed by your actions.

You lean to his ear and whisper, “I. Want. It.” You had thought your seductive voice would be enough to cast him off the edge of all hesitation, that he’d bend to your will and give you what you want.

But all you did was kill the fire.

Head shaking, he backs away. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

And you didn’t see him for nearly a month after that. But you don’t regret what you said. You were tired of just endless make out sessions. It seemed so immature, and you knew you were ready for something real.

All of those memories, those beautiful capsules of your favorite times with Anakin, are the reason you find yourself on his doorstep, a quarter till midnight in the pouring rain.

Complete desperation.

You took your moms car without permission just to drive over despite the threat of a storm. And you’re still deathly afraid of them. But you came anyway. Because tomorrow, you’re leaving for college. You might not get another chance to fix things. Death would be better than living another moment without him.

“You haven’t been answering my texts or my calls, Anakin.”

The door is barely cracked open, just enough that you can see his pale face. Dark circles surround his rainy eyes.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he mutters, not even making eye contact.

Thunder echoes behind you. The wind blows your hair around. Leaves rustle, filling the silence between you both. It’s going to storm soon. You had been stupid enough to drive to his house just before a storm. But you couldn’t take not knowing what had happened to him and why he was dodging your calls.

The eyes that used to linger a little too long won’t acknowledge you even as you stand in front of him.

“Why are you being like this? This isn’t you!” you nearly scream. You’re so afraid that he’s not only pushing you away but also ejecting you from his life completely, as if the memories you share can be erased. He’s engrained in almost every memory you have.

“It can’t happen. Go away.”

He tries to close the door on you, but you stick the toe of your right shoe in the crack before it shuts.

“Please… please don’t do this.”

Anakin’s eyes are bloodshot as if he’s been crying. “What I want isn’t right. I can’t do it. I don’t know if I could live with myself after.”

Does he really hate me so much? Is that the truth? Perhaps it’s your naivety, but you won’t let him go so easily. You have suffered in silence for nearly a decade, pining after him, waiting for him to reciprocate the depth of your feelings. Your hands shake as you reach out to him. If he would just… hold your hand like he used to, then maybe everything would be alright.

Your fingertips brush against each other. You feel the spark instantly, and it travels down your spine, leaving you wanting to touch him more.

“What about what I want?”

Anakin blinks several times before he speaks. It’s as if he didn’t consider your feelings in this decision. “You’re… not in a position to see things clearly. You’re—”

“Don’t say it!” you exclaim, squeezing your fists. “I’m not a child. I’m all grown up. And you know it. You see it.”

Anakin sighs a long time, his eyes scanning down your body. “Of course, I see it. But that doesn’t make it okay.”

Though you can never overpower him, you still try to force the door open. “Just let me in. We can talk. Just let me talk to you.”

Anakin’s frown is firm, and his stillness enforces that he’s not backing down. “I don’t know. If I let you in… if you cry… I’ll want to hold you. Then things might happen. I don’t know if I can control myself around you.”

Hugging yourself, you gaze upwards, into eyes that finally meet yours. His eyes reveal his mourning, his grief, his lust. It’s the latter that sends shivers through your body. The knowing that he wants you is more than you can take.

“I don’t want you to.”

There.

You said it.

You have told him exactly what you want. And if you hadn’t made it painfully obvious before, he knows now that you’re no longer thinking like a little girl.

Following a sigh of defeat, he backs away from the door, and you move in.

All the lights are off in his home. He must have been sitting in the dark like a vampire. The piano lid is open. He never left it open unless he was actively playing.

Anakin strides across the room to seat himself on the piano bench. He taps the spot next to him. “You’re right.... We should talk. Talk. Nothing more.”

Sitting beside him here feels like the most natural thing in the world. Here, you’re not afraid to speak from the heart. He’d never judge you even if he disagrees. But you’re not so sure he disagrees this time.

He wants you too.

“I couldn’t let you go back. I can’t believe you drove in the rain.”

You shrug. “It’s just rain. The storm hasn’t—”

The windows flash like they would in a horror flick, and thunder comes after. With a whimper, you grab onto his arm.

“I can drive you back home once we talk,” he says emotionlessly, gently pulling you off him.

But you double down and grab his arm, tugging him back again. “Don’t push me away.”

He doesn’t do it again. He stills. And sighs. “That’s the last thing that I want to do.”

With your chin resting on his sleeve, you look up at him, wide-eyed. “Just kiss me like you always do. And don’t think about it.” You stretch your arm out and fiddle with the top button of his dress shirt. “I’m not thinking.”

His chest rises and falls with his breaths. He doesn’t stop you as you unbutton his shirt.

When you rise on your knees, you’re at eye level. He’s so much bigger than you even now. He makes you feel so small. Holding onto his arm, you lean close and peck his clean-shaven cheek. He winces as if you pricked him with a needle.

“Angel, I shouldn’t.”

You kiss him again, closer to his lips, almost tasting him. “It’s me. Don’t you want me?”

Finally, he turns and looks in your eyes. Then at your mouth. “Don’t tell anyone. You... understand how this might look. What they might say about—”

“I’m good at keeping secrets,” you whisper. “What’s one more?”

You finish unbuttoning his shirt for him. Taking care of him feels good. You run your fingertips down his chest and his abdomen. His bare skin. It’s soft and warm. Suddenly, he grabs your wrist.

“Cold hands,” he murmurs. He takes your hands between them. He rubs his hands over your fast to warm them with friction.

“Sorry.”

Still rubbing your hands, he stands and leads you to the back of his grand piano near the flashing window.

Any other time, you would be trembling in fear because of the loud storm, but tonight you’re trembling because of the new feelings bubbling inside you. You’ve never been so aroused before.

“Can I hold you?” he says as pulls you into his embrace.

You can hear his steady heartbeat and feel it pumping right against your sensitive ear. Your piano teacher holds you against him and tangles his talented fingers in your hair. He sniffs your neck before taking a bite. His teeth pinch your flesh, and his tongue soothes you. The pain he leaves in several spots along your neck means that he’s marked you as his.

Your own heart is racing at lightning speed. You can’t think. In his arms, you’re helpless to his whims. You need him to tell you what to do. All you want is to please him.

“I’ll do anything,” you whisper to him so weakly you question if he hears you.

Anakin slowly unzips the back of your dress. “Consider this a teaching moment.” His voice doesn’t sound like it usually does. The undertones are sultry and possessive. “I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to—” He stops to pull down your dress, and his eyes wander over your pretty body. You wore transparent lace underwear and a matching bralette. He can see everything you hide from the rest of the world.

And he tells you, “You’re perfection.”

That makes you want to kiss him so badly. You try to lift yourself to reach his lips, but he’s too tall.

“Be patient,” he chides. “I want you to lay down first.” He guides you under the piano.

You lie down on your back atop the giant rug. Instantly, relaxation takes over as you remember all the times you used to lie here with him, hiding from the storm. Never did you think this would be the place where you’d give yourself to him. This must be meant to be.

He follows you after fully undressing. His body is every inch a man’s.  His size makes you feel so small. He runs the risk of crushing you with his weight.

Lying on his side, he looks down at you, watching his own fingers running under the elastic of your lacy panties. “Take these off and spread your legs.” He whispers kisses to your cheek. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”

Nodding, you do as you’re told and wiggle out of your underwear. He snatches them from you and crunches them in his hands before throwing them over his shoulder. You proceed with fanning your legs open. The air is frigid as it touches you.

Anakin is looking where no one else has. “I’m so proud of you for waiting. Saving yourself just for me.”

You gasp as he kisses you between your legs. He kisses you there for a long time. It feels strange and wonderful. The feeling building inside you makes you moan and your toes curl. You feel so good your body aches. You hear your own heartbeat. You breathe but can’t find relief. Nothing soothes the need inside you but his mouth, his lips, his tongue. And before long you hit the breaking point, pleasure storming through your body from your place beneath him. Your cries are dampened by the thunderous sounds outside, but he hears you. He stops to look at your face. Making eye contact with him heightens the vulnerability of the situation. The intense way he looks at you burns. He notices every little change in your expression.

Anakin knows he made you feel good, but he still asks, “Did you like that?” He brushes the wild strands of hair away from your face. You know you’re precious to him. He sweetly kisses your forehead. “I like your taste.”

Your cheeks are seared by that comment. You cover your eyes, not wanting to let him see how he’s affecting you. “I did like it.”

“Do you want to do more?” He kisses your lips this time, and you taste yourself. “I don’t want to push you if you’re not ready.”

“I am ready!” you lift your head up and cup his cheek. “Don’t make me wait longer. I’m leaving tomorrow.” You bite your lip, knowing how dangerous what you’re about to say is because of who you’re saying it to. “Do you really want some college guy to be the one who gets me first?”

As if trying to reject the image you gave his mind, he closes his eyes and tightens his jaw. “No,” is his short answer. From the way his lips are pressed together, you know he wants to say more, but he’s saving you from his own selfish anger.

“Me either.” You rub his cheek with your thumb. “Anakin,” it feels right to call him by his first name instead of Mr. Skywalker, “I’ve waited for you. I always knew this would happen.”

He chuckles lightly. “I never gave you permission to use my name. Don’t forget—” he grunts as he slides two of his fingers between your slick folds and pushes them inside, “your manners, young one.”

These same fingers were the ones that rested atop yours when you were first learning to play piano. They pointed to the right key when you played the wrong note. They pointed to the sheet music to guide you along for all these years. They held your hands when they were cold.

And now he’s using them to teach you something new. But he’s just as skilled at fingering you as he is with music. You’re like his new instrument. He’s plucking all the right strings in just the right way to make you cry out for him. With your body pliant, he controls when you come. He doesn’t make you wait for it. He uses his thumb too and nudges until you come. It’s wetter than the last. And he instructs you to lick his fingers off when he’s done.

“Do you want to keep going?” he asks again. “Don’t hate me for asking.” He hangs his head a little.

What he doesn’t understand is how insatiable he’s caused you to be. There were so many times you thought you might explode from how desperately you wanted him. But now it’s okay if that does happen.

“Keep going. Please,” you beg. You’re not ready to stop. You’ve waited for this moment since you were fourteen years old. If it were up to you, you’d live here forever.

“If that’s what you really want,” Anakin moves from lying at your side to settling himself between your legs.

“It is,” you reassure him. Holding onto his neck, you pull yourself up a bit. “Can you kiss me too?”

He grins before pushing you down, his large hand spread out over your soft stomach, and he chases your lips as you fall. You’re partially distracted by his mouth as his cock slides inside you. You had expected it to be more of a challenge, all things considered. Throughout high school, your friends always complained about how much it hurt their first time. Some girls bled too. And that had scared you, which is one of the reasons you never took Drew up on his many offers of a “good time.” Deep down you knew he wouldn’t treat you right. But Anakin clearly is experienced with having sex. Maybe he wasn’t as alone as you thought he had been all those years.

This being your very first time, it does sting when he fills you completely, his bony hips pressed against yours. You feel the tightness and the stretch. But you enjoy how it feels. You’re so close to passing out just because this is as close as you can get to someone.

Anakin rocks in and out slowly. Maybe he can feel that you’re tired. He’s being gentle with you despite how much he wants to rail your cunt to shreds. You can tell when he’s holding himself back. He has that weary, pained look in his rainy eyes. A part of you wants to tell him that it’s okay. Let go. But you both know that you couldn’t handle the full extent of his lust.

“Can I come inside you?” he asks before sinking his teeth into a bruise along your neck.

Short of breath, you answer, “I said... anything.”

“Okay,” his shaky voice whispers. He buries his face into the curve of your neck and moans your name into your skin. He pulls your hair gently as he finishes, his heat spreading through your core. It’s so much that you feel it leaking out.

After, he holds you there all night long. He doesn’t let you leave. And you wouldn’t want to escape.

The three words he says to you as you leave his house the morning after, you realize that he’s lied to you all the years you’ve known him.

The piano isn’t his only love or his only obsession.

It’s an outlet, and yet a mask for his sin nature which you understand more deeply than any other girl ever will.

He’s kept his real obsession hidden from everyone but you.

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I come to humbly ask if we can please have some Miguel smut? I just really need to be fucked silly by a big strong man 🥺

𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ♡

Thank you for the request! Sometimes you just need to be fucked silly by an almost seven foot tall guy, and that’s valid

Miguel O'hara x afab!reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: Smut (18+, mdni!) Language. Lingerie. Biting. Thigh riding, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected p in v, cream pie. Miguel picks up the reader, possibly a bit of a size kink (reader's height and body shape isn't mentioned, but Miguel is 6'9 and very big and buff) No spoilers for the movie.

Despite you and Miguel being deeply in love and living together, it’s not much you get to see him.  

You had wanted to surprise Miguel by waiting up for him. And you had tried, you really had, but at last, you had lost the fight against sleep as the hours went by and your eyelids grew heavier and heavier. You had started to snooze off on the couch in your and Miguel’s shared living room a little while ago. 

You know why he does what he does, how he feels like he has a duty, and no matter how much you miss him and how much you worry about him when he’s out there, you’d never ask him to stop. You love him, and you love him even more for everything he does and all the sacrifices he makes to fulfill that sense of duty he has. You really, really love him, but you also miss him. 

You know how much he secretly despises himself for all the nights you have to fall asleep without him, and all the times you wake up to an empty bed too. 

That is why you wanted to surprise him tonight. You wanted to give him a good time, to show you how much you love him. 

To, hopefully, help make him feel a little less guilty about not spending as much time together as you both wish you could and to give him some, much-needed, stress relief. 

You had spent your evening cleaning the apartment. After that you had awarded yourself with an extra long soak in the tub, letting your mind wander as you had scrubbed and lotioned your body. You have actually had this night planned for a few days, and you had even gone out and gotten yourself some new lingerie for the occasion. A beautiful lacey set with matching garters, which you had slipped on after your bath.

It had been a while since you had felt as sexy and confident as you had after looking yourself over in the full-length mirror of your bedroom before you had wrapped your favorite satin robe around yourself and gone to the living room to wait for Miguel to come home. 

And you had waited and waited and waited. 

You are now curled up on the couch, your consciousness floating in a hazy state between wakefulness and sleep. Just as you are about to fully doze off, some kind of sound pierce your mind and you slowly gain a little of your perception back. ‘The door’ you think, it was the click of the front door you heard. The sleepy fog is slowly lifting from your thoughts. And just as you remember what you had planned and what had happened you open your tired eyes to be met with a tall figure towering over you.      

“Mig..?” You croak out, before letting out a little surprised shriek as you’re suddenly being lifted from the couch as Miguel scoops you up in his big, strong arms.  

“Sorry, querida, didn’t mean to wake you.” The familiar baritone of Miguel’s voice is hitting your ears.  You want to protest, he might not have meant to wake you but you hadn’t meant to fall asleep in the first place.

This is not how you had planned for him to find you when he came home. You had meant for him to step into the living room where you had lit candles, and in your dream scenario you would have scattered a few rose petals on the floor leading to the bedroom, but you had settled with the candles. You would have greeted him with a crooked smile while slowly untying the belt that holds your rope in place. But you had fallen asleep and he has now instead walked in on you sprawled out on the couch, and not in a particularly sexy way. Your plan gone completely down the drain. 

“Why don’t we get you to bed, sweetheart?” He says, already on his way toward the bedroom with you in his arms.     

“No, no, I’m not even tired,” you protest. It might sound like a lie after he just found you knocked out on the couch, but you actually mean it. You suddenly feel wide awake despite how late it is. But you guess that Miguel’s probably exhausted by now and that you shouldn’t even try to put the naughty plan you had made for tonight into action.

 You come to this conclusion, even though it saddens you a little, as you reach your bedroom and Miguel finally sits you down in front of your bedroom door. 

“Get in bed, sweetheart, I’ll join you in a bit, just have to put those candles out in the living room,” he says quickly, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before turning around to go back into the living room. 

You sigh as you push open the door to your bedroom, you’re suddenly feeling like an idiot for having thought that this would have been a good idea, to begin with. It is already hours past midnight, he is clearly exhausted and just wants to go to bed.

You untie your robe and walk over to your dresser to pull out a set of soft, unsexy pajamas to change into, but you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, making you stop as you’re just about to change out of your lacey attire

You can’t help but walk over to the mirror to take one last glance at yourself. You had felt so good when you had stood in front of the mirror earlier. You let the now-open robe slide down your shoulders and fall to the floor.

You have to admit, you really made the right choice at the boutique when you picked out this set. It looks amazing, hugging you in all the right places, and somehow manages to look both sexy and classy at the same time. You turn a little in front of the mirror, as you get lost in your own thoughts for a bit, making you not hear when Miguel walks towards the bedroom again. You jump slightly as he opens the door, catching you off guard. 

“What were all those candles even-“ he cuts himself off mid-sentence and stops dead in his tracks as your eyes lock with his in the mirror. 

You see how his eyes scan your near-exposed body, looking you up and down before his eyes again find yours in the mirror. 

“I, uhm, I wanted to surprise you tonight, but I fell asleep…” You shrug a little defeated, but a little glimmer of hope starts to bubble in your chest at the expression on Miguel’s face, hungry and intrigued. 

“You wanted to surprise me..?” He sounds amused, a smile tucking at the corner of his lips. 

“Yeah, it's just that we haven’t seen each other much these last week and I’ve just been missing you and I thought this would be nice, but…” 

“But..?” He arches a brow, a sly smile now plastered on his lips. “I think it’s very nice.”

“Yeah?” You smile back at him, maybe this night hasn’t gone completely out the window after all. 

“Yeah.” He says as he steps over to you. “And I’m sorry that we haven’t seen much of each other. I wish that it could be different, I really do, but-“

“Don’t you dare apologize,” You cut him off. “I know why you have to be out there and I love you for it, Miguel. I just missed you, that’s all.” 

“I miss you too, sweetheart,” he says before putting his arms around you. He just holds you for a little while, letting your bodies do the talking. “Love you so much,” he sighs as he squeezes you a little extra tight before finally letting go of you, only to duck down to crash his lips onto yours.

It starts out sweet, but it doesn’t take long for the kiss to turn heated.

You only break the kiss after your lungs have started to burn and you literally need to stop so that you can catch your breath, but Miguel just takes this as an opportunity to start licking and kissing his way up your neck. Your eyes roll back as he reaches an especially sensitive spot just under your ear, and you tilt your head a little to the side to give him better access. 

Your action is not lost on him and you let out a little whine as he starts to suck down at the soft skin with a bit more force until he detached his lips from your skin with a wet pop, only to gently place your earlobe between his teeth. 

“I’ve missed you so much, sweetheart,” he says softly into your ear before nuzzling his nose against the side of your neck and taking in a deep breath, almost like he is trying to inhale you, to breathe in your essence to always have a part of you with him.

You can’t help but let out a little whine at his words and you squirm a little in your seat on his lap as the warm tingling in your cunt intensifies and turns into a needy throbbing instead, which makes you start to grind your clothed pussy slowly against Miguel’s muscular thigh. 

Miguel’s hands find your hips, gently squeezing into your soft skin as he starts to slowly move you against his strong thigh whose muscle you can feel flexing under you as he starts to slowly bounce it up and down to match the movements of your hips.

“I have missed doing this with you too,” he says into your skin before he starts kissing your neck again. You let out a low moan and bring your hands up to his hair and you bury your fingers into his dark locks, making him let out a low growl sound from deep within his chest which only makes you all the more turned on. 

“Ah, fuck, Miguel, I-I...” You babble as you feel how the lace of your panties are growing damper and damper against him.

“Just tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he encourages you as he gives your hips a reassuring squeeze, leaning his head back to look at you, his beautiful brown eyes locking with your own.  

“Need you, Miguel,” you pant out, “need you to touch me.”

He is quick to act on your request, lifting you from his lap to flip you over and laying you down on your shared bed, your back against the soft mattresses as he is hovering over you, caging you between his arms. He comes crashing down on you, his lips finding yours in a hungry, passionate kiss, removing one hand from the mattress to sneak it between your bodies.

“Mmm,” you happily hum into his lips as you feel his fingers against your warm skin. 

“God, baby,” He groans as he slips his hand down your panties. “You’re fucking soaked, sweetheart. You really meant it when you said you have missed me, huh?” 

“Yeah I–oh, fuck–Miguel,” you softly cry, as he starts to circle your clit teasingly slow with his thumb while his middle and index fingers start to slide between wet your folds, coating them in the wetness of your arousal as he starts to tease around your entrance.

You exclaim a series of pathetic whimpering sounds as he starts to slide into you, first pumping into you with one finger but soon adding another, stretching your pussy out on his thick digits. You grab the sheets, clenching the soft fabric in your fist as Miguel starts to pump his fingers faster and faster into you.

“You are so beautiful,” Miguels tell you, he sounds almost drunk at the sight of you getting fucked by his fingers. “My sweet, beautiful girl,” he continues.  

He is curling his fingers, hitting your g-spot, oh so perfectly, and you feel yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge. 

“I-I’m so close, Miguel.” 

“I know, baby, I know,” he says, dipping his head down to leave a kiss on your collarbone before bringing his head back up to look at you again. “Come on, baby, I know you can, cum for me sweet thing.”

Your eyes roll back and your mouth falls agape as your walls begin to flutter and squeeze down around Miguel’s girthy fingers as your climax reaches you and washes over you in hot, blissful waves. He keeps pumping into you, letting you ride it out to the fullest. When he finally removes his fingers from you, he slips them between his lips and happily hums as he sucks them clean of your juices. 

“Mmm, you’re so delicious, baby,” he hums, “you think I can have a better taste, sweetheart?” He says as he sits himself down between your legs, hands gently massaging your thighs. 

“I think we can arrange that,” you chuckle, still a little out of breath from your climax. 

“Well, lucky me,” Miguel chuckles as his fingers slip under one of your garters and slowly start to slide it down your thigh and then your calf until you can slip your foot out. You expect him to remove the other garter in a similar way, but he doesn’t, instead, he dips his head down to your thigh, leaving a wet kiss on your warm skin before taking the lace between his teeth and start to slowly slide the garter down your thigh with his mouth. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and lets them follow the garter’s journey down your legs until he has to let go of the delicate fabric between his teeth so you can be freed from the lingerie, leaving you completely bare under him. 

“God, baby,” he gasps out, looking you up and down with a lovestruck look on his face as you lay spread out for him, your legs wide open for him. “You’re so gorgeous,” he continues, hands coming up to gently squeeze your thighs as he spreads your legs even wider. He leans down over you, leaving a sweet kiss on your lips before getting back into position between your legs.   

“So beautiful,” he sighs, locking eyes with you for a second before lowering his head, licking and kissing his way up your groin before burying his face between your thighs. He slides his tongue through your folds. 

He starts out slowly but is soon turning up the tempo as he gets more and more lost in the taste of you. Miguel has always loved eating you out, you sometimes wonder if he is enjoying it more than you and that says a lot cause you really, really enjoy it.  

He adds a little more pressure, making you wail out with pleasure as he nuzzles his nose against your clit while lapping into you with a tempo and precision that has your legs shaking. You tangle your fingers into his hair, tucking at the roots which makes him moan into you. The vibrations of his moan are sending a chill up your spine and you can’t help but buckle your hips, gently grinding against his face as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your second orgasm.   

“Fu-uck, Miguel!” You whine out as your body and mind reaches a state of absolute ecstasy. “I-I’m coming–fuuuck–Miguel I’m coming,” you whimper out in between heavy breaths. Your hips are jerking as Miguel’s tongue keeps fucking you through your climax until you’re feeling too sensitive and gently pushes his face away from your cunt.   

Miguel takes in a heavy breath as he finally detaches his mouth from your pussy.  

“You always taste so good, been way too long since I’ve last tasted you, baby,” he smiles at you as you slowly come back down to the earth after having been sent to cloud nine by his skillful mouth. His chin and lips are glistening in the gentle light of the bedside lamp. 

He climbs up over your body, caging you in between his arms once again as he dives down, kissing your lips so sweet and loving that it has your heart clench with love and contentment.

 You take his face between your hands, cupping his cheeks as you kiss him back as you taste yourself on his lips. The before-so-sweet kiss turns heated as you start licking into his mouth so that you can deepen the kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. It’s now that you realize how very naked you are and how very clothed he still is. You break the kiss to look into the deep hickory brown sea of his eyes.  

“I think you should get out of these clothes, you know?” you whisper as you rub your hands up over the fabric covering his broad chest.

“Yeah?” He grins down at you.

“Yeah,” you confirm, a sly smile on your lips as you look up at the man you love. 

He is quick to follow your orders, lifting himself from the bed to get rid of his clothes, but not before planting another sweet kiss on your lips. He first gets rid of his shirt, peeling the fabric off to reveal his broad shoulders and chest. The sight of him undressing for you has your cunt throbbing once again, you don’t even think you have been fully aware of just how horny and how much you have missed being intimate with Miguel these past weeks. You are so pent up and your hands and your vibrator just haven’t been able to satisfy you like how Miguel can. 

His pants are soon following his shirt on the floor and he is left in only a pair of tight boxer briefs that hugs his thick thighs oh so deliciously and looks like they’re about to be bursting at the seams by the immense and rock-hard bulge that he is sporting, a little wet spot of precum darkening the fabric.     

You can’t help but gawk as he starts to slide the garment down his hips and thighs, his cock springing free, thick and throbbing, slapping heavily up against his stomach. Despite how familiar you are with him and his body, and how many times you have seen him like this before, it seems like the sheer size of him never ceases to amaze you and it makes your need for him reach a whole new level.  

“Fuck, baby, I need you inside of me so bad,” you sigh as you reach out for him, sitting up on your knees as he comes back down on the bed to you.  

“Need to be inside of you too,” he grunts as you wrap your hands around the base of his cock, giving him a little squeezing. He really must have enjoyed himself as he ate you out cause his tip is almost purple at this point and already dripping with precum.

It really is a beautiful sight and you can’t help but feel a little proud that you are the reason for his arousal. He has the most beatiful cock you have ever seen, and if you weren't as desperate to have him in you right now as you are you would have got on all fours and choked on it right this instant. But you lay back down on your back instead, sprawling yourself out for him. 

Most often when you’re having sex you’ll be in a position that has you on top, he is so big that you often have to be the one that controls the pace to avoid you becoming all too sore, and so you can at least somewhat walk the next day. But tonight you want him to be in control, to let him have his way with you. 

“Then come here,” you say, smiling up at him as he does as you ask.   

His dark eyes sparkle as they look down at you with awe. He kisses your lips as he positions himself, the tip of his cock teasing at your entrance. Despite how needy the both of you are, he really takes his time, slowly letting your walls adjust, giving you time to adapt to the size of him as he slowly gives you inch after inch. He is kissing you through the whole thing until he finally bottoms out. You feel so full, the size of him is both slightly painful and absolutely amazing at the same time. 

“God dammit, querida, you feel so good,” he whispers against your lips, “so warm and so fucking tight,” he groans as he gently nibbles at your bottom lip. It has a hot rush of desire run through you and the pain is quickly forgotten, only leaving a feeling of flaming hot love and desire for Miguel in its place. 

“Move,” you sigh into his ear, your voice low and raspy. “Please, Miguel, I-” but you are caught off as he begins to slide out of you only to ram back into you, making you let out a breathy moan. He lifts up your legs, making you cross them around his hips as he pulls out of you again only for him to drill his cock back into you. 

“This is what you wanted, huh?” He asks as he locks eyes with you to see your reaction as he continues his movements. 

“Yes, yes… Just what I wanted,” you nod your head eagerly, already feeling tears of pleasure starting to form in the corner of your eyes. “Been missing this. Fuuuck, been… been missing you.”    

“I’ve missed you too, baby. I hate that I have to leave you so often.” 

He picks up the pace, going at an almost brutal speed now as if to make up for lost time.

“You are doing so good, baby,” he encourages, “taking me so damn well.” 

You are clinging to him for dear life as each of his thrusts pushes you further up the mattress, only for his broad hands, which are firmly planted at your waist, to pull you back down to meet each savage snap of his hips. He kisses along your neck and collarbone, while he murmurs about how beautiful you are, how wonderful and smart you are, and how much he loves you. 

He hits something so perfect inside you and you can feel how the knot in your abdomen tightens and tightens, so close to exploding.

“I’m so… fu-uck, so close.” 

“I know, baby, I know,” he says, digging his fingers a little deeper into your skin, “just let go, sweetheart.”

Your nails dig into the flesh of his back as you feel how your entire body fills with bliss. Your walls are clamping down around him, sucking him into your warmth as your climax overwhelms you and rushes of hot, electric euphoria starts to run through your veins, your vision turning blurry and your bones turning to jelly. He kisses you through it and you feel how his dick twitches inside you, signaling that he is about to cum too.

“Inside, Miguel. Inside, please, need to feel you,” you ramble only to hum with delight as a second later as you feel the hot ropes of cum coating your walls as your desperate cunt squeezes down around him to milk every drop of his release. All the while he keeps thrusting into you, fucking his cum deep into you until you are so full of him that it starts leaking out around his shaft. 

You lean forward to plant a kiss on the bridge of his nose as he finally begins to slow his movements, his eyes, which he had shut tight under the intensity of his overwhelming orgasm, slowly opening to look at you.

He kisses you, still not pulling out as you feel his cock slowly starting to soften inside you.

“How do you feel?” He asks when he finally breaks the kiss. 

“Amazing, but I might not be able to walk tomorrow,” you giggle breathlessly, “but that’s future me’s problem,” you smile at him, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

“Good thing I’ll be there to take care of you,” he says before pulling you into his arms and gently pressing you up against his broad chest.

“You will?” 

“Yes, baby, I promise,” he says, squeezing you a little tighter, “I’m sorry that we don’t get to spend as much time together as we should, but I promise you tomorrow I’m yours.”  

“I love you, Miguel, so so much,” you whisper, placing your hand over his and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“I love you too, baby,” he says as he brings your hand to his mouth and gives it a gentle kiss.

[bebegi]

˗ˏˋ ♡𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬ˎˊ˗

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐝.𝐢.𝐮 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

genre: daily texts | fluff

warnings: a couple of suggestive jokes.

requested: no :P just felt like it

notes: this is why i was over-obsessing with him, now i can MOVE ON

notes²: the tezuka award: awards new manga artists in the Story Manga category. (literally googled 'awards for mangakas' and this came up hehe)

© bebegi 2024. do not crop the tag or claim it as yours in any way please, do not repost in other sites without asking for permission + credit, thanks !! reblogs are highly appreciated <3

[littlemissmiller]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓉𝒽 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓏𝑒

Pairing: dark!coriolanus snow x fem!himbo!reader

Summary: snow got rid of highbottom before he could reveal his secrets to winning the games and with with lucy gray back in twelve, all he wants is you. with the victory of the games done, there is only one thing left, the Plinth family fortune. at the award dinner however, coriolanus thinks you’re not behaving just how he’d like it, so he decides to do something about it….

Warning: 21+ (drinking), smut, praise kink, dom!snow, sub! reader, degeneration (use of whore, slut), spanking, p in v, oral (m receiving), cum play, rough sex, dirty talk, possession, jealousy, slight obsession, reader is innocent (but not a virgin)

Word count: 7k

A/N: y’all….y’all this one is spiccccy like 🌶️🔥🥵 idk where this came from but another one just sitting in the vault…and i also realized that i wrote this before i wrote Bad Press and His Good Girl (go read those if you haven’t) and this one is kind of both of those stories combined. i think they walked so this one could run in a way because even some of these lines shocked me 🤭 so anyways strap in, buckle up, and enjoy ❦

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Tonight will be perfect. The Plinth Prize dinner. To celebrate the young academy student who won the prestigious award. Coriolanus buttons his new, freshly pressed white linen shirt. It was custom made to his exact measurements and Tigris had taken it upon herself to adorn the shirt with a little color and design. A simple red rose on the shirt pocket. It worked well as a simple white button up, even with the rose hidden under a blazer or sports coat, the subtle design is perfect. He straightens up when he hears a small, repetitive knock at his door. So quiet and timid and afraid. He knows it’s you, but calls out asking who it is anyways. You open the door and peek inside.

“My love? The Grandma’am says breakfast is ready.”

Coriolanus looks over his shoulder. There you stand, halfway in the doorway. Your eyes wide and lips showing him a soft smile.

He smiles back and as he finishes the last button, he takes a seat on the edge of his bed. He laces up a pair of black dress shoes. You tentatively walk further into the room, your eyes simply admiring the man you get to call your own.

“You’re here early today, pet.” He smiles glancing up at you

“Of course. I want to soak in every possible moment I have with you today. Today is all about you. How smart you are.” You say taking a step towards him. “How clever and ambitious.” You take another couple of steps. Coriolanus is now swelling with so much pride he can barely contain himself. You know how your words stir him up.

“Come sit.” Coriolanus commands, patting his leg, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

You glide over to him, landing softly in this thigh. You wrap your arms around his neck and instantly put his hand in on your body. His finger trails up and down your thigh slowly, gently back and forth.

“My life is about to change, dove. Soon The Snow’s will have a nicer penthouse, or a new home entirely. With a garden for the Grandma’am, and a studio for Tigris.” He whispers, beginning to place a soft kiss on your neck. “And for you. A beautiful bedroom, with a balcony and a bath. Big enough for us both to lay in. While our maid brings us posca to sip. Better yet, champagne. Would you like that?” He asks, his hot breath fanning your ear. You’re too caught up in the fantasy of you lying against him in a huge porcelain bath that you don’t respond at first. He tugs on your earlobe with his teeth to regain your attention.

“You want that don’t you?”

You nod “Yes Coryo, I want that.”

“Good. I’ve already started looking for new places and I think I might have found the perfect place. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself. Not until I officially have the Plinth fortune in my hands.”

“You deserve it. It’s like you say… Snow lands on top.”

“Snow lands on top.” He smiles. He turns your head to face him and he kisses you. His lips are so soft against yours. He takes his time with the kiss he places upon you. Slowly teasing and dragging it out, making you grow needy for him. His fingers graze your chin and the side of your jaw. He pulls back all too soon for you, giving you a devilish grin.

“You will be beautiful tonight. That black dress I bought you, will be stunning at the Plinth family table. You might get mistaken for the main course.” He breaths, trailing his fingers down your throat. His other hand starts to delicately touch your thigh again.

“Or maybe I’ll just save you for dessert later.” His hand trails under your skirt and to your clothed core. He grazes over your slit and you shudder “Mmm good girl.” He kisses your jaw “Now” he pats your thigh “will you be a sweetheart for me and fix up my plate? I’ll be out soon.”

“Of course. Looks like eggs, sausage links, and cubed potatoes.”

“Perfect.” He smiles, before pecking your lips. You hop off his lap, fix your skirt and walk out of his room, turning back to smile at him one last time before you went into the kitchen. Coriolanus feels good. You always make him feel like a man. A man who deserves everything he gets. A smart man who knows how to obtain power and keep it. And you’re so loyal to him. So caring as his woman should be. Attentive to his needs and desires. Yet, you still have much to prove.

Coriolanus was anticipating tonight for many reasons. The prize money that was finally his, to show to his peers at the Academy, and to an extent, Panem. To show that he is living up to his family name. That he was in fact not a poor hungry boy anymore and that this was just the beginning of his many fames and fortunes. Yet, another thought lingered in the back of the blonde headed boy’s mind. You. And how you would behave tonight. You’re not “bratty” per se, but it was no lie you had a fiery side to you, which Coriolanus was cautious of. You could be bold, and it was no lie you had an intimidating aura that surrounds you. Similar to Coriolanus and you appreciate the civility of your class. You know what’s expected of you in the high society of the Capital. So tonight, Coriolanus expects it to be a night where you could really prove yourself to him. Show him how ready you are to stand by his side and unequivocally show support as he takes his rightful first steps into power. He is ready.

As the day went by, the anticipation for dinner flooded his thoughts. Soon he would be in the possession of the most sought after wealth in all of Panem. It would be all his. Too bad high as a kite, Casca Highbottom, wasn’t here to witness it all go down. Coriolanus would have liked it if he had at least witnessed the moment he won the prize. Even though the announcement of the prize money came before his death, it would have been nice to shove it in his face. Meanwhile, in the reality of the lab, Coriolanus kept his head down in his work. He didn’t quite care much for getting hands-on in experiments, but as one Dr. Gaul’s personal favorite, Coriolanus was able to avoid such work and stick to research. He was a much better writer anyways.

“Snow! How are you my boy?” Dr. Gaul’s voice rings out as she walks toward him

“Doing well.”

“It’s a big day.” She hisses and Coriolanus nods

“Yes. I’m looking forward to this evening.” He agrees

“Much anticipated. I hope to meet the lovely woman I keep seeing accompanying you these days. She’s no Lucy Grey is she?”

Coriolanus pauses for a moment to gather himself and his anger with a half hearted chuckle.

“Well that’s because she’s not a means to an end this time Dr. Gaul.” He smirks, “I think you’ll find her to be charming.”

“Charming.” She repeats and walks off

Dr. Gaul was not wrong about you being no Lucy Gray, but that’s not why she was bringing his past up. Coriolanus knew it was meant to get under his skin. A way to remind him of that summer. The games and the girl he left behind. Coriolanus thought he had loved her, but once she got back to twelve, she was back to singing about her old lover and Coriolanus knew that she had played him as smoothly as her guitar. So he blocked her out, forgot about her and cleaned up her loose ends, which included taking care of Highbottom as soon as the games had ended. Then, with a new found sense of confidence he decided it was time to settle a long lasting urge. You. You had always been in his view. A long standing school boy crush that he could never quite seem to shake. You were perfect for him too. Your family had been historic in Panem. One of the few heirs of a family lineage that used to be famous back before Panem came to power. Coriolanus didn’t feel as if he was good enough back when you were schoolmates so he considered you to be an unattainable fantasy until he had more power and wealth. Yet, Lucy Gray had enchanted him, drawn his eyes away from you like a siren and he crashed his ship. He fell into a whirlwind of emotions he had never felt before, but it was all a lie.

The week after the games, Coriolanus took matters into his own hands. After his last encounter with Highbottom, he sought you out. And of course you said yes. How could you not say yes to his confession of love and off the heels of his victory? So tonight, he would show that not only was he over Lucy Gray, but he would be showing you off and he only hopes you wouldn’t make a fool of him. The announcement of his courtship of you had become semi-public, but most of Panem was still curious as to how the young Snow was holding up now that “his girl” was back in twelve. He would show them and he would show you.

As he dresses for this evening, he tries not to maul over Dr. Gaul’s words.

She’s no Lucy Gray…She’s no Lucy Gray…She’s no-

Coriolanus curses himself to shut up. He feels shameful for not flooding his thoughts with anything but you. You and your perfect body. Your elegant curves, your soft skin. Coriolanus tried to imagine you on his bed, your beautiful body spread completely naked for him. Since taking you as his own, Coriolanus had not found time for you and him to be together in that way. He wants you. He wants you bare beneath him, hands trailing your sides as you whimper and whine for him to give you more. And, oh how pretty you would look as he ravished and lapped up your wetness. Better yet, how pretty would you look on your knees, mouth agape and ready. Your glossy lips, so ready for him. His imagination seizes as soon as he hears a tapping at the door.

“Hey. Oh wow….” Tigris exclaims “Oh Coryo look at you!”

He looks back at her. Tigris is as equally well dressed as he. It’s clear she made her own dress tonight, a simple long sleeve, navy dress, with gold embroidery on the sleeve. Coriolanus turns to look at himself in the mirror. Slicking his hair back, he admires himself in his all black suit. Tigris approaches him, brushes off and lint from his shoulders, and pins a white rose to his lapel. He smiles and nods at her.

“Thank you. I wouldn’t have thought to add it.”

“Oh I would. Didn’t you see the inside of your jacket? She asks

Coriolanus had noticed that Tigris had modified his evening jacket with a sublet white stitching pattern, but hadn’t taken a close enough look. He pulls it back. Little white rose. So little and intricate it was practically hidden in plain sight.

“Always such clever craftsmanship, cousin.” He beams

“Oh Coryo” she sighs “You look so much like your father.”

Coriolanus smiles, once again admiring his handsome features and how good he looks with the new touches to his suit.

“Thank you. I wouldn’t be here without you and the Grandma’am.” He remarks not knowing what else to say

“Don’t sell yourself short. We’re so proud of you Coryo. I know that's cheesy but I had to say it before the night got away from us.”

Tigris leaves to help the Grandma’am get ready and Coriolanus lets his driver know he’s ready to go. They drive to your house, and Coriolanus is taken aback when he finally sees you. Your sleek, velvet dress hugs your body so perfectly. The back dips low and the front shows just enough cleavage to tease. And you have adorned yourself with beautiful silver jewelry. A necklace with a line pendant leading to your cleavage, several bracelets, and small hoop earrings.

Coriolanus keeps his hand deliberately on your thigh as you and him make your way to The University, where the dinner is being held. He glances over at you, and admires your soft features. The dip in your collarbone looks so inviting to kiss, your neck and jawline shaped perfectly by the sliver. You look so flawless, so ideal and to his liking, but Coriolanus was cautious with his compliments. He had told you that you look beautiful when he saw you, but that was all for now. If you behave as exceptionally as you look, then he’d be sure to reward you. As the grand pillars of The University draw closer into view, Coriolanus squeezes your thigh. You look over at him, smiling and he trails his fingers across your jaw. You desperately want to kiss him, so you lean in. He gives you a few small pecks on your lips and you smile. He gives you one last peck before pulling back. The car comes to a slow stop and you look out the window at the entryway to The University.

“Are you ready?” Coriolanus asks and you nod.

He exits the vehicle and pulls around to open your door. You step out of the car, taking the extended hand out to you. You and him walk inside and your stomach flutters. You feel nervous, not wanting to displease your boyfriend on one of his most important nights. You smooth out your dress and tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Coriolanus takes hold of your hand and you both walk into the venue. The entrance is adorned with white and gold banners, with rope lights hanging from the ceiling. There are round tables scattering the floor and a long table in the back of the room. Coriolanus ushers you both to the long table. Several heads turn as you and him walk up. The faint whispers and admiration swirls in the air around you. Once at the table, Coriolanus pulls up a seat for you.

Next to you, is Sejanus Plinth with the rest of the Plinth family. He waves to you and Coriolanus. You take it upon yourself to dive into conversation with him, seemingly unaware of how you are ignoring your boyfriend. He snakes a hand finger the table and onto your thigh. It causes you to glance over momentarily, you pause, smile at him, then soon return to your conversation with Sejanus. Soon enough, posca and wine is being served and Coriolanus takes a flute of posca off a server tray. You take a flute of champagne in contrast and so does Sejanus. Why are you drinking champagne with Sejanus and not posca with him? Are you trying to get drunk? Are you trying to get him drunk? Coriolanus decides to finally insert himself into the conversation and get your attention back. As he’s about to speak, Tigris and the Grandma’am make their arrival and sit next to him.

“Are we late?” Tigris asks

“No uh- you’re fine, you’re fine” he starts “darling why don’t we go make our way around the room?” He announces, turning to you suddenly. He takes your hand, stands up, and takes you off with him in no particular direction. You tell Sejanus that you’ll talk to him in a bit, which makes Coriolanus’s blood boil. He takes you to a group of students who you had never met. His hand finds the small of your back as he makes small talk with your fellow soon to be University classmates. You have never met Coriolanus friends and was almost certain he didn’t have any besides Sejanus. You find it curious at this moment then, why he has pulled you away to talk to who you always assumed were mere acquaintances. You occasionally glance at him, then around the room, hoping to see if you can politely excuse yourself to catch up with your own friends. He notices your inattentiveness, lightly squeezing on your hip whenever your eyes are drawn away from him and his company for too long.

You soon spot a girl from your book club and excuse yourself to go greet her. Coriolanus masks his disapproval in your decision and begrudgingly lets you go off. He continues his facade and turns his attention back to his group of peers. They are all very interested in him, yet Coriolanus couldn’t be less interested in them. They ask him questions about what he plans to do with his prize money, besides going to The University, and too many questions about the games.

She’s no Lucy Gray

The words echo in his mind again.

He glances at you, still chatting with your friend. He half mindedly answers another question about his plans to study politics, trying to refocus his attention back to the group. He was fuming on the inside and his need for politeness traps him to the spot. The small talk was getting to him. He didn’t expect to have to stand here and entertain these people for so long. After all he was only using them as a means to get you away from Sejanus, who unbeknownst to Coriolanus, is making his way back to you.

You, on the other hand, are finally enjoying yourself. Feeling free from the confines of your role as Coriolanus’s date. Even though your romantic relationship has only spanned the course of a few weeks, the expectations to be Coriolanus’s girlfriend has been challenging. His new found wealth, victory, and fame has set everything off. His attitude has changed, his image of himself, and the idea that he belongs on top has become the driving force of his life. You had a feeling that Coriolanus used to be much softer, more gentle, and more vulnerable. Now, you got this new side of him and you barely even knew what he was like before all this. He’s such a mystery to you. Your attention refocuses as Sejanus makes his way to you and your friend. You include him in the conversation, happy to be talking to one of the few people in the Capital who seem to be above the pomp and circumstance. Coriolanus is perfect for you, but he was a traditionalist and upheld the many social rules the Capitol citizens had manufactured. As did you, and you knew your place, but weren’t found if it. Having someone like Sejanus around made you feel less alone in your feelings. You let out a small laugh as Sejanus makes conversation with you which Coriolanus manages to pick up on.

He whips around to look at you. There you are, giggling like a pathetic little school girl at Sejanus. Didn’t you get the point? Why the hell are you trying to embarrass him like this? Coriolanus abruptly excuses himself. He swipes two glasses of posca and bee lines for you.

“Here my love. I notice your glass is empty.” He barges forward, taking the empty champagne flute from your hand and replacing it with the posca glass.

“Thank you dear.” You smile trying to mask the confusion you feel about his seemingly on edge behavior tonight. Coriolanus consciously sips on his own posca, looking at Sejanus. Senjanus however, is none the wiser. He gives Coriolanus a goofy smile, which sends his hand trailing down to clutch your hip. He rubs his thumb lightly against you, and you take a drink from your own glass, feeling slightly put off.

“I was going to make our way back to our seats before dinner is officially served. I think your father has a speech prepared for tonight.” He nods to Sejanus, before dragging you back to the table

“Coryo?!” You whisper, your confusion drawing to a peak and your frustration taking over.

Coriolanus stays silent, throwing fake smiles towards people as you make your way to the front of the room. He grips your hand, and you reclaim your seat. He glances at you, sneering slightly. You find Tigris’s face to see if she has picked up on his mood and of course she has. She gives you a concerning look, yet shakes her head as if she’s confused. You’re not sure if you find it reassuring or feel more worried.

“Coryo? Is there something wrong?”

“Later.” He sneered harshly

Just then, Dr. Gaul approaches the table. Coriolanus taps your leg, indicating for you to stand and greet her.

“Hello again Mr. Snow.”

“Dr. Gaul” he smiles and introduces you to her.

“Yes, I’m familiar with your family history. What an honor it must be to have such a name. I’m sad I never got to have you as my student. ”

“It’s a true honor” you lie, you could care less about your name and the history behind it to live a normal life.

“Well Mr. Snow you certainly are lucky to have such a pleasant date night.” She smirks, sounding as if she is revolted by your existence, but masks it well enough to toe the line.

You fake a smile and look at Coriolanus, holding his shoulder with pride.

“Yes we are having a wonderful evening too.”

“How nice. A word before dinner, Snow?”

Coriolanus nods and follows Dr. Gaul. Meanwhile Sejanus scoots closer to you to re-engages in conversation. Dr. Gaul leads Coriolanus to the bar where she orders a glass of posca.

“I just got word of an opportunity I wanted to tell you about.”

“Of course.”

“Would you, instead of mentoring this year’s hunger games, want to take a chance at playing game maker?”

“Game maker? You think I should.”

“You’re a wonderfully, brilliant boy Coriolanus. I can see so much more in Your ideas in your final semester essay that tells me everything I need to know. Think about it and if you write a decent enough application it’s yours.”

“Well thank you Dr. Gaul for letting me know. I will definitely be considering it.”

“Good. And oh your date…she’s very lovely. I see you two working well together…”

“I’m glad you found her charming then.”

“Oh…no Mr. Snow. Not quite yet, but she certainly seems to be charming the young Mr. Plinth over there.”

Coriolanus turns back around to see Senjanus cozying back up to you. He contains his anger as he excuses himself back to you, making sure to thank Dr. Gaul for presenting him the opportunity of game maker. He rushes back to his seat, squeezing in while you are still mid-conversation with Sejanus. He squeezes your thigh. The rest of the evening feels tense. Eventually, Strabo Plinth made a speech about the importance of Academic pursuits and ambitions. He mentioned the games, Coriolanus’s victory and what it meant to be an exemplary Panem citizen above all else. As he talks, Coriolanus is locked into every word, but makes sure to keep you in his sight. You too are locked in, your hand on top of your boyfriend’s thigh, squeezing it occasionally. Little do you know that for so many reasons at this moment, Coriolanus is still angry, but also turned on. Fueled by jealousy over Sejanus, but the words of Strabo’s speech in combination with your hand on him, was making his cock hard.

Despite embarrassing him earlier in the night, you now sat there beautifully by his side. You seem attentive and engaged, and the physical touch is all he needs to know that you’re there. He shifts in his seat and stands as Strabo calls him up to receive the prize. You stand with him, ever so proud. He kisses you, then walks up, shaking Strabo’s hand as he takes the velvet red envelope with the check for the prize money in hand. You tune everything out and focus on the gorgeous man in front of you. Even though you’re still somewhat confused, you can’t help but admire him like this. Confident and on the verge of greatness. His expression screams that nothing will stand in his way.

As the evening wraps up, Coriolanus finds himself wrapped in so many conversations he is starting to feel like a broken record. He stands not too far from you as you talk to Tigris.

“Was he nervous at home? Before he picked me up?” You ask

“No. I’m not quite sure what’s gotten into him to be honest dear. All the excitement perhaps.He seems better now that he has the award.

You sign, shrugging your shoulders. Sejanus returns back to his seat with two glasses of posca in his hand.

“You look like you could use a drink.”

“Perhaps one last one” you smirk

“Is everything ok?” He asks

“Yes. I’m enjoying the evening just…you’re close with Coryo…do you notice he’s acting on edge?”

“Slightly yeah. I’m not sure why.”

“Me either…” you hang your head and take a sip of your drink.

As if he was summoned by the mere mention of his name, he is standing behind you. You look up at him with innocent eyes and set your glass down.

“I’m ready to go. People are starting to leave.” He murmurs, holding his hand out. He bids Tigris a goodbye, promising to see her at home and gives the Grandma’am a kiss on the cheek goodbye, thanking them both for coming. Once in the car, Coriolanus is consumed in his emotions. His leg shakes furiously as he looks out the window. He hides part of his face with his mouth and ignores you. You roll up the driver partition and place a hand on his shaking leg.

“Coryo, please what’s wrong, love?”

He takes a deep breath and looks further into the window. You touch his shoulder and he turns to you.

“You really would rather be with Sejanus” He snaps

“What?”

“I saw you around him. He’s not bad looking, I get it, he’s innocent right. Is that the appeal? Innocent little privileged district boy.”

“Coryo…you can’t be serious?”

“The future First Lady of Panem. Acting like you can flirt around and embarrass me. Tonight of all nights…” he mumbles not loud enough for you to hear.

When the car stops, it isn’t your house it pulls up to. Coriolanus exits the vehicle and swings around to open your door. You get out and he trails behind you. Once in his house he storms into the kitchen, and pours himself a glass of whiskey. He takes a sip and removes his sports coat, placing it on the back of a chain. You tentatively follow him, still keeping your distance. His back is turned to you, his chest rising and falling.

“He’s a friend.”

“He’s my friend too, but I wasn’t hanging around him all night.” He rolls his eyes

“Can I not make conversation with him? I support you through and through, but those types of events are so much. I’ve never enjoyed them, but I went for you.”

“And embarrassed me. Couldn’t you see him flirting with you. Getting you drinks, making you laugh. It was pathetic really.” He snaps, downing his whiskey and pouring himself another. Dr. Gaul sure noticed. Thought I was a fucking cuckhold. Now she thinks I can’t even hold my women down.”

“She said that?”

“She didn’t have to say anything. She saw you.” He huffs

“He’s nothing to me ok Coriolanus! You think I’d rather be with someone who still calls their mother Ma?” You bark back

Coriolanus looks at you for a moment and pauses. Then, he strides towards you, capturing your face, locking his lips with your own. It was the last thing you’d expect of him. As he moves his lips against yours, passion and hunger overtaking his mind. Feeling even more confused than at the dinner, you pull away and look at him. He pants, clearly needy for more.

“I don’t understand?”

“You think he’s beneath you?”

“I well…he’s not you. I’d rather have the boy with the prize than the boy whose namesake it belongs to.”

Coriolanus pulls you closer to him, he hooks his finger along the front line of your dress, his other hand cups your ass.

“And do you know who you belong to?” He sneers

“Y-y-you…”

“Good girl”

He pulls you back to him, his forehead pressing against yours. He pinches your chin, lets out a small smirk and kisses you again. He gropes your ass harshly, landing a fat smack. You yelp in surprise.

“I bet Sejanus just wishes he could feel you like this.”

“Coryo…”

“Shh it’s ok baby. He wants you. He wants you so bad, but he can’t have you….” He noted, grinding his crotch against you. “No he can’t. Because who do you belong to again?”

You close your eyes and rest your forehead again, his nodding, barely able to speak as your mind turns to jelly.

He grips your chin and cheeks, smooshing your face. “Look at me. Who. Do. You..belong to?”

“You” you whimper

He gives you a few light, little slaps to the face.

“That’s right you belong to me. Not Sejanus. You’re mine.”

You nod and he lets go of his grip on your face. He’s hungry for you, it's clear. His lust filled eyes are dark and needy.

“D-do you want to hurt me? Am I being punished?

“No baby, of course I don’t want to actually hurt you…” he coos, chucking slightly “but I think you need to be put in your place a little. Let me ask you something? Do you want to be First Lady of Panem? Stand by my side from this day and help me rise to the top? You want it too don’t you?” He chuckles

He wasn’t wrong. Despite your distaste for your family’s fame and history, to stand by Coriolanus’s side. It would be a dream. You had been fond of him for a while, but like Coriolanus, you thought it was too good to be true. You nod your head at his question and in response he wraps his hand under your chin.

“Tell me” he demands

“Yes, Coyro. I do.”

He pulls you in for another kiss, soft lips landing harshly against yours. He fights for dominance and you give in, letting his mouth consume your own. He pushes his tongue in, swirling it with yours. He breaks from the kiss to start attacking your neck. He nibbles and kisses down your throat, causing you to elicit a soft moan from your lips. He smirks against your skin, causing you to shutter.

“Coyro…a-a-are you sure you want out first time to be like this?”

“Yes doll, especially after tonight.” He hisses

“I-I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” You stutter

“I know and that’s exactly why I need to show you how to act. By showing you first who you belong to. To show you’re mine.

He dives for your neck, lips trailing down your skin.

“Do you not want me talking to anyone but you then?”

“No my dear, I just can’t have you making a fool of yourself anymore by letting men like Sejanus flirt with you. And once I mark you up a little…” he pauses, his hand coming up to cup under your chin. He rubs his thumb along the base of it. “They’ll know to back off.”

Coriolanus’s words sink in as harshly into you as his teeth do as he nibbles down on your neck. He sucks and bites, leaving beautiful wine red marks on you. He pulls back momentarily to admire his work. He lets out a soft sigh, pleased with himself. He trails his fingers around the spots he marked up and smirks. He dives back in, licking a long, broad stripe up your neck, and up to your ear. You whimper some more, the sensation of his tongue causing your cunt to drip. His hands snake down to cup your ass, he wants to carry you to his bedroom. He moves his arms to lift your legs around his waist. He hoists you up, causing your dress to ride up your thighs. You let out a soft yelp of surprise. He smacks your ass, causing you to let out a more clear squeal. He starts to move towards his bedroom, holding you tightly against his chest. You cling to him, your lips finding his neck and you place a few cautious kisses.

Once in his bedroom he flops you down on the bed, you gasp. Looking up at him, you shutter in excitement, but still feeling fearful. He notices, smirking at you again

“It’s ok my pet, be a good girl for me?” He demands, his tone a warning

You nod and he clicks his tongue at you.

“Tsk…” he has a seat at the edge of the bed. He pulls your ankles towards him, your ass sliding over his hips and settling onto his crotch. He pushes your dress further up your body and over your head. You grunt, arching your back. He tosses the dress on the ground, his hand touches you again, fingers trailing down your figure slowly. He admires you for a moment. Then, with a devilish grin taking over his handsome features, he squeezes your thigh and tosses it across your body. Laying on your stomach in anticipation, you feel exposed. He rolls up his sleeves, then rubs his hand over your ass. He readjusts your lacy black panties to expose more of your butt to him and he lands a firm slap on you. You squirm and yelp, his other hand holds you back down as he gives you another slap to the ass. He grips your hair, forcing your cheek up to his nose.

“I like good girls who know how to use their words. Now when I ask you something I want you to use your words. Got it?”

“Yes..” you whimper

He rubs your ass, his hand moving in slow, soft, big circles.

Slapslapslap

“Yes sir?”

“Yes sir” you bite your lip

Coriolanus proceeds to slap your ass over and over again, each cheek getting redder and redder. He gropes and massages you at the same time, making sure to occasionally dip his fingers over your clothed cunt and rub slowly. Each time you would try not to squirm, but it’s nearly impossible not to. He spreads your legs a little to gain better access to your pussy. Coriolanus moves your panties aside, spits on his hand, then dips his fingers into your aching slit. You cry out in surprise, landing you a fast, sharp slap this time.

“Don’t act surprised. Don’t act like you didn’t expect it. Any of it. Keep being my good girl and tell me who you belong to again…” he growls

“Y-you sir.”

Slap

“Again” he demands

“You. I belong to you Coriolanus.”

He gives you another slap, smiles to himself, then snakes his hand under your stomach through the back of your legs. He lifts you up as he stands, turning around and placing you on the bed, ass up, ready for him. You look behind you and watch him as he unbuckles his belt. You bite your lip in anticipation as he pulls his pants down, bringing his boxers with him. You gasp as you watch his cock spring out. He notices you staring and moves his hand to your hair. He shoves your face into the pillows.

“This isn’t for you to enjoy tonight. Another night we will do this properly, I’ll let you touch me, kiss me, but tonight, I’m in control.”

He moves your panties to the side and you bury your face into the mattress, forcing yourself to muffle your moans as his thick member spreads your core. He leaves you no time to let you adjust and he trusts in you, every so often slapping your ass. He doesn’t let up, chasing his pleasure like prey. You turn your head to breathe, gasping as he practically shoves you into the mattress.

“I’ll treat you how you deserve next time. I promise you my sweet. Because next time I know you won’t act up. Right. You won’t let Sejanus flirt with you.

“Yes sir” you squeal

“Ooooh goood girrrl” he purrs speeding up

The lewd sounds of his balls slapping against your pussy fills the entire room, along with your cries of pleasure. It only encourages him to grab your hair tighter. Tangling it up in his fingers, he pulls you close to him. He starts to fuck up into you like a toy and all you can do is take it. Your mind is numb, brain all fucked out.

“Seems like you know your place now hmm. Are you going to obey me, my love? Not flirt and flaunt around like a common whore?”

“N-no sir”

“Because this is how a common whore is treated. They get treated like a little naughty play thing. Like the filthy little sluts they are.” He snarls

He pounds into you like it’s the last time he’ll ever fuck you. His deliberate, hard thrusts are almost too much to bare and you feel your orgasm creep up on you. All the sudden, you clench and spasm around him. You cum hard, harder than you expect. He whispers continuously praises of “good girl” over and over until he finally finishes, dumping his thick seed into your hole. He fills you up, pulling out slowly and watching as his cum drips out of you. He admires you, his middle finger rubbing up your folds, and into you, shoving the cum back inside you. He pats your ass and you lower yourself. He strips himself of the rest of his clothes, crawling next to you on the bed. He leans against the headboard and you flip over, curling up to him.

“I promise next time it will be sweeter. I just can’t let you get away with that behavior and now…” he kisses your temple “you never will..”

“I promise I won’t let Sejanus flirt with me again.”

“Good. I’ll make sure to send my own message to him.” He smirks, his fingers dancing around your sore neck

“Coryo!” You exclaim in fear

“Shh baby it’s ok. He won’t get hurt, just tuck his tail and run home to his Ma” Coriolanus chuckles, his mocking tone making you laugh a little

“I promise I won’t let him do that again” you nod

“That’s my girl…now get on your knees.” He insists and you nod.

You crawl onto the floor, ushering yourself in between his legs.

“Mouth open, tongue out.” He instructs

You obey and look up at him. You flatten your tongue against your bottom lip and open wide. He coos at you, rubbing his length across your face, teasing his tip along parted lips. Then he pushes in, causing you to gag.

“Fucking suck it.”he sneered

You nod and bob your head, getting his cock nice and wet.

“Oh there you go.”

He holds the back of your head, moving his hips as you take more of him into your mouth. He bites his lip harshly, grunting aggressively. His cock hits the back of your throat over and over and over again. He pulls away for a moment, watching in awe as a line of saliva trails from your lips to the tip of his dick. He wipes it up, sticking his thumb in your mouth. Your lips wrap around it and suck. He smiles at you, slapping your face again. Your eyes water, small tears falling down your cheek from the sting of the pain. But you like this. You liked his dominance in a way that you didn’t expect or realize.

“You’re pretty. Do you like this cock in your mouth?

“Yes sir.”

“Yes Daddy?”

“Yes Daddy.” You nod and he shoves himself back into your mouth.

He lets out a long, staggering moan. He moves his hips more slowly this time, watching your little mouth stretch around him. He pulled away the way out, taking his length in his hand and slapping against your lips. He continues to let his greed overtake him, moving his balls close to your face. You suck them into your mouth and he let out a loud groan.

“Oh fuck you know how to make me feel amazing don’t you baby. S’good for me” he tosses his head back.

Your lips feel so soft and perfect around his cock it makes him want to bust again. You stroke him as you continue sucking on his balls, feeling that he’s close again. With a few more strokes, he finishes. He holds your chin and pressed the tip to your lips. You part them and let the white sticky cum paint the inside of your throat.

“Ohmygod baby girl…fuck look at you.” He pants and you swallow his load. It wasn’t as heavy going down your throat and you take it down with a loud gulp. He tilts your face up to look at him, his blue eyes clouded with lust.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes Coriolanus”

“Good. Next time you’ll get what you actually deserve.”

You nodded, feeling fucked out and spent. You continue to nod and he pulls you up, kisses you fiercely, some of his cum pressing onto his lips.

He pulled away, whipping it off his lips and shoving it into your mouth.

“Yeah, you learn quickly don’t you. You’ll make a great First Lady.” He whispered

“I hope to be”

“Good. I think you will be. If you continue to learn like you do, this life will be easy on you pet”

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[whimsiwitchy]

I hear the secrets that you keep (series) 

chapter seven: k.

Pedro Pascal x plus size F!reader 

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series summary: 24 year old y/n is an insecure and struggling actress in Los Angeles until she finally books a leading role in a big Hollywood movie next to her leading male, Pedro Pascal. A spark of friendship flickers between the two and slowly begins to blossom into something more. As y/n is navigating a new found fame and a new found romance, she fears that a lie she has been sitting on might ruin everything.

Warnings: plus size afab reader, she/her pronouns, use of y/n, swearing, age gap (24/14 years), descriptions of the female body, use of the word fat, descriptions of a bigger body (stretch marks, cellulite, rolls, etc.), descriptions of nudity, sexual themes. 

Please let me know if I missed anything! Warnings may change as the story progresses. 

chapter summary: conversations and intimacy training. 

authors note: Y’all this took me way longer to write than expected. I had something else planned for this chapter but it ended up coming out like this. I really like the first half but I feel like it goes downhill towards the end. This idea is way more complicated to write for than I thought it would be lol. I still hope you enjoy!

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“It never made sense for you to love me.”- Twilight New Moon

Love wasn’t what Pedro and you had- you understood that- but the consistent pain in your chest was telling you otherwise. In your short lifetime, you had never felt such strong emotions towards someone like you have towards Pedro, it was easy with him. He was so respectful and sweet- his charisma and it was all beginning to piss you off. Why couldn’t he just let you do your job and leave you alone? You were grateful for the friendship he had initiated because it meant your on set experience would be easier, but now that everything has gotten out of hand, you honestly wish the line between professional and personal was never crossed.

It's been a short 24 hours since your conversation with Pedro and after your intense two hour cry sesh the night prior, you felt numb. Not numb in a painful way but numb in a sense that you'd accepted what had happened and were trying your best to move forward in a reasonable manner. When you woke up this morning, you spent 20 minutes sitting on your toilet holding two icy spoons to your puffy eyes trying to reduce the swelling as much as you could, trying to hide any evidence of the pain that sat deep in your chest. It didn’t help. 

Keeping yourself busy seemed like the only way to keep your mind occupied on anything other than Pedro. At first, you found it best to read over your upcoming scenes but after about 30 minutes, your head was hurting. Your mind wandered back into the forbidden territory, flashes of Pedro’s award winning smile appeared every time you would read over one of his lines. Seeing his face in your head reminded you of the hurt in his voice and the look of disappointment he had given you. Everything you did brought your thoughts right back to him. You closed your script abruptly and picked up a book instead. You’d been rereading the Twilight series and were currently nearing the end of New Moon. You hoped that Pedro and yourself would have a similar ending, that you two would be brought back together and realize that you needed each other, that you couldn’t live without each other. It was dramatic and cliche but you didn’t care. All of your common sense left your body when it came to him. Thinking wasn’t something you needed to do with him, you just had to feel. You finished a single chapter before shutting the book and giving into the inevitable thoughts that clouded your mind. 

Letting out a sigh, you let your mind begin the analyzing it had been begging to do. The next time you would see Pedro would be in two days. The two of you have intimacy training early that morning and you'd film those scenes later in the afternoon. Having fake sex in front of a room of people isn’t exactly ideal for the first time you’d be seeing him again. Maybe you should reach out to him beforehand, talk things over, but you being the one to reach out first wasn’t something you wanted to do. It didn’t seem like the right thing to do. You had absolutely no clue as to how Pedro was feeling right now. He said he wasn’t mad but the tone of his voice and his body language said otherwise. You didn’t want to upset him more by bothering him before he even had time to process everything. He was at the forefront of your mind and you were praying that he wasn’t as hurt as you were. You couldn’t imagine that he was. 

It never made sense, the connection, the spark, the comfort. It was all too confusing and quick. But you let it happen without much thought and looking back, you wish you hadn't been so stupid. It has never bugged you so much, losing someone, no one ever mattered enough. All Pedro had to do was actually be nice to you and you were a puddle at his feet. It was a little pathetic- but he said he liked you too, so maybe it wasn’t that pathetic. 

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The next two days passed by way too fast, leaving you in the studio parking lot trying to find the will to leave your car. Your body was filled with anxiety from the thought of seeing Pedro- and from being late. You waited until the very last moment to get out of your car, being late this one time was something you were willing to do to avoid any early interactions with him. With slow strides, you made your way towards the studio doors, to the reception desk, and to the room where intimacy training would take place. 

When you entered the room, Pedro was already there surrounded by a few other people. His eyes quickly met yours before he looked away just as fast. 

“Sorry I'm late…traffic.” You muttered out before sitting in an empty chair across the room, praying that no one saw that you actually pulled into the parking lot 30 minutes prior, sitting in your car staring down at the steering wheel for longer than you'd care to admit. 

As soon as you sat down, a woman immediately grabbed the attention of the room. She introduced herself as Elise, a trained intimacy coordinator. She briefly went over how the training would go, letting us know that we would go through some safety procedures before starting. Elise spoke for about 40 minutes on how important it is to feel comfortable with your co-star and the proper way to go about doing these types of scenes without incident. As she introduced the other crew members in the room, you stole a glance at Pedro. It’s as if he could feel your eyes on him, because he turned around, once again his eyes leaving yours just as quick as they met them. 

“Okay, so before we get started, I'm going to have the two of you do a check-in. Let each other know what you’re feeling and if there's any boundaries that need to be set.” She takes a seat and is talking to one of the other people in the room. Pedro doesn’t move, so you take that as a sign to walk over to him. You were hoping he’d at least be mature enough to work with you without dragging anything personal into it. 

“Good morning.” You took a moment to look at him. He was wearing a pair of charcoal gray cotton shorts with a random graphic tee. You thought he looked divine, drool worthy even.

“Morning.” He still doesn’t look at you. 

You take initiative to start the check-in, letting him know where you’re at today and that you’re ready to go, no boundaries. When he responds, his voice is very mundane and his eyes continue to avoid you. You awkwardly let out a brief ‘cool’ to acknowledge that you had heard  what he had said. There was a silence between you two, leaving the only noise coming from the light conversation from the group of crew members across the room. 

“So, are you guys ready to get started?” Elise asked with excitement in her voice. She was way too cheery for the uncomfortable mood that lingered in the air. However, you decided to match her energy as best as you could to make the day easier on yourself. 

“Of course!” You let out accompanied by a smile that didn’t quite match your tone of voice. 

Everyone in the room was then instructed to make their way to the set. You walked closer to the group of crew members, while Pedro walked slower leaving a good six feet between you guys. The set wasn’t anything too crazy. Just a cliche 70s themed bedroom, filled with orange, red, and brown. A king size bed sat in the middle of one of the makeshift walls with two night stands on either side. There was a funky pattern that lined the walls and a shag rug on the floor that matched. Everyone took a seat at some chairs that sat behind a white taped line that ran across the floor behind a bunch of expensive looking equipment, leaving Elise, Pedro, and yourself standing. 

“Okay, so we’re going to start by giving you a quick rundown of what you’ll be learning today.” She’s opening a binder that she had been holding and starts to spew the details of the scene. 

“So this scene follows Daniel admitting to Janet that he has feelings for her ,this is going to be a very passionate and steamy shot.” She turns towards the set and instructs the two of you to do the same. 

“To start, you’ll both bust through the door into the room. Daniel will be leading the makeout session, slowly pushing Janet towards the bed, but stopping right at the red tape that’s on the floor.” She’s pointing across the room with her pen as she speaks and looks back every few words to make sure Pedro and yourself are listening. 

“Once you’re there, you’ll have a moment to show the love between the characters. At this mark, you’ll both be removing some clothing and Daniel will push Janet onto the bed to crawl above her, leading into sex. Any questions?” She turns to look at the both of you. Pedro shakes his head and you follow. 

“Cool. Okay we’re going to run through it, stopping a few times along the way to choreograph each touch between the characters.” 

This whole process was so fucking awkward. You were trying your best to be professional, but nothing was ever professional when it came to Pedro. Every time the intimacy coach placed his hand on you or vice versa, you felt your body tingle. It had only been a few days but you had already forgotten how good it felt to feel Pedro’s skin on your fingertips. He still hadn’t looked at you, avoiding your eyes when you had to be face to face. 

“For the push, it doesn’t need to be a harsh push. We want it to be more of a sexy playful push rather than a dominant one.” She's speaking directly to Pedro but turns to you right after. 

“When you fall, try to land with your arms propping you up on the bed. Your forearms should be touching the bed, like this. If it’s uncomfortable at all, we can change it up.” She falls back onto the bed to show you her vision. You give her a thumbs up and stand at the red mark on the floor. 

“When you’re on the bed and he starts to climb over you, you’re going to crawl backwards, using your arms as leverage. Let’s have you guys try that out real quick.” Elise steps off of the set and stands past the cameras where the other crew have been sitting. 

She yells a quick ‘action’ and Pedro is pushing you onto the bed. When you land onto the bed, you look up at his face to see that he’s already looking at you with an intense stare. He starts to lean onto the bed to crawl over you and you’re moving backwards as instructed. Once your head hits a pillow, Pedro is fully hovering over you. The two of you never break eye contact and you could feel your heart beating out of your chest, your breath wavering. You could feel the temperature of your body rising rapidly and a slight pulse hit your core. Having Pedro completely over your body like this was torture. His hands were on either side of your head and if you looked down towards his lower body, you could see the weight of his- 

“Perfect!” Elise lets out with an excited squeal, making you snap out of the trance you were under. 

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Elise had you guys run the full choreography three more times in full, minus the kissing and getting naked part. Once she and the other crew members were satisfied, everyone was sent on an hour and a half break before you all had to come back to actually film. You were feeling extremely hot and bothered. Pedro’s touch was intoxicating and the way he looked at you when he was on top of you made you feel feral. 

You desperately needed to talk to him. You scanned the room and saw him walking out of two large doors that led to the parking lot. Following him, your eyes sweep over the large parking lot as quickly as possible, hoping you’d be able to catch him before he was gone. 

“Pedro!” You called out the moment you found him. He was reaching for his car door but abruptly stopped when he heard his name. 

“Can we please talk? Just give me five minutes. Please.” You knew you were probably the last person he wanted to talk to, but you really needed to clear some of the tension between you two. 

“Okay.” He stands there for a minute before motioning for you to get into his car. When you sit down, you can feel all of the emotions from the last time you were in this seat still lingering in the air. 

“How are you?” You asked genuinely with a hint of awkwardness. 

“Fine.” He huffs out. 

“Pedro please don’t be like that.” You practically begged. You were hoping for a productive conversation but this wasn’t going to do any good if he wasn’t willing to actually talk to you. 

“Like what y/n?” He finally looks at you and he looks pissed. You let out a sigh. 

“Look…I know that you’re mad at me or whatever but I don’t know what else to do here P. I didn’t mean to lie to you and I told you the truth before anything furthered between us. If you can’t forgive me then at least be professional and work with me as a costar. Please?” Your voice began to waver but you held it together. You see his eyes soften slightly. 

“I told you I’m not mad at you.” His voice is soft. 

“Then what are you feeling? You’ve left me in the dark P. I’ve given you space and I understand if you want nothing to do with me, but can we at least talk this out? Let me know how you feel so I’m not jumping to conclusions in my own head?” The car goes quiet, no sound other than the light thumping coming from your nails tapping the center console. 

“You’re so young…” He practically whispers. “You have a whole life ahead of you, I'd only be holding you back baby.” 

Your heart flutters at the endearment. 

“And with how the world works, no one would approve of us. You can’t start out your career like that, having people judge you because of me. You deserve someone your age, someone you can have fun with.” 

“Were we not having fun before I told you my real age? How does that change anything?” You could feel the frustration rising in you. You absolutely hated when people tried to tell you what was right for you. Pedro just struck a nerve he didn’t even know you had. 

“Yea but it’s different-” You cut him off before he can finish. 

“How exactly is it different P…hm?” There's a slight hint of anger in your voice, the patience you once had completely dissolving. 

“You're just a kid.” 

If it were physically possible, you would have steam shooting out of your ears from how angry you are right now. Looking away, you take a deep breath and think over your thoughts before your mouth spews words you’ll later regret. 

“I understand that the age difference between us is way more than you bargained for but I’m not a kid. I am fully capable of making my own decisions and deciding what’s best for me and my career. I appreciate the concern but it’s not your place to think for me. If this whole thing is too much to handle then that’s fine. We can just be friends, or not even friends.. I don’t know P. I just can’t do whatever we’re doing now.” Your irritation falls off towards the end, feeling more hopeless than anything. 

“I don’t want to be your friend.” 

Ouch. 

You’re searching his eyes trying to find any hint that he’s being mean to make this ‘breakup’ easier and not just being mean because it’s the truth. 

“Okay…we can just be coworkers then.” You turn your head forward. All you can feel is the same pain that you had felt that night, but this time it felt final. There wasn’t more guessing Pedro’s feelings, no more maybes. This was it. 

“Y/n…I don’t think you understand.” His hand reaches out for yours but you're moving it away before he has the chance to grab it. 

“Then make me understand P… I’ve been trying to understand.” 

“I can’t be your friend because I won’t be able to be close to you without longing for you every second. It’s been so long since I felt what I feel with you and it’s been eating me alive, sweetheart. All I want to do is be near you, hold you, be with you, but fuck y/n, I shouldn’t want you the way I do. I can’t have you the way I want you.” His eyes were on yours the entire time, showing you the sincerity behind every word.

You don’t know if it’s his confession or the pent of horniness you'd been harboring for the past two hours that made you jump at him but before he, or even yourself really, had a chance to process what was happening, you were leaning across the center console, lips moving with his. All of the tension in your body melted away as Pedro softly grabbed your face with his hands. This kiss was soft and full of passion, like you were making up for lost time. It was nothing short of perfect. When you pull back, you’re smiling. When you open your eyes to see the look on Pedro’s face, your smile drops.

“Y/n we can't do this.” He says giving you a pitiful look and pain tucked behind his eyes.

“K.” 

You’re getting out of the car before he could protest, you needed to get away from him. Slamming the passenger door, maybe a little too hard, you’re practically stomping back to the studio. You decided to get your hair and makeup early to calm your brain down a little bit before you were surrounded by people again. God you were being so childish right now but why would he kiss you back if he still didn’t want you. 

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You were zoned out the entire time you were sitting in the dressing room getting dolled up for the cameras, only speaking when one of the stylists asked a question. Your brain was working overtime right now, trying to calm your emotions while also trying to focus on the scene you'd have to film in just a few minutes. 

Over the past hour, you’ve been trying to create some sort of plan to get Pedro to change his mind. You didn’t want to lose him, he was too good of a man to fumble, so you decided that you wouldn’t stop pursuing him until he told you to your face that he didn’t want you. What you were planning wasn’t ethical at all and broke all kinds of work relationship rules but your relationship with Pedro had already crossed that line the first day you had met. 

Walking over to the set, you could feel the nerves rising. You wanted to seduce Pedro as best as you could. He was obviously attracted to you and you were going to abuse that. You were hoping that him seeing your naked body for the first time would send him spirling, leaving him no other choice than to want you enough to take the chance and be with you. 

“Quiet on set! Can we get Daniel and Janet on set please? Thank you.” 

You step onto the small platform that separated the set floor from the studio floor and walk over to Elise. Pedro stands next to you, ignoring your presence once again. 

“Are you guys ready to run it?” Elise is asking with a big smile. You could see Pedro nod his head and you do the same. 

“Okay, just make sure you’re doing exactly what we rehearsed. If anything feels uncomfortable let us know and we’ll stop rolling and fix the issue. You guys got this!” Elise raises her hands to give you both a high five and she's walking to sit next to the director. 

“Places!” 

You're both walking over to the door that you'd be bursting through in a few moments. Pedro places his hands on you, preparing for them to yell “action”. You’re looking into his eyes, getting into character and he’s doing the same. 

“Ready baby?” You ask him with a smirk, wanting to fuck with his head as much as you could. His eyes go wide but before he can say anything the director's voice booms over the space. 

“Action!” 

He gives you a nod before diving down to kiss you. He's pushing you into the door that flings open as you walk backwards, lips still attached. When you reach the red mark on the floor, you pull apart from him. Looking into each other's eyes with the love and passion you so badly wanted from him outside of this scene. You’re reaching down to grab the hem of his shirt and lift it, just as rehearsed. He pulls the rest off by himself, leaving you to marvel at his chest for a moment before he’s reaching for your own shirt. You're looking at his eyes but he is trained down onto your cleavage, which is pushed up slightly by your bra. 

When he looks back at your face, you could feel your core pulse in excitement. He had this hungry look in his eyes and you were confident that it wasn’t because he was acting. You grab his face to pull him back into you, continuing to clash tongues and teeth. Pedro reaches behind you to grab your ass, pulling you closer to him in the process. You let out an involuntary whimper. He slides his hands up the sides of your body, trailing his hands to the clasp of your bra. He pulls back and pulls each strap down your arms, letting it fall onto the floor, leaving your chest exposed to him. 

“fuck ..” He lets out but it’s barely audible and it definitely wasn’t scripted. 

He’s pushing you back onto the bed and the two of you began the crawl that you had practiced many times before, never breaking eye contact. Once you were laying down, Pedro hoving over you once again, you started to feel exposed and slightly insecure. Before you can think further, Pedro is pulling down your pants, leaving you in nothing but the lacy black thong that had extra lining that matched your skin tone. He takes a moment removing his own pants, leaving him in a pair of tighty whities. Even with the protective sock he wore for actor protection, you could still see the outline of his dick. 

He crawls back over you, his eyes dark. You reach up to kiss him again and you begin the ‘grinding’ into him. All that was going through your head were the events of the night in your trailer. How he felt against you. Another weak moan slips past your lips and his hands are reaching down, removing the black thong and leaving the skin tone underwear that sat under it. 

This was feeling way too real and you were soaked. You knew that whoever was in charge of cleaning costumes would hate their life when your soaked underwear made their way to them. Your mind refocuses to see Pedro’s own underwear had been removed, leaving him in his own weird skin toned thing, sock thingy. He looks down, pretending to grab his dick and ‘enters’ it into you. You let out a breathy moan, not entirely fake as you imagine how it would really feel. Pedro lets out a grunt and starts to rock his hips forwards onto you. The pressure of his heavy cock was rubbing you a little too good. There definitely wasn’t enough protection between the two of you and if you hadn’t had such a strong attraction towards Pedro, you’d definitely feel uncomfortable right now. He’s kissing you again but all you can do is let out tiny breathy moans into his mouth, trying your best to focus on acting. He’s giving you a nod, signaling to start the big finish. You’re both letting out boasting moans, his head falling into your neck as your hands are clawing at his back. Both breathing heavily, he gives your neck a small kiss. 

You can’t help but let your mind freak out. That kiss wasn’t for the camera, it was out of view. That kiss was just for you. 

“Cut!” 

Pedro makes his way off of you, grabbing a robe that is being handed to him. You slowly got up, feeling dizzy and confused. You wrapped the robe that was offered to you and listened to whatever was being said by whoever was talking. You couldn’t focus even if you had tried. 

You sat in the corner as everyone watched the footage, making sure it was good before releasing the team. Once the director gave the thumbs up, you were rushing back to your dressing room to get undone. 

“You guys were amazing out there, the chemistry was insane. Everything looked so real! I guess that’s why you guys get paid the big bucks huh?” One of the girls in the room gushed about the performance. You simply let out a small thanks to show your appreciation. 

You wanted nothing more than to go home and wallow in self pity over a man that doesn’t want you. You still planned on not giving up but you really needed a breather and a break. 

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[dolcezzatoru]

I was the anon who asked for the gojo x v reader headcanons. I wasn't expecting a mini fic but it was so good. Please do a part 2 if you can. 🙏

nonnie your patience deserves an award and i appreciate you <3 i had this in my drafts for so long and was never quite happy with it, but i think (i think) i finally reached a point im satisfied <3 thank you sm for reading and for requesting !!

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐩𝐭. 𝐈𝐈

gojo satoru x virgin!fem reader. loss of virginity. satoru is so so sweet and gentle ♡ pt. 𝐈 here

your body molds into satoru's as his lips, tongue, and hands speed up and roam around. you're giggling and biting your lip as his hands wander your back and ass, nipping at your neck, jaw, and collarbone. you can't help it--your neck is too sensitive for him to be planting his sweet little kisses there.

the anxiety flutters around your body, your heart thumping in your chest as excitement and fear fight for dominance.

barely missing a beat, satoru's hands travel to the clasp of your bra, running his fingers along the edge.

"may i?"

his voice was low, the huskiness of his own desire vibrating against your neck just under your ear.

the fear bubbled up a bit more, but you held yourself against him and nodded.

"need to hear ya say it, sweetheart"

the excitement's back, and squashes the anxiety in its place with one sentence. god, he's the best.

"please, satoru," you manage to say breathily, "i want it,"

he hums against your neck, barely pulling away as he unclasps it quickly. he must've felt your face get warm against him, as he didn't hesitate to bring his lips to yours.

"so beautiful," he muttered, "all mine,"

oh, your knees were weak.

he palmed one of your tits in his hand, gently kneading it until you moaned back into his mouth. all the touch and everything was growing too much to bear; you felt yourself just getting wetter and wetter at his touch.

and he's barely done anything.

you felt yourself rubbing your thighs together instinctively, trying to create any more friction for your neglected center. satoru caught on, and moved his hand further down.

he spun you two around, sitting down on the couch behind him as he sat you on his lap facing away. he spread your legs across his, gently snaking his hand to your inner thigh. his other hand grabs at your other breast, continuing to knead and pinch at your perky nipple.

he was right at your ear, peering over your shoulder at the masterpiece in front of him.

he held you in place gently, daring not to grab on too hard almost in fear that he'd break you.

"how's this?" he cooed right at the shell of your ear, "still doin' okay, my little angel?"

what a thing to say.

you tried to close your legs at the sudden arousal flowing from between them, only for satoru to softly keep your legs forced open.

"mhm," you softly whine out, "feels good,"

he laughs softly behind you, running a hand down your thigh. "i've barely even gotten started yet,"

satoru's hand travels down until it hits your folds, slickened by his teasing and sweet words of endearment.

you can't get a word out before his long, rough fingers just ghost over your core. you were getting antsy.

"p-please, just do something..." you turn in his direction, not being able to see the smug look on his face as you practically beg for him to touch you.

"so impatient," you hear him smiling.

before he could even finish his words, he's rubbing small circles on your clit. the sudden touch makes you squirm a bit, but satoru keeps you steady and spread open on his lap.

"this wet already?" he purrs, "you're spoiling me, love"

he slides one finger in.

you can't help but drag out a soft breath, slightly moaning as your back arches at the feeling. it feels so good. he hasn't let up on fondling your tit in his other hand, matching the pace as he curls his finger inside of you.

and then he inserts another.

he's continuing to rub your sensitive clit as he makes quick use of his fingers. you can't help but to throw your head back onto his shoulder, trying not to moan loudly as you let out gentle pants.

he was speaking softly in your ear, but there, was too much going on. you felt hot all over.

"s-satoru, 'm g-gonna..."

you finished quicker than your own sentence, body shaking on top of him as you instinctively bucked your hips into his palm. he slowed his pace, letting you set the speed so he wouldn't overstimulate you.

he pulled his two fingers out, bringing it up to your open mouth before sticking them in.

"wanna see how you taste?"

you moaned on his fingers, relishing in the sweetness that dripped off as you sucked on them. he pulled out of your mouth, using his hand to turn your head towards him to kiss you.

everything was happening so quick. he spun you around on him, barely stopping his kissing as he set you on his lap facing him. he shimmied his boxers off impatiently, freeing his cock from the boxers that've been keeping it contained.

satoru looked up at you, chin covered in a sheen of spit and cum from making out with you so sloppily.

he looked perfect.

"are you ready? i'll try and go slow,"

he sounded needy, impatient; part of you didn't believe he could go slow but you decided to put your faith in him. you nodded, throwing your arms around his neck for stability as he spread the pre leaking from his tip down to the rest of it.

you squatted over him as he lined up with your entrance. you were still coming down from your high, feeling a little unstable and dreamy as you felt his cock rub up and down your folds. it gave you goosebumps.

you cried out in pleasure as you felt him enter you. it didn't hurt, per say, but it was different. nonetheless, it felt good. barely the tip was in and you already felt so full.

all you could focus on was satoru.

he looked up at you, studying your face for any sign of pain or discomfort. his eyes almost looked like they were glowing, admiring the way you took all of him.

finally, he bottomed out and you relaxed on top of him.

"shit, baby, you're so tight," he barely breathed out, "you doing okay?"

you readjusted a bit and nodded again, looking down at his sweet puppy dog eyes staring back up at you. being level with your chest, satoru plants kisses across your torso and breasts, muttering praises between.

"my perfect girl, taking me so well,"

you card your fingers through his hair, adjusting to this fullness before he speaks again.

"gonna start movin', 'kay?"

you bite your lip and nod impatiently, eagerly waiting for whatever came next.

you felt every inch of his thick cock pistoning in and out of you. he was nervous at first to go fast at all, but seeing the way you took him made him go a little hungry for a bit.

his pace quickened as he held onto you for a while, burying his head in your chest but looking up to watch your face as you moaned his name like it was a prayer.

satoru was vocal, that's for sure. he wasn't shy with his praises and sweet words, so pussy drunk that he could barely think straight.

you looked down at him, and the sight threw you over the edge of your second orgasm. his eyes were locked into yours, totally glazed over as all he could focus on was the way your walls felt gripping his cock.

"f-fuck..." you barely moan out, "i'm so close...kiss me, please?"

he didn't need permission to take your face in his hands and kiss you harder than he's kissed you before. he could barely focus on controlling himself when your walls clamped down on him, moaning into his mouth as you came again. it's no wonder his release came after, pumping you with his thick cum as you pushed your body closer to him.

and you stayed like that for a while, softly making out and panting into the others mouth as you came down together. eventually, satoru lifted you off his cock and into his lap, hugging you from behind.

he gently kissed the nape and side of your neck as he spoke softly.

"see love, you did amazing," he smiled, "you're so perfect,"

as he peppered more and more kisses on you, you wondered how soon it could be before you go for another round.

[luvyeni]

OMG KING VAMPIRE OR JUST NORMAL KING BANGCHAN......I CANT

COULD YOU PLEASE DO IT WITH FEMALE READER BUT CAN YOU MAKE HER A VIRGIN THE PLOT IS UP TOO YOU!!!

ALSO BEST WRITERS AWARD GOES TOO.....

YOU🏆🏆🏆🏆

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

FEAR; BANG CHAN

pairings. vampire!chan x servant!reader

wc. 1.1k

warnings. fingering , unprotected sex, breeding kink, corruption kink, virgin reader, metions of biting.

i hope you like it <3 !

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"the king wants to see you." your eyes widened , why would he want to see you. "w..why." the other maid shrugged. "he asked for you specifically , now hurry before he gets angry."

your legs trembled as you made your way to his room , trying to think of anything you could've done that pissed him off in anyway , knocking on his door. "enter." you heard him say , you push the door open , where he's sitting at his desk , his shades blocking the sun from coming in , a dim light surrounding the room.

"＿ , come in." his red eyes stalked you as you made your way in. "close the door." you obeyed. "y..you wanted to see me?" you keep your head down. "you know ＿ , i can hear everything going on in my castle right?" he tilted his head to the side. "i can smell a lot of things too." he said , standing up.

"why are you scared of me?" he made his way over to you , you backed up. "i..im not scared." you said. "yeah? then why are you backing up?" he smirked , taking a deep breath in , exhaling. "i can smell the fear." his eyes were dark , just as you felt your back hit the door , he quickly caged you between the door.

his head dipped in between your shoulder blades "you smell good." he nuzzled his nose in between your neck. "so fucking good." he groaned lowly. "s..sir." he made direct eye contact with you. "don't call me that, if you call me that i won't be able to control myself." his voice made a gush of arousal flood your panties. "am i scaring you now love?" you shook your head.

"n..no." he smiled, "why , is it because your aroused." one of his hands came down to your waist. "i can smell it , any vampire floating around here could smell it." you whimpered , your eyes flickering to his plump lips. "go a head princess, you can kiss me." he watched you freeze , he knew it, you were a virgin. "you don't know how , do you?" he smiled.

"p..please kiss me." you whined , that's all he needed before his lips were on yours , taking the lead , it was slow but rough and full of lust , he pulled away , your lips were red and swollen , eyes shiny. "look at you, so pretty for me already." he let go of your waist , taking your hand , you followed him , like you were under some sort of spell.

"let's get you out of this princess." he untied the strings of your dress , letting it pool around your ankles. "lay down on your back." he commanded you , taking his clothes off , joining you on the bed , in between your legs. "look at you, all spread out for me , just a minute ago you were trembling in fear." he chuckled , his hands rubbing both your thighs.

"i bet you'd let me do anything to your body." he rubbed your clit through your panties , you bit your lip, nodding. his head dipped down once again in your neck , right next to your ear. "would you let me bite you?" you felt his sharp fangs , slightly grazing the side of your neck. "make you mine forever." you moaned out , dumbly nodding. "y..yes." he hummed at your answer.

"good girl , this is your first time , so i won't, i can't make any promises for next time." he slid your panties to side , his finger prodding at your hole. "p..please." he slowly pushed his finger in , "baby you're so tight , can barely take my finger." he cooed , "you feeling okay love?" you nodded. "s..so good." you moaned. "i..i want more."

he chuckled at how fucked out you quickly became. "another one of my fingers , you sure you can take it." he said. "i..i can take it i promise." you moaned. "okay baby." he slid another finger into you , scissoring you open. "gotta get you ready for my cock." he used his thumb to rub circles on your clit. "s..sir , im gonna cum." that name set something off inside of him , he found your gspot , repeatedly fucking his fingers into it, making your scream. "shit!"

"i told you about that name princess." he growled as you clenched around his fingers , legs shaking as your orgasm approached. "gonna cum for me?" you whined. "y..yes please let me cum." he smiled at how you begged for his permission. "go a head cum for me." your body trembled as you came around his fingers. "good girl."

he pulled his fingers out , bringing them to his mouth , tasting you. "you taste really good." he groaned. "as much i want to taste more of you , im gonna explode if i don't get inside of you?" his cock rubbed up against your cunt. "p..please be gentle." he kissed your lips. "of course i will." he said, slowly pushing the tip of his cock in. "you're so tense princess , let me in." he whispered , guiding more of his cock in.

once he was fully inside , he stayed like that letting you adjust to his size. "s..so full." he smiled, wiping the tears that fell from your eyes. "feeling full princess." he hissed when you clenched around him. "fu..fuck you're killing me my love , i need to move." you nodded. "o..okay." he pulled all the way out, pushing himself all the way back in, his thrust were slow, but you wanted more. "p..please, m..more." you whimpered.

"if that's what my princess wants." he began to pick up the pace, "shit- love you're so wet." his hips snapped against yours , "feel so good , gonna make sure no other guy will be able to fuck you , gonna make you mines forever." he hissed. "you understand that princess , gonna be my queen." you moaned a bunch of incoherent things , nodding to whatever he said.

"gonna let me bite you next time, hmm? -shit- so i can fuck you for eternity?" he grabbed your jaw. "answer me love." he thrusted into you deeper. "y..yes! ple..ease im gonna cum." you gripped the sheets. "go ahead princess , im not stopping until i cum inside your pretty pussy." his hips only getting faster , finally the pressure in your stomach stopped as you came around his cock. "o..oh my god." your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"thats -shit- that's it love , im cumming, ngh!" he pushed all the way inside of you, his cum flooding your walls. "sh..shit." he sighed.

"you're mines now."

©️LUVYENI

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[nctxlight]

˖ ࣪ . 🌱 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .  NCT XLIGHT, pronounced as NCT BLACKLIGHT, is a seven-member fictional unit of NCT. They debuted on March 23rd, 2018 under SM ENTERTAINMENT as the fourth and only female sub-unit of the unlimited member concept group NCT. Multiple members debuted within separate units under NCT before making their debut in XLIGHT during the group's NCT 2018 EMPATHY era. 

The individual members of the group faced heavy amounts of backlash when they made their original debuts in NCT, but when the first all female unit was announced in 2018, both fans and the general public were excited for the debut. Due to XLIGHT debuting during NCT 2018, they didn't see too much success with their debut song 'P!NK' despite the song being well enjoyed by the public. The girls began to gain notable traction when they had their first comeback in 2018 and became considered a monster rookie group after being nominated for multiple Rookie of the Year awards.

In the early months of 2019, SM confirmed that XLIGHT's lineup will be expanding with new members throughout the years. Since the group's debut in 2018, they have gained only three members and there are no foreseeable plans to add any more members.

Over the years, XLIGHT has been known to have their own distinct music style that sits somewhere between the style of 127 and Dream. They have been praised for having such diverse concepts each comeback but still managing to keep their unique but recognizable sound. XLIGHT is considered the most popular NCT unit in the eyes of the general public but according to the fans, the girls are the third most popular unit.

˖ ࣪ ˚ . GROUP NAME ⇁ NCT XLIGHT

˖ ࣪ ˚ . MEMBER NICKNAME ⇁ The Neos

˖ ࣪ ˚ . FANDOM NAME ⇁ NCTzens / Lightzens

˖ ࣪ ˚ . FANDOM COLORS ⇁ #bbf604 #df0095

˖ ࣪ ˚ . COMPANY ⇁ SM Entertainment 

˖ ࣪ ˚ . DEBUT DATE ⇁ March 23rd, 2018

˖ ࣪ ˚ . DEBUT SONG ⇁ P!NK

˖ ࣪ ˚ . GREETING ⇁ "To the world, this is NCT! Hello, we are NCT XLIGHT!"

˖ ࣪ . 🌱 ࿐ ♡ ˚ . MEET THE NEOS!

˖ ࣪ . 🍒 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .  HEO DURI professionally known as DEDE was born in 1996 in Daegu, South Korea. She is the oldest of the group and was placed into the lineup in late 2019 after previously debuting in 127 with Regular. She made her debut in U during NCT 2020 with the release of from home. DEDE was introduced as a SM Rookie on July 17th, 2014 alongside Haechan. She was given the title of Mom of NCT by both the girls and boys due to her very motherly personality and for being the oldest female member.

˖ ࣪ ˚ . FULL NAME ⇁ Heo Duri

˖ ࣪ ˚ . BIRTHDAY ⇁ May 17th, 1996

˖ ࣪ ˚ . BIRTHPLACE ⇁ Daegu, South Korea

˖ ࣪ ˚ . POSITION ⇁ Main Vocalist, Lead Dancer, Visual

˖ ࣪ ˚ . UNITS⇁ XLIGHT, 127, U

˖ ࣪ ˚ . HEIGHT ⇁ 163cm

˖ ࣪ ˚ . ETHNICITY ⇁ Korean

˖ ࣪ ˚ . NATIONALITY ⇁ Korean

˖ ࣪ ˚ . FACECLAIM ⇁ Im Nayeon

˖ ࣪ . 🦋 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .  YOSHIDA HANABI professionally known as NABI was born in 1997 in Yokohama, Japan. She is an original member of XLIGHT but didn't make her debut in NCT until the NCT 2018 Empathy era, when she debuted in U with boss. NABI was introduced as a SM Rookie on July 9th, 2015 alongside Koeun, Hina, and Herin. She was the 2nd Japanese member to debut and is highly popular over in Japan.

˖ ࣪ ˚ . FULL NAME ⇁ Yoshida Hanabi

˖ ࣪ ˚ . BIRTHDAY ⇁ April 5th, 1997

˖ ࣪ ˚ . BIRTHPLACE ⇁ Yokohama, Japan

˖ ࣪ ˚ . POSITION ⇁ Main Dancer, Lead Vocalist

˖ ࣪ ˚ . UNITS⇁ XLIGHT, U

˖ ࣪ ˚ . HEIGHT ⇁ 166cm

˖ ࣪ ˚ . ETHNICITY ⇁ Japanese

˖ ࣪ ˚ . NATIONALITY ⇁ Japanese

˖ ࣪ ˚ . FACECLAIM ⇁ Hirai Momo

˖ ࣪ . 🌤️ ࿐ ♡ ˚ .  BYUN NOEUL professionally known as NOEUL was born in 1998 in Incheon, South Korea. She was the first female member to debut in NCT, turning the group into a coed group with her debut in U with the release of without u. She then made her debut in 127 with firetruck, and then became an original member of XLIGHT. NOEUL was introduced as a SM Rookie on December 9th, 2013 alongside Irene, Jaehyun, and Lami. She was given the position of leader due to her training the longest and being the group's founding member.

˖ ࣪ ˚ . FULL NAME ⇁ Byun Noeul

˖ ࣪ ˚ . BIRTHDAY ⇁ December 31st, 1998

˖ ࣪ ˚ . BIRTHPLACE ⇁ Incheon, South Korea

˖ ࣪ ˚ . POSITION ⇁ Leader, Main Vocalist, Lead Dancer

˖ ࣪ ˚ . UNITS⇁ XLIGHT, 127, U

˖ ࣪ ˚ . HEIGHT ⇁ 165cm

˖ ࣪ ˚ . ETHNICITY ⇁ Korean

˖ ࣪ ˚ . NATIONALITY ⇁ Korean

˖ ࣪ ˚ . FACECLAIM ⇁ Hwang Eunbi

˖ ࣪ . 🐼 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .  AHN ISEUL professionally known as ISEUL was born in 1999 in Seoul, South Korea. She is the first added member to the lineup and made her debut in the unit in early 2019 after previously debuting in U with Yestoday. ISEUL was introduced as a SM Rookie on December 23rd, 2013 alongside Johnny, Ten, and Yuta. She also debuted as a member of project girl group Girls on Top. ISEUL is one of the group's main producers and has credits to her name for other major groups as well.

˖ ࣪ ˚ . FULL NAME ⇁ Ahn Iseul

˖ ࣪ ˚ . BIRTHDAY ⇁ September 4th, 1999

˖ ࣪ ˚ . BIRTHPLACE ⇁ Seoul, South Korea

˖ ࣪ ˚ . POSITION ⇁ Main Rapper, Lead Dancer, Vocalist

˖ ࣪ ˚ . UNITS⇁ XLIGHT, U

˖ ࣪ ˚ . HEIGHT ⇁ 162cm

˖ ࣪ ˚ . ETHNICITY ⇁ Korean

˖ ࣪ ˚ . NATIONALITY ⇁ Korean

˖ ࣪ ˚ . FACECLAIM ⇁ Lee Saerom 

˖ ࣪ . 🐺 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .  JUNG YOUNGHA professionally known as LIBBY was born in 2000 in Daegu, South Korea. She is an original member of XLIGHT and was the second female member ever announced. She made her debut in Dream and NCT with the release of chewing gum, then 127 with limitless and finally in U with make a wish. LIBBY was introduced as a SM Rookie on December 3rd, 2013 alongside Seulgi, Jeno, and Taeyong. She was given the nickname of Miss Neo due to her being considered the most neo female member in the group.

˖ ࣪ ˚ . FULL NAME ⇁ Jung Youngha

˖ ࣪ ˚ . BIRTHDAY ⇁ August 17th, 2000

˖ ࣪ ˚ . BIRTHPLACE ⇁ Daegu, South Korea

˖ ࣪ ˚ . POSITION ⇁ Main Rapper, Main Dancer, Vocalist, Center

˖ ࣪ ˚ . UNITS⇁ XLIGHT, Dream, 127, U

˖ ࣪ ˚ . HEIGHT ⇁ 169cm

˖ ࣪ ˚ . ETHNICITY ⇁ Korean

˖ ࣪ ˚ . NATIONALITY ⇁ Korean-American

˖ ࣪ ˚ . FACECLAIM ⇁ Hwang Yeji

˖ ࣪ . 🌸 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .  ZHOU MEILI professionally known as LILI was born in 2001 in Beijing, China. She was the last member to join the group and was placed into the lineup in 2021 after previously debuting in WayV with Regular. She made her debut in U during NCT 2020 with the release of 90s love. LILI was introduced as a SM Rookie on July 17th, 2018 alongside Xiaojun, Hendery, and Yangyang. She is well known as China's Flower due to her ethereal visuals and sweet personality.

˖ ࣪ ˚ . FULL NAME ⇁ Zhou Meili

˖ ࣪ ˚ . BIRTHDAY ⇁ June 30th, 2001

˖ ࣪ ˚ . BIRTHPLACE ⇁ Beijing, China

˖ ࣪ ˚ . POSITION ⇁ Lead Dancer, Vocalist, Visual

˖ ࣪ ˚ . UNITS⇁ XLIGHT, WayV, U

˖ ࣪ ˚ . HEIGHT ⇁ 170cm

˖ ࣪ ˚ . ETHNICITY ⇁ Chinese

˖ ࣪ ˚ . NATIONALITY ⇁ Chinese

˖ ࣪ ˚ . FACECLAIM ⇁ Shen Xiaoting

˖ ࣪ . 🐣 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .  MCKENZIE LEE professionally known as ZIE was born in 2003 in Canberra, Australia. She is an original member of XLIGHT and was the third female member ever announced. She made her debut in Dream and NCT with the release of chewing gum, then later in U with 90s love. ZIE was introduced as a SM Rookie on December 16th, 2013 alongside Mark, Hansol, and Jisung. She also debuted as a member of project girl group Girls on Top. ZIE was given the nickname of Giant Baby due to being the tallest female member but the youngest overall member.

˖ ࣪ ˚ . FULL NAME ⇁ McKenzie Minjung Lee

˖ ࣪ ˚ . BIRTHDAY ⇁ May 5th, 2003

˖ ࣪ ˚ . BIRTHPLACE ⇁ Canberra, Australia

˖ ࣪ ˚ . POSITION ⇁ Lead Rapper, Lead Dancer, Vocalist, Visual, Maknae

˖ ࣪ ˚ . UNITS⇁ XLIGHT, Dream, U

˖ ࣪ ˚ . HEIGHT ⇁ 178cm

˖ ࣪ ˚ . ETHNICITY ⇁ Korean

˖ ࣪ ˚ . NATIONALITY ⇁ Australian

˖ ࣪ ˚ . FACECLAIM ⇁ Lee Chaeyoung

layout insp. by myah! ( @venusvity​ )

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Swan Song is the 14th mini album by La Vie under Rainbow Entertainment. It was released on June 1st, 2024. The album features 6 tracks plus a secret track on physical copies of the album, with Heartbeat Rhythm being the title track. It is available both physically and digitally.

La Vie promoted the album for 3 weeks in total. Heartbeat Rhythm peaked at 3 on the Circle Chart. The title track also charted on the Billboard Hot 100, peaking at 30. La Vie won 4 music show awards for Heartbeat Rhythm.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  i. the tracklist !

♡ .   Intro: Act 1 originally composed by Tchaikovsky, re-worked by DAY1

♡ .   Heartbeat Rhythm ( title track ) produced by ROZE, M1KO, and Kang Sol

♡ .   In My Dreams produced by M1KO

♡ .   Fairy of Shampoo produced by ROZE and Kang Sol

♡ .   Black Swan produced by DAY1 and CHASER

♡ . My World produced by HWI and Hiro

♡ . Always Forever ( secret track ) produced by Salem Kueakulsri and Kang Sol, featuring Salem Kueakulsri on guitar and backing vocals

find salem at @plasticflwrs !!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ii. buy the album !

♡ .   White Swan version

. cd, photobook ( 150 p ), photocards ( 10ver. 2ea ), sticker sheet ( 1ver. 1ea ), tracklist ( 1ver. 1ea ), lyric book ( 1ver. 1ea ), Swan Song ribbon ( 2ver. 1ea )

. pre-orders only ; poster ( 5ver. 1ea ), polaroid card ( 5ver. 1ea ), signed polaroid ( 5 ver. 1 ea. random units )

♡ .   Black Swan version

. cd, photobook ( 150 p ), photocards ( 10ver. 2ea ), sticker sheet ( 1ver. 1ea ), tracklist ( 1ver. 1ea ), lyric book ( 1ver. 1ea ), Swan Song ribbon ( 2ver. 1ea )

. pre-orders only ; poster ( 5ver. 1ea ), polaroid card ( 5ver. 1ea ), signed polaroid ( 5 ver. 1 ea. random units )

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ iii. the styling !

♡ .   an all blonde era for the ages!!

♡ .   pinks, black and white, soft, ruffles, bows, ribbons, feminine and dainty

♡ .   one stage featured all white outfits completed with white feathered wings, emulating the white swan imagery

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ iv. the reception !

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ v. the highlights !

♡ .   as soon as the title of the album was announced, fans immediately began speculating that this was a disbandment comeback

♡ .   with the lack of response from rbe on the matter and fans eventually finding the secret track on physical copies titled "always forever," the speculations only grew

♡ .   it wasnt until anya went on life during promotions for the album and saw the influx of questions about disbandment did she deny the rumors

♡ .   "disbanding? no, we're not disbanding," she laughed, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth. "as far as i know, at least," she teased before moving on.

♡ .   the biggest thing that marred this era was the all-out war brought on by mari's single release only a few days after the album was dropped

♡ .   ot5 fans vs. mari solo fans was the majority of the fighting, but even ot6 and non-lovies were choosing sides and talking about the drama

♡ .   neither mari nor the rest of la vie had anything to say about it until an infamous, now deleted, live where tomi talks about mari's solo and exactly what she thinks about it

♡ .   some were shocked by this, calling tomi jealous or bitter while some fans agreed with what she had to say

♡ .   instagram stories from her private instagram account were later leaked showing her opinion on the topic

♡ .   other than the drama, this era was rather successful!

♡ .   the girls went viral for their ethereal beauty in several of their performance videos, especially the one where they donned white wings with their outfits

♡ .   #musicbankangels was trending for 2 days after the episode aired, a tag filled with lovies and non-fans alike posting fancams and fawning over their visuals, especially the innocent looking sohee

♡ .   the 2sun shippers got ahold of fairy of shampoo and went wild!! especially with sol having credits on the song

♡ .   the audio on tiktok was filled with edits of sunnie and sol almost immediately, and it started a trend with other wlw and lgbt ships as well, and pretty soon the song became the poster of gay relationships on the app

♡ .   it's unclear whether sol knew about the trend or not, but she did post a story to instagram featuring a table set for two with the audio overtop, sending the shippers into even more of a frenzy

♡ .   the group reprised a beloved series, lovie's fruit stand, with lovie lake, a series where the girls stayed in a cabin together on a lake in the mountains, relaxing and doing summer activities together such as having a barbecue, singing around a campfire, and even swimming in the lake

♡ .   the fans love the relaxing and cozy content from this series, and photo of anya lounging in an innertube on the lake unaware of star approaching mischievously in the background became a new reaction image that made the rounds all over stan twitter

♡ .   overall, this era truly made it's impact !!

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[240915] Yujin TikTok update: ᙏ̤̥ ♡⁼³₌₃

Tiktok was recorded on [240907] at 2024 The Fact Music Awards.

Sources:

https://www.tiktok.com/@official_kep1er/video/7414502421218495752

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/a526Bzkp5Ag

https://www.instagram.com/p/C_7N61Bz6U4/

[c00kietin]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD!❣️

Once you are given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people you ♡adore♡! Absolutely no pressure, but. It's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <3 >u< ILY/P

OMG STOP AJKSDSAJKDKS

I LOVE THE RAINBOW LETTERS RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

I LOVE YA TOO YOU'RE THE BEST DSAFHDHAJFKHAHKJJDSKKJ

[verycharismaticdragon]

On Air Island - chapter 4 - part 6

navigation: [prev] - [next]

catching up: ch.1 [full] - ch.2 p.1 - story so far [transcript]

other: [character guide] - [to avoid sp⊘ilers]

Took out my vote as usual to solve the tie ✌️ I would say you missed something good but thankfully there's no version of this conversation that isn't gay af

(the transcript is available below the poll, under keep reading)

Yeah in case it wasn't clear, Hanse switched to addressing Ezra informally too at the end. Hanse be like 'i will do almost anything my donating viewers tell me to do but i draw the line at not letting a pretty guy call me by name'. Like my beloved child your priorities lol

*og tl: Tell them not to be a bother and just leave!

**og tl: Hanse, help Honari to calm her down

Transcript legend:

In-game text

Character speaking: dialogue line

regular chat message Donation: donation message

available donation messages

{ Alternative translation }

|| 🏅 award (achievement) collected ||

———— ———— ————

Ezra: Hanse, do you mind if I leave? { Mr. Lee Hanse, is it okay to talk casually? }

[player] donated 50 Small Diamond: Who said that??? That's ridiculous^^; { Decided that one-sidedly??? Ridiculous ^^; }

Hanse: Ouch............... [player], calm down!

Ezra: Hmm? What does the observer say?

MyGod: ikr who said that { fr one-sidedly decided } Uaenaa: They can be friends! Like why not?

Hanse: Well...... I think he's wondering why you wanted to let go of the horse. { Well… I think they are curious why you switched to informal speech. }

Ezra: Ah~ We're the same age, right?

Ezra: We worked well together on the mission, and I thought we got along pretty well. { Besides, we worked well together while doing missions, and I thought we became quite close. }

goodboy: How old are they? Minplant: idk

Ezra: If I'm the only one who felt that way, I might feel a little lonely.

Hanse: Oh, no! I was, too. I was, too. I mean, really...... { N-no! So did, so did I. It’s not just empty words, I really… }

Hanse: Please take care of me, Ezra!

onionin: Hanse you are… { lmaoooo Hanse this was too much lol } savvymn: Please take care of me too Ezra♡

Ezra: Thank you, Hanse.

Ezra: It's dark, so be careful around here. I'll see you later.

goodboy: What a Sweet Guy

Naoto: Ha! I've prepared myself for the fact that I'll be doing a lot of live shows, but...... { Ha! I knew we would be doing all sorts of crazy things so I mentally prepared myself, but... }

Naoto: I didn't expect it to be this bad.

Naoto: I'm sure we'll find blood or something to prove it's a serious matter.

Believe: Cheer up Naoto! hansame: Be careful HsWAVE: But what if Naoto is right? Can they do this? iceice33: The production team must have had some considerations. sunisme: If the island is that dangerous, they probably won’t bring them to this island in the first place

Mr.Fact: Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!

Mr.Fact: Isn't this a golden opportunity? You're not the type to miss this, are you?

Darling: He is so excited SaMSiKi: Blind for money… deeping: I hope Hanse will get it, not Mr.Fact.

Mr.Fact: What's that? Don't you dare to take a peek!

Alice: The empty wheelbarrow is making a lot of noise. In fact, we're leaving before Mr. Fact!

Mr.Fact: You're really pissed, aren't you? I'm going too. Go!

floopy: WHY AM I TREMBLING?!?!? sunisme: Fyuh intense one here fyuh nohanse: Let’s go too hanseya: We can’t be late

Honari: Hanse, you've been looking a bit pale......

Tell them not to be a bother and just leave! { Say, “Stop bothering me and go away!” }

Hanse, help Honari to calm her down { Help Honari feel at ease, Hanse }

Is something wrong? Please answer it honestly

[w-eons]

❥　　🥛⁺ beautiful person award! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

⁺　　.　　 ﾟ　　.　　　⊹

-　send this in someone's inbox who is absolutely beautiful and a kind person that just deserves everything <3

❥ notes . . . cutest moodboards !! keep going with your blog , it's very cute and i adore it !! <3

OMG TYSM! ILY SMM /p