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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where maybe a period doesn't actually have to be the end of the sentence. or The Twenty Eighth Installment of the SKZ!Pack Prequel Series.

Tags: Skz, Stray Kids, Stay, SKZ!pack, ABO, Omegaverse, Skz!Pack prequel, Pack!prequel, ot8, skz x you, skz x reader, femreader, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, lee felix, hwang hyunjin, y/n, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios, skz abo, skz fluff, skz angst, skz smut

Genre: Angst, LOTS of Fluff, Suggestive, Light Smut

Warnings: Blood, Periods, Periods, Periods. If you don't like talk of menses, this one probably isn't for you. Period Sex, Blood Play, Blood as Lube, Mentions of Abortion, Unhealthy views of menstrual cycles

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“You look like shit.”

You barely raise your head from where it rests on your forearms at Hwasa’s observation, hearing the rustle as she slides into the seat beside you at the back of the lecture hall.

“Yeah, well-” You mutter out, turning your head slightly so you can narrow her in your field of vision, the movement making your headache pound behind one of your eyes. “-I feel like shit.”

She leans on her elbows on the desk, lowering herself so she can scan her gaze over your face, her dark hair falling over the shoulder of the fluffy faux coat she currently wears.

A wave of lavender washes over you at the movement.

“What’s going on with you? Pre-rut?” She asks in a lower voice, her dark eyes flicking between your own, full lips pulled into a hint of a worried line.

You shake your head. “Worse.” She stares at you for a moment, and then you see something akin to regretful acknowledgement flash across her gaze.

She sighs. “Ah, shit.”

You nod, keeping the movement jilted to stop from worsening your headache. “Yep.” She sits back in her chair, blowing out a breath, the perfect dark eyeliner-reminiscent of cat eyes-framing her lashes wrinkling a little as she narrows her gaze, pursing her lips in thought.

“I mean, you’re in a pack now, does it help at all?” She finally queries, glancing back over to where you still lay slumped over the desk like some sort of victorian plague victim.

You groan, pushing yourself up to a somewhat sitting position, and ignore the protests of your body as you do so, the pull of the sharp cramps tightening around your midsection, making your pubic bone ache.

“I don’t know. I haven’t told them.”

Hwasa’s gaze sharpens on your own, disapproval washing over her pretty features and leaking into her tone when she speaks. “What? But you guys have been together long enough to have this happen several times now, right?”

You give a little shrug. “Well, yeah, but I don’t hang around them during that time of the month. I give excuses, and crawl into my bed and die for a week, and then when it’s over, I drag my ass back to life and no one is none the wiser.”

Hwasa crosses her arms over her chest, sharp, pointed nails ticking across the arms of her coat as she stares at you.

You feel your hackles rise under her gaze. “What?”

She sighs, long and heavy, like you’re a disappointing child, and retorts, “You need to tell them. They could help you through it, like a rut. Trust me, it’ll be better for everyone.”

“It’s gross and personal-” You protest right back, already feeling your cheeks heat at the thought of having to talk to the pack-made up entirely of males-and explain to them why you’re out of commission for a week out of the month. “-they’re not gonna understand.”

She scoffs at that. “Please, you’re all adults, and if they’re not ready to deal with a little bit of period shit, then they have no right to be in your life in the first place.”

“It’s easier said than done-” You whine, putting your forehead in your palms and staring at the chipped surface of the desk. Someone has drawn a crude pen rendition of what looks like a penis just below your notebook.

“(Y/N).” Hwasa says your name sternly, and when you don’t look at her, she leans over and loops her fingers around your wrist, causing you to meet her gaze. She fixes you with a firm look. “They’re in college, I’m sure they’ve had the talk a long time ago and know about female anatomy, okay? It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

You groan, but she stops you from tugging your gaze away from hers once more.

“Honey.” She sighs, and her fingers loosen around your wrist a bit, her voice going softer, her expression growing sympathetic. “I know from our time together, and all our years of friendship since, that your ‘time of the month’ if we’re being delicate, is a lot worse than what’s considered normal. So please, just let them in. They might be able to help and it might save you some misery in the long run.”

You make another little groaning sound, but the headache behind your eyes is pounding and the cramping is only getting worse, so in the end, you acquiesce, at least to just stop talking about it for the moment.

“Okay.” You sigh and give her the hint of a tight smile. “I’ll talk to them.”

*****

“They’re getting worse.” You told your mother, standing in front of the bathroom sink, hands braced on the cold tile, staring at your pale reflection in the mirror.

She had put her hand on your mid back, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “It’s the change. Presenting always affects women differently and more dramatically than men.”

“I don’t want it.” You had cried, already doubled over from the cramps, tears streaming down your cheeks.

It was unfair, cruel even, and in that moment, you’d wanted to disappear, cease to exist, sink into the floor.

“It’s not a choice.” Your mother whispered, pressing kisses to the top of your head. “Women were chosen to suffer, and it is simply something we must endure. In turn, when you are older, the ability to create life will be yours.”

You’d thought that sounded awful in the moment, but didn’t say anything, and determined to follow in your mother’s footsteps, suffered in silence.

*******

It was awful, you decided, to be cursed with such a fate.

Awful in the fact that you could do nothing but curl in your bed and wait for the pains to subside.

Awful that blood stained your hands and thighs and the floor of the shower when you stood beneath the stream of the water, wanting to be clean for just one single moment, but denied the pleasure, a constant reminder.

Awful that no one knew, no one wanted to know.

Awful in the way that he looked at you, like you were some sort of disgusting creature, base and dirty and unworthy.

Awful, awful, awful.

It was raining, drops pelting the window, wind howling, when he came to stand in the doorway of your darkened room, dressed to go out.

Sitting up, you had begged him not to go.

He had simply waved you off, already pulling on his coat. “I don’t have time to sit around with you while you go through whatever this is. Other girls I’ve been with managed to take care of themselves still, get dressed, accompany me, all while this went on.” His lips curved into a sneer as he stared at you, huddled on the bed, bent over from the agony. “At least shower, for god’s sake, put a little effort into yourself for my sake.”

He’d gone out, leaving you alone, and you decided at that moment that it was better to suffer alone, than suffer under the scathing gaze of someone else.

*****

At eighteen, you realized your mother had lied to you.

She’d told you creating life was a gift, a blessing, given to adults.

The positive test sitting in the shaking palm of your hand said otherwise, a blatant lie bathed in stark pink lines.

There wasn’t an option, not now.

It was raining again, when you took the bus to the clinic by yourself.

It was raining when you went home, alone.

Raining when you laid curled up on the bathtub floor.

Raining, raining, raining.

Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding.

Awful, awful, awful.

******

You’re sitting in your bed, curled up against the wall, heating pad held tightly over your midsection, trying to distract yourself with scrolling on your phone, when there’s a knock at the door.

Heaving yourself up, groaning slightly as it jostles your body and worsens the agonizing cramping, you practically double over as you walk to the door, reaching for the handle.

On the other side is Hyunjin, flanked by Felix and Jeongin.

You straighten a little, surprise flickering across your face as you see the omegas standing in the hall of the alpha dorm like they belong here.

“Oh. Hey.” You manage to get out, palm splayed flat on the heating pad to keep it in place as you stand, leaning against the door. “What are you guys doing here?”

Hyunjin gives you the sassiest, most annoyed look you think you’ve seen in awhile.

“Please, like we were gonna sit and let you suffer alone after all you told us in that message?” He sniffs, looking you up and down. “Not very personable by the way, you couldn’t have told us in person?”

You flush slightly, remembering the text you’d sent the pack the night before.

‘This is embarrassing, but I’m on my cycle this week, and you probably won’t see me much. It’s usually pretty bad, but don’t worry, I’ll be good as new next week, and I’ve had plenty of experience dealing with it. Just didn’t wanna make any of you worry with my silence. Plus Hwasa told me I needed to tell you. So there. 😛’

“I didn’t think-” You start to say, and Felix cocks his head, staring at you.

“Didn’t think we’d care? We do.” He says softly, firmly, in a way that makes your bones warm.

“Yeah, noona.” Jeongin nods from behind Hyunjin’s shoulder. “I don’t know much, but I know enough from having girl friends that this time of month sucks on the regular.”

Hyunjin loops his arm through yours. “Now c’mon. We have a bath already drawn up for you in the omega dorms. Let’s go before it gets cold.”

“What, but I-” You begin to protest, but Felix takes your other arm as Jeongin shuts the door to your dorm behind you.

“No buts.” He admonishes gently, giving you the hint of a smile. “You always help us, now let us help you.”

It feels odd, foreign even, but you nod anyway, biting your bottom lip and swallowing the rest of your protest as they walk you over to the omega dorms.

When they lead you into the communal bathroom, the large, sunken tub is already full of steaming water, bath oils shimmering on the surface, bubbles collecting at the edges.

They really weren’t kidding when they said they’d drawn a bath for you.

The room is steamy and warm and smells of citrus and something floral adjacent.

Felix locks the door, and Jeongin moves to grab a couple of towels, as Hyunjin tugs you over to the large tub.

He releases you, putting his hands on his hips, taking you in before he motions with a tilt of his head. “C’mon then, the water's not getting any warmer.”

You hesitate, staring at him for a moment, and then you swallow.

“You guys really don’t have to do this.”

Jeongin glances at you from his seat on the lip of the tub, dangling his fingers in the water, genuine confusion on his face. “Why wouldn’t we?”

“Well, just because-” You hedge out, not really sure how much detail to get into. “It’s kind of gross, and it gets messy-really messy, for me-and the bath is so nice, but you really don’t have to stay-”

Hyunjin’s expression firms as he stares at you as you stutter out excuses. “Please, you don’t think we’re used to messy? C’mon, sweetheart, you’re talking to a room full of omegas here, we’ve got slick and bodily fluids and mess for days.”

You blow out a breath at that. “I know, but-” “But nothing.” Felix says firmly, his hands going down on your shoulders. “A little blood isn’t gonna put any of us off. Right guys?” He glances to the other two omegas and they both nod without hesitation. “See?” Felix murmurs in your ear, his low voice sending a slight shiver down your spine. He moves a small fingered hand to cover your own where you still hold the heat pack to your lower stomach. “You don’t like to see us suffer, right? And you’ve helped us all through heats at this point, so let us help you now, okay?”

Your gaze meets Hyunjin’s and he gives you a pointed stare.

“Just get in the fucking bath.”

Sighing, you finally nod. “Okay. But let me go to the bathroom first.”

You step into the ensuite bathroom and close the door, because suddenly, you feel self conscious. You’ve been naked in front of all of them before-they’re pack, for fuck’s sake-but this feels more intimate, more terrifying.

Words used before ring through your mind as you strip down.

Dirty. Pathetic. Shameful. Disgusting. Weak.

Taking in a breath, you remove the protection you wear and toss it, and almost immediately, blood is slowly starting to ooze down the inside of your thighs, coating your skin with warmth and slickness.

“Fuck.” You swear, glancing down, and decide that as much as you’d like to hide out in the bathroom for a few more moments, you can’t risk it.

Not if you don’t want a puddle on the floor.

Plus, the cramps are resuming with the removal of the heat pack.

So with a sigh of resignation, you leave the bathroom, arms wrapped around you as you step into the warm humidity of the other room where the omegas are waiting.

Trying to keep your legs clamped together so they can’t see the crimson coating your skin, you hurry to the bath and slide into the water. It instantly takes on a pink hue, and you hope they just attribute it to the bath oils they’d clearly added while you were gone.

“Temperature okay?” Felix asks, moving to sit beside Jeongin at the edge of the tub, his gaze assessing your features.

“Yeah, it’s good.” You breathe out, and shift awkwardly beneath the water. Already the heat is helping, but the way they’re all staring at you-

“All right, move over.” Hyunjin commands the younger omegas, as he approaches the bathtub with a rag held in one of his hands. He arches a brow at you as they slide apart, making room for him on the edge of the large tub. “Lemme see.”

You stare at him for a long moment, mouth slightly parted. “No, it’s okay. You really don’t have to-”

He crouches down beside the tub, wetting the rag in the water, his gaze never leaving yours.

“It wasn’t a request, babe. Let me see.”

You don’t think you’ve ever heard Hyunjin sound quite so authoritarian before.

So without another word, you bring your knees up out of the water and spread your legs for him.

The water has washed away the majority of the blood, but there’s still stubborn dried patches from earlier stuck to the warm skin of your upper thighs.

Carefully, slowly, as if he’s scared he’ll spook you, Hyunjin leans forward over the lip of the bath and begins to gently scrub away the bloodstains from off your skin.

You tense under the contact, taking in a sharp breath, but Felix reaches out to put a cool hand on the overheated skin of your shoulder.

“C’mon, noona. You’d do the same for us. Let us take care of you.”

You give a slight shake of your head, and you don’t know if it’s because you’re currently on your period, or if you’re just emotional suddenly, but tears choke your throat a little. “No, it’s not that. It’s just-” Your words cut off as you bite your tongue, because maybe being too honest in this moment isn’t the best thing.

You feel Hyunjin’s gaze flicker up from his work in between your thighs, scanning over your pinched expression.

“Someone gave you shit for it, didn’t they?” He asks softly, and you meet his gaze, your own mirroring the sudden shock his words send crashing over you.

Felix’s fingers tighten a little bit on your shoulder.

Hyunjin scoffs a little laugh-humorless and bitter-and must take your silence as an answer of itself, because he ducks his head to continue washing your skin with the warm water, saying in a murmur, “Yeah, I figured. People like to shit on things they don’t understand. It’s fucked up, but it’s the way it is.”

“That’s just stupid.” Felix announces with a slight edge of defensiveness to his tone. “It’s an anatomical function. Just like something associated with secondary genders-like scents or slick or knotting. You can’t do anything about it.”

“Yeah, but-” You hesitate, then push yourself to continue. “-mine’s always been worse than normal. Way worse than normal. And people just never liked to deal with it.” Your voice dips softer, your breath coming out in a sigh. “It got worse after I presented, so I just kind of holed up every month and dealt with it on my own.”

“You’ve got us now, noona.” Jeongin murmurs back, moving his hand to cover Felix’s where it covers your shoulder.

You glance up and give him the hint of a smile. “I know.” Your smile wavers a bit. “But old habits die hard. And I don’t want you guys to ever think-” Once again, your words stutter to a halt.

“Think what?” Felix pushes softly, as Hyunjin finishes washing your legs, and moves to lean against the lip of the tub, studying you silently, seriously.

You shrug one shoulder. “I don’t know. That I’m gross or pathetic or something like that.”

“Why would we ever think that?” Felix asks again, his voice coming out a little sharp in obvious defense of you.

“Because someone else did.” Hyunjin answers for you, not looking up, playing with the rag held between his hands. He glances up at you. “Right?”

You give a little nod and release a shaky breath. “Yeah.”

“We’re not them.” Felix pushes firmly, his fingers squeezing into your shoulder until you look up at him. “Okay? We could never be like them.” You hold his gaze until a small part of you believes him, and move to squeeze his fingers back.

“Okay.”

********

The door to your dorm opens, and you glance up from your laptop, as soft footsteps head down the hall toward you.

You smell him before you see him-rain.

Chan appears in the doorway, clothed in an oversized hoodie and sweats, hood pulled up over his unruly curls.

He leans against the doorframe as you shut your laptop, shifting it to the side of your bed as you meet his gaze.

“Hey.” You say softly as way of greeting.

“Hi.” He returns, reaching up to push his hood back with his free hand, the other dangling by his side, a plastic bag clenched between his fingers. “Yeosang said you didn’t feel well enough to go running this morning.”

“Yeah.” You sigh, glancing down at the pile of blankets on your lap, the heating pad warming your lower stomach buried below the layers. “Wasn’t up to it.”

Chan pads over to the bed and sits down on the edge, careful not to jostle you as he does so.

You flick your gaze to his, and you can tell, by the furrow between his brows and the slight souring of petrichor that he’s worried.

He holds aloft the bag in his hand.

“I brought you some things.”

Your lips curve slightly at the unexpected gesture. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Of course I did.” He counters back, sliding the bag across the bed so it rests in your lap.

You bite back a smile and glance down, undoing the knot of the bag to reveal the contents.

On top is his overly large Nirvana hoodie, the fabric warm and soft between your fingers.

“Your hoodie?” You look up at him in slight surprise, and the tips of his ears go red as he tries to play it off with a shrug.

Adorable.

“Yeah, I thought it might help.”

You arch a brow, but pull out the hoodie and slip it on over your head without another word.

You swear Chan makes a sort of muted purring sound in his chest when you do so.

You dig into the bag some more, and pull out a couple of boxes of your favorite treats, some sports drinks, and a couple of DVDs-probably snagged from Jisung’s extensive collection.

“Channie.” You breathe out, glancing up at him once more, and again, the stupid tears are threatening. “You really didn’t have to do all of this.”

He shrugs, reaching for one of the movies, turning it over in his large hands. “C’mon, you really thought I was just gonna sit by and stay away while you’re clearly over here dying? You really don’t know me. Or him.”

You give a little laugh at that, and Chan grins, dimples flashing.

Glancing down at the treasures in your lap, you find yourself murmuring before you can stop the words, “No one’s ever done something like this for me before.”

Chan shifts slightly on the bed, reaching out to put his hand over yours. “Yeah, well, that all ends now, baby. You’re stuck with me.And all of us.”

You glance up at him, and he gives you another grin, reaching up to tousle his fingers through his hair as he spreads the movies out in front of you.

“Now c’mon. Pick a movie. I brought you the cream of the crop.”

You hold up one of the cases toward him, brow arched.

“‘Hard Boiled’?” You announce with slight disbelief, a smirk curving your lips and brow disappearing further into your hairline.

Chan reaches out and snatches the movie from you.

“Okay, so maybe that one’s a miss. I tried.”

You bite back a grin, and settle on one of the chickflicks you’ve seen a thousand times.

But hey, classics are classics for a reason, right?

After Chan fetches your laptop and gets the movie started, settled in the perfect spot on the end of the bed, you pat the spot beside you, scooting slightly so he has a bit more room.

He hesitates. “Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you or anything.”

You roll your eyes, reaching out to tug him down beside you with your fingers buried in the fabric of the sleeve of his hoodie.

“I’m not injured, I’m just simply bleeding out slowly and surely.”

“Oh, because that sounds so much better.” Chan retorts back in a grumble, but he doesn’t resist anymore, sliding beneath the layers of blankets with you.

Grinning, you tug the hood of his Nirvana hoodie up over your head and snuggle into him, cheek on his broad, warm chest, arms wrapping around his middle.

He’s like a furnace, and he smells like wet pavement.

He wraps his arms around you in turn, keeping you tight against him, as he reaches to turn off the bedside lamp as the movie begins to play across the small brightly lit screen of your laptop.

His cheek is resting on the top of your head, and the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your own cheek is soothing.

“Okay?” He asks softly, and you nod, cheek brushing the fabric of his own hoodie.

“Yeah.” You murmur back. “More than okay.”

You feel him press a kiss to the top of your head, and suddenly, you don’t feel so bad anymore.

******

You open the door to Minho, who immediately pushes past you without a word, a tower of bentos held in his arms.

“Hello to you too.” You mutter as he marches past you, directly toward your small kitchen.

You follow behind him wordlessly, and he motions to the table with a jerk of his chin as you enter, already spreading the boxes out on the counter top, removing lids like he has some sort of personal vendetta against them.

“Sit.” He commands, and you decide it’s better not to question him, so you do.

Almost within moments, Minho has presented you with a bowl full of steaming ramen with all the garnishes-fish cake, bamboo, mushrooms, bean sprouts-shoving a pair of chopsticks in your hand as he turns back to the counter.

Your mouth falls agape, and your stomach rumbles loudly as the smell of the food reaches your nose.

He returns to the table with a smaller bowl full of hot rice, and one full of kimchi. Last but not least, he positions a slab of perfectly cooked pink beef ribs atop your ramen and slides you one of the sports drinks Chan had brought you from the fridge.

“Eat.” He commands once more, and you stare at him as he sits down across from you after tidying up the now empty bento boxes.

“What-” You start to question, and he simply fixes you with an unblinking gaze, expression unreadable.

“What, you’ve never had ramen before, sweetheart? You’re supposed to put it in your mouth.”

Glancing down at the food before you, you hesitantly take your chopsticks and gather up a mouthful, before blowing on it and popping it into your mouth.

It’s so heavenly, you almost moan.

“Good girl.” Minho praises, seemingly satisfied, as you take another bite, and then another. He sits back in his own chair, watching you, but the food is too delicious for you to feel embarrassed under his sharp, astute gaze.

“Holy shit, Minho.” You manage to get out in between bites. “You made this?”

Minho scoffs lightly. “Don’t sound so surprised. I’m a good cook.” He leans forward slightly, sweeping his gaze over the quickly dwindling food. “I usually make this one with pork belly, but I read something about red meat being better when you’re on your period, so I swapped it for the ribs this time around. It wasn’t too disappointing.”

Your gaze meets his, and your mouth falls open.

“You read something?” You squeak out, and Minho has the decency to look offended, rolling his eyes.

“What? I can read too you know, sweetheart, cooking isn’t just my one speciality. I’m a multi trick pony.”

“No, no.” I shake my head, wiping my mouth and setting down my chopsticks for a moment. “You read up on what to make me while I’m on my period? Why?”

Minho holds your gaze, arching a brow. “To get the recipe right.”

You stare at him for another long moment, and when it’s clear that’s all you’re going to get, you move to resume eating, finishing the ramen in record time.

Minho moves to gather up the now empty bowls, and in a bold move, you reach out and snag his hand with your own.

“Thank you.” You say softly, seriously, and he gives you another long stare, before he pulls away and moves to pack up the dishes.

You’re surprised when he moves to sit back down across from you instead of leaving immediately now that you’ve eaten his food.

You sit in silence for a few moments, and you don’t know what it is about Minho that’s always made you feel safe, unjudged, able to tell him anything, but you find yourself, once again, volunteering to tell him something you’ve never told anyone else before.

The words are already at the tip of your tongue before you can stop them.

“I had an abortion.” You announce into the silence, and if Minho is shocked by you baring this truth out of the blue, he doesn’t show it. Which gives you the courage to go on, fidgeting with your fingers, as you stare down at the chipped surface of the table.

“When I was a teenager. And it made them worse-the periods, I mean. They were bad before, but ever since-” You give a slight shake of your head and let out a breath. “-they’ve been awful.”

“Mm.” Minho makes a sound of acknowledgement beneath his breath from across the table, but that’s it. He doesn’t offer anything more.

So you keep going.

Spilling your guts into the silence.

“I thought, for a long time-” You sniff and take in a breath, a humorless sharp little choked laugh leaving your lips as you continue. “-that maybe I was being punished, you know? Punished for being born a girl, punished for presenting as an alpha, punished for-” Your words trail off a little. “-well, you know. Not keeping it.”

You shrug, tapping your fingers along the table softly.

“I dunno. Maybe I thought that bleeding was a symbol of everything I’d ever done wrong. It was certainly treated as such.”

There is a long moment of silence, your words hanging heavy in the air between you, and then Minho takes a breath, leaning forward across the table.

“You know, sweetheart-” He murmurs, and you glance up at the soft tone of his voice, so unfamiliar when it comes to the alpha sitting across from you. “-I’ve come to learn that everything is simply a coincidence. There’s no higher power punishing people, bullshit happens to people every day and it’s all just a fluke. There’s no rhyme or reason.”

You swallow, and he holds your gaze with his own.

“So believe me, when I tell you, that whatever idiotic moron made you think there’s something wrong with you that needs to be ‘punished’ every goddamn month, is a fucking fool.” Your lips part slightly, but he doesn’t let you speak.

“And if it’s yourself, well then-” He gives you a hint of a smirk, tilting his head slightly as he regards you. “-I’m afraid you’re just gonna have to tell that bitch to shut the fuck up, sweetheart.”

******

You wince slightly, coming in after your shower, hurrying to the dresser to find a pair of underwear to slip on beneath your oversized t-shirt before you can drip all over the floor.

Changbin must take notice of the grimace from his spot on your bed, because he pushes himself up, arching a brow.

“Cramps?”

You nod, still digging through your drawers for underwear, swearing slightly under your breath. “Yeah. They always get worse whenever I stand up and move around.”

You feel his presence behind you, smell a wave of smoke wash over your senses.

“You know what they say.” He murmurs, wrapping a strong arm around your waist, careful not to put too much pressure on your tender midsection. “About helping cramps.”

You scoff a little, glancing over your shoulder at him. “What if that’s just an old wives tale?”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you playfully, smirking a little now. “Is it?”

You skate your gaze away from his, suddenly embarrassed. “I mean. I don’t know.”

There is a brief moment of pause, and then Changbin asks in slight surprise, “What, you’ve never done it before?”

You huff a breath at that, still avoiding his gaze, hands stilling in the depths of your drawer. “I mean-” You hesitate, before admitting, “-it’s gross.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Changbin turns you at that, hands going down firmly on your shoulders, lifting your chin with a finger after another moment of you not looking at him

“I’m gonna drip blood all over the floor if you don’t let me go find something soon.” You protest a little weakly, reluctantly holding his gaze.

“In a minute.” He waves you off, expression going serious as he stares at you. “Listen, I mean, if that’s you talking, and you personally think it’s gross, then by all means, I get it, and that’s well within your right. As Hyunjin would say, ‘Slay, pussy boss bitch queen’ or whatever he usually says to empower females, but-”

You watch the way his brow furrows, dark gaze holding your own, lips pressing into a firm almost angry line. “-If some son of a bitch pussy footing prick masquerading as a man put that idea in your head that it was gross, then we’re gonna have a whole other problem.”

You stare at him for a long moment, mouth opening and closing for a few brief seconds as you try and comprehend what he’s telling you.

“You-” You hedge out, still staring at him in slight disbelief. “-don’t think it’s gross?”

Changbin chuckles, and then it turns into a full blown laugh. “Baby girl. What part of who I am and all you know about me points toward the fact that I would find anything about this gross in the slightest?”

“I don’t know-” You protest back helplessly. “I just thought-” Changbin backs you up until your back hits the wood of the dresser behind you, hands going on either side of your head, and when you take in a sharp breath, meeting his gaze, his irises are almost gleaming completely gold. When he speaks, his tone is low, voice almost predatory. “Well, let me correct you then.” He leans closer to you, breathing in against your temple, taking in your scent.

“Blood is not a turn off for me. Or him. Quite the opposite actually.”

You take in a shaky breath, mind taking a moment to catch up to what he’s telling you.

“So.” He brushes his nose along your hairline, breathing you in still. “I’m going to ask you again. You know what they say helps cramps?”

Your voice is small, barely a whisper. “Yes.” He flicks his gaze down to yours, smirking slightly-teeth flashing dangerously in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. “You wanna try it?”

You swallow hard, and push past every single part of you that’s screaming at you to say otherwise.

“Yes.”

As if that’s all he needs to hear, Changbin sweeps you up with a growl, and deposits you will little to no effort on the center of your bed, flat on your back.

You don’t even have a moment to feel ashamed or embarrassed, or check the situation down below before he’s already crawling between your legs, forcing your thighs apart for him.

“Bin-” You start to protest, panic setting in once more as you feel the telltale stickiness on the inside of your upper thighs, but he silences you with one glance.

“I’m gonna take it easy on you, baby. It tends to get a little more sensitive down here around this time, yeah? We’re gonna make sure you’re comfortable,so don’t worry about that, but I also don’t want to hear one word out of that pretty mouth unless it’s begging me for more, understood?”

He settles himself down on his stomach between your thighs, and you find yourself only able to whisper out, “Yes, sir.”

A sharp flash of white teeth. “Good girl.”

You take in a breath, holding it, and then let it out slowly, trying not to think of anything but the feel of his warm breath on your skin, the tickling of his fingers skating up your bare legs, moving back the hem of the large t-shirt you wear-

He slides a finger inside of you, and you instantly tense up.

“Relax.” He murmurs, and you try to do as he asks, and you know he can feel it, when he gives a slightly approving hum in the back of his throat, almost a growl. “Good girl. There you go.”

“Oh.” You breathe out, as you slowly relax, and he slides a second finger in, moving them carefully, searchingly, looking for that spot inside that makes you feel like you’re floating on air, sparks flashing before your eyes.

He’s right, you are sensitive down there, and everything is overwhelming, but in a good way.

“Bin-” You whine out, squirming slightly now, body already keying up as hot ropes of pleasure start to gather low in your belly.

“Yeah, baby.” He purrs, and when you meet his gaze, his pupils have completely taken over the gold of his irises.

It’s almost enough to send you over right then and there, the way his lips are slightly parted, drinking in the sight of you writhing beneath his touch greedily.

He pulls back, before you can fully succumb to the pleasure though, and you have to bite down hard on your lip to stop from whining at the sudden loss of contact.

He shifts, pulling his hand back from you, and holds up his fingers for you to see, his gaze slowly tracing over the blood dribbling down the digits, staining his skin crimson.

“Beautiful.” He growls, and the way he says the word has a shiver running down your spine.

He raises the fingers to his mouth, and without thinking, you jolt upward, already reaching out for him, old habits kicking in as you blurt out in a sudden panic once more, “Don’t-” He holds your gaze steadily as he slips the fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean, slowly, one by one.

You stare at him, mouth agape, chest heaving, and you hate to say it, but it’s probably one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen-watching him savor the taste of you on his fingers, cleaning them with swipes of his tongue, his dark gaze never wavering from yours.

“‘Don’t’ what?” He growls out, pinning you beneath his swirling golden gaze. “Don’t taste you?”

And without warning, he leans back down between your legs, and drags the warmth of his tongue up your center, flattening it against you as he slowly works his way upward.

Your breath comes out on a sort of choked sound, and you fall back against the bed, muscles trembling.

“Jesus fuck-” You swear breathlessly, and a guttural growl rumbles in his chest at the words leaving your lips.

He surges up, hands going down on either side of your head now, staring down at you, eyes dark and hungry and predatory.

His lips are reddened, stained with blood.

Your blood.

Well, fuck.

He smirks, and you reach up without really thinking to swipe the pad of your thumb across the full swell of his bottom lip, studying the crimson that comes off on your skin when you do so.

A slightly awe filled laugh leaves your lips on your next exhale.

Changbin flashes bloodstained teeth at you in a sharp grin.

A completely dangerous sight you could get used to.

“Want me to keep going?” He murmurs, holding your gaze.

You nod eagerly, already moving to pull him down to you. “Yes please.” And when you kiss him, you taste yourself on his lips in an entirely new way-the way he must-and he’s right.

It’s fucking beautiful.

****

“Feeling better, gorgeous?” Jisung murmurs to you, leaning back against your chest, your arms wrapped around his tiny waist beneath the warmth of the blankets.

“Much.” You breathe back, rubbing your nose against his soft hair.

Seungmin scoffs from his position behind you, his own arm slung along the couch behind your heads.

“Be quiet. The two of you are gonna miss the movie.” Jisung leans his head back and grins up at you, nose wrinkling, as he whispers to you loudly, “Party pooper.”

You laugh, kissing the tip of his nose.

Seungmin sighs behind you, but you feel him stroking his fingers idly through your hair regardless of his show of irritation.

You snuggle down between the betas, the air filled with the spice of ginger and linens, warm and safe beneath the blanket between their bodies, and feel, for the first time in your life, that maybe this week isn’t as awful as you always thought.

Maybe, just maybe, it doesn’t need to be.

Not ever again.

Not with them.

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shuenkio · 9 months ago

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Accidentally - ❤️‍🔥

Paring: Hyung line x male!reader

Genre: nsfw 18+ (don't like don't press)

Cw: mentioned of sex [d] toys a lot, no sex.

Summary: Your delivery sent you the wrong package.

Non proof read :') lmk if something is wrong.

Crd to all pics&dividers

Below cut !

Lhs: you were still in a deep sleep when he went to open the door for your delivery package. The moment you woke up, rubbing your eyes to start your day, Heeseung was sitting at the end side of your bed, glaring at you in disbelief. You asked him what was wrong. And he throw you a package that he received for you. You open the unwrapped package when you see a giant dildo inside, and also a transparent one. Your eyes went wide like you just have seen a ghost. Wtf a dildo!

"What. The. Hell. Is. This Hyung!" You almost stutter, having a feeling that he probably misunderstood you for ordering this thing.

"I should be the one to ask you. A dildo? Is my dick not big enough to rail you up? Tsk such a waste" he scoffed, irritated with you as he huffed the hot air unbelievable.

"Excuse me!! I did not order such a thing, why should I order this massive toy when in fact I order a fucking skincare package" You fire back, your blood rushing to your cheeks in a heat emotion. You observe the name tag on the little note and show it to him, tapping your fingertip on it aggressively.

"Put your eyes here and SEE" Heeseung takes a glance at the name tag before realizing it's not your name on it and he signed the confirmation wrong without thinking. Which left him stunned in the place, unable to speak. As the guilt started to wash all over his body, embarrassing.

"I- uhh haha just a misunderstood... My bad mn I should've looked more carefully, please — forgive me" He kneeled, begging on the floor, as he had made a really big mistake, his hands were rubbing against each other, asking for your forgiveness.

You leave your bed, with burning cheeks as you stomp your feet furiously to the bathroom. Heeseung keeps on pleading for your mercy, even if you don't give af about him.

"Please mn~ speak to me i swear I'll do anything hm? Any dare just anything whatever you say! Do you want my body? I can be naked the whole day to please you baby uhh y- you want your skincare I'll go get it real quick for y-"

Sigh, you let him go as your toothbrush still pulsing inside your mouth. Shaking your head in annoyance seeing that he would do anything just to please you, giving you a warm feeling inside, as your madness for him faded away.

Pjs: You accidentally sent the wrong location for your delivery, which will arrive by the next day. However as the next day comes, you've called your boyfriend Jay to pick up your package for you and explain how your clumsy self, sent your delivery wrong location. He brushes it off, thinking you probably ordered useless things again, so on the way to your apartment, he takes a peek what's inside before discovering two 25 inches dildos, his mind goes blank, and flabbergasted makes his not-innocent eyes even dirtier.

When he arrived, he greeted you with a tight hug as usual. But oddly, he gives you a small gift instead of your wrong package.

You furrowed your eyebrow skeptically, as you opened it to see what was inside.

"Love... Why are there so many condom boxes?" You asked boldly, straightforward question him why, as your face turned even more red when a grin started to spread across his face.

"I just checked your little box, honey, ~ you should've just told me if you want my cock so bad for pleasure, don't be such a coward for that" he leans down at your level, as his eyes darken, full of lust and desire, explained that he's eager for bedtime.

"Wdym love I don't understand -" you respond, still not ringing the bell. You want to ask him with full force from your chest why but you choose to assure him kindly.

"Haha I've seen two dildos inside your box honey, and it's longer than a human's size could reach. I can't believe you're so wild in this field" Jay chuckled softly under his breath as he mentioned what he saw, drawing you more to the edge to see it with your own eyes.

"W-what? I don't order those kinda toys though. I ordered a new book that was just published yesterday, Jay! You're sure you're not wrong?" You reply, telling the truth with your heart pounding inside your chest.

Jay tilts his head, checking your package once again carefully word by word, as his eyes lay on the name that's written with someone else name.

"W—wow um... Sorry, God, I am super sorry, I can't believe this" The truth was revealed, when he dropped the box down, and covered his flashed face with his palm, ashamed at what he just brought to you. Boxes of condoms.

You wheezing on the spot, laughing your ass out like there's no tomorrow, Humiliated him even more. You pause your snort for a sec before steadying yourself once again.

"Don't be embarrassed love, I know what's in store for us tonight with your little gift mwah"

Sjy: today was your date, it's happened that he came to pick you up so early, giving you no time to react, quickly grab your clothes and towel, rushing in to shower in the bathroom. He takes a sit on the chair inside your bedroom. As his eyes began to explore the decorations, he saw something on the bed sheet.

He didn't want to touch your pieces of stuff without your consent however, the urge to feel it getting out of hand, made him want to open it up, ripped to shreds to see what was inside. Eventually, he did but he didn't tear it into pieces. He unties the wrap on the box, as he learns that, inside the box has a horse dildo, a fucking horse dildo. His expectations went wild, he thought you would order some nice stuff, daily life items or something but a sex toy. Instead of shocked, he's amazed.

After you finished dressing up, you saw him sitting on your bed, giggling all alone, back facing you. You tap his shoulder for his attention, he turns toward you with an enduring horse dildo.

As a result, a gasp left your mouth, catching you off guard. He encounters the wrong package on your bed, where you forget to hide it.

"Jake it's not what it looks like, the delivery man sent me the wrong box you've to trust me" you reassure him nervously because you know that once he's turned on, nothing can stop his beast.

He stood on his feet, slowly closing the gap between you two, as he wrapped his hand around your waist tight.

"Idc what your reason is, you're responsible for my hard cock underneath, now bend over for your bf~"

Psh: The same goes for Heeseung. When you're busy cleaning the house upstairs, he went to pick your package up as soon as he heard there was a delivery. He signed without a glance, and didn't even bother to care about what was inside.

After the intense activity of cleaning the whole room upstairs, you take a break together with Sunghoon. At the same time, you settled for lunch times, scooping all the food, and enjoying your time after all the sweat.

Once you're finished eating, Sunghoon gives the box to you on the table while he's still eating. You let out an excited noise, overjoyed that your order had arrived faster than you thought.

Your hand started to unveil to unbox the lovely new earphones that you've always wanted, however, instead of the headphones, a fat massive inhumane dildo exposed on the table with its brown color, detailed veins and even hair pattern on the dildos.

As soon as Sunghoon caught sight of it, he choked on his food. Almost spit out all the foods he had just eaten.

"Fuck me you almost killed me with your damn dildo," He said, half surprised and half choked, gulping down a glass of water to pour the food that stuck in his throat.

"Hell nah, they sent the wrong one but— who tf ordered such a wide-length toy omg" The dildo is not only big but also massive at its length too, catching you taken aback by your discovery. Sunghoon then pressed his finger to feel it before letting out a rich laugh.

"I wouldn't be so surprised though if you order a real sex toy but you can always just use me right?"

"You talk nonsense again stop—" He cut you as he snatched your hand to feel his cock that's semi-hard inside the fabric right now. As he pressed your hand rubbing harder, begging for your touch without a word.

"Use my cock like a dildo mn~ I'm more than happy to offer myself for you, raw and even more tasty"

🗣️ please mind my English! ><

🗣️ Reblog and like is much appreciated ♥

🗣️ lack of perfect words ;-;

Ps: This is the wildest shzt I ever write 😗🤌

Anyway thanks again pookie for supporting this writer 🥰🫶.

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thepromptfoundry · 2 months ago

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The Prompt Foundry will be kicking off the new year with Genreuary: A Genre Exploration Extravaganza!

We all have our favorite genres and it's always fun to explore new ones! That's what Genreuary is all about—make something to celebrate your favorite examples of some classic genres, try your hand at creating original work of your own in genres you've never played in before, or run with the excuse to stick your blorbos in some genre-swap AUs!

If you use this list, please tag me here @thepromptfoundry, I’d love to see your writing and art!

Feel free to combine different days' prompts with each other, or combine them with other events! Use your favorite characters from media, make some OCs, give us some academic analysis, make art that's all vibes, whatever tickles your fancy.

Respond to as many prompts as you want or as interest you, don’t worry about missing or skipping any. Remember, this is supposed to be fun!

If you have any questions or musings, check our FAQ, and if you don't find your answer, shoot me an ask.

Plain text list below the cut:

1 Suburban Sitcom 2 Urban Fantasy 3 Steampunk 4 Regency Romance 5 Magical Girl 6 Political Drama 7 Slasher Horror 8 Detective Noir 9 Gothic Romance 10 Time Travel Adventure 11 Post-Apocalyptic Survival 12 Dysfunctional Family Drama 13 Sword and Sorcery High Fantasy 14 Isekai 15 Contemporary Slice of Life 16 Historical War Drama 17 Cyberpunk 18 Spy Thriller 19 Investigation Procedural 20 Courtroom Drama 21 Paranormal Romance 22 Courtly Drama 23 Gothic Horror 24 Western 25 Courtly Intrigue 26 Workplace Comedy 27 Starship Adventure 28 Boarding School Drama 29 Alien Invasion Sci Fi 30 Disaster Thriller 31 Communal Living Sitcom

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djarins-cyare · 6 months ago

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WIP Weekend

It’s been a while since I’ve made progress on any of my fics, but I’m trying my best to write something for Kate’s Roll-A-Trope Challenge, so I finally have something I can share a snippet of 🥳

Over the last 14 weeks, I’ve been tagged in 19 WIP Wednesday posts / Last Line games / WIP polls (yes, I keep track!), so thank you to the following lovely people for continuing to think of me even though I’ve been suspiciously quiet 💚:

@burntheedges @nerdieforpedro @604to647 @the-mandawhor1an

@kyberblade @almostfoxglove @for-a-longlongtime @djarins-wife

May I offer you some (totally unedited and marginally redacted) pre-spice Din and f!Reader in the trope genre of secret relationship below the cut…

Swallowing, you blink innocently and ask, “Is there anything else you need before I turn in?” You’re not particularly tired, but you should let him get some rest. Slowly, the angle of Mando’s helmet drops a few centimetres, and he releases a vibrant hum. The few seconds of silence that follow feel charged somehow, full of expectation, and just as you realise where he’s relocated his gaze to, he rumbles a reply in the lowest, sexiest register you’ve heard from him this evening. “So far, you’ve known exactly what I’ve needed without me having to ask.” He pauses again as he slowly tilts his helmet, the silence loaded with promise. “So you tell me. What do I need now?” Your eyes inadvertently dart to his crotch again and… shit. You’re pretty sure something’s happening down there. It looks… harder… larger (if that’s even possible). “You, uh….” Your attempt at an answer goes nowhere since you don’t know what to say. You want this, sure, but you shouldn’t. He’s injured, and you promised your uncle you’d keep your distance, not jump into an intimate act with the guy the first chance you get. After a few deep and shuddering breaths, you manage, “You need a good night’s sleep.” “I do,” he agrees. “But your question was whether I need anything else before you go to bed. Sleep comes after you go. What comes before?” Fuck. His words vibrate through you and disintegrate your misgivings. There’s no logical decision to answer in the way that you do; it just happens. “You… if you want.” A pleased hum resonates through the vocoder. “I do,” he agrees again. “The bacta took away the pain, but if you’re offering some pleasure too….” “Y-yes,” you blurt, halfway between eager and anxious. “But… my uncle will kill me if he finds out.” Mando chuckles. “He’d shoot me first. Our secret, then?” Your pussy dampens at the idea, eyes flashing as you nod your acceptance of his clandestine terms. Suddenly, a secret liaison with the apparently dangerous man you’re supposed to be avoiding for your own good sounds like the most desirable thing in the galaxy.

Yeah, you know me… I can’t just write a single scene; I have to write the whole damn relationship!

So, obviously, this is how their secret relationship gets off the ground. You may have gathered that Reader is a certain High Magistrate’s niece and has been given strict instructions to avoid the new resident of the cabin out on the lava flats. You can look forward to plenty of sneaking around, flimsy excuses, near misses, and suspicious confrontations. Oh, and smut 😏

I can’t believe I only have a month left to write all this. What have I signed up for? I’m so fucked…

*Hates self for not being able to write short stories* /jk

I’m clearly over-excited about finally having something for a WIP post, so I’m going wild and tagging a load of writer mutuals and favourites. Feel free to do any form of WIP post you choose, or ignore me entirely if you’re not up for posting snippets right now (either way, you’re all awesome) 💚

@5oh5 @abbonation @always-andromeda @captainredspade @court-jobi

@davnittbraes @din-cognito @dindjarindiaries @djarinmuse @drewharrisonwriter

@dumfanting @eatommo @evolnoomym @fhatbhabiee @fromthedeskoftheraven

@fuckyeahdindjarin @galaxyedging @grogusmum @happy-beeeps @iamsherlocked-1998

@insomniamamma @ishabull @itsjuststardust @joelalorian @jolapeno

@lady-bess @lahooozaherr @larkoneironaut @littlemisspascal @magpiepills

@morallyinept @mothandpidgeon @newpathwrites @oonajaeadira @penvisions

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@sp00kymulderr @studioghibelli @syd-djarin @the-blind-assassin-12 @theetherealbloom

@wannab-urs @whocaresstillthelouvre @whxtedreams @wrathkitty @yopossum

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 13 hours ago

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Lesson Learned

A/N- I wanted to do a little bit of a different take on his character, so i apologize if he seems a little ooc. He’s aged up in this story to being in his mid-20’s, i saw @cannibalvampir3’s drawing of him and i just… i need him biblically, he’s such a fucking loser 🙃 also, im a bit rusty when it comes to writing smut (like it’s been well over a year since i’ve written a full smut fic ESPECIALLY one of this length) so please give me some grace if it’s not absolutely amazing 🖤 this was the product on nonstop writing over the course of about 3 weeks so i hope you enjoy 💋

Summary- Once a week you’d come over to the Dickey residence to tutor Jane, and it would normally pass by without any interruptions. Unless her sad excuse of a brother decided to make an appearance. You try so hard to ignore him, but after an incident with a lost wallet you can’t help but want to make sure he knows where his place is. Although you haven’t decided if it’s beneath you, or on top of you.

Genre- Smut, 18+ content below the cut so minors be warned

Warnings- Reader has female anatomy, no use of (y/n), Bill has been aged up to his mid-20’s, mentions of drug use (marijuana), mentions masturbation (m + f), hair pulling, consent checks, tongue kissing, breast play, nipple sucking, panty sniffing, oral sex (m + f), handjob, p in v sex, missionary, loss of virginity (m), starts as hatefucking but turns into passionate lovemaking

Tag List- No tag list yet! Let me know if you’d like to be added 💋

Word Count- 14.3k

You looked up at that same beige front door you had to walk through every week, and sighed. Long. Your fingers moved up to massage your temples, just hoping that you wouldn’t leave with another migraine. Maybe this time he’d keep himself confined to the basement.

It had only been a few weeks since you’d started tutoring Jane for her English classes, and she was an excellent tutee. She was picking up on things so much easier whenever you explained them to her, her grades were improving drastically, and she had even gained more confidence with her own creative writing in her free time. The few short stories she had shown you were incredible for a high school sophomore. She was interesting and kind, someone so unique with her interests and she had quite the knack for making elaborate twists in her short stories. She was a very bright girl who you knew would strive for greatness.

It was her foul excuse of a brother that made you want to tear your hair out after every single session. You had no idea how someone as old as him managed to still be stuck in such a childish mindset.

Every time you came over he managed to get under your skin. You so badly wanted to snap at him, make him feel like the scum he is.

Every time he sauntered into the kitchen during your tutoring sessions in his dirty pajama pants, reeking of weed, sweat and no doubt whatever dried remains of himself he was too lazy to clean off. Every time you could sense his eyes on you whenever he wandered back and forth from his bedroom to the basement because he just so happened to remember he needed to reorganize his comics at that specific time. Every time you walked past his bedroom or the basement door and could overhear the overacted moans and groans coming from the girls on his computer screen, and eventually hearing one final whine of bliss from him. It happened so often, he had to have known you were there listening, you were so certain of it.

It was so infuriating.

Especially when you drove home after a long day of school and work, just ready to relax and indulge yourself in a little me time. Horror movie, a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, maybe an edible and of course a bit of stress relief…

Those seven inches of silicone in your bedside drawer felt so much more realistic when using your imagination. And every fucking time, whether you liked it or not, he’d be there in the back of your mind.

Christian Bale, the cute guy that works at the car wash, Bill. Heath Ledger, the hot librarian that smiles whenever you make a return, BILL. Brad Pitt, that one substitute teacher from senior year, BILL. Hayden Christensen, the guy from the mall food court that always gave you his discount, BILL. He was like a parasite that you couldn’t find the remedy for.

And fuck him for making you curious about the real thing whenever you saw him.

Whether you wanted it to happen or not, those thoughts arose from every little thing when he was around. Thinking about all those times you pictured your legs wrapped around his waist, his face contorted with pure bliss, his glasses nearly falling off from how fast he’s pounding into you. It’s like torture whenever he wanders into the kitchen and you can see the faintest bit of his torso and the trail of hair that moves from his bellybutton down to the waistband of whatever sweats he’s been wearing for who knows how long when he reaches to get a glass from the cupboard.

You clenched your eyes shut, shaking your head, trying to get whatever remnants of those thoughts out of the back of your mind. It wasn’t going to happen today.

You were so sure of that.

With one last deep breath, you reached over and grabbed your backpack from the passenger seat, pulling your keys from the ignition and putting them into the side pocket. You shut the car door and as you looked back up the driveway, it felt like you were being watched. You knew it was him, glaring at you from behind the dark throw blankets he used as makeshift curtains on the basement windows. Not even a full thirty seconds out of the car, and that pit of anger in your stomach started to bubble. He was terrible at trying to be secretive.

The back of your knuckles rapped gently on the front door, and a smile spread on your lips as Jane opened the door for you.

“Hey!” She said with a smile, stepping aside to let you in.

“Hey, how’s class been?” You asked as you stepped inside, walking into the dining room and setting your bag down onto one of the extra empty wooden chairs.

“Really good, actually! I got a 75% on that test I was telling you about, but I got a 90% on a surprise writing prompt.”

“That’s awesome! Did you get the test back? Maybe we can go over some of the things you missed?”

“Yeah, let me find it.”

Jane sat next to you at the table, pulling out the folder and a few notebooks she used for English class. As she was looking for her test you took it upon yourself to take out a notebook and a few various colored pens.

“So what did you write about for that prompt?” You asked as you were organizing your things on the table.

“Our teacher told us we could write anything, as long as it went along with one of the examples he gave us. I chose ‘Life or Death’, and I wrote about this guy whose wife died but he keeps going on as if she’s still there with him.”

“That sounds really cool! What was the twist you added? I know you can’t write a story without a good twist.”

“Yeah, I had him end up being her killer and he kept acting like she was there out of regret.”

“Wow, that’s a little dark, but I’d read it!”

Your friendly banter was interrupted by a snort coming from the other room. Of course he’d be there listening.

Bill had snuck his way into the kitchen, rifling through the pantry for what you could only assume was his second bag of chips for the day, and you could see the grin on his lips as soon as you turned to look at him.

“Yeah, so dark.” He said sarcastically to himself, rolling his eyes and trying to stifle a laugh.

“Shut up and get back to the basement, creep!” Jane shouted at him.

Bill made sure to take his time, looking back over to you and giving you a wink and a smirk before retreating back into the basement with the bag of chips in hand. You shot him a dirty look and quickly went back to trying to focus on Janes work instead of him.

“Sorry, you know how he gets.” Jane apologized, pulling her test out for you to look over as you made sure to listen for the basement door closing.

“It’s alright. Sorry you’ve got to live with him, seeing him once a week is all I can take…”

“I’m pretty used to it by now.” Jane shrugged, “Just ignore him, like always. I found that test.”

“Right! Let’s take a look…” Your eyes scanned the paper, looking over the few questions with the red marks next to them, “It looks like you’re really only having an issue with figurative language. I was the same way, I really only remembered similes and metaphors, but the other ones took a bit.”

“I’ve been trying to work on memorizing them, but for some reason they’re just not sticking…”

“That’s ok! That’s what I’m here for,” You opened up one of your notebooks and grabbed a pencil, “grab your notes from class, let’s look over it really quick.”

The next hour that followed went by without any interruptions, surprisingly. Jane was able to memorize everything for her next quiz, and she even let you read the short story from class to get some constructive criticism. She really had talent. Bill managed to keep himself quiet, for the most part. Save for a few times you heard him screaming at whatever video game he was playing on his monitor down in the basement.

“Let me know how that quiz goes next week.” You said to Jane as you finished placing the last of your notebooks into your backpack.

“I will! I’ll go over those notes again on my break at work today, I think the last of my homework shouldn’t take long after.” Jane stuck her notebook under her arm as you made your way to the front door, Jane grabbing her keys from the little bowl on the counter, you taking yours out from the side pocket.

“I’ll see you next week.” Jane said as she jogged over to her car parked on the street.

“Bye Jane! I hope work goes by fast.” You laughed, unlocking your car door.

“Thanks, me too.” She smiled, giving you one last wave before stepping into her car and heading off to work. It was so bizarre, seeing how well put together she was, and then to have an older brother that was so dull, so negligent to any kind of responsibility offered to him. You were grateful you only had to deal with him once today.

You couldn’t handle having those obscene, pornographic thoughts wriggle their way back into your mind.

At least it was over until next week, and you had the rest of the night to yourself. A movie sounded nice right about now, and maybe a few extra snacks were needed just in case the munchies hit again. As far as you remembered, there was still one last half of the joint your roommate gave you, and you didn’t want it to go to waste.

You reached over into your backpack and rummaged through the front pocket for your wallet, the same place it always went, and yet you couldn’t feel the faux leather against your fingers. Strange. The only other place it could’ve been in was the main pocket, but even then it was nowhere to be found.

“Come on…” You whispered to yourself as you tore through the bag, pulling every last notebook and pencil out to look for it, even going as far as adjusting your seats again to see if maybe it slipped through a crack somewhere, and still, nothing. You looked back up to that beige door and breathed slow, knowing that the only other place it could be was inside.

With him.

“God fucking dammit…” You said through gritted teeth, quickly opening the car door and slamming it shut as you made your way back up the steps. All that was on your mind was how quickly you wanted this to be over with.

Being around him with Jane wasn’t anything out of the norm, but you had never been alone with him.

Why would anyone want to be alone with him?

You sighed once more and knocked on the door, crossing your arms and waiting for a moment before it opened, Bill standing there with a cocky smirk on his face, his bloodshot eyes moving up and down over you, “Miss me?” He asked with his arms crossed, leaning on the doorframe.

You weren’t going to bother entertaining him with a response to that.

“I can’t find my wallet, can I look and see if it fell out of my bag in your dining room?”

He said nothing, but moved aside for you to step in.

You could smell the weed on him already, but shockingly that was the only thing you caught on him. Usually there would be undertones of sweat or him trying to mask the fact that he hadn’t showered in days by marinating himself in whatever body spray he found on the dresser, but his natural musk wasn’t all bad. It was odd, but not unwanted. He was in need of a shower anyways, it was certainly a rare occasion for him according to Jane.

You stepped around him, heading straight into the dining room and checking beneath the chair your bag was on. You waltzed around the table slowly, looking all over the rug beneath the table for it, but you couldn’t find anything resembling the black leather wallet. As you got onto your knees to check if it had fallen underneath the table, you sensed his hazel eyes on you once more, and glanced over to see him in the same stance he was in at the door.

His arms crossed, leaning on the wall, a shit eating grin on his lips and his eyes glued onto your ass as you stayed bent over in front of him. That pool of anger in your stomach started to boil.

“You know, you could help?” You glared up at him, annoyed.

“I could.” Bill shrugged, reaching his hand up to scratch at the patchy facial hair he had refused to keep up with, “I like the view better though.”

“You’re a pig.” You scowled at him, getting up from your position on the floor, “What’s your problem?”

“My problem?” He scoffed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh please,” You rolled your eyes, arms crossed over your chest as you stood before him, “you know exactly what I’m talking about. I’m here once a week, you’ve never bothered trying to have any kind of conversation with me, but somehow you manage to always find a way to piss me off.”

Bill smirked, looking down at the floor to try and stifle his laugh.

“Is this funny to you?” Your words were dripping with aggravation, and you knew that you should quit before it’s too late. He didn’t deserve your time. “Whatever, I don’t need your help…” You turned back to the table with another eye roll. Just feeling his presence there behind you was enough to make you snap, but god forbid you really did lose your wallet there. There’s no fucking way you’d give him access to your address, let alone your money with his bullshit spending habits.

“…Fucking loser.” You said under your breath. You just couldn’t help yourself.

Bills smirk dropped as soon as he heard you.

“What did you just say?”

The adrenaline pumped in your chest as soon as you gleaned from his tone that those two simple words got him so pissed he couldn’t end this without getting the last word. You wouldn’t let him get that satisfaction.

“Well if you heard me, then you heard that I didn’t stutter.” You turned back to face him, taking a step closer, “I said. You’re a FUCKING loser.”

How dare you challenge him like this. Girls don’t talk to Bill, let alone challenge his masculinity by telling him what he knew he really was. And it pissed him off even more when hearing those venomous words leave your lips it made the blood rush to his groin.

He took a step closer to you, trying his hardest not to show you that you were getting to him, but he was making it so obvious it was hard to not want to fuck with him.

“Fuck you.”

“That’s it?” You scoffed, not even trying to hold back your laughter, “You’re not even denying it, you know you’re a loser too, don’t you?”

He was seething, his face red, fists clenched as he kept them crossed tightly across his chest, and having to hold back from getting hard right then and there only made it so much worse.

Bill had only been challenged by the guys before, and that was one of the only major constants he knew he could handle. What he couldn’t handle, was change. He couldn’t handle the fact that he knew you were right and somehow he knew he deserved it. There was something in the way you said it that just clicked. It was true, you were right, and the fact that you looked so good doing it made him want you to tell him again.

“I’m not a loser.”

“Sure you are.” You took another step forward, peering into his eyes through his dirty frames, “And everyone knows it.”

Bill exhaled hard through his nose, quickly uncrossing his arms and reaching into the pocket of the oversized zip up he had slumped over his shoulders, pulling out your wallet.

“You want your fucking wallet?” He took a step back and threw it into the living room, “Go get it then, bitch. And then get the fuck out of my house.”

“I knew you had it you fucking asshole!”

You shoved him hard against the wall after it, though you didn’t expect it to bounce so far, and you certainly didn’t expect it to fall down the basement stairs. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…” As you stopped to go down the stairs after it, you were appalled by the absolute mess of the place.

Dirty clothes all across the floor, empty soda and energy drink cans scattered over the various shelves and desks, garbage can overflowing with an excessive amount of tissues, the pullout bed on the couch looked to be the cleanest thing and even that was a mess. Thankfully it looked to only be covered with various comics and video game controllers, but the floor around it was covered in various tapes and their cardboard sleeves and wires from the game systems all set out in front of the TV.

As your eyes scanned the floor, you couldn’t spot the small leather square amidst the clutter. It was so close to being over, but now he was making this so much more infuriating than you anticipated, and right now all you wanted was for it to be over with.

You stomped back over to Bill, who was still rubbing his arm from when he hit the wall, and reached your hand up into his greasy russet locks and grabbed a fistful, yanking him over to the basement door.

“What the fuck?! Let go of me, crazy bitch!” Bill fought to get free from your hand, though it didn’t feel like he was fighting all that hard. He had at least a few inches on you, and yet he seemed so small when you pushed him around.

“Now you’re going to help me fucking look for it, asshole!” You nearly threw him down the stairs as you let go of his hair, wiping your hand on your shirt to get rid of the oily residue.

“Cunt…” Bill said under his breath, rubbing the back of his head as he looked over the ground, kicking away the trash and clothes scattering the floor.

“Shut up and look for it.” You groaned, taking the last steps down into the basement, not being able to help looking all over the walls at the various stacks of comics and tapes, along with the different pieces of horror and fantasy memorabilia, “Christ, is your room like this too? Don’t you ever clean up after yourself?”

“Well it’s my basement, so I can do whatever I want with it.” He replied, not even bothering to look up from the floor as he kept kicking around the junk in his way.

“Oh please, you’re lucky your mom hasn’t kicked you out yet with you leaving all this junk down here.”

“It’s not junk!” Bill yelled, finally turning around to look at you. You didn’t even flinch when he took a step forward, your arms crossed over your chest.

“What would you call it then? You don’t even take care of this stuff, those shelves are covered in dust and your comics and tapes are thrown all over the place, I thought nerds like you worshipped that shit?”

“Stop calling me shit like that…”

“Well, if you tried a little harder to be normal, I wouldn’t have to call you shit like that.”

“Fuck you!” Bill stepped forward again, trying so hard to intimidate you, but even he knew he had no idea what he was doing, “You don’t know me.”

“Oh, I know more about you thank you think I do. Bill Dickey, the 20-something loser that still lives with his mommy, spending all her money on your bullshit toys because you still can’t get a job, doing nothing but smoking weed and watching porn because christ knows you’ve never gotten close to getting your dick wet… I bet you haven’t even kissed a girl yet, and you’re how old?”

“Shut the fuck up!” He yelled, his face only inches away from yours as you scowled at one another.

He hated you so fucking much, and the fact that he knew everything you said was true only made the fire inside him burn brighter. You were right. He was a loser, he still lived with his mother, no job, never had a girlfriend, let alone have a girl be alone with him for as long as you have. He was done letting you push him around, or at least he thought he was.

“Make me, nerd.”

That was it. The one final twig thrown onto the fire that made him explode with rage, and you were the one unlucky recipient that got caught in the flames. He didn’t know what came over him then, he wanted to reach his hand out and slap you for daring to speak to him that way, but with one swift motion he grabbed your collar and pulled you close, closing the space between you as he pushed his lips onto yours.

You let out a surprised yelp as he yanked you towards him, and as his lips crashed into yours you had come to the very sudden realization that it wasn’t as repulsive as you expected it to be. His lips were dry, and he tasted of chapstick and a bit of citrus from whatever energy drink he happened to chug while he was down in the basement. But still, somehow the feeling of having him so close, your lips pressed together in a heated moment of hatred, just felt so right.

It was so strange.

With the sudden realization of your surroundings, your hand reached back up into his greasy hair and yanked him back again, tearing his lips away from yours, “What the fuck?!”

“What? You said ‘make me’ so I did,” He said so matter of factly with a smirk on his face, “and you didn’t hate it either. If you didn’t want it, you wouldn’t have let me.”

He was right. You did let him.

You let him kiss you, and god help you, but you liked it.

And fuck him for making you want that aching feeling back between your thighs.

“I’ll fucking kill you…” You pushed him back hard enough for him to almost trip over the dirty clothes on the basement floor, but all he could do was laugh as you stepped closer to push him again, “Who the fuck do you think you are?!”

“I know exactly who I am, and you know too.” Even with you fuming before him, ready to clench your fist and punch him right where he deserved it, he still couldn’t help himself from being the asshole he was, “I’m the pathetic loser that everyone hates, and you just let me kiss you. And you liked it. Who’s pathetic now?”

Everything he said was true. He was pathetic, he was disgusting, he was a foul excuse of a human being, and there was some little part of you that wanted him so badly you couldn’t hide it even when you wanted to.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“You know what? No.” Bill stood tall over you, stepping forward from where you pushed him back to lean over you with a smirk on his lips, “How about you make me shut up, bitch?”

With one final shove, Bills legs gave in as they hit the end of the pullout bed, falling back against it and propping himself up on his elbows.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” You stood over him, hands on your hips, “Don’t think you’ve got something to hold over me just because i let you kiss me,” Another step closer and you would be in his lap, “I saw how hard you were trying to keep yourself from letting all the blood rush to your dick upstairs, you like being called a loser, and you know it.” The waves of emotion were starting to consume you. The tension was only making it more fun. “So I guess we’re both pretty pathetic…”

You climbed over him, your knees gently sinking into the cheap mattress as your hands quickly grasped his cheeks, pulling his lips back into yours. And this time he reciprocated.

You could tell that this was all so foreign to him, especially when you felt him start to harden in his sweatpants as you pushed your body into his. But he’d never admit that this was all new to him. Why stop a good thing?

As his arms gave in, he laid himself back onto the mattress, a gentle groan leaving his lips as his hands moved to hold onto your hips. The aggression you were holding inside for so long was finally able to be released, and without thinking your hips ground into him, smiling against his lips as you heard him try so hard to stifle the moan stuck in his throat.

He was right where you wanted him.

You pulled back ever so slightly, and you couldn’t help but giggle watching the way he leaned his head to keep your lips on his just a little longer. It took a moment to catch your breath after the intensity of your lips attacking one another, and all you could do was stare at him.

“What now?” Bill asked you.

You both knew exactly what you wanted, you couldn’t deny your bodies’ natural animalistic instincts, but to be giving into those feelings with each other is what got you so caught up. You didn’t like him, but you didn’t hate him either. And though he wanted to hate you still, something deep down inside was telling him that he couldn’t. Not like this.

“I don’t know…” You shrugged, one hand still gently cupping his cheek, “We could… Have you?…” The words were so clear in your brain but there was some kind of disconnect when it came to saying them. You knew he was a virgin, everything about him told you that, but were you really about to fuck him just to get it over with? Just to satisfy that itch that so many other boys in the past couldn’t scratch?

Bills eyes looked away from you, and as he shook his head you could see a mixture of anger and fear on his face.

You both knew you wanted it, and you wanted it bad, but there was that lingering feeling of hatred for one another still in the air mixed with the heavy air of lust and want for each other. You didn’t know if you hated each other, or if you hated yourselves for wanting each other.

“It’s up to you, I guess…” His eyes found yours once more, “But if we do, don’t think it means I like you.”

“And don’t think me doing this for you means I like you.” As you kept your position, straddled in his lap, you kicked your shoes off onto the floor, “Look. I’ll do you this one favor, but you have to do something for me too. I’m not just going to let you fuck me and not get anything in return.”

You felt him twitch between your legs, and the friction of the fabric between you wasn’t making it any better.

“Fine, like what?” He groaned.

“I’ll let you know when it’s over.” With one swift motion you quickly turned over onto your back, laid out on the dirty mattress, pushing aside the few comic books and tape sleeves still mixed up over the blanket and pulling Bill on top of you.

He sat up on his knees and looked down, smiling at the state you were in. Eyes glazed over with lust, cheeks tinted pink, and looking at you laid beneath him was a sight he never thought he’d see.

“Fuck it.” Bill growled, nearly tearing the oversized zip up off of his arms, throwing it onto the floor to be lost with the other various clothing items he couldn’t be bothered to wash.

He leaned himself back down over you, elbows next to your head as he pushed his lips back onto yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him held close as if he was going to tear himself away from you at any second.

As new as he was to it, Bill wasn’t a bad kisser. A little messy, and he certainly didn’t know when to stop himself, but he had wanted this for so long you were certain he was just happy to finally get these firsts done. For a twenty-something year old virgin, he was a good kisser. And you wanted more.

With each slow movement of your lips, you inched the tip of your tongue closer and closer to moving with them, and you could sense him tense as soon as he felt it against his lips. But he wasn’t going to deny you what you wanted.

He tried to mimic your movements, slowly bringing his tongue closer and closer to touching yours. He was an asshole, but you weren’t going to make him go past his comfort level. You waited and waited for that green light to push just a little bit further, and as soon as you felt the soft flesh against your lips you gave him access.

It was so much less aggressive than you were expecting. More curious than anything, like he was nervous to make any wrong moves. Your hands slowly reached up between your bodies, your fingertips gently caressing his neck before holding the back of it, gently moving through his hair and pulling him closer into you. The moment he picked up on your signal he took advantage of it, pushing his tongue past your lips and tangling it with yours.

You gently tugged at Bills hair, although this seemed to only encourage him further, twisting his tongue faster until you had to pull him away from you to catch your breath, the taste of him still lingering.

“I need to fucking breathe, dumbass…” You said in between breaths, your chests heaving. As your eyes opened you smiled seeing you were still connected by a thin strand of saliva on your lips.

“Don’t make a mess of yourself yet.” You moved a hand down from his neck and wiped at his bottom lip before carefully leaning yourself up onto your elbows. Bill moved with you, wanting to give you the space you needed, and sat up onto his knees. “Help me.” You ordered him, reaching your hands down to the hem of your shirt and pulling it off of your body, tossing it onto the floor.

All he could do was stare at your still bra-covered chest.

He’d stared at naked girls on a computer screen hundreds of times before, he’d destroyed countless issues of Playboy and even a few Heavy Metal comics, but finally seeing the real thing was a sight so intoxicating he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Bill!” Your shout took him out of his trance, “Help.”

“Uh…” His eyes scanned your body, eyes fixated on your breasts, trying his hardest to hold a complete thought together, “Help with what?”

“Getting this off.” You moved to sit on top of your legs, inching your body closer to him, your arms reaching out and gently resting on his sides. You pressed your body into his, pulling away your hair to give him a clear view of the little clasp on your bra. As he reached his arms around you, leaning his head over your shoulder to make sure he was doing it right, you could feel his hands shaking as he tugged at the clasp.

“God dammit…” He whispered angrily under his breath as he struggled to get it undone, “How do you get this fucking thing off?”

“Calm down,” You groaned, leaning your head up to kiss his jaw, your hands carefully moving beneath the hem of his shirt and slowly tracing your fingers along his bare torso. You could feel that his warm body wasn’t used to the foreign touch, “You’re a grown man, you can figure it out.”

Bill groaned and kept whispering to himself, aggravated by the little metal clasp that for some reason he just couldn’t figure out. As much as he didn’t want to, he listened to you, taking a deep breath and moving slowly, and to his surprise the clasps came undone without another issue. You felt your bra loosen around your shoulders and leaned back to pull it away from your body, letting the straps fall down your arms and tossing it away. And Bill couldn’t help but stare again. His arms fell to his sides as his eyes were locked onto your naked breasts, and you could tell when you looked at his face that this was something he had always dreamed of, but now that a half naked girl really was right before him he had no idea what he was doing.

You couldn’t help but smile at his state,

“You know, you’re allowed to touch me?” You said with a snicker.

As if he was waiting for your approval, his hands finally reached up and gently grasped onto the soft skin of your breasts, a quiet breathy moan left his lips, “Oh my god…” He whispered to himself, eyes wide as he gently massaged and kneaded the soft skin. You couldn’t help but smile up at him, so entranced already and all you had to do was take your shirt off.

Your hands grasped the hem of his shirt, tugging it up over his tummy to pull it away,

“Your turn.”

Without a second thought, Bill sat up and pulled at the loose t-shirt on his body, almost ripping at it as he threw it across the room, fixing his glasses after getting caught on the collar. You laid back, taking a slow breath as he towered above you, letting out a surprised gasp as his hands found their way back onto your body. Gently kneading the soft skin of your breasts, and as you looked up to his face you could see he was nearly drooling at the sight beneath him.

His hands moved to the side of your chest as he lowered himself onto you, moaning at the first bit of skin to skin contact he’d ever experienced. He couldn’t help himself from needing to know just how soft you felt beneath his touch. His hands quickly moved back to your chest and he carefully moved himself down your body, his face slowly lowering into the valley between your breasts, gently kissing the areas his lips could reach as he couldn’t stop himself from grinding his hips into you. You could sense his smile against your skin and you slowly lowered one hand into his hair, gently playing with the few strands at the base of his neck as the other one draped onto his back, your fingers tracing little patterns onto his shoulders.

You could hear him whispering to himself and softly giggled as he pushed his face further into your chest,

“So soft…” Bill whispered before slowly lifting his head from the space between your breasts, his eyes peeking up over his frames to see your face as he licked his lips, watching you gasp and lean your head back as they wrapped around a nipple and pulled ever so slightly. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud before pulling his lips off with a silent pop. Watching your face contort was only encouraging him further to get those intoxicating moans to leave your lips.

As he listened intently for the littlest sound from you, the corners of his lips turned as you took a deep breath and whispered a quiet, “Fuck…” to yourself. Your fingers gently tugging his hair were enough to make him dive in again, his lips leaning down to the other breast, kissing your hardened nipple before taking it between his lips and pulling, releasing it as you let out a breathy moan.

“You’re really good at that.” You complimented him as you tried to slow your breathing back down.

As he leaned down to kiss the other nipple, he looked back up at you, smiling,

“I’ve watched enough porn to learn a few things…”

“Gross,” You giggled, “that’s not something to be proud of, pervert.”

“Yeah?” Bill raised himself up onto his arms, his face hovering over yours, “Well you seem to like it…” He whispered, his lips softly pressing to yours just once.

You smiled up at him, your arms moving to hold the back of his head and move your fingers through his hair. Every word that came out of his mouth was repulsive, but with no prior experience he really knew how to use your body against you. And it only made you curious to see what else he could do to you.

“Have you learned anything else?” Your hands moved to his shoulders, gently pushing him further down your body as you sat yourself up. You carefully moved your body down to the edge of the bed, Bill moving himself down to kneel before you, his face turning redder by the second as his eyes stayed glued onto your face. His hands slowly reached up to rest on the outside of your jean-clad thighs, slowly moving them up and down.

“Like what?”

You shrugged, inching yourself closer and closer to the edge of the bed, your legs wide open as Bill sat between them,

“Maybe you can help me out of these and show me~” You smiled coyly, fingers reaching to the button and zip on your jeans, standing before him as his hands reached up, fingers looped in the belt loops as he tugged the hem down your thighs.

The sight of you in your little cotton panties was enough for him to make a mess of himself, and as you stepped out of your jeans he threw them across the floor and eagerly moved his hands to the hem of your panties before you quickly stopped him.

“Wait!” You head his hands gently as they rested on your hips and sat back down, legs open wide for him to settle his body between them, “Beg.”

Bills eyebrows furrowed in confusion,

“What?”

“Beg.” You ordered, leaning forward to get your face closer to his, teasing him with the thought that if you got close enough he could reach your lips again, “Tell me what you want.”

“No, I’m not begging you.”

“Fine,” You shrugged, getting yourself ready to stand and find your jeans among the mess, “if you don’t want it then-“

“No!” Bill shouted, holding your hips and guiding you back to sit on the edge of the bed, “No, no, I want it…”

“Ok then, tell me.”

Bill fought with himself for a moment. He wanted you, and he wanted you bad.

Everything in his heart was telling him that he couldn’t let you see him like this, watching him beg and writhe for you on the floor, but there was that little part of him that was so willing to do anything and everything you asked. He couldn’t take it.

“I… I want…” He never expected this from himself. He never expected himself to be so close so such a beautiful woman, her body almost fully exposed to him for his eyes and hands to wander over as he pleased. It was humiliating, but so endearing, “I want to eat you out… Please?”

You raised your eyebrows at how badly Bill sounded like he needed you, a smirk came to your lips as you leaned down and gave him just one quick kiss.

“Thank you. And thank you for saying ‘please’, I didn’t expect you to want it that badly…”

“Well, you said ‘beg’…”

You laid back onto your elbows, letting Bill move his fingers back through the sides of your cotton panties, slowly pulling them down your hips. He stopped himself just before letting them fall down your thighs and eagerly anticipated the exposure of your womanhood. He wanted to be able to enjoy himself.

You watched his face closely, and as he pulled off that last little bit of fabric you saw his eyes go wide. His chest was heaving, cheeks bright pink, and his lip quivering just as he slowly dragged your panties down to your ankles. You stepped out of them and opened your legs back up to give him access. All he could do was stare at your body, laid out before him for him to use as he pleased, but all he wanted was to make sure he was doing a good job.

“Fuck…” Bill growled, his teeth clenched, and he couldn’t help but go back to his perverse ways, grabbing damp fabric off of the floor and bringing it to his face, deeply inhaling your scent. Bill groaned, his eyes clenched shut as he breathed you in, and just seeing how drunk with lust he was getting from you only made it seem so much more than what it really was.

You may have hated each other before, but all sane thoughts had left your mind just seeing how drunk Bill was with lust. For a virgin, he really did know all the things that made you dripping wet.

And Bill could see that too.

He smiled to himself as he saw the littlest bit of light gleaming in from a crack in the throw blanket over the window and watched the way your pussy glistened for him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it and he let your panties drop from between his fingers onto the floor, his hands moving to hold the outside of your thighs, slowly caressing the soft skin beneath his fingertips,

“Oh my god…” He said between heavy breaths, inching closer and closer to your core, so fearful and yet so exhilarated to finally taste the sweet fruits of his labor.

He was the reason you were this wet, he was the reason you were aching for some kind of contact to bring you further to the edge, he was the reason you were writhing with pleasure after every touch.

“Bill?” His eyes glanced up at you on the bed as you summoned him, “You ok?” You giggled.

“Yeah…” He nodded, his head dipping back between your legs, planting a trail of kisses up your inner thighs, “Just lay down.”

You did as he commanded, and as you slowly lowered yourself back onto the mattress you were hit with a wave of instantaneous pleasure as you felt Bills tongue curiously exploring your folds. It was impossible to choke back the string of whines and moans that escaped your throat, and you were done holding back.

He was being so slow and so gentle, being so agonizingly tender it made you wonder if he was doing it out of his own inexperience or if it was because he wanted you to be in excruciating bliss. As long as he kept his head buried in your thighs you didn’t care which one it was.

Second by second, Bill swirled his tongue faster, and as he devoured your sweet juices his hands moved from your thighs to your hips. He gripped onto you tightly, pulling your body closer into him, and you could feel the tip of his nose gently stroke your sensitive pearl. As your toes curled and you let out a yelp of pleasure, it only made him more curious as to what he could make you do for him just from unintentionally toying with the little bundle of nerves.

Everything beyond this point was purely experimental for him.

Bill opened his eyes and did his best to get a good look at you, but with your back arched ever so slightly it was almost impossible to get a good read on your body. He just did whatever felt right. One hand moved from your thigh, his fingers gently trailing up and over your hip, and for just a moment he slowly tore his mouth away from you.

You whimpered at the loss of contact, opening your eyes and prepared to sit back up on your elbows to make sure Bill was ok, but were quickly forced back down by the feeling of 1000 volts of electricity rushing through your body as his fingers found their way to your clit. You gripped the sheets between your fingers so hard you thought if you were pushed just a little further they’d tear, and Bill was using this all to his advantage. He liked how submissive you were to his touch, and every little sound that came from you only told him how good of a job he was doing.

“Fuck…” You groaned out as Bill brought you closer and closer to your release.

You couldn’t see it, but the smile on his lips stayed cemented as he dove back into you, licking long flat stripes with his tongue over your folds. All he wanted was the joy of knowing that of all people, he was the one pushing you over the edge. As he felt your hand slowly move over the top of his head, fingers intertwined in his hair and tugging so gently to keep him put, his eyes shut tight. He could already feel himself making a mess of his sweatpants, not being able to hold back how you were able to make him leak just from laying there and taking it.

“ ‘M getting close…” You whined out, your fingers tightening their grip in his hair and Bill quickened his pace, burying his face into your thighs and completely losing control of himself. The mixture of your own juices and his saliva were dripping down his chin, and he could feel your hips instinctively try to jerk back but he pulled you back into his tongue each time you felt your own body betray you by pulling you away from such bliss.

“Bill… Bill…” His name slipped from your lips like a prayer over and over again, and finally hearing you cry out for him was all he needed to help you cross over that threshold. With one final twist of his tongue he heard your cries of pleasure and pulled himself away, catching his breath as he stared up at you on the bed.

Eyes closed, face red, your lips were parted and trembling as you slowly relaxed yourself into the bed, taking deep breaths to slowly bring you back down from your high.

Bill grabbed one of the stray pieces of clothes from the floor and wiped your juices from his chin, smiling up at you as his head rested on your thigh,

“You’re a fucking mess…” He chuckled, slowly standing himself up from the floor.

You groaned as you sat up onto your elbows, pulling the rest of your body back onto the bed and giving your legs a rest from their wide open position. With one last exhale, you looked up at him with a smile on your lips,

“I guess you did learn a little bit.”

“Told you.” He said with an eye roll, reaching his hand out to help lift you to sit upright. You took it graciously and the feeling of his hand in yours lingered before pulling it back down to rest at your side. As your eyes moved down his body, you couldn’t help your cheeks turning pink upon seeing how hard he was from the bulge in his sweats. And he was bigger than you anticipated.

“My turn…” His hands grabbed onto the waistband of his sweats and before he could pull them down his hips you stopped him,

“Wait.”

“What? Are you ok?” Bill looked to your face for any sign of discomfort but when he saw your eyes, glazed over with lust, looking up at him he knew that you were just going to toy with him further.

“Let me do it?” You asked, your fingers looping into the waistband of his sweats and gently tugging, almost as if asking for permission.

A shiver went down Bills spine, and you could sense him trembling under your touch, but he looked to you and nodded. You kept your eyes on his as you slowly pulled the fabric down his hips, your eyes moving back down as you noticed him getting caught on the waistband.

A quiet giggle escaped your lips as you exposed his manhood, popping out of his boxers and bobbing just before your eyes. He wasn’t huge by any means, but he certainly wasn’t small. And with the way the last hour had gone you were hoping and praying that he’d be a perfect fit inside you. His body was shaking as you finished pulling the fabric down to his ankles and you moved your hands up to caress the top of his thighs as he stepped out of them, kicking them away.

Bill didn’t know if he should be exhilarated or afraid when he noticed your gaze lingering on his groin.

“What?”

“Hm?” You peeked up at him and flashed a quick smile before averting your eyes back to his cock, “Nothing.” Finally having the real thing there before your eyes only made those thoughts come back into your head.

All the nights you spent with that piece of silicone between your legs, twisting yourself into uncomfortable positions just to make it feel a little more real, having your roster of men flipping through your brain like TV channels, and Bill was at the end of every one of them. Without a doubt, he was always the last person that came to mind, the last person you’d ever imagine having you feeling the way you felt during those lonely nights, the last person that you thought of before you came each and every time. Even through all the hatred, all the bitterness, it felt so surreal to see that he was right there before you.

Your eyes glanced up to his and you knew exactly why he stood there trembling,

“Don’t worry, I like it.” You whispered before moving a hand up to gently hold it at the base, leaning in and gently planting a wet open-mouth kiss to the tip.

Bills body gave into your touch almost instantly, a whine escaping his lips as he felt your kiss and nearly fainted from the euphoria.

“Ohh fuck~” You giggled as he placed his hand onto your shoulder to balance himself,

“Sorry…”

“It’s ok.” You giggled, taking your hand away from his member, “Why don’t you lay down? I think that’ll make it a little easier for both of us.”

“Can’t I just sit?” Bill asked as he sat next to you on the end of the mattress.

“No, I’m already on this gross bed, I’m not getting on your disgusting floor.”

“It’s not that bad!” Bill looked behind him and tossed the few comics that were tangled in with the blanket onto the floor, “There, clean bed.”

“Sure, ‘clean’.” You giggled, “Just go sit against the back of the couch, it’ll be more comfortable that way.”

Bill did as you commanded, slowly moving himself until his back was against the dark sofa cushions. He breathed slow and opened his legs for you to maneuver between them and watched as you crawled towards him, his hands already gently holding the sheets just from watching the way your body was swaying closer and closer.

“Comfortable?” You asked as you nestled yourself between his legs, hands slowly caressing his thighs.

Bill nodded and watched you intently, and as one hand wrapped back around the base you leaned down and the tip of your tongue gently licked over his slit. His breath caught in his throat and you could feel his body tense beneath you. You tried your best to flip your hair over your shoulders but it was no use, and you looked up to him from his lap,

“You could be a gentleman and hold my hair back.”

“Sorry,” Bill said with a chuckle, his hands reaching out and gently combing back the hair around your face with his fingers, collecting it and holding it back for you, “I wouldn’t know, I’ve never done this shit before.”

You smirked up at him before licking his tip again, your eyes glancing up to his face seeing that he was torn between watching you or clenching his eyes shut in bliss. Slowly, you planted kisses all along his length, making sure to linger your lips over the head just to see how sensitive it was for him. As he finally let his head tilt back against the cushion, you smiled and gently wrapped your lips around the head, suckling gently as you listened to each and every noise that slipped from his lips. The moans, whines and whimpers coming from him were enough to make you want to keep your mouth wrapped around him for as long as he asked.

Your lips enveloped the tip, suckling gently before slowly taking more and more past your lips, making sure to keep a steady pace as your head bobbed up and down in his lap. Bills hand was still wrapped tightly in your hair, and he was making sure to not push your head down further and force it all down your throat, he was too eager and it felt too good to not want to fuck your mouth, but he was being a gentleman. It didn’t come all that natural to him, but he was trying so hard to make this enjoyable for you.

Little by little, inch by inch, you lowered your lips onto him to see how deep you could take him, and as soon as you found that perfect spot of comfort you pulled your lips almost all the way off before sliding them back down to the base, eating a dragged out moan from Bill. You couldn’t stop.

With every little sound he made it was only making you want it more and more, hollowing out your cheeks each time you went back for more to tighten what little wiggle room there was. You could taste him at the back of your throat, and even though it had been only minutes since you began you could sense he was close from the way his body tensed around you.

“F-fuck…” He groaned through gritted teeth, “I think I’m gonna cum…” Just then you pulled your lips off with a silent pop, catching your breath as you sat up. Bills hand loosened its grip on your hair and looked to you with confusion, “That’s not fair.” He said in between breaths, “I made you cum, didn’t I?”

“You did.” You said with a smile, wiping the little bit of saliva off of your swollen lips, leaning your body up and giving him a quick kiss, “But my hand moves faster…”

You stayed in your upright position in his lap, moving your legs around to straddle his thigh and give yourself a bit more balance as one hand wrapped back around his cock, the other moving to hold the top of the cushion next to his head. Your hand was slowly pumping up and down, keeping your eyes glued onto his cock and smiling as you saw how hard he was trying to hold himself back. The pre-cum that was overflowing from his tip was providing the perfect lubricant for you to move just a bit faster, the wet sounds echoing in the room in between every whine that came from Bill. His chest was heaving, head tilted back on the couch cushion with his eyes clenched shut just enjoying every second he could. Relishing in every moment that your hands were on each other.

Your grip tightened and the dragged out moan that left his lips was enough to tell you that you were getting him close. You pumped faster and faster, those little whimpers encouraging you each and every time to go back in for more just to hear them one more time. Hearing him writhe beneath your touch made your heart race, yearning to feel him so close to you once more, and you knew that moment would come after he did. And as you watched his hands gripping at the sheets to his sides, nearly tearing them from the frustration of holding himself back for you, you leaned your lips close to his ear and whispered,

“I want you to cum for me~”

You felt his hips jerk up into your hand as he groaned, his head leaning further back onto the cushion as he completely let himself become submissive to your touch.

“Come on, it’s ok,” You whispered to him, “cum for me i know you want to.”

His body seized beneath you, his hips thrusting upward into your hand and with a few final agonizing strokes you watched as Bill painted his tummy with long spurts of his seed. He looked down at the mess he made of himself and his face went red, leaning it back against the cushion as he caught his breath, a few strands of his greasy hair stuck to his forehead.

“I’m sorry…” He said between breaths, your hand moving up to brush the hair away from his face, “your hands are a lot softer than mine…” He smiled before closing his eyes, breathing deep to get his heart rate back to normal, “I didn’t cum too fast, did I?”

You shook your head and smiled, “No, you didn’t.” You giggled, “Did it feel good having someone else do it?”

Bill nodded his head and lifted it back off of the back couch cushions, his hand reaching up to hold your cheek and pull you in close, his lips meeting yours again in an embrace of passion, “So good…” He said between kisses, “so much better…”

It was odd. He was being so gentle, so tender in this moment that it was sending sparks through your body with every movement of your lips. You never would’ve expected this kind of loving nature from him, but having him hold you so close while his lips softly and slowly moved with your own made you want him more and more with every passing second.

Everything he had done since the beginning made you want him more and more as the seconds went by. Maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought. He may have been an asshole but he was constantly checking for your consent at every chance he could, not being to cocky even after talking a big game and being so gentle with your body when it was in his hands, and this little bit of tenderness he was showing you after making a complete mess of himself was the last little bit of convincing you needed to realize that whenever he popped up in the back of your mind during those lonely nights, is because you wanted him to be there.

You slowly pulled back and your eyes glanced down to his stomach, not being able to stifle your giggles,

“Now who’s made a mess of themselves?”

“Shut up.” He chuckled, “I couldn’t help it, you’re really good at that. I guess I’m not the only guy you’ve whored yourself out to, huh?”

“I’m not whoring myself out to you,” You said with an eye roll, reaching over and grabbing one of the stray shirts thrown onto the back of the couch cushions, handing it to Bill to clean himself up, “I’m doing you a favor. And the only reason I’m doing you a favor is because you’re going to do me a favor. Eventually.”

“Still not telling me?” He asked, sitting himself up and using the shirt to wipe up his mess, “You’re not going to try and make me ‘change my ways’ or some bullshit like that, right?”

You shrugged and leaned forward and gave him one last kiss,

“You’ll find out after I let you fuck me.”

Bill tossed the soiled shirt away and watched as you laid yourself out on the mattress, your hand reaching down between your legs to gently rub the sensitive bud he took advantage of, still so sensitive to touch. He quickly regained his stamina, climbing over you with a smile on his face, his body resting between your legs as his hands kept him propped up just above your shoulders.

“Really? You’re ready for it now?” He couldn’t hide his excitement amy longer, and you felt how quickly he hardened against your leg.

You nodded slowly reached your hands up, holding the back of his neck and pulling his face close to yours,

“Go slow. Be gentle. You do exactly as I say.” You ordered. Bill nodded and looked down between your bodies, maneuvering his hips down and watching to line himself up with your entrance before you stopped him, “Not now!”

“What?” He looked back up to you with his eyebrows furrowed, moving himself back away from your entrance as you asked.

“Get a condom, I’m not letting you cum in me.”

“Oh, right, uh…” His eyes wandered all over the basement, trying to remember if he even had any stored down there, or anywhere for that matter, “Shit…”

“You do have one, right?”

“Uh, yeah…” He sat up from between your legs and crawled down to the end of the bed, looking all over the dirtied basement trying to remember if Pete had left that little box he brought a few weeks ago, “somewhere…”

By this point you couldn’t deny your body what it had been aching for for weeks. You leaned yourself up and knelt next to him on the bed, your hand grabbing his jaw and turning his face to you,

“You better fucking have one, I need you to fuck me.”

As you let go, you could see the gears in his head turning, his eyes looking over every shelf and desktop for just the littlest flash reflecting off of the metallic packaging as you laid yourself back onto the mattress.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get one.” Bill hopped up from the bed and tried to remember where one could possibly be. He rethought that whole night trying desperately to think of where they would’ve been hidden.

The guys coming over for another ‘club meeting’, tackling one another over some bullshit regarding who’s kept who’s comic for longer, ordering way too much pizza using his moms credit card while they rewatched The X-Files for the millionth time, Pete talking about meeting some girl at a bar and how he was finally going to get lucky and brought out a box of condoms that he forgot about on the…

“Side table…” Bill whispered to himself as he quickly darted his attention to the cluttered table in between the couches arm rest and one of the various comic filled bookshelves.

He leaned over and pushed off the empty cans and mini chip bags, making sure not to accidentally knock over the dirtied ash tray with a half smoked joint still resting on the side, finally finding that familiar little box hiding underneath one of the empty video game cases. He smiled in disbelief, moving back to kneel between your legs as he struggled with the small cardboard box.

“Wow,” You giggled as you watched him try to hurriedly open the box, eventually relying on his teeth to tear the top away, “I’m shocked you actually had any down here, there’s no fucking way you were able to get a girl in bed. Especially in this filth.”

“Yeah? Well I got you down here, didn’t I?” Bill chuckled, tearing off one of the foil packets from the connected serrated edges.

“I guess you’re right.” Your eyes watched as Bill pulled out the condom, tossing the wrapper to the floor and slowly sliding the lubricated latex down the length of his cock.

Bill took one last deep breath before reassuming his position from before, his body resting between your legs, hands just a move your shoulders to balance himself over you, his cock hovering over your entrance. You adjusted your body beneath him, hands moving to hold his forearms as you looked up to him.

This was it. The moment you had stuck in the back of your mind for weeks, your body aching for him in ways even you didn’t understand, and it felt so surreal. All the times you spent glaring at him for even bothering to be in your presence, all the times you felt his eyes on you whenever he passed by, all the times he interrupted you speaking just to be able to get the last word in for whatever bullshit reasons he kept to himself, it all felt like it was for nothing. All for you to end up naked beneath him, waiting for him to fuck you senseless like you had imagined so many times before.

“Ready?” Bill asked, pulling you from your trance, and as he saw you slowly nod your head he turned his vision between your bodies.

Bill tried to control his breathing, inching himself closer and closer to your entrance and you could sense his slight hesitation.

“Bill?” You said quietly, his attention averting back up to you, “Are you ok?”

He was silent, but you could see the anxiety pooling in his eyes, so excited and yet so nervous to be doing the one thing he had always dreamed of. You weren’t sure what it was that made him so suddenly lose all confidence he seemed to have before, but if he was ready you’d make sure to help him stay ready.

“Nervous?” You asked, Bill nodding back slowly. “It’s ok to be nervous,” You smiled to help ease a little bit of the tension, your eyes meeting his, “do you want me to help?”

Bill looked back down between your bodies before giving you a little nod, your hand slowly reaching down to gently grasp his cock and guide it to your entrance, “Right here, you do the rest ok? And remember, slow and gentle, do as I say.”

“Right… slow and gentle…” Bill said quietly, taking one last deep breath before ever so slightly bringing his hips forward, watching your face for any sign of discomfort as he pushed himself into you, finally crossing that threshold.

You breathed slow, a shaky exhale leaving your lips at the first initial stretch, feeling him sink deeper into you. Bill took his time, soaking in the euphoria of your warmth as he pushed himself in deeper and deeper, trying so hard to hold himself back from cumming too soon again, all from the soft tightness of your walls squeezing around him.

It didn’t feel anything like what you were used to with anyone else.

The initial burning of that first stretch was nonexistent, your walls were consuming him so easily and every single moment of it was pure bliss. You could feel him sinking deeper into your body, his hips nearly pressed to yours and as you looked up at his face you could see how focused he was on making sure that this was good for you. His lip quivering, shaking breaths leaving his throat, and every few moments he’d look back up to you just to see if he was doing everything the way he was supposed to. When his eyes met yours he stopped, hips pressed to yours as he was fully sheathed between your legs.

As Bill peered into your eyes he felt as if he could feel your soul staring right back into his.

“You can move. Slow.” You whispered to him, getting a quick nod in response as Bills eyes went back down between your bodies, watching as he slowly pulled himself from you, only to push himself back in to the hilt.

When he heard a gentle whine escape your lips, he took it as a sign of good faith that he was doing well.

“Keep going…” You stuttered between breaths, your arms slowly wrapping around his shoulders to hold him as he hovered over you, your body moving with every slow thrust, “ohh fuck…”

Bill smiled to himself as he watched your face contort with pleasure after every gentle thrust, your moans and whines sounding like the most beautiful symphony he’d ever heard, and it was all for him.

“Can I… Can I go faster?” Bill asked, almost begging you to let him fuck you like he’d always thought about whenever he had his hand wrapped around his cock, but the overdone moans and groans that came from his monitor didn’t compare to the real thing.

You said nothing, only nodding to him as you let your body become consumed with the agonizing pleasure he was bringing you.

With every thrust Bill made he was inching you closer and closer to the edge, but you wanted to drag it out for as long as possible. Where was the fun in keeping it quick? All those months of nonstop hatred, the dirty looks and stares, the comments under your breath and the irritating way he would walk around you like he had you wrapped around his finger all because you couldn’t snap back. Why bother keeping it short when he was wrapped around your pretty little finger, making you a mess on his dirty basement sleeper sofa like you expected him to every lonely night that you were left with your thoughts.

As your eyes slowly opened hearing Bill trying so hard to choke back the moans you were dying to hear, it was almost as if he could see into your mind. He was towering over you, your bodies moving in sync with every thrust, his face red and his eyes clenched shut in bliss, it was almost cute to see how flustered you had made him all from giving him the one thing every pervert in his 20’s would’ve only dreamed of.

Bill let his fantasies get the best of him, suddenly remembering that he didn’t have to keep his eyes closed to think about all the dirty things he wanted to do to you. He didn’t have to use his imagination to pretend your warm body was there in his lap while he was sat in front of his monitor, thrusting into his hand and pretending it was you. With every noise that came from your lips, every creak that came from that shoddy mattress, every time he felt his body tingle with each push back into you only built his confidence more and more, and as he opened his eyes and looked down upon your figure beneath him he was consumed with a greediness that could only be satisfied by having you writhe beneath him, begging him to make you cum.

He carefully repositioned himself, adjusting his pace as he sat himself up onto his knees, his hands moving from beside your head to firmly gripping onto your waist, pulling your body into him each time he drove his cock back into you. Bill couldn’t help but let out the same bliss filled whines as he picked up his pace, looking down between your bodies as he watched himself fuck you into submission. He smiled as he let this newfound cockiness consume him.

“Look at me.” He demanded, your eyes slowly prying open and looking up through the frames nearly falling off the bridge of his nose from the gentle sheen on sweat on his brow, “Tell me how good it feels…” He groaned through gritted teeth, “Tell me how good it feels when I fuck you.”

“It feels so good… fuck~” You whined as you tried to keep your eyes on him, “It feels so fucking good… You’re the only person that’s made me feel like this…” Bill smiled wider as he watched you struggle to keep focused, watching the euphoria overcome you as he felt your walls start to tighten around him. He picked up his pace, his hands moving from your waist to your hips and guided one of your legs to hook around his waist, drilling into you.

“Use me…” Bill heard you whine out, watching as you were hit with a sudden burst of energy as the white hot burning in your core was getting brighter and brighter. With the sudden burst of adrenaline you leaned yourself up as much as you could, one hand holding your legs open for him as the other went behind his neck, pulling him closer to you, his forehead pressed to yours, “Use me until you can’t, please…”

You could feel the tears pricking your eyes, not being able to hold back the surge of emotions. No one had ever filled you with such pleasure, such passion, that it had made your body completely forget all functions. It was bliss. Pure, agonizing bliss. And Bill was the one to make you feel this way.

He moved one hand away from your waist and held the back of your neck, keeping you close as he felt himself start to get sloppy with his thrusts. Each push back into you was one more moment closer to release, and he could tell that meant for you as well as he felt your fingers gripping onto his hair.

“Oh f-fuck…” Bill groaned, not being able to hold himself back any longer, “I think I’m gonna cum… Are you close?”

You held onto him tightly, whimpering as you nodded to him, not able to make out the proper words as the excruciating ecstasy flowed through your veins. You knew it would take mere moments before you felt that rush through your body once more, and with a few final thrusts you gripped onto Bill tightly, eyes clenched shut as your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him in just one last time. With one final drawn out moan from him, his thrusts slowed as he filled the condom and carefully laid himself over you.

The silence that filled the room was a serene stillness as the two of you were tangled in each others arms, Bill still buried deep inside you as you caught your breath. You waited patiently for your orgasm to wash over your body, giving yourself time to recollect your thoughts and emotions before fully realizing what had just occurred.

You had sex with Bill Dickey, and it was the best you’ve ever had.

Slowly, Bill lifted himself off of your body and carefully pulled himself out of you, maneuvering himself to lay next to you on the sleeper sofa as he pulled off the filled condom and tied off the end. He tossed it into the full garbage can next to the arm of the couch and reached over to pull the dark throw blanket over your bodies. Maybe it was just instinct, but you curled up to his side, resting your head onto his chest as your breath finally slowed to a normal pace once more, the aching between your legs finally subsided.

“Fuck…” Bill said with an exhale, his arm slowly moving around your shoulder to hold you to his side, “You don’t mind if I smoke do you?” He asked as his eyes caught the ash tray on the side table, the half smoked joint still resting in it.

You smiled up at him and giggled to yourself quietly, unsure if you were shocked or not at the fact that that was the first thing he’d said to you after taking his virginity.

“No. Not if you share.”

He reached his other arm over, making sure to still keep you at his side as he grasped the joint with his fingers, quickly grabbing the lighter next to it. He brought the filter to his lips and lit the end of it, taking a deep inhale and slowly blew the smoke from his lips before passing it to you,

“Um, you know…” Bill started, keeping his eyes on his lap as his hand reached up to brush away the few strands of hair stuck to his forehead, “to be honest with you, I didn’t think I would really ever, uh… you know, do that, with anyone. So, uh… thank you.”

It was odd to hear him speak and not be repulsed by every word, but there was something in his voice that made it sound so sincere. He really never had the thought in his head that he would even get close to kissing, let alone sleeping with a girl, and yet it had all happened so quickly. His quick little ‘thank you’ wouldn’t seem all that honest to some, but after the time you had spent with him in that dirty basement, making him feel the way he never thought a woman would want to make him feel, you could tell he was being truthful with every word.

“Don’t mention it.” You said with a smile, holding back a chuckle to keep from choking on the smoke as you exhaled and handed the joint back to Bill.

“So am I like… your boyfriend now, or something?” He asked before placing it back between his lips.

“No.” You said with a laugh, finally looking up at him as he tapped the end of the joint into the ashtray, and oddly enough he looked quite good with his messy hair and the smoke billowing from his lips, “You are not my boyfriend.” You could see in his eyes that he was a bit hurt at your bluntness, but you smirked up to him as you took the joint from between his fingers and brought it back to your lips, “But, that did remind me of the little favor you owe me after doing all that for you.”

“Oh yeah, that.” He chuckled and looked down at you, “What do you want? I’m willing to be generous too, especially after how good it felt….”

“Oh thank you,” You rolled your eyes with a scoff and took one more puff before passing the joint back to him, “how kind.”

Bill shrugged with a smirk, blowing the smoke past his lips, “It’s the least I can do for you after doing all that porn star shit for me.”

Even after all your done for him, he just couldn’t help but go right back to his insufferable self immediately after. But, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t expect it. His type doesn’t change, unless given the right circumstances.

“For starters, you could be nice to me.” You inched yourself to sit up a bit more to look at him directly. “That would be nice, especially after all I did for you.”

Bill took another drag from the joint between his fingers before handing it back to you, blowing the smoke the other direction before turning his attention to you. It’s nearly impossible to try and ignore a naked girl asking for your attention.

“Alright.” He shrugged, “I could try it.”

“Thank you for trying,” You said with a laugh, taking a quick puff from the joint, “I’d like an apology first.”

“An apology?” He asked with a confused look on his face, lips curled like he wanted to laugh at the mere mention of an apology from him, “For what?”

“For what?” You scoffed, taking another quick puff and preparing yourself for the storm you were about to send his way, “I’ve had to go around you for the last few weeks and act like you didn’t piss me off because I was on the clock. I’ve had to ignore your gross comments and weird stares, I’ve had to ignore your incessant bothering during the times where I’m supposed to be teaching your sister, I’ve had to ignore the fact that every time I’ve been here you’ve caused me to leave with the worst taste in my mouth about you, and I just had sex with you. So I’d like an apology for the way you’ve treated me.” You offered the last hit of the joint to him, and watched him closely for a reaction.

Bill sat there silently for a moment, taking in every word you had just said as he took the last puff of the joint before asking it into the little ashtray on the side table.

You were right. He would go out of his way to annoy you, to make you feel like no matter what he could have his eyes on you while you were there because that’s all you were there for. For him to ogle and smirk at because you had to be there, for him to try and do whatever he could to get a reaction from you because at least then you had to interact with him. He was irritating and he was a slob and yet still, you had sex with him. You at the very least deserved an apology.

“You’re right.” He said plainly, looking down at you, “I shouldn’t have treated you like that, you didn’t deserve it. I’m sorry.”

It was nice to finally hear those honest words leave his lips, and you smiled up at him, thankful that he at least had the decency to understand the importance of it to you. Wether he wanted to apologize or not, he still did it, and he didn’t listen to anyone but himself. You must’ve put quite the spell on him.

“Thank you.” You leaned in close to him and gently kissed his lips, catching him blush as you pulled away, “And, since you were so nice about it, I think I have an offer you may like.”

“Yeah?” He asked with a smirk, his arm moving back around your shoulder to pull you in close, “Let’s hear it.”

“Well…” You smiled, looking away from him as your cheeks went red, trying hard to hide your flustered state, “If you keep being nice to me, I’ll keep having sex with you.”

“Really?” Bill asked with a smile, shocked you would even consider doing something like that again with him, but happy nonetheless, “Oh, baby, I’ll do whatever the fuck you tell me to do…”

He leaned over you again and pushed his lips to yours, holding your hip and pulling your body into his. You smiled against him but quickly moved your hand up into his hair and pulled him back,

“Not now!” You giggled, “I’m not going to make it that easy for you.”

“Sorry,” Bill laughed, pulling himself away but still keeping you close, “Then when’s the next time we can do this?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, “I’m back again next week, and if you can make a few changes by then I wouldn’t mind seeing your room~” You smiled, your fingers gently playing with the ends of his hair.

“I can do that.” Bill smiled, his cheeks still lightly tinted pink, “What kind of changes are we talking about?”

“Well, since you asked…” You smiled to yourself, ready to list off every little thing you could just to see if he could do it in only a weeks time, but even doing half would be enough for you. It would show at the very least that he was trying. “You could clean a little more, and that includes yourself. And you could stop eating all this junk and locking yourself away down here or in your bedroom like a hermit, I’m sure sunlight would do you some good. And maybe if you didn’t spend all your money, or your moms money, on all your comics and shit you might be able to afford a car. Or if you got a job-“

“Ok! I get it!” He shouted, not prepared to hear you list off item after item, “So I’ll just stop being me.”

“Hold on, I didn’t say that.” You looked back up to him and met his eyes through the black frames resting on his nose, “I’m not saying change every little thing about yourself, I’m just expecting you to act your age. I want to hear more about you, and I’d like for you to tell me about all the stuff you like, as long as you’re willing to hear about all the things I like. But, you need to start taking some responsibility.”

Bill nodded along as he listened, and though having to change his norms was something he considered only a second to torture, he was willing to do it. For you. Just as long as you kept up your end.

“Ok. I can try.” He said with a slight smile.

You couldn’t help but smile back and leaned your body up, giving him a quick but tender kiss before laying yourself back down onto his arms, “So, uh… How do I start?” Bill asked.

You nuzzled more into his body, his warmth and the scent of his natural musk helped soothe your body further as you relaxed into him,

“For now? Just hold me…”

“I can do that.” He said with a smile, allowing you a bit more space as his hand slowly moved up and down your shoulder.

You could feel him resting his head against yours, and you smiled as you felt his lips softly press to your forehead. As you lay there enjoying the moment, one last thought popped back into your head.

“Bill?” You asked him, not moving from your place at his body. He answered back with a quiet ‘hm?’ before you sat up and looked to him, your eyebrows furrowed, “Why did you have my wallet?”

#eltingville club #the eltingville club #bill dickey smut #bill dickey x y/n #bill dickey x reader #bill dickey fanfic #bill the eltingville club #bill dickey x you #eltingville bill #bill dickey x fem reader #bill dickey fanfiction #bill dickey fluff #bill dickey x yn #bill dickey

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cafeacademia · 2 years ago

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The Cafe Is Open || Requests Are Open!

Please just note that I will not write anything about parenthood, children, babies, breeding kink or cheating.

Fluff, hurt/comfort, angst and smut prompts below!! Please make sure you tell me which category you are choosing from! Please only request smut prompts if you are 18+.

Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort prompts:

Picnic together

Visit the forest together

He walks/drives you home from work

Candlelit dinner

Gardening together

You call him when you’re afraid and he protects you

You “borrow” his jumper

Slow morning together

Sending each other letters

He leans in to hear you better when you’re shy and he knows it makes you even more shy

He flirts with you because he likes to get you all flustered

He holds your hand when you’re anxious/afraid

Forbidden romance

He keeps asking for your book recs but they aren’t his type of genre AT ALL but he still asks as an excuse to talk to you

You climb into his lap when you’re tired/afraid and it surprises him and he has NO IDEA what to do

You leave cute notes for each other

Neighbours to lovers

Roommates to lovers

Short!Reader needs help getting stuff from high up and he’s more than willing to help

Movie night

Housewife!Reader

He accidentally loses his temper with you/hurts your feelings and has to resolve his own mistake after realising how much he fucked up

Buys you stuffies as a surprise

He’s the first one you call in an emergency

He wants to ask you out but he doesn’t know how so he asks you advice for asking another girl out and you’re secretly sad that you’re not her (spoiler alert, you are her)

One of you starts to avoid the other when you realise that you’ve fallen in love

One of you thinks the other has feelings for someone else

Smut prompts - I think most of these can be used in a regular soft or dark/dubcon scenario:

BDSM (can include anything you like, including any kinks or other prompts)

Dark smut (feel free to pair this with kinks or other prompts with this)

Daddy kink

Roleplay

Innocent/naive!Reader

Corruption kink

Size kink

Overstimulation

Toys (please specify)

Threesome

Semi public “might get caught” trope

Only one bed

He makes you read poetry out loud while he pleasures you

One of you walks in on the other touching themselves

Jealousy/possessive sex

Candlelit sex

Putting his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet

Touching you in public

Whispering the most sinful things to you while he takes you

Claiming/cum marking

Intense makeout session

Fingering

Sex pollen/intense aphrodisiac/love or lust potion

Dubcon

Age gap

Bad boy x good girl

Uniform

Tagging some friends/mutuals/followers who might be interested (but please don't feel like you have to request anything!):

@mattmurdocksscars @megantje123 @reidsbookclub @scaramood @hallecarey1 @spencersbookshelf

#requests are open #matt murdock x reader #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis gaunt x reader #spencer reid x reader

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autumnalwalker · 2 years ago

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Writeblr Intro v3

Updating the pinned intro now that it's been a year and my (now previously) main WIP is complete as it's going to be.

Me:

I write as a hobby. It's something I do for fun and first and foremost for myself. But if other people happen to actually like what I write, that's pretty cool too.

I try to keep this main blog primarily writing-focused. I've set up the side-blog @traversedmiscellany for reblogging/posting any other random stuff that happens to catch my interest.

I tend to prefer to keep my online and offline lives separate so I rarely say much about personal details aside from what inevitably winds up leaking into talking about my writing.

I am open to tag games and ask games. Or just general writing-related asks.

If anyone would like to be added to a tag list (whether for WIP updates or tag games), please feel free to send me a message or reply to this post, specifying what you want to be on the tag list for.

My WIPs:

Completed (Is it still a "WIP" at this point? Either way, it's fully online and available to read for free.):

The Archivist's Journal:

A slice-of-life story about waking up on a fantasy tropical island told over the course of a year in the form of daily journal updates. Mostly fairly chill, just living life one day at a time, but with some occasional angst, social anxiety, and supernatural spookiness.

The whole story (just over 330,000 words) is posted on my side blog @thearchivistsjournal. Or if you want to read from the beginning, here's the chronological posting. Or if you prefer to read in a format other than Tumblr posts, it's mirrored over on my ScribbleHub.

Also, here's the post I made when the project was completed for some more meta background on it and what I mean when I call it "complete."

I may eventually make additional scattered journal entries as a sort of periodic epilogue, but Day 380 should be considered the end of the "main story," so to speak.

Ongoing:

Empty Names:

My current main project. Also freely available to read in full as chapters go up.

A bit of an episodic urban fantasy moster-of-the-week sort of deal that's mostly an excuse to have a cast of OCs that I like interact with eachother. The basic premise is a world-hopping adventurer attempts to set up a sword-and-sorcery style adventurer's guild in a modern world where "adventurer" isn't considered a legitimate profession. Has what I suppose one might call "genre-typical violence" with fighting monsters and such, and individual chapters are tagged with more specific content warnings where necessary.

Here's the masterpost for it with links to chapters and to several standalone side stories set in the same world/setting.

I'm much more casual with my update schedule on this project, but it seems to be coming out to posting weekly chapter updates for a month or two at a time and then taking a month or two off from posting while I rebuild my buffer queue for the next batch of chapters.

Also, while it's not exactly a focus, the five characters of the core cast are all some flavor or another of LGBTA+, if that's a selling point for you.

The Witches' Testaments:

A prequel to the currently-hiatused "Solarpunk Witch Story" below that I wrote the loose framework and beginnings of in a sudden fit of inspiration that I may return to sporadically.

The idea was to focus a bit more on the "punk" side of Solarpunk and paint a picture of the effort and rebellion that went into how that world transitioned from Cyberpunk dystopia to Solarpunk... well, not utopia exactly, but something better than it was and striving toward that dream.

And because that sort of thing is bigger than any one person and I had multiple worldbuilding concepts I wanted to touch on, I landed on the idea of writing it in the form of a series of interviews with various characters who lived through that period of change.

Here's the masterpost for it.

Indefinite Hiatus:

Untitled Solarpunk Witch Story:

A project that I absolutely intend to return to one day once Empty Names is finished, but that's going to be a good long while yet.

The story of a freshly-minted "witch" and her AI familiar traveling from town to town in an ecologically-recovering post-capitalism future, providing highly-specialized tech support and environmental consulting wrapped up in enough mysticism and aesthetics to blur the line between what's purely technology and what might possibly be some kind of magic. I only ever wrote a prologue and five chapters worth of an initial arc/town/problem to solve, but I liked what I wrote well enough to share all that online. Ultimately this project going on hold was a matter of it being one project too many for me to handle simultaneously on the time combined with a desire to get more experience at traditional prose writing (as opposed to the epistolary format of The Archivist's Journal) so that I could better do the concept justice when I do one day revisit it.

In the meantime, those initial rough chapter drafts are all up online here: Solarpunk Witch Masterpost

Miscellaneous other writing:

On most Thursdays I'll post small (couple hundred words at most) pieces based on various interesting dreams that I've had. Being based on dreams, the content is a mixed bag. Those are tagged under #my dreams. These now have a compilation Masterpost that I'll do my best to keep updated.

Alternatively, if you just want to browse semi-random excerpts and snippets from the above works, I post a lot of that under #tag game.

Some Standalone Short Stories:

(Stories that were either written to be standalone pieces, or appear within something else but worked well enough by themselves that I gave them their own separate posts.)

The Tale of the Merchant and the Blacksmith's Daughter: A sapphic fairy tale (and, in retrospect after writing, possible trans allegory).

The Melts: An attempt to shift what would normally be body horror into the genre of slice-of-life. "What if your body slowly melting over the course of the day were treated as no more serious than the common cold and you still had to go to work?"

Kindly Basilisk: A human mech pilot who wants to be a machine, an AI who wants to be human, and the relationship they form.

#writeblr intro #writers #writers of tumblr #writeblr #creative writing #writeblr community #masterpost #my writing

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melodraca · 6 months ago

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~ Introduction Post ~

(Via: Outofcontextanimash)

Hello there, and welcome to my blog! My name is Gabriel, and I've been on this site for way too long

Mutuals, new followers, etc. feel free to reply to this post and tell me about yourself, infodump, talk about ocs, etc. I'm always happy to chat!

One like on this post = one high-five

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Don't forget to kiss the mezuzah on your way in!

(Via: Frankfontainecalloutpost)

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Check out the links below to see my about, and to find me on other sites!

About Me

Linktr.ee

DeviantArt

Art Fight

Toyhou.se

Flight Rising

Twitter

Warriors Sideblog

(Mobile-friendly "About Me" under the cut)

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ABOUT

Hello, I’m Gabe! I’m a queer, Jewish hobbyist artist/writer with a ceaseless obsession for character creation. I’m a trans man, and I exclusively use he/him pronouns :)

I live in Canada with my roommate/best friend/RP partner/guy I bother, and my rancid little budgie Genji, whom I love terribly. I have a nasty habit of creating tons of characters and then never doing anything with them, kind of like a dead-beat father

Outside of art and character creation, I love dragons, video games, hiking, literature, film, paleontology, and animals/zoology. I’m currently in university, double majoring in English and biology!

Autism/ADHD/OCD/anxiety and physically disabled as well. I’m terrible at messaging people first, but I am always delighted to get messages <3 I’m awkward, but I love chatting. Also feel free to ask me to tag things!

On testosterone since July 25th, 2015

Post top surgery since October 26th, 2017

Post hysterectomy since August 6th, 2020

Currently on the wait-list for phalloplasty!

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HEADS-UP

This isn’t really a DNI or a BYF, but more of a heads-up about the kind of content I reblog and my general takes on things. I don’t engage in discourse on here, like ever, but I figured I should include this anyway

This is probably a given, but I block conservatives/terfs/bigots/etc. on sight

I identify as queer and I use the (reclaimed) f-slur pretty frequently. I don’t tag reclaimed slurs

I do tag triggers as thoroughly as I can (nsfw/nsft, blood, transphobia, etc.) Please let me know if I ever forget to tag a trigger!

On that note, I’m an adult, and I frequently reblog/discuss things with mature themes (mostly jokes tbh). I also swear a lot. This isn’t an nsfw blog or anything, but y'know

I’m a furry, and I reblog (sfw) furry art. I may be cringe, but at least I’m free :3

I love the horror genre, and I sometimes reblog horror stuff. I tag anything with blood, gore, injuries, or body horror, but I don’t ever reblog legitimate/intense gore

My general political take on things is that every human deserves basic human rights, and violence or bigotry of any kind (transphobia, racism, antisemitism, ableism, misogyny, homophobia, etc. etc. etc.) is bad, actually

For my own mental health, I don’t answer inflammatory asks, or asks about topics I’m not comfortable with

Ask games are totally okay! I don’t really do “send this to 5 other people” type ask games, but I appreciate the sentiment nonetheless ^_^

Oh yeah. I should mention that I love MCYT (Minecraft YouTube), specifically Hermitcraft and the LifeSMP, and I post about it a lot, including shipping content. I feel like I need to clarify that I’m shipping the characters, not the Real Human Guys playing them. This is a super minor note, but like, y'know, just in case

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INTERESTS

Feel free to check out my top tags to see the topics and fandoms I enjoy! I’m trying to tag things more comprehensively, but sometimes I forget so please, like, bear with me <3 I frequently post…

Animals (birds, dogs, bugs, etc.)

Dragons :D

Photography and nature

Paleontology and biology

OCs and art

Jewish stuff

Whatever I find funny or interesting on my dash

Posts that give me an excuse to info-dump or ramble

Occasionally politics/social justice/current events

In terms of fandom, some of my favourite things are…

The Magnus Archives/Protocol

Minecraft and MCYT (Third Life / Hermitcraft mostly)

Pokemon

Fallout

The Elder Scrolls

Flight Rising

Breaking Bad / Better Call Saul

Dungeon Meshi

Severance

Baldur’s Gate 3

Fullmetal Alchemist

Jurassic Park/World

Nope (2022)

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Invincible

Fire Emblem (mostly Three Houses)

Infinity Train

Steven Universe

Definitely more I’m forgetting right now

#yea it was about time I made an intro post #anyway look at my links >:)#gabeposting #gif warning

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newhologram · 8 months ago

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1RKO/Hatsu KO Gachi (First KO Win)- Sheena Ringo & NOCCHi lyrics and translation

ᵁˢᵘᵃˡ ᵈᶦˢᶜˡᵃᶦᵐᵉʳ: ᴵ’ᵐ ᵃ ᴶᴾ ˢᵗᵘᵈᵉⁿᵗ, ⁿᵒᵗ ᶠˡᵘᵉⁿᵗ, ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿᶦⁿᵍ. ᴵ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵗʳʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ ˡᶦᵗᵉʳᵃˡ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢˡᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᶦᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˢᵗᵃˡᵉ. ᴵᵗ’ˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶦᵐᵖᵒʳᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵍᶦᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃ ᵇᵒʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵈᶦʳᵉᶜᵗ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢˡᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ. Finally! The collab that has had us screaming since its release. There's so much to say about it. Fans have long been wondering (and wishing) that Perfume's members would branch out and do other things. Because as much as we love Yasutaka Nakata's work as their producer, the truth is that he keeps them pretty limited during recording sessions to make it easier to tweak vocals for the electro/techno genre they're known for. They're each incredibly talented singers but they hardly get to actually show it as Perfume. Nocchi in particular seems to get her solo parts in songs cut more than anyone, which is a shame. So for this collab, Sheena Ringo wanted her to let loose for once. Get angry, shout, punch, jab. It's the perfect song and video to showcase all that pent up energy she must be holding on to after 20 years. And she really did KO us with it, because damn. It's so wild to hear and see this edgier side of her and I love it. Congrats to Nocchi on an amazing job! Now please, I wanna see Kashiyuka do a haunting mermaid music video (LOVE her snorkeling posts on IG) and maybe A~chan can do a heartbreaking love ballad. Wishful thinking :p Full fansub here Preview here Gifsets will be in my gifs tag More translations ⭐Like my J-Pop translations? Donate to my ko-fi or become a Patron.

Translation, romaji, and kana below 🥊💥💪🥊💥💪

My mind and body are untapped in every aspect Brain and spine all brand-new and unopened Not even a single blow taken Even the cheapest shot swiftly blocked Ever since I was born, no matter how much I ate and ate, it was always delicious Three cups of rice wolfed down in one sitting Thanks to double the metabolism “I wanna get stronger, I wanna get faster” Such desires closely guarded Starting today, can I shed it all, strip myself bare, and feel a little proud? Mentally and physically, I’ve got no worries Brain specs all praised yet unglorified Not even a single blow of hot air spoken, nothing spoiled Not even a single flame war lost Comfort is warmer than boredom What a waste I’ve got no choice but to admit Whenever, wherever, I’ve been in a deep sleep Suspended in parasympathetic nervous system dominance I charged up 100 Percent Life “I wanna get thicker, I wanna get heavier” Give me the impact that works on anyone Just once, let me strike I wanna feel alive Fight! If the enemy gets wise to it Oh well, I’ll let loose Hitting the hidden shoulder with my right fist A goofy stance on the left (One) Jab! (Two) Jab! (Three) Jab! (Four) Straight? Right I’ll refrain from making excuses ‘Cause I only need one title in this life In this state, am I an energy conservation expert at best? No! No matter how many times I stand at the scene I realize I wanna be beaten to a pulp to the point where I’m dog-tired Ah, a critical hit! Such a precious opportunity Whether I stab or get stabbed it’s all the same if my longing is satisfied I wanna see you give it your all! I’ve still gotta set myself free and feel how my life force trembles with pleasure I wanna indulge more Whatever happens, I’m good Right now, I just wanna shake loose It’s proof that I’m alive Without being fooled I’m dancin’ My heart’s electrified My first KO win 🥊💥💪🥊💥💪

tende tsukatteinai seishin-men nikutai-men nouzuimen ni itatte all shinpin mi kaifuu tende moratteinai kensei ippatsu sae mo sendou ippatsu sae mo saitan de mimattan sai umarete kara zutto tabete mo tabete mo oishikatta san-gou taite ikkai de issai nakusu kiso taisha nara heikin no bai "tsuyoku naritai, hayaku naritai" shinobaseshi kono ganbouyo kyou kara nuide haide sukoshi PURAUDO shite ii desu ka nan mo tsukandeinai seishin-men nikutai-men nouzuimen no SUPEKKU all zessan mi kakunin nan mo itandeinai zeigen ippatsu sae mo enjou ippatsu sae mo nai nante oen yo taikutsu sa yori kaiteki sa koso ga nuruin da wa mottainai wa mitomezaru wo ennou itsu demo doko demo jukusui shiteita fuku koukanshinkei yuuidatta aida hyaku percent tamekittatta RAIFU "futoku naritai, omoku naritai" dare ni demo kiku iryoku wo choudai tada iza toiu isshun tsuite sukatto shitai desu Fight senpou ga kan tsuicha shaanai dasu ka kakushi toushiteita okugawa no kata wo touhou migi butta hidari de shita GUUFI SUTANSU (One) JABBU (Two) JABBU (Three) JABBU (Four) SUTOREETO? Right menzai fu nanzo wa enryo shimasu batten shougai tatta hitotsu shougou ga iru n desu genjou wa seizei shouene meijin desu ka No nan-ben datte genba he tatte omoishitte mettauchi ni sura atte shousui shitai hodo aa kaishin no ichigeki sonna kichouna ori ni wa sashitatte sasaretatte onaji desu sou honmou honki ga mitai! mada jibun wo tokihanateru kaikan tsuranuki touru inochi ga furueru motto fuketteitai dou nattatte kekkou tatta ima yurashitai no ikiteiru akashiyo odorasarezu odotteiru shibireteiru shin'nozou hatsu KO gachi

🥊💥💪🥊💥💪 てんで使っていない精神面肉体面脳髄面にいたって all 新品未開封てんで貰っていない牽制一発さえも扇動一発さえも最短で見舞ったんさい生まれてからずっと食べても食べてもおいしかった三合炊いて一回で一切無くす基礎代謝なら平均の倍「強くなりたい速くなりたい」忍ばせしこの願望よ今日から脱いで剥いで少しプラウドしていいですかなんも悩んでいない精神面肉体面脳髄面のスペック all 絶賛未確認なんも傷んでいない贅言一発さえも炎上一発さえもないなんて負えんよ退屈さより快適さこそが温いんだわもったいないわ認めざるを得んのういつでもどこでも熟睡していた副交感神経優位だった間百 percent 溜め切ったったライフ「太くなりたい重くなりたい」誰にでも効く威力を頂戴ただいざという一瞬突いてスカッとしたいです Fight 先方が勘付いちゃしゃあない出すか隠し通していた奥側の肩を当方右ぶった左でしたグーフィスタンス (One) ジャブ (Two) ジャブ (Three) ジャブ (Four) ストレート？ Right 免罪符なんぞは遠慮しますばってん生涯たった一つ称号が要るんです現状はせいぜい省エネ名人ですか No 何遍だって現場へ立って思い知って滅多打ちにすら遭って憔悴したいほどあぁ会心の一撃そんな貴重な折りには刺したって刺されたって同じですそう本望本気が観たい！まだ自分を解き放てる快感貫き通る命が震えるもっと耽っていたいどうなったって結構たったいま揺らしたいの生きている証よ踊らされず踊っている痺れている心の臓初KO勝ち

#1RKO #hatsu KO gachi #nocchi #sheena ringo #japanese translation

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horanghaejamjam · 2 years ago

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Daechwita: Teaser

“You know the king is lying to you right? You can’t even imagine the terrible things he does outside those locked doors.”

“The world is too harsh for an innocent flower like you. All I want is to keep you safe.”

“I love you so much but why do I feel you are lying to me?”

“You need to choose, me or him?”

“I choose...”

Summary: You were the kings precious little secret, the only thing that made such a tyrant feel human. That is why he kept you locked away, afraid of what would happen should you see anything beyond the palace walls. Unfortunately for him, his worst fear was personified in the young servant boy who was determined to show you the truth.

Pairings: King Yoongi x Consort reader, Servant Jungkook x Consort reader.

Genres: Angst, Fluff

Special Notes: Three (possibly four) part historical au story, featuring a love triangle but not a poly relationship. You get to choose whether you end up with Yoongi or Jungkook in the end. Slight choose your own adventure.

Warnings: Mentions of torture and death, slightly toxic relationship dynamics, a lot of feels.

Part 1 release date: September 21st, 2022. To be tagged when Daechwita is released please comment below or message me.

Teaser:

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” The kings eyes were dark and Jungkook was sure that if this was any other circumstance his head would be at the end of a blade by now. Yet the fates had aligned in his favor and he knew there was nothing Yoongi could do to him, not unless he wanted to risk you seeing. The king was a cruel and heartless man, but he would be caught dead before he ever let you see that side of him, that much was clear. Jungkook had to bite his lip to keep from smirking at the thought, knowing better than to test his luck.

“What do you mean your majesty?” he feigned ignorance, “I was simply making my way to the courtyard to finish my duties for the day.” There was no way Yoongi believed him but whether he did or not didn’t matter. Jungkook was merely making an excuse and using it to taunt the ruler, playing with his possessive nature like it was a ball being kicked around the garden. Maybe, just maybe, he could push the king to snap just as you turned around to see what was taking them too long. Wishful thinking for sure but a nice thought to humor, the sweet victory of tearing down a tyrant in front of his one and only love. It was clear he was having an effect though as he watched the kings jaw tighten.

“You think you’re funny don’t you?” Yoongi hissed, “you’re lucky I’m in a good mood today you brat. Get out of my sight before I change my mind, and I swear if I see you near the Royal Consort one more time I will make your life a living hell, understand?” Jungkook chuckled to himself but quickly regained his composure, nodding and bowing with a sly smile.

“Good evening my lord,” Jungkook muttered sarcastically before turning on his heel and walking away before the king was able to process his attitude. Yoongi watched him walk away and shook his head with a huff before composing himself and returning to your side. He had wasted enough time dealing with that annoying servant and was ready to relax in your gentle embrace and forget the world. Though the nagging fear in the back of his mind was not going to leave him alone until he properly dealt with the hurdle that was Jeon Jungkook.

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dustofthedailylife · 2 years ago

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Welcome to my first-ever writing collab event! I’m really excited and hope to welcome as many Genshin writers as possible. Everyone is welcome to participate!

Winter is rapidly approaching here and so is Christmas. And with it, it brings the most comfortable and cozy holiday season for me. Therefore I’d like all of us to come together to celebrate it with the most sickenly-sweet and cavity-inducing fluff we can come up with.

✦ Event Status: ENDED ✦ Deadline for join-requests: December 20, 2022 ✦ Deadline for fic posts: December 25, 2022

✦ Event Masterlist → this way! ♡

✦ — 「INSTRUCTIONS」

Please make sure you’ve read the Guidelines for the event.

Send me an ask stating that you’d like to participate in the event and which characters and prompts you intend to write for.

Example: “Hi Dust, I want to participate in your Winter Wonderland Collab for [character(s)] and with [optional prompt(s)]”)

Reblog this post once you're in, please! ♡

✦ — 「GUIDELINES & RULES」

The fics should only be SFW, Genshin Men x Reader. Slight suggestiveness however is also okay as long as you tag it accordingly. NSFW is not allowed.

Genre: Fluff. Make your readers kick their feet and bite their pillows because they can’t handle the cuteness.

The fics should be at least 500 words; there is no maximum number of words.

There is no limit on how many characters you want to include in your post.

You may write/post up to three individual posts for the event.

You are not allowed to write for the child/minor characters if the fic is romantic; do not age them up either.

It’s optional for you to use up to 5 prompts from the prompt list below. You may also alter or combine them.

The format can be headcanons, drabbles, one-shots etc.; you choose.

The deadline only concerns posting so make sure to have posted it before December 25. You can post it at any time from now until then.

When you post your fic make sure to tag me and use the hashtag #dust winter wonderland so I can add it to the event masterlist.

Please reblog this post as an acknowledgment if you participate.

I’d prefer if there is no backing out once you’re in unless of course there is a valid reason/emergency on your end.

Make sure to tag the contents of your fic accordingly so readers know what to expect (e.g. trigger warnings, quest spoilers, etc.)

If you want to change your prompt or your characters after being added to the event, please send me an ask so I can alter it on the masterlist.

Any further questions or interest in participating? Hit me up with an ask! 💕[Prompt-List below the cut.]

✦ — 「PROMPTS」

"I think the power just went out.”

“This is best gift I have ever received in my entire life."

“I guess we’re stuck here until the snowstorm dies down.”

“So, are you going to be my Christmas present?”

“Come on! Help me decorate [the tree/the house/etc.]!”

“It’s our first holiday together.”

“You look adorable covered in snow.”

“The snow got everywhere and now it’s melted and I’m soaking, uuugh”

“Did you put the mistletoe here just so you had an excuse to kiss me?”

“Hey, look up…mistletoe.”

“Come under the blanket! I’m freezing!”

“Mhhh, smells good, what are you making?”

“Have you been naughty or nice this year?”

“Cuddles? Please?”

“You spent how much on decorations?”

“Are you cold? Here, take my [clothing article].”

“All I want for Christmas is you”

“I'm hoping Yule come with me to make some wreaths and decorate." - "I suppose that depends on if you intend to keep making these terrible puns."

“Oh, how convenient, there is a mistletoe above us.”

“Stop moving! I’m trying to get warm!”

“Cookies? Oooh, are they for me?”

"You smiled! I saw it, so no denying it."

"Everyone should dance amidst the falling snowflakes at least once in their lives."

“I even put some extra mini marshmallows in your hot cocoa.”

"You're definitely the only person I would do this for."

✦ — 「PARTICIPANTS」

@teyvattales || @silentmoths || @intothegenshinworld || @actiniumwrites || @dottorearchive || @hiraya-rawr || @thcma

#dust winter wonderland #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin fanfiction #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin drabbles #genshin headcanons #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin x y/n #genshin x female reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin event #genshin writing

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anime-nymph · 3 years ago

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About this collab

↳ There are many reasons I’m putting this collab together. I hit another milestone (4.7k), I’m taking a hiatus soon so I can comfortably work on my many upcoming series, I want more spicy series to read... the list goes on. Please take a look below!

Theme — Series

↳ Writers: Have you had a series idea waiting in the wings that you need an excuse to finally begin, or are you already writing a series? Maybe you even started one a ways back and took a break, but you think it’s time to pick it up again. Well alright then.

Rules

i. You must of course be 18+ to participate and your age must be easily visible somewhere on your blog.

ii. As my blog is 18+ with a majority focus on N-SFW/DC content in what I write and read, I am limiting entries to those categories.

With that said, nothing is off limits (except the obvious no pedophilia/bestiality) but you must make sure everything is tagged correctly!

iii. One entry per person/blog.

iv. Preferred Fandoms are AoT, BNHA, HQ, and JJK, but if you have an idea or existing series for another fandom, I will include an “Others” category.

v. Art/Fanart is still acceptable if that's your creation of choice! Just like any other series, if you have or are planning 3 parts or more, you're welcome to join.

vi. There will be no limit on character entries, so whoever you want to write for is accessible!

vii. To enter, send in an ask with the below included. Please state writing or art!

Fandom

Character x [type]!reader (OC's welcome!)

Genre (n-sfw/dc)

Main theme(s)

And (if you have it) a title & short summary/synopsis, if not a TBA will be noted. Try to keep it in the 100 word range.

viii. Upcoming and ongoing series only!

ix. Reblog the collab post after acceptance!

x. Since series are a little more in depth, if at any point you need to change or add any details to the masterlist, just dm me and I'll be happy to do so!

xi. The whole series does not need to be completed before tagging the collab! A single chapter submission is enough!

xii. There is no due date! But for those of you who need structure, let's say June 31st. Simply tag me in your first/next work and use #onceuponatimecollab in the tags.

▪︎ Submissions will be linked over the series title which will be bolded ▪︎ If you have/will have a masterlist, those will be linked and clearly indicated if you would like ▪︎

AoT

↳ @erenyaygirl writing ▪︎ Eren x f!reader ▪︎ One Day the Only Butterflies Left ▪︎ nsfw ▪︎ apocalypse, themes of life and death ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ Year: 2,854. Following the destruction of the walls, (833) years and after this present day. At the precipice of autumn, y/n sets out on a seasonal foraging and fishing trip only to get lost. Their predicament does not go unnoticed by the local mountain spirit.

↳ @tinydiors writing ▪︎ Levi x f!reader; Zeke x f!reader ▪︎ Strangers Stay Buried ▪︎ nsfw/dc ▪︎ undercover, enemies to lovers, romance, betrayal ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ After four of the nine titans were sent to paradis, the island of the devils, and never returned, commander magath decides to send you, one of their highest ranking strategists and researchers, to infiltrate the scouts regiment and eldian forces to uncover the truth behind their motives. Hellbent on taking down king fritz' reign of terror, you have no trouble infiltrating their military, their homes, their lives to bring an end to the titans, once and for all. But you never expected one dark haired man, armed with two blades at his sides, to make your job so difficult, nor to steal your heart.

BNHA

↳ @anime-nymph writing ▪︎ Pro Hero!Bakugou x f!reader ▪︎ Guilty as Charged ▪︎ nsfw/dc ▪︎ unplanned romance, angst, manipulation/betrayal ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ Your life has never been easy. After the death of your parents, you’ve been left to take care of your little sister all on your own. You did everything in your power to protect her. There's nothing easy about being a kid, and nothing harder than keeping a couple of kids off the streets. There were things you had to do, things you had to sacrifice. Some things you wish you could take back. Years down the road, your sister is grown up and starting college. Many things are different now, but one thing will never change: you’re still going to do whatever you can to keep her safe, to make sure she lives the happy life she deserves. But when the demons you sold your soul to come back and threaten to destroy the one thing you wish to protect, will you remain the victim? Or become the villain in order to keep her safe?

↳ @tomurasprincess writing ▪︎ Shigaraki x f!reader ▪︎ Kalopsia ▪︎ nsfw/dc ▪︎ Stockholm, Pregnancy ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ Kalopsia [kā lō p sēa] Noun: Delusion where things appear more beautiful than they really are.

↳ @meiansmistress writing ▪︎ Ceo!Meian x f!reader ▪︎ TBA ▪︎ nsfw ▪︎ dom/sub dynamics ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ 50 Shades retelling

↳ @tetsurousharlot writing ▪︎ Kuroo x f!reader; Daishou x f!reader ▪︎ Playing Fiction ▪︎ nsfw ▪︎ angst, romance and betrayal ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ Falling in love with an older man wasn’t always the easiest option so when you sense things aren’t working out in your favor, you stray to another; but your heart still isn’t satisfied. It knows who it belongs to. Whether you call it fate or destiny—the universe steps in with a tiny miracle to save the relationship you were always meant to be in.

↳ @sweetsbysatori writing ▪︎ Kageyama x reader ▪︎ Kageyama Tobio vs the World ▪︎ nsfw ▪︎ love octagram ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ Everyone's got baggage—hell, so does Kageyama. But when your evil exes come marching back into your life, Tobio is forced to fight and defeat them all if he wants to continue to date you. (Based on Scott Pilgrim)

↳ @mxonigirimiya writing ▪︎ Kuroo x Black!f!reader ▪︎ Title TBA ▪︎ nsfw ▪︎ themes TBA ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ Sugar daddy au

JJK

↳ @tetsukentona writing ▪︎ Nanami x f!reader ▪︎ No Body, No Crime ▪︎ nsfw/dc ▪︎ Detective/PI AU, Crime, Suspense, Slowburn, angst ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ Kento Nanami’s a renowned private investigator in Japan, who’s known to deal with cases that deal with paranormal activity or what’s known to him as “cursed energy.” When Ijichi, the assistant manager of his PI firm gets a call to look into another case, Kento recognizes that this case was earlier declared an open-and-shut case by (F/N) (L/N), another renowned PI who was known to have solved cases within days of receiving them. Initially irked with her methods of solving the cases, especially since she’s not like him, he decides that he has to approach her for help, else this will remain a cold case yet to be solved. As time passes by, secrets slowly unravel, the distance between them decreases, and the outcome would come out as a surprise to them. (Based on a Taylor Swift Song with the same name.)

↳ @touyasghosty writing ▪︎ Toji x f!reader ▪︎ Atlantis ▪︎ nsfw ▪︎ forbidden love, angst ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ You've always been warned not to go messing with the gods. You had always listened until you came face to face with the God of carnal love.

↳ @oneoftheextras writing ▪︎ Toji x f!reader ▪︎ Saints and Sinners ▪︎ nsfw ▪︎ assassin au, slowburn, violence ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ You accept a job from your employer: kill the black haired man with the blue eyes. But when his dad discovers that your plan to take out his son, your new job is to evade the elder Fushiguro as best you can to survive, but he’s as persistent as you are stubborn.

OTHERS

↳ @kxkyuu writing ▪︎ KNY ▪︎ Kyoujuro Rengoku x f!reader ▪︎ Deadly Games We Play ▪︎ nsfw/dc ▪︎ mafia, assassin, seduction ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ You are a top assassin, the best of your class. Skilled with all types of blades and poision, you're hired by Muzan to kill the Rengoku Mafia Family. You target the oldest son, Rengoku Kyoujuro, not knowing that he is the Boss. However after a failed attempt, Kyoujuro takes a liking to you. Thus the game begins to see if you can kill him before he seduces you. Who will win?

↳ @cherrykamado writing ▪︎ KNY ▪︎ Tanjiro Kamado x reader ▪︎ Sweet Like Honey ▪︎ nsfw/dc ▪︎ yandere themes, toxic behavior/relationships ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ "It’s your smell — your honey-like smell. Intoxicating from beginning to end, the first time he breathes it in, he can’t help but get addicted. And now, he doesn’t just yearn for your sweet scent — he craves for you."

↳ @tsukishimas-shortcake writing ▪︎ Tokyo Rev ▪︎ Draken x f!reader ▪︎ Ticket to Happiness ▪︎ nsfw ▪︎ prostitution, violence, angst ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ Walking through the Tokyo red light district at night was anything but peaceful. Fake laughs from working women and salary men chasing pleasure fill the air, along with cigarette smoke that covers the street like a thick fog covers a lake. It may seem relatively harmless for those just passing through, but if you look past the groups of men stumbling out of the bar, the women waving goodbye to the men they’ve entertained for hours while wearing a fraudulent smile, girls handing out fliers to come “eat” at their establishment, you realize patrons getting beaten in back alleys due to late payments on their loans or leaving a visible bruise on a working woman, drug deals, and the like. But you can pay your way out of any pain and suffering you may have to go through here because everything has a price, including the people. Men can be sold for many services, most of which revolve around violence or “protection”, and women can be sold for one thing and one thing only: sex.

↳ @bajiyaki writing ▪︎ Tokyo Rev ▪︎ Mikey x f!reader ▪︎ Your Faithless Love's the Only Hoax I Believe In ▪︎ dc/nsfw ▪︎ themes TBA ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ Mikey was never the overprotective type. He was the baby. The ray of sunshine. He was someone that needed to be taken care of, not the other way around. But after losing so many of his family members and friends, he’s tired of losing people. So when a sudden step-sister emerges from the shadows to watch over his sick grandpa, Mikey vows to do anything to make sure you stay in his life forever.

#onceuponatimecollab #aot x reader #bnha x reader #hq x reader #jjk x reader #attack on titan x reader #my hero academia x reader #haikyuu x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #trying this again

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everyonesfavoritepipecleaner · 4 years ago

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Found

Summary: in which Spencer finds a whole lot more than a book

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2500 on the dot!

Genre: fluff, fluff, fluff ☁️

Content Warning: none!

A/N: this is the first piece of writing I’ve ever released from my drafts and into the light of day and I’m slightly terrified so bear with me!! when I wrote this I was picturing baby Spence, just so awkward in the absolute cutest way where you can’t help but fall in love with him, but there’s nothing that ties it to a specific time in the show

tagging @notanotherreidgirl - finally posting this a whole two days later, yay!

please feel free to let me know your thoughts and feedback! alright, that’s enough from me. I hope you enjoy!!

There are some people who fall in love with strangers they pass on the sidewalk, who take the long way home in search of adventure, who are predisposed to peer through the rough edges of the world in search of the beauty between the cracks.

Spencer Reid has never been the type.

He’s sitting on the metro, heading home after a long day. The team hasn’t been called on a case in almost two weeks, though there’s still the ever-present backlog of paperwork to trudge through. While Spencer normally doesn’t mind the more mundane parts of the job, it’s gotten to the point where even he has to admit he’s ready for a change of pace.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

The question cuts through the noise of the metro and Spencer snaps to attention. He looks around in a split second of confusion before he realizes his satchel is taking up the last empty seat.

“Oh. Oh! No, I’m so sorry,” he apologizes as he scrambles to pull the bag onto his lap. He had been so lost in his own thoughts he didn’t notice the train had grown so crowded.

“No, that’s okay!” you assure him and plop down with a small sigh of relief, resting your own bag on the floor under your seat.

Spencer, who in his flurry of movement had really only looked at your torso and your shoes, casts a curious glance to the side.

He almost wishes he hadn’t, because he’s not prepared for what he sees—sitting next to him is quite possibly the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. Not beautiful in a purely physical way, though he certainly thinks you are, but more so in the way that he can tell you’re wholly, unapologetically yourself. That you’re comfortable with who you are and your place in the world.

You’re a breathtaking, captivating presence, and his typically over-active mind is devoid of all thoughts but these: he wants to say hello, he feels like your paths were supposed to cross, and it doesn’t make any sense that he’s thinking this way about a complete stranger who’s spoken a total of nine words to him. Your mere existence and subsequent proximity to him have caused something to short-circuit in his brain. As he’s trying desperately to work up the courage to introduce himself the train comes to a stop—yours evidently, because just like that, you’re gone.

Disappointment settles hard into his chest. Why can’t he be more confident, more outgoing? It shouldn’t have taken him four stops to decide to strike up a conversation. He stares intently at the spot where you had been, hoping to solidify your presence in his mind, when it catches his eye: the well-worn cover of a book peeking out from below the seat. He thinks it must have slipped from your bag and leans down to grasp it, turning it over gently in his hands to be met with the title. Anna Karenina. Tolstoy.

A smile tugs at his lips as he recalls the story. He’s read it countless times, and judging by the condition of the book, so have you. His heart rate increases at the thought that you have something in common. It increases further still when it crosses his mind that there might be something identifiable in the book…something that could help him return it to you, to see you again.

He cracks open the front cover and as luck would have it, finds your name — Y/N Y/L/N — scrawled out in sweeping letters. However, that’s all he finds. No phone number, no other means of contacting you. Just your name.

His tongue pokes out to run over his bottom lip as he considers asking Garcia to find your information. But would that be crossing a line, having the FBI’s technical analyst look you up, just so he can return your book? Probably…definitely. He resigns himself to the fact that it makes more sense to turn it into the transit authority lost and found and hope it makes its way back to you.

That can wait for tomorrow, he decides, and tucks your book into his satchel where it sits among his own. Some selfish part of him wants to keep it for a while longer, if only to prolong that connection he felt. It was such an innocent moment, an everyday interaction between strangers, and yet he can't stop thinking about it.

About you.

When he arrives home, he settles onto his couch and pulls your book back out, handling it delicately like it might shatter in his hands. He opens it up to find it’s marked with annotations and doodles in the margins, sticky notes folded over the pages, and your favorite lines highlighted in a myriad of colors. Intrigued, he flips back the pages and starts from the beginning, allowing himself to be immersed in your world of thought. He almost feels guilty for peering into this window of your life you surely weren’t planning on sharing with a stranger on the metro, analyzing your handwriting and trying (but ultimately failing) not to profile you through the lens of your observations.

Almost being the operative word here. He’s too wrapped up in the honesty of your commentary, the optimistic openness your handwriting conveys, the thought-provoking questions in the margins, and the highlighted quotes that are all of his favorites, too, to feel truly guilty about anything. In fact, it only serves to heighten the inexplicable way he feels drawn to you. He wonders how it’s possible to feel this strong of a connection solely through a fleeting glance, a few words spoken, and thoughts written on a page.

He huffs out a soft, self-deprecating chuckle. For someone who touts the cold hard facts of science all day, he often forgets how much of a romantic he is at heart. He can practically hear Morgan teasing him for believing, even for a millisecond, that finding this book was part of the universe’s cosmic plan, set in motion eons ago to bring two strangers together. He shakes his head as if to clear the thought, but continues exploring the notes you left in the margins anyway.

It’s the early hours of the morning before Spencer finally manages to tear himself away from your book. He simply couldn’t find the willpower to put it down, memorizing the looping curves of your handwriting as he re-lived the story through your perspective. He can’t help but laugh to himself, because of course the most brilliantly annotated book also belongs to the most mesmerizing girl he’s ever laid eyes on. After spending the night engrossed in your thoughts, he has to remind himself that he doesn’t actually know you.

But he wants to.

God, how he wants to.

At work the next day, Spencer walks into the break room with Anna Karenina still in hand. While it’s far from unusual for him to be preoccupied by a book, it’s the dreamy smile on his face that catches the attention of his teammates.

“Morning, Spence,” JJ chirps from her spot at the table with Penelope.

He doesn’t respond, too focused on the quote in front of him, ‘I always loved you, and if one loves anyone, one loves the whole person, just as they are and not as one would like them to be.’ It’s been highlighted so many times that the color has bled through the page and the words have taken on a subtle fade, their ink lifting ever so slightly with each pass of the highlighter. In all the times you’ve re-read the book, this is the line that stood out to you every single time, and the thought fills him with an unexpected sense of warmth.

The girls exchange a knowing look, and JJ elbows Penelope when she notices Spencer almost pour salt into his coffee instead of sugar.

Never one to exemplify patience when she feels there's gossip to uncover, the tech analyst strides over to him and plucks the book from his hands before he can object. She studies him, an uncontrollable grin breaking out on her face as he grows progressively more red under her discerning gaze. Penelope Garcia may not be a profiler, but she’s second to none when it comes to sniffing out potential romance.

“Spencer Reid! Who’s Y/N?!” She squeals gleefully as she opens the front cover and sees your name.

“Um...no one?” he says, well aware of the fact that there’s no way Garcia will drop the subject until she gets an explanation. Her raised eyebrow and crossed arms prove this, and that’s all it takes for him to cave.

“Really, I don’t know her. She sat next to me on the metro yesterday and it must have slipped out of her bag. I read it and all of her annotations last night and she just—she seems so smart, and witty, and sweet!” He rushes, hardly stopping for a breath between words. “And maybe it’s all in my head—or my heart, I don’t know —but I feel like I’m supposed to see her again.”

“You want me to look her up?” Penelope asks, all too eager at the chance to play matchmaker.

Spencer’s face changes from scarlet to a deep vermillion, “The thought did cross my mind, but, uh…it just feels like an overstep? Like I said, I don’t even know her.”

“You’re overthinking things, Spence,” JJ chimes in, “I mean, everyone’s so easy to find on social media nowadays that I don’t think—”

“I’m not on social media,” Spencer’s quick to remind her.

“Well, you’re a special circumstance,” she laughs at his interruption, “But my point is, looking someone up online to return a lost book is not as weird as you’re making it out to be.”

He considers it, about to ask his friends exactly how one goes about contacting the person who could quite possibly be the love of their life on the internet, when Derek walks over and delivers the words that signify the end of their two-week paperwork streak.

“Hotch needs us in the conference room.”

__________

Spencer steps onto the metro, ready to head home after an exhausting case. He’s staring blankly ahead, his mind running over all the things that went well and all the things that should have gone better, when a familiar face catches his attention. You look up and catch him at the exact moment he’s noticed you, the flicker of recognition shining behind your eyes. His mouth goes dry and he can hear his heartbeat echoing in his ears. He’s been able to think of little else than this moment since he missed his chance to say hello six days ago, but now that it’s here he has no idea what to do.

“It’s you,” he finally manages to murmur, cringing the second the words leave his mouth. Miraculously, his reaction doesn’t phase you, a laugh tumbling from your lips that threatens to melt his heart.

“It’s me,” you answer with a warm smile as he settles down into the seat next to you. “I’ve been hoping I’d run into you again.”

“You have?” he asks, incredulous. It never crossed his mind that you might have been thinking about him as much as he was thinking about you.

“Mmhmm,” you nod eagerly, and he’s sure he’s never seen anything so adorable, “I’m Y/N.”

“Dr. Spencer Reid, but just Spencer — Spencer is fine!” he rushes, his face heating up when you giggle.

“Well it’s nice to officially meet you, just Spencer,” you say, a teasing smile tugging at your features.

“It’s nice to meet you too. Oh! I, actually—“ he clears his throat as he reaches into his satchel to retrieve your book, “I actually think I have something of yours. It was on the ground under your seat the other night.”

“Oh my God! I’ve been looking everywhere for this, it’s my favorite book! I was so upset when I thought I’d lost it. Thank you!”

“I planned on taking it to the lost and found,” he insists, “but then I read it and read your annotations—which were incredibly insightful, by the way—and I…I think I held onto it hoping I’d see you again, too.”

“Well, lucky us,” you marvel at him, “I guess some things are just meant to be.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, “yeah, I guess they are.”

“Wait. Hold on.” You pause, circling back to something he glossed over. “You read all of Anna Karenina in less than a week?”

“One night, actually,” he blushes.

“Wow, who are you Dr. Reid?” you ask, and there’s your laugh again, the lilting sound that makes him feel lightheaded as he smiles back at you.

The train begins to slow and you start gathering your belongings. “This is me,” you say reluctantly. “Listen, um, I know this is a bit forward, but would you want to go out sometime? Dinner, maybe?”

He’s fully beaming now, “Yeah — yes! I’d love that.” The way your face lights up when you hear his answer makes him certain he’d be willing to do absolutely anything to make you happy.

“Great!” You take out a pen and scribble something under your name on the inside cover, then hand the book over to him. “Here’s my number.” He opens his mouth to protest that he can’t take your favorite book, but you grin and shake your head as if you can read his mind.

“Add your own annotations and give it back to me on our date. I’d love to hear your thoughts. I think it’s only fair since you’ve already read mine,” you say with a wink. You wrap your hands on top of his to solidify his grip on the book and he’s quite literally shocked by the lightning he feels chase through his veins at your touch.

He blinks back, awestruck. At a loss for words for maybe the first time in his life, all he can manage to stammer out is a soft, “okay.”

“I’m really glad we met, Spencer. I’ll see you soon?”

“Yes. Yes, definitely! I’ll call you,” he says, standing up to follow you to the door as you step out onto the platform.

“Looking forward to it,” you reply with a giddy smile. You turning to wave to him as the doors close and the train pulls away, leaving you silhouetted in the fluorescent lights. He stares after you like he’s been waiting in the dark his whole life and you’re the first light on the horizon—the dawn of a new day, a promise of good to come.

Spencer Reid has never been the type.

But with you, he feels like he could be.

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huihuiheart · 3 years ago

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The Chef’s In: Hwang Hyunjin

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Stray Kids Masterlist

Pairing: Switch lean Dom! Fuckboy/Friend Hyunjin x Switch lean Sub! Female Reader x Female Character (empty name slot)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Smut, CUCKQUEAN vibes(as the f!reader and unmarried), bi!reader, dirty talk, degradation, bondage, kitchen sex...., unprotected sex, cum play, FxF, oral, fingering, spanking, more slight? BDSM, f! reader turning on dom! Hyunjin, switch! Hyunjin, brat taming?, slight pet play?, friends with benefits and maybe some feelings oof, and some poly themes maybe? Fboy vibes, marking (giving), hair tugging, cock warming, sub drop (fem character).

Word Count: 4517

Summary: Soft? turned smutty?..........Oof all I write is filth..........also please someone request some writing I’m dying.......... You break off your friends with benefits deal with Hyunjin when the new girl in town has you catching feelings. Only you’re making your move on the hottie a little too slow for Hyunjin’s tastes and he decides it’s time to intervene, you know as a best friend should. Also as I wrote this Hyunjin kinda just vibed as a fuckboy through the whole thing, sorry not sorry(honestly, it’s kinda hot in my opinion anyways).

I’m going to put a placeholder in for the other girl’s name, that way if it’s popular/if you want I can do a piece from her perspective.

Taglist: @97lovestay ,

NSFW Below the cut:

“Damn you right she is hot~” Hyunjin chuckles, biting his lip, eyeing up the waitress whose back was currently turned to you. Not that it got him much as you leaned over the table and slapped his shoulder with a huff.

“I didn’t invite you here to check her out fuckboy, I invited you here to give me advice on what to do.” You whined, sinking back into your familiar seat. Ever since the new girl had unconsciously gotten you to crush on her you’d found that one table gave you the best chances of getting her attention, and giving you a good view of her most of the time.

“Ah yes, so I can give you the same advice I gave you before I even saw her? Isn’t that kinda a waste of breath? After all, it’s not like you’re gonna listen to me anyway.” Hyunjin smirks lightly bringing his glass to his lips as he leans back in his chair knowing you well enough at this point to feel confident in his words, “ You know as well as I do that nothing between you will just magically happen if you just keep showing up to sit in this chair and never truly try to have a conversation with her.”

“But Jinnie~ What if she’s not into girls?” You huff dropping your chin into your palm as you continue to sulk and complain to your best friend who only rolls his eyes at your plight.

“Yeah and what if she is and she’s just afraid to ask you the same thing? How will either of you get an answer then?” Hyunjin shakes his head a little, “And besides that didn’t you say you didn’t know her name?”

“I don’t...” You pout slightly, “How would I?”

Hyunjin actually laughs this time reaching over to flick your forehead lightly, “I don’t know idiot, maybe her name tag? Or if she’s introduced herself when she comes to the table after all you eat here every day now, you can’t tell me she’s not even introduced herself once.”

“Well, maybe that’s the reason why I really brought you, cause I want to hear her name from her own lips without seeming like I was too distracted to catch it before.” You counter like you hadn’t just made that excuse up.

“Sweets I love you, but we both know that was a lie.” Hyunjin starts before cutting off your snarky response with a light kick under the table, “Shut up about her, she’s coming this way now.”

As she walks over she smiles brightly at you recognizing you, “Hey! It’s good to see you again.” She says seeming a little flustered, but it could easily be blamed on the lunch rush that the place experiences every day, before looking to Hyunjin the new face here, “ Hi I’m *name*. I'll be your server today.”

“Nice to meet you~ Y/N here is a familiar face I’m sure, she’s been absolutely raving about this place nonstop for the past two weeks so I thought I’d come to check it out,” Hyunjin smirks at you and if you could kill him with a glare or at least kick him under the table at that moment without risking being exposed with her standing there you would have in a heartbeat. That feeling only bubbled up more in your gut as jealousy flooded into the mix as Hyunjin “innocently” turned his flirtatious smirk and dark hooded eyes onto the waitress receiving a shy almost giggly smile in return. You knew your best friend well enough to know what he was doing though, this was his game plan. Trying to get you heated enough to finally act on what you wanted, but you were stubborn and determined not to make a fool of yourself and so you kept your mouth shut.

“She does seem to really like it here. I look forward to her coming in every day at this point, it’s nice.” She tells Hyunjin, you’re sure it’s directed at Hyunjin and not an invitation, right? The way she looks right into your own eyes, voice going soft at the last two words as if they hold more meaning than just it’s nice makes you wonder though. She doesn’t seem to push though when you stay quiet, making you think that perhaps you were just being hopeful as she takes your orders. When she walks away again Hyunjin looks at you like he’s done with your nonsense entirely.

“Are you serious? That was literally an invitation and all you did was stare at her?” Hyunjin freaks out leading to you aggressively shushing him before someone could hear his dramatic ass, “ I don’t understand, why didn’t you just say something.”

“Because Hyunjin, what if it was just an invitation to be friends?” You sigh softly, finding yourself looking down at your hands in your lap, and Hyunjin can’t help but ease up as he sees the war you’re having with yourself.

“That’s how we started out though, as friends and then it became more.” Hyunjin tries to calm your fears slightly, not wanting you to keep hurting yourself by bottling up your feelings like this.

“I know, but Jinnie...I don’t want that with her. I don’t just want to be friends with benefits only to be cast aside whenever someone catches feelings for someone else and have to pretend like I’m happy for them when they’re in someone else’s arms. I can’t do that...n-not....n-not again.”

You reveal your feelings to him after the fact now. Well, maybe not entirely after the fact. Perhaps you did still have some feelings for Hyunjin, after years of them building up in your heart and soul it wasn’t like a new crush and your own self-doubts would easily remove all of what you felt for him. After him stopping your arrangement more than once to chase after someone he liked seeking something more permanent than whatever you had thought, you decided that maybe it was time for you to try the same.

Hyunjin’s face falls slowly as he registers your words and their meaning, before placing his hand out, palm up for you to take if you chose to, “Y/N, you didn’t have to be hurt. You don’t have to be still. If you had said something I would have gladly been more than just friends and benefits, now you’ve found a great girl though. Don’t do this to yourself again. Don’t let fear control you like this when you could be with someone and in love.”

“I-I’m just not sure if I can Jinnie, I’m sorry.” You sigh softly taking his hand though and letting it ground you through the sudden onslaught of your feelings, a slight reassurance.

“I’ll help you, you know I will. You’re stuck with me at this point no matter what, even if it means I have to swim through an ocean of your tears to actually physically get to you.” Hyunjin teases your fragile nature slightly, but only in hopes of getting a small laugh or at least a glimmer of your usual bright smile. Upon receiving that and a small nod he smiles a little bit in return. “How about in my usually outgoing manner figure out if she’s into girls for you?”

“You mean using your fuckboy charms. I don’t mind as long as you don’t seduce her and then steal her away.” Your nose scrunches in mock disgust at the thought.

“No, no seriously, I was going to invite her to like hang out with our group. Like, get her around more as a friend. Not that I’d mind tappin that, but I’m not going to do that to you. I mean unless that’s what you’re into.” Hyunjin playfully wiggles his brows with a smirk.

The squeak and flustered expression you react with has Hyunjin rolling with laughter, “ Hwang Hyunjin! Since when do I divulge that kinda information? Besides, I don't feel like giving you thoughts to get off on.”

“You never give me that information, I just manage to figure it out, 'cause you’re bad at keeping secrets. Your face gives too much away after all.” Hyunjin chortles gesturing to your face as he does, “I’m certainly not opposed to the idea of that though, you know if you and pretty little *name* over there become a thing and decide you want some dick.”

Your exasperated expression didn’t dissuade his laughter, “You really are that filthy huh? Guess your reputation wasn’t all rumors.”

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To say you were frazzled would be severely understated. Hyunjin had managed to charm your crush into accepting an invitation to hang out with your friend group at your place and meet more people in the area, spread her wings and potentially make some friends. Of course, now that meant that your crush was going to be in your home this afternoon and you felt that no amount of preparation would be enough.

“It’s the same as the last 8 times you checked on it.” Hyunjin teases watching you check the food you had in the oven again, it was only in there to keep it warm at this point now, “ I told the guys to leave a little earlier, but play it off so that way you can be sure to get more time with her. I’ll stick around for a little bit in case you need my help again.”

“Oh yeah, because you were such a help last time.” You roll your eyes at his teasing, not missing a beat as you respond back a little snippy. Of course, that only makes this seem even more amusing to Hyunjin.

“I mean, you didn’t listen to my advice and I still got here to come over today, so I think it was,” Hyunjin smirks, snatching up a cookie that you had already set out for when people got here. Laughing at your scolding and quickly running to get the door as someone knocks, glad to be able to use it as an out.

Having the others there certainly helped diffuse your nerves, though you couldn’t shake the flustered feeling that still had you in its grips whenever your crush was around. In fact, it seemed as though it was getting worse the longer she was around, letting you get to know her more and letting those feelings blossom, attracting more butterflies fluttering chaos into your stomach. Staying even as most of the others left and even offering to help clean up. So now here you were, washing the dishes with her at your side drying them while Hyunjin cleaned up the counter, continually making gestures at you to finally make a move whenever you glanced over at him. Finally losing his mind when you don’t actually do anything, sighing and deciding to take matters into his own hands.

“Okay, you’ve danced around this enough.” Hyunjin huffs before leaning over the counter towards her to grab her attention away from drying the dishes, “Y/N likes you, and she wants to take you on a date, but she’s letting fear get the better of her.”

Her cheeks heated up, turning to a light pink as she looked between you two before settling onto you, “Oh...you do?”

You give a shy nod, “I do, but if you’re not into women that’s okay. I wasn’t quite sure how to ask without putting you on the spot.”

Your admission makes her chuckle and shakes her head, “Oh no, that’s not the problem. I don’t care about that one bit. I just must have read something wrong, because I thought I’d put together that you and Hyunjin were fucking. That’s all.”

“I mean we kinda were, but not in a relationship kind of way.” Hyunjin openly admits causing both of you to fluster even more while he remains unfazed, “Just a friends with benefits thing since we were both single and people can be frankly...not worth it a lot of the time.”

Hyunjin’s revelation had made her blush even more, but she hadn’t run off so that was a good sign at least, “ Well I guess that means we have that in common too because I don’t only like women.”

“Yeah, I guess we do.” You agree before getting quiet again, Hyunjin rolling his eyes and making his way around the counter. If he really had to take matters into his own hands, then fine...he would.

He pulls your crush away from the dishes and pins her to the counter before looking back at you, “If you want to date her. To fuck her. Then come prove that. You gotta do something Y/N.”

You stared at him in shock, frozen in place. Even hearing the way she practically whimpered out Hyunjin’s name from her position you were too stunned to move. Instead taking the situation in not sure how to act, even if you were jealous. Though who exactly were you jealous of you weren’t sure, perhaps both of them?

“Oh?” Hyunjin looks back at her pinned like that with a smirk, “Looks like Y/N might not be the only one you have a crush on now hm? Or does the thought of putting on a show for her just appeal to you that much?”

“Maybe a little of both.” The flustered girl in his arms quietly answers and now Hyunjin is looking at you again.

“Did you hear that? She wants to put on a show for you, what do you say Y/N?” He fishes for your feelings now, willing to say all kinds of things to fluster you both but mindful of the emotions weighing on the current situation.

“You’re gonna leave me out?” The slight panic in your question makes Hyunjin laugh, finding this almost too easy.

“Never sweetheart, but if you want to play then you’re going to have to get up the courage to do something to get it. After all, I’ve been telling you that’s the only way to get results, haven’t I?” Hyunjin lays out the rules for you before leaning in to give some attention to the woman he’s pressed against now, kissing down her neck. Making sure to choose the side that wouldn’t block your view as you watch her head fall back, eyes fluttering. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” You squeak out with an eager nod, already becoming fully enthralled by the scene before you again.

Hyunjin’s hands toying with the hem of her shirt to give you little teases of the skin hidden underneath as his mouth gets more aggressive against her neck, possibly even leaving marks in his wake. Hyunjin truly plays to get at your impatience and jealousy trying to work you up as much as possible to get you to act. Rocking on your heels as you lean to get a different view, Hyunjin finds it amusing how you’re still there while your crush is rather distracted at the moment. Hyunjin pulled her shirt off and tossed it in your direction, quickly followed by her bra, leaving marks where you can see now as his hands squeeze her boobs. He doesn’t spend much time on that though, lifting her up onto the counter.

“Doesn’t she look pretty? Don’t you want to come play too?” Hyunjin asks, watching you take a few tentative steps forward as he pulls her pants down now, getting on his knees between her legs, tsking softly as you nod your head, “You’re gonna have to speak up then. Come on you can do it can’t you?”

His attention is pulled away from you and back to her as her fingers weave into his hair and tugs, “Shouldn’t you be focused on me right now?”

“Awe, look how soft your voice was. You’re trying to be like a little jealous brat, aren’t you? But you’re too much of a good girl to know how. That’s cute. You did actually speak up though, unlike someone...so I guess I should reward that.” Hyunjin concedes to her wishes seemingly easily, but it wasn’t hard to tell who was actually in control with the way she’d been melting since the very first touch.

Of course, you’re not the only one he intends to tease here, not when he’s having so much fun with that kind of control. Licking over her panties before blowing softly on them, spreading her legs further to give himself better access and show off a little more to you. Hyunjin smirked at the way she squirmed from so little as he continued to tease through the only thing still covering her. Both of you watch how she arches, pushing her hips closer to Hyunjin as he pulls back to remove her panties, tossing them in your direction after. Something you could easily catch, taking in how wet the material is now knowing it was mostly from her and not Hyunjin who had returned to teasing her.

“See how wet she is? She tastes so sweet too...but you’re over there doing nothing instead of here making her feel good.” Hyunjin tsks, continuing to speak between flicking his tongue over her clit, “ Guess it’s a good thing I’m here then, otherwise she’d be pretty helpless without you doing anything at all for her.”

She yelps as Hyunjin pulls her closer, standing again, placing her feet on the ground, and turning her around. He bends her over the counter, hand in her hair to make her look at you. Pushing in and pinning her hips between his and the counter, leaning in real close to her ear but speaking loud enough that you can hear anyways.

“Let her see your face as I fuck you, show her that I’m the one making you feel this good and not her. She could have it if she wanted, but she’s just standing there cause she knows I’m doing so much more than she could.” His hips start to move, making her moan out, clawing at the counter looking for anything to ground her. You were burning up with embarrassment and jealousy, but to say this didn’t turn you on far more than you had anticipated would be a lie.

As amazing as the view was watching the two of them fuck, Hyunjin’s confident dom side paired with your crush and her sweet, shy, submissive side was something you’d never get out of your mind. Fire and ice mixing in a perfect storm and you weren’t sure which side was drawing your attention more. What you did know though was that you were tired of just watching. If Hyunjin wanted you to get involved then that’s what you were going to do. He didn’t seem to notice you moving, too pussy whipped at the moment to realize, she noticed between his distracting her but knew to keep her mouth shut as you schemed how to make Hyunjin regret playing this game with you. Returning to the kitchen you slam down the chair you had in your hands to get his attention.

Hyunjin slows, but doesn’t stop fucking her as he raises a brow looking between you and the chair, “What’s that for exactly?”

“You.” You don’t hesitate to answer, stalking over to him and grabbing him by the hair, pulling him away from her and towards the chair, stopping her with a glare as she moves to follow, “You stay there.”

As you sit Hyunjin down you tie his hands behind the chair, checking they were secure before leaving him to go to the woman still bent over the counter. Landing a smack to her ass before slipping two fingers in, staring directly into Hyunjin’s eyes as you picked up the pace he had been going earlier.

“You had your fun Hyunjin, but it’s over now. Let me show you how to really please a woman. I would suggest you take notes, only it seems as though that would be a little challenging for you right now.” You kiss the dip of her spine before moving lower, nudging her thighs until she spreads them more, but it’s still not enough. Using your free hand you help guide her to put one knee up on the counter to give yourself full control, moving down to your knees to suck her clit into your mouth.

“Fuck! Y/N! It feels good!” She calls out to you and hearing her praise along with how she said your name like this for the first time only adds fuel to the fire burning inside of you.

“Good, let yourself feel good baby, take it all in, and cum whenever you want. Show Hyunjin that there’s no reason to tease a good girl like you when giving you what you want has such pretty results.” You encourage her, though this is your way of teasing Hyunjin now, giving him a taste of what he had been giving you both. Though you knew it was meant for you and he was doing it at the poor girl’s expense, not that she had complained too much about the teasing besides an occasional whine.

Still, she had earned this and you couldn’t wait any longer to give it to her. Though you know it would only add to the dreams you had about doing things like this with her, making her cum leaving you all the reality of how she looked and sounded and not just what your mind had conjured up. Looking back at what you had thought up, it didn’t even come close to comparing with the real thing.

You walked away while her legs trembled against the counter while she went through the aftershocks of her orgasm. Grabbing Hyunjin’s chair and dragging it closer to her. Moving her off the counter to sit back onto his cock, letting out a whine while Hyunjin moaned at getting some pleasure himself again. You kept her hips still for a moment before trusting her to stay like that while you stripped, before going to where she had been on the counter and spreading your legs for her.

“Be a good girl and keep his cock warm baby, don’t give him anything else though. I want you to focus on thanking me for making you cum pretty thing.” Your hand rests on the top of her head, barely guiding her as she doesn’t hesitate to put her mouth on you. Her eyes are large and unwavering as she looks at your face, eager to please as she kisses over your clit occasionally sucking on the sensitive bud.

“I’m not the only pretty one here...I bet that’s especially true when one of you is cumming too.” She speaks up again, but her voice still carries that soft shyness to it. Only it’s slowly fading some the longer you three are enjoying your time together like this.

“Oh? Well, then why don’t you find out?” You encourage with a smirk as you tug her hair, making her tongue dart out between your folds, experimenting with your entrance to see if that’s something that would make you feel good too or if her focus should return to your clit again. The way you moan is answer enough for her, tongue curling into you as she presses closer, nose brushing against your clit to bring you the most pleasure possible. Your eyes lift to meet Hyunjin’s as you hear him moan as well now.

“Oh, you should have felt how tight she just got around me. She’s loving this. Loves dedicating herself to everyone else’s pleasure.” Hyunjin licks his lips looking over the both of you from where he’s trapped, unable to do anything for himself, “She feels fucking good, you know how to pick them well Y/N.”

“Don’t tell me you’re about to bust already Hyunjin? Just from her sitting on your cock? Are you that desperate to get it wet? That as soon as it happens the pleasure makes you crumble this fast.” You can’t help but pay him back for his words earlier, especially when you can read all the signs showing just how close he is to cumming just from this. Though you weren’t far behind him. The woman between you both shudders as Hyunjin cums inside her while you cum in her mouth only a moment later.

You move to untie Hyunjin’s hands, getting him to help you with the other girl, though you three weren’t done yet. You push Hyunjin into position enough to let him know you were in charge. Having him go to your bedroom and lay back on your bed, you have her straddle his face while you straddle his hips facing one another.

“Go ahead baby, have a seat. He wants to be a tease so it’s time you just take what you want. After all, that’s what I’m gonna do.” You tell her as you drop down on his cock as it starts to harden again, “Besides he made a mess, the least he can do is clean it up for you.”

She follows your lead and Hyunjin’s hands pulling her down onto his mouth, reaching out to squeeze your boobs, before moving to pinch and roll your nipples between your fingers, “So pretty.”

You chuckle at how fucked out she is already, snatching up her jaw and causing her to whimper against your lips as you bring her in to finally kiss her, “Are you going to be able to last baby? Or should we stop after this one?”

“I can handle whatever you want to give me.” She answers back and for the first time since you’ve started her voice hasn’t come off as soft but is instead sure of herself. When she said this she meant it and it had you smirking.

“Good, because we have lots of time to make up for baby.”

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“She looks so calm,” Hyunjin comments, stepping back into the bedroom, one towel around his waist while another dries off his hair. Your crush had barely managed to stay awake long enough to get help washing up and come back from a drop, and now she was passed out on your bed.

“She does, but I’m worried about how she’ll be doing when she wakes up again.” You agree, speaking quietly from your spot seated at the foot of the bed. Trying your best not to risk waking her up.

“Yeah, we should have talked about things more ahead of time. We stuck to the mostly safe stuff today though. So just stay calm when she wakes up, and I’ll be here to help.” Hyunjin responds, joining you in your spot, “Now come on we promised her cuddles.”

You nod in agreement, following behind him to move up the bed so the three of you could all curl up together to call it a night, “So what does this mean for us?... I mean... like for all three of us?”

“Don’t worry about that right now. We can discuss it in the morning once we’ve rested and eaten to recover. Whatever the answer though... we’ll make it work. I promise.”

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