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Drunk temptations - Matt Sturniolo
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Paring: bsf!Matt x drunk! Reader
Contains/warinings: reader is a virgin, dry humping, no p in v, mentions of alcohol and loss of virginity, maybe more stuff...
Summary: You and your best friend Matt are going to a party. You get extremely drunk, and despite your bratty resistance, Matt insists on taking you home. Somehow, you end up on your best friend's lap, kissing him and confessing that you want to lose your virginity to him...
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You and Matt have been best friends for many years now. Youâre also friends with his brothers Nick and Chris. Tonight you guys are going to a party. Matt went to pick you up.
Knocks on the door
You quickly went downstairs to open the door with your hair and makeup ready but still in your pijamas.
Laughing, he raises an eyebrow at my pajamas âYouâre not ready yet?â
âSorryyyyy, I just need to get changed and we can goâ you explain.
He chuckles. âAlright, but make it quick.â
âOkay okay, come in, I promise.ïżœïżœ You say laughing a bit as you two go upstairs to your room. You get in the bathroom and Matt sits down on your bed waiting for you.
He leans back on the bed, looking quite at home in your room as he waits. His eyes roam around, taking in the posters on the walls and the messy piles of clothes scattered about.
You quickly change onto a black mini skirt, a red tight and a little revealing top, some jewelry and a ton of perfume. You take one last glance in the mirror and exit the bathroom. âIâm ready!â
He looks up from where he was lounging on your bed, a slow smile spreading across his face âWhoa, you look amazing tonight.â
You smile at his compliment. âThank youuu! Itâs a new outfit, I bought it today.â
"Oh yeah? I can tell. It looks really good on you." He stands up and walks over, taking a closer look at the outfit. "Hey, is that a new perfume too?" He asks, leaning in to sniff at my neck.
You feel something fluttering in your stomach as he leans in, his hot breath hitting your neck. âWhat?⊠oh yeah itâs a new perfume.â You feel your face growing hot and youâre also feeling nervous. But you quickly throw those feelings away, reminding yourself that heâs your best friend.
He pulls back and flashes a grin at your flushed face, noting your reaction yet deciding not to comment on it. Instead, he gestures towards the door. âShall we, mâlady?â He teases, offering you his arm like a gentleman.
You laugh at his tone and actions. âAlways a gentleman, right?â You tease and take his arm.
"Only for you, my lady," Matt replies with a playful smirk. He leads you out of the room and down the hallway, his hand gently patting at yours on his arm.
You laugh and roll your eyes jokingly as you nudge him with your shoulder.
He chuckles and nudges you back, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles. As you guys head down the hallway, Matt can't help but steal glances at you, admiring the way the dim lighting highlights your features and makes the colors of your outfit pop. As you step out into the night air, the cool breeze rustling your hair, Matt can't help but appreciate the way the city lights reflect off the curves of your body. He opens the car door for you, gesturing for you to get in.
âOoohhh, opening the door and everything.â You say teasingly.
He chuckles and gives a mock bow, "Anything for my queen," he says with a smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he waits for you to get in the car.
You chuckle and roll your eyes. âOhh shut upppp.â
He laughs, shaking his head as he closes the car door. As he walks around to the driver's side, he can't help but grin at your teasing.
As we drive to the party, the music is playing softly in the background, and Matt can't help but tap his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat. He glances over at you, a sly grin spreading across his face. "So, are you ready to party tonight?"
âOh I'm definitely ready to get drunk.â You say with a chuckle.
He laughs and shakes his head, "Well, let's make sure you don't do anything too crazy, yeah? I don't want to have to carry you home over my shoulder."
âI won't, don't worry. I just want to have a little fun.â You say.
"Alright, alright, I trust you," he says, still grinning as he pulls up to the party venue. "Weâre here."
As you guys walk into the party, you can feel the energy and excitement in the air. The music is loud, and people are dancing and mingling all around. You guys go to say hi to Mattâs brothers Nick and Chris.
After a while you see some of your friends. âIâm gonna go say hi to my friends.â You tell Matt.
"Sure, go ahead. I'll catch up with you later." He says as he watches you walk away, his gaze following you until you disappear into the crowd.
You approach your friends and greet them. Then you all decide to get drinks and dance.
While you're busy having fun, Matt is talking with his brothers and some of their old friends catching up. He occasionally glances over at you, letting out a small chuckle as he sees you dancing and having fun.
As the night goes by you keep ordering more and more drinks, getting yourself drunk.
Matt notices you stumbling around and laughing loudly, and his expression turns from amusement to concern. He excuses himself from his conversation and starts making his way towards you. "I think that's enough drinks for you." he says, as he approaches you.
âMaaatt! Hiii I've missed youuu.â You say slurring your words as you hug him.
He chuckles and hugs you back, holding you steady as you sway slightly. "I've missed you too," he says, his voice low and gentle. "I think you've had a few too many drinks," He says with a chuckle, trying to keep you steady on your feet. âCome on, letâs get you home.â
âWhaaat? Whyyy? I'm having fun.â You whine.
He sighs and wraps his arm around your waist, guiding you towards the exit. "You're slurring your words, stumbling around, and you're not making any sense," he says firmly but gently.
âNoooo I want to stayyy.â You pout.
He gently but firmly continues guiding you towards the exit, his grip steady on your waist. "I know you're having fun, but it's getting late and you're too drunk to handle yourself."
âYouâre so boringgg.â You slur out.
He laughs softly and unlocks his car door for you. "I'm not boring, I'm just responsible," he says, helping you into the passenger seat.
âYeah yeah, same thing.â You say.
He gets in the driver's side and starts the car, keeping a watchful eye on you as he drives. "You know, you're going to regret this hangover in the morning," he says with a smirk, but his tone is soft with concern.
âI had sooo much funnnâ you start laughing.
He chuckles and gives you a knowing look. "I can tell," he says.
He pulls into your driveway and turns off the engine, turning to face you with a gentle smile. "We're here," he says, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Time to get you inside and into bed."
âNoooo I donât wanna go to bed.â You whine.
He laughs softly and shakes his head. "Come on, you'll thank me when you're not suffering with a hangover tomorrow," he says as he carefully gets out of the car and walks around to your side, opening your door and offering his hand to help you out.
He sighs and helps you out of the car anyway, wrapping his arm around your waist to support you as you stumble a bit on the driveway. "Let's get you inside and settled, okay?" he says, leading you towards your front door with a gentle but firm grip.
âFineeeeâ you slur out as you roll your eyes.
He chuckles and shakes his head, helping you up the steps and to the front door. "You're going to be a lot of fun to deal with in the morning," he says with a teasing tone, digging out your keys from your purse and unlocking the door. He opens the door and ushers you inside, switching on the light and helping you stumble into the living room. "Sit down," he says, guiding you onto the couch. "I'll get you some water."
He disappears into the kitchen and returns with a glass of water. "Drink up," he says, waiting for you to take a few sips before setting the glass down on the coffee table in front of you. He then plops down beside you on the couch, watching you with a mixture of amusement and concern.
âThank youuâ you say as you lean back.
He smiles and leans back with you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him. "No problem," he says.
You start laughing a little bit remembering things that happened at the party. âI had so much fun tonight, best party ever.â You say, still slurring your words.
He chuckles and pulls you closer, his arm tightening around your shoulders. "Glad you had a good time," he says, his voice low and gentle.
You turn to look at him and realize how close your faces are.
He grins then, his eyes sparkling in the low light of the room. "Yeah, it was a good party," he says, his voice dropping even lower, almost to a whisper. His eyes flick down to your lips before darting back up to your eyes. He swallows thickly and the room suddenly becomes much quieter and more intimate.
You donât know if it's the alcohol taking over your mind but you want to kiss him really bad. You know it isnât right because youâre drunk and you guys are best friends, but you canât stop thinking about it. âFuck itâ your mind says, you lean in and kiss him.
His eyes widen in surprise for a split second, but he doesn't pull back, instead, his lips move against yours, soft and gentle at first, but then deepening into a more passionate kiss. His arm around your shoulders tightens, pulling you closer to him as he angles his head to fit your lips together perfectly.
You keep kissing him, your mouth opening just a nudge letting his tongue in. He responds eagerly to the invitation, his tongue slipping into your mouth tasting the alcohol in your system and tangling with yours in a sinfully good way.
As you get more into the kiss you start to kiss more sloppily and drunkenly. Youâre body now controlled by the alcohol and lust moves to sit on his lap straddling him.
He groans into the kiss as you shift to straddle him, his hands immediately moving to grip your hips to steady you. The feel of your heat pressing against him, even through the layers of clothing, sends a jolt of desire straight to his groin. He breaks the kiss long enough to breathe. "God, you're killing me," he mutters, his voice low and husky, his eyes burning with intensity. "Fuck, we shouldn't be doing this," he says, his voice rough with need, even as his hands continue to hold you tight against him.
âWhy?â You ask.
Matt's eyes search yours, a mix of conflict and longing evident in their dark depths. "Because this isn't right, not like this," he says, his breath coming in short gasps as he fights to maintain control. "You're drunk off your ass, and I shouldn't take advantage of that." He hesitates for a moment, his eyes searching yours before he admits, "And we're best friends, and this could change everything between us." His grip on you tightens as if he's trying to hold onto the friendship despite the heat building between you two.
âBut I want to.â You say kissing him again and ignoring his words.
He groans into the kiss, his resolve crumbling under your persistence and the intoxicating effect of your body pressed so intimately against his. "Fuck, you're making this hard," he pulls back. âWe canât do this.â
âPlease.â You whine as you start to kiss his neck.
His hands grip your hips, his breath hitching as you trail kisses along his neck. "Fuck," he swears, his grip tightening as he resists the temptation you present. "You're killing me, Y/n."
âPlease Matt, I- I want you to be my first.â You whisper.
His whole body stiffens at your words, his hands gripping you harder for a moment before releasing you, he looks at you with eyes full of surprise and a mix of emotions. "Shit, y/n," he mutters. His hands move to cup your face, making you look at him.
âPlease Matt, take my virginity away. I'm ready.â You look at him with doe eyes filled with lust and a little red from the alcohol.
"No, y/n, you're drunk and I don't want to take advantage of that," he says, his voice strained. He looks at you with a mix of desire and guilt, his hands still cupping your face gently. "We've been friends for so long, and this could change everything.
âYouâre the person I trust the most, I want it to be you.â
"God, y/n, you're killing me. I want this, I want you so bad, but I can't just take your virginity while you're in this state," he says, his voice rough with need. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself.
You ignore his words and start kissing him again.
He hesitates for a moment, then relents, his hands moving from your face to your hips as he deepens the kiss. But after a few moments, he pulls back again, trying to break the kiss. "Y/n, we can't do this."
âmmh please Mattâ you whimper and kiss him again.
He groans, his resolve weakening as he feels you pressing against him. "Y/n, no," he says, but his voice is weaker this time, and it's clear that he's struggling to resist.
You continue kissing him but this time your hips start to grind against him. âMmhâ you moan.
He hisses through clenched teeth, his hips bucking up to meet your grinding motions. "Fuck, y/n, stop," he growls, but his words lack conviction. His hands slide down to grip your ass, pulling you harder against him as he rocks his own hips up in response to yours.
âMmh Matt feels so goodâ you whimper against his lips.
He lets out a tortured groan, his body trembling with restraint as he tries to hold back. "Y/n, please...I don't want to hurt you," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing.
âMatt I need youâ you let out as you keep kissing and grinding him. Your hands move to remove your top, revealing your lace black bra.
His eyes widen at the sight of your bra, and he swears under his breath as he tries to fight his growing arousal. "Y/n, we can't," he repeats, his voice hoarse with desire.
You start kissing his neck again.
He groans, tilting his head to give you better access to his neck as his hands move up to cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra. "Fuck... You're killing me,"
You grab his hands and lead them to your back where the clip for your bra is.
âStop this," he says firmly, though there's a strained edge to his voice. His hands remain frozen on your back, the clip of your bra still untouched. "Y/n, no. We can't. You're too drunk, I won't take your virginity like this." He pushes his hands away from the clasp of her bra, his own breathing heavy and ragged as he struggles to maintain his composure. âThis has already gone too far.â
"No buts, y/n. We can't do this right now. It's not right." He says firmly, still holding onto his composure even as his body is begging for release from the arousal coursing through him. "I care about you too much to take advantage of you in this state.â He takes a deep breath and stands up, pulling away from you completely.
"Y/n, let's... let's get you to bed," he says, his voice calm but strained. He offers you a hand to help you up, his eyes never leaving yours as if gauging your reaction.
You don't say anything, just take his hand and follow him to your room.
He watches out for you as you move to your room, ensuring you don't stumble and hurt yourself in your inebriated state. Once inside, he guides you to the bed, sitting you down gently on the edge.
He gives you a big t -shirt big enough to cover up your knees. So you put it on and take your skirt off and sit on the bed again. He kneels down in front of you, pulling off your heels and placing them beside the bed.
"There, that's better, right?" He says, looking up at you with concern etched into his features. He really cares about you, more than he wants to admit. He gently pushes you back onto the bed, helping you lay down, making sure you're covered up before he stands back up.
âGood nightâ you slur out and quickly doze off.
He watches you for a moment, a soft smile on his face as he sees the exhaustion and alcohol finally catch up to you. He nods to himself, satisfied that you're safe and comfortable, before turning to leave the room. He quietly closes your bedroom door behind him, the soft click echoing in the silence of the house. Taking a deep breath, he tries to calm the storm of emotions and desire that still rages within him. He knows he did the right thing, protecting you from a mistake you wouldn't remember.
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Pairing- Yandere Rintaro Suna x Reader
Masterlist . . . Part one
"For what itâs worth, princess, if the devil is real. Itâs me.â
Contains- Serial Killer! Suna, oral (f receiving), dubcon, semi-public fingering, groping, choking, biting, manhandling, riding overstimulation, marathon sex, mentions of necrophilia/noncon, implied somnophila, baby trapping(?) A/N- sorry for the long wait guys, writer's block can be a bitch
Sleeping with him was the biggest mistake of your life-
No. letting him âhelpâ you was the biggest mistake of your life.Â
Ever since you two had sex, heâs been sleeping in the same bed as you. You did attempt to persuade him to sleep on the couch once again but he simply responded with
âWe both saw what happens when I sleep on the couch, sweetheart. Besides, sharing the same bed might bring back some of those âdearâ memories you lost.â As you predicted, it would be challenging to sneak out of your room at night, especially when Sunaâs arm is wrapped around your waist, his chin tucked on your shoulder, and his stern back against your chest.
You thought about lying to him, telling him youâre getting up from bed to use the bathroom but really youâre planning to find his car keys and drive away from this nightmare. But what if you take too long and he gets suspicious? Last time you got lucky when he misunderstood your attempt to steal his car keys.
You hate that you spent the entire week with him, pretending to be in a loving marriage, kissing him sweetly, and sometimes bathing with him. But he hasnât fucked you since the first time- well with his dick at least.Â
If he thinks you look too cute in a nightgown- which you always do, heâll push you down on the bed, scrunching up your silky slip-on onto your breast and shamelessly make out with your cunt, fingers holding your thighs down and apart to keep you from squirming away. He never fails to give you an intense orgasm. You're so addicted to his touch that you donât know how youâll be able to cum again once you escape from him...While on the topic of escaping, youâre finding the idea of freedom too difficult to obtain by yourself. Youâre gonna need help.
â So- I remember you mentioned before that we were still friends with twins from high schoolâ You blurted out while having dinner with your âfiancĂ©.â
â Yeah, Osamu and Atsumu. What about them?â Suna asked nonchalantly. âWell, I think you should invite them over. I think itâd be good for me to meet someone from my pastâ you suggested.
â Itâd be hard to contact them because the service in this place is horribleâ Suna claimed, leaning back in his chair. You let out an instant âohâ with a noticeable pout on your lips.
Then you heard Suna sigh, shaking his head in disbelief.
âOkay. There is this part of the house where the service is somewhat usable. But itâs on the roof so I donât want you following me there. Your body is still sore which makes it difficult for you to stay up there without fallingâ Suna pointed out.
Heâs right. Youâll probably hurt yourself if you try going on that roof. So the idea of stealing his phone to call for help isnât possible.
âYou have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you, Rinâ You complimented. â Yeah well, I gotta keep my wife happyâ Suna got up and kissed your forehead before retreating upstairs.
You waited impatiently for Suna to come back down. A sick part of you wishes that heâd accidentally slip off the roof, breaking his neck because then youâd be freed from this nightmare. But he only takes twenty minutes to come back down, placing his phone back into his pocket as he walks towards you.
âSo? Did they say yes?â you questioned. âThey said they would love to stop by. But I had to make Atsumu promise he wouldnât bring another hookup over. I better start cooking dinner because those two guys know how to eat- especially Osamuâ Suna replied, giving you an endearing pat on the head as he went to prepare for their arrival.Â
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You hadnât seen any pictures of the twins prior before they arrived, so it was quite intimidating when two muscular tall men stood at your doorstep. The dark-haired one holding a classic bottle of wine. While Atsumu opened his arms to you, giving you an unwelcomed hug.
âThere is our Y/n. Itâs been too long since we saw yaâ The bold twin one cooed, his arms around you tightened.
âYouâre one foot in and already flirtinâ with my fiance- donât you have any shame, Atsumu?â Suna replied, subtly informing you of the difference between the twins.
So if the blonde, somewhat pervy, twin was Atsumu. The other one must be Osamu.
âI ainât flirting. I was just being friendly to a friend whoâs gotten into a terrible- just terrible accident â Atsumu pouted.
âI decided to tell them your situation. I hope you donât mindâ Suna commented, smiling innocently.
Itâs unsettling.
Theyâre completely lying to you- youâre not friends with them. How are they so eerily confident then? How can these two lie straight to your face and pretend that youâre Suna's fiancĂ©?
Because youâre not. Youâre not his fiancĂ©.Â
Right?
Dinner with them made you even more confused. Theyâre doing the same thing that Suna did. Reciting old stories about your so-called past together. Itâs getting more difficult to distinguish whatâs the truth or not. Yet Atsumuâs words manage to slip you back into reality.
âYou should really be thanking me. If I set you two up in college- yâall would not be getting married.. at least Suna wouldnât beâ Atsumu teased.
âI thought we started dating in high school?â You spoke up, pointing out Atsumuâs mistake. Rather than Atsumu getting embarrassed for making such an innocent mistake.Â
Atsumu got nervous.
If you werenât already so superstitious during dinner, you wouldnât have noticed how he blinked away, how forced his laughter sounded, and how his brother deadly glared at him.
âWould you pardon us? I think I have to remind Atsumu about some mannersâ Osamu asked, seeming all friendly while his jawline clenched, a fist under the table.Â
Suna clicked him, glancing at a nervous Atsumu and then back at Osamu.â Go ahead,â Suna replied.
You were left alone with him once again.
You and youâre fiancĂ©-no heâs not your fiancĂ©. You and your demon.
âYouâre lookinâ a bit nervous, sweetheart. Are you feeling okay? Just say the word and I can get these idiots to leave any timeâ Suna suggested. âNo- they donât need to leave. I just need to go to the bathroom to freshen up. Thatâs allâ Your laughter sounded a bit too forced, sweaty palms pushing you up out of your seat. âDonât take too longâ Suna mumbled, watching you march quickly out of the dining room.
This is your chance.
You can ask- no- you're going to beg the twins to help you because surely, they wouldnât want to risk being an accomplice for a serial killer.
You followed their distant voices, words too unintelligible to understand. Eventually, you ended up in front of the door connecting the garage to the summer house. Luckily, they left the door slightly ajar, allowing you to hear their conversation clearly.
You were about to walk in before you heard Osamu say
âAre you a fuckinâ idiot, Tsumu? At this point, Suna not gonna let either of us have a turn with herâ Osamu argued with his brother.
âShut up- shut up. Iâm a fuckinâ volleyball player not an actorâ Atsumu huffed. âYeah and I own a restaurant but I know how to keep my story straight,â Osamu remarked.
âI donât even know why Suna cares sâmuch about keeping up this whole gameâ Atsumu commented.
âheâs just gonna kill her like the rest.â
Your heart is racing because your last hope of escaping this n nightmare just revealed they could care less about your life- fuck they could be worse than Suna. Instinctually, you step away from the door, wanting to be as far away from them as possible. But thatâs when you feel a stern chest against your back, stopping you from backing away. You slowly turn your head and notice Suna behind you, his eyes glued on the view of the twins arguing about whether theyâll still get a âturnâ with you after Atsumuâs mishap.
âRin-â
âQuiet. Itâs always amusing to watch the twins argue, right? â Suna replied, his hand tilting your face to watch the twins, his chin resting on top of your head, forcing you to watch the truth unfold.
âYou know he does sadistic shit like this all the time. Just try to have fun with her while sheâs still aliveâ Osamu huffed.
âI didnât come here to play an actor. I just wanna fuck her before Suna finally cuts her up or whatever sadistic shit he plans to do with herâ Atsumu groaned.
â Yeah, well, there's no way in hell heâs gonna let you have a turn with her if you donât play along correctly. Youâd be lucky if he even lets you fuck her corpseâÂ
Atsumu hummed, his once annoyed attitude slowly disappearing as he looked lost in thought- until he made the comment
âI wouldnât mind that at all actually.â
You want to stop listening but Suna wonât let you. âPlease, just let me go and I wonât- I wonât tell anyoneâ you muttered, voice cracking. Suna laid his forehead on your shoulder, you could feel his smile on his skin.
âWhat about our wedding?â he cooed, voice teasing, his hands wrapping around your waist, tips of his fingers sliding under your waistband.
âRintarou, please- I-I donât want to die. Iâll do anything just donât hurt meâ you begged.Â
âI donât like when you call me by my first name, it makes me feel like Iâm in troubleâ Suna commented, a soft pout on his lips. This time his hands are traveling further down the inside of your pants until his fingers are tracing over your covered slit. You wish you could fight his touch but youâre too scared to upset him.
âRin, I donât wanna pretend anymore. I just wanna go homeâ Youâre starting to cry and he doesnât need to look at your face to know that tears are pouring out of your eyes.
You act like youâre strong but the second youâre faced with a challenge, you crack like glass. So easy to read. Maybe thatâs why he likes you so much.
âYou wanna go home? Go ahead and ask the twins for help. But I donât if theyâll be that compliantâ Suna suggested. Heâs right. Heâs always right.
âI like you. I donât think Iâve ever been so infatuated with a person like this before. So Iâll give you two choices. You could either go beg the twins to take you away from this âhell houseâ or
you can become my pretty wifeâ
 You don't want any of that. You want to run far far away. But heâll catch you like he did the first time and then he might actually kill you.
âSo, what will it be, princess?â He repeats, forcing you to break from your silence. That nickname, it always appears when his true colors are shown. You're starting to hate that word because now you associate it with danger.
âHow do I know you wonât kill me,â you ask, in the quietest voice, afraid of his answer. He chuckles at your question, raises his head from your shoulder, and smiles.
âBecause I'll never get bored of you.â
Thatâs all it takes. You nod your head, not wanting to hear yourself agree to stay. To be his, forever.
He leans over, lips almost touching yours, narrow eyes with an unwearying stare forcing you to look at him.Â
âYou know how to keep quiet, donât you Mrs. Suna?â
Thatâs when his wandering fingers finally slip beneath your panties and youâre reminded that Osamu and Atsumu are right behind the door in front of you. âRin, not hereâ you begged, squirming to get out of his grip, only for him to hold you tighter.
âWhy not? Atsumu would probably wanna hear, that fuckinâ freakâ Suna laughed. Just as you were about to utter an argument, youâre cut short by the painfully slow pumping of Sunaâs fingers, thrusting into your cunt. You feel weak.
Instead of telling him to stop, your words cut into a breathy moan and Suna is forced to lean over to your ear.
â Careful, princess. You donât want them to hear you.â He whispered a reminder, tongue poking out of his mouth to lick a stripe down your neck, causing you only to tighten around his long thrusting fingers.Â
â Try to argue with me but I can feel how wet you are. Maybe youâre the crazy one huh? Or maybe itâs both of us. Guess we're soulmates thenâ heâs talking more than he usually does. Maybe because he knows you're scared to get caught.
Or maybe heâs drunk on the success of your agreement to your engagement. Doesnât matter because heâs only getting more confident, pulling down the neckline of your shirt as long as your bra with his other hand, groping the soft skin of your breast all while his thumb is massaging your clit.
Fuck- youâre so close and heâs so fucking hard, forced to grind his painful erection against your back.
You feel pathetic when you're uncontrollably humping his ruthless fingers, chasing your high.Â
When you hear him chuckle from behind you, most likely realizing your movement- he has no right to sound so fucking sexy.
âCanât believe you were begging me to stop, arenât you just the prettiest liar.â He mumbles.
And youâre finishing on his fingers, legs shaking, eyes tearing up, your hands covering your mouth muffling uncontrollable moans.
Suna slowly pulls his hands out of your pants, bringing his drenched fingers into your mouth, disgustedly making you clean his fingers, tasting yourself.Â
He spins you towards him, leaning over to wipe off your smeared make up, fixing your appearance for you because you are all too stunned by what has just occurred.
Just on time, Atsumu and Osamu are opening the door, both surprised to see you.
â Holy fuck- how long were you two standing there" Atsumu called out. You both turn around to look at them, Suna wrapping one arm around your shoulder, pulling you to his side.
âWe just walked in actuallyâ Suna lied for your sake.
â WellâŠWow! look at the time- â Atsumu said, checking his watch, pretending to read the time. âItâs getting late, ainât it? Iâm a bit too tired to driveâŠguess me and Osamu gotta stay over the nightâ Atsumu whistled.
Holy fuck- Atsumu and Osamu still think they have a chance with you.Â
Youâre beginning to tremble at Sunaâs side, fully not trusting him to protect you.
âIâll call you two an uber,â Suna says blankly.
You could see Atsumu grit his teeth, not knowing why he wasnât getting rewarded for his âefforts.â
âWell- can we at least visit tomorrowâ Osamu questioned, trying to hint if theyâll at least have a chance to fuck your dead corpse.
Sick mother fuckers. Just like Suna- maybe even worse.
âNext time weâll see you is at our weddingâ Suna smiled passively aggressively, knowing he just pissed off the twins.
Atsumu is about to open his mouth, most likely attending to spoil the truth because Suna ruined all of his âfun.â But Osamu stops him by gripping the back of Atsumuâs shirt.
â No need to argue with an old friend. Weâll leave⊠just call us next time when weâre allowed to come overâ Osamu sighed.
Then they proceed to leave. Not without Atsumu forcing you into a hug, his hand dangerous lying on your lower back, a final act of perversion. They leave and youâre left alone with Suna and his narrow eyes are locked on yours.Â
âCould fuck you here or on the bed. Pick oneâ
There is no option to deny him. He is going to be your husband after all.
âBed.â
Heâs not even letting you walk there, probably thinking youâll move too slowly for his liking. So he's picking you up effortlessly because of his muscular arms, delivering you to the bedroom before and tossing you onto the mattress. Heâs on top of you in a heartbeat, his hands tugging off your clothes, not caring if youâre telling him to slow down because theyâll rip.
Heâll buy you a new one- fuck heâll buy you anything youâd want as long as he gets to fuck that tight pussy of yours.
Your heart is slipping at the sound of his belt unbuckling, too nervous to look at the sight of him sliding down any of the clothes covering his hard cock.
âFuckinâ you raw, yeah? Doesnât matter anymore since weâll be married soonâ Suna clicks his tongue, holding his heavy cock in his hands, pressing his leaking tip against your hole.
You shake your head frantically, âDonât please Rin- donât do that to meâ you shuttered.
â What? Ya afraid youâll conceive the devilâs reincarnation? For what itâs worth, princess, if the devil is real.Â
Itâs me.â
Without another argument heâs forcing himself into your shameless cunt causing a gasp to slip out of your mouth, not waiting for you to adjust until heâs fucking you into the bed. Youâre holding onto everything but him. And he doesnât like this- itâs not wife behavior is it?
So he leans over and painfully bites into your collarbone, â hurt me back.â He commands.
And you give him exactly what he wants, slipping your hands under his shirt, digging your nails into his toned back, causing him to only get fuck you harder like it a competition on who can break the quickest.
Youâre not holding back your moans- thankful for the lack of people near you, only giving Suna the privilege of hearing them.
Once you orgasm for the second time that night, heâs switching positions and forcing you to take him on his lap, his back resting on the bed frame.
You know what he wants you to do but youâre already so tired, you drowsily shake your head, hoping heâll stop, and let finally you sleep.
Except all you do is annoy him, hissing under his breath as his hands grip your hips, forcing you to bounce on his cock, overstimulating your insides.
â Slow down, Rin-â you asked, knowing he wonât let you stop but at least the idea of slowing down seems possible.
âYou wanna go slow, princess? Then you gotta do it yourselfâ he commented. You hesitate before nodding your head, thinking itâs a better option than letting him fuck you relentlessly.
His hands go behind his head while yours leans over on his thigh, slowly pushing yourself up, sucking in your breath and you sink back down.
Suna whistled at the sight of you fucking yourself on his cock, acting like the perfect wife.Â
Heâs moving the hair out of your face before wrapping his hands around your neck, freaking you out as he lightly squeezes the sides of your neck. The action is causing you to stop your movement.
âDid I tell you to stop?â He asked, tightening the grip around your neck, making it harder to breathe, a growing light-headed.
Your hands are shaking as youâre lifting yourself up and down on his cock. Itâs humiliating, knowing youâre getting off because of him- how easily he has control of your body
âSay youâll stayâ he pants, chest heaving, feeling your cunt squeezing on his cock because of his husky voice.
â Say youâll stay forever. Canât ever leave my side, princess. Dont think I can live without this pussyâ he asks, face flushed.
â Iâll stayâRinâ you managed to croak out with the tightness around your neck.
Thatâs all he needs until heâs leaning over to your torso, hands moving to grip your waist, forcing you to stay still on his cock, cumming deep into your pussy.
You think thatâll be it for tonight until heâs pulling back and kissing you, tongue slipping into your mouth, hands moving to grope your breast again until heâs hard once more.
Heâs manhandling you until youâre on your hands and knees. He's behind you, watching your legs shake as he guides his cock back into your stuffed pussy, fucking his leaking cum back into you.
Youâre screaming from overstimulation, tears soaking the bed sheet under your eyes, hands gripping onto the bed sheet. You feel like youâre being crushed when he presses his chest against your back, his arms wrapped around your lower stomach, cock bullying your insides.
Heâs never this energetic.
And youâre also never this honest, finally admitting to knowing the truth behind this charade. But you tell him youâll stay isnât something he believes in.
â Bet youâre thinking about leavinâ when Iâm asleep, yeah?â He huffed against the nape of your neck.
âYouâd probably find a way to kill me first though. Youâre not dumb enough to think I wonât find youâ he uttered, talking to you as if heâs not fucking you into oblivion.
â Doesnât matter if mâdead or not. Iâll always be with you- every second til the day you fuckin' die, you'll be thinking about me. dreaming about me. haunted by me. So donât you dare test me. Just be good and Iâll be good back. I fuck you good as wellâ he adds, his finger rubbing your swollen clit while his hips are forcing you to the edge, squeezing his cock so hard he canât pull out to cum- not like he was going to do in the first place.
Suna lifts himself and rolls you to the side, admiring your fucked out expression, how youâre staring at the ceiling, chest heaving as you recover from your intense orgasm.
â Maybe if fuck a baby into you. You wouldn't be able to leave,âSuna commented, the lack of playfulness in his tone suggested to you that he was actually serious about the idea of knocking you up.
â I'm not - I not planning on leavingâ I wonât do it, Rin. Iâm telling the truthâ you babbled, crying at the idea of going another round, hands frantically wiping down tears that felt never-ending.
Suna chuckles because for once, he believes you. He leans over and kisses your cheek sweetly.
âIâll be nice and give you a morning-after pill I got laying around somewhere afterward, yeah? Iâll take care of you, but you gotta take care of me,â he cooed.
You are too cute. So much more innocent than Suna is- never committing the horrendous crimes heâs done. And he thinks you begging him to spare you from sex is so much more exciting than you begging him for your life.
But to you- it feels like youâre begging for the same thing. Youâll die if he fucks you again- that your body is too overstimulated and exhausted.
That doesnât stop him- nothing will really, from getting hard, thrusting into you again. You donât know when he stopped fucking you- was it after you passed out the third time? Or did he continue ever after that? When itâs over, youâre half awake, back leaning on his chest, his hand ushering you to take the suggested birth control in his hand. Then slowly tilt the glass of water down your mouth. While you manage to drink the refreshing liquid, you get a glance of the mess between your spread legs, cum shameless dripping out and you wish you never met him.
Youâre awake and you donât feel physically dirty, the evidence of cum wiped off your legs by Suna while you were sleeping.Â
If he hadnât marked your body with his teeth and hands, youâd almost pretend last night was nonexistent. Plus the aroma coming from him cooking from the kitchen downstairs only ruins the fantasy even more.
Maybe youâll run away one day and get away with it. But you canât say you could ever truly escape, Suna.
Because that would just make you a liar.
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âđ Can I Get Your Number? âđ Ch 28
Jason Todd x (f)Chubby!Reader
written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, NSFW, MDNI, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with!
warnings/labels: brief description of vigilante medical procedures, fluff, smut, oral sex (female receiving), vaguely femdom vibes, Jason has a mommy kink, female orgasm
wc: 3.5k
Chapter Selection
My last day at the diner came and went. I hadn't expected much, but leaving like it was any other day felt so anticlimactic. The manager barely nodded to me on my way out. I dropped my uniform off in the office, headed out, and hopped on the bus.
Jason: Hey doll, what time will you be home?
4:30pm
Me: 20 minutes or so. Why?
4:33pm
Jason: Got a surprise for you, to celebrate!
4:34pm
Me: Aww, babe! :) You didn't have to!
4:35pm
Jason: Course I did! đ
4:37pm
Me: đ
4:38pm
I got off the bus at my stop; Steph grinned when she saw me and hopped off the bus bench to hug me. âThere you are! Congrats on your last day!â
I laughed, leading the way to my apartment. âThanks! You know about this surprise then?â
âOf course I do! I'm here to help you get ready.â She beamed, following me into my building.
âOk ⊠so what kind of surprise is this? Should I eat before we go, or will there be food there?â We trudged up the stairs to my floor, and I opened the door.
âThere will be food. You've got time for a quick shower if you want one, and then it's time to get ready!â
I nodded, tossing my purse on the couch. âGreat, and I'm assuming you'll want to pick an outfit for me?â
âYep! Bedroom's through here?â She walked into my room and threw my closet open.
âMake yourself at home I guess.â I chuckled; âI think I will shower. There's some juice in the fridge if you want a drink. Glasses are above the microwave.â
âThanks!â She called out, going through my clothes while I tucked into the bathroom to shower. â... You don't own enough red!â
I laughed harder at that; âoh I don't, huh? ⊠I take it Jace likes seeing me in his color?â
âOf course he does! It marks his ⊠territory ⊠oohhhh~â she giggled, popping her arm into the bathroom. In her hand was a red and black lace lingerie set I'd bought recently; âis this for a particular occasion, or can I insist you wear it tonight?â
I coughed, trying to sound casual; âI ... I just liked it I guess?â
âUh-huh ⊠Jay's gonna lose his mind when he sees it~â
I chuckled softly; âSteph, do you really want to talk about this?â
âWhy not?â
â... He's your brother?? Isn't that weird for you?â
âHun, you know we're not really related, right? Besides, I'm an honorary member of the family at best.â She giggled.Â
â... Ok.â I shrugged.
 âYeah. So, ⊠this set; yes to wearing it tonight?â
I slowly nodded; âyeah, that's fine.â
âExcellent. Now shower.â She waved me off, and I closed the door before hopping in the shower.
When I got out, she had selected a red silky top and a pair of black pants for me to wear, and had changed into a nice purple dress of her own. I got dressed, and we did our hair and makeup before heading down to the parking lot where she pulled me along to a black car.
âAre you going to tell me where we're going yet?â
âNope!â She giggled, turning the radio up; âjust sit back and enjoy the ride!â
I shrugged, texting Jason to let him know we were leaving the apartment. He sent back a thumbs up, and Steph drove through the city. We crossed the train tracks, heading into a nicer part of town, and eventually she parked in a shopping district. She led me down a walking path and into a Chinese restaurant, where the hostess took us back to a private room.
I felt my cheeks turning pink when the hostess opened the door; our friends were all around a table, laughing and talking. Stellaâs head shot up as the door opened. She beamed, jumping up to pull me into a hug; âthere she is! I was starting to think you'd never show up!â
Dick grinned from his seat; âhey! How's your last day in the service industry feelinâ?â
âWoah!â I grinned, hugging Stella back. âHey Stell! Itâs a bit unreal, honestly.â
There were several hugs and chattered congratulations until Damian grabbed ahold of my arm and pulled me into the seat between him and Jason. âLet her breathe, everyone.â
His hand lingered on mine for a moment and I gently squeezed it. âHey kiddo! Did you have a good day?â
He nodded once, squeezing back before releasing me. Jason gently rubbed my back, smiling softly. âGood surprise?â
I smiled brightly, kissing his cheek; âvery good surprise! Thank you, Jay~â
Servers began bringing several large family style plates, and everyone started taking what they wanted. We ate and talked, basking in the joy of being together. Stella became fast friends with Steph and Duke; they were almost in their own world on the other side of the table. Once we were mostly done with dinner, Babs wheeled over to offer me a small box.
âGift time!â She smiled brightly.
âYou guys got me gifts too?â I blushed a bit, grinning.
âYouâre going into medical school, of course we got you gifts!â Steph grinned.
âJust a few things, to help with school.â Jason smiled softly. I opened the box, grinning.
âThat's the newest WayneTech phone - most secure system with the fastest processor on the market!â Babs smiled brightly. Her meaning was clear to me; Bruce had promised me a secured device for everyone to get in contact with me when they needed medical assistance. Clearly Babs had set something up in this new phone.
âThanks Babs!â I grinned, hugging her.
She hugged back, whispering; âwe'll go over everything later.â
Tim and Dick pushed a box into my hands next; a brand new laptop. They assured me it would be perfect for my school needs, and Tim started rambling about its many top of the line selling points. I chuckled, giving them both a quick hug and thanking them. Stella offered me a gift bag next, beaming. She'd bought me a pair of safety toe nurses shoes; comfortable and professional, but still cute! Stephanie and Duke gave me a gorgeous leather messenger bag. Damian and Cass gave me an electronic notebook that would transfer my handwritten notes to a file on my new laptop. Finally, Jason offered me a jewelry box. I kissed him softly before opening it. Inside was a gold necklace with a garnet pendant.
I gasped softly, looking up at him; âJay, it's beautiful! Thank you~â
Dick chuckled playfully; âoh, I see. The rest of us are told âbring practical gifts' all so you can show off with something pretty.â
Jason smirked a bit. âTim got you jewelry for the gala. It was about time I get you something beautiful too.â I held my hair out of the way while he helped me put the necklace on, kissing my shoulder when he was done.
Stella cooed at that, making me blush a bit. âAwww, that's so cute~â
âDid you ever get that jewelry back, by the way?â Dick frowned a bit. I nodded, admiring the way the pendant sparkled between my breasts.
âYep. Like ⊠a month later.â
Jason chuckled, stroking my hair gently; ânow you've got a necklace to match.â
Tim hesitantly smiled; âso ⊠you're not still mad about that?â
âDon't push your luck.â Jason instantly shot a sharp look in his direction. I shushed him gently, squeezing his hand. I kissed his knuckles, delighting in the pink flush that spread across his cheeks. After a sigh, he leaned against me, smiling softly.
âYou all have been so wonderful to me, thank you!â I smiled brightly at the group. Everyone grinned, each assuring me that it was nothing. Dessert and tea was brought out for us, Jason paid the bill when it came, and I got more hugs and congratulations as we all made our way to the parking lot. I saw Stephanie and Stella exchange phone numbers before going their separate ways. I followed Jay to his car, hugging his arm. Damian helped us carry my gifts, giving me a quick hug before running off to hop in the car with Duke and Cass.
âTonight was wonderful. ⊠You're amazing, baby, you know that?â I grinned, leaning against Jason happily.
He chuckled softly, opening my door for me; âwhat was it you said at the gala? ⊠'the bar is on the floor'?â
I chuckled, sliding into my seat. âYou gonna fix that for me?â
He smirked softly, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to my lips. He pulled back ever so slightly, whispering; âthatâs a promise~â
Jason got in the car, driving back to my apartment. After a while, his hand slid from the steering wheel to my knee.
âI do have two more gift ideas to discuss with you, now that we're alone.â
I chuckled softly; âoh my. What kind of gifts would require a discussion?â
âWell, these are kinda ⊠bigger. But I think it's a good time for them, if you're interested.â
âOk, I'm listening?â I gently squeezed his hand on my knee. He squeezed back, smiling a bit.
âWell, first I was thinking âhow are you going to get to GU? It's on the other side of the city.â And while I would be happy to take you to school every day, something tells me you're going to insist on taking the bus most of the time.â
I nodded. âThe bus works just fine; there's no reason for you to spend that much time driving me around after patrolling all night when we have a perfectly good bus system.â
âRight. But I checked - it's an hour ride each way. And you're the primary contact for Damian's school now. His school isn't near a bus stop. What if you need to pick him up? And how are you gonna get to those PTA meetings?â
I frowned. âI know. It's a bit of a walk, but it's not terrible. I'll make it work.â
âWell, if you're interested, I could teach you how to drive. And when you've got your license I'll get you a bike or a car, whatever you prefer. That way you don't have to âmake it work', you can just do what you need to do.â
I blinked a bit. â... Woah. ⊠Jay, that's ⊠a lot.â
âI know. That's why I didn't bring it up with the others. It's just something for you to consider. You don't have to decide right now.â He squeezed my hand, bringing it to his lips; âI just want you to have the option.â
I nodded, smiling softly. âThank you, Jason. I'll think about it. ⊠You said there were two gifts we had to discuss?â
He nodded. âRight. The other is a bit more complicated. ⊠I ⊠don't like when I have to go home alone anymore. I like spending the night at your place, or having you at mine. I like waking up with you in my arms, and making breakfast, and watching TV together in the evenings, and knowing you're safe cause you're right there in the room with meâŠâ
I blinked a bit, grinning. âAre you ⊠asking to move in with me?â
âWell, yes and no ⊠if you want to stay where you are, then yes. But Damian also comes over most weekends, and ⊠frankly, I don't love sharing the bed with him all the time. I wanna cuddle my girl, or ⊠you know, other stuff, and I can't cause the fricken demon child is right thereâŠâ he frowned a bit, âso, if you're open to it, maybe we could look at new places? Bigger places.â
I grinned, squeezing his hand tighter. âY- yeah, that sounds nice! ⊠We'd probably need a minimum of three bedroomsâŠâ
He grinned and nodded. âThree?â
âOne for us, one for Damian, and one for the clinic. If I have to dig bullets out of someone's body, or set a broken bone, or who knows what else, Iâd probably want them spending the night so I can monitor them.â
He nodded. âGood call, so three or four bedrooms, maybe we should be looking at houses? It'll be a lot easier to hide random visitors popping in and out at odd hours in a house rather than try to justify them climbing through an apartment fire escape.â
I nodded, grinning. âYeah, definitely. Unless someone looks too close, it'll just look like we're college kids constantly having friends over. Plus, having a garage would be nice.â
Jason nodded, parking at my apartment. He cupped my cheek, grinning. âYou're really interested?â
I nodded, kissing him gently. âOf course I am, baby~ I don't like sleeping without you next to me anymore either.â
He beamed, kissing back. âThank god for thatâŠâ
I giggled, rubbing the tips of our noses together. âYou were worried?â
âJust ⊠it's a big step, and we hadn't discussed anything like this yet.â
I smiled softly, kissing him again. âI choose you, forever. Of course I want to live with you~ If you want, you can stay at mine until we have a place that's ours, or I can come live with you. It doesn't matter to me, as long as it's us.â
Jason grinned, kissing back before getting out of the car. I gathered my presents from the trunk and he scooped me up, carrying me up the stairs to the apartment. I wrapped my arms around his neck, giggling softly. Inside, he let me down in the bedroom, nuzzling my neck.
I set the boxes on my bedside table and turned back to him, kissing him softly; â... Think you can help me out of this?â
He tilted his head, blinking a bit. Nothing about my outfit required assistance to remove, and he definitely knew it, but he slowly nodded anyway. âUm ... Sure?â
His hands slid down my sides to the hem of my shirt, sliding under it to pull the shirt over my head. âWhy am I âŠ. OhhhhhâŠâ
He grinned, cheeks turning bright pink as he stared at my red lace bra. His eyes flickered between mine and my chest, dropping the shirt in an unceremonious heap on the floor. His hands shook as he pulled my hips against his. â... Fuck, ma~ ⊠God, youâre stunning ⊠Red is such a great color on you.â
I grinned, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. âGlad you approve~ but you're not done, pretty boy~â
â... Huh?â He didnât seem to be fully aware of anything anymore. He was just staring at my chest, a little grin on his face.
 I giggled softly. Pressing two fingertips to the underside of his chin, I slowly tilted his face up to meet my eyes; âthe pants too, please?~â
In an instant they were pooling around my feet, and Jason was on his knees in front of me. He groaned softly, eyes wide as he stared up at me in awe. â... Th- they matchâŠâ
I giggled, running my fingers through his hair. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he tilted his head against my hand.
âThank you, sweetie~â I purred, stepping out of my pants and turning toward my dresser. The distraught whine that followed made me giggle more. I turned back, raising an eyebrow as Jason stared up at me. â... Is something wrong, my love?~â
â... Y- you're not gonna cover that up, are ya?â He almost looked like he was gonna pout about it.
I chuckled, sitting on the bed. âDo you not want me to?â
He surged forward grabbing my knees. âNo! No I do not!â
âOh! Well alright then~â I tried to sound surprised, shrugging. âThat's all you had to say, darling~â
He groaned softly, kissing my knee. âFuck ⊠ya can't tease me like this, doll~ ⊠gonna kill meâŠâ
âWell I certainly don't want that ⊠maybe I should put some pj's onâŠâ
âDon't you dare.â An almost feral growl ripped through him as he stared up at me. âYou just sit right there, and don't move.â
I shivered, chewing on my lower lip, purring softly; âah~ o- ok, baby~ whatever you want~â
He grinned, kissing up my thigh. â... you did this on purpose ⊠right? Gettin' me all riled up ⊠can't tease me like this⊠fuckâŠâ
I giggled, stroking his hair softly. âN- not trying to tease you, Jay~â
âBullshit.â He smirked up at me, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed; âwearing my colors, looking so damn sexy, having me undress you like a fuckinâ present on Christmas morning, you're being a tease~ you want something from me, don't ya?â
I grinned, biting my lower lip. â... Maybe~ ⊠if you wanna âŠâ
He grinned, wrapping his arms under my legs so they slid onto his shoulders. âOh, I wanna~â
He pressed gentle kisses to my inner thigh, slowly inching closer and closer to my panties. I groaned softly, laying back on the bed. Finally, he was hovering above my clothed core, looking up at me. He whispered huskily; â... This is ok?âÂ
I whimpered softly, nodding. âOh yes~ please, baby~â
He slowly pressed a kiss to my clothed folds. I moaned softly, shivering as he hooked a thumb under my panties, sliding them to the side. â... Fuck, you look incredible~ can ⊠can I have a taste?â
I groaned, nodding quickly. âDear god, yes! Jay please!â
He leaned forward, slowly sliding his tongue between my folds. My legs tensed around him, instinctually trying to bring him in closer, and I felt him chuckle against me. The tip of his tongue flicked against my clit, making me gasp as he began licking up the slickness that was already coating my folds. He groaned appreciatively, pressing his tongue in deeper.
My hand shot out to grasp his hair, gripping him tight as he explored my entrance. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding my legs firmly in place. I panted and whimpered, clinging to him desperately as he slowly coaxed my orgasm closer and closer. Everything was so hot, and I could barely gasp for breath. My muscles tensed up, silently demanding more, and my core throbbed needily with every groan and moan that Jason poured into me.
âOh fuck, baby girl~ tastes amazing~â he pulled me closer, pressing his tongue in deep. My back arched as I cried out, gripping the sheets desperately for something to ground myself.
âJ- Jay~ s- so close~â
He grinned against me, licking and sucking more, and soon the tightening spring in my stomach gave way to an overwhelming wave of warmth and pleasure. I gasped sharply, letting out a high pitched whine as I collapsed against the mattress, trembling. Jason moaned softly, slowly pulling back.
He licked his lips, grinning up at me; âdamn~ that was incredible~â
I giggled breathlessly; âthat's my line.â
âYou'll have to share it with me then.â He kissed my inner thigh, stroking my hips.
âMhh~ if you insist, cutie~â I chuckled softly. âYour turn?â
âMy turn?â He tilted his head.
I slowly sat up, groaning softly. âYeah? Do you want me to reciprocate?â
He blinked a bit, blushing. âUh ⊠d- do you want to?â
âIf you're interested.â I grinned, holding out a hand. He leaned against it so my fingers ended up in his hair, and he awkwardly chewed on his lower lip.
âI ⊠I dunno âŠâ
âWe don't have to if you don't want.â I stroked his hair, smiling gently. âWe never have to do anything.â
He nodded slowly. â... M- maybe next time?â
I nodded. âMaybe next time. What do you want to do right now?â
â... Is it entirely stupid if I say I just want to hold you?â He blushed a bit, kissing my palm.
I giggled and slid off the bed, into his lap. âNo, it's not stupid. You can hold me all you want~â
He smiled brightly, shifting so he was leaning against the bed with me in his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, snuggling against him happily.
âLove you~â
He kissed my jaw, purring softly; âlove you more, lilâ mama~â
I sighed happily, lazily playing with his hair. His hands slowly trailed from my hips to my shoulders and back down my spine. The world melted away, and sweet exhaustion took over my body.
Ding! Jason sighed, fishing his phone out of his pocket; âGod, what now-...â
I frowned, looking up at him as he trailed off. His entire body was tense, and he was staring at his phone like it had just turned into a two headed snake. â... Baby?â
He pulled me closer, frowning deeply. âWe're not going to the manor for training this week. I'll take you to the gym instead.â
âWhat? Jace, we've been over this, I -â
âNo.â He snapped; âthis is important. We're not going anywhere near the manor until I say otherwise. Got it?â
I flinched a bit at his harsh tone, frowning. â... Ok. ⊠Why?â
â... Damian's mother is in town.â
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Ruben Dias x Wife Reader (Part 2)
Part 1
Hi! I really got so happy that you guys liked the part 1. I hope you will like this too.English is not my mother language so please excuse me for mistakes. Feedbacks are welcomed, enjoy <3
You climbed the stairs making too much effort. Your first pregnancy was not like this hard. But this time, it's complicated. After you climbed half of the stairs you stopped and took a few big breathes. Ruben was in the downstairs making noises you had no idea where they are coming from. You thought he was picking up his shoes. After you climbed the whole stairs you said to yourself, yes!, because it was really hard.
You waddled to your son's room, door was open. There were teeth brushing noises coming from his bathroom. You watched him while he is brushing. Oh, in your eyes he is the biggest man in the world. He can talk, he can sleep alone and he doesn't like it when you bath him! He is not the baby in the bassinet crying for you, looking for your skin anymore.
But while you are thinking all of this you thought you need to step up because he was being too harsh with his teeth. "Oh, oh buddy calm down, calm down." You took his hand and guided him. "You need to be gentle, remember? We have talked about this before, like this."
Brushing was over, you helped him get off the chair. He ran to the books and started to yell "I want Portuguese, Portuguese!" while bouncing. You started to collecting Portuguese books for him and said "Which one do you want?". He pulled one of the books from your hand and started waving in the air. You walked to the bed with him, he got in first.
"Come on mommy be fast"
"I am coming Teo, look i am huge."
"You are not huge mom you are pregnant." said while giving you a dead ass look.
Did he really pick this book? Really? He had dozens of books but he picked this one? Like he is doing this on purpose. Eu Amo Meu Papai (I love my dad).
Ruben's POV
Ruben scrathed his scalp while she was climbing the stairs. Wanted to help her like he always does, but he thought this time she will shove him. So he continued to clean his shoes but no. He just can't do it. He threw the cloth in his hand, it made cleaners fell. Collected all the shoes and put them in their bags.
"You are not in the football world." said to her. He thought, am i wrong though? Maybe he was, maybe he was not. He couldn't decide. He said in his head "She still sees me like the day we first met; strong and solid. But she is forgetting one thing: my age." That's why he said those sentences. And the word she said about "not seeing her as a soulmate?" Crap. "I was not under of a another man." Total bullshit. She can't.
The best thing he can do right now is fall into coma without dying: sleeping. So he went upstairs, his family's voices became more distinct as he walked towards his room.
"Did you like it?"
"Yes, mĂŁe. Your Portuguese is getting better also." He giggled at Teo's words.
"What! My Portuguese is always nice. Look at yours."
"Papai talks better."
"Of course he talks better, he is Portuguese." Something in Ruben's heart always melted when he acknowledge his identity: talking Portuguese, watching Portuguese cartoons or wanting to wear Portugal jersey.
Reader's POV
You ruffled his hair while saying "Of course he talks better, he is Portuguese." This boy always surprises you with his words.
"Teo, i am sorry for what happened. I should not yell." You played with his ears and said "Sorry ears"
"Maybe you should say sorry to papai's ears too." You looked at him. Gosh, he is literally Ruben's twin. You literally gave birth to another Ruben.
"Should i?"
"Can we go -yawns- to the papai's game?" You understood the signals he is giving and started to caress his head and hair. That's the trick for falling asleep. Right that time, door opened and you saw your husband. Ruben slowly entered the room, he was very careful not to make any noise. You made eye contact for a moment but quickly looked away from his eyes. He stretched his long and muscular arm towards your son's head and caressed his cheek. He slowly brought his head closer to Teo's face and left a small kiss on his other cheek. At that moment you smelled him, his presence almost crushed you. His neck was literally displaying itself right in front of your eyes. But remember, you guys had a fight. Fight.
You slowly removed your arm from under Teo's head. You need a help for getting up and here he is. Ruben stretched out his hands to you, you grabbed them. If you were not angry with him, you would have kissed his hands. You stood up with his help, didn't say a word. You tucked Teo in bed, Ruben was walking in front of you. You adjusted the intensity of night lamp and walked out of the room. When you closed the room, you felt his existence behind you. You didn't turn to him. When you realize he is gone, you walked to your room. Ruben was folding his t-shirt, already in night clothes. He doesn't like waking up to the pile of clothes all messy. You entered bathroom, took the toothbrush in one hand and the toothpaste in the other. Thanks to the big bathroom mirror, you could see Ruben. After brushing you applied your lip and face moisturizer and hopped to the another care routine which is Ruben found "unnecessary". Brushing hair! Well Ruben does not find brushing hair unnecessary, he founds brushing hair for 10 mins unnecessary. You deal with hair loss due to pregnancy, whatever you try does not help. So you find yourself brushing your hair for at least 10 mins. Maybe it makes worse, but when you do not brush it, there is always a big pile of hair on your pillow which makes you sad.
Ruben was laying on his back. Eyes fully open. Right to the ceiling. He opened duvet for you and you saw your pregnancy pillow placed like you always did. Was he saying sorry through his acts?
You sat on the bed, leaning your back against the headboard. Looked at him, still glued his eyes to the ceiling.
"Did your ears get hurt too?" you asked. He turned his head towards you. "What?" he said with a little smile.
"I asked a very clear question." After your response, he stopped lying on the bed and sat instead of it.
"Y/n, look at me." he cupped your face. His hands, you loved his hands. Always made you so safe: holding them, his hand on your thigh while driving, wandering around your body, his long fingers around your neck. Best necklace in the world.
Altough you think like that, you looked at him with a attidute and said, "I do not think i said something wrong. I am right about what i said."
"Yes i know but you need to listen to me also. I am so happy and blessed to have you in my life. I know no matter what happens, you are my number one supporter, you will stand with me. I am so happy for our family." caressed your belly, "So much i can not put into words. I said those words because football is changing, i am changing Y/n. Last game, i fucked up. Fucked up everything. Like it was not me playing. Then when i was in the changing room, sitting while i am disgusting with my performance, i saw them." You looked at him with interested eyes. "I saw my opponets. Yes opponets. They are my teammates but that was the first time i saw them as a opponent. With their young and stable bodies, they came and sat in front of me. I saw myself in them, when i was in Benfica, i always waited for some one to drop so i can get in the game. Y/n i am getting old."
"You are not getting old! You are just 32."
"That means i am getting old minha vida (my life). " said while caressing your arm.
"Nowadays footballers play until they are 40. You are no where close to 40 Ruben."
"I know but that does not relax me. There are people coming behind me and waiting for me not to play. One game, just one game me playing bad, that's it. That's their chance to shine. And i do not want others shine. Not yet."
You felt insane discomfort in your body. His words were like rain, storm. You could not do anything but stand.
"I really appreciate your support and trust towards me and i am sorry for what i said. You are my everything, my world. Like you are Earth and i am Moon, hovering around you. I am so sorry Y/n, i just feel so much pressure. I should not acted like that with you. And while Teo was there."
All your guard is down right now. You hugged him, felt sorry for him. Left a few pecks around his neck and shoulder. He looked at you with smiling eyes firstly but they changed so quick like he remembered something. He distanced himself.
"What? Am i smelling? I took a shower this morning." You started to sniff yourself.
"No no you are not. I just remembered something. Forbidden words, you said them." You did not understand his point.
"You talked about another man remember?"
You burst out laughing.
"No, stop laughing stop it." He tried to close your mouth but no, you did not stop laughing. You pulled the duvet over yourself, he spooned you with his body.
"As i said before, i am right about my words, i said facts. I was under you not any other man."
"I know amor i know. You are only mine."
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Champagne & Sunshine (Pt. 4)
JJ Maybank x Reader
a/n: okay so maybe this wasn't as bad as I thought? Idk, it's been so long since I posted any new work so I'm still working back in to my feral energy lol. but i had this written up soooo long ago and just never posted it so here is part 4. I'm ready to just move forward lol. I hope you guys enjoy! I'll do better next time.
warnings: smut smut smut, deepthroating, language, angst, also the POV goes back and forth? sorry, I wrote this so long ago
word count: 3.8k+
You rolled over to where the sun burned your eyes and you cringed. Forever forgetting to shut the blinds. You could feel JJâs arm draped over you and the events of last night came flooding back. You had sex with your best friend.
It wasnât that you didnât want to. JJ was pretty as fuck. But he was also your best friend. The best friend you were pining over since the day you met him. Were you together now? Was it a one night stand? Shit, you could use Marleyâs advice right now.Â
JJâs POV
Iâm fucking terrified to move. My arm is resting on her hip and it feels so right being there. But I spent the night inside my best friend and now Iâm terrified that sheâs going to leave. What exactly do I do in this situation?
Her hair is flowing beautifully into my face. She smells like pineapples and champagne like she always does. I never want this moment to end and I am frozen in fear. I lightly inhaled her scent, wanting to savor it forever. She stirred and sat up. Fuck. What do I do? Do I pretend to sleep?
She got up and went to her bathroom, closing the door behind her. I run my hands over my face and contemplate every life decision Iâve ever made. I just had sex with my dream girl and now Iâm scared Iâll lose her forever. She was vulnerable. Her sister is in the hospital and I fucking took advantage of her. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
âHey, Jayj?â Her sweet voice echoed from the otherside of the room.Â
I turned on my side and covered myself with her bedsheets. âWhatâs up?â
I noticed she was naked. She leaned against the doorframe. âDo you want to join me?â Hollyyyyy shit. She still wanted me. Play it cool.
âUh, yeah babe,â Babe???? I hopped out of bed and walked towards her slower than I had anticipated. She offered her hand and I took it, following her to the shower.Â
We both stepped in silently, letting the double shower heads run over us. She turned around and grabbed her body wash. âCould you get my back?â She asked as she handed it to me.
âOf course!â She turned around and moved her long hair over her shoulder. I began rubbing the soap over her back and I could feel myself growing at the contact. Her skin was perfectly golden and I wanted nothing more than to kiss it. But I held back.
She turned to me. âThank you,â She said in that honey coated voice that made my knees weak. She turned and began to wash the rest of her body. My eyes were fixed on her.Â
âY/n, look at me.â She paused for a moment. I donât know where the demand came from. She turned and looked at me, yesterdayâs makeup running down her face. Her big Bambi eyes staring into my soul with both sadness and need. âCan I touch you?â
She gave a half smile and stepped closer to me, moving my arms to wrap around her hips. She placed her arms gently on my shoulders and looked up into my eyes. âJJ, you made me feel so good last night.âÂ
I was growing harder, I knew it was pressing into her now. But she seemed to like it. I met her eyes. âYeah?â Was all I could manage. I ran a hand down her thigh and brought her leg up to wrap around my waist. She panted. I gained some confidence in this moment. I moved my other hand down her thigh. âGive me the other one,â I demanded and she obliged, hopping up and clinging to me for support.Â
âThis what you want?â I asked. She shook her head in desperate need. âUse your words.â
âPlease J, need you inside me.â She begged.
âGood girl,â I told her as I held her up and positioned myself at her entrance. I held her hips as I slid her down on my cock. Her nails dug into my neck as she held on. She shook slightly as she adjusted to me being inside her once again. âThis okay, baby?â
âYes,â She panted. âPlease make love to me.â
I kept one hand under her and the other found its way to her hair as I pressed her up against the tile wall. My forehead pressed against hers as I thrusted into her.Â
Y/nâs POV
My parents weren't home. Neither was Marley. I was so worried about her. I would go see her later. I would. And I would tell her about this. About the way JJ was fucking me into the wall right now.Â
I had my hand wrapped tightly in his blonde locks, his teeth buried in my shoulder as he fucked me ruthlessly. I panted as his head slid against my walls. I clenched around him and when he felt my teeth sink into him, he flipped.
We both fell to the shower floor, his cock still buried deep inside me. I let go and threw my head back. JJ kept one hand on my hip to guide me while he laced his other hand through my fingers for support. He was on the floor, water splashing in his face while I rode his dick. He brought his other hand to my clit and rubbed small circles. It felt so fucking good.Â
âThat feel good, baby girl?â He asked.Â
âYes, please donât stop!â I begged. He continued to massage my clit as he thrusted up into me. I couldnât help my eyes rolling back as I moaned loudly.
JJâs POV
I looked up at her beautiful face as she rode my cock. I couldnât believe this was happening. I ran my thumb through her folds. She was so soft and to see the way she melted at my touch was sending me over the edge. I didnât think I could hang on much longer. And then she did it. She came. I made her cum. She collapsed on me, vibrating uncontrollably as I felt her release around me. I couldnât control it and I came inside her. It felt so good. So right.Â
She whimpered a few more times as she rode out her high, and I pushed into her slowly.
Eventually, we both became still and I played with the tips of her hair as I always did when I was anxious. My cock still buried deep inside her.Â
She sat up and looked down at me. âUhm..can we go see Mars?âÂ
âYeah! Yeah, of course. Letâs get dressed,â I offered. She clutched my chest as I slowly grasped her hips and slipped her off me. I tried to control myself, focusing on her perfect face, but her expression was equally as sad as I left her body.
We both finished up showering and hopped out, she ran to her closet and threw on a simple outfit. Shorts and a Nirvana tee. She tossed me some of my clothes and I put them on quickly before handing her her bag.
Y/nâs POV
You stepped outside and remembered you had no car. You hair was a rats nest between tossing and turning all night and JJ fucking you relentlessly. But You didnât care. You just wanted to see your sister.
âI guess weâre walking.â JJ said and you smiled beneath your hair.Â
âGuess so,â You chuckled.Â
The two of you began your journey in silence. Walking side by side as you made your way to the hospital. You had no idea what to say to JJ. Your mind was torn. You wanted to make sure Marley was okay but you also hooked up with JJ twice and it was all running through your mind.
âY/n, I-â JJ began but was quickly cut off by your ringtone.
You pulled your phone out and saw it was your mother calling.Â
âHello?!â You answered quicklyÂ
âY/n! Are you okay?â
âYeah, mom. Me and JJ are on our way to the hospital. Howâs Marley?â
âOh good. Sheâs fine. Sheâs up and eating. Sheâs asking for you.â
âTell her Iâll be there in like 30 minutes.â
âWill do. See you soon, baby.â
You hung up the phone. âMars is awake.â
JJ took a sigh of relief. âThank God.â He said. âLetâs get you there. I know sheâs missing her sister.â
You smiled at him and moved forward. In silence.Â
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You finally arrived at the hospital and you rushed through the doors. You approached the front desk and asked âWhereâs Marley y/l/n? Iâm her sister.â
The nurse was friendly enough and directed you to her room. JJ followed close behind. You both busted through the door to see Marley sitting up and eating breakfast.Â
âMars!â You yelled, dropping your bag to the floor and running towards her.Â
She smiled as she embraced you in a hug. JJ smiled from the door.Â
Your mom and dad patted him on the shoulder as they stepped out of the room. âWeâll go get you all some food.âÂ
JJ just smiled and made his way to the other side of the room, plopping down on the couch and resting his elbows on his knees as he watched you and Marley catch up.Â
âAre you okay? Feeling better?â You asked.Â
âYes. Much better. They gave me anti-venom and some pain killers and they said I can leave this afternoon.â Marley told you.
You couldnât help the tears in your eyes. âIâm so sorry this happened, MarsâŠâ
Marley scoffed. âDonât be a little bitch, itâs not your fault.â She laughed as she ate her toast. âHey J!â She said.
âHey Mars!âÂ
âIâd love to get the fuck out of here and smoke a joint.â You laughed at Marleyâs boldness and gave JJ the puppy dog eyes, silently begging him to go pick up your car so you could talk to Marley alone.
JJ laughed. âOf course, Mars.â He said, leaning over and placing a kiss on her forehead. âGlad youâre okay.â
JJ left and Marley went back to her breakfast. You gave it about thirty seconds before you freaked out on Marley. You grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard.
âHoly fuck, what?!â She asked.
âMe and JJ slept together!â
âYou guys sleep together every night,â Marley said matter-of-factly.
âNo, Mars. We slept together.âÂ
Marley dropped her food. âAre you fucking serious?!â
âYes!â
You watched the smile spread across her face. âHow was it?â She asked.
âIt wasâŠperfect.âÂ
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JJ brought your car to the hospital. Marley insisted on riding home with you guys but your parents wouldnât have it. They trusted you and JJ but they didnât want to let Marley out of their sight for the next few days.
âWeâll meet you at home, Mars. Weâre gonna pick up the pizza!â You told her as you hugged her goodbye.Â
âPepperoni and onion,â She demanded. âDonât be late,â She said with a wink.Â
JJ was driving your car and you climbed into the passenger seat. âOkay, letâs go pick up the pizza.âÂ
âI donât have to come over.â JJ said.
âWhat? Why wouldnât you come over?â
JJ shrugged. âYou guys need family time.â
You turned in your seat to face him. âJ, you are family.âÂ
JJ looked down at his hands, thinking about something. âI just donât want to make you uncomfortable.â
âWhy would you make me uncomfortable?â
JJ leaned back and turned his gaze to you. âCan we talk about what happened?â
You took a deep breath and looked back at him. âYeah, of course. What do you want to talk about?â
âWas itâŠreal? Do you actually want me like that or were you just trying to escape?Â
âWhat do you mean escape?â
âI donât know, youâve been through a lot and maybe I was just a crutchâŠâ
âAre you serious right now?!â You yelled. âYou think Iâm just fucking you as a distraction?!âÂ
âI didnât mean-â
âGet out.â You demanded.
âY/n..â
âGet OUT!â You screamed, bringing your feet up to kick him out the door. He obliged and got out. You slid into the driver's seat and sped off, leaving JJ behind.Â
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You once again sat in your room without JJ. Depressed as fuck. Marley sat beside you as you played reruns of the Kardashians. Luckily, Marley was still tired from her time in the hospital and she smoked a fat joint to herself so she was pretty much out and wasnât in the headspace to bother you about your phone blowing up.Â
You finally decided to check the 17 texts and 8 missed calls from JJ. His last text asking you to meet him at the Boneyard tonight. It was a Monday so not many people would be there.
You laid back and thought for a moment. You concluded that the two of you should talk. But absolutely no sex.Â
Iâll be there at 10. You responded.Â
Marley was full on snoring by 9:30. You snuck out of bed and pulled on a pair of shorts and hoodie. You knew your parents were still up and you didnât feel like explaining the situation to them so you crawled out your window and climbed down the side of the house before taking off towards the Boneyard.Â
You walked slowly onto the sand. Making out the silhouettes of a few couples making out on the beach. You scanned the Boneyard until your eyes landed on the Twinkie. You took a deep breath and approached the van, knocking on the window lightly.Â
The door slid open and JJ sat before you. His hair a mess and his cut off tee barely clinging to his skin.Â
âCome in, mâlady.â He said softly, gesturing you into the van.Â
You rolled your eyes and climbed in, allowing him to shut the door behind you.Â
You sat in the corner, hugging your knees as you waited for him to initiate the conversation.Â
âWant a beer?â He asked, holding a can in your direction. You took it silently and rolled it around in your hands. âY/nâŠlook, Iâm sorryâŠâ He began. âI didnât mean to hurt your feelings-â
âThen why did you?!â You snapped.Â
âI got scared!â He started. âI was scared, okay?â He said sadly as he fell back. âI-IâŠIâm not good enough for you. And you were going through a hard time and I feel like I took advantage of you and I just donât-â
âTook advantage of me? JJ, you did nothing wrong.â You told him. âWhat happenedâŠI wanted it. Iâve wanted that for a long time.â
âReally?â He asked, slightly surprised.
âYeahâŠâÂ
JJ looked down at hir beer and chewed on his cheek, unsure of what to say next.
You leaped forward and pressed your lips to his. Intertwining your fingers into his blonde locks. He didnât hesitate to kiss you back. His tongue danced with yours as if his life depended on it. You told yourself you werenât going to do this but it was as if you had no control over your body. You needed him.
âFuck, Y/nâŠâ He pulled back, fingers still wrapped in your hair. âI love you.â
You sat up for a moment. âYouâŠlove me?â
JJ looked defeated. He ran his eyes over your body and looked back up to meet yours. âYeah. I fucking do.â
You took in a shaky breath before ripping your clothes off. JJ matched your actions. You were completely bare in front of him and all he had left was his boxers.Â
âTake them off,â You demanded.
âI will,â He said. âBut first I need to taste you..â He said, propping you up on the back seat and spreading your legs wide open. Your pussy glistening for him.Â
He wrapped his arms under your thighs and pulled you to his mouth. The tip of his tongue exploring your folds. You were at a loss for words and gripped the headrest behind you as JJ shoved his tongue into you.Â
You brought one hand down to clutch his hair as you thrust your hips to match his tongue. âFuck J-â
He flattened his tongue to devour your entire clit and you almost cried. You were ready to cum but you didnât want to yet.
âJJ!â you yelled.Â
He looked up at you from between your thighs. He looked so happy there.Â
âJJâŠI need you inside me. I want to cum togetherâŠâ
JJ smiled and gently slid your legs off his shoulders. He stood up and rid himself of his boxers.Â
His cock sprung free in front of your face and you questioned how it fit inside you before. But it had you drooling. âCan I suck it first?â
He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced you to look up at him. âOnly if you want to, Barbie.â He teased.
You melted at his words and stared into his eyes as you spit on his cock. You smiled before taking his tip into your mouth. Running the tip of your tongue over his glans and the way his knees buckled made you feel amazing. You wanted to be his whore and his lover at the same time.Â
âJJ, will you fuck my face until you cum and then take care of me?â You asked, looking up at him with your bambi eyes.
âYou sure you want that, baby?â He asked.Â
âPleaseâŠI want your cock hitting the back of my throatâŠâ
âOkayâŠpinch me if you want me to stopâŠâ He said before he lined his cock back at your mouth. You opened wide, eyes fixed up on his as he slowly slid his cock back in your mouth. He began slowly, pushing himself as far back as he could and clutching your hair tighter when you gagged. He began moving faster and the sounds coming from your throat made it almost impossible to stop. You looked up at him with your big doe eyes, giving him permission to go harder. And so he did. He watched as saliva seeped out the sides of your mouth. You gripped his hips, forcing him deeper down your throat. You coughed and gagged but you could tell he was close. Fuck breathing.Â
JJ gripped your hair tighter as he forced his cock further down your throat. You could feel his warm seed trickling down and you moaned. Until it started seeping out your nose and you could not breathe anymore. You pinched his thigh and he immediately pulled out. He watched as you toppled over on all fours, spitting up his cum and trying to catch your breath.
âY/n, Iâm-â
âFuck me,â You managed between breaths.Â
âWhat?â
âFuck me!â You demanded.Â
JJ got behind you and put his tip to your folds, enjoying the slick that coated his cock. You panted as he lined himself up at your entrance and slowly pushed into you. You let out an animalistic whine as you adjusted to his size once again.Â
JJ pulled you back and sat in the back seat, keeping you firmly on his cock. He brought a finger to your clit, rubbing it gently as his other hand held you firmly in place while he thrusted up into you.Â
He pushed you over the edge and your pussy was clenching around his cock as you came. Your eyes rolled back and overstimulation set in. When you were done vibrating. He took his hand from your clit and grabbed both your legs. He propped his legs up on the front seat and held you steady. âIâm going to keep fucking you until Iâm done.â He told you before he began thrusting into you harder than ever before.Â
Your back was against his chest as he slid his cock in and out of you. Your nails digging into his hips as your eyes began to water at the overstimulation.Â
âJJ, itâs too much!â You cried.Â
âYouâre doing so good, baby.â He panted. âIâm so close and then Iâm going to take such good care of you.Â
âI-Iâm doing good?â You whimpered, feeling yourself about to cum again.
âYes, baby girl, you're doing so good. Iâm going to cum in your tight little pussy right now, okay?âÂ
âYes please!â You begged. You could feel him cum deep inside you and it sent you to your own orgasm, squirting all over the van as you both shook in ecstasy.Â
You both collapsed on the floor, gasping for air, your skin sticky with sweat. Your mind was wiped blank and your body was filled with euphoria.Â
You rolled over and rested your head on JJâs chest. He ran his fingers up and down your arm as he pulled you closer. You spent a few moments enjoying the rise and fall of his chest.
âJohn B is gonna be mad,â You giggled as you looked at the state of his van.
âFuck John B.â JJ laughed. âThat was amazing.â
You moved closer to JJ and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. After a few minutes, you both began to relax. Your eyes grew heavy and your body grew weaker. There was no way you were going home tonight.
âHey, JJ?â
âYeah, Barbie?â He asked, his voice hoarse and quiet.
âI love you too,â You whispered.
JJ smiled and wrapped both his arms around you, placing soft kisses on your forehead. You smiled as you drifted off to sleep.
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âAre you fucking serious?!â John B yelled as he threw the door open to find your two naked bodies piled on the floor of his van.Â
You shrieked and quickly scrambled to find your clothes. JJ was quick to pull on his shorts and talk to John B outside the van so you could get dressed.Â
âYouâre fucking cleaning the Twinkie!â
âI will! Just, let me meet up with you later okay? Iâm gonna walk her home.â
You heard the boys talking outside. God fucking dammnit this was awkward. Sex with JJ was so new and the last couple of days have been so intense you hadnât even thought about your other friends, much less how to break the news that you and JJ were together now. Wait, were you together now? Fuck.
You take a deep breath and then open the door. John B and JJ turned to look at you. You approached them slowly with your head hung low, handing JJ his t-shirt. âUh, hey John, BâŠâ
âHey Y/n,â He responded. His voice is softer now. âDo you guys need a ride home?â
âNope!â You said almost too quickly. âI mean, uhmmm, no thank you. I wanted to walk the beach for a bit.â
âO-Okay,â He responded. âI guess Iâll see you guys later?â
âYeah, man. Sounds good.â JJ responded, patting him on the shoulder and pushing him off towards the Twinkie.Â
You watched as John B drove off. âHoly fuck that was so weird!âÂ
JJ was gritting his teeth, unsure of what to say. âY/n, Iâm sorryâŠâ
You began giggling, burying your face in the sleeves of your hoodie. âJJ, donât be sorry! I just wasnât planning to wake up naked in front of John B!â
âHe really has a way of ruining the moment doesnât he?â JJ laughed as he threw his arm around you, leading you down toward the beach.
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November 24 challenge! -Naps
TV night!
(Deacon and Prunella decided to go make cookies for the movie night while Chase and Buddy have the ultimate pillow fight)
âTIME OUT!!! TIME OUTâ Chase screamed as he held his Alister body pillow to shield him from Buddy who was hitting Chase with his pillow aggressively.
âHAHA I SAID TIME OUT!!!â
Buddy kept smacking his pillow against Chaseâs pillow
âYOUR GONNA TRICK ME AGAIN!!!
âNO NO IM BEING FOR REAL THIS TIME!!!â
âTHATS EXACTLY WHAT YOU SAID LAST TIMEâ
âAH WOULD YOU STOP HITTING ME I ACTUALLY NEED TO GO TO THE BATHROOMâ
âReally? REALLY? THATS WHAT YOU SAID THE OTHER TIMEâ
Buddy smacked Chase to the point Chase lost grip of his Alister pillow
âAH!! I MEAN IT THIS TIMEâ Chase surrendered. Buddy put down his pillow.
âOofâ Chase said falling off the bed âSee buddy! Iâm being for real. Watch me Iâm not grabbing the pillow see??â
Chase slowly walked out of the room while Buddy kept his eyes on him. And he actually went to the bathroom.
Now Buddy was bored. With having Chases whole room to himself he decided to look around the place. When he was walking around the room awkwardly he found himself in front of Chases wardrobe.
âLucky me~â He started to look through the wardrobe finding clothes he could potentially steal in the future. Why? Heâs evil, duhh. Most of them looked a bit small but when he found one that might fit him he immediately grabbed it and put it on his pile of âsteal-able clothesâ. One piece of clothing caught his attention- well, being a bright red and all. But not just red a Alistar Starbridge red.
Of course he puts it on. It brings him fond memories.
Suddenly he heard Chase start to come back inside the room. âWha- BUDDY!!!â Even though the piles were neat there were 3 stacks and clothes escaping the stack making it look messy. âHEY! Thats my Alister starbridge hoodie! Budddddyyyyyyâ Chase groaned as he walked over to Buddy.
âTake it off!!!â Chase jumped on Buddy as the both rolled to the floor
âNo! Itâs mine!â Buddy argued.
âHuh!? WHAT? No thatâs clearly minesâ
âItâs your âboyfriend sizedâ hoodie, remember? So itâs minesâ
âOh shoot I did say that⊠WHATEVER GIVE IT BACK!â
Chase tossed over Buddy grabbing his shoulder. Buddy started laughing.
Chase looked mesmerized hearing Buddy laugh and started to laugh too.
âWhat? Stop staring at me like that you look so creepyâ Buddy smiled
âWell at least Iâm not a jerk!â
Chase started to slip off the hoodie until a hand stopped him from doing so.
âCan I please just keep it on?â
âWhat? No you already stole it once, you know this is like- my most treasured hoodie of all time right?â
âYour just embarrassed because I look sexy in itâ
âYOU JERK! FINE KEE-â
âThe cookies are doneâ Prunella said standing there with a cookie in her hand.
âAHHHH JEZZ PRUNELLA!!!â Chase jumped
âI swear that kid is a ninja sometimesâŠâ Buddy said with a shocked expression on his face.
***
Deacon set down the cookies on the table and heard them coming down.
âWe tried to make a cookie of all of us but Buddyâs head sort of broke off.â Explained Prunella walking down the stairs.
ââŠWhyâŠDid you make cookies of us?â Buddy said confused.
âOh also we didnât have black frosting so we made your hair green. Also mines. But I think mines look cool.â
âOk???â
âCome on!!! I got everything readyâ Deacon was right everything looked set up neatly. You could clearly tell by his grinning face.
Everyone took a seat.
Now the main question⊠WHAT MOVIE TO WATCH? Deacon, Chase and Prunella all had the movie they wanted to watch but they canât watch all of them. It all came down to Buddy to decide.
âI RREEEAAALLLYYYY want to watch the gothic romance PLEASEE!!!â Chase begged
âNo! Thatâs boring! Mines is about a kid who survives in the wild. AND TURNS INTO A UNICORN! A UNICORN!â Prunella tried to convince
âIt doesnât matter who you pick⊠but could you please pick The ship of sorrows live action?â Deacon asked
Buddy was starting to like this attention he was getting. âHmmmmâŠâ Then on the corner of his eye he saw a movie that was on the Home Screen of the TV.
âActually can we watch ____âŠ?â
Everyone immediately agreed on it cause it was such a good movie.
âYES THAT ONE PERFECT!!!â Chase exclaimed
***
It was around 9:00 and it was almost the end of the movie. Prunella rested her head on Chaseâs lap and put her legs on Deaconâs lap. On the other side of Chase was Buddy taking a small Nap. He laid his head on Chaseâs shoulder while his hair wrapped around Chaseâs neck.
Iâm probably gonna add more to this later. This also takes place after my UNO fanfic. Imma write more for in between, after and before this and the Uno event. So it wonât be in order :3. ALSO HOW DO PPL POST STUFF ON AO3???
ALSO SORRY IDK WHAT MOVIE BUDDY WOULD LIKE
#cinderella boy#cinderella boy webtoon#buddy cinderella boy#chase hollow#cinderella boy chase#iâm not super big in the fandom yet#cinderella boy buddy#art#stargoth#webcomic#fanfic#fanart#webtoon cinderella boy
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Back to Us - Chapter 4
Summary: Y/n wakes after an accident to her Avengers team-mates. But something isn't quite right and only Steve and Tony can see it.
Characters/Relationships: Steve Rogers x Reader; Tony Stark; Natasha Romanoff; Other Avengers Characters
Content warnings: Mentions of an accident (no details yet); If I missed any, let me know
A/N: If you want to be tagged, let me know.
Not beta'd so any mistakes are my own. I don't write smut, but there are allusions to smut in my stories.
Back to Us Masterlist
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Word count: 1347 (approx.)
Some time later, you are both laying there, a tangle of limbs, your head on his chest with his hand lightly stroking up and down your arm, totally satiated.
âWell, Cap, that wasâŠâ you began.
âGood? I hope..â he replied.
âIt might take me some time to get my head around the fact I just slept with Captain America, but yeah, very good. Now, Iâm going to go take a shower and then get something to eat. Care to join?â you smiled at him.
âShower or eating?â he queried.
âUp to you Rogers.â You raise your eyebrows, shooting him a lascivious look as you move into the adjoining bathroom.
He follows you with his own smile on his face. âMuch as Iâd love to join you in there Y/n, I think Iâll head to the kitchen and start getting some food ready for you.â
âOkâ you say âbut youâre missing out.â You say as you walk away, swinging your hips and looking at him over your shoulder.
âPlenty of time Buttercup, plenty of timeâ
As you watch him leave the bathroom, you canât quite work out whatâs gotten into you, or him for that matter. This isnât something you would normally do, and itâs not really something you ever anticipated Steve doing either.
You and Cap had never even so much as had dinner together, without the others being there. And that nickname, itâs the name of a character in your favourite movie, The Princess Bride. Maybe it meant nothing but again, you werenât sure.Â
Half an hour later, you are showered, re-dressed and headed to the kitchen on your floor. You donât see Steve in the kitchen, and you canât smell anything cooking.
âRogers? Are you there?â you enquired. âHello⊠Anyone.. Bueller.. Bueller??â you laugh at your own joke.
âHey Y/nâ Nat came into the kitchen. âSteve had to go out, he said to apologise but something came up. He asked me to make you something to eat, but there wasnât much so I just made this PB&J sandwich, I hope thatâs ok? Tony has dinner being delivered later, so weâll get to eat something good then.â
âOh, hi Nat. Steve went out? I guess he had something better to do.â You werenât sure why this hurt, except that youâd just had sex with him and before youâd even finished showering he was out of here. He probably regretted it and didnât know how to face you.Â
Did you regret it, you pondered. It was great sex, unarguably the best youâd ever experienced, but that didnât mean you couldnât regret it later. You will have to think on it.
At that moment, Tony entered the room âHey Y/n, I thought you were going to sleep the whole day away.â He gives you a wink and youâre not sure if that means he knows what you and Steve did.
âJust having something to eat Tony. Nat made me this amazing PB&J and I donât think Iâve ever had anything as good in my mouth.â
âAre you sure about that?â he asked, another wink.
âWell food-wise of course. That hospital food can leave a lot to be desired. I reckon they make it bad so you donât stay too long.â You laughed hesitantly.
Tony & Nat laugh with you and you all go your separate ways.
Later that evening you get dressed to go down for dinner. You still havenât seen Steve since the events of earlier in the day and you werenât sure how you felt about that. Sure he had to go out because âsomething came upâ but youâd hoped heâd be back before now and you thought heâd want to come and at least say hi and apologise in person for ditching you earlier.
When you arrived in the dining room, you noted that everyone else was already there, seated around the table. The only spare seat was next to Steve so you took a deep breath and sat down.
âHey everyone, Iâm so glad to be home and I want to thank you all for being so amazing while I was in hospital and so far since Iâve been back. I know Iâve got some gaps here and there, Iâm still not sure how much time Iâm missingâ you notice that they all glance at each other when you said that âbut Iâm sure you all will continue to be amazing and Iâm keen to get back to training and missions with all of you.â
Everyone settles into comfortable conversations around the table, enjoying the lavish dinner Tony has provided as a celebration of you coming home.
You had lively conversations with Tony on one side of you, Bruce opposite and Nat who was sitting next to him. Tony winked at you a couple more times, which had you double take.
You canât help feeling a nervous vibe coming from Steve, maybe he also feels like Tony knows what happened.
Under your breath you say to Steve âI think Tonyâs onto us. He made a few remarks earlier about me sleeping all day and he winked at me. Twice!â
âHe knows,â Steve said almost nonchalantly. âI told him.â
âYou told himâ you whisper yelled at him. âOh my god, Iâm so embarrassed that he knows. Does everyone know?â
âWell, I only told Tony, I canât say if he told anyone else.â He says.
You surreptitiously survey the table before realising that nobody seems to be concerned over you whispered conversation with Steve, or making any indications that they know about your little tryst, so you relax a little.
After dinner you make your excuses and head back to your room, tired from more activity than youâve done in many days.
After you brushed your teeth and changed into your pyjamas, you get the feeling youâre not alone and you hope itâs Steve. Looking up you see Tony in the doorway.
âHey kid, how are you feeling, for real?â he asks.
âIâm so tired. I still feel like Iâve been run over by a truck, but things are not as sore as they were, so thatâs good. To be honest though, I get the feeling thereâs something Iâm not being told and itâs scaring me Tony.â
âIâm not sure what you mean Y/n â thereâs a bit of a gap in your memory, the doctor told you that. So you know everything we know. He also said we shouldnât force the memories, they have to come back naturally. Just make sure you donât let anyone force memories on you.â
You think about what he said, thinking that itâs a code for something and you wonder if heâs referring to you and Steve.
âListen Tony, Steve told me he told you what happened between us, is that one of the memories Iâm missing?â
âWhy do you ask that?â Tony asked.
âWell, without getting into the down & dirtyâ you start. âWhen he held me and kissed me, there was something almost primally familiar about it. But Iâve never even so much as had dinner alone with him so I donât get it.â
âMe either Y/nâ Tony hoped he sounded sincere enough that youâd buy it. âI came up to let you know that Brue has a flashback program heâs been developing. I know the Doc said we shouldnât force it but, think about it. Maybe it will start things coming back to you.â
âThanks Tony, Iâll think about it. I might even chat to Bruce to see what itâs all about before I make a decision.â
âGood idea Y/n, sweet dreams. Tomorrow is a new day.â
âYou too Tony. Oh, Tony..?â
âYeah kid?â Tony replied.
âHow big is the gap in my memory? Nobodyâs told me exactly and I donât know if I should be searching for days or weeks. Or longer?â
âOh kid,â Tony began âI donât know if it will help knowing thatâ. He kisses you on the top of your head and leaves the room before you can question him any further.
You sink into a restless sleep with dreams of you and Cap.
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Ë°.đ©âĄđȘ .Â°Ë tags: written explictly for @prettyboykatsuki. south asian reader in mind. established relationship. age gap. fem presenting reader. nudity. set in rdr1 where reader is going with john to mexico. hint and joking of a daddy kink.
Ë°.đ©âĄđȘ .Â°Ë synopsis: john marston in his older age only wants to be there for you whether you scowl or weep.
You and John arrive to a small dusty town just by the Mexican border, so small and remote it was just a saloon, a shop and few dusty buildings. You were dead tired and filthy - when John had brought up getting a bath and staying in the hotel above the saloon you didnât make some sort snarky comment about how his old age is getting to him. You follow him on your white mare, frowning along the way as you think about how youâll have to brush her out soon. You hitch her up out the front of the saloon and turn when you hear the whistle John sends your way, holding the swinging door of the establishment open for you.
âAfter you, my lady,â He comments grinning even while sweating and covered head to toe in dust from the ride. His eyes donât leave your form even has he watches you walk past him, a glint them as he follows in falling step with your gait. You went straight to the bartender, eying the sign of how much it will cost to spend a room and night. When heâs finally behind you, your head had turned to look back at him and John can already hear how your voice will fret over how much it would cost you.
Which is why he beats you to the punch and drops just enough for one bath and one room. One for the two of you. The bartender raises his brow at the two you with a knowing look. When you turned to look at him, annoyance painting your face you are met with the same grin on Johnâs lips as he nudges his shoulder to yours while grabbing the keys to the room.
âWhat? You were so worried about the price, this is halving it right, sweetheart?â Your face twists into a scowl.
âYou are an annoying man Mr. Marston.â You hiss stomping past him, making sure your shoulder hits his arm in a your little petty way of getting back at him. You hear his rickety laugh as he follows you up the stairs and he opens the door for you just like he did outside.
âQuit trying to be the gentleman - it doesnât you.â You snip as you enter into the threshold of the room, hand working to off your layers to hang them somewhere to be shaken off later. John laughs again, dark and deep as he takes his hat off and works to do the same with his coat. From his place on the chair by the desk the hotel provides he asks you,
âWhat is it that you think suits me then?â He is taking off his gloves, head tilted to watch how you strip down your layers until you are only in your bloomers and chemise. You roll your eyes not sparing him a glance as make your way to the bathroom attached to the room to start the bath you are aching for.
âProbably a dog with how filthy you are.â You say, laughing around the bite of your words and John only laughs in return, calling out back as he takes his shirt off.
âOh but I am your dog arenât I, my sweet?â He hears your groan from his sweet talk and it only serves to make him laugh harder as he hears the water start to run. John chuckles with a soft shake of his head, ever so fond as he works the rest of his clothes off. His gun belt is thrown over the desk, along with his hat and gloves. Heâs left only his union suit as he walks to the bathroom door, now filled with pleasantly soft orange lighting and steam. He can see you, resting your head against the lip of the tub, the water filled with soap studs. Your face is lax and flushed and you donât notice him until you feel rough lips press a kiss to your cheek.
âYou enjoying yourself?â John asks you, voice soft as the steam against your skin. You hum your affirmation, tilting so you can look at him. There is a faraway look in your eyes, something aching and tender yet and John asks you, honorably and carefully.
âWhat you thinking bout?â You donât say anything at first, merely gazing at him before your eyes flicker to a small painting on the side of the wall where on faces when they sit in the tub. The painting was of a flowers -white with cool purple edging the ends of the petals sitting on a lily pad in the water. There written on the bottom end of the painting, in neat cursive read, âNymphaea nouchali. Water Lily, India, 1899."
1899. The year still stings.
âYou thinking about your folks?â He asks and you allow yourself to lean closer to him, resting your soft cheek against his shoulder that is above the steaming bathwater.
âI try not to but - when I see stuff like thatâŠitâs hard not to.â You have lost all your edges, soft and vulnerable before him. John knows, and he knows you know which is why you can let yourself be like this with him. Dropping the outer exterior that you wear like armor and letting him to take care of you when you need it most. Heâs your dog, heâs your man - he is yours completely and utterly. He moves his hand so he can hold your chin his his palm gently, reverently.
His thumb strokes the skin of the chin lovingly.
âI know sweetheart, I know that loss well and true,â he turns to look back at the painting too. The numbers 1899 make the wounds in his heart ache. âI ainât saying this to cover up what you feelinâ but you are not without family. You have me and the ranch - as long you will have us.â John speaks to you and every word is forged of the same iron his bullets are. Forged with fire and blood and the promise of their conviction. It makes you smile and you hope John doesnât see the wateriness of your eyes as you nod.
âBesides, youâre in good hands,â He says something mischievous and sleazy in his eyes now that you have graced him with a smile, âYou might not have your pa around but you still got your daddy with me donât ya?â
Your smile drops and replaced with a similar scowl that gets sent his way day after day but he only chuckles deep in his chest as he watches you step out of the bath. You shout at him, telling him to shut up and get in the bath as you wrap the towel around yourself and head to get dressed. John strips away his last layer and steps into the now warm and tepid water. He doesnât mind - his body warm with the deep flush he caught over your cheeks and the way you never said no to what he said.
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Remember when I said my roommate was really cool and chill. Well that lasted a week
#actually a little pissed now đ#there's been many little things but just now she locked me out of our fucking room and had her headphones on so loud#that she couldn't hear me banging on the door#and the only reason I got in was bc she had to go to the bathroom like I literally went outside to try and talk to her#through the open window and she still didn't respond#and when she came back from the bathroom (don't even get me started on that bc I KNOW she's the one who#keeps leaving an empty toilet paper roll Twice) she just went. âOhâ and walked away#then returned with her headphones back on and didn't even look at me like I am trying so hard to be civil but I feel like#it has to be intentional at this point right like you don't just lock someone out accidentally while you are still in the room#sstfu.txt#whatever I am tired as shit it's almost midnight and I couldn't even get dinner bc my meal swipe is still broken
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I don't think accidentally stumbling upon bram stoker's dracula playing at a halloween party when I was 5 & staying and watching it in secret had any effect on me at all (no one look at my blog lately)
#so liiiike we were at these family friends' house. they lived down the street and they were SO FUN and nice and wonderful#truly they were just great ppl. and the wife was SO into creative stuff and she would go ALL OUT for parties esp Halloween#all the adults would dress up and the house was elaborately decorated it was SO MUCH FUN!#and they had 3 boys around my ahe and the husband had a daughter from his 1st marriage and she was much older like a teen#and she abd her friends had rented the movie and they were told they could watch it on the condition that they ONLY watch it#in the master bedroom away from all the kids#welllll I had to go to the bathroom but the main bathroom was occupied but I knew I was alloeed to use the master bath#so I went into the room to go to the bathroom and walked in right in the beginning when vlad is impaling ppl and I was like#wait a minute what is THIS this is something I'm not supposed to see ooooohhhhh#so I peed and then pretended to leave & hid and watched the movie lmfao#all the adults were making margaritas lmao I was like hell yeah watching a big scary adult halloween movie!!!!!#erin explains it all#these typos all stay idk what to tell you man I don't have my glasses on and my nerve damage is still not great đ€·ââïž
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I LOVE COLLEGE. I want to go home though đ
#I want to be with my friends!!! at home!!!!#I want my car I want to drive around my streets at night#I want my own room and my bathroom I feel comfy in (thank god for a suite bathroom I wouldnât be able to deal with a hall bath)#I want to be like max 20 minutes away from my friends. this boils down to I miss my friends#we should all just go live in an apartment complex together#I was really onto something with making my friends and I in Tomodachi Life like thatâs the ideal right there#maybe not economically feasible but it would be so good#I do love college a lot though and Iâm really liking LI so far#I wish I were better at getting close with my new friends#but the ones I get along with the most donât do much going out (either studying or sleeping)#and thereâs one who I Donât like very much theyâre so annoying but theyâre always around everyone else#I think Iâm just gonna have to suck it up about that tbh#because I want to be hanging out with everyone else more#tbh my orientation group was the best I miss that just not as much as I miss my other friends from home#itâs also been weird because like. bunch of hurricanes flooding etc happening at home. and it feels weird to not be there and help out#I feel like Iâm letting people down in not being there#another thing I miss is being so close to the water tbh#I didnât think I would I am terrified of flooding#and Iâm on an island like. this is Long Island. but I canât see the water from where I am#and I canât drive around to get to it#Iâve never lived somewhere where I wasnât walking distance from a bay and itâs uncomfy#thankfully when I go visit my boyfriend! the train takes me over wate#r sorry time limit went off anyways when I took a train there it took me over some water in NJ I think it was nice to see#comforting and shit#anyways#cheese speaks#college moment#ugh being homesick is so weirddddd
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What's the weirdest dream/nightmare you've had?
Pukicho story time???
This happened in 2004, I lived in Ireland. I had one very particular dream that I still often think about to this day:
It started in an unusual flat, somewhere up high. It was modern for the time, it felt decidedly Y2K. Every piece of furniture, the walls, the lamps, they were all bright pink. It was so trendy that it almost felt like a parody of itself, but I was a kid, and my mind wasn't clever enough for the act of parody. I would've simply forgotten this flat ever existed if the latter-half of the dream didn't leave such a permanent mark on my memory - now I can recall every last detail.
I asked a stranger to use the restroom. The toilet was downstairs, so I opened up the door to a utility stairwell and began heading down, alone.
I could look through the center of the staircase column, it was pitch-black and there was no visible bottom. I remember going down the staircase for hours, literal hours - A dark, oppressive hum from pipes and vents blinded my ears and shook the inside of my stomach with its volume. I remember thinking how long the dream felt in this moment, I recall getting consciously impatient, but I kept going. My eyes couldn't adjust to the nearly invisible-darkness surrounding me so I put my hand against the walls and handrail for guidance and shuffled downward like a blind man without his walking-stick.
Finally, only a moment before the tension would have juddered me awake, I found the door to the bathroom. I opened it up; to my relief there was light. The room was rectangular, on one end was a boxed-shaped shower with fogged glass, on the other end, a toilet. The floor and wall were decorated by the same beige tile - it all looked hastily plastered. I sat down to do my business. At this moment, the ballooning anxiety I had felt outside had dissipated almost entirely. I sat in silence - I remember acknowledging the sheer contrast in volume between the AC-hum in the bathroom to the oppressive roar from the stairwell.
It was good to be sitting there. I remember feeling as though the dream had slowly turned into a nightmare - but consciously, everything felt right again. Nothing happened for a long time. It grew so boring and tame that my mind stopped focusing on the dream entirely, and I began fading into memoryless sleep. And then the lights went out.
At this point, sitting in a darkness even blacker than the one I had just emerged from, not even a hum could be heard. The only noise I could hear, and just barely, was my own brain-matter hitting against the sides of my ears, bellowing a deep subharmonic hum from within my own skull. Suddenly, every semblance of safety was ripped from my chest, and I sat there, feeling in greater danger than I ever had before. I felt a pressure so omniscient that it choked me -- but nothing came, nothing happened. I waited for minutes - minutes where each second could be counted down in scrutinizing specificity, but nothing happened.
Suddenly, and with no presumption, I felt coarse electricity pumping through my chest. I wrangled with myself in my own bed, feeling what felt like infinite pain pass through me. I could feel myself yelling from within the dream through the vibration of my lungs. A cacophonous buzzing bled into my ears as thousands of people screamed from within my skull. The cries of a falling choir ran-through their screams, like angels falling from heaven.
At the very same moment, a body appeared in the shower. It glowed yellow, so bright and irradiated I could hardly look directly at it. It caressed itself, clawing into its body like it was reeling from immeasurable pain. It moved unnaturally, squirming and spasming as if fast-forwarded. The glass blurred its details, but it did nothing to mask its energy. It was as if it held the sun inside of its own stomach. I felt as though an intruder entered my own mind and I had no power to stop it. Just being near it was enough to kill me, and I was already dying.
The wall of sound lasted not even one full-second - and then - a piercing zap shot me up from my bed, and that was it. I can't remember anything past that point, but I assume I went back to bed shortly thereafter, forgetting what had just happened, if only for that one night. I must have had a vapid dream, worthless and memoryless, unknowing that I had just lived a dream so dreadful that it'd stick to my psyche like tar for the rest of my life.
No other dream has ever felt that way since. It was as if a second-soul decided to visit me, a soul stronger and more omnipotent than mine. Surely a dream is just a dream, regardless of the feeling it gives you, but now I go to bed every night, wishing I'll be the only soul residing within its story.
End!!
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âą I will always catch you âą
Ê synopsis: You and Nanami play a game of tag, if he wins he spanks you
Ê cont: fem reader, spanking, fingering, dirty talk, rough sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation
You stood with your hands perched on the back of the couch, your eyes not once straying from where they were glued to Nanami's opposite the couch from you, the only thing that separated the two of you besides the coffee table that sat in front of the couch. "Ten second headstart." You said, already feeling your heart start to pick up at the promise of Nanami chasing you around.Â
You knew logically no matter how much time you asked for, he would always catch you in the end, but that's what you wanted, not that you would tell him thatâeven if he already knew. Nanami nodded, removing his hands from his pockets confidently, his mouth barely quirking up in a smile at the corners, the skin beside his mouth dimpling with it. "You won't catch me this time." Lie. "We'll see." Was his only reply before he raised his hands and started ticking down his fingers, letting you know he had started the timer.
You ran around the couch, passing him where he stood on the other side as you ran for the kitchen across the room, using the large island in the middle of it to separate him from you. It was your best bet to escape him for as long as possible, wait him out here, bait him to stalk you around the island, and shoot up the stairs for his office which had the only locking door in the house save for the bathroom, but that was too close to the kitchen, you needed more time to get away.Â
You watched, eyes bright and heart racing as his fingers hit 1, then he closed his hand tightly, letting you know you were out of time before he started walking toward you calmly. Your smile grew larger the closer he got, as did his, though he was far more cocky and confident than yours which was playful and full of adrenaline. "Aren't you going to run, sweetheart?" Nanami asked, cocking his head to the side as he made his way to the kitchen, standing across the island from you.
"I told you I learned some new tricks, youïżœïżœwon't catch me this time." You said confidently, moving slowly toward the corner of the island, trying to bait Nanami into following you. And sure enough, he did. He didn't reply to you, just started walking towards the side in which you were closest to him, making you walk away from him, the two of you slowly circling the kitchen island as you made your way back to the opening of the living room.
You knew not to avert your eyes to his and give away your plans, if he caught you looking towards the direction you were going to run, he would catch youâno doubt about it. Nanami was taller and faster, his long legs eating up the space between you like nothing whenever you ran from him, so you had to be smart about this. "We'll see if your tricks are enough." Nanami finally voiced, stopping in his tracks diagonal to you, him standing where you just were in the kitchen, your positions now reversed.Â
You smiled at him in response, showing your teeth before you turned abruptly and took off sprinting across the living room. Your heart raced in your chest, the sound echoing through your whole body and making that the only thing you were able to hear. You wanted to turn around so bad and see how close he was, but you knew you couldn't afford to do so. You let out a laugh as you reached the banister on the stairs, gripping it tightly as you pulled yourself forward, using that momentum to run up them as quickly as you could.Â
You tried not to think about how Nanami often went up the steps two at a time, so if he was running he could probably manage three or more... shit. Your adrenaline was still pumping, making you more assured of yourself as you reached the top of the stairs, sure he wasn't right on your tail. His office was in your sight already as you pushed off the wall and sprinted toward the end of the hall. You were mentally praising Nanami for his constant pushing to leave all doors in the house open unless they were being occupied so the air could flow freely between them, making it so none of the rooms were stuffyâmeaning the door was wide open and all you had to do was grab that door and slam it like your life depended on it.Â
You could only feel your own steps as you raced down the hall, surprised that he hadn't reached the top of the stairs yet, but that meant you had one, you finally had one. You reached the office and grabbed the handle before spinning yourself around and momentarily disorienting yourself before you were snatched into a pair of strong arms and hoisted over a shoulder with a scream of surprise. You felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest and run away at the shock.
How had he got you so fast? You were sure he wasn't on your trail, but apparently, that had been wishful thinking. "Nanami!" You laughed, kicking your legs against him, trying to free yourself as he held you over his shoulder with an iron grip, his arm locked tightly around the back of your thighs so you couldn't wiggle out of his grasp. Your laugh was cut short when a harsh smack was left on your ass, the sting making you whip your hands back and cover yourself from him.Â
Nanami swiftly kicked the door shut behind him and stalked over to his desk, wrenching your hands away from your ass easily in his grip. "This is my reward for catching you, hands down." He said calmly, the deep baritone of his voice making you shiver as he pulled you off his shoulder and spun you away from him, using his body to press you against the edge of his desk and pushing you down on it with his hand on the middle of your back.
You weren't able to resist his moves, the speed of his actions making your body more pliant than you would've liked. The papers on his desk crumpled under your chest as you tried to push yourself up so you could stand again, and maybe try to attempt to run away, though you never had been successful at that before. Kento grabbed your wrists with both his hands and locked them behind your back with strength only he could possess, freeing himself a hand as he kept you at his mercy, rubbing his free hand against the swell of your ass.
"The new trick you tried didn't work so well." Nanami cooed, stating the obvious and making your face feel hot as he rubbed your loss in your face. "Were you planning to lock yourself in my office?" He asked, sliding his hand up and down the side of your body, making your skin prickle under your shirt. "Yeah, I was close too." You said defiantly, trying to gain back even a little bit of your ego. You had been so sure of yourself and now look at the position you ended up in.
"Mmm," Nanami hummed, the deep sound of it in his throat making your legs part willingly for him as he pressed his knee against the inside of your thigh and made you spread them. "What were you planning to do once you were in here?" He asked, making you pause. You looked around his office, thinking on his words. I don't know, relish in your victory? Bait him through the door? Write taunting notes about how he's a loser and slide them under the door for him to read?
"What do you think would happen when you opened the door? You couldn't stay in here forever." He asked confidently. "I'd come out because I would have won." You said quickly, the answer obvious, "There is no time limit on the game." He said, his fingers pushing up the back of your shirt and sliding against the skin of your back, pushing the fabric against your arms that were locked behind your back. The gears in your head started turning as you considered his words.Â
"What do you mean?" You asked, turning your head as far to the side as you could manage to look at him from under your lashes. "I will always catch you, you can't escape me." You opened your mouth to complain, to whine about how the game has been rigged from the start, how there was no way you could ever win, when a loud slap against your ass stopped your words from coming, a different sound escaping you. Your hands balled into fists as you wiggled back against him, trying to find relief against the sting that never came.Â
"That's not fair." You pouted. Nanami huffed out a laugh before his large hand rubbed across your backside, his fingers finding the hem of your shorts before pulling them down to pool around your ankles. "No, it's not." He agreed, another harsh smack making contact with your skin, making you jump. Nanami's warm hand stayed against your flesh rubbingaway the pain as he pressed closer to you, his crotch pressed against your left thigh. "But you don't mind as much as you're trying to make me think you do." He said assuredly.Â
You felt a tick of annoyance run through you before it was almost completely snuffed out by another slap of his hand, this one followed by two more in quick succession against your other cheek. "Why would you think that?" You sighed, trying not to pant through your words and give in to him as much as you wanted to. "This whole game has been rigged the whole time." You complained, your eyebrows shooting up when he pressed his knee against your clothed cunt, making you press try to press your legs together--an action that was stopped by his knee that was knocked into your own, keeping you spread.Â
Nanami gripped your ass in his hand before leaning over you, massaging the fat of your backside as his weight crushed you, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. He rut his hips against your thigh, letting you know how much he was enjoying his win before he pressed a kiss right under your ear. You shut your eyes, a gasp falling from your lips as all complaints left your brain, the only thing you could think of being the weight and scent of him as he consumed you entirely.Â
"You like it when I chase you, but you like it when I catch you even more." He whispered against your ear, his voice making you clench around nothing. "You're so cocky." You breathed, making him breathe out a laugh before he placed a kiss on your neck, the top of your spine, your shoulder blade. You held your breath when his hand that gripped your flesh slid between your legs, your body welcoming him as you spread your legs wider for him.
You couldn't stop the gasp that fell from between your lips when he pushed aside your panties like they were never there and rubbed his fingers through your wetness before dragging them across your clit. "And you're soaked, sweetheart," Nanami replied, showing you just how right he was about how much you loved being caught by him. But you didn't need him to tell you that, you already knew.Â
Nanami leaned back from crushing you with his body at the same time he slid his fingers back down to your entrance and pushed two thick fingers inside you like it was nothingâand it might've well been, his fingers getting swallowed up by your wet cunt with ease. The groan that left your lips made his cock twitch in response, the feeling of his hard length against the back of your thigh driving you crazy.Â
He released your arms from being caged behind your back, which you immediately used to grab the edge of the desk to steady yourself. Just when you were about to beg him for more, he slapped you again, harder this time, your ass stinging at the impact while your pussy tightened around his fingers like a vice. Nanami echoed your moan with a groan of his own as he began thrusting his fingers in and out of you, the wet squelching of your cunt echoing throughout his office.
"I can feel how much you like it." Nanami groaned, his voice deeper and more assertive with his arousal prominent. "Fuck," You whined, wiggling your hips back to meet his thrusts." Smack, another slap making you whine, a fuzziness starting to build in your mind as he fucked you harder on his fingers. "Tell me how much you like it, honey." Nanami moaned, though it sounded more like a beg as he rubbed his hips harder against your ass, trying to relieve himself on you.Â
"Kento," You whined, thrusting your hips back against him harder. A clinking of a belt and a zipper following the sound told you Nanami was ridding himself of his own pants. Another slap against your sore ass was all the motivation you needed to answer him, nodding against the desk. "I love it Ken, I love it, it feels so good." You whined, your clit throbbing at the lack of attention as you wiggled back, hoping he would relieve you soon.Â
You cried out when he pulled his fingers out of you abruptly, "Shhh, don't cry-" His words ended as he slammed himself inside you in one thrust, the stretch and slight burn of the sheer size of him making your eyes roll back in your head as he started up a brutal pace inside you, giving you little time to adjust before his hand dropped to your clit just as you wanted while his other massaged your soon to be bruised ass.Â
Without his knee between yours anymore, you were able to squeeze your thighs together around his hand as your orgasm wracked through your body, making you scream as he pounded it out of you, his cock hitting just the right spot inside your soft walls and prolonging your high as his expert fingers matched pace with his thrusts on your clit. "K-kento-" You whined, one of your hands wrapping around his wrist that kept rubbing your oversensitized clit, the pleasure of it bordering on pain.Â
"I know, I know, honey." Nanami cooed, his voice soft but his actions a stark contrast as he slapped your ass twice, once on each cheek, never once faltering his rough thrusts inside you, "You have to let go, sweetheart. Let go of my hand." He instructed, making you shake your head back and forth violently, only resulting in his fingers rubbing faster back and forth along your clit, it was almost too much.
"T-too much, Kento- f-fuck-" You cried, squeezing your eyes shut tight as you tried to lean forward to escape the pleasure, but he just followed you with his thrusts, knocking hard into your g-spot each time he slammed inside you. "No, it's not, Iknow what you can take." He replied dismissively, massaging your ass in a circle. The two of you had a safeword that had been long established and never used, and you weren't thinking about using it now, so maybe he was right, maybe he did know how much you could take.
You simply whined in response, feeling another orgasm quickly creeping over you, no escape from it in sight. "Let go of my hand, sweetheart, I won't ask again," Nanami said through a groan, his hand briefly coming up to cradle your cheek in a sweet gesture before he slid it back down your body and slapped the back of your thigh. The niceness of his words and the roughness of his actions made it hard to combine them into one person, you almost wanted to curse him out for sounding so unaffected but you knew he wasn't fairing much better than you.
The small sounds of him grunting and cursing under his breath told you exactly how he was doing. Kento's thrusts started losing their rhythm as he lost himself inside you. Begrudgingly, you let go of his hand, your own shaking as you placed it back on the edge of the dest, your knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping it. "Good girl, I have you, I-I'll take care of you." The sound of Nanami's words getting choked off by a groan made your clit throb under his fingers. It was a fucking headrush knowing how much this man lost himself to you.Â
"Please-" You begged, unsure of what you were asking for but knowing you weren't going to last much longer. "Let it out, I'm right behind you." Nanami nodded, leaning over your body and wrapping an arm under your stomach, pulling your back tightly to his chest as he humped his cock in and out of you, the stretch and loss of him with each thrust making you go a little dumb in the head each time.Â
"Cum-" You weren't even able to finish your sentence as you came with a cry at the same time Nanami placed his lips on your cheek and kissed softly, trailing those kisses over your shoulder and neck as his fingers and cock worked in perfect harmony to draw your orgasm out of you. "Coming, I'm coming- oh my god-" Kento groaned through his teeth, his hair tickling your face as he buried his head in your neck and ground his hips flush against yours.Â
The circular movement of Kento's hips against your ass made your legs shake with sensitivity as his fat tip rubbed against your g-spot as he emptied his balls inside you. A warmth filled you from the inside out with each kick of his cock as he came, rope after rope of his seed filling you just like he did every time he fucked you. A loud, low, continuous groan left his throat as his balls throbbed with his release, his fingers finally ceasing their rubbing against your clit as he went still, basking in his orgasm while keeping himself inside you.Â
You reached a shaky, weak amr behind you and grabbed the back of his neck, gently scraping your nails up along his neck and trimmed undercut of his hair. Nanami hummed in satisfaction before he lifted his head and found your lips with ease, kissing you gently and lovingly, like the two of you had all the time in the world and nothing would ever separate the two of you.Â
He pulled away and looked at you, a content expression on his face. He leaned in to press one more kiss against your eyelid before he pulled back entirely, smoothing his hands down your sides as he pulled out of you, making the both of you moan at the missing contact of the other. You already wanted to whine about how empty you felt, but you knew you could have him whenever you wanted so that feeling didn't last long.
"My ass hurts." You complained, breaking the silence as you were now finally able to feel the full extent of his actions without a clouded mind. Kento laughed as he pulled your panties back in their rightful place, keeping his cum stuffed inside you as he patted his fingers over your cunt before dropping down and sliding your shorts up your legs. "I'm sorry, my love. I'll take responsibility." He said, a hint of amusement in his voice.Â
"You gonna massage my ass all night?" You asked, pushing your body up and leaning against the back of the desk, not yet ready to fully rely on your shaky legs yet. "Of course, I was the one who bruised it after all." Kento nodded as he buckled his belt back into place before stalking forward and caging you in with his body. You wrapped your arms around his neck like you've done a thousand times and let him lean in to kiss your neck, his hands wrapping around your waist to help you stand.
"Good." You said, relishing in his kisses before speaking up again, grabbing ahold of his face and pulling him back so you could look at him properly before you asked your question. "Was the game really rigged this whole time or were you just saying all that to be sexy?" Nanami smiled at that, his own hands grabbing your cheeks as he placed a kiss to the top of your head, to lessen the blow of his inevitable answer you knew was coming. " You know it is, I will always catch you."Â
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too sweet for me
Dp&W!Logan howlett x fem!reader
Summary: You've not been feeling like yourself, and you take it out on logan until one day he decides he can't take it anymore.
Content Warnings: established relationship | spanking | mention of safe word | dom/sub undertones | fingering | maturbation (male) | facials | so sorry if I left anything out. If you tell me I'll fix it.
Word count: 4.2k
Authors note: I'm still trying to get into the swing of writing. I hope you enjoy. Not proofread. My requests are open. Pictures used are not mine found on Pinterest. Divider by @saradika-graphics
My work will always be 18+ Minors do not interact.
You had been in a foul mood all day, no better yet all week. Any little thing Logan did got under your skin. He used your shampoo, and suddenly, you were slinging the bottle across the bathroom. He made your coffee, and you snatched it away from him. He said good morning, and you responded with a roll of your eyes and a "good morning" under your breath. It seemed like all you wanted to do was pick a fight. And your attitude was aimed solely at him.
Logan noticed how relaxed and sweet you were with Wade. He watched as you laughed, and it he wouldn't lie it stung him a bit. You seemed to enjoy that annoying fucks company more than his. Logan had been trying so hard to get back into your good graces for the past couple of days now. When he spoke to you, he made sure his tone of voice was soft. He didn't want to trigger whatever animosity you had for him.
He didn't like feeling as if he were walking on eggshells around you. But he didn't know what to do - or what he did for you to act this way. The only thing he knows is that when you got this way, he hated it. Logan had a hard time controlling his temper, and you certainly knew how to test his patience. So much so that he had to leave the apartment you two live in and spend the night at Wades place.
Today, he had enough.
Logan had been trying to put your bookshelf together today. One you picked out at ikea, and he made a comment on building you a better one that would last much longer. You were hell bent on this particular shelf that could fit right in the corner of your living room. You bugged him all week to do it. But he had been busy working, and then by the time he came home, he was exhausted.
"Baby, can ya' grab me a beer while i do this?" He spoke up as he looked over the instructions. His eyes trained on the visual image on the flimsy piece of paper. His vision straining a bit.
"No," you snapped when logan asked you to get him a beer from the fridge. "Get it yourself. I'm not your maid."
Logan sighed and took a deep breath. He didn't want to snap at you, but you made it really fucking hard not to. "Fine."
He got up, tossing the instructions down and going over to the fridge. You were standing there as his shoulder brushed yours, and his hard gaze fell on you. You shrunk down a bit and went back to sit down at the table. You didn't know why you were being an asshole. You wish you weren't this way. You always seemed to get agitated with the people who never deserved it.
"Wanna tell me what crawled up your ass?"Logan popped his beer open and took a long swig. "I'm trying not to react but it's really hard dealing with your bitchy attitude all week and I've been trying my fuckin' best to please ya."
Logan regretted those words the moment they left his mouth. Your nonchalant reaction to them only pissed him off more.
You didn't respond. You only shrugged your shoulders and went back to reading your book at the table. You couldn't tell him what was wrong, because you had no idea either. He didn't do anything. You were just not in a good mood, and unfortunately, logan was taking the blunt of it. You know his feelings were probably hurt. Especially after seeing you so upbeat and happy when Wade was around.
Logan took another sip of his beer and slammed the bottle down on the table right next to you, causing you to jump a little. He leaned over the back of the chair. his lips ghosting your ear. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, and you didn't need to see his face to know he's mad. You've pushed him too far. He had been patient, and you kept pushing. You kept snapping and being mouthy.
"Go in the bedroom and get undressed." His voice is low and dangerous in your ear.
"But" you tried to argue back, knowing what he wanted to do.
"Don't." His voice was soft again. "No buts I've had about enough of your fuckin' attitude. Go in the bedroom, get undressed, and I'll meet ya' in there."
You turned to look up at him from your seat. Your eyes pleaded for him to change his mind. Yet you knew you deserved it. Everything you've done and said led up to this moment.
"Now." He commanded and picked up his beer and finished it off.
You quickly rose to your feet and carefully got up, trying not to look up at him. He could be intimidating when he's angry. He'd never actually hurt you. You and logan had this agreement since you began dating. Punishments were a pretty normal thing. Logan hated giving them just and much as you hated getting them. (Well, you and him didn't hate them all the time) they did help you, and he knew that. All of the times, when you were overwhelmed with emotions and didn't know how to handle them â this was an outlet for you to let it all out. You would ask for a punishment. Logan always gave you what you wanted and pampered you when it was all done.
You went into your shared room and stripped down until you were completely naked. You sat on the edge of the bed, hanging your head. Hoping logan would take some pity on you. The room was dark, save for the sunset peaking through your curtains.
Logan sat down at the chair you were in before leaving. He tried to collect himself before joining you. He really just wanted you to talk to him. He wanted to understand you. Understand what he did wrong. Understand why you seemed so angry, but he remembered your eyes. You looked so sad and unsure of yourself. All he wanted to do was scoop you up in his arms and protect you from your feelings. He knows doing this will help clear your mind.
He sat there for a couple more minutes, letting you anticipate what was coming, but also trying to calm himself.
Finally, logan walked into the room and saw you at the edge of the bed. You looked defeated. His eyes softened slightly, but he knew he had to go through with this. If you didn't want the punishment, you would use your safeword. You've used it many times before. Since you didn't say anything and you complied to strip off your clothes. He sensed you wanted this punishment if it made you nervous.
"Look at me, baby." He walked to stand above you. His finger lifted your chin up. Your eyes met his. You made it so hard for him to stay mad at you.
You were just so sweet even if you were a fucking pain in the ass to handle. Too sweet for someone like him sometimes.
You looked up at him, his touch was gentle on your face. His hazel eyes weren't boring into yours. He seemed remorseful for what he was about to do. He knew he had to. He couldn't let you continue being so rude and disrespectful towards him. He also knew you needed this. Your body language told him everything.
Logan let go of your chin and took off his white tank top, throwing it across the room. Your eyes ran up and down his body. Your thighs squeezed together. You could feel your arousal already pooling between your legs.
He ran a hand through his hair. "How do ya' want it, hand or belt?"
You hesitated to answer at first.
"Uhmm, your hand." Your voice was quiet.
Logan smirked, noting how quickly your little attitude was already changing. "Alright, it'll be my hand, and we'll do ten spanks. Sound good?"
You nodded and bit down on your bottom lip.
"Use your words, baby." Logan got closer, invading your space. He placed his hands on either side of your hips, his grip firm, but still gentle. He could feel his cock already beginning to strain against the cold metal of his zipper.
"Sounds good." You spoke again quietly.
"Okay." He leaned down and gave the corner of your mouth a quick kiss. "Get up and lay over my lap. You remember what to say if you want this to stop. Yeah?"
"I say red." You jump down off the bed. Logan reluctantly releases your hips but moves back slightly to give you some space.
He sat down in the same spot you were sitting in. You stood there in front of him, your body bare for him. He took you all in and licked his lips. If you weren't being such a brat he'd fuck you instead. God, the things he'd do to you right now. He had to fight those urges. Those primal urges to pull you in his lap and drive his cock deep in your weeping cunt.
You wanted to apologize. You knew it was too little too late for that. No amount of apologizing would help you now. The thought of logan spanking you sent waves of arousal and fear through your body.
"Good girl." Logan praised. His deep, husky voice made your clit pulsate. He reached out, yanking you by the waist, and threw you over his lap.
You gasped as you were now laying across his thighs. His belt buckle digging into your side. Your feet dangling over the floor as you tried not to fall off him. He probably would like that, though. Seeing you fall and watching you get embarrassed.
"Lo, are you mad at me?" You turned to glance up at him over your shoulder.
His quirked an eyebrow up at you. "Mad? Don't ya' think it's a little too late to be askin' me that?" He sighed. "Yeah, I'm mad, but we'll discuss all of that later. Right now, I want ya' to count every spank I give your ass. Okay?"
You turned your head and looked down. You tried to keep your focus on a spot on the floor. It usually helped you deal with the pain and slight humiliation would feel. "Okay."
Logan rubbed his hand over the plush skin of your bottom. You heard him hum as you laid over his lap. Your ass reminded him of a ripe peach he wanted to sink his teeth into. Juicy, firm, soft all the things he liked.
"I hate doin' this. Punishing ya'. I'd much rather be balls deep inside ya' but you just had to hurt my feelings." Logan spoke from behind you. He wasn't really speaking to you rather than at you. He didn't care for your response or sorrys.
"Lo...I- I don't mean to." Your voice broke and your eyes blurred with tears.
You never thought how you were acting would actually hurt his feelings. Logan's never been good at expressing that before. Maybe your sudden mood swings were starting to really affect him. Even if it was your way of asking to be punished â or you were just not feeling like yourself and the sudden wave of sadness made you lash out.
Regardless, it wasn't fair to logan. You see that now. You always saw him as this invincible man where nothing could hurt him. Not even harsh words and the silent treatment. You were wrong. So very wrong.
"Start counting." He interrupted you. His hand, going back to connect with your ass with a harsh slap.
You whimpered, and tears fell from your eyes. "O-ne."
Logan rubbed over the spot he just spanked. You were already crying, and he's barely gotten started. He didn't give you much time to collect yourself before his hand was reconnecting in hard slap to your ass. He watches as the skin ripples from the impact. His cock growing harder watching your ass jiggle as you took your punishment. He had to bit his tongue and not make a comment on it, know how you'd you get embarrassed. Even if he'd love seeing you get that way.
"T-two." You cried out. Your tears falling down your cheeks and onto the floor beneath you, creating small salty puddles.
Logan's hand reeled back again, spanking you over and over. He didn't slow down or go easy on you. Every swat felt like your ass all the way down to your thighs would go numb from the pain. You were a sobbing mess as you struggled to even count for him.
"Shh, shh baby, we're almost done." He soothed you and kissed your temple. "You're doing so good."
Your mind was in a haze now. You couldn't remember being upset. The only thing on your mind was logan and the stinging pain he was inflicting to your ass. His rough hands groping at your skin before delivering another harsh blow.
You could feel your juices running down your legs. You hoped logan wouldn't notice how turned on you also were getting. The more you cried and got it all out, the better you felt. As weird as it probably sounded to some. This made you feel at ease once it was all said and done.
Logan noticed you go silent. The only sound coming from your lips were soft cries.
"Do ya' know what number we're at now?" He rubbed down your back, avoiding your ass for now.
You shook your head. "N-no."
"We're at eight. almost done." Logan reassured, his hand slowly inching down your back and resting on the curve of your sore cheeks.
You took a few steady deep breaths. In and out. In and out. Repeating the action over and over again.
Logan observed the way you were trying to pull yourself together. He gave you a small smile before continuing on. He gave your ass a light little tap, signaling you he was about to start again. You braced yourself as your body hung over his lap. Your toes danced across the floor while you desperately tried to keep yourself perfectly balanced.
"Nine." You yelped a little louder. His hand came down again. The sounds that were made each time his palm connected to your skin sent a shiver down your spine.
"....t-ten." Your voice was raspy, barely even above a whisper as you counted the final blow.
"There we go, baby. We're done. We're all done." Logan went right back into soothing you. He looked down towards your ass watching your body trembling. "You're so strong, ya' know that? So good."
You tried to catch your breath as you choked back another sob. Your face was tear stained, and your makeup ruined.
Logan rubbed up and down the back of your thighs as well. His hand sneaking in between them. He bit his lip as he noticed how wet you got during your punishment. Your inner thighs sticky with your slick. He ran a finger along your wet slit, teasing you. Your nails dig into his strong thighs.
"Mmm, you feel so soft." He purred above you.
Your pussy was drenched with your juices. Your body was still shaking from your punishment. Your ass felt like it was on fire. Logan moved his middle finger up and down along your slit before taking his middle and index finger to spread open your sensitive lips. You turned your head to watch as logan admired your sex dripping for him. He loved the way it glistened. He watched as your walls clenched around nothing, practically begging him to fill you up.
All that attitude, sadness, and feelings of self-doubt of yours were fading away.
"Logan, please," you begged him. Your voice, still raspy. He did a double take at your disheveled appearance. Your eyes bloodshot with your mascara running, smudging your under eyes.
Logan felt so bad for making you cry like that. He felt even worse for not taking it easy on you when he was spanking you. Even if it helped you get over whatever it was you that bothered you. But he couldn't deny how hard it made him as well.
He didn't respond as he spread your lips further apart, letting the cold air of your bedroom hit your entrance. Your face heating up while logan fully exposes you. Your clit throbbing as it goes ignored. He takes his thumb and rubs the outer part of your opening, getting it nice and ready. You moan, and logan doesn't stop looking at you.
"Ya' have the tightest little pussy." He commented, feeling how your entrance wants to take in his thumb, but he doesn't push it in. Not yet.
Instead, he pulls it away, and you whine; a small pout forming on your face. You began squirming over his lap, his erection pressing right against your stomach. You can see just how feral he wants to be become. His pupils blown completely until out, you can't see the color anymore. His nostrils flared while smelling your arousal all in the room.
"This is how it's gonna be. I'll let ya' cum on my fingers. That's all ya' get tonight. Jus' my fingers. You don't deserve my dick. " His tone was strong and commanding as he told you how the rest of the night was going to go.
That's when you knew your punishment didn't just stop once the spanking was over with.
"Will you still help me get cleaned up afterward?" You felt a little disappointed and on the verge of crying again when he rejected you. Logan usually always fucked you after your punishment. This time it was so different.
"Baby, I'm always gonna take of ya." Logan reassured. Which almost made you feel better.
He finally slipped a finger inside you. Your walls instinctively squeeze around his thick digit. You cried out in pleasure as you squirmed more. The pad of his finger slowly rubbing and pressing firmly on that spongey spot on your walls. You arched your back and dug your nails into his skin through his jeans.
"Hmmphf.... more loâ I need more." You begged.
Your head felt dizzy from all the sensations you felt. Your ass was still in so much pain but logans attention to your pussy kept your mind off it. Normally, he would tease you longer. Make you beg until you were a complete wreck. He couldn't bring himself to do that tonight. He felt guilty for spanking you the way he did. But still wasn't going to give you his cock.
Logan gently pushed another finger inside you. You bit your lip to stifle a moan as he began pumping them in and out of you slowly. You felt his cock twitch in his jeans under you. His fingers knuckle deep in your cunt as he trusted them inside you. He curled them up and made sure to pay close attention to your g-spot, pressing on it and massaging it. Your walls clenching up and your toes curling.
"You okay, baby? Logan checked in, but his fingers didnât slow.
"Y-yes...m'okay keeping going" You stammered out, as you tried to keep focus.
He chuckled and picked up the pace. His fingers were making your pussy create the most vulgar wet sounds you've ever heard. Your slick soaking his hand as he fucked you. Your legs shook and he took his other hand to rub tight circles over your clit. You could feel your orgasm building up. That coil in your lower belly tightening as logan fingered you hard and deep.
"F-fu- logan, I can't hold it." You warned him. Your moans were getting louder and more desperate.
"Aaah! god! I'm gonna-" You mewled while your cunt was being spread open. His long, thick fingers working in and out of you.
That only spurred him on until you were cuming all over his hands. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you hold onto his thighs for dear life.
Logan didn't stop. His fingers still moved in and out of you while his other hand payed attention to your throbbing clit. He milked your pussy as you rode out your release. He finally slowed down and stilled his hands. Carefully, he removed his fingers with a loud shlick. A string of your juices still connecting to them. He brought them up to his lips, sticking them in his mouth.
Logan hummed at the taste of you. "You're so sweet. " You wanted to hide your face. Your eyes glossy from your orgasm.
"Come on, on your knees." He patted your ass gently. You didn't move at first. Your body was too weak, and your mind was still too cloudy think.
He noticed your hesitation and figured out why. He placed his hands on your waist and moved you gently to the floor to sit back on your knees.
"Jus' because I'm not sticking my dick in you tonight doesn't mean I can't get off, too." He grunted and unbuckled his belt.
Logan unzipped his pants and his cock sprung free almost smacking you in the face. The head of his cock leaking precum. You lick your lips and immediately try to taste him. He grabbed your jaw firm but not enough to hurt you.
"Ah ah, and what do you think you're doing?" He smirked, taking his cock in his hand.
"I thought you'd want me to use my mouth." You looked up at him, confusion written all over your face.
"Ya' don't get to blow me either. Ya' get to watch me jerk myself off and cum all over that pretty face of yours." Logan let go of your jaw and stood up straight. His form towering over yours as you kneeled in front of him.
"Oh." You wiped your eyes. You felt rejected yet again, but honestly, you understand why. You were a bitch to him for the past week. It was only fair and definitely part of the punishment.
"If you're good. I might let you ride me tomorrow mornin'." He looked down at you, giving you a small smile. You know him telling you no was just as difficult.
Logans abs flexed as his hand slowly started stroking his cock. His thumb pushing down on his tip, smearing in his precum. He let out a loud hiss and groaned. You watched from your position. You shift in your spot as you feel yourself getting wetter. Logan was taking his time. He was making a show of it â wanting you to see what you're missing. His body glistened with sweat. His mouth parted as he muttered "fuck" under his breath.
His hand moved up and down, pumping himself above you. Your eyes were in awe at how beautiful he was. You watched how his abs flexed and his Adam's apple danced. You wanted to reach out and help him. You wanted to apologize with your mouth full of his cock. He wasn't going to let you do any of that.
"Ahh, goddammit. If you weren't such a brat, I'd have ya' split open right now." He grunted again. "Make ya call me sir with my dick in the back of your throat."
"You still can." You reminded him.
He laughed. "Nice try, but no. Only good girls get my dick. Ya' haven't been good."
You frowned and kept your hands in your lap. Your juices were dripping down your legs and little to the floor. You've never been more frustrated and turned on in your life. You watched logan stroking himself. His eyes half lidded, and his muscles flexed with every movement. His pace quickened and you could tell he was about to cum. He cupped his balls with his other hand, making his knees buckle slighlty. Your clit ached at the sight before you.
"Goddamn," he whispered to himself while his hand moved at a faster pace. "See what ya' do to me? How hard ya' make me?"
You watched in awe as your pussy ached more for him. You were on the verge of pouting but remembered what he told you. "Ya can ride me in the mornin" his words echoed in your ear. That promise was enough to keep you at bay and kneeling down before him like a good girl. His good girl. That's what you wanted to be again.
His chest was rising and falling faster. Logan gave himself a few more long strokes, and he was finishing all over your face. He growled harshly and ropes of cum shot out onto your mouth and chin. He was careful not to get any in your eyes or hair. Logan kept pumping himself, milking every single drop he had left in him. You went to move away, but the hand that was on his balls grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer. Your face just millimeters away from his cock and heavy balls. His hand finally stilled.
All you could hear was the sound of his heavy breathing. You waited until he came down from his high. His release had hit him hard, too, just as yours did. Logan had been pent up with so much frustration over these past couple of weeks because of you. You felt his hand letting go of your neck. You went to rub the sore spot where his fingers dug into your skin. He didn't speak to you yet. He was still trying to catch his breath after his release.
Logan dragged his hand down his face and looked you over once more. He gently took you by the upper arms and put you on your feet. Your legs felt wobbly, and the stinging pain on your ass returned. Logans eyes trailed up and down your body, focusing on your face.
You were a mess, cheeks all tear stained. Your makeup smudged and now his cum dripping down your chin. You were a beautiful sight. One logan wanted to admire forever. If he had his phone; he'd make this moment his lockscreen and jerk off to it when you weren't around.
Your tongue inched out to lick some of the cum off your lips. You loved the way he tasted and hated how he wouldn't let you have more. Logan felt his cock twitching again but chose to ignore it. He let out a shuddered breath and shook his head.
"Ya' alright? Was that too much?" He bent down, grabbing his discarded shirt off the floor. Logan carefully wipe off the mess on your face, starting with his cum.
"Not too much." You shook your head. "I'm fine." You tried to fix up your makeup, but it was really no use.
He leaned down and gave your forehead a sweet kiss.
"We need to get some aloe on your ass. It'll help sooth that burning feelin" Logan moved around the room as you stood in your spot. You wrapped your arms around your middle while you watched him hunt for the aloe and put his jeans back on.
Logan noticed how you were hugging around yourself. He cursed under his breath, fixing himself back in his pants. There was something still lingering in the air. He couldn't put his finger on it.
"C'mere baby." He took your arms from around you and pulled you to him in a warm embrace. You buried your face in his chest, taking in his scent. Logan could sense how you needed his comfort more than some lotion right now.
You two stood in eachothers arms for what felt like hours. He finally spoke up, breaking the silence.
"If ya' don't wanna talk about what's been bothering ya' I want pressure. Jus' know I'm all ears once you're ever ready to tell me"
You nodded and closed your eyes, not wanting him to let you go.
"Sometimes I don't know what's wrong." You whispered to him.
"And that's okay." He kissed the top of your head. "Let's take a bath together, and I'll cook ya' dinner."
"Are you gonna finish my bookshelf?" You moved your head away to meet his gentle gaze.
Logan chuckled and playfully swatted your ass. "Yeah, yeah, I'll finish that damn bookshelf."
The rest of your night was spent with you in logans arms after he helped get you all cleaned up. He got our your favorite sweatshirt and made you food. You sat on the couch watching him get frustrated with the instructions to your bookshelf that he had to remind you he could've just made you a better one. Logan did end up finishing it for you and joined you on the couch, pulling you into his lap where you both ended up falling asleep.
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Youâre not sure whatâs worse, your sisterâs boyfriend or your sisterâs boyfriendâs friends. What you thought would be a great deal in living with her throughout college turns into a major game of cat and mouse, where youâre unsure if your moral compass is pointing in the right direction solely because you suspect someone is wearing a giant sex magnet to throw it off.Â
ážážáž minors do not interact!
ážážáž simp gamer ! lee heeseung x afab readerÂ
 ážážáž wc: 30k
 ážážáž tags: smut, sisterâs boyfriend trope, exhibitionism and voyeurism, dom heeseung, he is also unemployed lol, gaming antics, discord streaming, sexting, sex bets, shameless behavior, food mentions, alcohol use, implied sickness due to said alcohol, jake, sunghoon, and jay as the gamer friends who have a bet going. also the guys who get to watchâŠ.kind of.Â
 ážážáž !WARNINGS!: cheating/infidelity, dubcon-ish at one instance, heeseung is mean and manipulative. instances where jake, jay, and sunghoon take advantage of a situation where reader is drunk (conversation based), the reader can be lifted, visibly marked, has hair that can have fingers ran through it, and blushes visibly.
 ážážáž a/n: this fic was written for heeseung's gf @drunkhazed! i really loved the idea, as you can see, i kind of went crazy with it. i hope it lives up to your imagination but maybe not idk. you better love it anyway oomfie, bc i loved writing it for u. this fic was briefly edited but likely still has a million typos and grammar errors.
ážážáž nsfw tags below
ážážáž nsfw tags: 10â heeseung, dubcon-ish at one instance, masturbation, pillow humping, cum eating, degradation, hentai watching, sexting, sex on camera, blow job, voyeurism, exhibitionism, deep penetration, cream pie, breeding, blood and spit, one mention of piss but no actual piss (form of degradation), fingers down your throat.
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Walking into an empty room has never felt so freeing, especially in knowing this is your space. Safe from your parents, bare and ready to be adorned with all of the things you hold dear to you. Whatâs even better? Itâs bigger than your room back home, and you even have a little attached bathroom of your own.Â
Life is great. You think studying here will ease your mind and allow you to graduate top of your class by the time itâs all over and done with. If you could kiss your sister, you would, really.Â
You remember being kids and the two of you promising that when you grow up, youâd live together and never grow apart. After actually growing up though, she finished her degree and went off on her own, leaving you by yourself with no one to get you through the hardships of becoming a college student yourself.
With her working full time for several years and you struggling your own way to the top, she really did follow through with that young childhood promise.Â
âWhy donât you come live with me through college? Iâm sure it would be easier than living with all those rules.âÂ
You didnât even think twice and had your bags packed a single day after the invitation. You stayed up all night getting it done, emptying your childhood room filled with both good and bad memories. Alas, you did have to wait until the spring semester was over though. Thankfully, you were only sleeping in a packed up room for about a week.
You find yourself here now, with your sister lovingly making lunch in the kitchen while her boyfriend, who you have only met briefly at holiday gatherings, stays in the office-turned-gaming room hooting and howling over some game heâs playing.
âDonât mind him.â She half-smiles when he doesnât immediately head for the kitchen, making her own plate and moving to the table with a sense of annoyance. âHeâll be out in a bit, itâs a pretty normal occurrence.âÂ
âYou donât think itâs rude?â You furrow your brows now, automatically assuming that your sister deserves a man willing to work just as much as she does. Still, you donât entirely mind that you werenât forced into an official meeting of the man of the house first thing when you walked in.
âNah, not really. Been dating him for years, I knew what I signed up for when I moved him in.â She smiles while shaking her head, seemingly accepting all of his positives and negatives.
âDoes he not have a job?â You pry, picking at your plate and trying to memorize his actual name because for a little while, you really started to wonder if his name was just a variation of âhoneyâ and âbabeâ. Thankfully not.Â
âHeâs looking for one.â She says, looking at you and trying to read your judgment. âBefore you say anything, he has money. Orâwell, his parentâs have money. They pay his half of the rent right now.â
You shrug, noting that she really does seem happy and youâd be the best person to judge her level of fulfillment outside of herself anyway. You trust that she picked the right man, even if heâs still screaming in the other room with an empty stomach.Â
âBy the wayâŠâ She says with a wicked smile, one that you remember growing up with. The other end of that smile always ends with some sort ofâŠantic. âWeâre throwing you a welcome party this weekend. Inviting all of our friends too, so itâs easier for you to start being social on this side of town.â
You would groan, but growing up in your childhood home with your parents never came with parties. No birthdays at home, no sleepovers, nothing. Hell, they wouldnât even allow you to attend other parties as a child, and going to college parties was out of the question.
The only party you ever attended was during the time you snuck out. They made damn sure you never snuck out again after that mishap as well.Â
âOh, really?â You chew and speak at the same time, not minding your manners at all considering you can get away with it now. âIs there gonna be alcohol?âÂ
âOh, yes, yes.â She smiles again. âGonna give you a proper party since, you know.â
You nod to her and you both laugh together at the found freedom you share, and then, well, the king of screaming like a toddler walks in. His hair looks like shit, an indent at the top of the messy locks indicating that he must have had his headset on for a long fucking time. Loose shirt with the sleeves pushed up, eyes sleepy and red, probably burning from the sunlight coming through the windows, and some sort of smile on his face. He looks at his girlfriend with that tired smile, about to thank her for the meal, then his eyes trail to you.
âOh fuckââ His hands raise to run his fingers through his hair, then both rest on the back of his neck as he lets out a big sigh. âWas that today?âÂ
You give him the side eye of all side eyes at this moment. Reminding yourself how you and your sister spent all morning hauling your stuff in without his help. She also did say he would have put together your desk, dresser, shelf, and bed frame by the time you got here. Well, he didnât.
âYep.â She pops the p on the end of her word indicating passive aggressive annoyance.Â
âShit.â He mumbles under his breath, placing his empty plate right back into the cupboard and making his way to your room. âIâll do it now. Iâm sorry babe.âÂ
Your sister nods triumphantly, watching your look of surprise in reaction to the way he instantly appears to fix his mistake without more than a single word from her.Â
âHe knows when he fucks up. He was supposed to do it yesterday but as you can see, he hasnât left his PC since like, nine oâ clock last night.â She shrugs.
You laugh, furrowing your brow at her.Â
âI really didnât expect him to be so lazy, sis, I always figured youâd be dating a doctor or something.âÂ
She brushes off her shoulders with a proud look, leaning towards you with a smile.Â
âHe was working a really good job but I could see how unhappy he was. Iâm giving him a year or two to figure himself out. Heâs been back and forth trying new things, hasnât quite landed on anything he likes yet though.âÂ
She is a fucking saint. Honestly, Heeseung might be the luckiest man in the world to have a woman willing to do such a thing for him.Â
âWoah,â You start, taking a sip of your water. âHeâs trying to make it as a streamer right now, I take it?â
She shakes her head with an eye roll.
âNot really, heâs just always spent as much free time as possible playing but, I trust that heâll figure something out sooner rather than later.âÂ
And you pry for a while longer. Learning about all of the things your sister and Heeseung do together, learning about her friends and his friends, the rules of the house, and the not-rules of the house. For instance, youâre allowed to bring home hook-ups or dates if you give a fair warning so she doesnât have to hear it. However, the food in the fridge is for the house occupants only, and people need to ask before opening the cupboards and filling their plates. Of course, unless there is a party.Â
Another rule, which was a bit too much information but you figure itâs fair since everyone here is an adult. She and Heeseung apparently have a pretty active sex life and apologized in advance for some of the things you may end up hearing. She also noted that there will be ear plugs if you need them, but that she suggests throwing on some headphones and ignoring it. Fair enough, itâs her house anyway.Â
And after a few hours pass, Heeseung makes his way out of your room with a smile on his face. You remember seeing him maybe two or three times during the holidays but he never mingled with you. He never mingled with anyone, actually. He tended to keep to himself, with his loose fitting outfits always sticking out in the awkward family photos that your sister would sneak him into. Thatâs all you can really recall about him.Â
It is kind of strange seeing him in his natural habitat of your sisterâs house. Already, youâve seen more personality in him than you ever did during the brief meetings. Itâs kind of nice to see him proudly nodding his head to your bedroom as if to invite you in properly like he should have done hours ago when you arrived. He took it upon himself to rearrange the room for maximum space. Arguably, youâre impressed.Â
âI unpacked some of your things too.â He comments as he hugs your sister from behind in the doorway. âNeeded to make sure the dresser drawers wouldnât cave in.âÂ
Your eyes trail to the pretty dresser, painted white with even prettier trim on it. Itâs the first time youâve ever had a matching bedroom set. You head over and take a peek in the drawers, noting that he didnât just haphazardly throw your clothes in there.Â
Top drawer, all of your undergarments are fucking folded. Second drawer, socks, tights, and leggings, third drawer, soft pajama sets also folded. And the fourth drawer remains empty.
You turn to look at him, embarrassed by the fact that he took it upon himself to do that. You canât see a single shred of embarrassment in his own face though, and it appears he really was just being nice.Â
âDonât be embarrassed. I do the laundry here so Iâll be folding those more often than youâd think.â He smiles, and your sister lends a chuckle.Â
âHeâs gotta do something while Iâm making most of the money.â She shrugs, totally fine with the fact that her boyfriend just handled every piece of underwear you own save for the ones youâre wearing.Â
âCloset too, hung up what I could but Iâm like, really hungry so I figured I could leave the rest to you.âÂ
You nod in appreciation, in awe of your new room and the soft, plush carpet on your floor. Your old room was hard wood with dust filled corners, it felt cold. Here though? You feel welcomed, warm, and cozy.Â
Hundreds of ideas flood your mind about how you want to decorate the room and as you go to start unpacking your miscellaneous items, your sister nods and backs out of the room with her boyfriend still hugging her from behind.Â
There, youâre left to your own devices.Â
Another thought crosses your mind when you hear the door close as well. The fact that you havenât had a door to close for your bedroom since you snuck out all those years ago. The sound felt like music to your ears as you found yourself falling back on the bare mattress with a deep and relieved sigh.Â
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With all of the unpacking, wall art compositions, and napping in between, the week flew by quicker than you anticipated.
Waking up today, at half past two in the afternoon felt so good. Your duvet felt crispy, your room was completed and finally your own, and it felt safe. You could smell the breakfast cooking in the kitchen, and your sisterâs voice paired with Heeseung ringing fondly at each other.Â
Little bit strange that you didnât wake up to silence in the house, considering Heeseung is usually just now heading to sleep with that fucked up sleep schedule and your sister is normally lounging in the living room with a snack, iced coffee, and watching her favorite reality shows. Save for when sheâs at work all day, of course.
Still, you slowly pull yourself out of bed feeling happy and refreshed, stepping into your attached bathroom to do your morning routine before exiting the room, and then heading into the kitchen with a small âgood morning.â
âItâs nearly three in the afternoon.â Your sister smiles at you. âBut good morning to you too sis.â
Heeseung, seemingly dressed for the day with a band tee and a beanie on, lends you a glance and a wave as he swings back and forth in the kitchen, mixing pancake batter in a bowl for your sister and unaware of the speckle of said batter stuck in a strand of his hair.Â
You lean over your sisterâs shoulder after waving back to him, noting how sheâs making little bite-sized pieces of pancake. Ah, this is the life, really.Â
âWell? Donât just stand there? Pour some juice or something. We need a big meal before tonight.â Your sister laughs at your sleepy content hum from behind her, noting how you act much like she did when she first got out of the childhood home.Â
You take a step back, eyeing the room, trying to put the puzzle pieces together as to why Heeseung is awake and dressed and why sheâs making a big meal to begin with. Both your sister and Heeseung note the confusion on your face.Â
âAh, she forgot.â He rumbles with a smirk, not keeping his eyes on you for too long as his focus falls back to mixing.Â
âDid you really forget?â Your sister rolls her eyes with a spatula in hand, turning to you and putting her other hand on her hip. âEveryone seems excited to meet you, theyâll probably start pouring in around six or seven tonight.â
âOh, right! The party!â You exclaim, shocked that you really did forget about it. With your sisterâs promise of alcohol, you assume that explains the large breakfast, and also probably why Heeseung doesnât look like a total slob.
âYeah, the party.â Heeseung snickers, his back turned away from you but overall acting as if youâve already lived here for months. Throwing the same sarcasm at you that your sister does.Â
âNow go pour some juice, we have to go to the store after this and pick out drinks.â Your sister finally says, turning back to flip the pancakes in the pan. âYou have drank since I moved out, right? You never wanted to try anything with me back then.â
You reluctantly nod your head, and your sister gasps fondly.
âSomeone got into the liquor cabinet?âÂ
You nod with a laugh, knowing that you learned how to do it from her despite always being too chicken as a teenager to do it with her. The curiosity of being drunk didnât outweigh the fear of being caught at all for you, at the time anyway.Â
âSunghoon is usually the one babysitting us, so no need to worry about pacing yourself.â Heeseung comments along with his sneaky side eye at you.Â
You donât notice him do it at all, and even if you did youâd just assume itâs a passing glance. After all, you did open the fridge a little too hard.
âSunghoon?â You ask.Â
âOne of my friends,â He raises his hand to his hair to try and shake out the now, obvious, speckle of batter thatâs starting to dry in the strands. âBy the way, when you go to bed tonightâ make sure you lock your door.â He continues, turning around now and leaning against the counter just to watch you lift on your toes for some of the cups in the cabinet.Â
His eyes watch the way you lift, your calf muscles flexing, your back arching slightly as you try to reachâŠAnd, well, heâs acting much like any man would, if heâs being honest, but ultimately he keeps his eyes to himself when your sister is turned or looking at him.Â
âNoted.â You nod without paying much attention, pouring the drinks and now moving the filled glasses to the table.
You make brief eye contact with him, noting how heâs already looking at you while your sister is simply listening, facing the other way and mostly just focused on not burning the pancakes.
âIâm serious. Lock your door.â He repeats, scanning your body and judging just how dangerous it is for you to be living here.Â
Mostly because heâs always found you quite cute, and heâs very aware that his friends probably will too. Hell, heâs already crossed a line with you since day one of you living here, heâs shocked you havenât yet picked up on it, and knows very well that his friends will make moves instantly if you give them a chance. And with all things considered, you seem a bit too unaware of how attractive you are.Â
âHm?â You raise a brow as you make your way back to the kitchen. âI was going to, but now youâre making it sound important.â
âWell,â Your sister chimes in, stepping back once and holding out her hand. Heeseung is quick adjust his eyes, handing the fresh bowl of batter to her with a kiss to her cheek as if he wasnât just eye fucking you. âAll of them are single, and youâre just about as good looking as I am.â She laughs half-heartedly.Â
Sheâs not trying to have an ego, but itâs best to warn you now at least. Itâs not that she thinks sheâs hot or anything, but she knows they think she is. And if thatâs the case, theyâre gonna be drooling over the younger, more single, version of herself.Â
Heeseung rolls his eyes now though, leaning back against the counter and scanning you again the second your sister has her back turned. This time more blatantly. Eyes landing on the curve of your hips to the length of your legs.Â
âYeah.â He says, sucking in a breath with a half lidded gaze, letting his eyes trail down. âIâll try to keep them at bay, though.âÂ
For Heeseung, there is nothing wrong with looking. For you? You feel very seen by him and itâs kind of throwing you for a loop. Your appearance becomes the main point of conversation and it makes you want to kind of leave the kitchen.Â
âI doubt thatâll be an issue.â You try to laugh it off.Â
âNo, seriously.â Your sister says, turning to look at you briefly to give you a serious expression. âBack when I first met Heeseung, all four of them were after me. I swear, theyâre more than just competitive with their games.âÂ
âI always win though.â Heeseung nods triumphantly, now keeping his eyes to himself and focusing more on his girlfriend.
âThat, you do.â She boasts for him, leaning back after moving the pancakes to a plate and landing a kiss on his lips.Â
You study how they move together. So in sync, not stepping on each otherâs toes, ultimately moving in harmony. Likes it natural to them. She really does look happy, and he just looks like a guy who doesnât know where to land his gaze.Â
A normal guy, you think, who was given the same freedom your sister gives to you. It really is just who she is to take care of people, and the harsh judgment you originally had about Heeseung kind of fades a little bit as you watch them.Â
You try not to study him too much though because damn, your sister knows how to pick them in terms of like, scale of attractiveness. Heeseung is the type of guy the two of you would giggle over at the mall. The type youâd silently bicker over from behind a store rack of jackets, or perhaps even fantasize about during a long and boring tv show with your parents.Â
Itâs not strange to find him attractive, because, well, he is. But you know your place here, and youâve grown up to the point to know that you can appreciate a personâs looks and not need anything from them at the end of the day.Â
However, you kind of hope his friends are at the same level as him. For one, to avoid having a secret crush on Heeseung, because who wouldnât? And secondly, theyâre single, just like you.Â
Apparently theyâre also a threat to the âinnocenceâ both your sister and Heeseung seem to want to protect within you.Â
âIâll lock my door.â You say finally, receiving a happy nod from both of them as they continue their cooking and you make your way to the table.Â
And while you do plan to lock your door, you also plan to take your time in getting dressed for the party. You kind of do want to be pounced at, or at least, feel the freedom of knowing you can look however you want without your parents forcing you into the ugliest outfit known to man. You know how to dress yourself, youâve just never quite been allowed to do it. All those sneaky clothes your sister bought for you can finally come in handy.Â
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When your sister mentioned throwing you a welcome party, you expected a gathering of friends standing around awkwardly sipping wine coolers. What you didnât expect was for there to be mood lighting, music, an array of nicely dressed people, and a large gaming set up in the living room where the big screen television was muted and a maximum of eight at a time could go head to head on super smash bros.Â
You found yourself enjoying it more and more as the night went on and you became more comfortable being greeted by strangers. Each drink you were handed mostly came from your sister, but by the time she stopped making her own drinks and began to drink whatever the hell-mix her friends were giving to her, Heeseung was the one handing you drinks.Â
âCome hereââ Heeseung says over the blaring music, still floored by how good you look now versus how good you looked this morning. To him, the drinks heâs having paired with you running around looking like this? Itâs even more dangerous than he thought as he continuously finds himself staring, and finds you seemingly still unaware of it.Â
 âIâll show you how to mix this one.â
Your sister was off somewhere in the house with her group of pretty friends, and youâve really only briefly met everyone as they walked in the door. The drinks in your system make you want to actually mingle though. Everyone else is mingling, everyone else looks comfortable and happy to enjoy the party. It drives you to feel the same.
You nod to Heeseung with warmth in your cheeks, noting that he looks about as tipsy as you do when he stumbles his way back into the brightly lit kitchen with you. Your eyes burn at the light, as do his, and he groans at it before opening the fridge and pulling out the cranberry juice.Â
âYour sister said youâve probably only chugged from a bottle, so I opted to give you the easiest drink to make.â He explains in a slight slur, setting the juice on the counter and ultimately knocking it with his elbow when he turns to grab the vodka bottle. âCranberry juice and vodka.â
You feel endeared by his genuine smile and embarrassed laugh at the way he knocked over the juice, watching him in his own element and comfort zone. It makes you feel a little guilty that heâs been the one making your drinks, only because your sister must have asked him to by the time she got too drunk.Â
Heeseung seems to do just about everything she asks of him, and while youâre thankful, you feel a little bad that heâd probably rather be in the other room with his friends rather than trapped in this empty and terribly lit kitchen teaching you how to make a fucking mixed drink.Â
âI put aboutââ He starts, grabbing your cup and pouring it half full with vodka. âthis much into yours.â
In your own state, itâs not like youâd know whatâs too much or whatâs too little to put into a drink, but so far everything heâs handed to you tasted good. So, you nod at him, attempting to focus in on the cup.
âAnd this much juice.â He continues, now pouring not enough juice into the vodka.
From this angle, watching him from behind, you pause for a moment in your tipsy brain. Distracted by the way his shoulders flex when heâs grabbing that big ass bottle of juice, but youâre quick to tear your eyes away. Heâs just a nice looking guy, dressed up for the first time since you moved in, you canât fucking help it. Surely your sister would understand if she ever caught you checking him out, right?
âThen just stir it.â He adds now, turning to face you and dipping two fingers deep into the liquid of your cup, swirling them, then handing you the drink.Â
He sucks the remaining mixture off of his fingers in a blatant show of his interest that youâre still far too aloof to pick up, watching you pretend he didnât catch you staring. And with his fingers still in his mouth, he smirks around them, giving you a pleased expression when you take a sip from the cup.Â
You glance up just for a second when you taste the same exact drink heâs been making you for the past forty five minutes and nod, trying not to focus on the way his tongue darts between his fingers twice before he pulls them out of his mouth.Â
âGood?â He asks for confirmation, and when you smile and nod again, his eyes stare harder.Â
Surely itâs just because youâre drunk, but you swear heâs giving you bedroom eyes, and paired with what he just did with his tongueâŠ.well. He looks at you similar to how he did this morning. And when you moved in. And back during that one Holiday party he attended at your childhood home.Â
Definitely the alcohol. Like, heâs dating your sister. Sheâs the prettier one, the more successful one, the one with more personality. Youâre just you. No way in hell is he really looking at you the same way he looks at her. Itâs just your boosted confidence of finally being able to wear such a skimpy outfit. Itâs just the liquid courage, thatâs all.Â
âYou knowââ He starts this time, leaning against the counter like he did this morning while helping your sister cook, trying to appear casual, cool, and perhaps attractive in this stance. âWhen I was beating Jayâs ass on smash bros earlier, he mentioned you.âÂ
You continue to sip your drink, feeling a buzzing in your chest and ears as you listen to him. Far more able now to have any conversation he could throw at you compared to any other day. Even with the thought in your head that he might be checking you out.
âOh? Which one is Jay again?â You ask, leaning slightly to peek around the wall at the crowd of bodies just a room over. Interest peaking solely because the majority of people in this house right now are like, next level attractive. Maybe this Jay guy can take your thoughts off of your sisterâs fucking boyfriend.Â
âThe one with the sunglasses on his head, wearing all black.â He starts, leaning close next to you and pointing just in front of your line of sight. âHeâs a fucking loser, though.âÂ
You look at the guy, trying to remember the short greeting he gave to you. A nod of his head when he pushed those same sunglasses up and into his hair. He threw a very quick glance at you, to your face, chest, legs, then back to your face where he nodded again before making his way into the kitchen to make himself a drink. You think, maybe, that Jay guy judged you positively upon meeting you.Â
âHe didnât even tell me his name, no wonder I didnât know which one he was.â You lend a drunken laugh as you check him out, sipping your drink again while listening to Heeseung laugh next to you.Â
His laugh sounds closer, which makes sense considering heâs now leaning his weight on you with his elbow on your shoulder, resting his head there.Â
âI thought he was that oneââ You say, now pointing your own finger to the other guy you met briefly, the one with the longer hair, dyed blonde with hella untouched roots..Â
He had a nice smile when he greeted you, leaning in for a warm hug with a small âgreat to finally meet you.â His clothes drastically differed from Jayâs though. Far more casual and normal, loose jeans and a large hoodie just like what Heeseung seems to wear so often, except the colors were a bit brighter.
âNah, thatâs Jake.â Heeseung snorts, breathing in your scent as he leans into you as closely as he can, letting the stands of his hair poking out from his beanie tickle your neck. âCareful with that one, heâs a pervert.âÂ
Youâre quick to admit interest in this one too, swatting Heeseungâs hair from your neck without thinking much about it. Which, arguably, doesnât quite sit well with him.
Not only are you almost entirely ignoring him now, but itâs his fault for pointing out his friends to you again despite his attempts at making them appear unappealing to you. It seems that his girlfriendâs little sister is a bit too eager to look at guys, yet not eager enough to look at him.
âOh yeah?â You look for a little too long at Jake, in Heeseungâs opinion, as he draws his finger over to the very sober Sunghoon.Â
âYou remember meeting him though, he made sure of it.â Heeseung rolls his eyes from beside you, leaning hard. âAlso a pervert, just a little less obvious. Iâd steer clear.âÂ
âIs Jay the only one that isnât a pervert?â You ask off handedly in a shy chuckle, bobbing your head now to the music bumping against the walls.Â
âGod, did I not just tell you he mentioned you?â Heeseung shifts his weight to his other leg, skewing his head and looking straight down your shirt. âHe asked if you were like your sister, the freak.â
He leans away from you at that point, noting that your drink is already near empty again and needing to refill it so that way he can push his own opinions into that empty little brain of yours.Â
âWhat do you mean, like my sister?â You ask, watching him take the cup from you and place it right there in front of the same ingredients he just used to make the drink before.Â
âWell,â He tilts his head back slightly when he turns to prepare the drink, eyes looking at you in a dark and somewhat scary way, still with a charming smile though. âYour big sis kind of got a little dirty on our first date. Guess Jay hopes youâre the same.â
Heeseung hopes you are too, but not for them.Â
And, for you? Itâs not like youâve ever been given a chance to do such a thing. However, upon meeting and then re-meeting his friends from afar, all of them really are quite attractive. Maybe you could follow in your sisterâs footsteps just to say that yes, you fuck on the first date too.
âI guess I am a bit like her.â You say offhandedly, looking away from Heeseung and tipping your head back around the corner to check the three men out again.
And when Heeseung turns to give you another full drink, he snaps his fingers.Â
âGet back in here.â He says, and when you turn to face him again, his eyes land right back on your chest.Â
âIâd advise against it.â He slurs at seeing your curious gaze land on one specific friend, stirring your drink with his fingers much like he did before. âJay is a slut.â
âAll of them are, actually.â
Unfortunately, Heeseungâs warnings go through one ear and out the other. He can see it, especially with the way you place that drink up to your lips and make your way into the living room, leaving him behind without so much as a âthank youâ.Â
And when you sit, directly between Jay and Jake, both of them turn their heads from the large TV screen, which allows Sunghoon to land some pretty major blows on them until he, himself, turns his head to witness two drunk idiots and a pretty girl between them.Â
âHeeseung said you asked about me.â You state boldly, leaning into the wrong person to say it.Â
âWell, heâs a liar.â Jake bellows out, studying how drunk you are and glancing up at Jay with a snide grin. Raising his brows and gripping his controller.Â
âThat would be me who asked.â Jay pipes in, and itâs the first time youâve heard his voice directly address you, but man, alcohol is fun. It makes you feel even more bold when you turn to look at him with a face that you assume shows interest.
âWhy didnât you just ask me yourself?â You ask, ignoring that you fumbled the greeting.
âYou werenât drunk enough,â Jay laughs, ignoring the screen as it gives Sunghoon his win. âI see now though,â He looks you up and down, slouching back against the couch and stretching his arm wide around the back of it, and you.â Youâre definitely drunk.â
You nod happily, eyes turning to Jake, who is still just checking you out.Â
âSure am.â You laugh, hopping up in one motion and turning to face them. âHeeseung also told me that youâre all fucking perverts, so.â
Jay and Jake both lend a âwhat the fuck, bro?â face at Heeseung, who was slouched against the wall, yet again, watching how you interact with his friends. He simply shrugs at them with a malicious smile into his drink. After all, heâs the one on top of the world right now. Not only does he have a hot as fuck girlfriend who lets him live and do as he pleases, but now heâs got a younger version of her running around, acting like she knows how to whore herself out.
He can tell youâre just like her in that regard. Ready, willing, wanting to experience everything all at once if the world throws it at you. From the way you sat between his friends to the way you snitched on him with a pretty smile on your face. Oh man, the guys probably love you already.
âSo, what?â Jay rolls his eyes as Jake watches you stand on wobbling legs. âYou donât like to get laid?â
You bellow out a laugh that nearly throws you off balance, but Jake is very quick to lunge forward and grab your arm to steady you, forcing you to spill your drink all over yourself and him.Â
âSure I do,â You ignore the blatant show of your mindstate and instead, remember how youâve actually had plenty of sex during whatever time you could fit, in whatever place was hidden enough that didnât involve your own home. âWhy, you trying to get some?â
Jay smirks at you as Jake holds your half-spilled drink, listening to you flirt and smiling much the same way.Â
âMaybe.â Jay shrugs, side eyeing both of his friends. âYou gonna give it up?â He adds, now blatantly checking you out from head to toe, liking very much what heâs seeing.Â
âNope.â Heeseung suddenly cuts in, staring his three friends in the face as he grabs your drink from Jake and hands it back to you before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pretending to be the knight in shining armor your sister wants him to be.Â
You look back at the three men as Heeseung leads you away, then you note that Sunghoon shrugs at you.
âWhat the hell?â You ask, slightly annoyed with Heeseung and the lights of the kitchen blinding you once again. âI was busy.â
âBusy doing what? Teasing my friends?â Heeseung shakes his head as he turns away from you, placing your cup down and opening the bottles back up. âYouâre playing a dangerous game, babe, Iâd stop if I were you.âÂ
âAnd? Maybe I like it.â You roll your eyes, ignoring how the alcohol radiates behind your eyes and lends two Heeseungs to pretend youâre not attracted to. At least with his friends, you can be more open about it.Â
Heeseung stops making your drink and turns to look at you and the way your eyes struggle to adjust. Heâs entirely floored by that statement. The fact that youâve kept to yourself for the most part since youâve moved in, and now youâre all cute and drunk in front of him revealing just how much of a whore you might be if you were given the chance? Damn.Â
âYour sister would kill you.â He says, turning back to your drink and knowing that your sister probably wouldnât actually give a shit if you fuck his friends. He does though.Â
âI mean, I guess I wonât stop you.â He lies, now turning back to make your drink the exact same way and giving it to you despite knowing he shouldnât be giving you more.Â
âCan honestly say youâre a bit too pretty for them, though.â He adds in a snide compliment, wanting so badly to flirt but doing his best to appear like itâs totally normal for him to say these things.Â
And as he notes your stare at him, processing the words, he takes this moment to grab a towel from the sink to dab away at the drink that you previously spilled all over yourself.Â
You look at him, watching him dab the towel against your arm. He seems focused on doing it, pretty face and clear skin shining in these morgue lights in the kitchen compared to everywhere else in the house. And then, you note how when he looks up, his eyes stop momentarily at the amount of cleavage youâre revealing for this occasion. Hah, he probably thinks his messy strands of hair hid his eyes from you, but you saw it.Â
âOh, I get it.â You take in a deep inhale, reaching to pull his beanie over his eyes and letting out a bold laugh because really, youâre pretty drunk by this point. âYouâre a pervert too.â
Heeseung shrugs, lifting the beanie back up and standing much taller in front of you. He skews his head down, looking right past your face and down your shirt this time. Proud of seeing the curve of them and the space between that could probably stimulate any cock you squeeze there.
âMaybe, yeah.â He smirks, taking a slight step closer and letting both arms trap you against the counter, hovering above you with an intimidating stance. âMaybe even more than they are.â He adds, already preparing himself to press his hips up and against you, uncaring of how it would look if he were to be found like this with you.Â
Unfortunately, heâs forced to care because thereâs a happy pair of footsteps making their way to the kitchen, and he really should not have been about to do that in the first place. He stumbles back at the sound, smiling at you with a quick, tipsy wink.Â
It leaves you a little dizzy as you stare at him with a weird kind of aroused feeling in your gut. Surely thatâs the alcohol too, it has to be. Youâre very quick to shrug off the small intimate moment as you hear your sisterâs loud and booming voice calling out his name.
You watch as she envelopes him in a fraction of a second, lifting on her unbalanced feet to immediately start making out with him.Â
Youâre not sure why you stand there and watch for a second, a little zoned out before Heeseung opens his eyes briefly and looks at you throughout the bruising kiss heâs currently an active participant of.Â
Thereâs that same look again, only this time heâs doing it while licking into your sisterâs mouth. Youâre so fucking confused right now. All the signals have to be your imagination, right?
You snap out of the daze then, whispering a small âill just go somewhere else.â before leaving the kitchen and finding yourself at the table just outside of it.Â
You try to keep your eyes to yourself at this point regarding Heeseung, feeling all of the buzz and heat in your gut at the idea of being allowed to be openly sexually attracted to just about any man you lay eyes on. Heâs nothing special, just a handsome guy. His friends are just as attractive, right?
And as you trail your eyes around the room trying to find someone to go mingle with, you are instead surrounded by your sisterâs friends. Still, when you glance to the living room, every single time, either Jake, Jay, or that other guy is watching you with eyes that youâve read before from other men.
Arguably, the same eyes Heeseung gave you just a few minutes before. At least with them, you know youâre not reading those bedroom eyes wrong.
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âGive me a week.â Jake says, elbowing Jay in the side and taking a hefty sip of his terribly mixed drink as his eyes drift to the new girl surrounded by other hot girls. âI'll be in her bed before the week is up..âÂ
Jay rolls his eyes, standing from the couch and stretching out his own tipsy limbs as he walks to Sunghoon and sits on that couch instead.Â
âThree days for me then.â He says, giving Jake a too-confident face. âI could go over there right the fuck now and have her on her knees, probably.â He says as he looks at you, fitting in so well with the group of girls. Possibly being the hottest one too. âMaybe.â
Sunghoon rolls his eyes at his slurring best friends, clearly drunker than they realize.Â
âYou both take the wrong approach.â He says, stiffening his shoulders before slouching entirely against the couch, considering ditching the baby-sitting job and having a drink as well. âYou think theyâd just let you fuck her? Iâll get her to go on a date with me first. Get her legs open in my car after.â
âQuite frankly, Sunghoon, I donât really give a shit if theyâd let me. Iâm going to get some of that.â Jay responds.
All three of them are staring at you, thankfully, you donât seem to notice as you fall into a conversation with that same group of girls, plus your sister now. And just as Jake was about to add more to the conversation, Heeseung makes his way in.Â
âDonâtââ Heeseung slurs as he flops beside Jake, letting his heavy limbs hurt his friend. ââeven think about it, Jakey boy.â He says, knowing for a fact what all three of his whore friends are thinking. Theyâve been staring and glancing at you all night.
Jake avoids eye contact, because heâs definitely thinking about it.Â
âNo worries.â Jay shrugs. âWeâre just looking, thatâs all.â
Somehow, someway, all three of Heeseungâs friends pick up on what Jay is putting down. Ah, a deal of leaving him out, they suppose.Â
After all, Heeseung already managed to bag your sister. They know heâd keep her little sister off limits to them too. Out of respect or some shit, probably. Bro code, all of that.Â
âKeep it that way.â He hums, shoving Jake and laughing. âSheâs too hot for you guys anyway, just like her sister.â
Thereâs a shared look between the three as Sunghoon lunges for Jayâs drink and takes a sip of it.Â
âHeeseung, weâre crashing here tonight.â He bellows out through tangy lips.Â
And, well, Heeseung didnât argue because he knows heâs not in a state to really give a shit at this point. The only thing he needs to be focused on right now is willing his cock to soften up a bit before he does something drastic about it.
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Heeseung thinks hard as he looks at himself in the mirror. Heâs seeing two of himself which is kind of funny in one aspect, but also terrifying because he didnât intend to drink this much.
Why is he so upset to see his friends go for you? Youâve been here a week and heâs already feeling so jealous? Really? Then again, he knew from the moment your sister told him you were moving you that it was going to be either very interesting or incredibly difficult.Â
Mostly because heâs stolen glances at you for years. Wondering when youâd ever come to visit, always looking so pretty and happy during those brief holiday gatherings. Oh yes, heâs had his eye on you for a fucking while. And now? Youâre living here? And coming onto his friends right after he warned you not to?Â
For the past hour as he sipped and watched you roam the house, back and forth between the girls, your sister, and his boys, he couldnât help but scoff at you for it. You havenât spoken to him since the kitchen incident. A little bit of a blatant moment on his part, he admits, he even surprised himself with that.
Still, this protective feeling doesnât come from being your future brother in law. Absolutely not. It stems entirely from the twitch in his pants heâs gotten nearly every single moment heâs gotten to take a long look at you.Â
It was manageable before, where heâd see you maybe once or twice a year. But now? Itâs every single day, and it pisses him off that youâre not mingling with him during this party.Â
He stares at himself, bobbing his head to the music in the mirror before leaning forward against the counter and inching closer and closer to his own face.Finally, he can focus in and see only one of himself looking back in the mirror.Â
All he sees is a man who has managed to bag himself the perfect woman. One willing to coddle him and take care of him like a mother would, one willing to let him float through life unemployed for the time being, one that doesnât entirely let him fuck the way he wants to solely because sheâs far too confident in herself to let him pull such a thing with her.Â
Heeseung tilts his head at himself as he examines his face in the mirror, knocking his beanie off and running his fingers through his hair. Leaning back and once again to relish in his own doubled vision.
What he really sees looking back at him in that mirror is a man who bagged himself an almost perfect woman who appears to have a truly perfect sister. Itâs the fact that suddenly, he can admit that he is bored in the bedroom, and a man who is far too eager to ignore that if he got the chance, he would be just like his friends regarding you.
He would be getting your number and asking to see what those tits look like under that skimpy shirt youâre wearing tonight. Youâd probably show them too, considering the fact that you lived your entire life up until this point barred by church sermons and non-existent doors that offer no privacy to so much as finger yourself. Youâre probably dying to experience all of the things you were already supposed to be well acquainted with at your age.Â
And as he thinks about it, head spinning in thoughts of what heâs already done just moments after you officially moved in, he slips his hand down. Groping himself through his jeans and staring down at the bulge that sits just above the counter.Â
He hangs his head, smirking and shivering at the small touch he lends to his own length. Itâs the fact that he just got hard over the confirmation of being sexually unsatisfied in his own bedroom. The shamed truth that he stood here thinking a little too hard about what kind of nudes youâd send if he ever chose to ask for them, itâs not something heâs ashamed of either.Â
In fact, the thought of sneaking out of the bed while your sister sleeps just to slip into your room and cover your pretty little mouth in his cum? Thatâs more arousing than knowing he could just leave the bathroom right now and fuck your sister.Â
And he stands there for a few minutes testing that theory, running his fingers along the swollen inseam of his pants in a careful way, like his girlfriend does. He twitches once at the feeling, glancing up at himself in the mirror again, trying hard to imagine her in this bathroom with him.Â
Another twitch, weaker this time. He laughs at himself quietly in defeat before breathing in a deep inhale through his nose, allowing the muffled music just outside of the door to fade off through his hot ears and aroused mind.Â
He closes his eyes briefly when he grabs himself now. Rougher, harsher, messier. Trying to mimic the hand of a woman who probably hasnât done this too much, trying to mimic what he thinks youâd do. His hips shift forward almost immediately and without intention, chasing the feeling of inexperience. Chasing the thought of someone that isnât his girlfriend. He chuckles more now, confirming his theory.
Chasing it with his eyes closed up until he does open his eyes and sees himself looking so out of it for you. Knowing that youâre just ten feet away if he were to walk out of this bathroom right now, so drunk and cute, you probably wouldnât think twice about giving it to him. Knowing that if he really wanted to, he could take you the way heâs always wanted your sister and you'd probably love every second of it.Â
Heâd fuck you better. Youâd be tighter, wetter, and louder for him than she ever has been.
And just as he goes to slide his hand down the front of his pants, intending to fuck his own fist to the thought of you tonight rather than turning that lock behind his own door to get between your sisterâs legs, thereâs a loud knock on the door. He jumps at the sound, adjusting his pants right back to where they belong before whipping around a bit too quickly and sending a bottle of perfume clattering to the floor in a loud POP sound.
âShit-â He groans, smelling the intense aroma of what your sister wears, forcing his mind back to the reality of not being allowed to fuck you.Â
He tiptoes around the broken glass, nostrils burning at the strong scent before swinging the door open with an annoyed roll of his eyes.Â
âHeeeeeeeeseungie!â Your sister sings, fumbling over and leaning on him instantly with her arms circling his shoulders. Sheâs so gone that she doesnât even notice the scent of her favorite perfume that just got destroyed.Â
âHey honey,â Heeseung says calmly, appearing far more sober despite being a bit buckled at the knees. âNeed help?â
She nods against his chest, unaware of his softening cock that wasnât at all raging for her just moments before.
âThereâs glass all over the floor right now, letâs go use your sisterâs bathroom.âÂ
The length in his pants shrank nearly instantly upon feeling her cling to him like this, with that cute, high pitched, voice she tends to use when sheâs needy. He tries not to think about that though. Coming to terms with the fact that what used to get him off is currently turning him off? Thatâs too much of a dangerous thought right now.Â
âMhm,â Your sister hums as he guides her to your closed bedroom door. âWait!â Your sister panics, coming to her drunk senses for just long enough to blurt âShe came in here with Sunghoon earlier, we should knock.â
Heeseung stiffens for a moment, pausing his step just outside your bedroom door. The weight of his own girlfriend against him should be something he loves right now, but he just finds himself wishing sheâd get the fuck off of him.Â
The fact heâs somehow more pissed about you behind this door, probably giving it to Sunghoon, than he is in love with his girlfriend right now? Telling. He knocks once before immediately turning your door knob. Locked.
âHey, your sister needs to use the bathroom.â Heeseung shouts right up against the crack of the door, wiggling the knob. âOpen up!â
âUse the other bathroom!â You shout back in a muffled and far away sounding voice.Â
Heeseung stands there, pretending he doesnât notice the sound of shuffling on the other side when the song booming through the speakers changes for a split second.Â
âCanât use the other bathroom! Thereâs glass on the floor!âÂ
Silence from the other side of the door for a brief moment then, click! You crack it open, cheeks flushed and eyes struggling to focus on him. Heeseung immediately pushes the door open to reveal not only Sunghoon, but Jake and Jay all three lounging around your room.
Still fully clothed, at least, but he can tell at least one of them appears to be struggling to hide his hard on. (Jake.)
Heeseung narrows his eyes at all three of the men. Jake sitting stiffly on the floor at the end of your bed, hands over his lap. Jay, lounging on your bed, as if heâs been on it a thousand times with a half-boner on full display. And then Sunghoon, clearly feeling some type of buzz as heâs the only one still drinking, leaning right up against the dresser that Heeseung built himself.
âOoh,â Your sister hums, wiggling her finger at you.âScandalous.âÂ
You lend her a shy smile as you take a step back, willing them sooner rather than later to leave solely because you were busy in here.
Not like, fucking or anything. Just having a nice, innocent, conversation with three hot guys. Thatâs all. Plus, youâd never have been able to handle sitting alone in a room with these three if it werenât for the alcohol in your system anyway. Especially with the way you initially only invited Sunghoon into your room to show him how you had the same style of socks he was wearing. Jake immediately followed both of you, followed by Jay, who was the one who closed the door and locked it.Â
And you pay no mind to Heeseung and your sister walking to your bathroom on unbalanced steps, you find yourself flopping back on the bed right beside Jay instead.
None of them have done anything at all to make you feel awkward or like this situation is dangerous either. In fact, the only thing you guys have talked about are the mutual interests that you share.Â
Poor you, so aloof when drunk. Unable to comprehend the fact that every single one of the guys in your room right now have made attempts to steer the conversation in their own way to things not so innocent.Â
You do try to ignore what happened in the kitchen with Heeseung though, avoiding eye contact with him as he makes his way back out of your room after helping with your sister. You think heâs glaring, maybe, but oh well.
âAnyway, back at home my dad would have never let me wear band shirts.â
âThatâs tough.â Jay comments, side eyeing your chest in that top and low-key wondering how nice your tits would look braless, under one of his band shirts. âBet he didnât know he raised not one, but two sneaky daughters.â
You smile triumphantly, ignoring the shadow of your sister that they force you into.Â
âThey made it really hard to break rules. Now though? I get to wear stuff like this and hang out with guys like you.âÂ
âYeah,â Jake trails off, turning his body to peek at you from the end of the bed. âProbably not the smartest move on your part.â
You bring your attention to him, seeing a blur of charming eyes and messy hair.Â
âWhat do you mean?â
âWhat he means is that, itâs probably not ideal to get shit faced then lock yourself in a room with three horny guys.â Sunghoon asserts, pushing off of the dresser and now setting himself on the foot of your bed. âYou canât tell?âÂ
You, for some reason, are astonished at his words. Sunghoon, compared to the other two, seemed more quiet and reserved if youâre being honest. Then again, youâve only known these guys for a few hours by this point. What you do know about Sunghoon, is that heâs horrifyingly attractive in the way he carries himself, which you canât really say the same for Jake or Jay.Â
With his perfected dark hair and tall stance. he looms around with each expression on his face leaving little to the imagination in the way his eyebrows accentuate whatever thought flows behind his eyes. Somehow, heâs still the hardest to read, as you watch him assert his own form of dominance on your bed.Â
Youâre blissfully unaware of how tame Sunghoon was actually being at this moment though. All three of them, theyâre competing to see who fucks you first, and whoever wins? Ah, not only do they get a paid night at the bar out of it, but both losers have to fork over another sum of money equal to that of two seasons worth of battle passes to whatever game the winner may choose to play.Â
âI think this is a good time to hand you my phone, give me your number.â Jay cuts in quite quickly, ignoring the way Sunghoon invites himself into the space he created with you.Â
Jay doesnât even let you process his words as he tosses his phone to the side and at you, watching it land on your stomach before sliding off to the other side of you.Â
âAh, youâre cute.â He chuckles upon noting your terrible coordination skills of grabbing said phone.Â
âWell, Iâm drunk, so.â You dead-pan, freezing when you feel him lean over you to grab the phone himself, staying there and hovering over you with it in his hand.
You let out a small gasp when you meet his eyes, staring straight through you.Â
Sunghoon rolls his eyes at Jayâs blatant show of interest, and Jake simply watches. Studies how you react to the forwardness.
âGo on.â Jay encourages you, holding the phone directly in front of you, where your eyes are still glued to his confident face, as if heâs not practically caging you in on your own bed like this. âType it in.â
You do. Somehow managing to type your number perfectly on the screen placed in front of you, and heâs quick to turn the phone to himself, flicking his eyes back and forth between you and the screen as he presses the call button.
Your phone vibrates from the dresser and Jay gives a victorious and somewhat dark smile.Â
âOne for me, zero for the idiots.â He laughs, lending you one more glance, a squeeze of his palm against your waist, and then heâs moving off of you and your bed as a whole. âCall me when you kick them out, Iâll sleep in here tonight.â He adds, leaving no room for argument before leaving the room entirely.
That leaves Sunghoon and Jake, sitting there trying to pretend it wasnât expected of Jay to at least get your number first. He always starts strong, then again, he also always fumbles hard when things get gritty. In game and out of game.Â
âWhat a prick.â Sunghoon sighs, flopping back on the end of your bed and forcing you to shift your legs up and press them together to make room for his broad body.
He turns his face to look at you from down here, watching you spread your legs to look back at him. The motion is innocent at best, because you seem to trust that heâs not trying to be a pervert right now. Oh, but he is.Â
He looks at you from this angle hard, realizing how easy it could be to shift just a foot in the right direction to have his face right where youâd probably like it.Â
And you note the way heâs looking at you.
âDo you guys likeâŠâ You glance away from him, over to Jake who is now making his own way onto the bed where Jay was lying before. You shift for a moment, feeling like prey. âDo you guys always share a girlfriend?â
Jake snorts.Â
âShare?!â He laughs at your question more before settling back against your pillows and landing his hand on your thigh. Easy, simple, and obvious. âWe donât share anything.â He explains now, feeling the fabric of your bottoms and pushing your legs closed so that Sunghoon canât lay down there and think up all sorts of fantasies.Â
âYouâre gonna have to pick.â Sunghoon says in an annoyed tone, glaring at Jake for closing your legs.
He lifts up on his arms now, raising a brow.Â
âIâll give you some advice though.â He says, noting how you listen to him more than you do Jake. âJay has the stamina of a dead horse.â
Snorting only for a moment, you think hard about Jay. Noting his cool and collected demeanor. Uncaring, somewhat cold, but his face seemed warm and endearing when he looked at you from time to time. You could sense the confidence in him from the moment he looked at you when he walked into this house. Instant attraction, without even knowing his name, is what you felt. With that sleek hair style and pretty hands gripping a full bottle of tequila. He probably has more stamina than Sunghoon gives him credit for.
âAnd Jake.â Sunghoon laughs this time, pointing directly at the guy lying next to you. âTwo strokes and heâs out of the game.â
You laugh again looking over to Jake, who stares at Sunghoon with a dark glare.Â
âWhat the fuck dude? That was one time!â He defends himself, babbling about how it was the first time he ever had sex, and how he can go way longer now.Â
âMe, on the other hand.â Sunghoon perks up as he runs his hands through his hair before smiling at you. âI just want to take you on a date.â
Ding ding ding! We have a winner.Â
âReally?â You ask, floored over possibly landing your first date in years that your parents wouldnât be attending.
âOf course.â He nods politely, ignoring that Jake is even in the room now. âIâm not the kind of guy who is just trying to get between your legs.â He lies easily, glaring at Jake again for closing your legs earlier.
âSo, what do you say?â Sunghoon encourages you to pick him at this moment, and the nod you give has him pulling his own phone out, asking you to tell him your number rather than forcing you to type it into his phone.Â
You smile as you give him the numbers, not at all seeing Jake try to sneakily type it into his phone as well.Â
âGood.â Sunghoon says, flopping back on your bed and now using his own hand to part your legs again. You look at him from above and feel elated by how petty and clean cut he is. âDonât call Jay when I leave, then.â
You hum a confirmation, stretching out your arms and feeling confident as all hell at the way tonight has gone. Up until, well, Sunghoon makes his way out of the room and tries to drag Jake with him. Only because he knows Jake is awful at talking to girls but man, do they swoon if theyâre into desperate guys. You seem to be into just about anyone, if Sunghoon is honest with himself.Â
âCome on, dickhead.â Sunghoon gripes at Jake, grabbing his hoodie and physically trying to drag him out of the room.Â
âIâm not going anywhere.â Jake says, pressing all of his body weight against your mattress and kicking Sunghoon away from him. âPlay fair or Iâll tell her about last weekend.â
Sunghoon instantly avoids eye contact with him, knowing that if Jake were to spill the beans on how he forgot to leave the server during his uhâŠsession, a date would be out of the question not only for now, but for good.
âYouâre the fucking worst.â He grimaces before releasing Jakeâs hoodie and stepping out of the room, only half wondering if he should truly let Jake shoot his shot as well.
Ultimately, Sunghoon finds himself stepping out of the door and directly into Jay.Â
âWell played.â Jay comments. âGuess Iâll just have to prove to her that youâre full of shit, wonât I?âÂ
Sunghoon smiles a wicked grin, eyes narrowing at Jay.Â
âYou wonât even get the chance.â He says, looking past Jay and down the hallway at Heeseung, who is shooting a death-glare at them. âOh, check it.â He changes the subject by shoving Jay in the side to look at their friend. âHeâs mad.â
Jay turns to look at whatever it is Sunghoon is talking about and simply laughs.Â
âHe can tell something is up. Maybe we should tell him?â Jay asks, crossing his arms in interest.Â
âEventually.â Sunghoon laughs as he pushes past Jay and makes his way to the kitchen for another drink.
Jake, on the other hand, is fucking vibrating as he sits alone in this room with you, dodging the questions about what Sunghoon did last weekend to cause such a reaction with an entirely made up sob story.Â
âOh my god?â You coo out, turning to face him entirely. âThatâs so sad!â
Jake mumbles, nodding his head as if he pities himself with a pout on his face.Â
âYeah, I guess thatâs just how things go for me though.â He shrugs, blinking at you with the biggest and softest eyes he can manage.Â
âI canât believe she did that!â You bellow out now, entirely invested in the backstory of the love life he lost just a few months prior. âWith her own cousin, too?!â
Jake nods again with that same pout, looking as defeated as he can, trying to be as charming as he possibly can.
You lean forward to give him a some form of hug at this moment, drunken emotion overtaking you as you sit and watch this poor guy pour his little broken heart out.Â
âIf it makes you feel any better, my last boyfriend broke up with me because my dad threatened him.â
âNo, thatâs awful.â He chuckles sadly, shaking his head at you. âWeâre both just unlucky, huh?â
He nods his head, seemingly to get you to shadow his actions, and as expected, you do. You nod to confirm his words, still invested in the fact that such a nice looking guy got fucked over like that, only to be made fun of by his friends for it.Â
So invested that you donât note the way he keeps his hand on your leg or moves it upwards inch by inch.Â
âCan we change the subject?â Jake pouts harder, looking at you with sparkling eyes..Â
âYeah, of courseââÂ
âYouâre really, really, pretty.â He suddenly blurts, looking you in the eye and using his other hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face. You totally believed his entire story, if the saddened look in your eye is anything to go by. âI think you should go on a date with me instead.â
You break eye contact, looking down again and only just now noticing his hand on your leg. Only just now noticing that hard-on heâs sporting in his pants.Â
âJake.â You say, lifting your eyes back to him. âAre youâhard?â You lift your brows in pity again with the subject change, drunken brain telling you that heâs probably crawling in his skin over how hard he is, and how sad everything is for him.Â
âOh, over this?â He asks, dropping his hand and blatantly groping himself. âA little. It always happens when someone as good looking as you gives me the time of day.â
Oh, how sweet. How cute. The fact that Jake gets hard simply over someone being nice to him?Â
âWell, donât worry!â You try to perk him up, not at all realizing that heâs full of shit. âI know itâs not because youâre trying to get into my pants or anything. I wonât tell anyone.â You nod to him with a smile beforeâ Uh oh.
âWell, actuallyââ Jake tries to start, already about to make his move when he notices the color on your face change and youâre fumbling to the bathroom.Â
And just like that, Jake has failed, as he stumbles out of your bed and to your locked bathroom door.Â
âAre you okay?â He asks with a sweet and caring voice.
Silence from the other end save for the sound of your sink running full blast probably to mask the sounds of your stomach trying to evacuate the copious amounts of alcohol thatâs been fed to you.Â
So much for the pancakes being a fix-all solution. And with that, Jake leaves the room while pulling out his phone, texting the number he stole when you gave it to Sunghoon.Â
Jake: hey, donât be embarrassed about getting sick. Iâm gonna crash on the couch so if you need me iâll be there.
After that, the party is pretty much over. Everyone save for the three perverts, Heeseung, and your sister remain.
This leaves your sister already passed out and tucked into her bed by none other than Heeseung himself, Jay already asleep on the couch, Sunghoon piled up on the floor between the dining room and the living room. Probably to create a barrier that would wake him if Jay really tried to get into your room.
And poor fucking Jake, forced to actually pity himself as he curls his body up on the love seat in the living room, pretending that itâs totally big enough for him to be comfortable here.
Heeseung looms around the house once everything goes silent, checking to be sure no one has passed out or died in a corner before coming back to the living room and staring at all three of his bitch-ass friends.Â
On one hand, heâs glad theyâre in the living room and not in your room. On the other hand, he wants to smother all three of them. One by one.
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Heeseung is in his head for a solid three days after the party. So much that his focus is more on you than his games. Which is super fucked up when he thinks about it. Thatâs why, when your sister heads off to work, heâs plotting in his head every time. He needs you to like him somehow.Â
The thoughts loop in his mind. From images of him pinning you up and against that kitchen counter again, to the fantasy image of you dropping to your knees in front of him. If anything, itâs not that he needs to fuck you, he just needs you to want him to.
And this is why he finds himself orbiting you. Finding reasons to come into your room, or reasons to get you out of it.Â
âIâm gonna do some laundry, do you have anything I need to wash?â When you didnât have anything more than what was already in your basket, he still washed your clothes. He also folded one of his own shirts into your pile just to see if youâd wear it.Â
âI made some lunch, come eat with me.â You already ate while he was in the office playing his games, which he should have guessed.Â
âHey, can you help me wash the dishes?â You had nodded, but never left your room and he ultimately ended up washing and drying them all himself. Waiting, waiting, and fucking waiting.
All three times he tried today, you brushed him off with your eyes glued to your phone.Â
Something has got to give because itâs starting to get embarrassing how much he thinks about you. With the way he avoided sex last night with his own, very beautiful girlfriend, just to hide in the bathroom at four in the morning getting off with something he absolutely should not have in his possession.Â
He doesnât know how fucking long itâs gonna take to get you to break for him but itâs going to happen one way or the other. You donât have a choice in the matter at this point .
It looks like you wonât even consider him in that pretty little head of yours simply because heâs considered off limits. Heâs gonna have to prove you wrong.
Still, he remembers the way you looked at him during your welcome party. So cute and sweet when youâre drunk, so willing to hang out with him. The interest was there. He knows it was.
And now, as he ticks away at the WASD keys on his keyboard, running his little pixel version of himself back and forth between headshots that he misses every time, he wants to rip his fucking hair out.Â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?!â Jay shouts through the headset. âHe was right there!â
Heeseung knows his friends have every reason to rag on him right now. Itâs the fifth lost ranked game of the day and heâs rotting inside at the thought of dropping back down to gold.Â
âPlatinum my ass.â Sunghoon pipes in, slamming his mouse on his desk out of sheer annoyance at what happened during the last game. âYou didnât down a single person in the past three games.â
Heeseung sighs, ripping his headset off and closing out the game. He can feel it in his body. The frustration bubbling up to the point that he really only thinks about you and this shit needs to stop now before his precious rank drops so far down that even their bronze boy Jake could boast above him.Â
He ignores the annoyed shouts from his friends as he disconnects from discord, stands up, and practically storms out of the room and up to your door.Â
âIâm coming in!â Heeseung gripes.
This is your first time witnessing him in a bad mood, as he does exactly as he says and swings your door open for the fourth time today.Â
âYou and me.â He says, pointing a finger at you âRight now.â
âRight now, what?â You ask in a nonchalant tone.
Which only pisses him off more because, fuck if he knows.Â
âGet off your phone. Weâre hanging out.â
You furrow your brow at him, pointer finger locking the screen of your phone and hiding the string of texts youâd been sharing with one of his very own best friends. Your eyes scan him only for a moment, noting how rushed he appears to be while barging into your room like this.
Large hoodie covering the majority of his body, sweat on his brow probably from all of that screaming you heard in the office earlier, and that same very embarrassing dent on the top of his head from his headset.Â
As you look at him in all of his gamer boy glory you nod, only because out of all of his friends, you think youâd rather hang out with him because at least heâs not in your texts trying to land a date, or a hookup, or dropping dick pics by âaccidentâ.Â
Heâs just Heeseung, your sisterâs loving and very hard to read boyfriend. Who you donât happen to fully remember is capable of pinning you against the kitchen counter while trying to show you how much worse he is compared to his friends.Â
âOkay, what do you wanna do?â
He pauses, standing in your room and looking at you lounging on your bed. If he really told you what heâd like to do, it would probably scare you. He needs to think fast, not desperate.Â
âUh,â He hums, glancing away from you and lifting his hand up to finally ruffle that embarrassing dent in his hair away. âHave you ever played video games?â
âYeah. Not the ones you play though.â You roll your eyes at his attempt at sudden small talk.
God, he shouldnât have asked. He doesnât think you could make yourself any more alluring to him after saying that. While his girlfriend has never once even considered picking up a controller, you have? Oh, shit. Man, thatâs so hot.Â
âOh yeah?â He perks up in genuine interest, taking a step forward and landing himself on your bed without invitation. âLike what?â
âParty games mostly, I guess. Mario Party, Super Smash Bros, Wii sports, Among us.âÂ
He nods as you list the most mundane games in the industry.Â
âDid you pick up pretty quickly? Like, did you ever win?â He asks, unaware that this conversation feels like literal foreplay to him, pleased by the fact that thereâs suddenly more to like about you than just those tits and faceâŠ.and personalityâŠ.and intense need to break rulesâŠandâ
âYeah, I can be kind of competitive.â
âMm.â Heeseung nods in approval, turned on by the very image of you staring into a screen with dead eyes, fingers smashing on buttons and intensely focused.Â
âDo you wanna watch me play something?â
âHow is that hanging out?â You ask, scoffing at the idea. âWhy would I want to watch you have fun?â
Heeseung looks at you. Yeah, thatâs fair. He would probably end up ignoring you the whole time anyway, but still. Is it so bad that he asked simply to fulfill the fantasy of having a girl fawn over him and his successes?Â
âOkay, then what would you want to do?â He shoots back, knowing itâs fair but hating it nonetheless. Wondering if thereâs a chance that someday youâll pile up on his lap and watch him carry the whole team to victory. Boasting for him more than he does for himself.Â
âHorror movie. Iâm sure sheâs told you but our parents were very strict about what media we consumed. I have a whole list of horror movies Iâm trying to work through, but sometimes itâs kind of difficult to watch by myself.â
Fuck yeah. Maybe itâll end in that cringe and cliche scenario heâs used time and time again when flirting with girls. Images of you jumping from a jumpscare and grabbing him on instinct. Fantasies of you cuddling up real close. So close that he can smell how much you want him. He could get hard right now just thinking of doing this very thing with you. Plus, he fucking loves horror movies.
âGet your pretty ass in the living room then. â He nods, smiling at you in a way that hides every thought behind his empty, horny eyes.Â
And he just gets up and walks out like calling you pretty just now wasnât at all out of place, he fucking winks at you. It really does throw you off that he just did that so nonchalantly, like he talks to everyone that way when you know for a fact that outside of this house, your sister has to fight him just to get him to wave hello to someone.Â
You wonder why it feels like maybe you shouldnât be spending time alone with him. Arguably, you donât want to admit that it makes you feel good either. Already with three separate, very attractive people, in your texts insisting that you pick them, that you choose them.Â
All of it is very desperate. Almost as desperate as you are to give in to every single one of them, but you canât just let them know how sheltered you were and how free you feel the need to be now.Â
Of course Heeseung, your sisterâs boyfriend, calling you pretty would make you feel confident. Like maybe you could be with someone just as attractive as him, or perhaps no longer live in the shadow of everything you wish you could be.Â
Her. Everything was always about her.Â
âOh, your sister got top of her class! Sheâs gonna be moving out soon!â She really just left you there to suffer alone.Â
âAh! Your sister just bought a house! I heard she and her boyfriend might marry soon!âÂ
You scoffed that day when you entered college, no one congratulated you for the countless free rides or multiple acceptance letters. No, it was all about her despite the fact that she lived an hour and a half away and you were right there.
She was only better than and outshined you because she was older and got there first. It was never competitive with you until everyone in your life expected you to outshine, outdo, and outwit her.Â
Still, you jumped at the opportunity to live here solely to get away from your parents. Solely to try and live outside of everything you could be, only to become whatever the fuck you want to be. And yeah, you love her immensely because she truly is the only person who never expected you to be her. Thereâs so much resentment but an equal amount of love within you for your sister.Â
And while Heeseung has no idea of this resentment you have rotting in your chest, you also have no idea that Heeseung believes the one thing you hold over your sister is the fact that youâre just her, except, wellâŠyounger, hotter, wilder, prettier, more inexperienced. Cuter voice. Snarkier attitude. Open, and perhaps, willing.Â
If you knew that, perhaps Heeseung calling you pretty as if itâs his natural born right would become something different in your head. Perhaps youâd want to live in your sisterâs shadow just once more. Why not try and take what your sister has? Wouldnât that be fun?
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What a fucking bummer, Heeseung thinks, as he sits on one end of the couch with you on the other. Heâs watched you more than the movie at this point, but the clock is tick-tick-ticking, and youâre just sitting there pushing through the horrors with a smile. Something's got to give.Â
Your sister comes home in three hours, leaving space for just one more movie and he is truly determined to score this win if itâs the last thing he does. The worst part? Morals donât mean shit if you want him to fuck you.
If thereâs one thing Heeseung hates more than losing, itâs one-sided attraction. He knows heâs not the problem, you are for not looking at him long enough. You are for not even considering that he could fuck you better than anyone in all of those porn accounts you follow on twitter. Not that he stalked it or anything (he did.)
And thatâs why, as his stare becomes darker, he stands up and scratches the back of his head with a sigh.Â
âIâll be right back.â He says, watching you wave him off as if you were totally paying attention to him.
Thatâs going to change right the fuck now.Â
He heads to his shared room with your sister, stepping into the walk in closet and examining himself in the wall length mirror before sighing.Â
Goddamn, he really stopped caring about how he looked once he finally got between your sisterâs legs and locked her down. Itâs no wonder you gave his friends more attention that night than youâve ever given to him. He inspects his hair, messy and frizzy from his hoodie being pulled over and off of his head throughout the day. The cowlicks in the back leaving nothing to your imagination in regards to when the last time he washed the fucked-up locks was.Â
He sighs at himself, licking his palm and trying to tame the cowlick. God, a shower right now would seem ridiculous because heâs supposed to be on the couch with you, standing up the gore and death on screen so your hand will accidentally touch his dick or something.Â
No good. He needs to backpedal a little bit with his confidence, probably. He steps out of his room, taking his hoodie off at the same time. He rolls the sleeves of his t-shirt now, wanting to at least reveal his shoulders and arms to you. Wanting to parade himself around the house until you drip for him.Â
âHey.â He walks back into the living room, still rolling the last bit of his left sleeve up and over his shoulder. âCan you pause the movie for like ten minutes and throw a pizza in the oven or something?â
You look up at him and the way he seems like heâs thinking about something far off from any situation thatâs currently happening.Â
âYeah, sure.â You nod, reaching for the remote and pausing the movie. âWe could just keep watching while the pizza cooks though.â
He chuckles, knowing youâd say that and not at all having an excuse.Â
âI need to take a shower.â He dead-pans, as if itâs not sudden or weird that heâs decided to rudely interrupt the last movie of the night with a shower that could definitely wait.Â
âJust shower after we finish the movie.â You roll your eyes, still standing to your feet and heading towards the kitchen. âItâs not like your stink will get any worse in the matter of a few hours.â
Oh, so now he smells bad?! Is that why you arenât into him?
âOr you could stop complaining and make the fucking pizza.â He snaps for the first time with a tone that indicates you should probably listen and do as he says.Â
âGod, whatâs your problem?âÂ
âMy problem? Whatâs yours?â He shoots back, far too annoyed that you play hard to get like this. Thereâs no way you seriously arenât getting it. âYouâre the one sitting around like youâd rather be doing anything else.â
You press the preheat button on the oven, and look at him shocked. Are hisâfeelings hurt? Are you really acting like a bitch, or uninterested in getting to know the man your sister will probably spend her life with?Â
Were you really acting like you werenât having a good time? God, you must be such a drag.Â
âWhat? I was having fun, Heeseung, I like watching movies with you.â You try to explain, but he cuts you off.
âFucking act like it then.â He gripes before turning on his heel and leaving you alone in the kitchen.Â
Itâs not like you knew he expected you to be interested in friendship with him or anything. You were justâŠhanging out. You really didnât know it was supposed to go differently in his head, and the fact that it appears that he does have a specific expectation? You wonder how to fulfill it.Â
After all, youâre trying to avoid showing all the interest you actually have for him when youâre hanging out. Itâs what youâre supposed to do, right? And well, by the time heâs out of the shower and presenting himself to you, you think you might have a better idea as to what heâs thinking. Is he trying to impress you right now?Â
You can smell his cologne mixed with a minty scented shampoo. His hair looks blow dried. His skin is glistening, and heâs fucking shirtless.Â
He watches when he sits down, this time closer to you on the couch presumably so you could share the pizza sitting on the coffee table just in front of you then he checks the clock. Only about thirty minutes wasted out of the remaining time he has with you alone, and then he checks you. Staring. Damn right.Â
To you, he looks different.
Not just handsome, or kind of endearing in a loser way. But he actually looks sexy sitting there, with those loose gray sweatpants leaving nothing to the imagination in terms of size, and his exposed torso makes it harder to keep your eyes to yourself.
 His broad shoulders seem to accentuate his neck much more than you imagined considering you never have seen him lounge around like this, and his hair is no longer dented. Itâs washed, fresh, and looks fucking good on him.Â
Then, his smirk. Itâs permanent on that knowing face of his. Â
âWhat are you looking at?â He side eyes you, totally ignoring the pizza because he wasnât actually hungry.Â
He feels a victory welling up in his chest at the way you look at him though, seeing you already get so flustered? So easy.Â
âUm,â You pause, tearing your eyes away in embarrassment. âNothing.âÂ
He chuckles once in a short breath before stretching himself back against the couch cushions, spreading his legs wide and taking dominance over the space in the room.Â
âDidnât seem like nothing.â He flirts easily, testing the waters of how willing you are to admit that heâs getting his way. âYou were checking me out.âÂ
You face forward now, shifting closer to the arm of the couch and pretending like you can't feel the warmth of the hot water he must have used radiating off of him.Â
âOf course not!â You laugh nervously, lunging forward for the remote again. âWhy would I check you out?â
Heeseung rolls his eyes at your shitty attempt to lie.Â
âBecause I took my shirt off for you.â He says, turning his head to look at you with a malicious smirk. âWas that not obvious?âÂ
You turn to look at him in surprise. Why the fuck would he even say that to you?!
âDo you like me better this way? Half naked?â
âWhat are you talking about?â You avoid him like your life depends on it, not wanting to admit that you definitely find him more attractive right now than you ever have, and the fact that heâs talking to you like this only further pushes you to want what you canât have.
âYou think Iâm hot, donât you?â He presses, bouncing his leg and keeping his eyes on the way your chest heaves at his words.Â
âYou want me, donât you?â He continues pressing, repeating the question in a way that makes you feel forced to agree with him.Â
âYouâre gonna think about me the next time youââ
âHeeseung!â You shout, turning your entire body towards him with heat searing on your cheekbones. âWhat the fuck are you talking about? Youâre dating my sister.â You try to bring both him and yourself back to reality with that statement, more upset internally at the fact that youâre right about it.Â
Heâs dating your sister and yet, heâsâŠdoing this. To you. And you fucking like it?
âYeah, no shit.â He laughs you off, looking down at his lap and feeling a twitch at the way you donât leave the room. Proving in some way that you definitely like it. âAnd Iâm still right, arenât I? Youâre just playing hard to get.â
You stare at him, dumbfounded and utterly shocked by his blatant attempts to come onto you. Unfortunately, youâve never been in this situation before and your eyes tell on you the same way your body language does. Of course heâs right, and you know youâre doing a terrible job of hiding it.
âAh, Yeah.â He smiles, watching how you try to keep your eyes on his face but failing. âIâm right.â He continues, lifting his ass just slightly to accentuate the shape of his cock under these sweats for you to get a good eye full.Â
You swallow, looking away from him and squeezing your legs together. It feels like such a sudden change of atmosphere. What was once a deniable crush on him becomes a confusing whirlwind wet panties and zero morality.
Does he get off on trying to rile you up? Thereâs no fucking way heâd actually go through with any of this. Heâs just doing it because he thinks itâs cute that you want him. Right?Â
You know for a fact that if Jay talked to you this way, you would have let him do whatever he wanted to you. But this is Heeseung. Not Jay, not Jake, not Sunghoon, with their shitty attempts at trying to pull off the exact thing. Oh god, this is bad. This is so bad.Â
âIâm going to my room.â You swallow around the thick words, not at all wanting to leave the room solely because your body is giving in instantly to the fact that Heeseung is dirty talking to you for no goddamn reason.Â
Perhaps itâs the fact that the one thing your sister has that you shouldnât ever be able to obtain is doing this. Never did you think a mere idea that heâs attractive would turn into a split second decision of wanting him to fuck you.Â
âNo, youâre not.â He chuckles, spreading his legs a bit wider now and looking down at his lap, the same exact spot your eyes are looking at. âYouâre going to try and keep your eyes on the screen, and weâre going to finish this movie.âÂ
Safe to say, that was a harder demand to follow than you anticipated and he seemed to fucking love raising his brow at you each time he caught your eye on him.Â
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By the time your sister returned home and essentially tamed her boyfriend from acting out any longer, you feltâŠinsane. She tamed him without even knowing that he was acting out, not double-taking at all when she walked in to him spread out and shirtless on the couch with you struggling to watch the movie. You felt his confidence radiating, making the living room feel suffocating and unstable in terms of if you belong there or not.Â
You find yourself in your room now, cuddling up in your bed with thoughts ruminating on how you have not one, not two, not three, but four men throwing themselves at you. You donât recall ever actually giving them the idea that this is okay. Or maybe you did? Youâre not sure.
You scroll through your text messages, old friends from back home falling into the background each time you open a message from Jake, or the other two that consistently check in with you like youâre some sort of prize to be won.Â
Maybe you want to be a prize for some handsome guy to flaunt though, and you embody all of that confidence you got from, somehow, having the one man youâre not supposed to ever obtain parading around for you.
You embody it to text back. To be bold. To give in to the arousal that just slammed you in the gut, reeling from the very idea that there are men in this world who want to fuck you and youâre about fed up with pretending itâs a lie.
You: are you done with your game?Â
You send the same message separately to all three of Heeseungâs friends, and somehow youâre still unaware that they all three share the information with each other in discord.Â
âAre you done with your game?â Jake mimics in a feminine tone. âSheâs playing with all of us.âÂ
Jay chuckles through the mic, damning them to be second and third place as he quickly texts back.
Jay: no, but I can be. Why?Â
âTo be fair, weâre kind of playing with her too.â Sunghoon cuts in, responding in his own way to your text and telling you that heâs bored, that heâs waiting on you to give him a date and time to pick you up, that heâs annoyed with his friends.Â
âWell, yeah!â Jake bellows through the muffled mic. âI mean, look at her.â
âOh, Iâve looked.â Sunghoon smiles at himself before snapping his eyes to the discord and noting how Jay has muted himself.Â
âThat mother fucker.â
Jake follows suit, noting exactly what Sunghoon is calling out before lending a groan of his own.Â
âHeâs trying so hard.â He rolls his eyes, knowing for a fact that Jay is probably already mid text-conversation with you.
And he would be right, as you lay against your pillows and let Jayâs conversation overpower the two other unopened texts from his friends.Â
You: im a little overwhelmed right now, not sure how to explain it.
Jay: overwhelmed how?
You: wellâŠ
You take a second to yourself to breathe, feeling your entire body radiate with a feeling that can only resemble that of want, or perhaps need. Youâve sexted multiple times in your life, but never in a situation where youâre sexting because youâre overwhelmed more than just aroused.Â
Itâs the fact that youâre bringing it up this time after playing uninterested since any of them started texting you. Youâve dodged Jakeâs dick pics, youâve pushed off the date you agreed to go on with Sunghoon, and youâve even gone as far as telling Jay youâre not interested at all.
Now though? You can imagine what heâd think of you to see you bring it up. Do you care though? Not that much. After all, youâre single, youâre consumed by the ability to do whatever you want, and Jayâs hot.Â
You: im frustrated.
You: REALLY frustrated.âŠsexually
Jay: oh yeah? for me?
You stare at the screen, sending him an emoji that confirms your words for a third time before swiping away and looking at your inbox of available men. You know who else is hot? Sunghoon.Â
You: hey if we went on a date, where would you take me?
Sunghoon: probably a movie or something idk, why? what would you wanna do?
You: id wanna go to your house
Sunghoon: and why is that, cutie?
And as you pick up conversations with both men, reeling from the attention, you thinkâŠhmm, you wanna know who else is hot? Jake.Â
You: Jakeeeee
Jake: whaaaat :)Â
You: remember that dick pic you sent to me then begged me to delete because it was an accident?
Jake: âŠ
You: i didnât delete it.Â
Jake: you like it?
You: maybe.Â
And you guess this is who you are now, plotting and setting up some form of sexting situation with three different men, who are all very close friends, who all very much seem to reciprocate your advances.
Itâs actually pretty cool, as you lay here reading words from a different man every two minutes. Jay telling you exactly how he could help you with that frustration, Sunghoon asking you to explain what youâd wanna do in his house with him, and then Jake blatantly sending his cock to you again like he has nothing better to do.Â
Itâs all fun and games until things start to get real heated and you get kind of into it. Focusing on Jayâs little message of, âim helping you out here, you should help me too. send pics.âÂ
You ask yourself why you consider doing it before swiping away and landing on a video of Jake, face bright and smiling before lowering the camera. Blatantly fucking himself just because you said he had a nice dick.Â
Your body is feeling permanent goosebumps because of those two, overwhelming you more than you could have imagined to see just how far theyâd be willing to go to try and convince you to do the same for them.
Sunghoon brings a different form of arousal in his inbox though. Far more tame than the others, asking you to push, telling you to say all of the dirty things rather than him. Pushing for a date.Â
Sunghoon: keep talking to me like this, ill come get you right now.Â
You: not yet, just this for now.
Sunghoon: no pressure, are you touching yourself at least?
You: I amÂ
Sunghoon: yeah? thinking about me too right?Â
You: yea
Youâre lying. Kind of. Half-lying, at least, because you are thinking about him but youâre also thinking about Jake, and Jay, and sending nudes, andâ Heeseung.
Youâre thinking about Heeseung, and only because you can hear the shuffling in the room a wall over. Then? Thumping, right behind you as you lay in your bed. At this moment, you should be able to focus on the men blatantly trying to fuck you, but instead youâre reminding yourself of how Heeseung looked earlier.
And youâre listening. Thumping, thumping, thumping, until you hearâ
âDonât cover your mouth, sheâs probably asleep anyway.â You hear Heeseung bellow out in a far-away voice.Â
Great. Theyâre fucking. Just fucking great. Well, now what? You think, as you thumb back and forth between messages with frustration.
Your mind reels as you listen though. Imagining Heeseung more than anything being the force behind those thumps on your wall. His voice almost croaked when he regarded you directly to your sister while fucking her. Why canât you stop thinking about him? All it took was a single day of marathoning movies?! A single shower?!Â
God, youâve got to seem desperate to be reacting this way. He probably thinks that shit is funny. And as you now shove your headphones in your ears so as to not hear anymore of it, you stand on your feet and walk to your bathroom. Youâre too interested in being fucked now, might as well give the boys something to look at, right?
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âShe really is trying to get away with it.â Sunghoon says, dumbfounded by the receipts provided by all three boys in their own private group chat.
Without Heeseung.Â
âYeah, but she sent me an ass pic.â Jay boasts, smiling to himself and silently saving the other provided images that you sent to his friends.Â
âWhatever, Iâm picking her up today for what she wants to call a âdateâ. She literally said she wanted me to pull her hair.âÂ
Jake gasps, offended.
âWhat the fuck? She said she wanted to pull my hair!â He groans. âWhy am I the one she thinks would like that?! I have a big dick! I couldââ
âAnyway,â Jay cuts him off. âShe really is just like her sister. Heeseung doesnât even know how Iâve seen his precious girlfriendâs pussy, only a matter of time before Iâm seeing her little sisterâs too.âÂ
Sunghoon rolls his eyes, ignoring Jakeâs huffing and puffing as he does his best not to laugh at Jayâs almost victory over your sister.Â
âWell, Iâm getting the girl this time.â He says, opening his texts and reading through the presumed masturbation session he shared with you last night. âSaid she couldnât wait to see me.âÂ
âIâm sure she could though.â Jay says, competitive, wanting to win. âYouâll see.â
Sunghoon can sense the competition in the air, knowing that Jay is probably coming up with some lame ass plan to get in your pants before he can even get the chance to pick you up tonight.Â
And then thereâs Jake.
âYou know, maybe sheâs right.â He rambles on, thinking hard about how your dynamic with the other two seems to differ greatly from the way you speak to him. âI do have better hair than both of you combined.â
And they stay like that, roasting each other while simultaneously lusting over the same girl until Heeseung gets online and pings them in the regular group chat for a round of gameplay.Â
âWhatâs up, virgins?â Heeseung greets, booting up his game and noting the silence in the voice chat.Â
âI said, whatâs uââÂ
âWe heard you.â Sunghoon chimes in, preparing himself for a direct mission of humbling the fuck out of him. âCall me a virgin all you want, doesnât change the fact that Iâm getting my dick wet tonight.âÂ
âPlease.â Heeseung laughs, rolling his eyes as he waits for them to get into the game lobby. âWho would stick your dick in them anyway?âÂ
âYour girlfriendâs little sister.â Sunghoon announces.Â
Excuse me?
âIn your dreams.â Heeseung tries to laugh, but is interrupted yet again by his two other friends laughing first. âWait, youâre serious?âÂ
Sunghoon hums a confirmation, which leads Heeseung to wonder what the fuck happened in the span of one single night. He could have sworn he had you in the palm of his hand on that couch. He knew you heard how good he fucks your sister.Â
Thereâs no way.Â
âNah, sheâs already got a crush on someone else.â He continues to brush Sunghoon off. âAnd itâs not you.â
âYeah, because itâs me.â Jay laughs, bombarding Heeseung with another low blow. âWhy else would she take her shorts off for me?â
Anger? Yes. Jealousy? Also yes.
âBullshit.â Heeseung calls out, staring at his discord and the way his friendâs names light up every time they laugh.
 âWhat are they trying to do, Jake? Spill.â
Jake silences his laughing.Â
âOh, you think he didnât get nudes too?â Jay laughs harder. âShe sent them to all three of us last night. Different pictures too, she wasnât skimping on the goods, I can tell you that much.â
Heeseung takes a moment to breathe through his nose. âAnd just why did she send you nudes?â
âI didnât even ask for them, Hee, honest!â Jake tries to get on his good side. âI guess showing her my dick did something for her though.â That did not get him on Heeseungâs good side.Â
âWhy the fuck  is she sending you guys nudes?â He asks again, this time slightly raising his voice.Â
You should have been sending him nudes to prove your insatiable lust that you must have. Right? Like, why not him? If anyone?Â
âOh, right.â Sunghoon finally reveals the truth. âFirst person to fuck her wins.âÂ
âIs that so?â Heeseung leans back in his chair, crossing his arms with narrowed eyes at their stupid usernames.Â
Competition is what heâs best at.Â
âYeah.â Sunghoon confirms. âAnd by the end of the night, Iâll be the winner.âÂ
âThatâs what he thinks, anyway.â Jay snickers. âSheâs already texted me a cute little good morning like she didnât sext three guys last night.âÂ
âMhm.â Jake hums into the mic. âMe too.â
Sunghoon tilts his head in confusion at that, now checking his phone and noting that he hasnât received his own good morning from you yet. Weird.Â
âYou guys are aware that you canât do that, right?â Heeseung chimes in, knowing that heâs playing their game now. And heâs good at playing games. âYou seriously canât be trying to rail my girlfriendâs sister.â
âYeah. We are, actually.â Jay overtakes the conversation. âBesides, she wants it.â
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You wake up feeling insanely embarrassed by how you acted like night.Â
Tonightâs date with Sunghoon probably wonât happen. Thereâs no way you can live up to the confidence you showed him.Â
You: hey can we raincheck?
Sunghoon: no wtf?Â
He reacts negatively, because his victory is now being ripped from his hands by the prize herself. Itâs not even just like, the fact that he wants to fuck you just to say he did it before anyone else could. Itâs the fact that youâre kind of cool. Incredibly hot, and super willing to slut yourself out.Â
Just his type. He loves being able to tame girls and keep them locked between his legs, with his cock in their throat.Â
You: sorry i just donât feel good today, can try this weekend?Â
Sunghoon sighs, sending you a short approval before focusing back on the intense game playing out on his screen.Â
âShe canceled on me.â Sunghoon complains, shooting a player dead between the eyes before crouching and running off to find his next kill of frustration. âJay, what did you fucking do?â
Jay snorts, smirking on his end of the screen, camping like an asshole in a bathroom and waiting for some unsuspecting dad of six to run by and get his cheeks clapped by some idiot with the username of DADDYJAY02.Â
âTold her Iâd fuck her real good if she cancels.â He jokes, mostly focused on the current game at hand.
Heeseung is pleased to learn that youâre skipping the date though, leading him to believe that maybe he was right in thinking heâs got you in the palm of his hand.Â
Still doesnât change the fact that youâve got nudes in your phone. Nudes that you sent to three fucking losers that couldnât even come close to doing what he could do for you.Â
âHeâs talking shit. She hasnât left her room all morning.â Heeseung says. âI already told you guys that she has a crush on someone, and itâs not any of you. So, you can go ahead and kiss your bullshit sex-game goodbye.â
Jake pipes in now, listening to the sheer amount of confidence coming from Heeseung and Jay.
âI dunno.â He breathes, picking people off one by one in his own, less-than-great playstyle. âSheâs still texting me and being all cute. Maybe she just thinks you guys are weird.âÂ
âWhat did she say?â Heeseung asks, now more focused on what Jake might say rather than the fact that Jay just got downed and needs help.Â
âSomething about how she feels embarrassed about everything but likes talking to me, heart emoji and all.â He says in a nonchalant tone, now being downed himself in game. âMe and Jay are down.â
âStay down then.â Heeseung scoffs, ignoring both dying friends as he focuses on the win.Â
âDude, fucking pick me up.â Jay now argues, throwing his hands up at the gameplay, watching Heeseung blatantly run straight past him. âHeeseung! Pick me the fuck up!âÂ
He snickers in response.Â
âStop trying to fuck her and Iâll pick you up.âÂ
âIâd rather die.â Jay argues back, accepting his in-game death and instead pulling his phone out to text you. âIn fact, Iâll text her right now.â
Sunghoon, listening to the chaos and still neck-to-neck in terms of kills with Heeseung, tries to ignore the fact that heâs losing the only game he cares about winning right now.Â
âAll three of you are starting to get annoying.â Sunghoon mumbles into the microphone, killing the last remaining player and stretching his arms out in a sigh.
âYouâre just mad because sheâs ghosting you for me.â Jake sings out happily.
Heeseung listens, seething in his head about how theyâre really just gonna keep doing this shit and decides, fine.Â
Heâs already playing the game theyâre playing. Heâs been playing it for much longer, actually, with those panties he took from your dresser when he built it. With the way he placed your bed against the same wall his bed is against, just so you could listen and suffer for his cock to stuff you full instead.Â
If itâs a fucking competition they want, theyâre gonna get it.Â
And with that? He logs off without so much as a goodbye before heading to his bathroom. For the first time in years caring more and more about how he dresses and carries himself just to see you want him.Â
He styles his hair, brushes his teeth, perfects his hair with the hood up on his hoodie, and then heads straight to your room.Â
âHey, Sunghoon said heâs supposed to be going on a date with you tonight.â He says as soon as he gets to your door.
You look panicked.
âOh, he told you?â You say, avoiding eye contact with him because goddamn does he look good today but also, what the fuck Sunghoon?!Â
âYeah.â He answers in a less than entertained tone.Â
âDid heââ You pause, now looking at him and his stupid attractive stance against your door. ââsay anything else?âÂ
âOh, he told me all about it.â He admits to you now, loving the way you curl into your own embarrassment. âI did warn you, you know.â
You blink at him, wanting to hide from the entire situation. Especially because the only reason you went for his friends was because he got you all choked up.Â
âStill, I thought youâd tame yourself a little bit. I meanâ Jay too? Really?â Heeseung starts to pick you apart with the information heâs learned today. âAnd Jake?â
You groan out, covering your face with both hands.Â
âGod, I donât know what I was thinking.â You try to explain. âI justââ
âYou were wet.â He answers for you, smiling at the way you try to run from the truth. âSo wet for me that you ran to my friends?âÂ
Only now do you move your hands from your face and look at him. Shocked that he got straight to the point, and is entirely correct.
âYou got their hopes up, you know.â He continues, taking control of the situation as he crosses his arms and leans his head back and against your doorframe. âRight after getting my hopes up.âÂ
âWhat are youââÂ
âYou know what Iâm talking about, and you know exactly what Iâm doing.â He cuts you off, speaking for you, thinking for you, not letting you get a word in to doubt a single thing heâs saying. âYou know what youâre doing too. So, look at me next time I come in here and call you out on your bullshit.â
Your eyes stay on him, full of embarrassment and a sense of guilt. You feel scolded, which is so fucking wrong and weird for it to come from him of all people.Â
âTime to stop pretending now, babe. If you want thisââ He says, looking down between his legs and grabbing his bulge. âYouâll stay away from my friends.âÂ
And then he justâŠleaves with a smile? Doesnât even let you respond?Â
âIâm going to the store, we donât have shit to eat in this house.â You hear him complain as he walks down the hallway, acting as if he didnât just word-fuck you with the truth that you werenât quite ready to accept.Â
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Youâre losing it. Truly, youâre losing every ability in your body to ignore the fact that you not only think about Heeseung in ways you shouldnât, you want him in ways that should be a fucking crime.
Seeing him grab himself like that in your doorway? Fuck, if he hadnât of walked away right after, you very well may have found yourself with your ankles up by your ears, begging him to use it on you.Â
No self restraint at this point, and you donât even care.Â
Your phone is long forgotten as you pace your room, wondering if you should leave the house too, just to find a sex shop that has a Heeseung sized and shaped cock for you to fuck yourself on in order to get this intense feeling of need out of you.Â
Thatâs really all it took for him to make you go fucking feral for it? A little bit of flirting? A little bit threatening? A grab of his cock, practically dangling it in front of you like the two of you are allowed to be having those kinds of moments together?Â
Fuck him for knowing how to get you horny more than you know how to do it yourself. Since when did you like men to act that way towards you? Since fucking when did you get off on a boyfriend that your sister intends to fucking marry?!
Itâs so fucked up, and itâs equally fucking hot to you because itâs fucked up.Â
Out of everything your sister has that you donât, Heeseung is the one you want most. And heâs just fuckingâŠheâs justâ
God damn it. You sigh, pacing back and forth, checking the time on your phone and ignoring all of your unread texts. Heeseung has only been gone for a total of ten minutes and it feels like youâve been pacing for hours.
Throbbing between your legs at the small glimpses of his size under whatever pants he wears. With his hair, and his skin, and his stupid, shit-eating smirk that he throws at you. Telling you he knows. Showing you that he likes it.Â
You stop your pacing for a moment, squeezing your eyes shut tight to try and flutter the images of him out of your head. Trying to get the reality to come back to you.Â
Whatâs fucked up is that it is reality that heâs doing this to you. You canât avoid it like itâs a guilty little wet dream youâd be able to hide.Â
Itâs real.
And, well, fuck it. You love your sister just as much as you always have, even as you want to fuck her boyfriend. Even as her boyfriend seemingly wants to fuck you.
Even as you leave your room, entering their room for the first time.Â
Even as you inspect their bed, the placement suspiciously right on the other side of your own bed against the wall.Â
Even as you smell the familiar scent of Heeseung on one of the pillows and instantly throw yourself on the bed against it, shoving it between your legs in a desperate and obvious show of how much you really, really, fucking want it.Â
And if this is what it feels like to lose your fucking mind? So be it.Â
His pillow is soft, offering little pressure to your clit as you writhe against it, but you moan louder than you ever have while pleasuring yourself. For once, the house is empty and for once, you have a point of arousal that doesnât involve porn.
Your mind falls into images of him, and the way he moves his body during every day instances. Then, to the way he sounded when he fucked your sister in this very same bed. He must fuck hard, because that consistent thumping on your wall seemed to prove it already.Â
Fuck, you hope he fucks hard.Â
You saw the outline of it a few times by now too, so big even while flaccid and uninterested in you. He must know how to contain himself too. Real calm, real collected when it comes to how heâd probably use it.Â
The images swim up and down behind your eyes as you writhe your clit against the corner of his pillow for what feels like ages, knowing your panties are being pushed into the folds of your wet core, feeling your shorts skew as you move, back and forth, stretching with each grind forward.Â
Youâre aware that parts of your pussy are out in the open between grinds, feeling the soft material of his pillow rub you only slightly raw with the force of your movements, and you simply donât care. Youâre home alone, remember?Â
Wait. How long have you been doing this again?
âOh, fuck yeah.â You hear from behind you, startling you into a defensive position of curling around the pillow. âBumping it real good, werenât you? Right up on my pillow?â Heeseung laughs, standing just inside of the room with a step much quieter than heâd normally have when heâs walking around.Â
âFuck, thatâs so gross.â He snickers with hooded eyes and a triumphant smirk as he crosses his arms.Â
âYou really thought I wouldnât find out? Like I wouldnât be able to smell it? I smelled you when I walked in.â
God, the fucking horror that replaces the arousal hits you harder than you ever knew it could as you jump to your feet on buckled knees and try to mutter out an apology.
âIâm sorry.âÂ
He just said you were gross. He said he could smell you while scrunching his nose.Â
âIâm sorry, Heeseung, Iâm sorry.â You continue, trying to make your way past him ultimately so you can lock yourself in your bedroom to never come out.Â
âHmm, what makes you think you could just come in here and fuck my things?â He isnât going to let you go that easy, of course he isnât.
The thing about him is, he knows heâs got you now. That little sex bet going with his friends? Theyâre done for.
 Full control of the whole situation is right here in the palm of his hand, and the proof is that embarrassing wet spot you left on his pillow. This was all he needed. You made him chase, and heâll be damned if he gives you what you want now so easily.Â
Itâs your turn to ache with the same feeling between your legs. Youâre going to be fucking gone by the time he finally gives it to you.Â
âI thought yââ You try to explain, not looking him in the eye when he holds you in place by the arm from leaving.Â
âThought I wanted you over her?â He mutters to you in a hot whisper, pulling you back and against him, dipping his head and chasing your line of sight to force you to look at him. âOh my god, how sad.âÂ
You try look away, entirely confused, embarrassed, fucking ashamed.Â
Never have you let guilt take you over like this because youâve never allowed yourself to be in a position to feel so goddamn stupid.
Heâs going to tell her what you did. You might as well go pack your shit now and get ready to go back home because this was not okay.Â
âIâm sorry. I misreadâŠâ Youâre being forced to look at him, but you still keep your eyes on the bottom of his chin rather than his eyes, feeling his hands squeeze you, not at all noticing how rock fucking hard he is due to the sheer terror you feel at this moment.
âMm, no you didnât.â He explains, eyes scanning over your flushed face, tears prickling in your eyes.Â
And once again, fucking confusion. The weight of guilt lifts off of you at his words, allowing you to look him straight in the eyes this time. Urging him to tell you that he does want you. That everything you thought previously was true.
That he was trying to come onto you.Â
âYou were throwing your legs open for just anyone.â He lands the blow harshly, with his breath hitting you square in the forehead. âI just wanted to see if you were really as slutty as Jay said you were.â
A direct blow to any confidence you ever could have had walking around this house.Â
You fell for it. Your sister is dating a piece of shit, and somehow you still find him so attractive. You still wish he was lying.Â
You still wish he liked you, or wanted you on some level.
âGod, such a cry baby too.â He rolls his eyes now, breathing in deep before releasing his hold on you. âGo cry in your room, Iâm sure you still have an orgasm to get, donât you?âÂ
You refuse the eye contact again as you try to walk away in a way that you wish could make you disappear. Heâs making damn sure to shame you straight into the dirt, and it makes you feel so unclean.Â
âDonât you?â He repeats with a louder voice as you walk away, stepping into your room, and closing the door behind you.
Yeah, youâre still probably going to get that orgasm. He knows it.Â
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Heeseung is a nightmare to be around. Youâre annoyed that you didnât notice it before and actually wanted to be around him before that mishap with his pillow.Â
You canât read him.Â
When your sister is home, he ignores you for the most part. He spends his time on his PC yelling with friends, he scoffs at you, looks at you like you look and sound ridiculous any time you say something, yet, when heâs with your sister, heâs so, so, loving.Â
All over her, really. Hands on her waist, back, thighs, ass. Heâs so sexual with her in front of you, to the point that you canât make eye contact at all with either of them.Â
To the point that you miss it every time when he checks to see if youâre watching.Â
Whatâs worse about Heeseung is that you think now that he has no interest in you. Everything he did really was for an ego boost, or like some shitty game he was playing. It got to the point that, yeah, youâre sexting at least one of his friends as often as possible despite never giving them a reason to come over, and certainly not going to see them yourself.Â
Itâs like a bandaid as you lay in your bed night after night listening to Heeseung on the other side of the wall draw you into a state of lust, pining, and absent passion. So vocal, when heâs fucking her. You always feel alone when he does it, with your fingers slamming away and offering pleasure that never gets you there. You always come up short, never being able to get off.Â
Even with all of that, he still flirts.
Which fucks you up even more. Heâll make you feel so awful about everything thatâs happened, everything you actively say or do, and then turn around and smile at you when your sister is at work.Â
Heâll offer to make dinner for you. Heâll do your laundry and fold it, always mixing his clothes into the pile by accident. Heâll touch your waist. Heâll brush his hand past yours when he catches you in the hallway while walking by.Â
When you try to flirt back, or look at him for too long though? Hope in your eyes and weight lifting from your shoulders at his hidden actions? He shuts you down instantly.Â
Like this morning, when you left your room and went to the kitchen to make coffee, he was already there. He came up behind you real close, rubbing what you presume to be his soft dick against your ass as he lifted and grabbed the filters down for you.Â
And when you choked up and looked at him? He could see that little glint of hope in your eyes.
âI was just helping. Jesus christ, youâre more needy than your sister.âÂ
Or that time yesterday, when you were lounging on the couch and he came out after a shower in those same fucking sweat pants, without a shirt again, and sat down next to you. Spreading his legs wide, smirking, and watching you try to avoid his eyes.Â
âCanât even look at me without getting wet, huh?âÂ
Safe to say, Heeseung is playing the game with his friends a little too hard. Knowing that at any point during the day if he wanted to push you to the floor and take you, he fucking could.Â
So that leaves you now, sitting here feeling about as crazy as you did the day you ran into his room and started fucking his pillow. Every day is felt with sexual frustration that you donât know what to do with, even sexting his friends, even receiving their videos and hot words, even with their promises of multiple orgasms and hour long sessions of head, your frustration isnât satiated.
You worry it never will be if Heeseung doesnât move out, or like, fall out a window or something.
And as you leave your room to go back to the kitchen for a snack, of course you note the open door of the office that is far too silent compared to thirty minutes earlier.Â
Of course, Heeseung has trained you to be entirely too curious about what heâs doing at all times when the two of you are alone.
Of course, you donât turn and walk away the moment you see his back turned, shoulder moving, and a brightly colored hentai flashing across his monitor.Â
In fact, you stand there solely because you canât deny yourself of this.
âWas wondering if youâd come in here.â He mutters through a breath, turning his face for a moment before pumping his hand harder. âSâonly fair that I let you watch too, right?â
Heâs bringing up the pillow incident. Again. Like he hasnât brought it up a million times since it happened as a form of shaming you. Telling you how it smelled, laughing and asking how many times you planned to do it behind his back.Â
Youâre still frozen though, coming to terms with the fact that he could call you an ugly whore and youâd probably accept it at face value just to watch the very scene in front of you.
Are you selfish or are you just desperate?Â
Maybe a bit of both.
âCome over here.â He says to your silence, now swiveling his chair around and ignoring the animated fuck-fest on screen.Â
You take in an inhale, trying not to show it by looking away from him, but ultimately failing when your eyes fall straight to where his hand is in his pants. The tent created by the sheer size of him leaving far too much for you to think about.Â
Anyone in this situation would call him a loser. Jerking it to hentai? Looking the way he does? Being unemployed and doing this at like, eleven in the morning? You can tell he hasnât slept too, and thatâs entirely something a simp would do. Something a virgin would do.
But, you want him. Youâve never been so attracted to someone, actually. He sees you swallow at the image too, smirking and stilling his hand.Â
âShit, youâre really just going to watch me?âÂ
Yeah. You figured that was obvious to him, considering he already thinks youâre gross, embarrassing, and shameless. Itâs not like you not watching at this point would change his mind about you.Â
So, you just stand there, watching, waiting.
Until he gives you a breathless chuckle and a shake of his head.Â
âCome on, get a better look then.â He encourages you through a soft moan, sliding his fingers on the underside of his length, feeling the pre-cum drip out.Â
There it is again. Him acting interested.Â
Itâs really the worst because you give in every single time, clinging to the hope that maybe he really is interested this time, only to be shot down time and time again.Â
Right now is no different from the countless other times heâs flirted just to laugh at you trying to flirt back. Even as you walk towards him with shaking hands gripping the bottom of your own shirt for comfort, you know heâs probably just going to pull his hand out of his pants and probably present a very large cucumber or something before laughing at the fact that you really thought.Â
Except, he doesnât do that.Â
You can see the wet spot at the top of the tent his cock creates, right where the head rubs up against the fabric and it proves that heâs really touching himself right now.
âLower.â He instructs under hooded eyes, head leaned back against his chair, body slouched and relaxed. âOn the floor.â
Ah, the fucking power he has is electrifying. You really just do everything he says in the hopes that someday, heâll put it in you. In the hopes that someday, he will show you what it is that your sister loves so much about him.Â
The way you do lower yourself to your knees on his floor, sitting right there in front of him with your eyes glued to the hidden act of what heâs doing to himself? God, youâre dirty.
He chews on his lower lip as he works himself up to the image of you simply on your knees, gripping your shirt like itâs the only thing holding you from falling off of the earth. So pretty, so complacent, so willing.Â
Fuck, he knows his friends want you and he can imagine that they must furiously get off to this very image themselves, thought up all by themselves. Except theyâve actually seen your body, Heeseung hasnât seen shit.
âTake it off.â He says through a breath, the words shaking with each pump of his fist as he tries to stimulate the whole length of his cock without pulling it out.Â
Itâs a tight fit in his pants right now, but he isnât going to show you a damn thing.Â
You blink up at him, your eyes shining and bright at the fact that youâre fine not seeing it. You seem totally satisfied just watching him pleasure himself.Â
Oh god, youâre fucking perfect.Â
Even more perfect when you do remove your shirt, tits sitting nice and naked for him to stare at harder. Big. Plush. Prettier than the ones that are drawn to perfection by horny men on his screen just to the side of him. Prettier than your sisterâs, even.Â
âAh, yeah.â He comments, hand pumping faster, cock leaking more. âJust sit right there and look pretty for me.â
And, you do. Hands now pressed into the carpet beneath you, gripping the texture much like you did your shirt just to press your tits together for him. Just so he wants you right now, even if he wonât ten minutes from now.Â
He really does just watch you too. The image of you alone like this seemingly just enough to get him there when you notice his head slam back against the headrest of his chair again.
Bottom lip bitten, eyebrows raised, a held breath, and then heâs releasing that same breath along with his cum. All into his hand and against his pants as he pumps harder through the sensitivity of his orgasm.Â
Eyes falling back to you, darker this time, he smirks as he slides his hand from his pants, careful not to lose any of that thick, milky, cum, and tipping his fingers at you.Â
âAhh-â He opens his mouth, speaking to you as if heâs feeding you a snack, and for some reason, you mimic it.
Your mouth opens as you lean forward and he slips his fingers in, relishing in the feeling of your frantic tongue licking up the taste of him.
So desperate, god, you want it so bad and he can see it.
He can feel it.Â
And by the time youâve licked his fingers clean, eyes tearing up because you know heâs about to mock you for how much you loved the taste of it, he pulls his hand back and says nothing.
He doesnât even smile at you when he stands up, staring down at you like he owns you.Â
Youâre just sitting on the floor shirtless, avoiding his eye contact and preparing for whatever fucked up thing he wants to say about it, salty sweet remnants of his flavor in your mouth, and near tears in your eyes.Â
âYou really did that.â He says before stepping to the side of you and heading for the door. âSwallowed all of it too.â
You did, and of course youâre ashamed despite sitting here wet and aching. You nod as you stare at the floor in shame, hands clasped in your lap.
âGood girl.â He breathes out to you before leaving for the bathroom, not another word muttered to you.
And as Heeseung stands looking at himself in the mirror, chest heaving as he reels from what just took place, he smiles. God, the horror you must feel right now. If you knew how much he liked this and how willing you were to take what you can get, youâd probably be the happiest girl alive.Â
Youâre so willing to feel ashamed, so willing to be shamed, just to look at him? Just to see him do this? Just to suck all of his cum off of his fingers?Â
Youâre fucking crazy.Â
If you knew how he silently jerked off, breathing in that pillow you had against your pussy, youâd probably orgasm on the spot. If you fucking knew how he stole your panties the very day you moved in, youâd probably give him the ones youâre wearing now just to please him.Â
Ah, so perfect. Itâs only a matter of time now.
Only a matter of time before he wins and shuts his friends up for fucking good, because honestly, itâs getting old now to hear his friends pretend they have a shot at this with you.
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Living with your sister became something you never meant for it to be. Youâre not living with her, youâre living with fucking guilt, and confusion, and insatiable lust for the man sheâs supposed to be pleasing every night.Â
In fact, the amount you see her is far less than you originally thought. She works so much, and when sheâs not working overtime just to come home and love on her asshole of a boyfriend, and tell you sweet goodnights like you didnât eat his cum off his fingers, sheâs sleeping away the exhaustion of being the only good person in this house.Â
Unfortunately for her though, you donât care.
You appreciate the freedom sheâs given to you on a silver platter, with a nice new bedroom suite and good food in the fridge, but you know she didnât bring you here with the intention of giving you this much freedom.
She gave you the ability to fuck and be fucked whenever and where ever you want, but the choice wasnât meant to be Heeseung. With his ever changing moods, annoying gamer rage, and disconcerting need to flirt and shame you.Â
You canât believe youâre sitting here across from her before yet another one of her shifts, drinking the same juice, eating the same breakfast, pretending like you havenât tasted the same cum she has.Â
You canât believe that while growing up, you always shared her stuff against her will. She hated finding you wearing one of her favorite tops, or her new pairs of shoes. She would get so mad and all you can think now is that, surely she would kill you if she found out what else youâve used behind her back.
And when you watch Heeseung kiss her goodbye, he seems all too entertained with the situation. Watching you pretend like you donât want him, watching your sister be blissfully unaware of who his dick twitches for.
 Watching, watching, watching.Â
Staring, really, at you through the kiss. Up until she leaves for the day and youâre left staring back at him. Heeseung lends you a small wave with an uncaring face, wiggling the same fingers he fucked your mouth with in your face, almost seeming like heâs attempting to lure you to open those same lips again for him.
Almost as if to remind you that youâre pathetic.Â
And goddammit. You fucking are.
Thatâs why, of course, youâve found yourself time and time again in these same text messages. Fully guilty of leading these guys on but not nearly as guilty as you feel each time you show how bad you need it to the one man who doesnât deserve it.Â
Jay, if he could, would probably fuck you right on the doorstep by this point with the amount of nudes, phone calls, and blatant shows of sexual interest. You can sense how annoyed he is with cumming all by himself using your photos, but like, thatâs very attractive of him to wait.
Sunghoon? So frustrated with you for never following up with him, but entirely willing to fuck you with his dirty words and images of what heâd love to do if youâd just get the fuck out of the house for a day.
And Jake, ah, Jake. The cutest. One youâd take all of this frustration out on, the one who would probably apologize to you for everything bad thatâs ever happened to you mid-orgasm solely because he wouldnât know what else to say or do when heâs feeling so good.
Sexting any of them, or all of them, is really your only relief from the man who looms around this house. But at this point, even that is doing nothing for you.
Even as you read Jayâs texts, knowing heâs actively playing video games at the same time and not jerking off like he claims.Â
Jay: take a new one, i want more materialÂ
You: youâre not even touching yourself, you know I can hear heeseung yell at you right?
Jay: what? you think I canât multitask?Â
You: is that why heâs yelling then?Â
Jay: one handing it and still got more kills than him, yea
God, heâs too confident while being such a fucking loser, but yeah, youâll send him a new picture. Youâll go ahead and send it to Jake too. And Sunghoon, of course.
Then you pause with your fingers on the screen, zooming in on your body and checking it. Only half wondering what would happen if you took a pussy picture. Only half thinking of sending it to Heeseung. Not the other three, just him.
Half wondering turns to full wondering, as you listen to him yell something about Jay going down again mid match, proving that he probably was, in fact, fucking his fist mid-game and absolutely not getting more kills.
Heeseungâs voice sounds so full of anger. So loud, cracking in pitch even. Itâs hard to imagine someone sounding so stupid being able to act in a way thatâs made you feel so lost and ashamed of wanting him.Â
Yet, he did. And thatâs why you decide right at this moment, youâll always give in to his flirting even while knowing heâll mock you and make fun of you for it. Youâve already dealt with it to the point that youâre used to it. At least you still get something out of it, right?Â
At least, maybe, heâll give you something else to feel ashamed of today, right?Â
And as you take that photo, lying back on your bed, shifting your panties to the side and spreading your lips open for the camera, you snap a photo of your hole for him. Right there, already wet just imagining him thinking youâre pathetic for doing this.Â
At this point, youâre not feeling too ashamed of it right now. After all, he jerked off looking at you like there wasnât at least three holes being fucked and filled on the screen behind him before. SoâŠ
You send the photo to him, ignoring the displayed message from Jay stating, âyou only sent this one to me, right?âÂ
And then you wait.Â
And you wait.
And wait.
You can still hear Heeseung yelling his gaming talk, but you watch his text messages like a hawk. Feeling nervous, terrified, embarrassed, shamed, turned on, curious, wet.
Each time heâs silent, you stare at the messages, up until you notice that heâs opened it.Â
He saw it.
You wait for footsteps, you wait to hear him tell his friends that heâll be back. You wait for him to stomp in here and call you gross.Â
And you wait more.
And more.Â
Up until you canât wait any longer and you find yourself shifting up and off of your bed, leaving your phone behind as you make your way to the office. Heâs facing away from you as usual, the character on screen on a swivel as the scope of the gun searches for a head to shoot, and thenâ his phone.
Right there beside him, open, the image pulled up.Â
âWhat are you trying to do?â He says, but you canât tell if itâs for you or his friends.Â
You stand there, pussy looking much the same as it was in that photo, except now with your shorts back on you, and panties back in place.Â
âTrying to fuck me over right now?â He continues when a kill screen shows up and heâs got a few seconds to lift his hand from the mouse. Not even looking at you, he beckons you with two fingers and pushes his chair back just slightly.
By the time you get up beside him, he puts his fingers over his mouth, glancing up at you, then down at his phone and tapping it. Immediately after tapping, he points to the floor in front of him, scooting back more to make room for you.
The silent conversation is loud as he narrows his eyes at you when you sink to your knees on the floor in front of him. You crawl under the desk, legs quivering at the idea that heâs absolutely ignoring you, but also inviting you.Â
As if heâs feeding you what you want. As if he doesnât need this too.Â
And maybe he doesnât, you think, as you carefully reach forward to his knees, feeling him push his chair in and trap you under the desk. He doesnât look hard, proving that heâs simply allowing you to quench your thirst for his cum, surely.Â
Allowing you to be pathetic.Â
Allowing you to see it.Â
And finally, you do. Heâs even polite enough to lift his ass up a bit just to let you pull his sweats down to get it out. Slowly growing at the feeling of your breath against it.Â
You breathe deeply before you press your lips against it instantly, darting your tongue out curiously and closing your eyes to relish in the first taste of his skin. Itâs a clean taste, and despite him not being fully hard for this just yet, it only drives you to do better, to do more, until he actually wants you to do this for him, not just for you.Â
You could argue that it seemed much bigger when he was jerking it off in front of you, then again, heâs still not fully hard yet.Â
It actually hurts your feelings that youâre the one needing to get him horny right now. After all, you are clearly hungry for it, not him.
And you take him into your mouth again, and again, feeling him stiffen by the second. Still, his focus isnât on you or what youâre doing down here.Â
Until it is, anyway.Â
By this point, youâre actually struggling to take him into your mouth, and you can argue heâs only at half-girth as you try. The top of your head bumps his desk every few seconds, which forces you to keep him in your mouth.Â
Kind of terrifying actually, to have put something in your mouth so readily only to regret the fact that his cock is essentially locked in by the small pace youâre trapped in, and itâs only swelling up more and more by the second.Â
Hardening until your throat is constricting around it, forcing you to gag and search for breath.
Itâs hard to breathe as you cough and drool around him, frantically trying to pull off of him and hitting your head hard against the desk when you do.
He fucking chuckles at it before you feel his hand slip under the desk with you and grab his now fully hard cock. What does he do with it? He fucking slaps it straight across your face before forcing it right back between your lips.Â
You hate to say how wet that made you, and you hate even more to say that you kind of like the feeling of your throat getting bruised. Willing yourself to gag around him again, trying to twitch your tongue against the weight of his far too big length in your mouth.Â
You donât want him to laugh though, you want him to fucking moan. All for his friends to hear. After all, itâs the first time youâre going down on him and itâll probably be the last time too, right?
Not to mention, youâve barely had experiencing sucking dick as it is, he should he fucking helping you get through this.
But heâs not. Heâs justâŠplaying his fucking game. Hell, the twitches of his length against your gag reflex is probably more for the kill he gets rather than the way your dripping spit all over and down his balls.Â
This is embarrassing, and yetâ you love it. You fucking adore it, with the way your clit aches just at the thought that heâs letting you put your mouth on him at all.
Maybe it really is for you, and not for him.Â
âAh, fuck.â Heeseung groans, probably more to his game than to you.
His hand shoots under the table, right to the top of your head as his other balances himself on the seat of his chair. There, he holds your head down on him and angles his hips just slightly to fuck up. Gaging you repeatedly, holding back his own moans at the way youâre just going to let him use you like this.
And as quickly as it happened, that short grunt from him not going unnoticed, heâs drawing his hands back above his desk, relaxing his body, and giving back the control.Â
Already, you can hear his fingers against the keyboard again.
âBack in the game, Jay, to the right!â He shouts, showing you that he absolutely just fucked your face because he got fucking downed in the game.Â
And you continue, trying to give him that same feeling that he forced on you just now, and never quite getting the same force behind your lips or tongue for him. His cock is throbbing though, choking you with each dribble and spurt of precum, up until heâs pulling the same trick.
Fucking up, holding your throat down on him, for just a bit until heâs back in the game and playing.
This happens for what feels like forever. To the point that surely, youâre drenching the carpet under you, and youâre starting to feel insecure in the fact that he hasnât cum yet. Are you really justâŠbad at giving head?
Heeseungâs legs shift as you continue, slowing your pace and trying to rub your jaw through it with your free hand thatâs not gripping the fabric of his lowered sweats. You do this up until his cock is suddenly sliding further and further out of your throat when he rolls his chair back.Â
Ah.Â
Oh.
Oh, my god. You think, getting the first glimpse of his face since you started. Blown out pupils staring down under his desk, hair a mess, mic right up against his smirking lips.Â
He looksâŠlike he enjoyed it? Maybe? Are you getting ahead of yourself?
âYou want more?â He asks, straight into the mic and confusing his friends. âI can see how much you want it, baby, come on. Iâll give it to you.â
You stare up at him, pretending that when you crawl out from under the desk and try to stand, you canât hear the way he turns up the volume of his friends responding in confusion.Â
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â You hear the familiar voice of Sunghoon. âIf youâre gonna fuck your girlfriend, at least mute yourself, dick.âÂ
You nervously glance to his game thatâs still full screened. You knew he was gaming with his friends since this morning, but for him to talk to you like this as if they canât hear him?Â
âTheyâll want to hear you.â He comments now, alerting his friends that heâs obviously not talking to them. âTrust me, they donât fucking shut up about you.âÂ
Thatâs when they realize.
âNo fucking way.â Jake blurts. âThereâs no way.â
Jay remains silent, staring at his unanswered text message before minimizing his game and dropping his mouth in surprise.
âCome on then, you already let me fuck that pretty mouth, might as well, right?â He says to you again, this time lifting his hips and tapping his desk. âBend over for me.âÂ
What you think is just an unmuted mic, unfortunately, is much, much more than that. You see, Heeseung likes to stream to his friends, back and behind his full screened game was the image of him suffering through your need to deep throat him half to death.
He remained calm, at first not exactly wanting his friends to know. Not wanting them to see you like this, and most certainly not wanting them to have any images of you to get off to. But now? Oh, to win their own game in front of them?Â
âFuck, look at that.â He says, watching you take the spot in front of him and bend over his desk, keyboard buttons pressing in and glitching the screen out momentarily due to your tits lying against it. âNow look up.â He instructs.Â
âNo. Fucking. Way.â Jake blurts again once he minimized his game and instantly saw you on the camera, looking so out of it, so unaware. âSunghoon, are you seeing this?â
Jay was still watching with his mouth agape, cock leaking as it always does for you except now? Itâs the fact that Heeseung is really just gonna do something so awful to your sister? Heâs really going to fuck you right here, right now? With proof?!
âHeeseung, donât.â Sunghoon warns, unable to tear his eyes away from the screen in front of him.Â
âDonât what? Sunghoon?â Heeseung smiles as he reaches his hands around the front of you, pulling you back by groping both of your tits. âFuck your girl in front of you?â
You just listen, shocked that Sunghoon is actually asking Heeseung to stop. Shocked that they apparently have beef or something, over you? Surely not.Â
âNoââ Sunghoon chokes back. âDonât turn off the camera.âÂ
âCamera?!â You panic, trying to break free of his grip on your chest, but he holds you there, pressing you closer with your back to his chest, his cock throbbing under your thigh.Â
âWhat? Now you have an issue with cameras?â Heeseung seethes sarcastic words into your hair, squeezing your tits harder now. âRelax, baby, I know theyâve already seen you like this.âÂ
âRight?â Heeseung now directs his attention to the screen, lunging forward to quickly minimize the full-screened game, getting a good look at his friends and you in the camera against him.Â
The image is wildly attractive to him for many reasons. For one, he can see himself on the screen with his point of desire sitting right here on his lap. Secondly, his friends are awestruck by what he gets to have right now. Shamelessly watching, biting their words back, taking in deep breaths. And lastly, he can tell that everyone on camera right now either wants to be him or be fucked by him.
Whatâs not to love about this?Â
And Heeseung is quick when he flashes his eyes away from each of his friends, straight to you in the camera, watching you avoid looking at the screen. He moves one hand from your chest, pushes his chair back, and immediately cups between your legs.Â
âYou show them this too, or was that just for me?â
You shake your head at Heeseung, reeling with embarrassment and arousal as you try to squeeze your legs closed around his hand. You feel choked up, throat sore, legs buckled, clit throbbing for him to dig his palm against it.
âMm, you see that Jay?â Heeseung moves his eyes to his friend on screen. âCouldnât even get her to show her pussy for you?âÂ
Jay appears entirely tuned into the situation, eyebrows sitting furrowed and focused on you. God, if only he focused that much in game, Heeseung thinks he could probably out rank him if he wanted to.Â
âJake?â Heeseung trails to his other friend, making sure each and every one of them hears and sees exactly what heâs doing.Â
Your eyes follow the names Heeseung calls out. Shyly, somewhat dazed. Tearing your eyes from Jay was already hard enough as is. After all, seeing his blatant attraction to you right there, in front of everyone? Maybe you should have let him hit, even just once because damn. Itâs almost pitiful, that look in his eye as he watches you.Â
Jake on the other hand? You can tell he lets his hair fall partly in front of his eyes but he smiles to himself while watching. Something about seeing him like this makes you feel like youâve just experienced extreme whiplash. It embarrasses you more knowing that you figured Jake was too inexperienced to know how to fuck a girl. He was too sweet.Â
Too soft.
Too different from his friends.
As you look at him now though, you realize he isnât different at all. In fact, he might have been more full of shit than any of the others as you stare at his wicked eyes and nod of approval at Heeseung.Â
Hell, heâs even the one who mutters out a small, âShow us her tits.âÂ
The only reason Heeseung does as Jake asked is because he canât help but relish in the look on their faces of seeing what they could have had, but now never will. To see them lose. To witness him win.Â
Theyâre pathetic. Truly, when he drags your shirt up your belly and over your chest. Already braless, of course. And honestly, youâre shocked that they all react this way like you didnât just send them tit pics butâÂ
This is more embarrassing somehow. Four pairs of eyes are on you and only one pair of hands. You want all of their hands.Â
âI fucking knew youâd let me do this.â Heeseung chuckles against your ear, cupping his hands under your tits and presenting them to his friends. Bouncing them, rubbing them, pulling on both nipples before releasing them and letting your tits fall into their natural position. âKnew you were a slut the moment I saw the kind of panties you had hidden in that suitcase of yours.âÂ
You glance away from the camera now, knowing Heeseung is right with his words.Â
âYou should be fighting me, not dripping that pretty pussy all over me. Am I wrong?âÂ
You should be fighting. You shouldnât be okay with this moment being broadcasted to three different people that youâve been leading on. And yeah, you should hate him for all of the confusion and mental anguish he put you through.Â
Yet, the arousal you have for him outweighs all of it. The arousal you have for this situation in general outweighs any shame you could feel, or the shame that comes after it.Â
Being wanted like this by four men who you find incredibly attractive?Â
âWhat more could a girl want?â You murmur in a hushed tone, rolling your hips just slightly on his lap, letting him feel the warmth of you seep into his sweatpants. His cock still hard and raging from your previous actions of choking on him.
Those words shock him as his eyes glance to the screen, noting how youâre writhing your body on him, totally shameless, totally fucking perfect with your tits out and on display, only pushing for more. Itâs the fact that he fucking forgot he had his head set on for a moment and didnât even catch that you whispered that shit straight into his mic.Â
He only realized it when he saw three faces on screen drop to a slack jawed expression and Sunghoon immediately leaned forward with a groan of âspread her legs.âÂ
On any other day, for Heeseung, Jake, or Jay, seeing Sunghoon clearly push his pants down his thighs off camera would make them recoil and make fun of him. But theyâre not right now, because the focus isnât on any of the cocks being openly hard in this shared online space.Â
The focus is on you, and the way Heeseung absolutely spreads your legs and pushes your knees up by the thighs so that the flat of your feet are resting on his knees. There, he drops his hands from your tits and reaches around you, rubbing the line of your shorts on the insides of your thighs just enough that glimpses of your panties flash every few seconds.Â
From back here, the camera offers Heeseung the same view but it hits him differently because heâs the one doing it. Heâs got his head resting on your shoulder as he watches, noting how you lean your head back against his own shoulder and breathe through his guided touches.Â
âLook at yourself.â He turns his head to whisper right against your cheek. âYouâd let us all take a turn, hm? Wouldnât even know which dick is in you.â
Your eyes open in a roll, landing your gaze on the screen and feeling flushed at the image. You donât care how embarrassing or pathetic you are for this. No, because, look at them. Everyone wants you to act like this.Â
âProbably wouldnât even care either, as long as youâre being fucked. Yeah, thatâs right.âÂ
Nodding in a daze against him, you roll your hips harder, trying to bump his hand against your pussy, trying to prove to everyone that you have three holes and two hands for a reason.Â
You donât flinch when he slides his hands up the leg of your shorts either, pulling them to the side to reveal how wet you are to everyone. Listening to your body and the way it sings to him, brushing his knuckles against the swell of your clit, tapping the space where your hole sits and clenches to be seen.Â
âAh, fuck.â Jay finally lets out in a shaky breath, hand clearly still working himself because, well, he was half hard before you made an even appearance on camera. âIt looks like she pissed herselfââÂ
Heeseung laughs as he drags his eyes to the image between your legs, so wet, entirely drenched through your nearly see-through panties at this point. Jay is right, it does look like youâve pissed yourself, which only makes his cock throb more. That youâre so wet for him? So fucking drenched? God, he doesnât even need lube with you.
You slick up so nice for him, itâs actually becoming painful not to test the stickiness, the slide it offers, the warmth. With this much pouring out of you, like youâve already squirted, surely you could take all of him.
In an instant he pushes you from his lap, making you feel dizzy and light headed because suddenly youâre on your feet in front of him again. He gives you no time to balance yourself when heâs pulling your shirt up and off of you in a huffed out sigh, holding you in place by your tits to keep you from toppling over and breaking his monitor. Â
And when you steady out, his hands run straight down, shoving your shorts and panties down in one go before immediately pulling you back to his lap, holding your arms behind you, and spreading his own legs to force yours open for his friends.
âTake a good, long, look.â Heeseung directs towards his friends, sliding his hand in front of you and using two fingers to present your hole to them. âIf you think sheâs pretty, let her know now.âÂ
Itâs the way Heeseung moves his hand from behind you just to set his headset on your head now, quickly pinning your arms in place again and allowing you to listen to his friends do just that.Â
Immediately, pussy spread and unintentionally clenching in the camera, one of your senses is enveloped with the sound of Jayâs palm shamelessly dragging up and down his hidden cock. Then, the sound of Jake and his deep inhales paired with slight cracked whines, just as shameless, doing much the same.
Then, Sunghoon.
Fucking Sunghoon. Barely moving, but more willing to talk to you with that headset on your head.Â
âThis why you didnât come over?â He asks you blatantly in a breathy voice, glaring at the fingers of Heeseung holding your cunt open for him. âThat could be me right now, but youâre really just going to fuck him? Of all people?â
You groan, lifting your head to give a proud nod and accidentally bumping Heeseung in the chin with the action.Â
The bump forces him to bite his tongue, a metallic taste of the small amount of blood flooding his mouth mixed with saliva when he dips his head, grabbing you by the hair and forcing your mouth to his.
You can taste the blood too, when he presses his wet tongue past your lips without so much as swallowing the mixture first. Practically drooling and spitting into your mouth through the rough kiss. It feels like your drowning, kissing him back like youâve always wanted to, tasting him in a new way now and moaning into it.Â
Like a slut, really. Just fucking moaning. And he only forces more out of you too, as you feel him adjust his hands, holding you here on his lap, rough tongue bleeding against yours, sliding two fingers into you with one push.Â
God, finally. Fucking, finally.Â
Your mouth falls open in a sharp inhale of feeling his fingers, his lips turning to a smirk at hearing one of his friends audibly moan at the image on screen for them. You just showed how much of his saliva you were savoring, diluted red in the drool dripping down your chin through your moan.
Youâre dirty, all four of them can see that much. But only Heeseung gets to feel it.Â
His cock throbs at the image when he strains his eyes to the screen, plunging his fingers in, out, in, out, until he pulls them from you entirely, thrusting them into your open mouth instead.Â
You squeal at the intrusion of his sudden fingers against your tongue, offering a third taste in your mouth. Yourself.Â
âMhm,â Heeseung encourages you. âSuck it up like you did for me the other day.â
You hear Jake gasp at the idea that youâve already done this for Heeseung before, probably leading him to believe that Heeseung has also probably already fucked you.
And hell, with how itâs looking, none of them would be shocked if that were the case.Â
âYouâve been doing this while talking to us?â Jake tries to confirm with you through a breathed sigh, groaning and unintentionally showing that heâŠwouldnât mind.Â
âGod, I donât even want to fuck you now.â Sunghoon on the other hand, isnât so willing and lies, absolutely wanting to be the person fucking your lips with his fingers. âAfter Heeseung? Disgusting.âÂ
Oh, they think heâs fucked you already?Â
You shoot your eyes open, trying to shake your head in a ânoâ at them but still suckling around his fingers.Â
âGoddamn,â Heeseung grunts, rutting up against your back, letting his cock leave leaking little spots of his precum against your lower back. âYour sister would never act like this.âÂ
âYou should be ashamed, but you love it.â He continues, talking, talking, talking. Shoving his fingers deeper, deeper, deeper. âWork that tongue like a good girl.â He continues to whisper from behind you beforeâÂ
Youâre gagging. Feeling his fingers reach deep into your throat and press your tongue down to the point youâre forced to open your mouth wide. Exposing not only your finger-fucked pussy to his friends, but now your open and constricting throat.Â
Sunghoon immediately regrets his insult at you, seeing how wide and open your throat can be. Gagging openly with very little sound as Heeseung compresses your tongue through it.Â
Youâre drooling again, eyes blinking up at the ceiling as if you could possibly find a way to drink away your tears.Â
Thatâs about as much as Jay can take, gripping the base of his weeping length, willing it to stop threatening him with an orgasm before Heeseung really gets you looking pretty. He chokes up through the mic, and the sound runs straight through your body.
There, he watches you moan through an open and dry mouth, throat muscles tensing just to get the sound out. He grips harder, needing to pull his eyes away but struggling so hard to fucking do.Â
âShit, baby. Stop.â Jay calls through the microphone, forcing his friends eyes on him, yours included, as all of you watch him vibrate in his seat in an attempt not to cum. âStop moaning.â
Heeseung hears him say it, and intentionally gags you again instead. Bumping his fingers at the back of your throat with a smile on his face. Glancing between all of his friends, seeing how pathetic they are for what he does to you.Â
The fact that theyâre sticking around at all? Both great and fucking embarrassing. Even more embarrassing than you.Â
Then Heeseung focuses back on you, tears running down your pretty cheeks, mouth agape, throat struggling to adjust still to his fingers despite taking his cock like thatâs the only shape or size it wanted.Â
Ah, your body is so pathetically telling, and he grants you the release of another gag by sliding his fingers out of your mouth and straight back to your warm, pulsing, hole.
Right back in, one hole filled at all times it seems, as he feeds into the whiplash heâs able to give you. You didnât even notice how he shoves you off of his lap until you can no longer see the screen in front of you and are face to face with his keyboard. No frustrated face of Jay, no forced calm and collected expression from Sunghoon, no blatantly bitten lips of Jake.Â
No, only the feeling of Heeseung chasing your hole with his fingers, your hips running from the touch due to sensitivity and buckled knees. He holds you there against his desk, standing behind you and pressing his cock between your ass cheeks. Fingers roughly rubbing your clit, sliding down to fuck into you, then out again to rub you harder.
His friends watch you try to run your lower half away from him, but his eyes stay glued to the camera, as if heâs staring into the soul of his friends.Â
âYou guys wanna see me fuck her?â He comments in a sly tone, cock grinding against you. âI can fuck her.âÂ
âAh, Heeââ You groan as a response, listening to the slapping of palms against cocks only grow more furious and finally relaxing your body to now search for his fingers, just to push yourself back on them. âPlease.â
He snickers from behind you, grabbing a hand full of hair at the back of your head as he rips his fingers from your needy hole, wiping them along your cheek as he forces you to look at him.Â
âAgain.â He demands, now pinching your cheeks with one hand, arching your back more by the pull of your hair. âSay, âPlease, Seungie, fuck me.â He whispers into your mouth, loud enough for the mic to pick up the way you swallow around his words.Â
âSay, âPlease, Hee, give it to me.â He continues, making his voice higher pitched as if to mock your moans.
Sunghoon watches and listens in shock, never once wanting to know that this is how his own friend fucks someone, but goddamn. Itâs like heâs just found the video on page 86 of pornhub that hit just right as he watches. Fucking up and into his fist like his life depends on it, waiting, waiting, waiting, for you to moan out just like Heeseung is telling you to.Â
And itâs the fact that you fucking do, Heeseung watching the way Jake presses his entire body into his chair, staring down at himself with a fast moving palm, so fast that he can see his friend lose himself to the pleasure.
Jay, near tears in his eyes as he watches, probably moaning in your ear like a mad man right now.Â
You fucking say it.
You say both, moaning in a choked gasp when you feel him stick his tip in you at it.Â
âPleaseââ You hiccup as you try to repeat the words again and again for him. âGod, yes.â You rasp out in a deeper tone at the feeling of him slide in.Â
And he keeps sliding in, trying to keep himself from rolling his eyes back when he bottoms out and feels your cunt clench him as if youâll never let it go.
And then, one quick thrust, holding your hair in his hands, arching you harder, his other hand reaching for yours and holding them behind your back, he fucks forward.Â
Your tits bounce with the movement, neck strained to keep your eye on his face as you try to adjust to the full size of him entering you.
âShe just takes it.â Heeseung grunts with a choked breath. âShit, so goddamn tight.â He murmers again, nearly unable to stand on his own two feet how tight you are.
He forces you to look at him through it, squeezing your hands together so tightly through it that you can barely focus on the pain of your positioned body against the feeling of his cock splitting you open with each hard thrust.Â
And then, you let out the most filthy, wet, pornographic cry.Â
Heeseung then brings his attention to his monitor one last time, watching the pathetic mess of people in front of him getting off entirely on his cock driving into you.Â
âI win.â He says with one pointed thrust, keeping his hips pressed against your ass and only pressing in harder, trying to reach another inch in, trying to break past whatever wall inside of you keeps him from impaling you entirely on him.Â
All three friends burst into a feeling of realization, Jake already mid orgasm at the sound of that moan you just cried outâÂ
Then theresâŠ.nothin but the feeling of Heeseung releasing your hands and allowing you to grip his desk through this deep hold of his length inside of you.Â
Suddenly, no sound through the headset, the light of the monitor in your peripheral vision goes off, and Heeseung is breaking his demeanor just to moan out in full again.Â
âDrove them crazy,â He chuckles through a wet groan, now snapping his hips back and leaning forward just to push back into you, deeper, deeper, until his desk ruts against the wall with the tight hold on you. âDriving me fucking crazy.â He whispers, holding his open lips right against your neck when he hunches over in this paused thrust.Â
âYou looked so good.â He says again, suddenly praising you, suddenly able to relish in the pleasure heâs giving you rather than pretending it does nothing for him.Â
You blink away tears, feeling your twisted and turned body, still trying to look at him through this even if heâs released your hands.Â
He can see that look of realization on your face and smiles at that too before shooting his hands to your middle and forcing you back and against him.Â
He keeps his dick in you, too obsessed with the drag your walls offer to him, and holds you against him just to shift to the side and press you back on the misplaced couch in the room. Man cave stuff, and alla that.Â
You watch him guide you face first into the cushions before he is grabbing your hands again, holding them right back in pace behind your back with one hand, and the other pushing your face even further into the pillows.Â
âYou have no fucking idea, do you?â He grunts, slamming into you again, eyes glued to the way your body strains to accommodate the position he wants you in. âHow much better you are?â
Oh. Really now?Â
You smile through suffocated breaths, the fabric of the couch invading the taste of your own breath and forcing you to love it just as much. You bite down, listening to his spilling words.Â
âBegging me like that for my friends to hear, like you didnât know I wanted to do this?â He continues, burying himself deep again and holding it there again. âFucking my pillow instead of me.âÂ
He seems a little more angry now.Â
âTurning my friends on when you wanted me,â He grabs your hair again, pulling you back into that same painful arch and forcing you to stare up at the wall. âAll you had to do was ask, sweetheart, I wouldâve given it to you every time.âÂ
The reality that this is not your boyfriend is so far from you right now. The fact that your sister is working away right now to pay the light bill, gonna come home later and share a bed with this man? Youâre not even jealous.Â
In fact? Youâre on top of the world listening to him want you more.Â
And at this point, Heeseung can tell youâre smiling, looking blankly at the wall and totally lost from this world. This is exactly what he wanted.Â
Such a pretty little sister, winning him over the bitch that wonât even choke on his cock? It could have been so much easier for you. But this was fun for him, watching you want him and know you couldnât have him.
Despite him proving that you could have had him any day of the week.
âAll you had to do was ask.â He repeats into your ear, now slowing his pace until he pulls out.Â
He takes a step back, gazing at the way your open pussy still clenches for him, the way your ass shakes slightly with your legs.Â
âAww,â He coos, blinking at you from behind and reaching forward to flip you over. âYou wanted it so bad too, canât believe you waited.âÂ
You see him now, fully in person rather than through the image on his monitor. His skin looks so much more full of life, cheeks tinted and hair more fucked up than youâve ever seen it. Cock huge, weighed against his leg.Â
Youâre shocked you took all of it like that previously, unable to relish in the pain of it because your senses were overloaded with moans and his own boasting.Â
âYour sister doesnât have to know.â He says now, eyes trailing your body.Â
âAhââ You wince when he licks his fingers and lowers his hand to your clit, one hand spreading your legs out now that heâs got you on your back. âI really didnât know.â
Heeseung chuckles, finding you entirely too cute and endearing as you look up at him with those fucked out lips trying not to quiver at your sensitivity.Â
âYou were too dumb to take a hint.â He leans forward, now, using his hand to lift your leg up to your chest, rubbing his cock right against your hole as he pulls his other hand up now, propping up your other leg. âToo stubborn to realize.âÂ
You nod in a slightly broken way, unsure of if you were the one putting yourself through torture, or if you really were too dumb to notice he was trying to get you to go insane for him.Â
He wanted you to jump on him. He wanted you to take it like this.Â
âAnd you wonât tell her?â You whisper now, losing the ability to think much more when he grinds himself down, keeping eye contact with you, that same smirk you both hated and loved.Â
He shakes his head at you, almost sweetly when he adjusts his cock to slide in again, knocking the breath out of you with a choked moan.Â
âShe wonât find out if you can be quiet when sheâs home.â
Oh fucking no. He wants toâŠcontinue this? This isnât a one time thing? Heâs going to try while sheâs home? While sheâs gone? Arguably, youâre fucking glad.
âWhen sheâsâ?â You try to question, stopping short when he bottoms out in a groan, breathing in through his nose before lending you a tight, short thrust.Â
âMm, yeah, Iâm gonna be in you every day.â He moans, thinking about the image alone of sneaking into your room while his girlfriend is fast asleep.
Fucking you in his bed. In your bed. On the shared couch. Everywhere. Everyday.Â
âGod, sheâd hate us both.â He chuckles through the same moans he canât stop from spilling out of his throat. âFinding out Iâm so deep, so raw like this.â
Fuck. Right.
âWaitââ You come to realization, clenching from panic at the fact that a condom didnât even come to mind. âFuck, Hee, wait!âÂ
He only presses harder now, smiling at how youâve finally managed to come to your senses. Fucking you faster when you try to wiggle your hips away. Fucking you harder, pressing his entire body weight against the back of your thighs just to force you to stay in one place. Pussy open and spread out, clenching his cock so nicely.Â
âGonna fuck you full,â He kisses your forehead with the horrifying words. âYouâll do it for me right? She wonât let me.â
Those words ring in your head. If she wonât let him, you sure as fuck will. You can deal with the consequences later. You no longer fight to pretend heâs not ramming your g-spot, forcing your voice to shake through a cry of his name.Â
âIâm notââ You choke out through cries, feeling your body tense up. âIâm not on birth co-â
âFuckkkk, yes.â He rolls his eyes back at your half spoken words, losing it at the thought of dripping his seed into you and knowing heâs sterile enough to scare you both for good. âTake it,â He thumps his cock as far into you as he can, willing you to nod your head, willing you to love this as much as he does.Â
Itâs the fact that youâre not trying to wiggle away now, he can feel your hole pulse at hit words, the way you want to be better than your sister, the way youâd truly let him.Â
Even more the fact that youâre not the one he should be shooting his seed into. It should be your sister, the woman who wants to marry him, the woman who said she simply wasnât ready to bear his child. Not that you want to either, but goddamn do you want to be fucked full of the possibly, you say it yourself in a harsh grip around his neck, tugging at the long strands of hair at the nape of his neck.Â
âDo it.â You whisper through hiccuped moans, his thrusts scooting you up and down on the couch at the sheer force of them.Â
âYeah,â He nods his head, pressing harder against your legs as he chases the very high youâre asking him to give to you. âYou want it?â He encourages you to keep telling him. He needs you to tell him.Â
You nod frantically, feeling your body tense up again, trying to reach your hands between your legs to rub your swollen clit. Shockingly, that simply touch of your fingers sends you straight over edge, cumming so hard around his deep thrusts that you can barely hear him praise you through it with drawn out groans of âAh, youâre squeezing meââ and âJust like that, Iâmââ
His voice is clear though, when his hips stutter in place and heâs holding himself still. You can feel the pulse of him releasing into you through the last moments of your orgasm.Â
âTake it.â He moans. âTake all of it.â He continues, pulling out half way so that his cum drenches every part of your hole.Â
There, he uses his hand to milk the rest of it out of him, eyes squeezed shut as he feels the sensation of your own orgasm only slick up the inside of you more than he is, and thenâ he rams back in. Pushing his cum deep. So deep that you moan at the feeling, knowing the mess is dripping down your ass, and being shoved so far against your cervix thatâ Well. You panic.Â
Arguably, Heeseung should panic too, but he doesn't as he heaves in a deep and relieved sigh, sliding out of you once and for all.Â
He just looks at you, a mess on the office couch, pussy pumped full of him, swollen, still pulsing.Â
âCan I be honest?â He breathes out after running his hands through his sweaty hair, dropping them down with a slap to your now relaxed legs.
At your silence, he continues anyway. âYouâve never looked prettier than right now.âÂ
And, well. You realize that with those words alone, selfish and self absorbed as you relish in them, you decide you donât care that heâs just fucked you raw without a care in the world that he just cheated on the supposed love of his life. You both have won in this situation, and pregnancy isnât such a scare anyway when he walks away a mere minute later and comes back with a fucking Plan-B pill.Â
Youâre confused by it at first, popping it into your mouth and looking at him with raised brows.Â
âWhy do you just have these?â You ask, still catching your breath.Â
âShe takes one every time we have sex, even with a condom.â He rolls his eyes. You smirk, noting how if thereâs anything you do better than your sisterâŠItâs fucking her boyfriend.
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But the other images I had was like a mass refugee camp. So basically at that point in time, two months ago, about 20,000 people had sought refuge both in the hospital and outside the hospital. And these werenât tents. Theyâre still not tents. Theyâre makeshift shelters with bed sheets or plastic bag sheets. The ones outside sleep on the floor. Theyâre lucky [if] they get a carpet or a mat. There was one bathroom at the time for about 200 people that they have to share. And inside, the hallways of the hospital were also made into shelters. There was hardly any room to walk, and thereâs children running around everywhere. Itâs important to remember all these people were not homeless. They all had homes that were destroyed. Theyâre all displaced people that took shelter in the hospital.
So thatâs the kind of mass chaos that I encountered initially, and then I was told that every time thereâs a bomb, give it about 15 minutes and the mass casualties come. That was the other thing that at the time shocked me: What weâd been seeing livestreamed on Instagram, on social media or whatever, I actually saw myself and it was worse than I can imagine. I saw scenes that were horrific that Iâd never witnessed before and I never want to see again. You have a mother walking in holding her 8, 9-year-old, skinny â because theyâre all starving â boy whoâs dead, heâs cold and dead and [the mother is] screaming, asking for someone to check his pulse and everybodyâs busy in the mass chaos. So that was kind of my initial welcoming scene when I entered Khan Younis the first time.
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What I saw â Iâm an eye surgeon, an eye plastic surgeon, and so I saw the classic, what I penned âthe Gaza shrapnel face,â because in an explosive scenario, you donât know whatâs coming. When thereâs an explosion, you donât go like this [cover your face], you kind of actually, in fact, open your eyes. And so shrapnelâs everywhere. Itâs a well-known fact that the Israeli forces are experimenting [with] weapons in Gaza to boost their weapon manufacturing industry. Because if a weapon is battle-tested, itâs more valuable, isnât it? Itâs got a higher value. So basically theyâre using these weapons, these missiles that purposely, intently create these large shrapnel fragments that go everywhere. And they cause amputations that are unusual.
Most amputations occur at the weak points, the elbow or the knee, and so theyâre better tolerated. But these [shrapnel fragments] are causing mid-thigh, mid-arm amputations that are more difficult, more challenging, and also the rehabilitation afterward is also more challenging. Also these shrapnels [are] unlike a bullet wound. A bullet wound goes in and out; thereâs an entry and exit point. Shrapnel stays there. So you gotta take it out. So the injuries I saw were â I mean, I saw people with their eyes blown apart. And when I was there, and this is my experience, I treated all children when I was there the first time. It was kids that [were aged] 2, 6, 9, 10, 13, 15, and 16, and 17 were the ones that I treated. And their eyes unfortunately had to be removed. They had shrapnel in their eye sockets that I had to remove and, of course, remove the eye. Thereâs many patients, many children who had shrapnel in both their eyes. And you can only do so much because right now, because of the aid blockade and because of the destruction of most of Gaza, thereâs no equipment available to take shrapnel thatâs in the eye out. And so we just leave them alone and they eventually go blind.
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I was on the ground, I toured the refugee camps, I went around Rafah, I saw, and if thereâs an Israeli invasion, I canât emphasize enough how catastrophic itâs going to be. Itâll be mass killing, mass destruction, because all these figures come in, 50 dead, 100 wounded. But what people donât realize is, being wounded is a death sentence. Being wounded in this environment with no health care system, completely collapsed, is a death sentence. And the wounded often will lose everybody, like all family members, so they have no supports, especially children, have nobody left to take care of them, not even aunts and uncles. It will be catastrophic. I donât know what to say to the world to stop an impending invasion. Youâve got to rein this prime minister of Israel in. You got to do something to stop this stupid invasion that he still wants to do, because itâll be catastrophic.
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I had one young man, about 25 years old, he lost one eye that I took out myself. He spent about five, six, or seven years, basically spent thousands and thousands of dollars in IVF treatment because he got married young and they wanted to have a child and they couldnât have one. So he spent years on IVF treatment and finally had a baby that was 3 months old. And there was a missile attack by Israel at his home. He lost his entire family, including his baby and his wife and his parents and family. Heâs by himself, single guy. I took his one eye out, and he has nobody in this world. He just kind of walks around the tent structures, just kind of walking around with no home and trying to sleep wherever he can.
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