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I'm in love with this series!! Jay Todd, my beloved. Just, ah, the world building is so good, and the FEELINGS! Don't even get me started on the smut cause I was fr fanning my face. I talk about my fav parts below the cut!
Jay bursts into the bar, door hitting the wall with a crash, and oh fuck she forgot her helmet at home so sheâs gonna have to do this as Jay, without the weight of the Hoodâs legend behind her. Taking a deep breath she squares her shoulders and swaggers in.
Plsss, I'm swooning already. Love that she doesn't need the helmet to get shit done.
Jay goes to take the seat next to you but shoulder slams into a body. She turns and raises a single disdainful eyebrow that she knows for a fact has made grown men cower before. âYouâre in my seat,â she says, low and bored.
Ah, I'm grinning! You can fr feel her confidence through the screen
Jay very conspicuously wipes the front of her leather jacket with a bar napkin. Looks him up and down and smirks. âI think your conversation was over 30 seconds after you opened your mouth. I bet a lot of things are over in 30 seconds with you,â she tells him coolly.
OOOHHHH!! Get him!! It's over for me. She has my heart and I'm buying her anything she wants
You grow more flustered at that and Jay rolls her eyes at Calaâs interfering. She lays a hand on your bare forearm to get you to stop tearing the napkin in your hands to shreds. âYouâre not in any trouble honey,â she says, voice low and soothing.
!!! I've got heart eyes for this fr
Jayâs just so goddamned tempted to press her thumb into the hollow underneath your eyes, see if thatâs enough to make the gathering tears of relief spill over. Wants to see your puffy bitten lips wrapped around her fingers rather than your straw. Time just gets away from under you two, Jay too enthralled with the way your hands move as you tell a story, you too drunk under her attention to bother looking at the time.
No notes. I love when two people are equally enthralled with each other
And Jay, Jay doesnât really have a phone besides a collection of burners but for you sheâll keep one on her. âCould always use another friend,â she says slowly, hands her phone over to you anyway.
aw that's sweet but also only burners my girl? I worry for her lots
Your ensuing enthusiasm sets to right the last of her worries that youâd only offered out of obligation and she sets about monopolizing as much of your free time as she can get away with. Takes you to the movies, to museums, to lunch. Lends you her sweater, her umbrella, her helmet. Actually thinks about buying a second one with how much use youâre getting out of hers.
I've decided that they're married, your honor. Just, ah, I love how quickly they entwine into each other lives! Just finding your person and knowing you want to be with them all the time, do everything and anything with them.
How sheâs come with the image of your tear-stained face, fingers buried in her cunt. Itâs fine! Jayâs fine. Eventually sheâll learn to stop lusting over her darling best friend who looks up at Jay with such sweet trusting eyes, unaware of what an awful lecher she is.
Oh, it's so fine. They're absolutely just friends and there isn't anything more to it at all and they definitely don't see each other anything but platonic besties
âOh whatâs this, a party?â you ask, hair falling down the nape of your neck in a way that has Jay itching to brush it aside and kiss your spine.
I mean, I'd let her
âYou hate the Jimmy Choos,â Jay reminds you. âAlways complain they pinch your feet.â âDuh,â you tell her, pushing yourself up. âBut they make my legs look like sex so Iâm wearing them.â Jay has to swallow a couple of times at that, lost in the last time youâd worn them out clubbing and dragged her with you. Your legs had looked like sex, miles of long yummy skin only ending at your barely there mini dress.
AHH, I'm losing it over this interaction!! and all of it done in each others arms!! INSANE!! It really shows how comfortable they are with each other. I just adore friends to lovers
Your fingers come to her throat and slowly undo the buttons there until only a single button or two above her waistcoat remains done up. Satisfied with your work, you spread the material flat under your palms, right over the swell of Jayâs breasts. âI think you look really nice just like this,â you confess to her. Jay can barely breathe as she says âFuck the tie, never liked âem anyway.â Your slow smile is worth it.
PLEASE! I'm drooling. Reader is better than me cause I would not have made it out of her apartment
Jay is secretly, privately glad that you donât notice Dickâs eyes lighting up with interest in you as you come in to view. Sheâs very careful to stamp that light out with a scowl and pantomiming slitting his throat. Heâs all charm and smiles when heâs introduced to you though Jay still stomps on his toes for good measure.
I actually love Jay's and Dick's sibling antics
âYou just told Mr. Texas Oil Man that youâre here on a date,â Jay says, voice tight and frustrated at having to spell this out for you. âAnd weââ she gestures sharply at the two of you ââare not on a date.â Your face falls, voice thin and hurt. âWeâre not?â you ask softly.
Misunderstanding of century!! But I am eating it up!!! Angst is my kryptonite
âYouâ you thought this was a date,â she says slowly. âYou got all dressed up and wore the heels you hate because you wanted to look good. For me.â You hug yourself tightly and nod, gaze fixed on a spot on the floor.
owwww. The heartbreak. The humiliation. I wanna sink my teeth into it
âYeah, Jerry,â Jay says, not sure where this is going. âFuck that guy.â âGerry short for Geraldine!â you practically howl. âIâve been practically throwing myself at you ever since, I thought you were just being nice and not saying anything to hurt my feelings,â you yell at her. âI thoughtâ I thought you were finally giving me a chance tonight.â You pant, chest heaving as you reveal this more vulnerable truth.
GERRY! just, oww!! All of this is ow. Fr the pain reads so real and I'm devouring every line
And fuck. Jayâs not about to let the best thing that ever walked into her life just walk right back out. Not without a fight. Eating up the distance with her longer legs, she reaches out and gently clasps your wrist. Turns you around and pins you the door by it, forces you to look up at her with wide teary eyes.
Swooning. This angst is so sick and twisted (but in a good way, I swear)
âWhy donât you tell me what you were hopinâ for with your one big chance, tell me how tonight was supposed to go.â Jay nuzzles the side of your cheek, inhales the sweat and desperation rolling off your skin.
CRUEL and UNUSUAL. I'll take fifteen
Swiftly Jay drops to her knees, so fast she barely recognizes the pain of it. Hooks your leg over her shoulder and starts rucking up your devastating dress to expose your panties. Moaning you scrabble at the door, her hair, anything to keep you upright and balanced. âThese,â she snarls, then licks a fat stripe across the thin fabric of your black lace panties. âIâve been dreaming of getting my hands on them since I first saw them.â You shiver, bury your hands into her thick hair for balance.
Plssss, chekhov's gun but it's the underwear I knew were gonna come back up. I looove it. And Jay being just as desperate has me feral!!
Spells her own name against your clit, brands her claim on you into your flesh as you wobble and whimper. Slick runs down her face as she grinds her nose into you.
hehe, The way I am giggling and twirling my hair
Jay bites down at the sensitive inner skin of your thigh and suddenly has to drink down the slick of your second orgasm. So her baby girl likes a little pain with her pleasure, sheâll have to remember that for next time.
I think I forgot how to blink reading this. my jaws on the ground
Pulls your skirt back down to hide the utter wreckage sheâs made of your panties. Jay scrubs at her chin with her hand, then licks down all the sweet remaining slick she finds there. Grins felinely as you moan at the sight.
!! They're nasty and I love them for it
âIâm taking you home and Iâm fucking you until either I pass out or the sun comes up.â âOkay,â you say, voice just verging on a whine. âThat sounds better, actually.â
eee I'm obsessed with this!! The way I want to sink my nails into it and never let go. I looove they're dynamic fr. Sunnie you're actually feeding the Fem!Jason enjoyers soooo good đ„°đ
A Fever You Canât Sweat Out
Part 1: Unexpected Faces in Familiar Places
fem!jason todd x fem!reader summary: jay makes a new friend, now if only she could be something more... tags: sexual harrassment, threats of violence, idiots in love, flirting, swearing, sexual tension, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, fingering rated explicit (mdni) | wc: 4.7k a/n: enjoy! i've been having a really shitty week (even before the election) so i scrapped my original intention to only post once it was fully written and decided to just share this with you all
Jay Todd has the shittiest day to cap off the shittiest week in what feels like forever. Her ribs ache from a hit on Monday thatâs still not fully right and she spent most of the day chasing down one of her accountants that had the sheer fucking nerve to try and steal from under her nose. Her knuckles are bloody, sheâs on the verge of a stress headache, and all she wants is to drink her goddamn drink in peace. Apparently thatâs too much to ask for because she gets a call from Cala down at one of her bars about out of towners harassing the guests and now that just wonât do at all.
Jay bursts into the bar, door hitting the wall with a crash, and oh fuck she forgot her helmet at home so sheâs gonna have to do this as Jay, without the weight of the Hoodâs legend behind her. Taking a deep breath she squares her shoulders and swaggers in. Zeroes in on the two chucklefucks have that cornered a poor girl sitting at the bar. Notes the way sheâs hunched over and pulling down the hem of her skirt to hide her skin from lecherous eyes. Cala buzzes around the scene trying to divert their attention away from poor little miss unlucky but it doesnât work.
ââm not alone,â Jay hears you say as she strides towards the bar. âIâm waiting on a friend.âÂ
âThat so,â the taller of the two men leer. âWell she can just join us too. Plenty of room for more.â The shorter man makes a crude gesture at his crotch and Jay sees red.
âThere you are!â She calls out, shoulders past the men without even acknowledging their presence. âSorry Iâm late, traffic was a real bitch. Did you already order our drinks yet?â You look up at Jay with gratitude and something suspiciously like tears shining in your eyes. Fuck. Youâre pretty.
âNo Iâ I didnât know if you were planning on driving so I just waited,â you play along.Â
Jay goes to take the seat next to you but shoulder slams into a body. She turns and raises a single disdainful eyebrow that she knows for a fact has made grown men cower before.
âYouâre in my seat,â she says, low and bored. The manâs face starts to go a horrible shade of red that clashes terribly with his hair.
âSo you think you can just butt into a private conversation, bitch?â He snarls, spittle flying.
Jay very conspicuously wipes the front of her leather jacket with a bar napkin. Looks him up and down and smirks.
âI think your conversation was over 30 seconds after you opened your mouth. I bet a lot of things are over in 30 seconds with you,â she tells him coolly.
He opens his mouth to respond, vein pulsing in his forehead but the cock of a shotgun stops him. Cala, blessed Cala, had finally had the distraction she needed to grab the shot gun from under the bar and she is using it to maximum effect.
âOut!â She thunders, waving the shotgun in the menâs faces. âOut and donât you ever come back. This is one of the Hoodâs bars, weâre under her protection and thereâs gonna be hell to pay for this.â
Enraged the larger one goes to yell back but the shorter one grabs at his shoulder. Whispers at him to look around at all the hostile faces, the other regulars getting to their feet and cracking their knuckles. Tails between their legs the two nuisances scamper out.
Jay nods at Cala and she calls out âNext roundâs on the house!â to the cheers of the room.
Job taken care of, Jay goes to leave when a hand around her wrist, just catching her under the hem of her jacket, freezes her in place.
âWait!â you call. She turns to look at you properly, the wobble of your lip and the shortness of your skirt from where youâre no longer tugging it down. âPlease? I justâ Iâm worried theyâll be waiting outside for me. I was supposed to meet a date here but they bailed on me and now I have to wait for the next bus to come. Would you stay with me for a bit? Please? Iâllâ Iâll buy you a drink for the inconvenience.â And well, Jay always was a sucker for a damsel in distress.
âSure,â she says, slinging herself lazily back into the bar chair. âItâs no inconvenience but Iâll take that drink. Whoever he is, heâs gotta be mad for standing a pretty girl like you up.â
âOh um,â you fluster at her words. âThanks?â
Cala sets down Jayâs usual order for when sheâs driving in front of her and refills your drink. Waves off your fumbling with your wallet with a âItâs on the house, chĂ©rie. Our apology for the bad night. Besides,â she nods at Jay âthe Boss Lady would not let you pay if you tried.â
You grow more flustered at that and Jay rolls her eyes at Calaâs interfering. She lays a hand on your bare forearm to get you to stop tearing the napkin in your hands to shreds.
âYouâre not in any trouble honey,â she says, voice low and soothing. âJust needed a little help, thatâs all. Now my nameâs Jay and I own this little establishment. Why donât you tell me a little something about yourself too?â
You stutter and start through your own self-introduction, mascara long eyelashes fluttering at all the attention. Jayâs just so goddamned tempted to press her thumb into the hollow underneath your eyes, see if thatâs enough to make the gathering tears of relief spill over. Wants to see your puffy bitten lips wrapped around her fingers rather than your straw. Getting you to talk about yourself seems to work though, familiar territory slowly evening you out. Youâre surprisingly witty when youâre not flustered, someone fun to have a conversation over beer with. Time just gets away from under you two, Jay too enthralled with the way your hands move as you tell a story, you too drunk under her attention to bother looking at the time.
A stray notification catches your attention, interrupts your story about how this bar wasnât even in your bottom five. You roll your eyes at the sender name.
âJerry,â you answer Jayâs inquisitive look. âApologizing for standing me up, for all the good thatâll do.â With a flourish you tap at your screen, smile and say âBlocked.â
Jay can feel the corners of her eyes crinkle up in return, simple joy and approval for you cutting the trash out of your life. Not that sheâs really entitled to an opinion on it. Your smile lasts a half second longer before suddenly descending into panicking, fumbling out your phone and chanting no no no under your breath.
âI missed the last bus,â you breathe out, eyes wide. Jayâs brain stutters at that, thereâs no way youâve been talking together for four hours. Cala catches her eye and jerks her head up at the big clock hanging over the bar. Fuck. It really has been four hours.
Jay knocks back the last of her beer and stands, extends a hand out to you to help you hop off the bar stool thatâs just the wrong side of too tall. Even in your heels Jayâs still got quite a few inches on you.
âCâmon,â she says. âItâs my fault you were out so late, Iâll give you a ride home.â
She leads you outside to where her bike is parked, your palm still in hers.
âI donât have an extra helmet so you just take mine okay?â She says, putting it on you.
âWeâreâ weâre going on that?â you squeak out, surprise rendering you docile.
âYep,â she answers, already straddling the bike, thighs flexing. âHop on and hold on tight.â
Jay more feels than hears your scream as she revs the engine and takes off, corners maybe just a little too fast to be anything other than showing off. Too soon she pulls up at your front door and already she mourns the feeling of your arms wrapped around her middle. She gives you a hand to help you off the bike again and nearly buckles at the brief glimpse of the black unlined lace panties she sees under your skirt as you swing your leg over the bike. The two of you stand there facing each other, moment stretching out until a car backfires a few blocks over.
âWell, I guess I should get going, â Jay tells you reluctantly.
âIâve got work in the morning,â you respond, still not moving. âWait! Dâyou want my number or something so we can do this again? Not the first bit obviously, but maybe drinks? Maybe coffee next time?â
And Jay, Jay doesnât really have a phone besides a collection of burners but for you sheâll keep one on her. âCould always use another friend,â she says slowly, hands her phone over to you anyway. Grinning, you see her off into the night, taillights dissolving into darkness.
Jay calls first, asks about coffee with too much casualness in her voice. Your ensuing enthusiasm sets to right the last of her worries that youâd only offered out of obligation and she sets about monopolizing as much of your free time as she can get away with. Takes you to the movies, to museums, to lunch. Lends you her sweater, her umbrella, her helmet. Actually thinks about buying a second one with how much use youâre getting out of hers. Bitches with you about assholes at work â not that she gives you the full story â and bemoaning the state of customer affairs. Makes you dinner at her apartment and makes a spot for herself on your couch. Worms her way into every corner of your life without regret because youâd tell her if her presence was unwanted. Right?
Leave it to Jay to come back from the dead and still fall in love with a straight girl. Dick teases her about how far sheâs willing to bend over backwards for âjust a friendâ and Jay has to show her teeth and snap back that at least she has some. Has to cover up for the fact that her sanity is hanging by a goddamn thread thinner than that single string that had tied the open sides of your top together that one afternoon, revealing bare skin and the hint of a breast if you leaned just right. The way she almost walked into a wall when she realized you werenât wearing a bra the first time she came over to your place. How sheâs come with the image of your tear-stained face, fingers buried in her cunt. Itâs fine! Jayâs fine. Eventually sheâll learn to stop lusting over her darling best friend who looks up at Jay with such sweet trusting eyes, unaware of what an awful lecher she is.
A gala invitation has Jay wishing she could shoot lasers with her eyes and incinerate it. Her eye twitches with annoyance and you snatch it up out of her hands before she can stop you.
âOh whatâs this, a party?â you ask, hair falling down the nape of your neck in a way that has Jay itching to brush it aside and kiss your spine.
âA stupid one,â she answers, not really paying attention.
âBut youâll have to get all dressed up for it! Please, please can I come over and watch you get ready? You never get dressed up,â you pout.
Even with your whining and pouting, Jay canât help but think sheâd still have a better time at the gala with you by her side to distract her from pointed glances and whispers. She sighs. Wait.
âThereâs a plus one on that invite,â she tells you nonchalantly, studying your face in her peripheral vision. âYou could come if you want, get all dressed up too.â
You stiffen at the question. âYou really mean it?â you whisper, hardly daring to breathe.
âCourse, but only if you want to,â she offers. You squeal, clutch the envelope to your chest and tackle her.
âItâs short so Iâll probably have to rent a dress and oooh I need to think about makeup, maybe a bold lip? Oh! And I can have another excuse to wear the Jimmy Choos...â you babble in her arms.
âYou hate the Jimmy Choos,â Jay reminds you. âAlways complain they pinch your feet.â
âDuh,â you tell her, pushing yourself up. âBut they make my legs look like sex so Iâm wearing them.â Jay has to swallow a couple of times at that, lost in the last time youâd worn them out clubbing and dragged her with you. Your legs had looked like sex, miles of long yummy skin only ending at your barely there mini dress. You prance around the room pulling down dishes for dinner and Jay sighs, melts back into the couch cushions as she listens to you chatter a mile a minute about how excited you are.
Jayâs really, really regretting her impulsivity by the time the gala rolls around a few days later. In all her excitement about not going alone for once, sheâd forgotten that this meant sheâd be going with you. With you, all dolled up and mouth-wateringly gorgeous.
You knock at her door earlier than sheâd expected from you when a fancy event is involved and has to do her very best not to drop her jaw on the floor. Gorgeous green silk pools around your breasts in a daring cowl neck, the fabric clinging to your curves, draped to exaggerate them. Skims the plush sides of your hips before falling straight to the floor, a daring slit revealing the warm bare skin of your leg ending in those heaven sent Jimmy Choos. Jay stares, knows she stares for a beat too long but there is quite literally no force on earth that could tear her away. You start to squirm under her attention, still standing half in her doorway.
âThat bad, is it?â You laugh self consciously, start to cover your cleavage with your hands. âI knew it was too much.â
âNo, no itâs just enough,â she rasps, standing back to let you in. You brush past her so close she can smell your perfume, can tell youâd broken out your special occasions scent in the nice glass bottle. âI just need to fix my tie and do my hair and then we can go.â
âDo you need the tie?â You hum, stepping into her space. Grabbing a hold of one of the loose ends, you tug it out from where itâs tucked under her collar and drape it over the couch. Your fingers come to her throat and slowly undo the buttons there until only a single button or two above her waistcoat remains done up. Satisfied with your work, you spread the material flat under your palms, right over the swell of Jayâs breasts. âI think you look really nice just like this,â you confess to her.
Jay can barely breathe as she says âFuck the tie, never liked âem anyway.â Your slow smile is worth it.
âCan I do your hair too?â You ask shyly.
âDonât see why not, I was just going to do a ponytail,â Jay shrugs. Delighted you push her down onto the couch and start pulling bobby pins out of your purse. âWait did you plan this?â She asks.
âA girl should always be prepared for the best outcome,â you tell her primly as you stand behind her and finger comb her riotous hair.
Quickly you separate out a deep side part and Jay memorizes the feeling of your hands in her hair. Hands twisting and pinning, youâre done in only a few minutes, handing her the little mirror out of your clutch to admire your work. Softly Jay touches your work, the way youâve slicked back one side of her hair and made the waving curly mess look artistic and purposeful.
âThank you,â she says, making eye contact with you in the mirror. She means it, means it for more than just fixing her hair but for everything else youâve done since stumbling into her bar and her life all those months ago.
âItâs nothing,â you tell her, hands suddenly occupied with the mechanism of your purse. âWe should probably get going, right?â
Jay drives the two of you to the venue in a really nice car youâve never seen before. She waves away your questions with a tight, âMy dad wonât even notice itâs missing.â She parks at the end of the red carpet and the doors havenât even opened yet but you can already see the camera lights flashing. You look at her, suddenly nervous because youâd vastly underestimated how important this event was. She turns to you and smiles, grips your hand over the car console.
âHey,â she says, all softness. âJust stick with me and youâll be fine. Iâll head off the vultures, you just hold onto me and enjoy the canapes, okay?â
You nod, and then suddenly sheâs opening up your door, hand extended to help you out. The lights are blinding, flashing so fast the afterburn never gets any time to dissipate. Pasting on a smile you cling to Jayâs strong arm, rock solid even under all her suit layers. Paps shout and scream at you to look their way and you can barely hear them over one another.
Eventually the two of you make it through the front doors of the hotel and you gasp like youâve been drowning. Rubbing your shoulders Jay moves to cover you, cuts off the private moment from prying eyes that seek and skitter.
âIs it always like that?â You gasp. Fighting to regain your balance.
âUnfortunately,â she says with a rueful smile. âBut thatâs the worst of it over, now we can really enjoy the night.â Gallantly she offers you her arm and you accept it gratefully, her elbow brushing up against the swell of your breast as you walk.
She introduces you to the nightâs hosts â her family â with a whispered apology in your ear. Jay is secretly, privately glad that you donât notice Dickâs eyes lighting up with interest in you as you come in to view. Sheâs very careful to stamp that light out with a scowl and pantomiming slitting his throat. Heâs all charm and smiles when heâs introduced to you though Jay still stomps on his toes for good measure. She doesnât know what possesses her to, but she wraps a proprietary arm around the small of your back as she steers you around the room. Helps you to crystal flutes of champagne that make your nose twitch at the carbonation and warns you off the most disgusting canapes.
Jay has just chased down the waiter carrying the mushroom and cheese quiche bites youâd fast declared your favourite when the two of you get roped into a very stilted conversation with some of the fat cats the Waynes are currently trying to drain dry, for charitable reasons of course. Sheâs tuned out the conversation while she piles all the best looking bites onto a plate for you, horrifically uninterested in whatever Mr. Harold J. Carson, esquire had to say about the Texan economy. She cottons on to something being wrong as your hands tense up around her arm and your laugh gets ever more brittle.
âThatâs a very kind offer Mr. Carsonââ
âHarold, please,â the great mustached walrus harumphs.
ââMr. Carson,â you bravely soldier on. âBut Iâm here on a date and I hope youâre not implying that Iâm the type of woman to two-time someone.â
He turns an ugly shade of puce and sputters at the implication, society matrons chuckling behind their glasses at his terrible blunder. Sensing an opportunity, Jay grabs you by the arm and starts leading you away.
âI do think our presence is needed by my family elsewhere,â she says, vowels Diamond District clipped. Her grip around your fingers is strong, tighter than itâs ever been as she leads you down a hallway and into an unused meeting room. Her breaths are coming heavy as she drops your arm like sheâs been burned, deposits the plate on the empty table. Jay knows if she speaks now, her voice will shake and she will not have that. FUCK. Fuck, she was supposed to have this under control by now. Sheâs not your keeper, sheâs not gonna stand between you and happiness but fuck it hurts to be used like a ticket into someone elseâs bed.
âJay,â you ask cautiously. âAre you okay? I really wasnât going to take him up on his offer, Iâm telling the truth, promise.â
âWhyâd you come with me as a friend when you were already invited as someoneâs fucking date?â Jay spits out, unable to contain her jealous anger and pacing to try and burn it off.
âBut you invited me,â you answer her, voice trailing off in confusion.
âYou just told Mr. Texas Oil Man that youâre here on a date,â Jay says, voice tight and frustrated at having to spell this out for you. âAnd weââ she gestures sharply at the two of you ââare not on a date.â
Your face falls, voice thin and hurt. âWeâre not?â you ask softly.
Jay has to stop pacing because wait what.
âYouâ you thought this was a date,â she says slowly. âYou got all dressed up and wore the heels you hate because you wanted to look good. For me.â You hug yourself tightly and nod, gaze fixed on a spot on the floor. âBut you donât even like women?â And itâs less a painful fact she knows now and more of a question.Â
âWe met because my date stood me up!â you exclaim.
âYeah, Jerry,â Jay says, not sure where this is going. âFuck that guy.â
âGerry short for Geraldine!â you practically howl. âIâve been practically throwing myself at you ever since, I thought you were just being nice and not saying anything to hurt my feelings,â you yell at her. âI thoughtâ I thought you were finally giving me a chance tonight.â You pant, chest heaving as you reveal this more vulnerable truth.
âOh,â she says stupidly, suddenly forced to re-contextualize her entire life for the past few months. You dash an angry hand at your tear eyes and turn to go.
âIt was my mistake,â you tell her voice thick with emotion.
And fuck. Jayâs not about to let the best thing that ever walked into her life just walk right back out. Not without a fight. Eating up the distance with her longer legs, she reaches out and gently clasps your wrist. Turns you around and pins you the door by it, forces you to look up at her with wide teary eyes.
âOh sweetheart,â she croons and you shudder. âBet youâve been feeling like Iâve been treating your real raw lately.â She cups your face in her hand, smoothes her thumb over the high plain of your cheekbone. âWhy donât you tell me what you were hopinâ for with your one big chance, tell me how tonight was supposed to go.â Jay nuzzles the side of your cheek, inhales the sweat and desperation rolling off your skin.
âWe wereâ we were supposed to dance,â you confess, head falling back against the door.Â
âWe can still do that,â she says, curling her fingers into your hair and pulling. She grins at your swift inhale.
âWe were gonna dance anâ then, then you were gonna take me home.â You breathe out, pupils blown wide with hunger.
âWas that it baby girl?â She asks. âPlaying it a little safe for your one night fantasy, werenât you?â Jay lets go of your wrist to rest her hand on your shoulder, large hand pressing down on your collarbone.
âWas gonna kiss you goodnight,â you whimper, shivers running across your skin. Slowly, so slowly you can make out the ticking seconds hand of the big clock on the wall, Jay leans in and carefully slots her mouth down over yours. Sucks gently on your bottom lip before releasing it with a sigh.
âLike that?â Jay asks. âYou were just hoping for a sweet little kiss on the mouth?â Her own breathing is ragged.
âNoâo,â you gasp. âWas hopingâ was hoping youâd kiss a little lower too.â
Swiftly Jay drops to her knees, so fast she barely recognizes the pain of it. Hooks your leg over her shoulder and starts rucking up your devastating dress to expose your panties. Moaning you scrabble at the door, her hair, anything to keep you upright and balanced.Â
âThese,â she snarls, then licks a fat stripe across the thin fabric of your black lace panties. âIâve been dreaming of getting my hands on them since I first saw them.â You shiver, bury your hands into her thick hair for balance.
âTheyâre myâ my lucky date underwear,â you gasp into the air.Â
âAnd you were hoping to get lucky tonight, werenât you baby girl?â She coos up at you.
Biting your lip, you nod. Jay sets about tearing your underwear to pieces with her teeth. Your thighs tremble around her ears and she slams your hips back down against the door. Spreads your lips open with calloused fingers, presses a light kiss to your clit in greeting before she starts making out with your pussy. You howl and sag, trusting her to take the full weight of you as your knees turn to jelly.
Jay eats you out with enthusiasm and she eats you out with experience. Does this thing with the slick thrusting muscle of her tongue that has you gasping and begging for more. Can feel the heel of your shoe digging into her back, urging her own, begging her to fuck you harder. Spells her own name against your clit, brands her claim on you into your flesh as you wobble and whimper. Slick runs down her face as she grinds her nose into you.
Sucks your clit, hard, just a hint of teeth as she spears you open on a thick finger. Twists and curls it against your slick wet walls, lets herself affectionately get acquainted with your cunt. Scissors you open with two fingers just to watch your head bang back against the door, eyes shut and tears streaming down your face. Sets an uneven rhythm with her fingers and tongue that has you moaning and trying to ride her face for more. Finger fucks you with wet, squelching vigour as you quiver and shake, walls tightening up as you careen towards climax. Starts putting pressure on your rim with a third finger just to tip you over the edge of it all, pleasure making you stupid. Jay bites down at the sensitive inner skin of your thigh and suddenly has to drink down the slick of your second orgasm. So her baby girl likes a little pain with her pleasure, sheâll have to remember that for next time.
Gently, she takes your trembling thigh off her shoulder and places it back onto the ground. Pulls your skirt back down to hide the utter wreckage sheâs made of your panties. Jay scrubs at her chin with her hand, then licks down all the sweet remaining slick she finds there. Grins felinely as you moan at the sight.
âHoping for a little something like that, honey?â She teases.
Vigorously you nod, head bouncing back and forth like a bobblehead, words still fucked out of your brain. She holds out a hand to you â not the one thatâs just been buried knuckle deep inside you â and clasps your hand in her own.
âCâmon, letâs go home then,â she tells you airily, leading you back through the maze of the building.
âBut what about the party?â you ask, mascara still smeared around your eyes.
âI donât care,â Jay bites out. âIâm taking you home and Iâm fucking you until either I pass out or the sun comes up.â
âOkay,â you say, voice just verging on a whine. âThat sounds better, actually.â
âGood,â Jay smirks. âBecause it wasnât a question.â
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Eli's gurl // Elijah Hewson X SingleMom!Reader (Fluff)
prompt: Violet had a minor accident, and Eli is there to calm her down, even though he's dead worried for her.
words: 1,8K
a/n: It's a strange trope, I admit, but I love writing kids, and I'm stressed, so this will happen again. Plus, Eli would be deffo super protective dad of a lil girl. (Yep, I'm running out of inspo too).
Your hands were cold, and you remembered your mother, your mind quickly recalling the need for bandages when you got hurt as a child. You hated thatâwhen something bad happened and adrenaline only made it feel worse. But this time, something felt serious than usual. When Elijah called, you were just about to wrap up a meeting. His voice was shaky, and you could picture his nervous fingers ruffling his hair. This naturally made you uneasy. As you asked questions, he seemed to grow even more unsettled. Finally, it was clear that youâd need to pick them up from the hospital.
A tight knot formed in your throat, tension heavy in the air. The search for a parking spot felt endless, and parallel parking turned into one of the worst experiences of your life. Feeling how stiff your body had become, you leaned back in the seat, closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. Gradually, your mind slowed as you thought of how Eli always knew how to calm her, whether she was in pain, nervous, or sleepy. She would hold his index finger in her small hand and rest her freckled face against his chest, seeking comfort. He had a way of making her feel heard and special, and you found yourself loving him even more each time you saw these moments. This brief thought offered some relief; after all, you trusted him.
Violet wasnât biologically his, yet Eli treated her as if she were. It took you a while to introduce her to him, something he always understood, knowing how important it was for you. Youâd been alone with her for quite some time, and although youâd tried dating a few times, there was a mental gap between your post-Vee body changes and the emotional and physical baggage that came with having her by your side. You didnât regret it, but it was trueâyou couldnât hold onto someone when your responsibilities were the very ones people your age often avoided. Not that they shouldnât, of course; you understood that choice well. But you did start to think about opening up to someone again. You wanted to try, to feel the thrill of having someone who truly wanted you. When Eli came along, you were cautious, though you liked him right from the start. A long conversation unfolded at a show youâd attended without much expectation, and initially, you avoided the topic, wanting to enjoy his attention. But as your time together grew, you eventually told him about Violet, and he didnât pull away.
The scene before you was all too familiar: Vee, with a pouting face, clung tightly to Eliâs shirt, while his warm, caramel eyes showed his worry. The room, painted in soft shades of blue, had small animal drawings on the walls, and the table held sterilized thick needles and thread. Elijah appeared even more tense than Violet.
"Look at me, itâs okay, little one," he whispered gently, holding her close and doing his best to comfort her. His eyes were red and misted over as they met her pained gaze, tears welling up in response to hers.
She intertwined her fingers in his shirt tighter and closed her eyes; his voice remained soft, just like the hand resting tenderly on her shoulder. âYouâre very brave,â he murmured with a comforting accent. That brought a faint smile to your face. As the doctor stepped back, Vee noticed you standing there. âMommy?!â Eli looked at you, visibly more at ease, and you nodded at him before going over to kiss your little one. Her eyes were small and tired, and you let her curl up in your arms. âHow are you feeling?â you asked. She rested her cheek against your shoulder, carefully avoiding touching the bandage, and nodded. âGood. I cried a lot, but El was rightâit didnât hurt that much, and I feel better now that itâs over,â she said in small pauses, choosing her words just like Eli did, which you found so endearing. He usually laughed at this, but this time, concern overshadowed his usual smile.
âI want to go home, please?â Vee whimpered. As soon as she asked, you looked over at Eli, and he nodded, suggesting you go ahead to the car while he picked up the medications sheâd need. His brief words and downcast eyes hinted at a sense of guilt, so you agreed to wait for him. You hated the thought that he might see her as his responsibility.
You stood beside her, gently holding her chair and placing your jacket behind her head to keep it steady. âWant me to drive, love?â You rubbed his shoulders, and though distracted, he turned to catch a kiss from you. âSheâs okay,â you said when he confirmed he was fine with you driving. He let out a heavy sigh, as if about to say, âBut what ifâŠâ in protest, but he held back.
The drive home was quick, and now and then, he glanced at the two of you in the rearview mirror. He couldnât deny that seeing your gentle smile made him feel more at ease. Once you were inside, with Vee resting in his arms, he finally let out what had been weighing on him. âI let her fall off the playset,â he admitted, looking down at her with a mixture of guilt and sadness pressing in his chest. âI was watching, you know? Thought itâd be good to give her some independence but stayed close. I tried to catch her before she fell, but⊠it just didnât work.â
You listened carefully, sensing the tension in his voice. He placed her on the bed, gently untangling her fingers from his shirt. âWe wonât be able to protect her forever, El. Itâs important she learns that too,â you said, arranging blankets around the bed to keep her safe while she rested. She lay there peacefully, her hair tousled, the haircut a try of her attempt to look more like Eli. He was certain that you were the voice of reason. Her eyes were a bit swollen from crying, and you smiled to yourself, feeling a mix of tenderness and quiet pride. Eli was a solid figure in her life.
"Iâm afraid she might think I wonât be able to help her when she needs it, that she wonât trust me. I donât like the feeling of not having stopped something bad from happening to her," he said in a low breath, his eyes distant and not meeting yours, and you felt the knot in your throat.
"Donât say that," you disagreed, walking over to him, standing on your tiptoes as you used your fingers to wipe away his tears. "Do you realize that your concern about this makes you the best person she could have?" His shoulders softened, his eyes gaining a bit of light, still searching for the right words.
"Are you mad or upset?" The tip of his nose touched yours, his hair tickling you. He was a fool, worrying too much.
"Of course not, if I didnât trust you, you wouldnât be near my daughter, especially alone." He laughed, allowing you to hug him. Still, she felt the need to add, "Sheâs not your responsibility, and yet you treat her so well." You said that sometimes, and Eli found himself wondering how people judged you for it, and it hurt a little to see how much it weighed on you, no matter what he said. But he was still there, youâd have to get used to it.
He kissed your forehead, happy with how your face nestled into his chest, the pleasant scent finally allowing him to breathe without a heavy heart. "Sheâs a sweetheart, so much like you. I love her. I enjoy being with her." That relaxed you, even though you had heard it before, something broken inside you still made it feel like the first time. Eli would repeat it as many times as needed.
"I donât like seeing her hurt or knowing sheâs scared, but itâs not like I think itâs your fault, I know it wasnât. Kids are unpredictable, and she trusts you so much that wonât change now. In that room, she was so focused on you, on your voice and your calmnessâwhich I know you were actingâmaking her know everything would be fine." He hadnât thought about it that way, but he realized it was true.
He was afraid that Vee might be upset with him in some way, but everything, as you said, pointed to the fact that she wasn't. "But you can talk to her tomorrow, what do you think? You can tell her how you feel, and let her know she can count on you when she needs you, because you'll always be there for her, uh?" He nodded, it seemed like a good idea. It was funny to think that all he needed was to talk to you, for his mind to calm down and for things to make sense. It was like that in many areas of his life.
His nose brushed against your neck, and he kissed the spot, followed by your face. You hugged him tighter. "I love you â so much." He sighed, and you could feel that he was less worried. "I love you too." His lips touched yours, and he lightly laughed at the salty taste.
"Do you want to eat something? What did you have for lunch?" You tried to break the melancholic mood. "I didnât really have lunch, though I made Vee eat while we were waiting at the hospital, and she made me eat some of the sandwiches I made for her." He saw you bite your lip, and there was a silent understanding between you, which made him not have to mention how much Vee was like you. Besides, it only confirmed what you had already said; he was good for her.
"Alright, weâll eat now, before you go crazy without nutrients in your body." His laugh was casual, and it felt good to see him well.
The next morning, still groggy, trying to avoid getting up, you heard Violetâs voice speaking softly to him. When you opened your eyes, you saw them both by your side, her little hands on Eliâs cheeks, counting his freckles with her fingertips, gently feeling his beard as he held back a smile.
"Itâs okay, I insisted on going down the slide by myself, but you were still there with me." She rested her face on his chest, and he kissed her head multiple times. She stretched her hand toward you when she saw you waking up, holding yours. "Good morning, mommy." Seeing her happy made you happy too.
It was so good to have them both. The bandage this time was pink, and you cursed yourself a little for missing Eliâs interaction with her while he treated her wound. She jumped into your arms, hugging you tightly, and he looked at you with shining eyes and a gentle expression that said, "You were right, and I was way too worried for no reason."
#elijah hewson#inhaler dublin#elijah hewson fanfic#elijah hewson x reader#inhaler#elijah hewson imagines
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first dateâ.Ë à±šà§ Ë ËàŁȘ
a/n: i think abt matt and karen's date in that restaurant all the time. such a perfect scene! i wanted to capture that energy. i've always wanted to write a matt x librarian! oc fic. but times are tough and i can never commit to things lol. here's a snippet of what could have been. also, i am not from new hampshire. but oh my god, how pretty!!!!! im jealous.
warning: matt murdock x librarian! oc
matt didn't think his night could go any better. in front of him, he's got the most beautiful girl of his dreams. she told him that he is wearing a white cardigan and light blue dress, the fabric reaches the ground. she told him that the kids from the library tell her it reminds them of when the sky is clear of clouds, only sunny and blue.
matt takes a sip of his wine. "you got family in new york?"
"no," she shakes her head, taking a sip of her water (when he first asked her out, he wanted to take her to drinks. but marianne has sworn off drinking for life). "moved here three years ago."
matt's eyebrows raised. matt realized just how little he knew about her, despite how marianne was the common thread in nelson & murdock. "where are you from?"
"new hampshire." said marianne, a small smile peaking through her, like the first ray of sunshine. "it's beautiful there, so much color and life."
"god, it's hard to describe it," she said. matt loved how she described things, down to its smallest details. she talks in such a cadence akin to deep flowing rivers to morning birds. she can make her grocery list sound like a love poem. "it's hard to capture that beauty... sense of awe at the life around you, you know?"
matt smiled, so hard his cheeks started to hurt. he was sure he'd grow smile lines by the time he's forty if he keeps this up. maybe it was worth it. for marianne. "yeah," he muttered, almost lost in a trance.
"why'd you come to new york, then?" he's genuinely curious, his head titled to the side. "i mean, you make new hampshire seem like another planet next to New York."
marianne laughs, a giddy and joyous thing. "new hampshire's home. but new york, it never leaves you know? even with the grim and grit, there's something or someone that just makes you want to stay. when I interned here in hell's kitchen, the only thing that kept me moving was the kids. story times, their little faces, their constant questions. all of it. it gave me purpose."
matt hears marianne's heart race, the kind that spoke to one's sense of passion. it was almost melodic, the rapid yet enchanting rhythm of muscle.
"nobody truly understands that they're the future," said marianne. "our future. i want to give something to them, something irreplaceable."
"like reading?"
"yeah," she sighs, like talking about the children of hell's kitchen filled her with such fervor, she couldn't contain it. "exactly."
"but working with the best lawyers in new york is a definitely a bonus," she adds, holding up her glass of water, the ice swirling against the glass.
marianne narrates what she's about to do, matt chuckles as he does the same, their glasses clinking.
"what about you?" marianne rested her head on her hand, her heartbeat starting to race as she met his eyes. though their gaze would never be able to meet, his dark gaze became her favorite shade of brown. it wasn't like hers, like earth's dirt in new hampshire's wilderness-- it was gold, shining like embers.
"me?" matt raised his eyebrows.
"yeah," she says, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, her vegan samosas long gone by now. "what made you want to be an attorney?"
"it was my father really," said matt. "he was a boxer. . . caught up with the wrong people. and when i was nine, he died. i tried giving him justice, but no luck. i guess i just don't want any nine year old matt's to feel the same way i did."
"like what?"
"helpless."
marianne's gaze softened. "you're a good man, matt."
"i think you are good, too, marianne," says matt. "better than me."
and he meant it. for years when darning the suit of daredevil, he feels as if there is a twisted part of him taking over his soul. every punch felt one step closer to that. being matt murdock, keeps him grounded-- but that wouldn't be possible without foggy, or karen, or marianne.
marianne seems like she doesn't have to try. she is effortlessly good and pure. and maybe there is a twisted side to her that she hasn't shown to him. but he's hanging out the hope that this is who she truly is. a person who is kind and good at her core, even if she had to eat through the rotten parts of herself. maybe that's what makes her truly good.
#matt murdock#daredevil#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x oc#daredevil x reader#matt murdock fluff#also if you know anything abt me#marianne is my placeholder name for everything lmao#its a sweet name what can i say!#i know ppl hate oc fics here but idc </3
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i give charlotte secret insecurity because as a LOST character, she woulda had self loathing if they bothered to develop her more
#everybody in lost has self loathing. every single one#lost headcanons#i base char's on the idea that she's had a string of bad relationships#with people who found her to be Too Much (too loud too bossy can't be controlled etc)#so deep down she thinks she's too much of a handful. and that people she's with will eventually get sick of her#her relationship with daniel subverts this massively. because he loves her. he loves everything about her#hey lost didn't put much into char so i do it instead#is she an oc wearing bex mader's skin? yeah. but like. who fucking cares#i love... the version of her in my head
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It's been a while since you've seen a doctor, and you're nervous as you follow the nurse back to my office. What's there to be nervous about, this is just a little checkup, right? You notice the nurse's manicured burgundy nails as she knocks sharply on the door. She turns to you, smiling prettily, and says, "the doctor will see you now."
You push open the door and enter quite a large room. The nurse follows, closing the door behind you. In the center is the examination table, off to the right is a small crowd of young adults, appearing to be made up of men and women, and on the left is me, seated at my desk. "Welcome," I say, standing and extending one hand. My voice is deep, warm, and smooth, and you fumble for a moment, blushing a little, before you remember to shake my hand. Your hand is dwarfed in mine, my strong fingers encircling you, and a thought flashes unbidden through your mind - what would those fingers feel like inside you? - but, come on now, that's really not appropriate...
"I have a few students with me, as you can see. Is that alright?"
"Well, yes, of course!" Why shouldn't it be?
"Excellent. Now, I'm pioneering this new full-body examination method - it's really quite extraordinary, the maladies I can detect this way - but be warned, it is, shall we say, unorthodox. Is that alright?"
Just for a moment, you see something in my eyes, something behind the genial smile and gentle, reassuring tone. Just for a moment, you feel like some specimen, some piece of meat, pinned down under the lights with nowhere to go... but just for a moment. Surely, nothing bad can happen, and I'm a doctor, aren't I? You can trust me. So you swallow your fear, and you acquiesce.
"Excellent! Let's have a seat on the table, if you don't mind, and we'll make a start. Nurse V, if you would..."
As you sit on the table, the clinical, sterile seating a little cold against your skin, the pretty nurse steps behind the table, facing you, waiting for something. From your right, I approach, and you feel again just how much larger than you I am as my broad shoulders block out one of the ceiling lights. With all these people watching you, it takes all you have not to squeeze your legs together, just a little bit.
We begin with a quick examination of your face - "you have beautiful eyes, you know," I purr into one ear. I place one hand on the side of your neck and tilt your head; god, you've been reading too much, haven't you, the way you want these strong, expert fingers to close around your throat.
"Now, open your mouth for me, please." You oblige, and I cup your chin and slide my thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Your eyebrows jump in surprise, and you look at me questioningly.
I smile again, still inside you. "Unorthodox, remember? Now, close your mouth and try to swallow." From behind, the nurse strokes your cheek with the back of one hand, and you feel a sudden ache between your legs. You close your lips around my thumb and swallow. It tastes... clean, mostly, as one might expect from a doctor, but you can taste the sweat underneath.
"Very good, one more time for me."
You swallow again, and you feel me slide my thumb over the surface of your tongue, pressing down, swirling in circles.
"And, one more time... yes, that's it, good job, very good job."
The praise for this degrading task is more than you can bear, and you squeeze your thighs together. Fuck, it's humiliating, everyone just saw you do that... All these eyes on you, the beautiful nurse behind you, this big, strong doctor with these big, strong hands and that big fucking bulge... but no, this is just a checkup, nothing is going to happen, right?
While you were thinking, I dried my hand off and had begun speaking.
"I'm - I'm sorry?"
"No worries. I was saying, can you remove your top, please? We need to examine your heart and your breathing."
You stare at me. "Remove my - "
"Yes, remove your top. The fewer barriers between me and you, the less interference with my examination." My face is quite serious, almost bored - this really must be routine. You look back at the nurse, and she smiles slightly and nods. So you undress, your nipples betraying you, standing at attention. You blush as the crowd of students looks at you intently. The nurse lays one warm hand on your shoulder, slender fingers gripping you reassuringly, and your eyes are drawn once more to those burgundy nails.
I step in close, and you feel my breath warm on your chest. "Now, observe the stiffness in the patient's nipples - this is to be expected, given the cool air, and it's certainly nothing to be ashamed of," I say, smiling. I press my stethoscope up over your heart, the metal cold on your skin, and your mind is betrayed by the pounding of your heart. My eyes flick up to meet yours, and I grin, predatorily, and once again you feel like a piece of meat beneath the lights.
I examine your breasts, starting with your left. Enclosed in my big, strong hands, I squeeze and push, prod and pull, ostensibly feeling for any abnormalities, but the way my fingers brush over your nipples, the intensity with which I sink them into your soft breasts, heaving now as your breath comes faster... My practiced tongue rasps over one nipple and a tiny moan escapes your lips as you try desperately to hide how much you're enjoying this; try desperately, and fail.
Abruptly, I pull back. "Excellent! All seems well here." I rest one hand on your other shoulder and turn to the students. "Note the pleasure response during this section of the examination, and I hope you were paying attention to the oral technique."
I turn back to you, my eyes dancing as they meet yours. "Fully undress, if you would. The inspection must continue."
Your hands tremble as you slide your clothes down off your waist, and the nurse aids you, her lovely hands stroking along your thighs and calves as she does.
"And spread for us, please."
Obediently, your thighs open, exposing your cunt, your needy, aching wetness, to all.
"Note the beauty of the patient's sex, here. The shape of the folds," I murmur, tracing one finger along your sensitive lips, "the balanced ratio of the clitoris to the vulva overall," sliding two fingers on either side of your clit, squeezing gently between them, "the appropriate pleasure response in - "
You lose what I say as I plunge two fingers inside you, powerful and dextrous, knuckles slipping past your tightness easily. It feels so fucking good to finally have something inside you, after all this aching and teasing, and god, so many people are watching, they're all watching your pussy spread and toyed with by this big, strong, handsome older man, and now the nurse's slender fingers are across your throat and her lips are on your forehead, and she tells you that you're doing so well for me, you've been so good...
My fingers press up inside you, finding your g spot, and with my thumb rubbing on your clit, I start melting you. Waves of pleasure course through your body, you gasp, moan, whimper, and with your eyes closed you can't tell whose lips are so soft on yours, but it feels so fucking good, and all those people are watching and it makes you want it more, your back arching, chest heaving, melting under the attention, and finally, mercifully, you cum, contracting around my fingers, squeezing your thighs together, trembling, shaking, gasping for air. You hear me say something, but you're so overwhelmed with pleasure that all you can make out from my speech is "very, very good".
The hand withdraws from your throat, and I gently, gently, extricate my fingers, and settle my hand atop one thigh, fingers slick with your desire.
The nurse whispers affirmation in your ear as I address the class. "Stimulation in this manner, of the two most sensitive sex stimuli, brings the most consistent and powerful orgasms to those possessing these organs." I stroke the inside of your thigh reassuringly, before turning to you.
"The final part of this examination is seeing how well you handle penetration. I'm going to need your unequivocal verbal consent before proceeding."
The nurse leans in and whispers into your ear, "might I suggest 'please, sir, will you fuck me?'" You'd blush harder if you could.
You swallow, nervously, and there's a twisting in your gut as you say it. "Please," you begin, voice cracking. "Please, sir, will you fuck me?"
"Yes, that is sufficient. I must say, though," I warn, unzipping my jeans, "that I am quite large." I slap my cock down on your tummy, and the sheer weight of it shocks you. You've seen size like this in porn, sure, but fuck, you've never touched something like this. When you tear your gaze away from my cock, I'm grinning down at you, predatory again. "You can back out at any time, you know." My voice is low, teasing, challenging. "Should we continue?"
You nod shakily, and spread your legs a little wider.
One hand on your raised knee, one hand guiding my cock, I push against you. For a moment you realize the exam had to be done in this order; if you weren't so fucking wet, there's no chance you'd be able to take me. But all thoughts are blasted out of your mind as I push harder and slide in.
It's so fucking thick that you can't help but groan. You've never felt so full, so strained inside, being pushed in every direction; you're not built for this, maybe there's just too much, your body is rejecting me - and then I push again, another few inches, and you slam your head back against the padded table, a long, drawn-out "fuuuuuck" wrenched from your lips. You feel my strong hands brace at your hips, and with a final thrust, slamming your cervix up into your guts, moving your entire body, the ridges of my cock sliding deeper and deeper, sliding painfully, pleasurably past your walls, I'm inside you.
The nurse rests her hands on you again, and purrs in your ear, "you're doing so well for him, I know it's hard, it's so hard, but you're doing such a good job, pretty girl..."
Glacially, I pull out, allowing you a moment to rest, before thrusting in again, hands still at your waist. You sob once, loudly, and then you sink into it as I pick up a rhythm, deep, deep strokes inside you. You hear me grunting, whispering something, and I grow more frantic, impaling you a little harder, and through the wall of pleasure you hear me rumble, "nurse V, begin the overstimulation procedure."
"Certainly, doctor." She leans over you, lips fiercely meeting yours, and one of those slender hands reaches down to abuse your clit. An image of those burgundy nails on your cunt flashes through your mind as I continue pounding you, forcing you to spread for me, adjust to me, even as the nurse plays your clit like an instrument, and fuck, she's a virtuoso.
You sing a song of moans and voiceless curses under our combined mastery, knowing your audience is entranced, filled with a blazing, lusty pride. The deep bass of my voice, resonant in your skull, is saying something, but you cannot hear me; you're moaning, groaning, pleading, "yes, yes, oh my god yes" over and over...
The song swells to a crescendo and with two sudden strikes, two powerful thrusts into you, it ends with a thick, hot, sticky white wave of my approval inside you. You feel it pulse deep, deep inside, filling you, load after load delivered straight past your bruised, abused cervix.
You come back to reality with my cum spilling from between your legs, trailing thickly down onto the exam table. I zip up my jeans while the nurse helps dry you off, from all the sweat and saliva. She dabs caringly at your mouth, and you notice that the cloth is dyed the same shade as her lipstick.
"Now," I address the class, "I hope you were paying attention." I rest one hand on your aching, trembling thigh. How many times did you cum with me inside you? How long were all these people watching you writhe beneath me, begging, losing yourself in the pleasure? You have no fucking clue. "This patient has bravely volunteered for each of you to examine her, here and now, while she's available to us."
Your jaw drops. When did you agree to that? You would never - but you were begging, "yes, yes, yes" earlier, weren't you, while I was talking. You agreed. Everyone heard you say it.
"One at a time, please. And," I say to you, grinning wolfishly, "don't worry. I'll be watching the entire time."
#size difference#size k!nk#fr33use#mine#cnc k!nk#free use kink#free use slvt#medical play#cnc free use#rough cnc#rapedoll#rapekink#rapetoy#rough kink#r4pepl4y#r4p3 fantasy#r4ape kink#r4p3 kink#bimboification#dumb slvt#dumbification#needy wh0re#dumb wh0re#good slvt#fr33use slvt#size matters
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Being older bf! Tojiâs sweet dolly gf.
Everybody wonders just how it even happened. He was so big and broody, face always serious as he peered down at people with hard glares. But you.. you were so sweet. Everyone loved you, thought you were the most darling girl in town.
You were always so kind to people, smiling brightly as you engaged in conversation with almost anyone, easily lighting up their day with your gentle tone.
Youâre a joy to be around, your presence was soft, warm.. welcoming. His was mean, scary even. It was a strange mixture. Not to mention how much bigger he is compared to you. His tall height and broad body engulfing yours completely when his arm wraps around your waist.
Your hand tight in his as you two walked down the street. Intertwined fingers swinging as you attempted to tug him into the direction when something caught your eye. Batting your lashes up at him with an innocent tilt of your head. âDaddy.. can you buy me this? Pretty please?â
He thinks he spoils you too much, only chuckling deeply before letting you drag him into the store with a squeal. The singular item turning into bags full by the time you were ready to leave. You could hear the whispers circulating around you about you and your big boyfriend, huffing with the roll of your eyes when a girl questioned your ability to please him. To take all of him, insisting to her friend that sheâd do a better job.
Of course you could take him, you did every single night. When your legs are bent onto his arms. The manâs large muscles flexing as he slid your little body up and down his cock. Using you like his own personal flesh light to stroke himself with your snug walls.
You mewl loudly, head falling back onto his shoulder as your pussy gushed messily. Tojiâs large hand pressing both your legs to your chest with a smirk. Watching as your eyes filled with tears at how much deeper he could reach when he began slamming up into you roughly. Throbbing tip kissing your g spot meanly before bullying its way deep inside you- being able to feel his massive girth poking desperately at your cervix for entrance.
You let out a string of high pitched moans, body shaking as Toji fucked your tight pussy on and off his cock. Your snug grip ready to milk him dry as he groaned. âYouâre so fucking perfect like this baby. Shit, pretty pussy doesnât even wanna let me go.â
âMmfgâ d-daddy. So g-good, âm so close.â
âYeah? Close fâ me already? Youâre taking me so well baby. Taking daddyâs cock so far up that sopping pussy like a good girl.â
You smile with a choked cry, toes curling through your socks as you neared your orgasm. You wished that girl could see you prove her wrong, show her how well you took your boyfriendâs fat cock. Something she could never ever have.
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When Gaz walks into the bases common room, his goal for making his third cup of tea of the day is diverted when he catches sight of Soapâs expression across the room.
The Scot looks absolutely befuddled, eyes wide and sitting slack-jawed across from his Lieutenant. Gaz walks over to the men, catching the very end of Ghost telling his companion to âpiss offâ.
âAlright?â He asks the lads, raising a brow in question.
âYe oughta hear the shite LTâs tryinâ to convince me of over here!â Soap is all too eager to inform his friend. Ghost grunts, leaning further back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest and rolling his eyes as far back as he can, as if to tell the Sergeant in front of him âthis is why I donât tell you anythingâ.
Because thatâs almost exactly what Ghost is thinking at that moment. Heâd just entered the common room when heâd spotted the back of an all too familiar head, fiddling and distracted with the microwave.
When heâd walked up behind the younger man and echoed his call sign out in greeting, his mask hid the smug smirk that appeared at the jump Soap gave, uttering a loud âShit!â in surprise.
Soap went on to complain about how he was apparently attempting to jumpstart his heart, drawling on about how the Lieutenant was always sneaking up on people like this, moving quiet as a Ghost.
âMy missus says the same thing.â The masked man had mentioned casually, as if his chest hadnât automatically puffed out in pride, standing up a little straighter at the mention of his girl.
âShe says youâre too quiet? Aye, LT, think a lot oâ couples have complaints of the sorts in bed ya see-â
âShut it, you prick.â Ghost quickly shut him down, ending that line of thought. âShe says I walk too quietly in the flat. Accidentally scaring her all the time, poor thing.â
At that, Soapâs eyebrows had shot sky high, keen to hear more about the big bad Ghostâs life of apparent domestic bliss, turning him into an absolute sap.
Ghost wouldnât normally volunteer information about his personal life. But he just loves you so much. And now that heâs not only thinking about you because he is all the time, but also talking about you, his mouth didnât seem to want to stop talking about you.
âShe put her foot down with me recently.â Heâd added with a deep chuckle.
âShe did what?â Soap had asked bewildered.
âShe called it âputting her foot downâ. I walked up behind her when she was doinâ dishes. Poor bird didnât hear me and dropped somethinâ.â
âOh, no! Simon! Thatâs my favourite mug!!â Youâd cried out, watching your most treasured ceramic shattering on the tile floor of the kitchen, spreading every which way across the room.
âMâsorry lovie. Didnât mean to scare ya.â Heâd sheepishly responded, reaching to turn off the running faucet. Heâd grabbed the dish towel and gave it to you to dry your hands, lifted you by the waist and set you on the counter with ease, not wanting you to get hurt with your bare feet. Heâd turned, already in search of a broom and dust pan.
âAgain. You mean Iâm sorry for scaring you again.â You had corrected him, narrowing your eyes. âI canât take it anymore Simon. You donât need to be stealthy at home, my love, you can make noise when you walk. In fact I need you to make noise when you walk at home!â
Simon had nodded along, diligently sweeping up every piece of your ruined mug.
âIâll try harder sweetheart. I promise.â Heâd offered, dumping the remnants into the bin before heâd walked up to you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist as yours slid around his shoulders.
The very next weekend heâd taken you to a local pottery painting class to make up for the lost mug, as well as you telling him off (because yeah, that was what Simon considered you putting your foot down with him, and he never wanted it to happen again if he could help it).
Ghost finds himself grinning further under his mask at the memory however, of how cute you looked as you tried to raise your voice at him, laying down the law in your shared home.
âAnd so whatâd ya tell her?â Soap asked, curious to know how his Lieutenant had reacted, but more so if the man would even reply or rather would tell him to fuck off.
âI didnât tell her anythinâ.â Simon had uttered. âDid as my missus asked me to do, and that was the end of the story. Well, sâpose I did I tell her Iâd look into mug making classes or whatever.â
ââŠâ
âYou what?!â
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suguru is the type to answer the phone while heâs fucking you.
ugh the man he is, while heâs deep inside you and he gets a call and heâs contemplating on answering but does it anyways.
this doesnât happen all the time but it happens most of the time, heâs a busy man who has a lot of people who rely on him.
youâve gotten used to it but your eyes will still go big when you see him reaching for his as heâs mid stroke.
your walls clenching up from anxiety but all heâs does is smirk and presses the accept button quickly covering your mouth.
muffled moans will come out and heâll shoot you a glare as he pushes into you even harder as the distant voices from the phone come out.
âhello?⊠yeah of course iâm not busy⊠just chilling out.â you feel so good that he himself canât even keep his moans down but heâs gotten better over time.
especially with how you clench around him when you hear how nonchalantly heâs talking to the other person on the side.
suguru even thinks your pussy feels better when youâre on the phone, the way you clench around him and make those wide eyes turns him on so much.
heâll lean down and lower his phone down so he can be at a distance to where the other person canât hear and sayâŠ
âyouâre being such a good girl, just keep being quiet.â praising you for lying under him as he pushes all his length inside of you, quiet curses slipping out of his mouth.
the other person will question what he said and heâll just laugh and shoot you a wink as he smirks before deepening his strokes.
âhuh? oh nothing nothing i pushed into something too hard.â sometimes youâll laugh but the other times youâll be crying under his hand because of how good it feels.
the way he purposely does things so you can let out a whimper loud enough so the other person can hear.
theyâll ask with a lot of concern coating their voice what was that and suguru will say every timeâŠ
âitâs just my dog⊠sheâs being a bad girl.â then push into you quickly causing you to moan so loud there was no way the person wouldnât notice.
it turns him on so much to answer calls in the middle of fucking, he actually encourages people to call him then flips you over and gets to work.
itâs like a kink, that keeps him going.
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casual
you thought you could handle being casual with notorious fratboy!heeseung, but when feelings get involved, you soon realize that 'casual' isn't so simple.
PAIRING : fratboy!heeseung x reader
GENRE : smut ( 5 smut scenes lol), fwb to lovers, enemies? to lovers?? & a little angst?? praise & degradation, power control, face sitting, oral lol. also unprotected sex (pls wear a condom@)
WC : 17.7k
MDNI
YOU LOVE CASUAL SEX.
you've always prided yourself on being the type who keeps things casual. it's not that you're afraid of commitment; rather, you find comfort in the simplicity of fucking and then never seeing the person again. thereâs no messy entanglements or feelings. itâs a way to satisfy your desires without the emotional baggage that comes with more serious relationships.
youâd rather be alone, but you still have fun with your friends when you go out. you've never been content with surface-level explanations or shallow interactions. you crave depth, in people and experiences. which you have found to be, truthfully, hard in todayâs day and age.Â
youâre sensitive to most things, so you try to cover it upâ protect yourselfâ with all the partying, the drinking, the sex.Â
and tonight, like every other normal friday night; youâre at a party.Â
thereâs a familiar thump of music and loud chatter around you that youâve grown accustomed to. yooyeon and gracie, your closest friends are an inseparable couple, are by your side. they've been together for what feels like forever, the kind of relationship that makes you simultaneously envious and relieved you're not in a relationship.
as you continue to sip your drink, yooyeon leans in with her knowing smile, âso, y/n,â teases, âhave you decided when youâre gonna settle down? find yourself a nice guy and stop with all these one night stands?âÂ
you roll your eyes playfully, used to this conversation. "never," you reply with a grin, "casual hookups forever, remember?"
gracie chuckles, shaking her head fondly. "come on, yn," she chimes in, her voice warm with affection, âyou know itâs gonna have to get boring at some point.âÂ
you shrug nonchalantly, though their words do make you pause for a moment. "maybe someday," you concede, though deep down, you're not so sure. relationships have never been your thing, and the thought of settling down feels suffocating.
"come on, yn," yooyeon nudges you gently, her expression softening, "we love you just the way you are. but don't close yourself off to the possibility, okay?"
you nod, grateful for their understanding. deep down, you know they're rightâthey always are. but for now, you want to find someone to relieve the ache thatâs been in your core all day.Â
you turn to gracie, the one who always knows all the drama on your college campus, âwho is here that i can hook up with?âÂ
gracie rolls her eyes and looks around the crowded frat house, âhm,â she thinks outloud, âwell jeongin and bella broke up this weekâŠâÂ
you shake your head, âtoo soon, i donât want to be a potential rebound for him.âÂ
yooyeon scoffs and continues to drink, listening to your guysâ conversation.Â
âhow about,â gracie, âmark? heâs real chatty though.â
you groan, âthen no.â
gracie goes on a small list of people that she sees around, but none of them suffice. none of them are your type or seem to be able to satisfy you. you tell your friends that youâre going to go get another drinkâ youâll need one.Â
the kitchen table has a handful of drinks to choose from. thereâs punch and beer and vodka, half of it has been spilt all over said table.Â
âthe punch is good,â a voice suddenly says from beside you.Â
when you turn, you instantly recognize himâ heâs one of the frat boys that lives in this house, maybe the most popular one of them all.Â
lee heeseung stands beside you with an air of confidence that is probably more on the cocky side. his posture is relaxed yet demeaning. his hair is tousled and his clothes give off a carefree attitude.Â
pretty much everyone at your college knows lee heeseung from his parties, his stories, the multiple girls he has slept with. youâve heard enough stories about him to write an entire book, yet his entire persona is more annoying than appealing to you. his entire act is one that youâve seen played out too many times before.Â
âgood to know,â you say and grab a beer instead.Â
heeseung raises his eyebrow at your choice, âiâm heeseung.â his voice is smooth and cuts through the noise of the party.Â
you take a sip of your beer, âi know who you are.â you reply bounty, not bothering to hide your disinterest.
intrigued by your coldness, âright,â he acknowledges with a smirk, âand i know who you are.âÂ
âcongrats," you say dryly, with a fake excitement to your tone.Â
heeseung suddenly leans in closer to you and whispers into your ear, his voice low, "you're the girl who only does casual sex, right?"
you're taken aback by his boldness, but there's a flicker of curiosity in your eyes. "i might be,"
heeseung smirks down at you at your answer. you let yourself think that maybe the notorious fuckboy is pretty handsome. his complexion seemingly glows, his eyes are full of a flirty playfulness, and his smile is charming enough.Â
âwell, do you wanna have casual sex with me?âÂ
if it wasnât lee heeseung standing in front of you, you would be surprised.Â
instead, you let out a groan, your face contorts in disgust, âgod no.âÂ
heeseung tilts his head, âwhy not? i thought you were into that.âÂ
âbecause youâre like a walking std.âÂ
instead of getting offended like you had hoped, heeseung bursts out laughing in the middle of the kitchen, his eyes squinting.Â
"damn, straight to the point," he manages between chuckles, clearly amused by your blunt response.Â
you roll your eyes, trying not to let his laughter get under your skin. "just being honest," you retort, though there's a hint of begrudging amusement in your tone.Â
âiâll see you around, y/n.âÂ
you turn on your heel, your back already faced him when you reply, âno, you wonât.âÂ
you walk back to gracie and yooyeon, who greet you with curious expressions. "what took you so long?" gracie asks, her eyebrows raised expectantly.
you sigh, shaking your head with a hint of annoyance. "lee heeseung just asked me for casual sex," you reveal, your voice tinged with disdain.
yooyeon's face scrunches up in disgust, mirroring your sentiment. "ugh, gross,â
gracie nods in agreement, her expression reflecting your collective disappointment. "every girl he gets with is so desperate," she comments, her voice laced with frustration.
"and heeseung is just... ugh," you add, unable to hide your distaste. gracie giggles mischievously. "and hot," she adds playfully.
yooyeon and you groan simultaneously, sharing an exasperated look. you push thoughts of heeseung aside, deciding to focus on enjoying the party with your friends instead. because the thought of hooking up with lee heeseung and becoming another one of his girls makes you want to throw up more than this beer youâre drinking.Â
later, when the party winds down and youâve danced and drank and socialized as much as you could, you look around and realize that yooyeon and gracie are nowhere to be seen. when you glance at your phone you notice gracie texted you half an hour ago.
gracie : [yooyeon is throwing up so iâm taking her home, sorry]
you groan, great, they were your ride home.Â
and now you're stranded at this frat house.Â
you head out to the porch, contemplating whether you should walk or call an uber.Â
sitting on the porch, the night air cools your frustration slightly, but you're still annoyed at the situation. just as you're about to say fuck it and call an uber, the front door swings open behind you.Â
âwell, if it isnât y/n sitting all alone on my porch,â a voice says that makes you turn your head to unfortunately recognize lee heeseung.Â
you roll your eyes, not in the mood for his games. "what do you want, heeseung?"
heeseung chuckles, unbothered by your tone. "just wondering why the girl who is known for loving one night stands is sitting here alone.âÂ
"don't you have anything better to do?" you retort, crossing your arms defensively.
he leans against the railing, looking down at you sitting on the stairs. âlike what? catching an std?âÂ
you scoff, âyeah, exactly that actually.âÂ
heeseung laughs, a low, genuine sound. "come on, yn. don't be so cold. why don't you come back inside? thereâs still some people inside."
âno thanks, iâm calling an uber.â you shiver as you finish your sentence, the night air circling harshly against your bare arms and legs.Â
heeseung notices and his expression softens slightly. "how about i get you a sweater before you leave?"
"no," you reply quickly, but your body betrays you with another shiver.
"come on," heeseung insists, his voice surprisingly gentle. "it'll take two seconds, and you seem so cold. how long have you been sitting out here?"
you sigh, ignoring his questions as you stand up, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself. "let's get me a sweater," you mutter, conceding to the chill. "and make sure it's a clean one."
heeseung laughs, a warm sound that oddly makes you feel less irritated. "i promise," he says, leading the way back inside. thereâs a few people left in the living room as you walk past it. you donât miss the way they stare at you following heeseung. you recognize the few boys as other owners of the houseâ heeseungâs frat brothers. and youâre sure the girl theyâre with are their hookups for the night. you feel like throwing up when you realize you look like one of them as you follow heeseung into his room.Â
heeseung opens the door on the furthest left and gestures for you to enter first.Â
lee heeseungâs room is exactly what you imagined it; messy, with clothes strewn everywhere and empty whiteclaws piled high on his desk that is definitely ruining the textbooks underneath them. you raise an eyebrow but heeseung just grins sheepishly.Â
âwhat? i like the lived-in look,â he jokes, closing the door behind you. he heads over to his closet and rummages through it for a moment before pulling out a sweater and handing it to you. âhere you go. freshly laundered, just for you."
you take the sweater, feeling the warmth and softness between your fingers. "thanks," you say, pulling it over your head. the fabric is warm, and you can't help but feel a bit grateful despite your annoyance with him.
heeseung watches you with a bemused smile. "see? not so bad, right?"
you roll your eyes, not looking at him and instead looking around his room.Â
why so tense?â heeseung's voice breaks through your thoughts. you guess itâs hard to pretend lee heeseung doesnât exist when youâre standing in lee heeseungâs room.Â
you finally look at him, leaning casually against his dresser with that annoying smirk on his face. âwhat do you want, heeseung?â
he laughs softly, taking a step closer. âwhat do you think? i want to have a good time, and youâre the most interesting girl here tonight.â
âoh, is that so?â you reply, crossing your arms. âand what makes you think iâm interested?â
heeseung raises an eyebrow, âbecause youâre here, arenât you? and youâre not exactly running away.â
you hate how smooth he is, how easily the words roll off his tongue. like heâs planned this all along. âmaybe iâm just cold and wanted that sweater you promised.â
âmaybe,â he agrees, his eyes never leaving yours. âbut i think thereâs more to it than that. you and iâweâre not the relationship type. we both know it. so why not have some fun?â
you donât like how close he is to you know. you can feel the back of your bare thighs touching his desk now that heâs stepped so close to you.Â
âfun?â you echo, half-amused, half-annoyed. âyou mean, be like every other girl youâve been with? you think iâm just another easy girl?â
ânot at all,â heeseung says, shaking his head. âyouâre different. youâre not looking for anything serious, and neither am i. itâs perfect. no strings attached.â
âperfect,â you mutter, more to yourself than to him. the idea is tempting, as much as you hate to admit it. no strings attached, just two people having a good time. isnât that what youâve always wanted? no guy getting obsessed with you after one night. not hurting anyoneâs feelings. plus, it would be easier to get laidâ you wouldnât have to rely on gracie to see whoâs available.Â
âthink about it,â heeseung says, his voice dropping to a whisper as he steps even closer. âno pressure, no feelings. just... fun.â
you look up at him, his face now inches from yours. you feel like heâs reading your mind. you really think itâs that simple, heeseung?â
âit can be,â he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. âif we let it.â
you hesitate, trying to think of all the cons to accepting his offer but, âfine,â you finally say, your voice steady. âbut if you think you can play games with me like all the other girls, youâre wrong.â
heeseung grins, clearly pleased with your answer. âof course not.â he sticks out his pinky finger so itâs in between your bodies, âno strings attached?âÂ
you donât hesitate to interlock your pinky with his at this question, âno strings attached.âÂ
heeseungâs eyes turn dark at the first feeling of your skin touching, âso, what do you think? should we start now?â
you nod slowly, feeling a strange mix of excitement and apprehension. âyeah. letâs start now.â
heeseungâs hands found your hips, pulling you against him as his lips descended to yours. you could feel the hardness of his muscular body and the heat radiating from him. your lips met, and you hate how you thought of how soft his are against yours. you part your lips, letting his slip against yours.Â
the kiss was rough and needy and demanding. his lips move early against yours. his tongue traced every corner of your mouth, exploring you for the first time. you kissed him back fervently, your hands staying perched on the corner of the desk behind you.Â
he tasted like mint and alcohol, and you hated that you wanted more.Â
the kiss deepened as heeseung explored your mouth, sucking on your lower lip before delving inside again. you found the urge to moan into his mouth.
heeseung's hands left your hips, sliding up your body to cup your breasts, kneading and squeezing gently. you arched into him, your desire growing with each touch and kiss. he broke the kiss, trailing hot, wet kisses along your jaw and down your neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin, leaving your breath coming in short, quiet gasps.
"you feel so good against me," he murmured, his lips brushing your ear, sending shivers down your spine that you hoped he didnât notice.Â
heeseung's hands slid down your body, cupping your ass, lifting you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. you could feel his hardness pressing into your core, making you ache with need. he carried you a few steps to his bed before lowering you onto the soft mattress.
you lay back, your breath coming in quick pants as heeseung loomed over you, his eyes dark with lust. he hovered above you for a moment, before claiming your lips once more, kissing you deeply. his hands begin to explore, mapping your body with eager fingers. heeseung's kisses trailed lower, nipping and sucking at your neck. you have to tell yourself to not moan.Â
heeseung pulled back, his eyes glistening as he looked down at you laying in his bed, chest heaving from kissing. he hooks his fingers into the waistbands of your skirt and panties, pulling them down your legs slowly, his eyes staying on your now exposed core.Â
heeseung kneels between your legs, gripping your thighs so they stay pushed apart, âgod youâre so wet.âÂ
you nod at him, figuring that you were since youâve wanted to get laid since this morning. you waited all day to come to this part, just to end up with lee heeseung of all people. though, you feel exposed to him. your core is pulsating as you watch him lean in, his pink tongue sneaks out to taste you.Â
you instantly gasp at the feeling, biting your lip to contain any other sounds of your own. you didnât expect his tongue to feel so goodâ but you tell yourself itâs because youâve been needy all day and not because heeseung is an apparent god with his mouth.Â
âdo you like it, y/n?â he asks you, his mouth mumbling into your core. hsi voice is hoarse ashe looks up at you from your legs, âyou like my tongue on your sweet pussy?âÂ
you grip his sheets with your hands, determined to not give the cocky lee heeseung a bigger ego boost. you breathe through the pleasure of his tongue circulating your clit. his tongue puts heavy pressure on your clit as he slowly circles it before dropping his tongue to your aching hole. he moans at the taste of your weeping juices.Â
heeseung slides one of his hands up to your clit to rub it as his tongue fucks you. his tongue does fast motions back and forth in your hole. it makes your squirm and cuss mentally as he brings you close to the edge so quickly.Â
just as you start thinking you could cum, he stopsâ completely pulling away from you.Â
you sit up on your elbows and look at him between your legs, your eyes furious as you pant, âwhat the fuck?âÂ
heeseung only dryly laughs at you, âyou want this, donât you, y/n?â he murmurs, his hot brath fanning against your thighs, âtell me you want me.âÂ
you bite your lip, your heart pounding in your chest. you donât want to give him the satisfaction, but your body is betraying you with its needy responses to everything he does, âno.â you whisper defiantly.
heeseung leans in closer to your pussy, just millimeters away, âtell me you want me, or iâll stop.â he threatens, his hand moving down your thigh, âtell me, and iâll make you feel so good.âÂ
you blame your horniness for your decision, âi want you.â your voice is full of desire as your body basically cries out for release.Â
then, heeseung buried his face in your core, his tongue swishing back and forth, wanting to pleasure you. a shockwave of pleasure rips through you, and you cry out, your hand flying to cover your mouth. you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as he began to makeout with your core.Â
you tried to control your reactions, but your body was betraying you. your one hand stayed on your mouth, preventing any sounds from escaping, while the other hand stayed gripping his sheets.Â
heeseung glances up and notices your hand on your mouth, âdonât hide your moans, y/n,â he growled, âlet me hear how good iâm making you feel.âÂ
heeseung slips two of his fingers into your wet hole as you open your mouth to respond with a snarky answer but instead, a loud moan leaves your mouth. the sudden intrusion makes you buck your hips up, wanting him to find your g spot, wanting himâ lee heeseungâ to make you cum. âoh, fuck,âÂ
âthatâs it, y/n, let me hear you,â he mutters into your core, his fingers starting to thrust in and out of you, âyou canât hide that iâm making you feel good. i can tell by the way your pussy is clenching around me.âÂ
your breath quickened as he spoke, his words only serving to heighten your pleasure. âi hate you, heeseung.â
he hums in response, sending vibrations through your core, you could feel your knees buckle around his shoulders, âyou donât hate this, though, do you, y/n?â his voice is smug as he continues to lick and nip at your throbbing clit. âyou canât deny how much youâre loving my mouth on your pussy.âÂ
âoh god,â his words make you squirm, theyâre adding to your pleasure. your hands grip tighter onto his sheets. âiâm gonnaââÂ
âcum for me, y/n,â heeseung demands of you, âlet me feel you cum all over my face.âÂ
his encouragement makes you cum with a strangled cry. your body shakes uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crash through you. heeseung doesnât stop, licking and sucking at your flesh as you ride out your climax. finally, when he thinks you canât take anymore, he pulls away, a cocky smirk on his face as his chin is covered in your juices and saliva. you tell yourself the image of him has no affect on you.Â
your chest is heaving as you try to catch your breath, âfuck,â you whisper out, your body buzzing.Â
âi told you i can make you feel good,â heeseung shrugs nonchalantly.Â
âshut up.âÂ
âgladly,â heeseung says as he hovers over your body again, his lips meeting yours in a frenzy. he lays you back down on his bed, your tongues colliding, tasting each other. the kiss was sloppy and wet and youâre sure that if anyone saw the kiss they would be grossed outâ but it feels so good.Â
you pull apart, heeseung stands off his bed and starts to undress. you take off your shirt, leaving you completely naked on his bed.Â
âshit.â heeseung states as he stares at you, not looking away from you as he takes off his pants. itâs your turn to smirk at him, your hand slides down to your clit, rubbing it, feeling your hand get soaked from how wet and sticky your pussy is already. heeseungâs eyes are bulging out of his head as he takes off his shirt, leaving him naked.Â
now that heâs distracted you take a chance to look at him. his body is lean and tan and he has a faint set of muscles that make you drool. he really is good looking, though youâd never tell him that.Â
his cock is long and hard and veiny as he points upwards, obvious that heâs turned on by you.Â
heeseung reaches over to his bedside table and grabs a condom, ripping open the package with his teeth as he continues to stare at your hand pleasuring yourself.Â
âwow, lee heeseungâs a condom guyâ i wouldâve never thought.â you speak as he slides the condom on his cock easily.Â
âyeah, because contrary to what you think, i am not a walking std.âÂ
before you could speak again, heeseung is back on the bed and gripping your waist to spin you around. your face is in his pillows and stomach on his mattress.Â
âyouâre such a bad girl, y/n,â heeseung tsks at you, you can feel the head of his cock nudge at your entrance, and despite your inner debate of if having sex with lee heeseung was a good idea or not, your body craves him. he grabs your hips and pulls you back onto him, burying himself deep inside your waiting cunt with one rough thrust. âyou act like you donât want this but your walls practically suck me in.âÂ
you can tell itâs true by the way he stretches and fills you up, the way itâs so hard for him to pull out completely since your walls are so tight around him, wanting him inside you.Â
âahh,â you moan out, your neck feeling limp as he starts to thrust into you slowly.Â
âfuck, you feel good,â heeseung groans, not surprised at all, âbut you knew that didnât you? knew that your pussy was made for my cock?âÂ
you remain silent, not wanting to give his ego any satisfaction. heeseung begins to move faster, now that your walls have adapted to his size. his thrusts are hard, and his balls slap against your clit with each thrust.Â
the force of his movements pushed you forward with each impact. the slap of skin against skin filled his bedroom, accompanied by your growing moans as you tried, and failed, to muffle your cries of pleasure.
heeseung leaned forward, his mouth close to your ear again as he whispered dirty words. "you like it rough, don't you, you little slut? you like being taken hard and deep, feeling my cock pounding into your tight cunt."
you found yourself nodding against the pillow, unable to form words as the pleasure overwhelmed you. heeseung's hands slid up your body, gripping your hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulling it back, making you look at him over your shoulder as he continued to fuck you roughly. "that's right, take it like a good girl,â
you whimpered, your breath coming in short gasps as he held on tight to your hairâ the pain mixing with the pleasure. heeseung released your hair, your upper body falling flat the mattress again. his hands moving down to grasp your hips once more, âcome on, y/n, I know you're close," he grunted, his own control slipping as he chased his own orgasm. "let go for me, come on my cock."
his filthy words sent you over the edge, and you cried out as your pussy clenched tightly around his invading member, milking him as your juices flowed freely. heeseung groaned, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep one last time, flooding the condom with his hot cum.
spent, the two of you pull away from each other as heeseung pulls out of you. you both lay in his bed, catching your breaths from the strong orgasms.Â
ânow,â heeseung says, âtell me why us having casual sex is a bad idea?â
for the first time tonight, you feel yourself laugh (probably because of the post-nut haze not because lee heeseung is funny!), and brush your sweaty hair out of your face.Â
as heeseung stands up, throws out his condom and throws you his sweater to put back on, you think that maybe this isnât such a bad situation to be in.Â
as long as he sticks to your âno strings attachedâ agreement, everything should work out fine.Â
right?
you hated all your afternoon classes, and so during them, you would be constantly checking your phone or talking with gracie who always sits next to you. she is scrolling through her instagram feed, her phone is angled so you can see it too. the professorâs voice fades into the background.Â
suddenly, a post from heeseung pops up on gracieâs screen. she groans softly, rolling her eyes at the way heeseung is posing. âwhatever happened when he asked you to have casual sex with him last week?âÂ
you try to keep your voice nonchalant when you answer, âuh, nothing muchâ i called him a walking std and walked away.âÂ
gracie giggles quietly, careful not to draw the attention of your classmates and professor around you. she returns to looking at his instagram account, swiping through all the cringey fuckboy pics, âbut he is kinda good looking though, right?â
you shrug, feigning indifference. âeh, i guess.â
youâre already pinching yourself about lying to your best friend. you donât mean to keep secrets from her, or yooyeon, but you know they wouldnât want you to be another one of lee heeseungâs girls. the thought of becoming just another notch on his bedpost makes you already sick to your stomach.
before you can dwell on it any longer, your phone vibrates in your lap.
heeseung : [i need ur mouth asap] [3:48]
your heart skips a beat and you jerk your phone away so gracie doesnât see it. you were not expecting to hear from him right now.Â
your thumbs hover over the keypad as you think of an answer.Â
heeseung : [answer pls iâm so fucking hard] [3:50]
you sigh as you feel his written words make you tighten your legs together.Â
you : [where r u?] [3:51]
heeseung : [2nd floor bathroom] [3:52] heeseung : [the one with the single stall] [3:52]
you : [iâll be there in 10] [3:53]
you bite your lip as you glance over at gracie beside, her pretty hair wrapped in twists. you hoped she wouldnât ask too many questions at your departure. you knew that you wouldnât be able to lie to your friends for long. you just werenât that type of person. Â
âyou know what grace?â you whisper to her, âiâm not feeling that great, iâll see you in the next class.âÂ
gracieâs face etched into one of concern, âoh?â she subconsciously reaches to her bag, âdo you want me to come with you?âÂ
you put your hand out to stop her as you sling your backpack over your shoulder, âno, no. iâll be okay i just need a breakâ iâll take some meds and see you in an hour with yoo.â
her lips turned into a frown, âokay y/n. if anything happens just text me.âÂ
after telling her that you would, you briskly leave the classroom as quietly as you could, slowly shutting the heavy door behind you to avoid it slamming. you knew exactly what bathroom heeseung was talking aboutâ you knew it was popular amongst students since it was so private.Â
you briefly wondered how many girls heeseung has brought to the private bathroom before.Â
but you are forced to push the thought out of your head as you knock on the door of it quietly. only a second later and it opens, heeseung face appearing and as he sees you, a wicked smirk grows on his face. his hand reaches out and grabs your wrist, yanking you into the bathroom so fast you almost fall. you hear him close and lock the door behind you.Â
you turn around to look at him, heâs leaning casually against the sink, an annoying smirk on his face as he watches your bewilderment expression turn into annoyance.Â
his dark is tousled, and the harsh bathroom lighting makes his jawline and cheekbones more highlighted. heâs wearing a baggy black t-shirt that hangs over his lean frame. his eyes are dark and full of mischief as they lock onto yours.Â
âyou know i was in class right?â you ask him, arms crossing over your body.Â
heeseung scoffs, âso?âÂ
âso, i canât just always leave class or something else for you.âÂ
heeseung feigns a pout, âbut i couldnât stop thinking of what your mouth would feel like around my cock.â you feel the air leave your lungs as he walks closer to you, his hands reaching out to grab your hips, holding you still. âwould it feel just as good as your pussy?âÂ
he leans his head down to press a kiss on your lower jaw, âtight?â another kiss under your ear, âwarm?â his lips attached to your neck and suckle on it for only a second, âlike heaven?â Â
you look up at him as he pulls away, he can see that your eyes are just as full of lust as his own.Â
âi guess youâll just have to see then.â you speak, your voice coming out quieter than you expected.Â
heeseungâs smirk widened, "get on your knees, then, and show me what your mouth can do."
your breath hitched as you sank to your knees, your eyes never leaving his. you could see the desire in his gaze, but also satisfaction as he realized he had won this round between you.
you reach out and start to pull down his blue jeans and boxers. his hard cock springs out, red and hot and heavy, and so long.Â
âthatâs it,â he encouraged you,â his hands tangling in your hair as you leaned forward, your mouth mere inches from his hardening length. "you're so hot when you hate-fuck me.â
you wanted to protest, to tell him that you didn't hate-fuck, that this wasn't about love or emotionsâit was purely physical. but his cock was so close now, and you couldn't deny your craving to taste him, to feel him on your tongue.
wrapping your hand around the base, you guided him to your waiting mouth and moaned softly as you tasted him for the first time. heeseung hissed above you, his hips bucking slightly as you swirl your tongue around the head, teasing the sensitive slit.
"fuck," he groaned, his hands tightening in your hair. "take me deeper, baby."
you obliged, relaxing your throat as you took him inch by inch, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked. heeseung's breath quickened, and he began to move his hips in a slow, steady rhythm, fucking your mouth gently.
"that's it, take it all," he encouraged, his voice hoarse. "you try to hate me, but you can't get enough of my cock, can you? you're my little cockslut, right?"
his degrading words and the way youâre literally on your knees for him makes your pussy clamp around nothing. you hummed in response, the vibrations sending shudders through him. you couldnât deny that you loved the way he dominated you.
heeseung began to thrust a little harder, a little faster, his balls slapping against your chin. "you're so good at this, taking my cock like a pro.â
your eyes fluttering closed as you focused on the pleasure you were giving him. somewhere in this encounter, you realized that game you were playing with yourself; you wanted to prove that you were the best he'd ever had. that he would always crave your mouth. that no one else could compare to you.Â
âyou know, most girls can't handle my cock. they gag and choke, and can only take me in their mouths for so long before theyâre pulling away.â he grunts as he speaks, his words sending shivers down your body.Â
you pulled back slightly, your eyes look up at him as he traces his cock over your wet lips, âiâm not like most girls, heeseung. i can take it. take all of your big cock.âÂ
heeseung slaps his cock against your lips when youâre done speaking. a spark enters his eyes as he watches your spit shine all over his cock.Â
âi know you can, baby. iâve heard about your mouth before,â he nods his head at you, his tip teasing your mouth. âheard about how far you can take dick down your throat.âÂ
his statement made your mind race. heâs heard about your sex life from other guys? youâre shocked that they talked about you like that, and even more shocked that lee heeseung, of all people, has heard the rumors about you. a part of it boosts your ego while the other part is so curious about what else he might have heard about you.Â
âwhat?â heeseung asks, seeing your perplexed expression, âi told you that iâve heard about you before. i didnât tell you how though.â slowly, heeseung starts to slide his cock back into your mouth, your lips happily wrapping around it. âdidnât tell you i heard how much of a slut you are for a big cock.âÂ
despite his degrading words, you couldnât help but think of it as true.Â
he takes his cock out of your mouth again, letting it rest on your face, âitâs true, right? youâll do anything for a man if his cock is big and hard just for you.âÂ
âyes,â you answer, your voice weak already. you can feel yourself submitting to heeseung and you hate that you love it. âanything.âÂ
âis my cock big enough for you, slut?â he asks, slapping his cock on your face. the degrading act gets your face covered with his precum and your saliva.Â
âyes, itâs so big.âÂ
heeseung smirks at you, âthen take it whole like a good girl.âÂ
he allows you to put his cock back into your mouth. you gag as he hits the back of your throat. your eyes water, but you relax your throat and let him in deeper, wanting to prove to him that you can take it. like you arenât like the other girls.Â
heeseung pants above you, his control slipping as pleasure washes over him.Â
"fuck, you're really so good.â he groans out, âno one's ever taken me this deep. your mouth feels so fucking tight."Â
you moan around his cock in response, his degradation turning into praises makes you wanna whimper. you continue to suck and lick him as he thrusts his cock into your throat. you felt his balls tighten against your chin.Â
âyouâre such a good girl,â he moans out, his hips thrusting involuntarily, âi might- might cum.â you sucked harder then, hollowing your cheeks around him. âoh fuck!â
you felt his cock twitch, and he abruptly pulled out, his hand wrapped around the base as he stroked himself. but you wanted to feel his hot cum hitting the back of your throat. you whimper out before you take his cock in your hand and put it back into your mouth, swallowing around him again.Â
"fuuuck!" heeseung cried out, his fingers tangling in your hair as he lost control. "take it, god please take it. swallow my cum for me, baby.âÂ
his words sent a thrill through you, and you sucked hard, milking him harder. he let out a strangled curse as his orgasm hit, his hips jerking as he shot his cum down your throat. you swallowed eagerly, reveling in the taste of him.Â
heeseung leaned right against the bathroom wall, breathing heavily, his eyes closed as he savored the aftermath of his release. you thought that that would be an image for you to think about later. you sat back on your heels, a sly smile on your lips, your chin glistening.Â
"damn,â he panted, opening his eyes to look at you. "that was..."
âthe best you ever had?â you smile up at him playfully.Â
âiâd say close to it.âÂ
you smile is replaced by an annoyed look and you immediately stand up and bend over the sink, washing your hands free of saliva, cum and bathroom floor.Â
âoh come on, y/n,â heeseung nudges you, smiling at your annoyed expression. you donât look at him, instead you fix your hair, that heâs messed up, in the mirror. âi was joking! of course it was the bestâ i got to cum in your throat, remember?âÂ
you slam the sink taps off and look at him, your expression makes him burst out laughing. so, you turn and unlock the door, stepping out of the cramped bathroom. the air feels lighter but your mind is still spinning.Â
âso, does this mean weâre on for later?â he asks, his tone dripping with mock innocence.
you roll your eyes, annoyed. âdonât push your luck, heeseung.â
he chuckles, enjoying your frustration. âyou know, youâre kinda cute when youâre annoyed.â
âshut up,â you mutter, turning to leave.
heeseungâs laughter follows you, but then he calls out, âwait, you still have my sweater, by the way.â
you pause, glancing back at him. âoh,â you forgot you even had it, âi can give it to you at the end of the day.â
âokay,â he agrees, his eyes glinting with amusement. âmeet me at the parking lot.â
without another word, you walk away, leaving him standing in the bathroom with his jeans still undone at his hips.
at lunch, you, yooyeon, and gracie are sitting in the cafeteria, a lucky find considering how busy it always gets at this time. yooyeon is complaining about her morning class, something about how she hates her professor, sheâs waving her fork around for emphasis.Â
âi swear, if i have to listen to professor kim drone on about supply and demand one more time, i might just lose it,â she groans, stabbing at her salad with unnecessary force. âitâs like he enjoys torturing us.â
gracie laughs, taking a sip of her iced coffee. âwell, at least youâre not stuck with professor park, she assigns so much reading, i can barely keep up.â
as they continue to talk about professor, your eyes start to drift and wander around the busy cafeteria. and of course, your eyes canât help but land on lee heeseung across the room.Â
heeseung is wearing the same clothes as earlier, but now theyâre fixed and worn right again. heâs leaning against the wall, arm over a girlâs head, as he traps her back against the wall. you can tell theyâre flirting by the way the girl is giggling and hitting his chest lightly and of course, heâs wearing that annoying smirk.Â
a strange feeling starts to boil up in your chest as you watch them. it feels like anger and hurt, but you know that canât be right. this is lee heeseung, the notorious fuckboy. you canât be angry that heâs flirting with another girl, thatâs all he ever does! plus, there are no feelings between you and heeseung. youâre just having casual sex.Â
you take a deep breath, reminding yourself to be chill, reminding yourself of who you are. youâre the girl who only does casual sex, who doesnât get attached. this shouldnât be bothering you. but still, the sight of them together leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.Â
âare you feeling better, yn?â gracie asks you, âyou still donât look so good.â
you turn your head back to look at your friends. concerned etched on their face. your bitter expression must have been obvious on your face.Â
âiâm alright, guys. donât worry,â you smile at your loving friends.Â
yooyeonâs eyes narrow as she glances at you, always so damn observant. âwhy were you looking at lee heeseung?â
your heart drops. gracieâs head snaps up, curiosity written all over her face. âwhat? you were looking at lee heeseung?â
you shift uncomfortably, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. âwhat? no,â you say, too quickly.
yooyeon isnât buying it. âare you sure? because as soon as you looked over in that direction your smile dropped.â
you sigh, knowing youâve been caught. lying to your friends has never worked; theyâre too good to you. âfine, okay, i was looking at him.â
gracieâs eyes widen. âwhat? why?â
you take a deep breath and come clean, âi mightâve hooked up with him last weekend.â
both of your friends jump in their seats, shocked. âwhy? what the hell?â gracie exclaims.Â
âyou know how he treats women! you literally make fun of him and the girls that hook up with him all the time!â yooyeon exasperates.Â
you bury your face in your hands. âi know, i know. itâs part of the reason why i didnât want to tell you guys.â
gracieâs eyes softens. âyou didnât want to tell us?â
you look up, seeing their concerned faces. âwell, i didnât want you to judge me and call me a hypocrite because iâm already doing that myself.â
yooyeon reaches over, grabbing your hand. âwe would never do that, y/n. we were just shocked.â
gracie nods, her expression serious. âyeah, as long as youâre being safe and having fun, we donât care. we love you.â
âi love you too, guys.âÂ
yooyeon grins mischievously. âokay, but tell us more about you and lee heeseung.â
you sigh and look over to where he was last standing and realize that him and the girl have left. you briefly wonder if heâs taken her to the bathroom where you sucked him only an hour ago.Â
âuh, we hooked up at the party after you guys left,âÂ
âis his dick really as big as they say?â gracie chimes in her, eyes twinkling.Â
yooyeon elbows her, âwhy do you look so excited to hear about lee heeseungâs dick size?â
âsorry, sorry,â gracie apologizes and kisses yooyeon on the cheek. âbut y/n, was it?âÂ
âyeah, itâs pretty big.âÂ
âoh my god,â gracie canât help but giggle out, yooyeon has to elbow her again to get her to stop.Â
yooyeon turns to look at you, resting her elbow on the table, âand have you seen him since?â
âuhh, yeah.âÂ
âwhen?â yooyeon tilts her head, interested.Â
âum, an hour ago?âÂ
âwhat?!â gracie jolts, shocked from your confession. âis that why you left class early?âÂ
you smile sheepishly at your friends in response. gracie covers her mouth as yooyeon rolls her eyes.Â
âitâs just casual between us, though. weâve made an agreement of no strings or feelings attached!âÂ
gracie and yooyeon share a look before yooyeon asks, âso when are you seeing him again?âÂ
you think about it for a second before you see his sweater peeking out of your backpack, âafter our next class- i have to give him back his sweater.âÂ
âouuu,â gracie moves her eyebrows up and down, âyou wore his sweater?âÂ
âoh my god stop!â you laugh at her, âitâs casual! nothing seriousâ i was cold and he let me borrow his sweater!âÂ
yooyeon and gracie share a look again that makes you roll your eyes at them.Â
you check the time on your phone, âwe should get going, class starts in ten minutes.âÂ
the three of you start packing up your bags and lunches and the two follow you out of the cafeteria.Â
âi canât believe weâre friends with one of lee heeseungâs girls,â gracie giggles out playfully.
âoh my god, grace,â you groan out, âi am not! itâs chill and casual, iâm not gonna turn into one of his stalker fan girls.âÂ
âyouâre one of his girls, y/n, and thatâs alright!âÂ
âno, iâm not.âÂ
âyes.â
âno.âÂ
âyes!âÂ
you groan inwardly. the very thought makes your stomach churn. you would never end up in the same category as all those girls you make fun of. you shuffle ahead, not meeting their eyes, as yooyeon and gracie follow behind, giggling at your obvious annoyance. you know their laughter is a gentle tease, but it still doesnât fix the frustration youâre feeling towards yourself and lee heeseung.Â
did he have to be so hot?
after class, you head to the back parking lot where heeseung told you to meet him. you say goodbye to your two friends as they drive home together without you. you told them that youâll just walk home after meeting with heeseung.Â
you wait outside the college for longer than you expected. almost everyone in the school has left at this point and you start to think that heeseung had forgotten your plan to meet up and give him his sweater.Â
when there was only a few more cars parked in the parking lot you sighed, annoyed and frustrated. you figured he had left if he hadnât showed up by now. you felt almost embarrassed to be standing there by yourself for so long.Â
you throw your bag over your shoulder again and step off the sidewalk, planning to walk home now since your friends had left earlier. you were already plotting your next words to heeseung for making you wait after school for him for no reason.Â
ây/n!âÂ
you turn at the sound of your name.Â
the back door of the school was swung open as heeseung rushed to step outside, his bag thrown over his shoulder as he waved at you. you huff, stopping to wait for him to catch up to you. when he reached you, you could tell he was a bit frazzled.Â
âiâm so sorry, i had a surprise test i had to do,â he says, a hint of genuine apology in his voice.
you huff, reaching into your bag and pulling out his sweater, handing it to him. âhere.âÂ
he takes it from you and you feel a sudden drop of water on your hand. both of you glance up at the sky, noticing that the clouds are starting to turn gray and a few more water drops are starting to fall slowly.Â
âgreat,â you mumble to yourself. just your luck.Â
âdo you have a ride?â heeseung asks, noticing your growing frustration.Â
âno, i was hoping to walk home before the rain started.âÂ
heeseung suddenly feels bad that you had to wait so long for him. âiâll give you a ride,â
you hesitate at his offer. you eyed him suspiciously, wondering his intentions; did he want to drive you home because he was being nice or did he want to fuck you in his car? you wondered if people doing casual sex with each other drive each other home?Â
he sees your hesitation and further explains, âitâs just a drive and itâs raining. come on, get in my car.â
you sigh, weighing your options. you felt the rain start to increase, âfine,â you finally say, giving in. he leads you to his car, a black, shiny, expensive-looking one, and you slide into the passenger seat.
you look around his car. itâs clean and sleek. and you internally debate if this is what you expected from him or not. he gets in the driver's seat and starts the car. he turns on the heat and you instantly realize how cold it was with the rain hitting you, drenching your hair slightly.Â
heeseung notices and adjusts the heaters to aim at you, letting you warm up quickly before heâs even pulling out of the parking lot. you tell him your address and give him a few directions on how to get there. hopefully this drive doesnât take long.Â
âdo you have any roommates?â heeseung asks you, trying to break the silence.Â
âyeah, iâve got one. sheâs cool.âÂ
âis she one of those girls that youâre always with? the ones you were sitting with in the cafeteria today?âÂ
you pretend to not be shocked that he noticed you in the cafeteria earlier, âgracie and yooyeon? no, they live together. theyâve been dating for a while now.âÂ
heeseung hums, âoh, i never realized they were dating.âÂ
you scoff slightly amused at the possibility that lee heeseung could ever realize something about you or your friends, âhm, yeah. i guess youâre too busy hanginâ with your annoying frat bros.âÂ
heeseung laughs over the steering wheel. his laughs makes a small smile crack on your face. itâs a pure, hearty laugh that echoes loudly in the car.Â
âhey! my frat bros are not that bad!â he mocks your use of words, âactually theyâre some of my closest friends. they've helped me a lot.âÂ
you nod, taking in his words. you wondered how they have helped him before that would make him speak of them so admirably. âwhich one are you closest to?â
heeseung things for a second, âprobably jake. but, he's a year younger than us.âÂ
it goes silent again besides a few directions you give him to get to your apartment. your mind starts to wonder about seeing him with the girl at the cafeteria earlier. you hate to think about him taking her to the bathroom you were just in with him. or worse, taking her to the backseat of the car youâre currently in. you wonder if thereâs going to be more girls like her that youâll have to see him with during the entire time youâre being casual with him.Â
you gulp, taking a breath before you ask him, âwill you be hooking up with other girls as we're like, being casual?âÂ
you keep your eyes out the window once your words are out, watching the rain droplets trail down it. you couldnât possibly look at him right now.
finally, he speaks, âno, probably not if i have you.âÂ
you force yourself to keep your head turned to the window now. you cannot let him see the smile that creeps along your lips. his words make your chest and heart settle. the girl in the cafeteria is no longer in the back of your mind.Â
âwill you?âÂ
his questions make you turn to look at him, not expecting it. but you keep your face expressionless, keeping your cards close to your chest. âmaybe, if they have a bigger cock than you.âÂ
you donât expect him to burst out laughing again, his voice interrupting the rain landing on the car. it makes you laugh along with him. his eyes squinting as he looks at you with a large smile.Â
you realize that no matter how hard you try to keep heeseung at a foot length with your usual insults, it doesnât work. he never gets offended or hurt like all the other guys youâve hooked up with before. itâs something you commend him for. but it also makes you worry for your own heart.Â
âgood luck trying to find that.âÂ
you grin at him, looking out the window and pointing to the apartment for him to stop at. he puts the car in park and lets you gather your things as you reach for the handle to leave.Â
âthanks for the ride, heeseung.â you tell him with an earnest smile.Â
âno problem,â you open the door as he continues, âoh and by the way, itâs your turn.â
âmy turn for what?â your face is scrunched up in confusion.Â
âyour turn to text me when youâre needy.âÂ
you roll your eyes at his answer, âyeah, whatever.âÂ
you get out and slam the car door behind you, pretending to not be amused at his words. you walk up the front sidewalk to your apartment, almost to the door when you hear him again.Â
âthanks for the blowjob, y/n!âÂ
you turn around your jaw dropped as he rolled down his window to yell at you, his annoying smirk on his face. you stick up your middle finger at him from the door, you could hear his laughter as he starts to drive away.Â
you hope none of your neighbours heard him.
tonight youâre rolling around on your bed, fingers hovering over the keyboard as you contemplate your next move. you lock your phone, staring at the ceiling, thoughts racing. after a week without seeing heeseung, you thought he wouldâve caved in by now, but he hasnât.
sighing, you open your phone again, hesitating before typing out the words. finally, you hit send on a simple message.
you : [can i come over?] [8:38]
he responds almost instantly, as if he was waiting. heeseung : [ yes ] [8:39] heeseung : [ ;) ] [8:39]
you smile to yourself, standing up off your bed and grabbing your coat before leaving, heading straight to the frat house that has held too many parties to remember.Â
you have only one thing on your mind tonight : make lee heeseung beg for you.Â
you knock on the frat house door, and it swings open almost immediately. heeseung stands there, shirtless and in sweatpants. you have to remind yourself to be cool and not completely stare him down like youâre ready to pounce on him.Â
he squints at you, a smirk creeping onto his face. âi actually applaud you for waiting so long to text. i thought you would've caved in sooner.â
you scoff, brushing past him into the house. âi thought the same about you.â
ânope,â he replies casually, closing the door. âi told you, it was your turn.â
rolling your eyes, you respond sarcastically, âwell, here I am.â
heeseung steps closer, his hands finding your waist as he leans in with that signature smirk. âletâs go to my room.â
you canât help but feel a mix of annoyance and excitement as you follow him.Â
inside his bedroom is the same, messy and chaotic, but his bed is clear and clean. you wonder if he had just made it before you came.Â
heeseung comes up behind you now that heâs closed and locked the door. he wraps his arms around your waist, his bare chest flush against your back, âdid you miss my cock, baby?â he whispers into your ear.Â
you feel yourself melt against him as you nodded, looking over your shoulder to look at him directly. his eyes were darker and his bangs had fallen over his forehead and eyes as he looked at you. he smirked at your answer and then suddenly pushed you onto his bed.Â
you lay with your head on his pillow as he gets on his bed and hovers over you. before you can speak his mouth crashes down on yours, his tongue demanding entrance. you moan into the kiss, your hands clutching at his shirt. his hands start roaming your body possessively, keeping you close to him.Â
heeseung pulls away from your lips to start pressing kisses down your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. you take your chance and flip over his body so now he was under you, his head where yours was previously.Â
youâre straddling his waist as he chuckles, âyou wanna be on top, baby?â his voice is teasing and almost mocking.Â
you glare at him, trailing your hand over his abs and stopping over his hardening cock in his pants. âiâm gonna be on top.âÂ
he raises an eyebrow, a challenge sparkling in his eyes. "go on, then. show me what you got."
your confidence surges as you lean down, your lips brushing his ear. "take off your clothes," you whisper, nibbling on his earlobe. "i want to see how hard your cock is for me."
heeseung listens and pulls down his pants and boxers. when heâs finally naked, you bite your lips, admiring his muscular chest, flat stomach and the small trail of hair leading below his navel. but it's his hard cock, so red and veiny, that catches your eye.Â
you wrap your hand around the base, pumping slowly as you lean down to press a kiss to the tip. "mmm, you taste so good," you purr, licking up a bead of pre-cum.
heeseung's breath hitches as he threads his fingers through your hair, but you gently bat his hands away. "no, no. i'm in charge here, remember?"
"oh, yeah?" he smirks, his eyes glittering with amusement. "let's see how long that lasts.â
you scowl at him, but it only fuels your determination. tightening your grip, you begin to stroke him faster, using both hands to cover his length. his hips bucked involuntarily, and he groans, his eyes fluttering closed. "fuck, that feels good."
"you like that, hee?" you ask, your voice sultry. "you like it when i take control?"
"yeah, baby, I do," he admits, his breath coming in short gasps as your hands continue. you hate that the pet name makes you shiver. you hate how fast he seemingly submits to you.Â
a you take the tip of his cock into your mouth, he threads his fingers through your hair, guiding you along his length. you hollow your cheeks, sucking and bobbing your head up and down, relishing the taste of him on your tongue. "oh fuck, baby," he murmurs, his hips jerking involuntarily. "please donât stop."
you hum in response, the vibrations sending him wild. heeseung tangles one hand in your hair, holding you in place as he begins to thrust slowly, fucking your mouth. you let him take control for a moment, enjoying the way he uses your mouth for his pleasure. you can tell heâs getting close, that heâs starting to feel like heâs the one controlling you right now.Â
but then, you grab his hips, pulling him out of your mouth with a loud pop.
heeseung opens his eyes, a questioning look on his face. you respond by grinding your clothed core against his hardness, eliciting a low groan from him. "i want to ride you," you whisper, your voice full with desire.
his face contorts into one of begging,. âplease, need to feel your pussy so bad."
you don't need to be told twice. quickly shedding your clothes, you straddle his lap, lining him up with your entrance. slowly, you lower yourself onto his thickness, moaning as he stretches you deliciously. heeseung's hands grip your hips, guiding you as you bounce gently a few times to adjust to his size.
once you've taken all of him, you pause, relishing the feeling of being filled so completely. "fuck, heeseung, you feel so good inside me," you pant, leaning forward to press your breasts against his chest.
"you like that, baby?" he teases, his hands squeezing your ass. "you like my cock buried deep inside your tight pussy?"
you nod, biting your lip as you begin to move, rising and falling on his shaft. his hands slide up your back, tangling in your hair as he pulls you down for a hungry kiss. you moan into his mouth, your hips picking up the pace as you ride him with abandon.
suddenly, you pull away, rising up on your knees to give yourself more leverage. you remember what you were thinking when you came here. you remembered taking control of lee heeseung and proving to him that you can make him feel good. heeseung's eyes widen as he realizes your intent, but he says nothing, watching you with a mixture of arousal and curiosity. you lean forward, wrapping your hand around his neck, and begin to choke him, cutting off his air supply slightly as you ride his cock.
you can't believe how submissive he's being, allowing you to take control like this. it turns you on even more, and you find yourself bouncing faster, your core clenching rhythmically around his shaft. heeseung's eyes roll back slightly, and he moans, his hands tightening on your waist. the sight below you, with his cock hitting deep inside of you with your hand around his throat, makes you bounce harder, making him grunt, âfuck, baby, you're so tight. i'm not gonna last long."
a sense of pride courses through you at hearing him say that, but you have no intention of letting him finish just yet. slowing your movements, you grind your hips in circles, feeling the sensation of his cock rubbing against your sensitive walls. heeseung whimpers, his body thrashing beneath you as he tries to buck his hips up to chase his release.
"please, baby," he begs, his voice hoarse. "i need to cum. let me fuck you, please."
you grin down at him, loving the sight of the so called confident, cocky lee heeseung reduced to begging and submitting. but you're not ready to give up now.. "no," you taunt, bouncing harder on his cock. "who's in control here, heeseung? hmm?"
"you are, baby," he pants, his eyes glazed with lust. "but please, i need to be inside you when I cum."
hearing him say that sends a thrill through your body, and your pussy clenches tightly around him. but your knees are starting to ache from the constant bouncing, and your energy is beginning to falter. your bouncing gets sloppier and slower, his dick still hits your g spot.Â
heeseung realizes that youâre getting tired, and takes advantage by quickly flipping you onto your back, his cock staying lodged inside of you when he does. he pins your body to the bed before you can realize.Â
your hands fly to his shoulders for support now that heâs hovering over you. âhey!â you pout, at him, âi was riding you!â
heeseung chuckles, his hands gripping your thighs as he begins to thrust deeply into you. "i know you were, baby, and you did an amazing job. but now, let me take over. let me make you cum."
his words make you whimper as he sets a punishing pace, pounding into you relentlessly. you groan as your plan to dominate lee heeseung failed, but the way heâs fucking into you seemingly makes you even forget your plan in the first place
his hips slam against yours, his balls slapping against your sensitive flesh with each deep thrust. "fuck, heeseung," you moan, your nails digging into his shoulders. "harder!" you submit to him so easily, letting him do whatever he wants to you. it just feels so good.Â
heeseung grunts in response, but he fucks into you harder anyways. his cock slides in and out of your drenched pussy, the slick sounds of your sex filling the room. heeseung leans down, capturing one of your nipples with his mouth, tugging and sucking it between his teeth as he continues to pound into you.
you cry out, your back arching off the bed as pleasure courses through your body. "that's it, baby," he encourages, his breath hot against your skin. "cum for me. Let me feel that tight pussy clenching around my cock."
his words are your undoing, and you shatter around him, crying out his name as your body convulses with pleasure. your body felt so spent as he continued to pound into you through your orgasm.Â
the feeling of your walls clenching around him, your juices flowing out of you and around his cock, make heeseung cum soon after. he grunts out your name as he spills deep inside of you. his hips stuttering as he fills you with his release.Â
collapsing onto your chest, he peppers kisses along your collarbone as he catches his breath. youâre too busy coming down from your orgasm to tell him that thatâs too intimate. so instead you revel in the feeling of his weight on top of you. your chests heaving as you catch your breath together.Â
heeseung gently pulls out of you and gets up. you watch as he leaves his bedroom, leaving you naked and sweating on his bed.Â
he comes back with a damp cloth from the bathroom. his bare back muscles flexing with each step. you can feel a subtle change in his bedroom now. itâs more softer and intimate. and it scares you.Â
you know the cloth is to clean up the mess between your legs so you reach your hand out for it, âthanks.âÂ
but heeseung doesnât give it to you, âitâs okay, i can do it. youâre tired, y/n. let me take care of it.âÂ
you open your mouth to protest, to insist that you can do it yourself, but you realize that you are in fact exhausted. your knees ache from being on top.Â
heeseung leans down between your legs again. he gently starts to clean you, his touch is feather light. he hums gently to himself as he makes sure every substance is off your legs.Â
youâve never let anyone clean you up after sex before. itâs always you that takes care of things afterward, alone. thereâs something vulnerable and exposing letting someone else do this for you. but heeseungâs touch is so tender that you find yourself relaxing into it. you think that maybe itâs okay just once to let someone else take the lead.
once heâs done, he kisses your inner thigh, his lips brushing softly against your sensitive skin, and you suppress a shiver.Â
he hands you a soft t-shirt, helping you slide it over your head, his fingers grazing your skin gently. you inhale the fresh scent of the fabric. heeseung pulls on a pair of sweatpants that cling to his lean, muscular frame.Â
heeseung lies down beside you, his body warm against yours. its silent in his room and the lights are still on. you realize that youâve never just laid in bed with a guy before without it leading to sex.Â
after a while, you break the silence. âi should go,â you say, starting to sit up.
heeseung sits up too, watching you, âyou should stay. itâs late, and your knees hurt.âÂ
you hesitate, but the truth is, youâre tired, and your knees really do ache from holding your body up. you nod, and lay back down. your heart thumping in your chest.Â
âokay,â you whisper.Â
heeseung smiles and turns off the lights, plunging the room into a soft darkness. you both lay there in his bed. a meter apart is between both of you. itâs silent and uncomfortable.Â
heeseung breaks the silence first. "you okay?"
you nod, even though he probably can't see you in the dark. "yeah, just... not used to this."
"used to what?" he asks, turning slightly to face you.
"this," you gesture vaguely around the room, "staying after."
he chuckles softly. "so, i'm your first?"
you scoff, rolling your eyes. "don't flatter yourself, heeseung."
"i'm serious," he says, and you can hear the genuine curiosity in his voice. "you've never stayed the night with anyone before?"
"no," you admit quietly, "i haven't."
both of you go silent again, thinking. youâre only wearing his t shirt and the thin sheet on his bed isnât keeping much heat in. your legs shiver against the bed.Â
you feel heeseung move beside you, âcome here.âÂ
âwhat?âÂ
âcome here if youâre cold.âÂ
you hesitate for a second before scooting closer to him. he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you against his chest. itâs warm and so much better for your half naked body. itâs intimate, and you try to keep your breath steady as you breathe in his cologne and fabric softener.Â
"better?" he asks, his voice a low rumble in your ear.
"yeah," you murmur, "better."
you lay there for a while, in his arms. you try to fall asleep, but it feels strange. and you keep debating if itâs a good strange or a bad strange. heeseung starts tracing lazy circles on your arm, and you find yourself relaxing.Â
"you know," he says softly, "you're not as tough as you pretend to be."
"oh, really?" you challenge.
"yeah," he replies, "you're actually kinda sweet."
you snort at his compliment because when have you ever been sweet to lee heeseung?Â
you close your eyes again. thinking more about heeseung and everything you know about him and everything he knows about you. the things he mightâve heard about you before you even met. and you think about how sweet heâs actually been to you.Â
"heeseung?" you say after a while.
"yeah?"
"thanks for letting me stay."
"anytime," he replies, his voice soft and sincere.
you feel his grip tighten slightly around you, like you might leave.Â
but even though thereâs a voice in the back of your head telling you to run; you donât. you stay in lee heeseungâs bed with his arms wrapped around you until you both feel your eyelids grow heavy and drift off to sleep for the night.Â
as you drift off, you realize that maybe, just maybe, there could be more than just casual hookups between you and lee heeseung.Â
when you and heeseung wake up the next day, the sunlight filtering through the blinds, you both groan at the early hour. heeseung stretches, his arm brushing against you as he yawns.
"we gotta get to class," he says, rubbing his eyes.
"yeah," you agree, sitting up and swinging your legs over the side of the bed.your knees feel better this morning.Â
heeseung gets up first, grabbing a t-shirt from his closet and slipping it on. "i can drive you home if you want," he offers casually.
"thanks," you say, standing and smoothing out your clothes. "i'll get changed."
heeseung nods and heads for the door. "i'll wait downstairs.âÂ
you quickly change into your clothes from yesterday, trying to shake off the strange mix of emotions from the night before. once you're dressed, you head down the hall towards the stairs, but stop when you hear your name.
when you and heeseung wake up the next day, the sunlight filtering through the blinds, you both groan at the early hour. heeseung stretches, his arm brushing against you as he yawns.
"we gotta get to class," he says, rubbing his eyes.
"yeah," you agree, sitting up and swinging your legs over the side of the bed. you feel a slight ache from how you slept, but it's not too bad.
heeseung gets up first, grabbing a t-shirt from his closet and slipping it on. "i can drive you home if you want," he offers casually.
"thanks," you say, standing and smoothing out your clothes. "i'll get changed."
heeseung nods and heads for the door. "i'll wait downstairs. take your time."
you quickly change into your clothes from yesterday, trying to shake off the strange mix of emotions from the night before. once you're dressed, you head down the stairs, but stop when you hear your name.
"when did yn leave last night?" a boy's voice asks.
"uh, she didn't," you hear heeseung reply.
there are multiple gasps of confusion. "she slept over?"Â
"she's upstairs?"
"yeah, so what?" you hear heeseung say, a bit defensive.
"what's going on between you two?" someone asks.
"nothing-- we're just casual," heeseung responds.
his final response hurts you more than you expect. you don't even know why it stings so much, but it does. you take a deep breath before you walk down the stairs. in the kitchen you can see the group of frat boys who live there all gathered around. they look at you curiously.Â
heeseung smiles at you. "ready to go?"
you force a smile and shake your head. "nah, i'm just gonna walk, it's okay."
he starts to argue, but you cut him off. "bye," you say, turning and leaving quickly, closing the front door behind you.
as you walk home, a mix of confusion, hurt, and anger churns inside you. you wonder why he was so nice to you the night before. how he cleaned you up so intimately and made sure you were okay. you werenât use to such niceness. you were usually the one to kick someone out after sex or leave before you do get kicked out. why did he let you stay if he thinks itâs just casual between you.Â
you remind yourself to be chill. there's nothing between you and lee heeseung.Â
but the feelings linger, refusing to be ignored.
days later and your professor ended your afternoon class early. you pull out your phone to ask yooyeon and gracie where they are. but you see a text from your mom instead.Â
mom : [your dad and i have broken up. please call me when you get the chance] [2:46]
your heart sinks, and you stop in your tracks, trying to hide the sudden wave of sadness and panic that washes over you. you quickly turn into a quiet hall. you donât want anyone to see you like this. you curse your mom for picking such an awful time to tell you this.Â
you keep staring at her text, the words blurring as your eyes fill with tears. you knew they were having problems, knew they were talking about divorce, but you didn't think they'd actually do it. just as the first tear escapes and trails down your face, a voice speaks up, startling you.
âwhatâs wrong?âÂ
you turn and see heeseung, his expression full of concern. you quickly wipe at your face, trying to pull yourself together. "everything's fine. see you later," you say, trying to walk away.
he stops you, gently taking your arm. "you're crying. what's wrong? you can tell me."
you sigh, not being able to process the new information yourself yet. you feel like you canât think or speak straight. you hand him your phone, etting him read the message. his eyes scan the screen, and then he looks at you with understanding and sympathy. "i'm so sorry."
he pulls you into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "it's going to be okay," he murmurs, his voice soothing. he kisses your forehead, and you pull away slightly, shocked.
"what if people see?" you ask, worried about the implications.
heeseung shakes his head. "who cares?" he says, pulling you back into his embrace.
you melt into his touch again, the confusion and hurt still there, but his presence brings a strange sense of comfort. why is he doing this? you canât help but feel a little more at ease, even aw your mind races with questions and doubts.Â
âare your parents divorced?â you ask him as you pull away.Â
heeseung shakes his head, ânah, theyâre coming to the house this weekend actually.â he pulls out his own phone and looks at the date.Â
âoh really?âÂ
he shrugs, âyeah, they wanna see where iâm living this year and see the other guys.âÂ
âoh,âÂ
in the quiet hall itâs silent again and you have so much on your mind you forget to even speak until heeseung does again.Â
âwant me to drive you home?âÂ
you smile up at him, âplease?â
he wraps his arm around your shoulder and guides you out of the school to his car where he can warm you up again.
heeseung texts you again to come over. something thatâs been happening for weeks now. youâre at his house more often than not. and now, you donât hesitate to go to the frat house you once hated.Â
heeseung meets you at the door, a lazy smile on his face as he knows exactly what the both of you are thinking. you step inside and the surroundings are now familiar to you. heeseung shuts the door, his eyes burning with desire as he takes a step towards you. without a word, he pulls you into his arms, and your bodies fit together perfectly, as if they were made to slot together just like this.
"i've been thinking about this all day," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "want you so fucking bad, y/n."
you feel his hands roaming over your body, cupping your ass and pulling you against his growing erection. he's not shy about what he wants, and you love how forward he is. moaning softly, you tilt your head back, giving him better access to your neck as he plants eager kisses along your sensitive skin. his hands are everywhere, slipping under your shirt to touch your bare skin, making you ache for more.
"fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his voice thick with desire.
you pull back slightly, looking into his dark eyes, sparkling with lust. "then take me to your bedroom, hee."
âplease, take her to your bedroom.â a voice says from inside the house.Â
you turn and see jake sitting on the couch, his eyes begging as he had to watch and hear the interaction between you and jake. you giggle out at his reactionâ jake tooâ is something youâve become familiar with during the past few weeks.Â
heeseung only smirks and takes your hand, leading you both towards the familiar path to his bedroom.Â
as soon as the bedroom door shuts behind you, heeseung is on you again, this time much more desperate.Â
he pushes you against the door, his mouth crashing onto yours in a hungry kiss. you respond eagerly, your hands tangling in his hair as you deepen the kiss. he moans into your mouth, his tongue seeking yours, tasting and teasing until you're both breathless.
he breaks the kiss, trailing heated kisses along your jaw, down your neck, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin. "want to taste you, baby. Want you to sit on my face."
you whimper at his words, feeling your core clench with need. heeseung kneels on the bed, his eyes burning with intensity as he watches you undress. slowly, you peel your shirt over your head, enjoying the way his eyes roam over your body, taking in every inch of exposed skin. You kick off your shoes, wiggling out of your pants, and step out of your underwear. his eyes never leave you.
heeseung licks his lips, a hungry look in his eyes. "so fucking gorgeous, y/n."
you blush, but the heat in your core overrides any embarrassment.
once on the bed, he lets you take control, enjoying the show as you straddle his face, your pussy hovering over his waiting mouth.
"you gonna tease me again, baby?" he asks, his hot breath fanning your core, making you tremble.
you don't answer, instead, you lower yourself onto his mouth, moaning as his tongue swipes against your wet folds. he groans in appreciation, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulls you closer, his tongue delving into your slit. he's eager, lapping at your juices, sucking on your clit, and making you see stars. you grind your hips, riding his face as he eats you out with enthusiasm.
"oh, fuck, heeseung!" you cry out, feeling your orgasm building already. "feels so good, baby!"
He doesn't hold back, using his tongue to bring you pleasure, licking and sucking until you're a quivering mess. You cry out his name as you climax, your juices flooding his mouth. He laps it all up, humming in satisfaction as he continues to lick you through your orgasm.
As the pleasure subsides, you collapse beside him, panting heavily. Heeseung, however, is not done. He kisses his way up your body, pausing to suck your sensitive nipples into his mouth, making you mewl with pleasure. His hands roam over your body, caressing your curves, molding your body to his.
"i need to be inside of you," he says, his breath hot against your ear.
You feel a rush of heat between your legs at his words. That possessive, needy side of him is what draws you in, what makes you ache for him. You nod slowly, your lips parting to speak, but no words come out.
instead, you turn over and and lean forward. you place your palms on the bed and push yourself up on your knees, exposing yourself to him.Â
heeseung's eyes darken as he takes in the sight of your round ass and your pussy, glistening with your juices. He reaches out, his fingers trailing lightly over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
he teases your entrance, circling it lightly, making you whine and rock your hips unconsciously.
"you're so wet for me, y/n," he says, his voice like velvet. "are you ready for my cock?"
"please," you whisper, your voice thick with need. âneed your cock, hee.âÂ
with a growl, he grabs your hips and pulls you back, positioning his hard length at your entrance. you both moan as the tip teases your hole, then he slowly starts to push inside. You gasp as you feel yourself stretch around him, inch by incredible inch. heeseung's cock is thick and long, and you feel deliciously full as he bottoms out.
he doesnât need to pause to let you adjust to his size anymore. you clench around him, your pussy gripping him tightly, and he groans, his head falling back. "fuck, y/n, you feel so tight. So fucking perfect. could stay like this forever."
he pulls your body back onto him, and then he begins to thrust. slow and deep at first, he sets a steady rhythm, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into you. you cry out with each thrust, your body rocking back to meet his. his balls slap against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your core.
he leans over you, his chest pressing against your back, his breath hot in your ear. "that's it, baby, take it all," he grunts, his voice strained as he picks up the pace. "your tight pussy was made for my cock, wasn't it?"
you moan, your head falling back as he thrusts into you. "fuck yes, heeseung, it was," you pant. "it was made just for you."
His hands squeeze your hips as he slams into you, his hips meeting your ass with a loud, satisfying smack. The force of his thrusts rocks your body forward, and you brace yourself, pushing back against him, meeting his fierce rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room youâve memorized by now.Â
Heeseung's breath is ragged, his grunts of pleasure filling your ear. "You like that, baby? My cock pounding into your tight hole?"
"Yes! Harder, Heeseung! Fuck me harder!" you scream, your body on fire, desperate for release.
He obeys, gripping your hips so tightly you'll have bruises tomorrow. But you don't care, the pain only adds to the pleasure. He slams into you with such force the bed shakes, and you cry out, throwing your head back, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. You clamp down on his cock, milking him, your juices flowing as your body pulses with pleasure.
"Fuck, y/n, you're making me cum," he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he loses control.
You reach underneath yourself, your fingers finding your clit as he continues to thrust. You rub circles around it, riding out your orgasm as you crave for more. "Cum for me, Heeseung," you pant. "Fill me with your cum."
He growls, his body tenses, and then you feel it. His cock pulses and twitches as he releases, his warm cum shooting inside you. He groans your name, his hands grasping your hips tightly as he rides out his peak.
As his thrusts slow, he pulls you back against his chest, his arms wrapping around your body possessively. You can feel his heart pounding against your back, his breath still ragged as he recovers. it feels intimate with him. his cum deep inside of you while his cock softens, and he keeps you so close to him.Â
when both of you catch your breaths, heeseung falls into his new routine of cleaning you up and making sure youâre okay before he lays back down in bed beside you.Â
the routine is repetitive and comforting. you feel safe and cared for while your with heeseung. itâs something youâve never felt with anyone before. and you especially never though you would feel this with lee heeseung.Â
but over the past few weeks that youâve been hooking up with him, the more youâve gotten to know himâ the things he likes, hates, some personal things that heâs never told anyone before except for you.Â
you feel like heeseung has become someone you can rely on. heâs been there for you more than your friends have been recently. heâs there when youâre sad, frustrated, stressed and happy. youâve seen more sides of him than you thought he even had during the weeks youâve been tangled in his sheets with him.Â
youâre scared that youâve started to catch feelings for lee heeseung.Â
the thought is almost too much for you. you instinctively stand up from his bed and start to pull on your clothes. heeseung stayed laying in his bed, his arm draped over his head on the pillow. he watched you start to dress silently.Â
âyou know,â heeseung smirks playfully, âitâs so great youâre not clingy.âÂ
you froze, looking back at him. "what do you mean?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. you hear a sense of sarcasm in his tone, his eyes hold a look of teasing.Â
heeseung shrugged casually. "you're not clingy like other girls. it's refreshing."
the words stung more than you'd care to admit. "yeah, sure," you replied, your tone colder than you intended. the thought of him being with other girls besides you makes you tense up. it reminds you of what you and heeseung really are. you are not in a relationship at all. he can freely hook up with other girls all he wants. heâs not yours.Â
heeseung seemed to take your response lightly. "i mean, no drama, no expectations. it's perfect, right?"
something in you snapped. "perfect?" you echoed, you turn to face him, standing in only your panties and t shirt, pants in your hand. "is that all you see this as? some drama-free convenience?"
heeseung frowned, clearly taken aback by your sudden change in tone. he sits up in his bed when he answers, "what's with you? you're overthinking this."
you scoffed, feeling your frustration boil over. "i'm not overthinking anything. i'm just... i don't know, expecting a little more respect maybe?"
heeseung rolled his eyes dismissively which only fueled your anger. "oh, come on. don't be like that. we agreed this was casual, no strings attached."
"yeah, we did," you snapped, grabbing your bag. "but that doesn't mean you get to treat me like i'm some disposable... i don't know, thing!"
heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair. "i'm just joking, okay? you're taking it too seriously."
"just joking?" you repeated, your voice rising. "god, you really don't get it, do you? i'm not asking for much, just a little acknowledgment that I'm a person with feelings."
heeseung stands up, his own annoyance beginning to show. "look, if you want to end this, just say so."
you stared at him, hurt and anger mixing into a painful lump in your throat. "maybe I do," you said, heading for the door. "maybe I don't want to be just another convenient hookup for you."
you hear him try to stop you by calling your name, but your hand was on the door knob and pulling it open.Â
only then, you freeze in place. standing in the hallway were two older adults, looking at you with curious expressions.
âoh, hello,â the woman said, her eyebrows raising slightly.
you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment. âum, hi,â you stammered, glancing back at heeseung, who was now standing behind you, only in his boxers and you with your pants in your hand.Â
âheeseung?â the man, presumably his father, spoke, looking over your shoulder at his son. âis this your friend?â
before you could say anything, heeseung stepped forward, putting his arm around your shoulders. âyeah, this is yn,â he said smoothly. âmom, dad, this is my girlfriend.â
you blinked in surprise, looking up at him with wide eyes. girlfriend?
ânice to meet you,â his mom said, smiling warmly. âweâll just wait downstairs while you two⊠get dressed.â
they turned and walked back down the stairs, leaving you standing in the doorway, stunned. you closed the door and whirled around to face heeseung. you were embarrassed, frustrated, angry and confused.Â
âwhat the hell was that?â you hissed, trying to keep your voice down.
heeseung shrugged, looking a bit sheepish. âthey always want me to have a girlfriend. and you were in my bedroom, so⊠just play it cool, okay?â
âplay it cool?â you echoed, groaning in frustration. âthis is so not cool, heeseung.â
he raised his hands defensively. âlook, itâs just for now. they wonât stay long. just go with it, please?â
you sighed, rubbing your temples. this was the last thing you needed right now, but you were stuck. âfine,â you muttered. âbut you owe me for this.â
once you and heeseung were dressed, you made your way downstairs. his parents were waiting in the living room, and they both stood up when you entered. you could tell they were slightly disgruntled from the mess that was in the frat kitchen. but what could they really expect from five frat boys living together?
âitâs so nice to meet you properly,â his mom said, pulling you into a warm hug. you stiffened slightly, not used to this kind of affection from someone elseâs parents. his dad followed suit, giving you a firm handshake.
âhow long have you two been dating?â his dad asked, looking between you and heeseung.
âonly a few months,â heeseung answered smoothly.
âare you in college as well?â his mom inquired.
you nodded. âyes, i am.â
heeseung glanced at his phone and then at his parents. âactually, yn has to get to class soon anyway.â
âit was lovely meeting you, yn,â his mom said with a warm smile. âweâd love for you to join us at our beach house this summer. heeseung always has a great time there, and weâd be delighted for you to meet the rest of the family.â
you glanced at heeseung, who raised his eyebrows, silently urging you to play along. âyeah, sure,â you said, forcing a smile. âit was so nice meeting you both.â
you made your way to the door, feeling the weight of the situation settle in. as you stepped outside, your thoughts swirled with confusion. what was happening between you and heeseung?
his words and reminders of your no strings attached deal shouldnât bother you; but they did. and the fact that you were here, meeting his parents and getting wrapped up in his family plans, only made things more complicated.you knew deep down that you wouldnât be hurt by his words if you werenât catching feelings for him. you realize that for once, you were the one breaking the no-strings-attached deal.
you were sitting in your dorm room with gracie and yooyeon, the three of you sprawled out on the floor with snacks and textbooks scattered around. you needed to be with your friends after the morning you had meeting heeseung parents.Â
âso, howâs heeseung?â yooyeon asks you over her biology textbook. itâs like she could read your mind.Â
âheâs uh, good.â you reply, your eyes not leaving your notes.Â
âare you still hooking up with him?â gracie tilts her head to look at you. you nod in response hesitantly, because after today you werenât sure if you were. âwhatâs wrong? i can tell youâre upset.âÂ
you sigh and put your papers down, looking at your friends. their faces are etched in concern as they look at you. they know you so well.Â
âwell uh, i think iâm catching feelings for heeseung,â you admitted, glancing down at your hands. you find it hard to look at them as you tell them the secret youâve been hiding from them.Â
gracie immediately frowned. âyn, heâs a loser. he doesnât deserve a great girl like you.â
yooyeon nodded in agreement. âseriously, you can do so much better.â
you groan and cover your face with your hands. you throw your head back so it rests on the backside of the couch. âi know, i know. but, sometimes he can be⊠sweet. but then today we fought, and he just- i donât know. he doesnât have feelings for me and it hurts.âÂ
just then, your phone rang, interrupting the conversation. gracieâs eyes widened. âis that heeseung, now?â
you looked at the caller id and nodded. âyeah, itâs him.â
âwell, donât answer it,â yooyeon said firmly. âhe doesnât deserve your time.â
you sighed, feeling a pang of guilt as you put the phone down without answering it. the ringtone stopped, leaving an awkward silence in the room.
âi know you have feelings for him,â gracie said gently, âbut you deserve someone who feels the same way about you.â
yooyeon added, âyouâre worth more than some guy who only wants sex.âÂ
you forced a smile, trying to push away the lingering disappointment. âthanks, guys. youâre right.â
you sat back and tried to enjoy the night with your friends, but your mind kept drifting back to heeseung. despite your best efforts, you couldnât shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was more to him than what he was showing you. that maybe in another universe lee heeseung could like you back.
the next night, you lay in bed, youâd skip the entire day of classes. youâd told gracie and yooyeon you were sick, but you knew they saw through the lie. your mind was a tangled mess of thoughts and feelings for heeseung. you couldnât stop thinking about how sweet he was with you, how he took care of you, listened to you, and comforted you. he made you laugh when you were sad, and that meant more than you ever wanted to admit.
suddenly, your phone buzzed with a new text message. it was from heeseung.
heeseung: [i'm sorry about yesterday] [9:38] heeseung: [but i really need you] [9:38] heeseung: [i'm so hard right now] [9:39] heeseung: [i keep thinking of your pussy] [9:39]
you stared at the message, your heart racing. memories of your conversation with gracie and yooyeon the day before played in your mind. they were right, heeseung was a player, and you knew you shouldnât be getting so attached. but despite knowing this, your heart ached for him.
after a moment of hesitation, you sighed and typed out a response.
yn: [iâll be there in 30] [9:42]
as you hit send, you tried to ignore the sinking feeling in your chest, telling yourself it was just casual. but deep down, you knew it was more than that for you. you threw on some clothes, grabbed your bag, and headed out, trying to convince yourself that you were making the right choice.
you show up at heeseungâs house, and he lets you in, leading you up to his room. unlike all the other times, it feels awkward. the usual comfort and ease between you two is missing, replaced by a tension that is seemingly suffocating.Â
heeseung closes the door behind you, and you both stand there for a moment, unsure of what to do or say. finally, he breaks the silence.
âiâm sorry about yesterday,â heeseung says, his voice low. âi was just trying to joke because you got up from the bed so fast. i didnât know how to respond. you were leaving so quick.â
you nod, understanding but still feeling a bit hurt. âi get it. it just... caught me off guard, thatâs all.â
he continues, âand thanks for pretending with my parents. i just, always disappoint them, and i didnât want to this time. i knew theyâd love you.â
you smile shyly, feeling a mix of emotions. heeseung steps closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. his touch is warm, and you find yourself leaning into him despite everything.
âcome on, smile for me,â heeseung says softly, trying to lighten the mood. his eyes search yours, and he leans in, and you let him. you let him press his lips against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. a kiss that shouldnât be done between two people who have a no strings attached agreement.Â
the kiss is tender, different from all the others. it feels like heâs pouring all his unspoken words and feelings into it. you melt into his embrace, the awkwardness slowly fading away. for a moment, everything feels right again.Â
"i need you," he murmurs, his eyes searching yours as he pulls back slightly.
you lean in and capture his lips in another kiss, pouring all your feeling into it, wanting him to know without a doubt how much he affects you. heeseung's hands roamed your body, caressing your curves with a tenderness that made your heart melt.
as you kisses grew more heated, you realized how badly you wanted him now. you needed to fele him inside of you. you let him push you down onto his bed. neither of you talk as you both rush to get undressed. ripping off your clothes and throwing them onto his floor into one big messy pile.Â
without even thinking, you turn onto your knees. you know heeseung loves fucking you from the back by now. heâs told you over and over again how itâs his favourite position. it allowed him to take control and watch his cock slide in and out of your wet pussy.Â
heeseungâs hands wrapped around your hips, you could feel him lean down and press a soft kiss onto your back, âcan i fuck you in missionary? i wanna see your beautiful face.â his compliment makes your cheeks turn red, but you let him turn you over so your head is in his pillow.Â
heeseung positioned himself above you. your legs on either side of his waist as he guided his hard length to your entrance. you gasped as he slowly sank into you, his eyes never leaving yours. the expression on his face was one of pure adoration that made your heart skip.Â
heeseungâs hands gripped your thighs, holding onto you as he thrusted into you. âyou feel so fucking good," he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before snapping back open to look at you. "i love watching my cock disappear inside that tight pussy."
you moaned at his words, your head falling back as pleasure washed over you. but you quickly brought your gaze back to his, wanting to drink in the sight of him losing control. his eyes were dark with desire, his usually cocky smile softened by a look of raw need.
heeseungâs eyes donât leave you. his hands trail down your stomach, âgod youâre so beautiful- so soft.âÂ
you whine in response, loving how gentle he was being with you. it was different from all the other times youâve had sex. it was slow, and passionate.Â
his fingers reach down where your bodies are meeting and starts to rub slow circles on your clit, making you cry out.Â
heeseung leans over your body and presses his lips onto yours. the kiss isnât sloppy and wet like his usual kisses during sex. itâs full of something that you arenât sure of. itâs sweet and gentle.Â
his cock continues to thrust into you, filling you up. the intimacy between you makes the coil in your stomach start to unwind quicker than ever. it all feels so close and almost, loving.Â
âheeseung,â you whimper out against his lips.Â
his eyes flew open, locking with yours as you continued to move together in perfect sync. you could see the passion and intensity in his gaze, and you felt yourself falling even deeper.
"cum for me, baby," he urged, his voice hoarse with longing. "let me feel you tighten around me."
your breath hitched as you felt your orgasm building. heeseung quickened his pace slight. your hips starting to move to meet his as you both chased the release that was so close.Â
"that's it, baby," he encouraged, his eyes never leaving yours. "cum for me. let go."
with a cry, you surrendered to the pleasure, your body shaking as you fell over the edge. heeseung followed soon after, his eyes rolling back in his head as he filled you with his release. cumming together even felt more intimate this time.Â
heeseung pulls out of you and moves to lay beside you. both of you are catching your breaths. it feels overwhelming for you. his touches are gentle as he traces his fingers down your arm. heâs pressing soft, lingering kisses into your shoulder. this doesnât feel like something casual; it feels like love, like a relationship. a relationship that you suddenly realize you want. but you know heeseung doesn't want the same, and that realization hits you like a ton of bricks.
you feel like you have no other option than to jump out of his bed. to get away from him. you start trying to get dressed quickly, but tears start to fall, blurring your vision. your breaths are hitched as you try to grab your clothes.Â
behind you, heeseung sits up, concern etched on his face.Â
âwhatâs wrong?â heeseung asks, but you ignore him, the emotions are too raw and painful. âplease, tell me,â he continued to pry, his voice breaking with worry.
you start to head for the door. your heart and head telling you two opposite things. but when you reach the handle, heeseung has already stood up and grabbed your arm. he spins you around so your body is pressed between him and his door. heâs pulling you close to him so youâre forced to look at him through your tears. âdid i hurt you, baby? i didnât mean to if i did, you couldnât told me to stop, i-â
you dryly laugh, because his concern that he may have physically hurt you makes you fall for him harder. heâs too gentle with you, too sweet.Â
âno, you didnât,â you say, choking on your tears.
âthen why are you crying? tell me, baby,â heeseung pleads, his eyes searching yours.
you take a shaky breath, finally letting the words tumble out. âbecause i want more than this, heeseung. i want a relationship. i want you.â he stays silent as he stares at you, âbut i know, we made a no strings attached deal. so i understand that we donât want the same thing anymore.âÂ
heeseungâs eyes widen in surprise, and he gently sits you back down on the bed. he wipes your tears away, his touch tender and comforting. part of you wants to melt into his touch, and the other part is screaming at you to leave.Â
âyn, iâve loved you since i met you at that very first party,â he confesses, his voice soft but sure. âi didnât think youâd ever feel the same about me. i mean, i had heard so many times that youâre only into casual sex, so i didnât think iâd have a shot.â
you look at him, your heart swelling with relief and joy. âreally?â
âreally,â he says, smiling. âi was an idiot for not telling you sooner.â
you laugh through your tears, âwe were both idiots.âÂ
heeseung leans in, and you both share a sweet, deep kiss. the first kiss that doesnât have any hidden intentions. both of your true feelings were out in the open, allowing you to feel them in this kiss.Â
heeseung pulls back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. âso, does this mean i can call you my girlfriend now?â
you laugh, playfully shoving him. âshut up, heeseung.â
he grins, pulling you into another kiss.
the sun was setting over the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the beach. you, gracie, and yooyeon are lounging on beach chairs outside heeseungâs family beach house. the soft sound of cicadas from the day were quieting out.Â
gracie sips her drink and looks over at you with a teasing smile. âwhy didnât become casual with heeseung sooner, yn?â
yooyeon nods in agreement. âyeah, we couldâve been spending our summers here all along. this place is amazing.â
you laugh, âbecause he was the âwalking stdâ remember?â gracie and yooyeon laugh and clink their drinks together before drinking from them.Â
as youâre laughing at them for celebrating your relationship, you feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, and you squeal in surprise as heeseung kisses the side of your neck.
âwell i guess you were right,â heeseung says in your ear.Â
âabout what?â you question him as you look upwards.
âbeing casual with me wouldnât work out.âÂ
everyone bursts into laughter. you lean into heeseungâs embrace as he sits down beside you, feeling his warmth and comfort that have become so familiar to you.Â
âyeah, i think we figured that out,â you say, smiling up at him.
heeseung kisses you again, and you close your eyes, savoring the moment. surrounded by your friends and the boy you love, everything feels perfect.Â
you love being in a relationship.
youâve realized the finding someone special, who makes your heart race and brings joy to your life is easier than pushing everyone away. youâve learnt to find comfort in the depth and connection that comes with a committed relationship. thereâs something beautiful about sharing your life, dreams, and fears with someone who truly cares. you no longer want any fleeting encounters with no meaning.
and youâre happy that youâve found that with lee heeseung (even if he is kind of annoying).
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THE GRUDGE PROFESSOR!GETO for KINKTOBER 2023!
DESCRIPTION: everybody loves professor geto, and judging by the thousands of viewers you get on every live, a lot of people love you, too. but you and professor geto hate each other. youâve had enough of his humiliation rituals, and decide to do something about it.
PAIRING: mean professor!geto x student!reader
WC: 5.3k i am an unstoppable beast
WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. fem reader, afab reader, teacher/student dynamic! adult age gap! (reader is in college, unspecified age), sw/camgirl!reader (donât like donât read! no shaming đ€), strong language, dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart, baby, angel, darling), reader calling geto "sir", unprotected relations, creampie, afab reader and terms
A/N:Â this switches between povs a lot so i hope thatâs okay or at least readable lol! also i set out to write him so much meaner but heâs just kind of a simp... enjoy?
reblogs are very much appreciated i'll uwu for u :pleading eyes emoji:
it is said that those who cannot do, teach.Â
geto suguru could have done many things. he had the brains, the muscles, the features, the traits. the ambition to succeed in any field he desired. satoru says in a world ruled by the strong there is no place for humility.Â
but humility is not why suguru became a teacher. neither is ineptitude. no, heâd become a teacher because it was the right thing to do.Â
to use his gifts to help shape new generations, help unlock potentials long dorment and buried deep under years of a lackluster schooling system. geto suguru prided himself, above all, in being a righteous man.Â
but japanâs most upstanding citizen for 28 years in a row held a shameful secret. a secret in the shape of you.Â
he saw the darkest sides of himself on your face (eyebrows scrunched, eyes shut tightly, jaw slack as youâ), your voice (higher in pitch with desperate moans that sound almost scared on the brink of yourâ), your body (taut and plump in all the right places, glistening with sweat, bouncing up and down on aâ).Â
when you walked into his classroom that fateful day, the world tilted on its axis. his first thought was, fuck, then, it canât be, then, most embarrassing of all, iâll finally find out what she smells like.Â
(he did, when you went up to his desk to hand over your test. a whiff of vanilla, argon oil shampoo. too sweet, too youthful. and heâd watched you leave, tennis skirt flowing like a water lily, dick already chubby in his pants.)
it was slowly starting to consume him.
the first time you spoke in class, he knew he hadnât been mistaken. it was really you. the cute, slutty girl heâd been milking his cock to for the better part of a year.Â
god, when you finally said his name. you would never in your wildest dreams think that heâd been imagining those words coming out of your mouth, of him coming out of your mouth, dripping out of you, all over youâ
he was losing it. this was not like him. this was never supposed to happen, and he has to put an end to it.Â
everybody knew of geto suguru, the prodigy professor. already getting a phd despite not even being 30, handling the administrative slack for the department while managing office hours every day of the week, promoting student events, helping organize spirit weeks and charity drives.Â
everything he did, he did for others. those not as capable as him â which was most people. in other words, it was really, really hard to hate him.Â
but you damn well managed to.Â
and to think you were excited to take his class. everybody told you to run, not walk, to sign up for his twentieth-century Japanese philosophy chair.Â
âoh, professor geto is just the best,â theyâd said. âhe makes it sound so interesting and engaging, he gives the most life changing assignments, he really cares about us.â
bullshit.Â
the first time you stepped into that classroom, suspiciously full for a philosophy class, you felt a shift in the air almost immediately.Â
and sure enough, professor geto suguru was eyeing you down like heâd just seen a ghost. it made you self conscious, like heâd taken one look at you and decided right then and there you were too dumb for the class.Â
it made your blood boil. sure, you stood out a little bit from the actual philosophy majors, but that doesnât mean he gets to judge you. he literally doesnât know you!
but fine, first impressions are tricky like that. for all you knew, you couldâve been misjudging him right there.Â
however, with each passing day, you grew more and more assured in your suspicions.
you knew the man had it out for you, always calling on you to answer when he knew you werenât paying attention, never grading your papers above a B even though you did everything right, somehow managing to fucking avoid you during his excessive office hours.Â
his looks were almost the most infuriating part of it.
his beautiful face constantly set in that nonchalant look, his big veiny hands always gesticulating, his huge fucking arms straining the fabric of those dress shirts, his ear gauges and man bun contrasting the prim and proper image the rest of him conveyed.Â
under different circumstances, heâd make your mouth water. under different circumstances, youâd imagine him going down on you all night long, singing praise about how good you taste and how tight you are.Â
but in this timeline, you absolutely loathed him. and he loathed you too. why? you didnât know.Â
but you knew for a fact that it was personal.Â
âi donât care,â megumi said around a mouthful of meatball, cutting your monologue short. âiâm not doing it.â
you sigh, melting into your chair. âmegumi. please. i am literally begging you, i just need some hard evidence so i can go report his ass.â
he eyes you curiously. âreport him for what?â
âi donât know. bullying? sexism? whatever the hell his problem is,â you pick at your food, huffing in annoyance.Â
âyouâre overthinking it,â megumi replies, dismissively.Â
âokay, how about this,â you lean forward, putting an elbow on the table. âif you write the assignment for me, iâll get your dog that expensive halloween costume youâve been wanting.â
megumi lifts an eyebrow.Â
âyou need to get one for each,â he says simply.Â
you grin. âdeal.â
suguru really does give it his all to make your life with him a living hell. pulls out all the stops, years of friendship with gojo satoru paying off as he comes up with ploy after ploy to get you to drop his class.Â
it feels bad, being mean to you. but for the hidden, twisted parts of him, it feels delicious.Â
watching you huff and puff, all hot and bothered when he corrects your answers on the spot. watching you nibble on your pen at the increasingly difficult exams he hands out. letting himself wonder if you missed a stream this week because you were too busy cramming for a make up test.Â
he knows heâs pushing you to your limit, and even if thereâs some sort of sick satisfaction in seeing you so agitated at his hands when itâs usually the other way around, he doesnât enjoy upsetting you.Â
the problem is, suguru knows itâs either he gets his shit together or he continues tormenting you, and, well.Â
the spirit is willing but the flesh is so, so weak.Â
he knows itâs getting worse, too, because heâs not infatuated by you only when youâre undressing on his screen, or all dolled up in class.Â
when you tie your hair up in a ponytail, when you suck on a hangnail, when you lick your thumb to erase a smudge on your paper⊠all of it drives him wild.Â
he canât teach with a permanent half chub anymore. this has to end, one way or another.Â
you sit down in front of your computer, adjusting the camera before turning it on. soon, viewers start trickling in, little dings notifying you of their messages.Â
you smile, waving at the screen.Â
âhi everyone! i know iâm a little bit late today, i hope you can forgive meâŠâ your eyes scan the chat, giggling at the compliments. ââyou look tired, sad faceâ, ah. iâm sorry. i guess iâve been a little stressed lately.â
your robe falls over your shoulder as you readjust your position. a few donations come in, accompanied by supportive messages.
âyou guys are so nice. itâs not a big deal, itâs just this dude giving me a hard time at college.âÂ
you absentmindedly trace your collarbones, reading what your viewers are saying.Â
âyouâll kill him for me? thatâs so sweet,â you joke. ânah, itâs not a student. itâs a professor. exactly, ynlover444, a grown ass man picking on me!â
you sigh deeply, allowing your body to finally unwind and relax on your chair. you prop a knee up against the armrest, giving your viewers a little peek in between your legs. youâre wearing one of your favorite sets, trying to get in the mood after the week youâve had.Â
âugh, sometimes i wish i could justâŠâ you suck in a breath, clenching your hand into a fist before releasing it. âsit on his face and get him to shut up, you know?â
you laugh at the countless me firsts that flood the chat, bringing a finger to your lip.Â
âanyway! enough about that horrible man,â you reach beside you to grab a box your viewers know all too well by now. âletâs get to the fun stuff, shall we?â
as always, satoru is no help.Â
âwhy donât you just fuck her?â he asks, eyebrows arching above his sunglasses. âya gotta just fuck her.â
suguru clears his throat before taking a drag of his cigarette. âiâm not fucking a student.â
satoru shrugs. âeverybody does it. besides, you basically already do.âÂ
suguru wonders, not for the first time, why he ever told his friend about his situation. about your streams, that heâd stumbled upon randomly and innocently and had gotten instantly hooked, about you barging into his classroom like an angel at hellâs gates, about you you you you, everything about you.Â
âthat wonât fix anything.â
satoru clicks his tongue, swirling his soda inside the can.
âpoor, naive suguru. did you not just tell me about what she said on her stream?" and yes, regrettably, suguru had told him. "itâll fix everything.â
suguru doesnât even let himself consider it, except he does.
at this point itâs no secret that heâs thought about being inside you, but now that youâre here itâs just too real and too risky and completely fucking wrong.Â
it goes against the entire life heâs built for himself.Â
heâs lost. he wants you so fucking bad, wants you close, wants you so far away, wants to ravage you and never have to see you again.Â
itâs fight or flight. if he got you alone, it could go either way, he realizes that.Â
suguru wonders what part of him will win by the end of all of this.Â
your heels clack on the linoleum floor of the hallway as you approach professor getoâs classroom, megumiâs graded paper clutched tightly against your chest.Â
the thing about megumi is that he's a star student. heâs never gotten anything below an A on any of his essays, makes the deanâs list every year, tutors his seniors. so the big, bright B- on the page tells you everything you need to know.Â
damn right itâs personal.Â
you donât even bother knocking, slamming the door open while still trying to contain your indignation.Â
geto is sitting at his desk, piles of papers sprawled on top. he has his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and a surprised look on his face that would be cute if you didnât want to slap it right off.Â
he says your last name like heâd been expecting you all his life.
âto what do i owe the pleasure?â
your jaw clenches as you take a few loud steps towards him. you slam megumiâs paper down on his desk, leaning over.Â
âprofessor geto, i demand an explanation. a real one, this time.â
the man takes a deep breath, lips twisting disapprovingly. he smoothes the paper over.
âas i already explained in my notes right here, the structure is fine, but i couldnât help but miss a more in-depth analysis of the four nodal concerns of philosophy that we talked about in class, such asââ
âno,â you interrupt. âjust no. you know youâre bullshitting me and iâm sick of it. this paper deserved an A!â
âmissââ
âwhatâs your problem with me?â you spit out. your eyes finally meet and thereâs nothing in getoâs that could answer your question. your chest is heaving, lips wobbling and hands shaking, trying to contain your anger.Â
geto clears his throat, visibly uncomfortable. âlike i said, your paper couldâve used a bit moreââ
âno it fucking couldnât have, because itâs not my fucking paper, itâs fushiguroâs fucking paper and the only reason you gave it a B is because i was the one who handed it in!â
he sits up, straightening his posture.
geto sounds austere when he asks, âdo you realize how much trouble this could be for both of you if i reported it?â
you canât believe this man. heâs been picking on you the entire semester and when you finally confront him about it this is what he chooses to focus on.Â
âare you fucking kidding me?â that earns you a stern look from him, eyebrow raising taller than that fucking high horse he sits on. âprofessor geto. what did i ever do to you?â
there must be something earnest in your voice because geto sighs, getting up from his chair.Â
he walks until heâs standing in front of you, leaning against his desk and crossing his feet.Â
âdo i bother you?â is all he says. it surprises you.Â
you jut your chin out. âas a matter of fact, you do.â
the man hums.Â
âi bet thatâs really difficult for you,â he speaks like heâs sympathetic, like he understands. he sounds almost sheepish when he says, âi bet sometimes you wish i would just shut up.â
you blink rapidly. âno, itâs not like that. it might shock you but i genuinely do enjoy your class, itâs just thatââ
âor maybe you wish you could shut me up,â he continues, ignoring you. âmaybe going as far as to say that you could⊠sit on my face to get me to shut up.âÂ
your mouth goes dry.
before your brain can fully process the shift in the atmosphere or the fact that your professor is maybe possibly hitting on you, you realize where those words are coming from.Â
itâs what you said. about him. on stream. right before fucking yourself on your hot pink dildo.Â
you canât speak, can barely even look in his general direction.Â
you had really thought things couldnât get any worse. had barged into his office with nothing to lose, almost hoping he would cordially invite you to remove yourself from his class permanently.Â
but now? now you have no idea whatâs going to happen to you.Â
âiâŠâ you start, the words dying in your throat. geto chuckles, crossing his fat fucking muscly arms across his chest.Â
he says your name, low and syrupy. âis it true? youâd like to?â
you can feel your face flush hot in embarrassment, and you shift your weight from one foot to the other, wishing desperately that youâd never walked into his classroom.Â
you have half the mind to apologize to him, right now.
âitâs just a figure of speech,â you try. geto clicks his tongue.Â
âwhat a shame.â
your wide eyes shoot up and meet his. âw-what?â
he smiles sweetly.Â
âitâs a peace offering. you can take it, or we can forget you ever said anything,â and isnât he just so slimey, actually, when heâs the one who brought it up. he had said it, and nowâŠÂ
now you can finally allow yourself to look at him.
those delicious, broad shoulders, the ever-present bored look, the stubborn fringe that falls out of his bun.Â
you could so easily forget what you came here for.Â
âso, like, a truce?â you ask, taking a daring step forward. geto nods, uncrossing his arms. âand you stop treating me like iâm fucking dumb?â
he tilts his head. âi think youâre a very smart young lady. determined. entrepreneurialâŠâ
âgetoââ
âprofessor geto,â he corrects you, hands reaching out to graze your hips. âyouâre intelligent. i just like to push my students.â
you both know thatâs a lie, but itâs okay, because now you know exactly why you got under his skin and it makes your own burn.Â
you run a hand down the line of buttons on the front of his shirt, looking up at him through your eyelashes.Â
âthen⊠push me, professor.â
itâs so incredibly lame, the porn line you hit him with, but to your surprise it works, a low groan rumbling deep in getoâs chest.Â
he swiftly closes the distance between the two of you, grabbing both sides of your face and crashing your lips together.Â
itâs ravenous, the way geto dips his tongue inside when you gasp in surprise. you moan against his mouth, slipping a leg in between his two.Â
heâs half hard already when he rubs up against your thigh.Â
geto picks you up with ease and sets you down on his desk, and itâs so fucking clichĂ©, the papers crinkling under your weight, the pens clattering to the floor. but it turns you on beyond belief.Â
you share a few open mouthed kisses, an exchange of tongue and moans and hot breaths between your lips.Â
if you were honest with yourself, you'd admit that you've fantasized about it before. a silly idea, at first, something you'd just blurted out mid-stream.
but that little seed had been planted, and when you got yourself off that night, you might've imagined for a moment that it was your mean professor's cock squeezed tight inside you, making you come undone.
geto slips his hands under your skirt, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to him. you line up your crotch with his, moving your hips in tight little circles that make the both of you groan.Â
his fingers are tugging your underwear down, down, the soft patch sticking to your gooey cunt. he lets the soaked fabric dangle from your ankle, grazing the back of his knuckles on your core.Â
âmmm, fuck,â geto breaks the kiss, swallowing. his pretty lips are flushed and shiny, parted around his panted breaths. âyou always get this wet or am i special?â
heâs smirking, the bastard, leaning back in to kiss your neck.
god, you smell so good, like lotion and perfume and sunshine and sin.Â
âshouldnât you know?â you sneak your fingers up into his bun, pushing your chest against him. he works his lips expertly on your skin, using just the right amount of teeth, of pressure.
geto hums against your neck, kissing a line up to your jaw. he snakes a hand under your skirt, thumb pressing down hard to rub on your clit, two fingers slipping inside.Â
you immediately clench, a soft, drawn out mewl leaving your lips.Â
the slide of his fingers against your walls send a chill down your spine, filling you up so perfectly. you feel the thin skin at your opening stretch around him, burning at the friction as his fingers plunge in and out of you.Â
âgod, look at that,â he rests his forehead on your shoulder and pulls the hem of your skirt up. âdo you hear that, baby? so fucking wet for me.â
you whine, hands cupping his jaw so you can kiss him again.Â
âpleaseâŠâ you mumble against his lips. âmoreâŠâ
you wonder how much of what you can say he's heard before, which exact words have left your lips and sent him over the edge. it makes you self conscious, oddly, like he can see right through you.
not-so-kindly ignoring your request, geto removes his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth.
you watch as his eyelids flutter in pleasure, a hum rumbling low in his throat.Â
he looks so good like this, just edible.
you pull him in for a kiss before he can, relishing in the surprised little noise he lets out. your knees are wobbling, feet dangling from your seat as you taste yourself on his tongue.Â
he swallows your moan hungrily, forearms trembling with the need to hold back.
geto knows this is wrong, so wrong on so many levels, puts both your positions in jeopardy, it makes him feel perverted and primal and so fucking alive.Â
heâs been watching you fuck yourself on those silly toys for god knows how long now, knows every spot that makes your hips buck, knows exactly how to make you cream like a debased slut around a cock.Â
it should feel unfair, how easy itâs going to be for him to make you cum, only if it werenât for the fact that your mere presence is enough to get him hard as fucking diamonds.Â
âtastes good, huh?â he whispers, thumb caressing your chin. you nod, smiling devilishly.Â
âtastes better on your tongue, prof.âÂ
geto groans low like a starved animal, holding your throat in his hand with a loose grip. heâs overwhelmed, that much shows, not knowing what to do with you or where to start. but thereâs one thing heâs sure of.Â
he presses one last kiss to your spit-slick lips before dropping to his knees.Â
you can hardly believe it. sulky, big bad bully professor geto suguru on his knees for you. you prop a foot up on his desk, your sole skidding on a piece of paper.Â
âscoot closer, please,â he asks, cordial even like this. you bring your ass to the edge of the desk, your dripping pussy hovering over his face.Â
he looks so good under you, hair already disheveled, a delicious tent in his tailored pants.Â
you tuck the hem of your skirt into the waistline so you can watch as he sucks your clit into his mouth, moaning like heâs fucking relieved.Â
you throw your head back, fingers buried in his silky hair as getoâs fingers find their way back inside.Â
he fucks them in and out of you lazily, pushing out strings of slick. geto slurps it all up, spreading your wetness all over your clit and sucking it back in his mouth.Â
god, his cock is straining in his pants but he doesnât dare touch it, canât until heâs inside you. you taste like fucking heaven, like all his fantasies, like he always knew you would.Â
youâre whining softly, bucking your hips into his face almost shyly, as to disrupt his pace.
you sound so much better in person, although he canât wait to have you moaning into his ear without needing the headphones.Â
âgod, this perfect pussy,â geto mumbles into you, his breathing labored. he runs a thumb all over your cunt, gliding it over your soaked lips. âbeen dreaming about it for so long.â
âyeah?â you ask. âtell me. tell me how you stroke your cock to me every night.â
and every night might be overselling it. geto is a busy man.Â
but your words do make him realize that no girl heâs had since he found your stream has satisfied him quite like you do. your flirty smile, your moans, the way they sometimes turn into uncontained giggles as you stuff your pretty cunt with a dildo.Â
so he tells you, blush spreading across his cheeks.Â
âfuck, i do,â he tongues your clit, tracing lazy circles. âi do. just look what you do to me.â
and there it is, that cheeky, slutty giggle, directed at something he said this time.Â
he takes his fingers out, spreading your opening with both thumbs as he licks you all over.Â
geto gulps, tongue dipping inside of you, sucking your clit into his mouth, sliding down to your entrance, every clench of your pussy pushing out more and more slick for him. no one's ever eaten you out as thoroughly as this.
âoh, fuck, sir,â it slips out casually, the way it would were you talking to any other professor. but given the circumstances, you revel in the deep moan geto buries into your cunt.Â
you trap your lips between your teeth to keep anything else from tumbling out, but itâs useless.
âplease, sir, iâm so closeâso close just keep doing that, yeah just like thatââ
âfuck,â he mumbles, pulling away to suck in a desperate breath. then, âfuck,â sultrier, right into your core.Â
you grind against his face, finding purchase in his hair as a final few flicks of his tongue push you right into the crest of a mind-numbing orgasm.
itâs so good, so much better than when you're alone. the friction so perfect, his long, thick fingers plugging you up last minute to viciously fuck into you.Â
âgodâŠ,â you breathe out, legs trembling as he runs his hands up your thighs.Â
his chin is glistening, bubbles of spit and cum gathering in the corner of his mouth. he looks so good like this, like he was meant to please you and nothing else.Â
geto feels like a fucking teenager, so goddamn close to busting in his pants at the sight of you. his dick hurts, balls tight and the head throbbing where itâs tucked into his underwear.Â
âplease, sweetheart,â he canât hold himself back any longer, slick fingers already undoing his belt.Â
you get to work on his zipper, pulling his pants down along with his underwear and damn.Â
you figured he was big. he was a tall man, broad shoulders, shoes the size of a yacht, and the bulge in his trousers was a pretty good indication. but it couldnât have prepared you for the sheer size of him.Â
longer than it is thick, cleanly shaven, pretty veins and ridges and standing angry red in attention. god, you want it inside you.Â
he notices you looking.Â
âdo you need more prep? i canââ
âno, fuck no, suguru, need it inside me now,â you wrap a hand around him and he hisses, caging you in with his arms on the desk.Â
he huffs out a laugh, blowing the fringe framing his face. âwhat happened to sir?â
you kiss down his jaw, squeezing right below his tip.Â
âsorry, sir,â you say against his ear. âare you going to punish me for my slip up?â
geto groans, pulling on your hair hard and making you face him.Â
âtake your shirt off for me,â he instructs, and you obey, maneuvering around his tight grip on the back of your head.Â
his spirit is so unbreakable.
here you are, teasing him, coaxing him to rough you up, push you around, relieve both your frustrations properly once and for all, but heâs just so⊠adoring, and hungry, and just so irrevocably into you, and you find out thatâs so much better.Â
geto relents his hold on you to unclasp your bra, cupping your breasts and sucking a nipple into his mouth. you whine, caressing his hair.Â
âso fucking perfect,â he massages your tits, looking mesmerized.Â
âyeah? they havenât gotten old to you yet?â
he laughs, so cute, and you can barely remember that just hours ago you hated the sight of him. you stroke his cock up and down, squeezing harder at the tip trying to milk all that delicious pre heâs been wasting on the inside of his boxers.Â
âno, f-fuckânever gonna get old,â he pushes your boobs against each other, imagining his cock sliding in between them, his balls nestled underneath, his load blown all over your pretty faceâ
fuck, heâs gonna cum if he keeps going like this.Â
he rips your hand away from him, ignoring your knowing smirk and pushing his tongue into your mouth.Â
âiâm gonna fuck you now, okay, sweetheart?â you moan, nodding, shimmying your hips so he can have the perfect angle.Â
a big hand clasps your thigh to wrap your leg around his hips as his tip pokes around your entrance.
youâre whining in anticipation, clenching around nothing, nails clawing his clothed back.Â
when he slips in, it feels like coming home. youâre like warm honey around him, cunt pushing him out but clinging to him at the same time, with every stroke. itâs fucking maddening.Â
âahh, g-god, sir, âs too bigââ you swallow around the lump in your throat, feeling the tip of his cock in your guts.Â
heâs huffing, concentrated, bullying his cock into you inch by inch with shallow thrusts until he finally bottoms out.Â
âfuuuuck, angel,â he grips your waist with both hands, like he could just fuck you up and down his length if he wanted to. âtook me so well, look at that.â
you do, dropping your heavy head to look at where youâre connected. you clench around him and he whines, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in.Â
the metal legs of the desk skid on the floor, papers and pens raining down to the floor as geto starts roughly plunging in and out of you.Â
you let out little ah, ah, ahs in time with his strokes, the ache deep in your stomach finally starting to fade.Â
âf-fuck, youâre gonnaâtopple us over, suguru, go easyââ
âcanât,â he chokes out, wheezing as he pushes his cock in as far as it can go.Â
he gives shallow little thrusts, his length straining the fine skin at your entrance so good, hitting a spot inside you over and over that makes your head spin.Â
your fingers twist into the back of his shirt, pulling him in to whine right into his ear.
heâs so big, stretching you out so thin that you feel every ridge and vein, can feel both your heartbeats inside your cunt.Â
âohhhhh fuck, fuck sir, please please touch meââ
he grabs your ass before you can even finish your sentence and presses you flush against his hips.Â
getoâs tip is kissing your cervix now, his balls sticky and creamy against your ass, your clit grinding against his pubic bone as his thrusts violently shake the both of you.Â
âfuck, wanna do it so fucking loud but i canât, we canât, what if someone walks inââ
you moan wantonly at his words, expecting to be chided, but geto seems to love it despite his worries because his cock kicks deliciously inside of you.
âlook how loud youâre being, listen to yourself,â he grunts out, the belt pooled around his feet clanging with every stroke, the absolutely lewd squelches from your pussy resonating in the entire classroom.Â
you two sound so good together, better than youâve ever had, better than he couldâve ever imagined.Â
âso loud, so wet on this cock,â he spits out, sweaty strands of hair sticking to his forehead. âdo those toys make you feel this good? this full? answer me.âÂ
âhahh, n-no, no one but you,â you canât think straight, head thrown back in pleasure and eyes squeezed shut. âonly you, sir.â
geto whines like heâs aching, pounding into you mercilessly and making a mess under the two of you.Â
âfuck yeah, thatâs right. iâm making you feel good, baby?â
âmm-hm,â you mumble, tongue lolling out. geto's going so hard now, has you pressed up so tight against him, body caging you in, fucking every breath and thought right out of you. âclose.â
âyeah?â he speeds up his effort slightly, and youâre sure heâs going to have desk-edge shaped bruises on his thighs tomorrow. âgonna cum on my cock? cream all over me?â
you let out a long, drawn out whine, tits bouncing up and down with the force of getoâs thrusts.Â
âlet me see your face when you cum, darling,â he cups the back of your neck, breathing hard through his nose. âkeep your eyes on me. thatâs right, sweetie, so good, youâre doing so good.â
you preen at the praise, feeling suddenly self conscious with the man's laser focus attention on you.Â
you coo out little noises, growing in desperation, holding onto his biceps for dear life as his hips piston in and out of you.Â
your pull him into you closer and rub your clit against him, grinding helplessly as your orgasm creeps closer and closer.Â
the moment you open your eyes and meet his hungry ones, youâre cumming. your walls spasm around him, making the glide of his dick impossibly wetter with your release.Â
geto chokes on a sound, his cock hostage of your pussyâs vice-like grip as your greedy cunt milks him for all he's got.Â
âf-fuck, baby, look so pretty when you cum, always look so fucking sexy so fucking perfect that youâre gonna make me bust, iâm gonna cum for you god gonna cum inside, gonna blow my load all deep inside this pussyââÂ
itâs the most desperate heâs ever sounded, speaking through clenched teeth and a soaked mouth. you moan in return, letting him use you.Â
he slams his forehead down your shoulder when he thrusts once, twice, three times and cums, his balls drawing up so tight that it hurts. he fucks it into you with shallow thrusts, panting, almost wheezing in pleasure.Â
it feels like it lasts forever, his orgasm. like all of the blood in his body goes straight to his balls to push out the thickest, most satisfying nut of his life into the prettiest girl he's ever seen.
you feel it fill you up so good, hear it, too, squelching and sticking to both of you.Â
getoâs body slumps against yours and you stay like that for a while, catching your breaths. thereâs cum sliding out of you, down his balls, onto some poor studentâs essay you have your ass on top of.Â
when he pulls out of you, he takes a beat to watch it spill out of you some more, his face and chest red, his smile groggy.Â
âgod, this,â geto has to fight the urge to say thank you for letting him fuck your brains out. he swallows.Â
âyeah,â you blink away the haze, feeling sore and fucked out. âthis.â
ââŠis probably going to happen again, right?â
he knows it shouldnât. he knows it will.
maybe both parts of geto can learn to coexist. Â
you grin, touching the tip of your tongue to his lips.Â
âwell, i still havenât made good on that promise of sitting on your face, have i?âÂ
the next morning, in class, the students erupt in happiness at the news that professor geto had an accident that ended up ruining most of last weekâs graded papers he had in his possession.Â
so he decided to give everyone an A for their troubles.Â
and finally, finally, there was peace in the world.
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A SPECIAL SHOW
Part 3 of kinktober | main masterlist
virgin!spencer x fem!reader; Lingerie, Exhibitionist/voyeur, overstimulation, squirting
No one wouldâve guessed you liked to touch yourself in front of billions of people online, except for your roommate, who you thought would be a great addition to your next late-night session.
Words: 6,213
a/n: my kinktober is running late. Oopsss
THERE WAS SOMETHING EXHILARATING ABOUT BEING WATCHED. You reveled in the sensation of being the center of attention. You weren't sure how it started, nor when it started, all you knew was that every Friday night you were always seatedâor sometimes laidâin front of your computer. Webcam on, chatroom on, and most importantly, your alter ego was on.
Princess_Pink is online.
It wasn't the most creative name, but it was your initial thought when you made your account. You had always taken a certain liking for the color pink. As for princess... well, there was nothing else to it, you just liked being called that.
Princess.no1.fan: i've been waiting for you!! Adam_4432: hey princess Keaton-bigdick: ready to jerk off to you baby Hardcock69: turn on your cam!
If you told your younger self that you'd be touching yourself in front of horny strangers online, you would've scoffed in disgust. Your past innocent self would definitely look down on your choices, which honestly, something you once had questioned too at one point. But the amount of money increasing in your bank account always stops you from doubting yourself.
It was partly the reason why you were still doing this. Your nine-to-five job wasn't going to cut out the expenses you needed, providing yourself in other ways was the only option. The reason was, yes, you needed the money, that was true. But deep down you were aware of how much you actually enjoyed doing this. If you once thought that these men watching you were disgusting, horny people, then maybe you were just as disgusting as they were.
And somehow you were okay with that.
Horny_BBC: turn your fucking cam on you slut JadenCums: don't talk to her like that JadenCums: she's not going to give us anything if we don't behave Princess.no1.fan:Â princess pretty please show us your sexy body
You turned your camera on. There it was, your reflection on the screen. Your baby pink lingerie, a silky second skin, clung to every curve, accentuating the elegant contours of your body with its deep neckline plunging gracefully. Your hair cascaded in loose waves, catching the soft lights in your bedroom, and illuminating your smooth skin. A coy, knowing smile played on your lips, revealing a self-assured confidence that was impossible to ignore.
"Hello, boys," you greeted, your voice deep and sultry. "Did you miss me?"
A chorus of replies filled the chatroom and you smiled. You loved the attention they gave you. It was something you never gained in your normal, mundane daily life, and you actually didn't mind it. You liked being the invisible quiet girl sitting at her own desk, minding her own business. But now you were exactly the opposite of that girl and you thrived on the desires that lingered in those who watched you.
But there was still some privacy that you needed to keep because honestly, you didn't want your coworker to know this secret life of yours. You used to wear a fancy mask that looked like it came out from a masquerade ball, but with how technology has developed, you now opted to use a filter that animated your features. It was perfect.
"I had a very rough week," you continued, playing with your hair. "But now that everyone is here..." You leaned forward, showing the soft curves of your cleavage. "...I feel so much better."
Adam_4432: fucking hot Keaton-bigdick: love the dress Keaton-bigdick: love it better on the floor
You giggled. "Patience, boys. You know how this goes. We play a little game along the way." You ran a hand through your hair. "So what game do you think we should play?"
Your eyes traveled along the comments. "Twister? How are we supposed to play that? OhâStrip poker? That does sound goodâwait! Yes! We should do a classic." A smile curled on your lips. "Truth or dare."
Fatcock_777: ok truth or dare princess?
You rolled your eyes. "Truth, duh. We're starting this slow."
You scanned through the comments and picked a question that seemed easy for you to answer.
Pussylicker: have you ever masturbated in public
"I have masturbated in public," you responded, biting your bottom lip teasingly as you looked straight into the camera. "I once touched myself at work because... well, I was desperate. Locked myself inside the bathroom and fucked myself with my fingers, it was so hard keeping quiet."
You then laughed at yourself. "Alright, next question. I'm still choosing truth, by the way."
JadenCums:Â will you ever bring a guest here? JadenCums: would love to see you getting fucked
This time you wiped your tongue along your lip. The mere thought of having someone else please you who was not yourself, right in front of these strangers online, aroused you in a way you never thought possible. You clenched your thighs together as you imagined yourself in front of the camera while somebody else was here to touch you, to tease youâto fuck you.
"Bringing somebody else here? Sounds amazing, to be honest," you answered. "But you see, I don't think I know anyone willing to do what I doâ"
Bang! Clink. Clink.
You stopped yourself and frowned. A sudden sound vibrated through your room, a jarring clash of clanging and clattering emanated from what seemed to be the kitchen. Your eyes darted toward the noise, curiosity, and concern merging on your face as you attempted to discern its source.
Another clatter followed through, louder than before.
"Wait a minute, boys," you mindlessly said to your audience, your eyes still narrowing on your bedroom door. "I'll be right back."
You quickly turned off your camera and muted your microphone, ignoring the protests thrown in the chat, and rose from your bed. With measured steps, you left the sanctity of your room and ventured into the adjacent kitchen. Your steps halted right at the moment you found your roommate stooping down to retrieve a fallen pan. The metallic clang resonated briefly, then subsided, replaced by the soft rustling of clothes and the muted glow of ambient lighting.
"Spencer?" You called out softly, your voice carrying a note of concern.
He straightened up, holding the pan in his hand. His response was apologetic, a musing note in his voice, "Sorry if I woke you. I couldn't sleep, and I thought drinking something warm could help me relax."
Your eyes wandered to the carton of milk that sat on the counter. "So you decided to make warm milk?"
"Apparently we ran out of tea..."
His voice trailed off as he looked up from the fallen pan, and as he met your gaze, time seemed to slow. His apology hung in the air, a mere whisper, as his eyes found your figure in the soft glow of the kitchen lights. The lingerie you wore, delicate and pretty, cast your curves in a subtle, alluring way.
There was one word to describe your roommate. Cute. He was really cute. If he wasn't so oblivious to your little, innocent crush, you'd already be worshiping the ground he walked on. Maybe you should've told him how you found his habit of dumping facts endearing, but then again, you felt as if he had been avoiding you ever since he found out about your late-night rendezvous with your computer.
Keeping it a secret from your friends, family, and colleagues was easy, you didn't see them often. But keeping it a secret from Spencer, your roommate who you see every day, who bluntly asked why you were whining every Friday night at the exact same time, was hard.
Surprisingly, you thought you'd be appalled by telling him the truth, but something about him made you spill out what you had been doing behind your bedroom door. He seemed like the type of person who never judged, and he obviously didn't when you told him you were doing it for the money. But even though he accepted your secret without pressing any further, you realized, he had been avoiding you ever since.
For a heartbeat, silence enveloped the room, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator. Then he finally tore his gaze away, clearing his throat, attempting to regain his composure. "It's Friday, huh?"
You stepped closer, your bare feet making a soft padding sound on the kitchen floor. "Yeah."
"Well, uh, you can go back to what you were doing. Don't mind me."
You couldn't help but study him with a sense of quiet fascination. There was something utterly captivating about the way he appeared in this unguarded moment, and you couldn't resist your curiosity as you observed his relaxed, almost nonchalant demeanor.
Your eyes trailed over him. The lower half of his body was swathed in loose-fitting pajama pants, their fabric patterned with a subdued design. The shirt he wore was equally unpretentious, and its well-worn, soft texture cradled his upper body loosely. His hair seized your attention next. It was disheveled and slightly tousled, its tips barely touching his shoulders.
Yet, it was his hands that captivated you the most. His hands were notably broad, his fingers long and deft. The veins that traced along the back of his hands were what had you staring further, and as you caught the way they flexed whenever he moved between the narrowed space, you wondered what it would feel like to have them on you.
And now the question from earlier kept on repeating in your head. Will you ever bring a guest here? If you had to choose someone else to please you, your answer would definitely be him.
"Hey, Spence?" He looked at you, and under the intense scrutiny of his gaze, your nerves tightened their grip on you. You quickly shook your head. "Never mind."
"Noâwait. What is it?"
"It's nothing, just forget it."
He took a step forward, closing the gap between you. "Tell me what you were about to say."
It was now or never, at least, that was what you kept convincing yourself. You then braced for the question that had been lingering on the tip of your tongue. "How do you feel about joining me?"
You noticed the frown forming on his face. "Joining you?"
"Yes, for my stream." The baffled look he gave you made you explain yourself further. "You don't have to be naked! And if you must know, I use this cute filter to hide my face in a way, but if you don't like that, you can be completely anonymous. I'll make sure your face is out of the frame."
You wanted to kick yourself. The silence that came after your proposition was gnawing at you, almost as if it was mocking your brassness. This was Spencer Reid, the hot-shot FBI agent you lived with who had been avoiding you for the exact reason, and you were now inviting him to join you? What on earth were you thinking?
"See? This is stupid. Forget I said anythingâ"
"What do I have to do? If... if I don't have to be naked."
You blinked, caught by surprise for a moment, and then your lips curved into a coy smile. He was interested.
"You can play with me."
You took a step forward.
"Touch me."
You took satisfaction in the way his eyes lowered down your body.
"Please me." Your eyes bore into him, liking the way they turned a shade darker as he kept staring at your cleavage. "Who knows? Maybe you'll be able to sleep after this."
His eyes swept along the expansion of your neck before they met your gaze. "Just... touch you? That's it?"
"That's it," you confirmed. You wanted to ease the tension, so you joked with a playful grin, "I'll split the money with you from this stream."
Spencer softly chuckled, the tension easing from his shoulders. "No, keep it. People pay to watch you, not me."
"So is that a yes?"
He exhaled a deep breath. "...yeah?"
It was really happening. Before he could regret his decision, you quickly reached for his hand and guided him to your room. He followed you quietly, and when you pulled him in, his eyes swept across your personal space, taking in the predominant color palette of pink that seemed to envelop the space with a cozy, feminine charm.
The heart of your room was undoubtedly your computer setup, strategically placed directly in front of your bed. There was a small camera perched on top of the screen and a professional mic placed to the side, and to be completely honest, the sight of everything was starting to intimidate him.
"I need to tell you something," he softly began. "This is my first time doing this."
You gently squeezed his hand. "I'd be surprised if you've ever done this before. You're not even on social media."
"No, I meanâ" He turned you around to face him. "I've never touched someone... intimately."
"Really?" Your eyes shot up as you noticed the way he emphasized the word. "Wait, Spencer... are you a virgin?"
There was a pause as he searched your eyes hesitantly. "Does it make me weird if I told you I am?"
Somehow that didn't surprise you, since you never actually saw him taking an interest in relationships, so your response was swift. "No. You're always weird regardless," you quipped, dissipating the tension with a teasing grin. "I'm kidding."
He smiled, although his question still lingered in the air, and he shifted the focus back to you again. "Do you still want me here?"
"I should be asking you that question, silly. Are you fine with all this?"
To your surprise, his response was affirmative. "Surprisingly, yes, I am."
"Then there's nothing to worry about."
He still looked nervous though, and without putting much thought into it, you closed the distance and stood on your tiptoes. Your hands softly held his jaw, and the moment you pressed your lips onto his, a sound of satisfaction erupted from his chest.
You sighed in contentment as you felt his hands sliding around your waist, holding you closer as you moved your lips against his. The kiss was slow and lazy, yet the sensation of it traveled along your body, leaving you almost breathless as you felt his tongue teasing your entrance. A moan slipped out of you as you buried your hands in his hair, tugging onto the strands desperately as your tongues collided with one another in a delicate trance.
Your lips on his were hot, soft, settling, and wet, pulling onto each other for more and when you finally stopped, his eyes were closed, heavily exhaling, his hair ruffled, and he looked like the prettiest mess ever.
"W- What was that for?" He whispered, still in his dazed state.
"Setting the mood." You slowly pulled away and walked over to your bed, sitting at the edge of it, positioning yourself back in front of your computer. "For someone who has never had sex, you sure know how to kiss."
He collected himself and looked at you as if you had offended him. "I've kissed other people before."
"I can tell." You then narrowed your eyes at him. "Alright, you ready?"
"I..." He took a tentative step forward. "I think so."
With practiced efficiency, you started up the stream again. The moment you turned on your microphone and camera, almost immediately, comments began flooding in. The chat scrolled rapidly. You let a mischievous smile tug at the corner of your lips as your eyes flicked to the monitor.
"Hey, everyone, sorry for leaving you so suddenly. But I guess this is your lucky day... because I have someone joining me tonight!" A chorus of excited responses flooded the chatroom and you giggled at the enthusiasm they were giving you. "Oh my, didn't know you guys really wanted a guest over here."
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Easy money, you thought to yourself, and by the way Spencer's eyes went wide, he also caught the amount of money sent to you when you were barely doing anything. "They give you that much for saying that?"
You couldn't help but laugh at his innocence. "Speâ" You stopped as his name almost slipped out your mouth. You cleared your throat and quickly corrected yourself. "Babe, they can hear you."
The pale complexion of his skin accentuated the subtle blush that tinged his cheeks, a result of either your affectionate tone or his embarrassment over his unfamiliarity with the situation. "Oh." He stared at your computer screen with uncertainty, his gaze filled with hesitation. "Right."
You urged him to come closer with your hand. "Come here, pretty boy."
He cast a fleeting glance in your direction, prompting an eye-roll as you observed his clumsy approach towards you. You eyed the camera and addressed your audience, "He's a little shy, please be nice to him."
As soon as he entered the camera frame, the comments section buzzed with curiosity. Many viewers wondered about the identity of this mysterious man, who happened to appear just as someone questioned a potential guest on the stream. Most of the other comments were positive, stating how excited they were, but a few of them disturbed you when they mentioned Spencer's physical appearance and how 'this fucking twig' didn't deserve to touch you.
You quickly guided your mouse to block them.
"I told you to be nice," you emphasized, your voice carrying a subtle edge. "I don't tolerate any form of harassment."
Spencer, seemingly oblivious, frowned at you. "What did you do?"
"Kicking disrespectful people out," you answered for him. Then, directing your attention towards him, you rose from your bed and gestured to the empty space. "Sit here."
He followed your instructions, settling onto the soft mattress as you adjusted your camera at a lower angle, making sure his face remained hidden from view. When you were satisfied, you instructed him to scoot back, which he happily obliged, because how couldn't he? He was captivated by what was happening.
Spencer never thought he would have his lower half on displayâalbeit still fully clothedâin front of thousands of people online. Yet here he was, sitting right in front of a camera, watching you as you slipped your knee between his thighs, urging him to part his legs. Nervous energy pulsed through him as he found himself in such close proximity to you, especially when you started to kneel right between him, clutching his shoulders as you steadied yourself.
"Someone dared me to show my cute panties," you mused, and even when you were addressing yourself to the stream, your eyes were locked with his. "Help me show them, babe."
His heart quickened as he looked up at you. "W-what do I do?"
You smiled at him and leaned down, pressing your lips against the shell of his ear, making sure he was the only one to hear you as you whispered, "Play with my ass, Spencer."
His breathing became shallow and erratic. He slowly reached out and put his wide hands on your hips before sliding them along your ass cheeks. He gently kneaded them, squeezing them with the utmost delicacy as if he was holding himself back.
Spencer had always been a gentle person, it was a fundamental aspect of his character, something he had known from the depths of his being. You liked that about him, it differentiated him from all the men you had ever been with. But right now you needed him to touch you with the same urgency you craved. You needed him to let go.
"You can do better than that, pretty boy," you pressed on, brushing your lips along his jawline. "Show the audience what they want."
Something in him switched at that moment. Maybe it was the way you were kissing down his neck. Or maybe it was the way you were pressed against him. Whatever it was, he suddenly felt less inclined to be gentle and, instead, he gripped onto your cheeks with more power. He squeezed them, holding your flesh with so much vigor that you had to hold onto him, burying your face in his neck.
He glanced past your shoulder and caught your reflection. He couldn't believe those were his hands on the screen; touching you, teasing you, pleasing you. You were definitely pleased with the way you kept on squirming against him. It mesmerized him how much you were responding to his simple touch, and now when he knew he could make you sigh in pleasure, he wondered how much more you could react the more he touched you.
Spencer pressed his hands at the back of your thighs before trailing them up your legs. He paused for a moment, hearing the way your breath quickened with anticipation, and smiled to himself when you let out a whimper as he squeezed your flesh again. The hem of your lingerie rode up your hips every time he moved, and your laced panties, with their fabric barely covering your already wet sex, were on display for the audience to see.
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He cocked an eyebrow, fascinated by how showing a little skin could earn you money. Curiosity took over him, and he let his fingers trail between your flesh before spreading them apart, showing off your wet patch to the camera. You arched your back, pressing your lips into his neck again as your arousal shot through your veins before it pooled right in your center.
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Interesting, Spencer thought, and slipped his fingers between the soft material of your panties before sliding it to the side, exposing your wet skin. His eyes shot up when someone gifted you another hundred dollars, and without much thinking, he brushed the pad of his fingers along your folds, loving the way you whined out a desperate moan right into his ear.
"You're doing great, baby," you told him breathlessly. Hearing your encouragement only made him want to please you even more. He let his middle finger glide along your dripping pussy, mesmerized at how wet you were, and braved himself as he slowly pushed his finger inside you.
He couldn't stop the sound of pleasure erupting from his chest when you squeezed around him. You were so wet, so warm, so incredibly tight. He thrust his finger in and out of you and you mewled, arching your back, grinding your hips toward his touch. And just as you were about to relish the sensation, he abruptly pulled his finger out of you and held you by the hips, gently pushing you off of him.
"Somebody dared you to turn around," he said, licking his lips as his eyes trailed along the front of your body, stopping right at your cleavage.
You smiled, amused that he was actually reading along the comments while touching you. Without saying a word, you got off the bed, your back still facing the camera. Your hands gently slid up your lingerie and you tugged on your panties down your legs, not forgetting to arch your back while doing so, making sure the camera captured the soft curves of your ass.
Spencer watched you intently. He watched the way your body swayed from each movement, appraising the swell of your breasts and the way your nipples pressed against the thin material of your lingerie, slightly teasing him behind the see-through lace. His eyes skimmed along your neck, stopping at your face, taking in the way you were looking at him with half-lidded eyes.
You were so beautiful. His fingers moved almost of their own accord, reaching out as if guided by some unseen force, wanting to touch you further. He rested a hand on your hip while his other hand slipped behind your neck, pulling you closer as he slightly reached out, meeting you halfway in a soft, enchanting kiss.
You melted right into him. His unexpected kiss threw you off as you weren't prepared for how passionate he was exploring your mouth; nipping your bottom lip, softly sucking the flesh as he pushed his tongue into you. He was kissing you as if he couldn't get enough of you, as if the first time he tasted you ignited the passion within him, forcing yourself to surrender to his touch.
As much as you wanted it to last, you pulled away, pressing your forehead against his, completely breathless as if the sheer magnitude of his kiss had stolen the very air from your lungs. "We should... we should keep the show going."
Your words reminded him that you were still being watched. "...Right."
Finally pulling away from him, you turned around and faced your monitor, reading along the comments on the screen. Although the camera didn't capture your kiss, the intimate atmosphere was unmistakable, and many of your followers began speculating about the identity of this mysterious man. They raised questions, even going so far as to wonder if he was your boyfriend.
How you wished that was true.
You shook your head and focused on the other comments, picking up the ones where they were throwing you some dares. One of them insisted for you to spread your legs in front of the camera which was honestly something you plan to do anyway.
So you sat between his legs, pressing your backside against his crotch, and stifled a moan when you felt his cock pressing into you. You could tell how hard he was, how aroused he seemed just by touching you. It was undeniably satisfying to be the one who had evoked such a response from him.
You leaned on his chest, placing your head right in the crook of his neck, and slowly spread your legs apart, finally exposing your flesh. Spencer could feel his slacks tightening, feeling himself going hard at the sight of you. The soft, ambient light in the room played a delicate dance upon your wet skin, accentuating its flawless smoothness. He also realized he wasn't the only one mesmerized by you, the chatroom also seemed to be buzzing with excitement.
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"I think they dared you to do something, baby," you mentioned, arching your back and spreading your legs wider. But Spencer's attention was somewhere else, most precisely, on your chest. Your nipples were begging for attention and he couldn't help but reach out his hands over the swell of your breasts. He gave them both a gentle, appreciative squeeze, admiring the way they looked in his hands.
"Babe," you whispered, your voice almost coming out as a whimper. "T- That's not what they want."
"But it's what I want," he said absentmindedly, too focused on watching the way his large hands covered your breasts. "They can wait a little longer."
His hands then moved to tug down the straps of your lingerie, your breasts spilling out from the sheer lace material and he groaned at the sight. "You're beautiful," he praised you, earning a soft blush along your cheeks. He palmed them again, watching the fleshy, supple skin contort around his touch. "No wonder everyone loves seeing your body."
Your breath quickened as you felt the sensations intensify, pleasure coursing through your body. "Are you sure you've never touched anyone before?"
He hummed a reply as he pinched your nipples between the calloused pads of his fingers, tugging them from your body as he cherished the gasp that left your lips. Letting go as he watched your breast bounce at the motion before repeating the action, wanting to pull more of those noises from your pretty lips. His eyes glanced over to the screen and smiled in satisfaction when your subscribers gifted you again.
"See? They like these as much as I do," he mentioned, giving your breasts a final squeeze before down your stomach, across the dip of your navel, up and down the thickness of your thighs until he stopped between your legs. Fingers lathered down your slit, feathering at your folds and experimentally teasing around your entrance. He watched himself as he pressed onto your pussy lips, spreading them apart for your viewers to see.
This position wasn't unfamiliar to you, you had spread your legs for the camera countless times, but to have another person touching you overwhelmed you in a way you didn't know possible. And when you thought you couldn't take more of the pleasure building up in your body, he proved you wrong by pressing a finger right onto your clit, making circular motions right on top of it.
You couldn't help but let out a moan louder than you intended to. "Babe..."
You gave into the sensation, watching as his fingers continued their exploration. You could already feel him harden with each steady, rhythmic beat of his heart while his fingers explored you, collecting the slick of your arousal before spreading it along your folds.
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Spencer didn't have to be asked twice, sliding his middle finger into you. You let out a gasp. "Fuck, baby..." Your eyes were transfixed on the screen as you watched the way his hand flexed, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you before adding another one, stretching your inner walls.
You whimpered as he began to thrust into you and your body jerked involuntarily. Your room was quickly filled with the lewd sound of his fingers plunging in and out of you as he kept a steady pace, fingers rutting into your tight hole, your slick inner walls clenching around him with each thrust. He watched your reflection on screen with curious eyes, catching the way your breath hitched and the way your lips fell split.
His fingers were long and thick, dragging along your walls. The moment of gentleness was suddenly gone when he picked up the pace. The speed turned into a ferocious one as if he was trying to reach deep inside of you and force something out. A reaction. He wanted to force another reaction out of you, more than you were giving to him now.
"That's itâfuck." You gasped, feeling that familiar coil in your stomach. "Don't stop. Don't fucking stop."
He curled his fingers inside of you, making your body jolt. He pressed the palm of his hand on your clit, and with every thrust, his skin rubbed against it. Your hips jerked against him again as a tiny moan escaped your lips, your head slumping against his shoulder.
"Faster," you managed to squeak. "I-I'm close."
Who was he to disobey your wishes? He obliged to your needs and pumped his fingers in a mind-numbing speed. The intensity made it hard for you to think, your body trembling as you felt the coil inside you tighten desperately.
A guttural whine left your lips as he began to pump his digits in and out of your sloppy pussy, focusing on the same spot inside of you with each flick of his wrist. Your mouth parted in a squeal as your toes curled, the soles of your feet digging into your mattress as he continued to thrust his fingers inside you, helping you to ride out your release.
Maybe it was the inexperience of sex, the way he had never seen a woman come undone right before him, that piqued his curiosity. It was his first time, and he found himself irresistibly drawn to the unknown, his eagerness to explore and understand the human body, especially your body. Every sensation, every moment, was tinged with the exhilaration of discovery, which led him to continue rocking his fingers into you, not slowing down even when you were a whining mess.
"Baby..." you whimpered. "W-What are you doing?"
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A new surge of pleasure engulfed you, a sensation unlike before. It coursed through your veins like a sweet, intoxicating elixir, so utterly consuming. Your hands clutched at the bedsheets, kneading them between your fingers as you felt this unusual sensation creep up on your lower half. It became so overwhelming your body was trying to ignore it, your eyes clenching shut as his fingers continued to pump into you.
"Oh, shit," You gasped. "I-I can'tâ"
Spencer's eyes flickered between the comments telling him not to stop and the way your body trembled in his arms. His free arm slid around your waist, pulling him into his chest as he gently whispered, "Do you want me to stop?"
Your lack of an answer was enough for him to keep going, digging his fingers deeper inside you, pressing onto that same spot repeatedly. He felt you shaking again, noticing the way your mouth fell apart as you gasped for air.
"I got you," he said softly, his eyes trailing down your body and his fingers between your legs. "Breathe," he instructed, slightly pausing when you clenched around him.
"N-No, don't stop," you begged him. "I can take it."
He curled his fingers again and you arched your back, hips bucking against his hand. "Oh god," you cried out, your voice sounding a little raw. "That's itâfuck, I'm gonna cum again."
He started to speed up, a sound of pleasure leaving his lips when your pussy started to squelch. It didn't take long for you to reach your second high as he doubled his movement, thrusting into you faster. You were shaking uncontrollably, and as you were about to calm your breathing from the overwhelming pleasure, another sensation burned between your legs.
You tipped your head back as it traveled along your body, clamping your thighs together only for him to push them apart again with his other hand. Every touch from him sent shockwaves of ecstasy, making your limbs quiver and your breath hitch. The sensation was so consuming that it turned your thoughts into a mushy, incoherent whirlwind, rendering your mind of rational thoughts.
"F-fuck, fuck, fuck," you cried out. The intensity of it overwhelmed you to the point your tears began to flow. "R-right thereâ"
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Your body trembled uncontrollably, each shiver echoing the overpowering sensations that consumed you, and you couldn't hold it anymore. A harsh whine was torn from your lips as your release rippled through you. You gasped as your cunt began to convulse, a clear stream of liquid gushing from between your thighs as you cried out, "Speâ"
Spencer grunted as he clamped your mouth with his free hand, stopping you from calling out his name. He quickly pulled his hand and rubbed your clit furiously as he tried to coax more of the liquid from your convulsing body. Your body quivered as his meticulous touch kept you teetering on your high, the pleasure flowing through you as you continued to come undone.
He watched as your chest rose up and down, your perky breasts moving every time you tried to calm your breathing. Your body was still shaking in the aftershocks of your orgasm, but you didn't want your viewers to see you in your most vulnerable state, at least not now when you were still trying to comprehend what just happened. So you sat up and quickly turned off your stream before you glanced at your drenched sheets and the mess you splattered across your desk.
âI- Iâve neverââ You were shocked, the sensation completely new to you. "That... that never happened to me before."
You could hear the triumph in his voice as he replied, "Really?"
You were torn between amusement at his gloating and embarrassment at your own overwhelming experience. You turned your head to see him sitting there, grinning sheepishly at you. Your eyes flickered between his legs, noticing the outline of his cock pressing against his pants, and even by the shadow of it, you could tell his size was bigger than you anticipated.Â
It didn't take long for you to make a move, really, because he was staring at you with doe eyes filled with lust and you couldn't stop yourself from climbing onto his lap, earning a moan from his lips as you settled right on top of his cock. Your wetness covered him and it took a lot of self-control for him not to pounce at you right at this moment.
"Hey, Spence?" Your voice was sweet, the tone of it reminded him of the way you had asked him to join you when you both stood in the kitchen. His ears perked up as he held you by your waist.
"Yeah?"
You smiled down at him.Â
"What do you think about losing your virginity?"
He had never agreed to anything so fast in his life.
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ANIMALS ft. Natty
natty x male reader smut
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âAll Iâm saying is,â Natty starts, like she always does, with more unsolicited advice than you can handle at 2 AM, "for someone that complains so much about not having a sex life, you really donât do much to fix it."
âAnd what, oh wise friend of mine, is your recommendation.â
âI donât know. Get a haircut. Dress better. Try not being a massive pussy?â Natty shrugs. Or at least you think she does. Only so much you can tell over the phone.
You sigh. Bite back the urge to tell her to fuck off. But then, who else would talk you to sleep at this ungodly hour? So instead, you concede the point. âNoted.â
âOr, you know, if itâll stop you from being such a little bitch,â and now sheâs laughing, cackling really, and not once has that ever, ever meant anything good. "You could always just fuck me."
â
Two weeks and twelve hours post-Nattyâs incredibly unhelpful suggestion that did absolutely nothing to alleviate you of your insomnia, and youâre back on the phone with her.
Only this time, there's video.
So, yay.
"Help me, please."
Itâs a Friday and Natty's begging, again.
Because she knows she can count on you, knows that youâve long since resigned yourself to your fate as Nattyâs on-call âfixerâ. There for everything from life-changing career decisions to helping her figure out what show to stream next.
And now, apparently, choosing her outfit for tonight.
âHelp me, help me, help me, help me.â
God, this woman and her begging. Knowing full well that itâs your kryptonite.
"Okay, okay, okay," you're relenting, much earlier than usual. Mostly because as far as Nattyâs petulant requests usually go this oneâs a walk in the park. âBut donât you have people for this sort of thing? People who donât, and I quote, âhave a dogshit taste in style?ââ
âIt is dogshit!â Natty calls out, already turned around and leaving you (her phone) on the vanity, facing out to her bedroom and all its hideous pinkness. She disappears from the screen, diving deep into her closet for yet another pair of shorts that will most certainly hug way too close, or a top that dips way too low, or a pair of heels that screamâ'hey, I have legs, would you like to spread them?' "But!"
Natty returns to the camera with a leather beltâoh no, that's a leather skirtâin hand; clad in nothing but a casual cotton bra/underwear combination that sheâs filling out far too well for your sleep-deprived brain to handle.
She holds up the skirt against her waist for your consideration. Poses. It wouldn't cover a thing. Or maybe that's the pointâagain, you don't have any fashion sense, whatsoever.
âYouâre a man, and I need a manâs opinion because Iâm hoping to take one home tonight to fuck my brains out until I forget about this shit-storm of a week. So, you knowâhelp a girl out?â
âAs always, you have quite a way with words.â
Natty leans towards the camera, bending down to stare right at you. It makes entirely too much sense that sheâs built an entire career around doing just this.
âItâs my third language, asshole.â
The insult lands softer than she likely intended, considering well, youâre a little too distracted to take it. Itâs entirely her fault. The angle makes her tits look far too immaculate to pay any attention to her mouth.
Maybe she should consider going out just like this?
Yeah, thatâd definitely get her fucked.
But, she frowns before you can make the suggestion, turning on her heels and sashaying back to her closet, leaving you to choke on air at the sight of her ass stretching out her favourite pair of panties. (The white pair with the pretty-pink bows. The one that rides up her ass when she stretches, bends, sneezesâbasically any time sheâs not standing perfectly still. And even then.)
Anyone else and this whole thing would be weird. Well, weirder than it already is.
See, you and Natty have this thing; this odd, cat and dog relationship thatâs been going on since what feels like the dawn of time:
Youâve watched her shamelessly cycle through men faster than a teenager through a box of tissues, leaving a trail of broken hearts and broken cocks in her wake.
While sheâs been forced to witness every time youâve met âthe oneâ, only to be there months later to help pick up the pieces when youâre burying your feelings in video games and alcohol and porn, wondering how it all went so wrong.
All this to say that seeing Natty bouncing around in her underwear with that laser-beam of a smile of hers; with all of her soft curves, thick thighs, her ridiculous ass and again, those immaculate fucking tits isn't that unusual.
In fact, it doesn't really do anything for you at all.
(Fucking liar.)
âHere, how about this.â Natty appears from the corner of the screen, having found a top thatâs somehow made of even less material than the bra sheâs already got on. The gall of her to ask, "Too much or not enough?"
You deadpan. âDoes it come in adult sizes too?â
Natty grins, because she can read it right on your stupid face. She looks so, unbearably hot. Without even trying that hard. This bitch. âSo just right, then.â
And then she twirls, leaving you to face her back, and before you even have time to blink, Nattyâs bra has fallen down her shoulders; and youâre hating how you lean in to look because this damn app has no zoom feature to save your sorry eyesight.
Her fucking tits. Perfect, bouncy. Even through the pixels, even from behind, you can still see the way they spill.
She slips on her chosen top for the eveningâa tiny, strappy numberâand spins back around to face you in all her Natty glory. By the skin of your teeth, youâre looking away and leaning back, feigning nonchalance and leaving her none the wiser.
You think.
âYou know,â Natty says, tilting to one side, hand on hip. Fuck, even that slightest movement makes them bounce. Utterly, utterly obscene. âYou should just come tonight.â
Youâre saying, âFuck no,â before sheâs even finished her sentence. âComing tonightâ means âclubbingâ, and âclubbingâ means being stuck listening to the shittiest music, surrounded by the worst people in all of Korea, drinking overpriced slop and watching Natty turn down a revolving door of douchebags on the dancefloor.
So, yeah.
If âfuck noâsâ were bricks, youâd be building the Great Wall of âFuck Noâ, big enough for aliens on the other side of the galaxy to see with a fucking telescope and have their first contact with the human race be a giant âFuck Noâ.
And thatâs your polite way of turning her down.
Yet somehow, Nattyâs hardly deterred.
âCome on, itâll be fun,â Natty sing-songs, shuffling on her tiptoes, shifting her weight from foot to foot, making her entire body jiggle. Itâs like sheâs intentionally trying to sell you on the idea with every little movement. Make you believe that if you came with her, youâd be able to find someone who comes close to looking half as good as she does in that⊠whatever-the-fuck that is. Bralette? Crop top? Whatever. Fat chance. "Come on, come, come, come. Be my wingman please!"
You already have your second âfuck noâ queued up, but Natty just wonât stop fucking talking.
âDonât you want to get laid? Donât you think you need to have fun after whatâs-her-name?â Natty continues, pouting at you through the screen.
And there it is, a study in how Natty usually gets her wayâjutting out her bottom lip, digging her thumb into the waistband of her panties to expose just a smidge more skin, leaning just right to make her tits look like theyâre about to pop out. Itâs like sheâs got a fucking manual. Â
âDonât tell me youâd rather stay at home with Handalf the Grey than come out with me and all my hot friends?â
âYou mean having to clean up after all your âhot friendsâ and their bullshit while you run off to score free drinks?â You retort, recalling all the other times when she managed to entice you out of your self-imposed isolation and into the deafening, sweaty hellhole known as a nightclub.
âSaid hot friends that youâre too much of a pussy to hit on, mind you,â Natty chides, and then oh-so-casually decides to drop this nugget: "They all like you, you know, they'd be more than happy to break this dry spell of yours if you just asked. Donât act like I havenât seen the way you look at Julie."
You can feel your cheeks reddening. Youâre not a teenager. You shouldnât blush at this shit. But here you are, falling for Nattyâs words and their magical abilities to needle at your insecurities and fill your head with thoughts of her friends and all their... well, incredibly positive attributes.
Natty pounces on your lapse in composure and gets closer to the camera, crouches. Drops down so sheâs on her heels and all you can see in that tiny window of your phone is the red of her plush, plump lips.
âCome, you pussyââ
âNattyââ
âDo it pussyââ
âNatty, if you think thatâs going to workââ
âPussy, pussy, pussyââ
Youâre yelling down the phone: âFuck, fine!â
Nattyâs victory dance is already in full swing before the words have even left your mouth. Bouncing around her room in pure joy at once again having ruined your evening. Dancing in that barely-there outfit, treating you to entirely sinful ripples across her curves and dips, pure sex on a pair of toned legs. Really makes you wonder how the fuck is she not illegal in at least fifty different countries. Â
You hide your face in your hands, because there it is, the reason youâve never really been able to deny her:
Her laughter, her energy, her fucking shameless glee whenever she manages to get her way (which, if youâre keeping count, is every single time).
Sheâs just so frustratingly adorable.
Somewhere in her celebrations, Natty finds exactly what she was looking for. Reaches down to the floor, picking up a beltâno, thatâs another skirtâthis one even tinier than the first.
âOh, this is perfect,â she preens, holding it out to the camera (to you), before stepping right into it. She spins around, making it dance around her hips. It does wonders for her thighs. "How do I look?â
You swallow. âLike youâre going to get fucked tonight.â
The glint in Nattyâs eyes. Like youâve just served up the finest compliment on a silver platter. You feel sorry for whatever poor soul crosses her path tonight.
Natty winks. âHereâs to hoping.â
â
Guess what?
Turns out you were right: this is the worst place in the world.
Only, youâre the sole person here that seems to think that.
Hours have passed since you helped Natty look perfectly fuckable and youâre at the bar, trying and failing to get the attention of the bartender. Unfortunately, he, like every other male with a beating heart and a boner seems far more interested in Nattyâs little dance routine than his thirsty clientele.
You canât blame him, really. Itâs built in how she moves.
Strobe lights cutting through the air like knives, slicing her into this series of absolutely pornographic snapshots as she dances. And sheâs not alone, she has friendsâbeautiful, all of them, in their own ways. They spin and twirl around her; but Nattyâs the sun here, the star that everything orbits.
(You included).
You see it play outâthe Natty effect. Men, even women alike gravitate to her, drawn by that magnetic force that is Natty at her very best. Trying to get a dance, maybe whisper a line they stole from some movie in her ear, even dare to reach out to touch or press themselves up against her.
But sheâs a black hole, a dark star. Canât get too close.
One by one, theyâre swallowed up by the void of Nattyâs disinterest. The shoulders slump, the smiles falter, and the hope in their eyes dies as Natty, with a simple flick of her wrist sends them stumbling back into the crowd, forgotten almost immediately.
And the whole time sheâs doing this, sheâs got you in her line of sight. A wink here, a smile there, a dance on its own; and all you can do is nod and pretend like youâre okay with all this.
You inhale. Deeply.
Her outfit looks even tinier in person.
You turn away for just a moment, shaking off thoughts of Natty, of her hips and their sway and her winks and her smile; attempting (and failing) to flag down the bartender once more.
This fucking night.
But, when you look back, Nattyâs no longer on the dancefloor.
Sheâs standing next to you. Arms looping around your neck.
âNattyââ
But sheâs not listening. Her eyes are darting around the room, searching for somethingâor someoneâthat you canât see. Your stomach clenches, because that look on Nattyâs face? Thatâs not her usual Iâm-about-to-make-some-poor-soul-my-bitch look. Thatâs something else entirely. Thatâs fear.
âShut up, I need a favour,â sheâs in your ear, yelling over the thrum of the bass thatâs rattling your ribcage.
You lean in, bend down to meet her, because, frankly, youâre worried. Youâve never seen Natty like this, wide eyed and shaky. Never seen her be anything but comfortable.
Youâve also never been this close to her. Felt her breath hot against your neck, felt her body press up against you, felt her softness, felt herâ
Fuck, you should be asking her whatâs wrong, but before you can even do that, the bartender's filling two shot glasses and sliding them over to Natty.
She takes one. You take the other. It tastes lethal.
Nattyâs nails dig into the back of your neck, and she looks at you, intense. Words fast and frantic. âJust pretend weâre together, okay? For a bit. Until I can figure this out. Justâjust keep playing along, yeah?â
You blink. The room blurs around you. You think you mightâve misheard. âWhat?â
âBe my boyfriend,â she says, taking a second shot before you can even digest the first. âI need you. Thereâs some creep and I need you. Now, please?â
You turn immediately, scanning the floor, but the lights and shadows make it near impossible to make out anything other than vague shapes and strobes of colour, let alone pinpoint a face. "Natty, where is he, I canâ"
"No, no, no," she cuts you off with a shake of her head. âFocus on me.â
âWait, why do I have toââ
âOh, shit there he isââ
And then sheâs kissing you.
Ending whatever argument you may have had, because sheâs grabbing, pulling you in, and her lips are on yours and oh fuck, sheâs really, really kissing you.
Itâs a slap to the face, and you need to reel in from the sting. Because youâre already forgetting what youâre doing, forgetting how your limbs work, because Nattyâs putting on the performance of a lifetime and youâre having trouble keeping up.
Her hands are in your hair, yours at the small of her back, and sheâs pulling you close, squishing against you and the taste of herâsweet like candy and sharp like vodkaâfilling you all the way up.
Your tongue catches up, flicking against hers, licking inside of her mouth and sheâs even convincing youâas if sheâs the one thatâs always been into the love at first sight bullshit and youâre the non-believer.
And itâs a problem, how right this feels. Because this isnât what friends doâdefinitely not Natty and you. But still, you can feel her tension, her need for this to be believable; and you donât dare to fuck it all up.
So you kiss her back, because thatâs what you do for Natty.
You always do what she needs.
Youâre about to pull away; this should be enough to have every single person here convinced that youâre hers and sheâs yours. But Nattyâs already sliding her tongue back in your mouth, pleading, âKeep going,â the moment a gap opens between your lips; and youâre diving back into the kiss without a second thought.
And then you hear it.
A flash of a camera.
A cheer.
A whistle.
Julie, Haneul, BelleâNattyâs friends, staring at you like proud fairy godmothers witnessing their own magic at work.
You break the kiss. You look down at Natty.
She giggles.
You feel like a fucking idiot.
"There is no creep, is there?"
Natty shrugs, looks up at you, and she actually looksâwhat is this? Shy? Embarrassed?
"There couldâve been," she says, her eyes wide and innocent, a mask. You see through her like you should have when she first wrapped her arms around your neck. Â Oh sure, like sheâs ever been innocent for a second in her entire life.
Sheâs far too smug for that.
You roll your eyes. You feel like every other idiot thatâs ever fallen for a bat of her lashes and a peek at her tits. Hope is a hell of a drug, especially when Nattyâs the dealer. And yet, despite yourself, the corner of your mouth quirks up. "You're fucking insane."
âMaybe.â Thereâs a long pause. Sheâs staring at your mouth. She presses a finger to your sternum. âBut I had to do something.â
It takes a second. What?
What does that mean?
You stare at Natty, lick your lips. Her taste still lingers.
âAsk yourself the same question Iâve been asking myself for months now,â she says, louder this time, her voice cutting through the noise of the club and hitting your ears with a sobering clarity.
You know what sheâs going to sayâwhat sheâs going to ask before sheâs even opened her mouth. Youâve been asking yourself the same thing too.
So, swallow hard, try to ignore the way Nattyâs friends have gone quiet. Try to ignore Nattyâs hand still resting against your chest, her eyes burning a hole right through you.
âWhy havenât we had sex yet?â
The bloodâs rushing to your cheeks; the music's too loud, the lights too bright, and the room's suddenly spinning around you like a carousel.
Fucking embarrassing.
But Natty doesnât crack a smile. She just looks up at you. Hopeful. Searching you, searching your eyes for an actual answer; and you already know what it is.
âBecause, Natty, weâre friends.â You offer up a weak smile, hoping against hope that sheâll buy it.
But she shakes her head. âOh, please. Like thatâs ever stopped anyone before. Besides, if you want to put a label on it, call it whatever the fuck you want. I just know what I need. Do you?â
You sigh. She gets closer. And closer.
Until your nose is brushing hers. Until her breath is hot on your face, until your heart is racing so fast you can feel it in your ears. Until her hand is sliding down, down, down, until itâs resting over your pants and oh, oh no, youâre straining.
You gasp. She smirks.
âSee? You want it too. And I know you do, because, sweetie, your cockâs practically begging me to pull it out and shove it between my tits right here in front of everyone.â
She just throws it out there, so casually, so bluntly, she might as well be talking about the weather. And maybe, maybe itâs the alcohol, or maybe itâs just Natty being Natty, but fuck you canât do anything but stay frozen still.
Youâre letting her hand linger. Youâre letting her touch you like sheâs got every right in the world. Youâre letting her because thereâs a part of youâthe part thatâs growing by the secondâthat wants to see just how far sheâll take this.
âSo, what is the real reason, ba-by?â
Because youâre in love with her. Youâre in love with her, and you canât just have casual sex with someone youâre in love with because it will ruin you.
But you donât say that. Instead, you just tell her: âTiming.â
That makes her laugh. Has her closing what little gap remained between your bodies, until her tits are flush against your chest, and youâre coming to the conclusion that, yes, you did help her pick out the perfect outfit for tonight.
Perfectly, hopelessly, fuckable.
âWell,â she says, and sheâs pulling you back down again and shutting you up with yet another kiss. âWeâve got all the time in the world now, donât we?â
â
Youâve been here before.
Many, many times before.
You installed the showerhead and fixed all the cabinets yourself. Even secured the lock that youâre now unlocking with the digits that you coded.
But somehow, it feels like a first.
First time youâve kissed her in the back of a car, pushed your hand up her skirt, felt the heat of her against your fingertips. First time youâve pinned her against the wall of an elevator, made her feel just how desperate you were for her against her thigh, made her promise to be so good for you when you got to her door.
First time being pulled through the threshold, hands at your chest, tearing your shirt off you before youâve even stepped foot in her apartment. Had her smiling against your mouth, because sheâs won, again, and you canât even bother to argue because youâve lost to her so many times now that this shouldnât be so surprising.
What is surprising though is how youâre naked first.
"Terrible, terrible taste." Natty's clicking her tongue as your shoes, your shirt, your pants are scattered along the floor behind you. âWeâll have to fix that.â
And then sheâs moving on, hands clawing down your stomach to land at the waistband of your underwear, hooking her thumbs in and yanking down. Youâre so obviously hardâyouâve barely made any effort to hide it from herâfuck, you pretty much flagged down the taxi with it.
"Holy fuck," is the first thing out of Natty's mouth when she takes a hold of you, feeling the naked weight of you in her palm. "Youâre really not messing around, are you? I was expectingâ"
"A sad, lonely little thing," you finish for her, because you've heard it before. "Yeah, you like to mention it a lot."
But Nattyâs not laughing now.
Sheâs just staring. Almost reverently. She decides, her voice a little raspy, tinted with an apprehension that you never knew she was capable of mustering, "I like it. It's... massive."
You lean in, pressing your mouth against hers because if sheâs going to say that, youâre going to kiss her, again and again, and thereâs a strong possibility you're never going to stop.
She whimpers, gasps into your mouth, says your name for the first timeânot some nickname, not a jab or an insult. Just your name, in your ears, like itâs something sacred.
Youâre not a saint. You canât ignore that.
Your cock jumps in her hand, and as if on instinct, she strokes you.
It's slow, purposeful. She's too good at this. Knows the right pressure, where to twist and wind her wrist. How to sweep her thumb over the tip, smear pre-cum over your skin, and this entire time she's staring down at your cock like she's discovered something new.
âThis is going to ruin me, isn't it?â she whispers, and you nod, because your voice is lodged in your throat and sheâs stealing the air from your lungs. âGoing to fit so fucking nicely inside me. Fuck itâs going to stretch me.â
You groan, collapse your weight into Natty, press your lips against the column of her throat.
Both hands now, one underneath, toying with your balls, balancing them in her fingers, and the other doing its best to squeeze, to pump, to make you fall for her with every stroke.
âI canât wait to ride this,â Natty kisses these words into your cheek, your jaw, leaves these marks all over your collarbone. âI wonder if I can fit it down my throat. God, can you imagine what itâll look like between my tits?â
And that makes your cock throb.
Because face it, Natty has always had a way of getting into your head; is far too dangerous with her words, and sheâs all too willing to abuse this power she has over you to get you do what she wants, which is now, apparently, fucking her senseless.
You let her, let her build and build this pressure, let it coil inside you, tighter and tighter. Until the need to feel her, all of her, is too much to handle.
Until you grab her, take her by the shoulders, push herânot hard, but firmlyâagainst the nearest wall.
Youâre not gentle about it, because Natty doesnât want gentle. She wants rough, she wants passionate, she wants to be fucked and have her cunt worshipped by way of complete ruin.
Sheâs told you as much.
"That's more like it," Natty bites into your ear, grips your shoulders. She follows your eyes. "Let me guess, my tits?"
So, maybe she has caught you looking once or twice. Either way, you donât care much for her top anymore, itâs served its purpose. You take a fistful of it and pull, ripping it right off her and tossing it to the floor with everything else thatâs kept the two of you from tearing each other apart.
âBetter?â Natty poses for you, puts her tits on displayâand yeah, you were right all along. Fucking immaculate.
You take a hold of one, palm it; fill your hand with flesh, twinge those dark, plump nipples, because of course youâre going to. Youâre going to pinch and squeeze and suck on them. Youâre going to mark her like sheâs already done to you. Mark them, with your teeth, with your tongue. Fuck, youâre going to make them yours.
But for now, you're just going to slap them, because you want to watch them jiggle up close.
You laugh. Natty does too.
"Much better."
And with that, youâre back on her. Kisses that are sloppy, wet, and filled with all the pent-up want that's been simmering for months. You donât even know where to begin with Natty, but you start with her mouth. Itâs a good place. Itâs always a good place with Natty.
Her hand doesnât stop moving, canât, wonât. The friction is heaven; you just let her touch you, fuck her hand while you indulge in her tits. Get to know the weight of them, the balance, the softness.
A sigh into your ear as your tongue finally finds her breasts, deep and messy, sliding over her nippleâsheâs already so sensitive, just a flick and sheâs gasping. Youâre not even trying to be precise anymore, not that Natty needs it, not that she needs anything but for you to enjoy yourself against her.
It all makes the room seem smaller, the walls close, surrounding you with the scentâcinnamon and sweat and something else thatâs just her.
âSee this is why fucking me is such a great idea,â she slurs against your shoulder, hand tightening, stroking you harder, faster.
You mumble an affirmative into her breast. Itâs a miracle you can still stand upright.
âIsnât this so much better than like everything else? Anyone else?â She sighs, breathy, sweet sounds, as she takes you by the wrist, guides your hand southwards.
Fingertips graze her stomach, trace around her belly button and lower; until youâre digging into her skirt and feeling the heat rise off her skin. Sheâs soaked right through her panties, dripping with it. Another place for your tongue to land.
âWe can just be fucking honest with each other,â Nattyâs explaining, eyes tearing when your finger pads her clit, pressing down just right. âYou already told me all the things you hate. All the things your bitch exes never let you do.â And she smiles, wicked. âNever had the tits to give you.â
Christ.
âAnd I can get you to fuck me exactly how I want with this big, fucking cock,â Natty finishes. "Weâre a perfect fucking match."
Itâs at that moment you find the zipper of her skirt, tugging it down, watching it fall to the feet. Leaving Natty to step out of the tiny scrap of fabric she calls her panties; abandoning the sticky mess of cotton.
You take a step back, unlatch your lips from her tits, because you need to see it. Need to finally see her, see your Natty, see the Natty you've never allowed yourself to look at.
So, take your time, drink her inâbecause the way sheâs standing there, the way sheâs touching herself now; biting her lip, sighing your name. All but saying, âLook all you want, but donât you dare look awayâ.
Look at the arch of her neck, the red youâve left there, that trail youâve burned down to her tits. Bruised and swollen from your tongue, your kisses, and yet still not marked enough. Follow the curve of her hips; how they flare out from her waist, the plush squish of her ass cheeks against the wall behind her.
You want to kiss her, from the tips of her toes to the top of head; all of her, every part of her, because now sheâs going to finally let you.
Because now you're going to fuck her until all she knows is you, going to make her scream your name, going to make her beg for you to fill her with your cock and cum and never ever leave her cunt empty again.
Thatâs the plan, anyway.
But Nattyâs got plans of her own.
âDidnât you say,â Natty begins, sighing, circling her cunt in a rhythm that youâre dying to recreate. She licks her lips. âThat your last ex refused to suck that lovely, magnificent cock of yours?
"Yeah," you stammer, at a loss for breath at just the sight of it all. âAnd werenât you trying to find someone to fuck your brains out?â
Nattyâs eyes light up; and there's that easy, charming grin that knocks you right off your feet. "Youâve always been such a good listener."
â
Natty's plotting to ruin you.
It's the only possible explanation for the way she's looking at you right nowâon her knees, at the foot of her bed, flanked by walls painted an ugly shade of pastel pink and Natty's tits, sandwiching your cock.
Youâd imagined it, thought about it when you shouldnât have been thinking about it. Whenever she brought you to watch her perform, whenever she sent you pictures of her outfit of the day. But your eyes always went there. Straight to Nattyâs tits, every time.
You knew they were big.
Youâve felt them, on accident (though they donât seem like accidents anymore).
But now, to have them enveloping your cock, drowning your shaft in their softness, and to have her, staring at your face with so much fucking excitement as she gives you everything youâve ever wantedâitâs surreal.
Youâre dying to paint them white.
âLooks like youâre already about to fall apart, baby,â she teases, and itâs even worse now that sheâs calling you these sweet names, saying them like sheâs always wanted to, like sheâs finally letting herself. âCouldnât wait, could you?â
âFuck, Nattyââ you breathe out, your hands finding her hair, tightening, because thatâs all you can manage to do when Nattyâs in control. Like sheâs always been.
âMmhmm,â she hums, keeping her eyes on you, making sure youâre watching, even as her tongue flicks out to taste you. A slow, taunting lick to make you buck your hips, desperate to feel the suction of her lips. âYou must have been dreaming about this, huh?â
You donât bother lying. She already knows the answer. âEvery. Fucking. Night.â
Nattyâs smile spreads across her face, and she rewards you with a kiss, pressing her lips down onto the head of your cock; before sliding them lower, eyes fluttering shut with the first taste of you. âWell, what took you so long? All you needed to do was show me your cock and Iâd have been happy to do it whenever you want me to. Happy for you to use my tits as your cum rag. You know that, right?â
She moves; and the sight of it aloneâNattyâs tits wrapped around your cock, bobbing up and down, hypnotising you with the flicker of her nipplesâup and down, up and down. Itâs merciless, unrelenting, and she keeps talking, keeps kissing these sweet little words into your cock that makes your hips jerk, trying to fuck her tits faster, harder.
"Look at how perfect you look," Natty keeps going, "how your cock fits so snug."
The sounds sheâs tearing from your throat as her tits take you, and sheâs barely even started.
âBut we can do better, canât we?â
Her pace picks up, and with it, the tightness of your grip on her hair. Sheâs pushing the ample mounds together, squeezing, putting her whole body into it, into this new art sheâs pioneering. Driving you insane with just her breasts, making you swell between them, throbbing as she works you over.
âSo big," sheâs panting from just the effort, the bounce, bounce, bounce of it all, "I can feel you getting so much bigger."
Everythingâs going too fast, her tits are too soft, her lips on you too hot, and sheâs drooling, her spit dripping down onto your cock. You want to tell her to stop, that you canât take it, but Natty just keeps going.
"Fuck,â Natty mewls, pinching her own nipples, for you, for her. Pinching and rolling them, making them nice and stiff and swollen. âLet me just try andââ
She cranes her head, bends; takes your cock deeper into the warm, wet heat of her mouth. Her tongue darts out licks your cock, gets that sweet spot on the underside, makes you shake underneath her.
Natty holds you there, even as you groan, even as your hips rise; just licks, spits, sucks. Her mouth moving up and down on you, making a mess down your shaft, down her tits. Taking you deeper, deeper, until youâre fucking her face.
She moans around you as your hips buck and you push deep, desperate for it. Her eyes water, her cheeks hollow, and sheâs got you. Youâre in her mouth and sheâs loving it. Loving the power she has over you, loving giving you what she wants, loving how youâre pulling her by the hair, desperate to feed her more of your cock into her throat.
Like your entire relationship has been building up to this momentâto Nattyâs tits wrapped around you, her mouth all over you, her eyes on yours, watching as you fuck her face.
"Fuck, Natty," you grunt, your voice barely recognisable. "What the fuckâ"
But Natty's just smiling, youâre fucking that smug little smile on her lips, and sheâs taunting you. "Come on baby, keep going, keep going."
Itâs utterly obsceneâthe smack of her lips around your cock, her slobbering all over you, her gagging, her moaning around you, looking up at you and asking, âIs that all youâve got?â
You're so close, so fucking close, and she knows it. Moving her tits faster, faster, and you're about to blow your load all over Natty's pretty face, her chest.
But she keeps talking.
Even as you stuff her cheeks, even as you muffle her, âNone of those other skinny bitches could do this, could they, could handle this big, fat cock?â
Even as you force her down, pull her by the hair, âYouâve been so obsessed with my body, so obsessed with my tits, havenât you?â
Even as her tits slide off you and your cock smacks her across her cheek, âI always saw the way you looked at them, fuck I was showing them off for you, you just took too fucking long to notice.â
She won't stop fucking talking.
You finally snap. "God, are you ever going to stop?"
But Natty just laughs, bats her lashes. Slides her tongue from your base to your tip. "Maybe you should find something to gag me with."
Your hand wraps around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes go wide, to make her mouth pop open. She rolls out her tongue for you, and you know what she expects you to do, what she expects you to fill her mouth with.
But you donâtâinstead, you fill it with your kiss.
It's deep, itâs bruising, itâs saying âfuck youâ in the sweetest way possible, without uttering a single syllable. Natty laughs against your mouth, a âfuck youâ right back with her teeth, biting down on your lower lip. Not breaking skinânot yetâbut the promise is there.
Her hand leaves your cock to wrap around your neck, pulling you closer to her, her mouth eager for yours, and you donât even think twice before you hoist her up, her legs wrapping around your waist. Giggling againâanother sound thatâs going to be your undoingâbefore youâre both stumbling back onto her bed.
The mattress dips under the weight of your bodies falling back into it. Natty straddles you, presses her cunt down onto your thighs. So wet you can feel it on your thigh, leaving your skin sticky and stained with her. Your hands move to her hips, dragging her closer, so you can feel the friction grinding against your cock, making you ache.
She breaks your kiss, gasping for air. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wideâseeing her pant like this, itâs not even fair. Sheâs just so fucking beautiful, like a painting youâre afraid to touch because you might smudge it.
You tell her as much.
She blinks. Blushes.
Grins.
âYou,â Natty breathes, her hand trailing down your chest, finding your heartbeat, resting there for a beat, two, âare so fucking in love with me.â
You donât argue because sheâs right.
Her hand slides up your arms, nails dig in and sheâs got your wrists, pinning them over your head. You let her. Let her grind herself against your cock, feel the warm, wet heat of her cunt against the tip.
She takes her sweet time, melting herself into you, pressing her tits into your chest, and you can feel her heart racing against yours.
She whispers, âGod, Iâve waited so fucking long for this.â
You canât even form a coherent thought, so you just grunt.
âIâve dreamt about this so much,â she continues, breathless words sending shivers down your spine. âYour cock, fuck, itâs just as perfect as I imagined. And now, itâs all mine.â
And then she does itâshe sinks down onto you, slow and sweet, her pussy taking you in inch by glorious inch. You groan into her shoulder, your eyes shut as Nattyâs tight heat surrounds you. Itâs like nothing youâve ever felt before; sure thereâs been others but something about Nattyâs cunt is so intense itâs almost painful.
âSo tight,â you grit out, the words torn from your chest like theyâre made of glass. She just laughs, low, sultry, and starts to move.
Itâs a dance, a rhythm thatâs been building between the two of you for what feels like an eternity. Sheâs rocking her hips back and forth in this torturous grind. Fucking you like itâs the last thing sheâll ever do, like she needs to make the most of it. Like youâre going to vanish into thin air the second she lets you go.
âI knew youâd feel this good,â Natty sighs into your neck, already surrendering to your cock. âFuck, I knew itâwhy did you keep this from me?â
You canât answer, not really.
Youâre too lost in the feel of her, too consumed by the way sheâs moving on top of you. Every inch of her body is pressed against yours, and sheâs so warm, so alive, that you canât think of anything but how Nattyâs finally letting you in. How sheâs letting you make her whole.
But itâs too much. Nattyâs cunt, tight and wet, fucking you so slow itâs a fucking crime. Pinning you down, a butterfly on a board spread out, displayed, unable to do anything but take her sweet, sweet punishment. And sheâs whispering it in your ear, grinding down, rolling her hips, âFuck you. Fuck you for keeping this from me,â with every stroke.
Sheâs doing it on purpose, youâre sure of it. Driving you crazy, making you beg, making you want it more than youâve ever wanted anything in your life. Your hips jerk up to meet her, trying to speed things up, to get that friction you need, but Natty just pushes down on your shoulders, keeping you in place.
So you tell her, "This is fucking torture."
Natty just smirks, her hips never stilling. "Is it?" she asks, as if this all isnât intentional. Like she doesnât have some grand plan to ensure you never forget the things her cunt can do to you. "Do something about it then."
So, you do.
It takes more effort than youâll ever admit, but you break her grip on your wrists, grab her hips, and flip her over, sending her sprawling onto the bed, face down.
The squeal from her. Itâs music.
How her eyes go wide when you treat her like a ragdoll, how her tits juggle and bounce, smacking the mattress. And when you push down into her, slamming your hips into her ass, how she arches back into you, her back bowing like a fucking violin.
âYes!â She cries, fucking cheers into the mattress, like sheâs been waiting for thisïżœïżœfor you to have had enough of her shit and take her without asking. âYes, yes, yesââ
You hover over her, throb inside her. "Is this what you fucking wanted?"
Natty sighs into the bedsheets, urging her hips against you, begging without words, begging for you to do more.
âYou want it rough, baby?â
âYeah,â Natty says, pushing back against you again, nodding immediately. âIf you can.â
Still with the provocations, unable to resist pressing at your buttons.
You grab her hair, yank it back so sheâs staring at you, force her to look at you. And you fuck her hard. Fuck her like youâve wanted to since the first time she walked into your life and decided to make it all about her.
You fill her with deep, long strokes, fill the room with the smacks of your hips colliding against her, of your cock thrusting into her cunt again and again.
She claws at the sheets, trying to find purchase, trying to push back against you. But youâre too strong, too desperate.
You pound into her, impale her with your cock, watch her face twist in pleasure, in pain. Youâre fucking her like youâre trying to break her, like she asked. Trying to solve herâhow hard can she take it, how deep, how fast.
But Natty wonât give you an answer, she just takes it allâevery inch, ever pump into her sopping wet cunt. Just grins and takes every bit of your need, your frustration. A bottomless pit of pleasure, begging for more with every whine, every little noise she makes thatâs not quite a scream but is so close that it rattles your brain.
And when you finally let go of her hair, Nattyâs licking her lips, and without even a care for what it does to you, she coaxes, âYou can do better.â
You donât know how she can talk right now, how she can even think with your cock so deep inside her, but something about the way she says it makes you want to test the limits of her ability to stay coherent.
But first, thereâs the problem of her ass.
âLetâs see about that,â you murmur, dragging your hand down her spine, feeling the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, and coming to a stop at her perfectly rounded ass. Itâs a masterpiece, a work of art, and youâve always had a bit of an artistâs soul.
You do what comes naturally.
A spank against Nattyâs ass. Hard, hard enough to make her yelp.
Againâanother slap, another yelp, louder, better.
You keep fucking her, keep spanking her, keep watching red bloom across her cheeks and Natty squirm underneath you. The whines get louder, her cunt gets wetter, but itâs still not enough to dull that smug look on her face.
âFuck yes,â Natty gasps, raises her ass, presenting it to you like a trophy for you to claim. âI always knew you had it in you.â
You grab her hips harder, your knuckles white, your hand a blur as it connects with her ass. Itâs so explicit, the sound of it in the quiet of Nattyâs apartmentâeach spank echoing through the room like a gunshot.
But Natty just takes it, her body jolting with each hit, her cunt tensing and tightening around you.
âGod, donât fucking stop,â Natty sputters, tears of pained pleasure leaking from the corners of her eyes. âYouâre using me so good.â
You lean down, kissing hard against her neck, branding her shoulder. You want her to feel you, to remember you. To not be able to ever feel remotely good again without first thinking of you.
"It's your fucking fault, Natty," you growl into her ear. "You drive me mad."
And she laughs, the sound vibrating through her body and going straight to your cock. "Good," she answers, "Good. Be mad. Be angry."
But youâre beyond that now, beyond the point of no return. All that you know is Nattyâs cunt, Nattyâs ass, Nattyâs moans, and Nattyâs grin that youâre aching to wipe off her face.
"Fucking hate me if you want," sheâs saying, and she canât seem to stop, "just donât stop fuckingâah!â
You nearly stop when you realise youâve finally done it. Finally left Natty out of breath, lost for words. A fucking miracle, reallyâthe kind that makes you feel like a fucking god.
It doesnât stop her cunt clenching around you, tight as a vice, because even now, Nattyâs got some kind of death grip pussy, and sheâs using it to fucking kill you.
You whisper in her ear, âYou like that?â
Her only response is a breathy, needy little whine, so you spank her again.
And again.
Her cunt tightens. Sheâs close, so close. You can feel it.
âYou like it when I use you, Natty?â
She nods, her eyes screwed shut, her mouth crying into the mattress, a mess of hair and sweat and utter bliss.
âSay it,â you demand, slapping her ass once more, watching as the pain ripples through her. âSay it.â
And Natty does, because sheâs a good little whore, because sheâs yours now. âYes, yes, I like it when you use me, when you fuck me like this, when itâs only about you, your cock, your needs, your pleasureââ
God, it feels good to hear her say it, but you still want more than just words. You want her to fucking scream it.
You make the bed shake, knock the headboard against her wall, itâs a competition of whatâs going to break firstâthe frame or her.
âThis cunt. Your cunt. Iâm going to use it. Fuck it whenever I want.â
But Natty catches you off guard, because thatâs what Natty does best. She opens her eyes, looks right into yours, and suddenly she has her voice again: âWhenever I want. Youâre going to fucking move in with me.â
You freeze. Your hand mid-spank. Your cock mid-thrust. It throws you entirely off, because, what the fuck?
"You're going to be my boyfriend now," Natty says, wrenching back control, fucking her ass back into you. Stating not asking, leaving no room for argument. "Move in with me, your place sucks anyway."
"You're out of your fucking mind," you start to protest, but she cuts you off with another squeeze of her cunt around you, and now sheâs the one fucking you, her hips rolling back and forth in this maddening, sinful way that has you biting down on your tongue to keep from shouting.
"Move in and just fuck me every day," she says, all light and airy, like itâs already been decided, like moments ago you didnât have her dead to rights. "Morning to night. It would be so fucking nice."
This is real, you know that for sure. Itâs not just something sheâs saying to get off, not another way to get under your skin. You know it in her voice, sheâs deadly serious and suddenly your mindâs racing.
"Come on," Natty purrs, punctuating each word with a slap of her ass against your waist, "You know you want it, why fucking wait?"
Sheâs not wrong. It makes too much fucking sense to deny. And yet, part of you still can't believe it. That Natty, the girl who's had countless men at her feet, could have any man at her feet, actually wants you. That Natty is underneath you now, eyes glossed over with need, mouth swollen from your kisses, ass cheeks flushed crimson from your palm.
"I'll take such good care of you, baby," she says, unaware that sheâs already completely won, unaware that her cunt already has you bending to her will. "Every day, every night.â
You can't help but nod. You're too consumed in her to do anything else. You just let go of everything. The fears, the doubt, the fucking logic.
And Natty says it, the three words that seal your fateâ"I'll love you," she cries out, "I'll fucking love you forever if you just keep giving me this fucking cock."
It's like the world stops, like everything you've ever wanted is right there in front of you, wrapped up in Natty's tight fucking body.
You're so close, so fucking close, that you can almost taste itâthe sweet release of your orgasm; giving in to Nattyâs unbelievably sensational cunt sleeving your cock, pulsing with each thrust, desperate to milk you dry.
Thereâs nothing left to do but give Natty wants. Fuck her, hammer into her so hard that youâre going to fuck a Natty-shaped hole into the mattress, fucking shatter her bedframe, and then keep drilling her straight through the floor.
And sheâs crying out your name, forgetting about everything that isnât you, isnât your cock, isnât the dream of your cum filling her to the brim and spilling out of her cunt every single day for the rest of your fucking lives.
âAre you close, baby? Are you going to cum for me? Please, give it to me, I need it so bad, I need it now, because I'm about to, about to, about toâ"
And then it happens.
Fucking destroys her.
It hits. A crescendo that peaks as you bottom out inside her, shaking her to the core. Her cunt spasms about you, her body rises off the bed as if youâre performing a fucking exorcism, and she screams your name so loud itâs only a matter of time before the neighbours come banging on her door.
"Oh my fucking god youâ"
Natty gushes around your cock, juices running down your shaft, your balls, and sheâs squirting. Oh god, sheâs squirting all over the fucking place.
Nattyâs body goes rigid, her back arching so much itâs like sheâs trying to fold in half, crying, sputtering these words that don't even make senseâuntil you realise she's speaking an entirely different fucking language.
Not that it matters, because you can tell what she's saying, read it in her body, in the way she's spurting and making a big fucking mess beneath your bodies. Whatever sheâs saying sounds utterly depraved, filthy and so, so good to your ears.
It keeps going and going, until she has enough sense to speak your language again, needing to make sure you hear it when she saysâ"fucking fill me, baby," she whimpers. "Give me everything, all your fucking cum."
And itâs your turn to be hitâlike a fucking freight train.
You're cumming, hard and fast and out of fucking nowhere. Your balls tighten, your cock throbs, and youâre flooding Nattyâs cunt.
Itâs biological, in every cell of your bodyâlike your entire being is coming undone, and the only thing holding you together is Natty, Natty, Natty.
Her body shaking beneath you, her cunt contracting around your cock as wave after wave of cum fills her up.
Sheâs so fucking tight, so fucking perfect, that you can feel every pulse of your orgasm, every drop of your cum spurting into her. You're not sure how long it lasts, how much you give her, but itâs enough to make your muscles shake, enough to knock the architecture right out of your limbs.
"So fucking good, so fucking good," Natty coos. "Fucking finally, finally filling me up so good."
Her moans a lullaby, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body with every syllable. You lean down, burying your face in the crook of her neck, your every inhale and exhale ragged as you try to catch your breath. Still twitching inside her, still releasing the last of your cum, and Nattyâs just lying there, her body limp, her eyes closed, basking in it all.
"So perfect," she keeps repeating, right up until the very end, âSo, so, perfect.â
You collapse on top of her, just lie there shivering together, your face next to hers. Sheâs got this look on her face, a victorious glow, and you just have to accept it. Yeah, sheâs won again, in devastatingly convincing fashion.
For a second, youâre both just thatâspent, exhausted, entirely drained. Like youâve just run a marathon. Or been in a fight. Or both.
Then Nattyâs got the nerve to stir, to kiss your cheek with the tenderness of a whisper. Lips softer than you thought possible, given how hard sheâs just been fucking you. And thatâs it, the moment your body decides itâs had enough of playing dead, enough of lying there like a sack of potatoes.
You roll over, bringing Natty with you, her body curling into yours like sheâs been made to fit there. Her head rests on your chest, her legs entwined with yours, and for a moment, you just hold her close.
It feels fucking right.
"Tomorrow," Natty sighs contentedly, her cheek finding home atop your heartbeat.
You blink. "Tomorrow?"
"Yeah, you're moving in tomorrow." Nattyâs deciding for you already, setting the dynamic for the rest of your future. Doing all this with her eyes still shut as she snuggles closer to you. "I'll hire the movers."
You sigh, the weight of the world and Natty's body both feeling surprisingly light. You think about the next few days, the weeks, the years even, with Natty. The idea is so ludicrous, so absurd, that it feels like a fever dream.
But as you hold her, feel her warmth, her unabashed, blatant satisfaction, something inside you shifts. A reframing of the concept of Natty that you hold in your head. The thought of her naked body in your bed, her laughter in your living room, her mess in your kitchenâit doesnât feel like an intrusion, it feels like home.
"Are you sure?" you ask. A little shaky, a little hopeful.
Natty opens one eye to look at you, a laugh playing on her lips. "Oh, you know I'm going to be the worst fucking roommate ever."
"Yeah, I can see that. But as long as you keep being the best fucking everything else..." Your words trail off into a whisper, your hand tracing idle patterns on her back.
And then she says it again.
"Youâre so fucking in love with me."
Natty kisses you hard, deep, her tongue sliding against yours. And you know, you fucking know, that she's right. You are desperately, entirely, so fucking in love with her, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
You laugh, the sound a little desperate, a little wild, and roll her again, pin her down again. A strange feeling rushes through your mind. Like youâre going to be repeating this exact same motion for the next hundred years. And somehow, that doesnât sound like the worst thought in the world.
Natty squeals, cheers, moans when you settle between her legs.
"Fuck you, Natty."
"Oh, baby," Natty giggles, reaching down between your legs, squeezing you. Once. Twice. Until you're filling her hand once more. "That's what I'm here for."
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Wishful thinking
Arranged marriage with Nanami⊠part one?
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Nanami Kento was not in a sorcerer clan. In fact, he was the only sorcerer in his family. You had met him only once before you had been informed of the engagement, and in that brief interaction you had decided you knew exactly what type of man he was.
"It's a pain." had been his harsh words. Vitriol clear as day in his tone.
When asked what he felt about being a sorcerer his response had been that it wasâŠa pain? Being the reserved individual he was, he didn't take the time to elaborate despite the questions of the sorcerers surrounding him.
You had rolled your eyes in that moment. Clearly, he had no sense of responsibility. No duty. I suppose that's what it means to not be in a clan. You had thought. Heâs got no idea how good he has it.
And even though you chalked his image up in your mind as an irresponsible and pretentious git. The memory of his brutal gaze stuck in your mind. You knew deep down that it was simply jealousy.
Sorcery was a pain, there had been many instances where you wished you could put it aside and leave this world, but that was simply not what you were born for.
All those months ago, you had left the meeting with the Jujutsu higher-ups resentful. How lucky that man in the suit was, to not have an obligation to fulfill exactly what the clan heads asked of him. How free he must feel.
But, oh, how wrong you had been.
--
You had known your marriage was impending, having had meetings with your father and his subordinates on several occasions to discuss the offers from other clans.
Offers for your hand.
Offers for the rest of your miserable life, for your body, for your fertility, offers to impregnate you, and nothing much else.
You had been picky, of course, having known all your life this was forthcoming you were expecting to not have to rely on Zenin blood to uphold the family name.
Your father was no kind man but if there was one thing he was, it was prideful. If even his measly daughter could brush aside an important clan born man, he too could wait for a finer offer to come.
Back then, you had no idea that would lead to this.
You stood before a full-length mirror. Your dress came below your ankle, the neckline nothing short of chic modesty.
By all accounts and by the people serving you, you were expected to be prepared.
Your wedding was nothing special, a formality, nothing more. Clans from across Japan were here to see the ceremony. Still, your heart pounded as you gulped at your reflection. A shakily deep breath brought you little comfort as you squeezed your hand into a fist.
You knew little of the man you were to marry.
Here was what you had:
He was NOT a Zenin. Hallelujah.
He was not from any clan. (This had come as a shock to you, your father having only explored offers from fellow clan heads, you had no idea how this arrangement was to be made until Gakuganji, the principal of your school, Kyoto Jujutsu High, and one of the more powerfully cruel higher-ups, had arrived at your families estate, enlisting a "fine candidate" for your immanent marriage. He had seemed certain. Immovable.)
And last of the information you had, he was seemingly strong enough for your father to deem his ability to produce "quality children" acceptable. He was a grade 1 sorcerer, nothing to scoff at.
You knew your father would not have accepted the offer of a man without heritage if the higher-upâs had not endorsed it. Even now you wondered why they were so keen on this matrimony.
And that was all you had.
"You look beautiful." A maid from the estate was arranging your hair, she moved quickly, with a soft hand. You hardly noticed her. "I've heard he is a very gentle man," She starts up again after your eyes narrowed in the reflection of the mirror, "if that's any consolation." The women ends in a whisper.
You huff out a breath, "Thank you."
That's what they all say.
You wonder if she was lying to you. This morning you had heard your mother crying in your bedroom after you had made up your sheets for the last time. It made you sad, knowing she was afraid for you.
Afraid you would turn out like her.
You swallow with some effort and look up to the maid at your side, she smiled at you.
"It looks lovely." You say, assuming she wanted praise.
She lays a hand on your shoulder and her smile crinkles in a funny way, "He is very handsome." Her eyebrows tilt in a telling fashion, she almost giggles.
Great.
What were you to say to that?
"I... see." You look at the floor and turn away from your reflection. All that was left was for your father to arrive. To take your hand in an uncomfortably tight grip and lead you down the aisle to the man that was decided to be the father of your children.
"Is there anything you would like, before I leave you? It won't be long now..." The maid tries to meet your gaze so you look up to her face once more.
"No, there's nothing, thank you for helping me." You try to smile at her but your throat hurts from the brief amount of talking you have already done.
The women nods her head, she turns to go but hesitates at the door, for a moment you think she is going to turn and speak to you, to say something as a comfort perhaps, but just as her body holts to grip the door, the hinges swing away and your father steps in.
"Move out of my way. Move! Out!â Your father shoves at the women who had been by the threshold and she escapes out the door with a hushed apology and not a glance at yourself.
You stand before him. Resolved to not shutter in these moments. Neither of you speak until he swings his arms and says,
"Well, are you coming?"
You almost want to laugh. How you wish you could look up at the domineering man and say, no I don't think I am, but you knew better, and although he extends no arm to you, you take the few steps to his presence and heave a sign.
"Stand up straight. Serve us well."
You knew those would be all the words you heard from him tonight, as unhappy as you were to be married to a strange man, you felt pleased to know you would no longer be living in your clans estate, just as you knew your father would be glad to be rid of you.
Your fathers movements seemed all too fast. His steps, his reaching for your arm, his pulling you out the door and into the hall.
You felt as if time was slowing but those around you weren't effected. Your father huffed angrily, tugging you along. This was happening too fast. You didn't want this. You weren't ready.
You wiped the sweat from your palms over the satin dress hanging on your waist. The collar that once seemed elegant was starting to choke you. The door to the ceremony was drawing closer, you could hear music but it was almost as if the closer you came, the foggier it sounded.
Echos of your motherâs cries this morning permeated your brain. You knew you were asking for too much. But in those last moments before your autonomy would be taken from you, you had only one wish.
That the maid was right. That the man at the alter would truly be a gentle creature...would be tender....would be mild?
The doors were swinging open. The light was bright, but you did not dare to raise a hand to block its assault. You walked slowly, arm tightly locked in your fathers grasp. You noticed the clan leaders in the audience, but as your eyes tried to take in the man at the front of the room, you stuttered in your steps.
Hoping your father would take no notice, you tried to recall how you knew the man who was meeting your eye.
You began to put together who this man was, having met him before, though you hadn't been introduced. That one interaction had showed you he would not have been a man you would want to live the rest of your days with. He had seemed unhappy in those moment.
Fear shot through you.
An unhappy husband was more dangerous than any curse you had faced.
Having stared long enough, you drop your gaze from his own piercing one. You almost want to smile, but you're unable to.
Maybe he isn't as free as you thought he was. Poor him.
You wonder how he even managed to get in this predicament as the music began to come to its end. You're stepping up onto the platform that your future husband stood upon, your ankle wobbles in the heels that were chosen for you.
In a flash you see his arm reach out for you but youâre only confused, shrinking back a bit father from him.
You look to meet his gaze once more. He's barely a few breaths from you. His eyes seem focused on your face.
The officiant is talking but you cannot hear him.
You realize one of two things in this particular moment, one, the maid was right about something, this man was remarkably handsome. And second, you realize you're feeling quite faint.
The dress had not been so hot before you were standing before this man in front of all these people under the shine of all these lights. You swallow, dig your nails into your palms, the officiant seems to be speaking to the man before you and it isn't long before your husband speaks out a low, "I do."
You feel as though you must pay attention, your bit is coming up now and you would hate to embarrass your family, but you can hardly hear the man over the pounding in your ears. A prick of sweat starts to form on the back of your neck.
There is a pause in the mans speech, he looks at you intently, after a moment he raises a brow.
Oh, right. "I do." You say.
You look anywhere but your husband. Knowing you weren't expected to kiss, you try to take in some more air. This was it.
The officiant hands something to the man before you.
He's so tall. The suit he is wearing seems to fit him perfectly, and you canât help wondering who helped him here today if he had no clan members.
His arm is suddenly in front of you, palm up. It takes you but a moment to know what he is asking for. You brace yourself and set your hand within his own.
He places his other hand onto yours for a moment, engulfing your hand in his grasp. You are shaking, you know you are, but with everything going on in this very moment, you are hoping he won't notice.
A ring is being slipped onto your finger. Good, now your turn.
He hands you his own, a plain ring of gold.
Don't drop it. Do not drop it. Don't-
You miss his ring finger once before finally sliding it on. You hope no one noticed. You pull your hand free of his first and look to your father in the crowd.
This was it, right?
There was an echo of the efficient, "I now pronounce you husband and wife", and the group before you claps in respect.
The man who you had just married is bending down to your ear, but he doesn't say anything. You look him from your peripheral vision, and he is tilting his head down the aisle a bit.
Ah, yes. Your hand is in his own as you go back down where you just came. Your life is forever changed now.
So much lay before you, so much for you to worry about, but the one thing on your mind in this moment is how the grip of your husbands hand is infinitely more pleasant than the aggressive clasp your father had on you.
You hope against hope, that maybe, you would never feel the harsh grip of a man again.
But that was too wishful, was it not?
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Sunshine and Midnight Rain
Luke Castellan x Apollo kid!Reader
word count: 851
summary: Luke castellan and the daughter of apollos love story
a/n: âremember who the enemy isâ IM TRYING
Luke Castellan held your heart since the day you met, and you held his.
You arrived at camp a few months after Luke. You were one of the lucky ones, claimed within an hour of being there. Your godly father is Apollo, god of poetry, the sun, music, narcissism, idiocy, stupidity, all that. You had assumed the gods would act superior to all, no matter if they were or werenât. But Apollo was on a completely different level. You didnât know why he had taken such a liking to you.
âYou remind him of himself,â Your half sister, Kayla, had told you, âan archer who never misses, healer who fixes every wound, gifted singer, and somehow picked up the lyre in a day. And yet, you still ask why Apollo loves you the most?â
âI wish he wouldnât,â you twirl the golden arrow he gifted you.
âyâknow, that hermes boy has been staring since the moment you stepped foot here,â she smiles, nodding to the tan boy sitting on a picnic table.
âGreat, more attention,â you keep your sights on the boy, lucas? Luca, maybe?
âHis nameâs luke castellan,â kayla says, ah luke, thatâs it.
âHeâs handsome,â you say matter of factly.
âDonât trust those Hermes boys, all they do is lie,â Kayla leans back and rolls her eyes.
âItâs a good thing I play the lyre.â
ââââââ
âYouâve got a great shot,â a deep voice says from behind you.
Youâve been at the range for around an hour, itâs 4:30, you always practice when no one else is around.
âThe whole reason why I come out here this early is so i can be alone,â sure, it sounds mean but you swear youâre not trying to be.
âSorry, once I see you itâs hard to look away,â youâre not looking at him but you can tell me has the biggest smirk on his face.
âFunny,â you tell him bluntly.
You set down your bow, keeping the arrow in your hand, and sit on the nearby grass. He lays down beside you, you follow his lead and put your hands behind your head.
âThat arrow, itâs like itâs made of the sun,â He says amazed.
âA gift from dear old dad. No matter how far I shoot itâll always come back. Supposed to be a sign of his love or something. But I think he just constantly wants me to be annoyed by him,â you inform him possibly too much.
âMost people would be grateful if their godly parent cares that much,â he says.
âItâs different with Apollo, there is no such thing as true altruism with him,â you bite your inner lip.
âI get that, Iâm just tryna say- Hermes never showed up for me, and I'd kill to just have him tell me he cares,â His eyes furrow.
âGuess we both have different priorities,â you smile.
âOpposites work best donât they?â He smiles back.
âIsnât it opposites attract?â You wonder.
âHey, your words, not mine,â he laughs.
âThat oneâs Orion,â You point up at the constellation.
âHe was always my favorite,â he adds.
âMine has always been Cassiopeia, but you can never see her over here,â You look back up at the sky.
âThat oneâs Taurus, and then Sirius below, and Gemini above,â you point each of them out.
Even though he hums in acknowledgment his eyes are locked on you.
âYouâre staring, againâ You mention.
âI told you I canât help it, especially when you glow like that,â he reaches out and touches your face.
You reach out and grab his hand, running your fingers against his slender digits.
âIâd like to be a constellation when I die, maybe my father will fulfill that wish,â you say to him.
âThatâll be my last wish too, we can lay in the stars together.â
ââââââ
Itâs been a day since Percy Jackson came to Camp Half-blood. It just so happens to be your favorite day of the year, capture the flag. You have led the archers on the blue team for years, youâd say youâre doing well for what youâre given. Besides your siblings in Apollo the rest of the kids werenât as gifted in archery.
As the first conch shell blew you were preparing for your mock-battle. Annabeth in charge of the plan and Percy, Luke with company, and you with the archers. You knew you could, no- would win. The archers took the trees, helping stray company from the skies.
âToday feels like a winning kind of day?â Annabeth asks luke.
âIâll see you on the other side,â He smiles.
âLuke!â You pull him aside for a moment.
You cup his face the best you can through his armor. âYou donât get hurt okay? I donât feel like healing anymore wounds from you. Understand?â
âOh but I love to see you healingâ he holds your hand and smirks
âArchers! Move out!â You call your team, eyes still locked with his, smiling.
âso⊠you and her?â Percy asks the taller boy.
âhow could I not? She's perfect. I mean, I genuinely believe I could live without the sun if I just had her.â
And maybe, just maybe, he could.
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Hello my lovely ducklings. I promised a good age gap DILF sorta thing and Iâm here to hand âem over. Heâs getting some silver at the temples and sheâs loving every second of it. Let me know what you think đ·
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âI hate to ask this cliche question, and it absolutely pains me to ask in such an uncouth way- but do you come here often?â Peeking over the rim of the glass, amber liquid brushed his top lip and the ice cubs clanked as the smoky liquor hit his tongue.
God knew what he was doing- the girl in front of him looked too young for him, but she had struck up the conversation first. Commenting on his silver lionâs head ring and asking where heâd gotten it, wide eyed and eager as she looked up at him with that pretty pout and mascara coated lashes. Perhaps it was the crippling loneliness of divorce, maybe it was the hint of a buzz of his second drink, or even a hint of desperation that had him continuing the conversation with the younger woman as she took the bar stool in front of him- but she seemed receptive. Leaning into the conversation and keeping eye contact, she played into him.
"Cliches can be cute sometimes." She laughed as she placed her own glass down, now empty. "I don't, no. I'm not one for the whole going out thing. Not anymore. I was in uni, but I think as soon as you graduate they take away your tolerance card." Rolling her eyes playfully she felt a lick of satisfaction in getting a chuckle out of him. "And what about you? Do you like to come to bars with overpriced drinks to talk to random people who decide to invade your bubble to ask where your pretty jewelry is from?"
"Well, I can't say I make a habit of it, but sometimes a man needs to escape the responsibilities of reality- and as much as I adore my pets, I think theyâre tiring of hearing my voice.â He shook his head as he flexed his fingers, looking back down at the conversation starter. Pretty eyes met his own. It had been so long since he felt flustered but she had done a pretty good job at making him feel a little off kilter in the best way. A break from the mundane.
âIâll have to agree with you on them revoking your tolerance once you exit uni. Though I will say itâs a blessing in disguise. I wasnât terribly into partying in my last year, considering Iâd started getting awful hangovers. Almost like sâbad for you, or something.â He teased, leaning against the bar top. It was clear that theyâd shifted closer to each other through their conversation and he tried to not get his hopes up, but he sort of did feel like she was giving him⊠those sort of eyes. âI donât want to keep you from your friends, though.â
âYouâre not.â She said simply, looking up at him. Usually, facial hair wasnât something she considered much at all. Not many around her wore it, but she had to say the longer she looked at him, the more she liked it. It was just⊠masculine. Rugged, in a way, but he kept it groomed. This man was interesting all around, with pretty rings and a deep raspy voice, seafoam eyes and a little tiny gray streak starting near his temple. God, that was hot. âIâm plenty happy talking to you.â
His heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him, those eyes sparkling with something he hoped was interest, but at the very least looked like genuine intrigue. Nothing about their encounter led to her feeling otherwise. It was a nice change, feeling the ease of a conversation flow even if he stumbled on words when he accidentally looked down at her lips.
Fuck it.
He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "Iâm glad tâhear that. You're very easy to talk to." he said, his voice low and warm. The risk was there, initiating a bit of touch, but he had fo test to waters. See where this was headed. Was she looking for a safe haven? A reliable guy who didnât look like a creep (hopefully), someone to buy her drinks as she pitied the older man at the bar, or⊠was this headed the direction the heat in his belly desperately wanted.
âAm I?â Her head tilted slightly, smile slightly shy but making no effort to move from where his fingers hovered slightly. âI do get told I have problems knowing when to shut up and let things be quiet, so I suppose that tracks. It can be nice in conversations.â Especially when he had seemed slightly apprehensive of her at first and now warmed up. âYouâve got a nice voice. Itâs nice to talk to you.â
"Well, I suppose we'll just have to keep talking, then." He said softly, his voice growing even warmer as he leaned in closer, his eyes flicking back down to her lips briefly before returning to her eyes.
âI agree.â
Y/N could be considered bold at times, but she liked that he was showing some effort- some interest. It was give and take, push and pull, a fun little game as she was given a perfect chance when someone else approached the bar top from behind Harry. âOop- come âere.â She laughed, gently tugging him in as her ankle hooked around the back of his knee to tug him into her. âSomeoneâs trynâ to make an order.â
Now he was closer than she had anticipated, stood between her thighs as she sat on the barstool with her leg wrapped around his. âSorry. Didnât mean to get in your space.â The girl could feel his body heat. Fuck, he smelled so good. None of that⊠the familiar cheap colognes and aftershaves she was used to, not was it overpowering. Harry smelled expensive and spicy with some sort of leathery vanilla and she had to wonder what it was. "You smell really good..."
"No, no, it's fine..." He said softly, his voice trailing off as he looked down at her, their faces inches apart. He didn't move away, instead, he leaned in even closer, his hand resting on her knee. âThank you.â The heat felt a little overwhelming in his cheeks. Pathetic to be a grown man blushing over such a simple compliment but he was so close to her now, body head radiating off of her and she smelled equally as good. âUm, so do you.â
He breathed in deeply, taking in her scent. It was a unique blend of floral notes, with a hint of citrus and a sweet, vanilla-like undertone. It was feminine, youthful, and intoxicating. Sweet and fresh. It didnât choke him in floral and musk like the women who had been after him since his signature had barely dried on his divorce papers, but something that he vaguely remembered from his own days around her age. Perhaps that was a sign he should back off, but he couldnât. He felt himself getting lost in the scent, his head spinning slightly as he continued to breathe her in.
His hand on her knee nearly burned but she relished in the feeling, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she smiled slightly at him. It was her first time attempting something like this. Older men were always a thing for her, a desire, but never one she felt bold enough to go for. Now, though, she wondered why she had waited. The feeling in her stomach and the delicate way she felt under his touch was something that had her nearly giddy.
âI like the mustache.â She pointed to it. âItâs a mature look. In a good way.â Of course she didnât want to offend him, make him feel like she was calling him old. âGuys Iâm around usually canât pull it off. But you do.â Braving a touch, she let her fingers run over his jaw and felt a slight bit of scruff. âAre yâgonna go for a full beard? Or no?â
"Maybe..." Harry murmured, leaning into her touch. "Depends on how well it's received..." The joke was cracked softly, his eyes fluttering closed briefly as she touched his face. He let his hand slide a little higher up on her thigh, squeezing gently. "Thank you for the compliment though. Was hoping it wouldnât be a bad thing cause I noticed yâlooking at it.â
âMm, I was. Itâs nice.â Sexy. Her eyes felt heavy as she watched his lips curl in a slight smile. â Iâm assuming that thereâs no missus at home?â She asked lightly. âYou donât seem like a cheater, Harry.â It was a tease, but he didnât wear a ring on his ring finger. Usually she never gave men the benefit of the doubt but selfishly, she wanted to be right so she wouldnât feel guilty about imagining her inner thighs raw from beard burn later tonight.
"No missus." He confirmed, his thumb rubbing small circles on her thigh as he opened his eyes to look at her. "Just me, and the office. I've been too busy to think about dating, let alone finding someone serious." He admitted honestly, his gaze lingering on her face. "I mean, I was married. Briefly." He said, his expression growing slightly somber. "But that's over now. It didn't work out." He shrugged, trying to downplay it, even though the divorce had been messy and painful. "What about you? Boyfriend at home?"
âIâm sorry it didnât work out.â She frowned. It wasnât something sheâd pry on because she could see it bothered him a bit, but that didnât mean she wasnât curious. Nor that she didnât feel bad. âIâm single, thank god. My last boyfriend was a complete prick.â Her nose wrinkled in disgust. âCheated on me a few times on a boys holiday. Was stupid enough to post with other girls and think people wouldnât send it to me just because he hid stories from me. but it was a relief, anyways.â It sounded cold, callous maybe, but it was the truth. âItâs just me now as I figure out what to do.ââ
"He sounds like an idiot." He grumbled, his hand tightening lightly on her thigh. "You're too good for that." He paused, his eyes flicking over her features. "What do you mean, figure out what to do? Like, with life?"
âYeah. Career wise mostly. I think I want to do writing but itâs been hard to tell lately. I do that part time and then work at a cafe as a waitress and pick up shifts when I need the money. Iâm tired all the time so itâs taking me longer to simply sit down and figure out 100% what I want to do but, thatâs life.â She shrugged. âSo I get suckered into going out to bars with my coworkers and getting a buzz so I go up to a handsome man and demand to know where his ring is from, so it suppose it isnât all bad.â
"Writing, huh?" There was intrigue in his voice as he took in her answer. The compliment wasnât lost on him, and it fueled that bolder part of him that wanted to break out. "Like, books, or journalism? I happen to be in publishing, so if thatâs something youâd like to walk about we canâŠ." He trailed off, his thumb continuing to rub soothing patterns on her thigh. "Itâs not the easiest thing to break into but youâve got a lot going for you. Iâd be willing to help you if you feel ready.â . That was a genuine offer, regardless if he got laid⊠but he still felt that the way she was looking at him had an undertone
"You should come by my office sometime, if you want." He offered, his voice low. "I mean, if you're interested in publishing. We could... talk shop. Or something." He added, his hand slowly creeping higher up her thigh as he spoke.
âOr something?â She grinned widely. âAre you making a pass at me, handsome stranger Harry?â Her fingers stroked down his jaw towards his neck, messing with the collar of his shirt.
"I mean, mâbeing serious about helping you but⊠Maybe a bit of flirting is happening." He whispered, tilting his head to the side to give her better access. "I mean, you did ask where my ring was..." He pointed out softly, his hand now resting high up on her thigh, fingers spread wide, said ring gleaming in the low light. "And I haven't exactly been getting much action since the divorce..."
Eyes fell down to his hand and back up to his face, ever so slightly spreading her legs more to allow him to step closer between them. The heel of her shoe gently ran over his calf, biting lightly on her lower lip as she tried to keep the smile off her face. âAnd is that the only thing you want from me?â
Harry's breath hitched as she spread her legs, his heart racing at the subtle gesture. His hand tightened ever so slightly on her thigh, his fingers digging in just a bit as he leaned in closer. "No," He admitted quietly, his voice husky. "But it's a good start."
âTell me.â She slipped her hand down to let them curl into the fabric of his shirt. âIâve never been with an older man before, Harry. Are you all just as shitty as the younger ones? Or are you better?â
Harry's eyes darkened as she slipped her hand under his shirt, the rough pad of her fingers against his skin making him shiver. "I'm better." He said confidently, his voice deep and rumbling. "I know what I want, and I know how to treat a woman."
The manâs hand tightened on her flesh as she let out a breathy sigh, his eyes never leaving hers. "With respect," He said simply. "With kindness and attention. I open doors, I pull out chairs, I make sure they're comfortable and cared for. And in bedâŠ" There was a pause, a slight smirk on his face as he averted his gaze for a single moment.
âIn bed?â She echoed, looking up at him expectantly. âDonât keep me on edge here. Iâm dying to know.â
Harry smirked at her, his hand moving higher up her thigh, stopping right at the hem of her panties. His knuckles could feel how humid she was, no denying she was wet. It was hard to keep focused, but he had to. "Well, Y/N⊠I make sure they're satisfied," He said, his voice low and sultry. "I take my time, I pay attention to their body, I explore and learn what makes them tick."
âSo you wonât just cum and roll over and fall asleep?â She hummed, her other hand running under his blazer and over his back. âBecause Iâm real tired of giving it my all and barely getting a subpar orgasm out of it. Itâs why I was trying to be celibate for a whileâŠâ
Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "Not on my watch," He said, his thumb brushing against her panties. "I'll make sure you're thoroughly satisfied, multiple times if needed. I'll hold you close, kiss you, tell you how beautiful you are, while I make love to you."
âOoo⊠he makes love..â She cooed, giggling lightly before leaning into whisper the next words to him. Was this an older man thing? Or a literature person sort of thing? Waxing poetically about the things he could provide, it all sounded amazing. But she had to know. âBut can you fuck? Can you make me feel it for days, bruise my ass, get me so wet I ruin your sheets?â
Harry groaned quietly her words, his thumb pressing against her panties, feeling how soaked they were. "Fuck, yes." He growled under his breath, his other hand reaching up to cup her cheek. "I can be rough, I can be gentle, I can do whatever the hell you want. All yâhave to do is ask."
Y/N let out a shuddering breath as his thumb brushed over her clit through her panties, looking to the side as she attempted to see if anyone was paying attention- but considering how crowded it was tonight, no one was paying them much mind. âSo youâll take me back to your place and make me cum? Thatâs what I want.â
Harry nodded, his thumb rubbing against her. "Yeah, sweetheart, I'll take you back to my place and make you cum so hard you'll see stars. And then I'll keep going, as long as you want, until you can't take it anymore."
âGod.â The girlâs head rolled toward and thumped on his shoulder, feeling him chuckle as he rolled his thumb over her swollen clit. The lacy scrap of material she considered panties did little to hide how slick she was, the older man having plenty of fun playing with her as she turned her head and nipped her teeth into his throat.
Harry let out a low hiss at the sharp little bite, his hand still pressing against her clit through her panties. He reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out his phone, quickly typing out a text message before putting it back in his pocket.
âW-What are you doing?â She murmured, slowly pressing her lips to his skin and staining it with her lipstick. He was casual about playing with her, acting like stroking her clit was second nature as his other hand adjusted the straps of her dress back up from where theyâd begun to droop.
Harry smirked as she inquired, his thumb still making small circles against her clit. He leaned in closer to her ear and whispered, "I'm sending a message to my housekeeper, to make sure the bed is prepared for when we get back to my place."
âGod, Mâgonna suck your dick so good.â She sighed, a tipsy giggle leaving her throat. âItâs big. I knew it was when I came over here but⊠shit, Iâm gonna feel it for days.â
Harry grinned as she grumbled against his neck, his hand leaving her panties to grip her hip possessively. "You're going to love it, baby. I'm going to stretch your little mouth wide, and you're going to take every inch like a good girl." He crooned low in his throat. âBut you need to get that pretty ass up and come tâthe car with me. My driver is here.â
ââ-
Y/N let out a squeal of delight as Harry tossed her into his bed. His Californian King with a canopy, four postered, hand craved fucking bed frame, his shirt unbuttoned, belt undone and jacket on the floor. Her dress was over her hips and she wasnât sure exactly how theyâd gotten here, but what she was sure of was the fact that she really did like kissing him. âKiss me.â She demanded, grabbing his scruffy face as he crawled up the bed and hovered over top of her.
Harry chuckled at her demanding tone, his mustache brushing against her lips as he obliged her request. He kissed her deeply, his hand wrapping around her jaw to pull her close. As they made out, he let go only momentarily to reach down and grab her dress, yanking it up over her head and tossing it carelessly aside.
That left her in just the pathetic excuse of lace panties, as she had forgone the bra for the sake of the dress, and there was no complaints on his end. Her hand pushed at the shoulder of his shirt, trying to get it off of him. âWant you closer.â She mumbled, leaning into him with a mewl as he pulled back to do as she asked. It was erotic and hot and she was surprised by the amount of tattoos he had, but god, did she want to see more of him.
Harry grinned, feeling her warm hands pushing at his shirt. He lifted his arms, allowing her to pull it off of him. His tattoos were extensive, covering most of his arms, chest, and back. Inquisitive hands ran over her sides, marveling at her form compared to his own build.
The man bent down and started to place kisses along her collarbone and up her neck. His rough hands squeezed her sides gently, thumbs brushing along her ribs. He continued to kiss and nibble at her neck, his facial hair tickling her sensitive skin. He whispered, "Wrap your legs around my waist, baby."
She did as asked, eyes fluttering shut as she could feel him through his trousers. Of course, sheâd been right. The manâs cock was big like she had expected, and it was thick. Throbbing against her through the fabric, her mouth watered slightly as she rubbed herself against him, fingers finding his hair as he made his way down her throat. âFuck, itâs been so long.â The slight scratching of the facial hair only made her feel more sensitive, like she was on a live wire. It was decided that she definitely liked it now.
Harry groaned at her words, the sound coming out more like a rumble from his chest. He continued to kiss and nip at her throat as she ground herself against him. His hands squeezed and gripped her ass, encouraging her movements. "God, you feel so damn good, and mânot even inside you yet."
Harry paused for a moment, looking up at her with a heated gaze. "You're so precious, so sweet... I've never been with anyone like you before." His voice was gruff, filled with desire. He ran his hands up her sides, marveling at her smooth skin. The curves, the indents, all of it was new and exciting.
âNo?â She asked softly. âIâve never been with an older man either. Kinda like it.â There was no hesitation in admitting it. âWas your ex wife not good to you, Harry?â
Harry's expression darkened briefly at the mention of his ex-wife. "She wasn't... attentive. And she certainly never looked at me the way you are now." He buried his face in her neck once more, kissing and nuzzling her skin.
âNo?â It was astounding. âI donât know how. If I had a man like youâŠâ She let out a breathy laugh. âYouâd have to pry me off of you. you are so attractive, so sweet⊠Canât imagine why she wouldnât be all over you, all the time.â It wasnât something she could really understand. She barely knew the guy but she liked what she saw, and she liked it a lot.
Harry's heart swelled with pride at her words. He felt his ego growing a bit, having this beautiful young woman fawn over him. "I think she was always more interested in the status and prestige that came with being married to me, rather than actually being in love with me." It wasnât something he liked to think about but in this instance he felt okay with it. If it hadn't ended, he wouldnât end up here.
His lips continued to kiss and caress Y/N, his hands roaming over her curves almost in awe of what he had his hands on. It wasnât what he had expected. People watching at the bar was his goal, really. He had one night stands a few times but he didnât necessarily want this to be a one time sorta of thing. Not when she smelled this good and her lips tasted like cherry wine. He wanted to know what books she liked just as much as he wanted to know how she looked when she came. "But now I have you in my bed, and you're looking at me like I'm the most desirable man you've ever seen, so I think mâdoing okay." He crooned, nipping at her neck.
âBecause you are.â The girl purred. âAll man and power in the best way. Not socially, but in what you are. You exude it.â Her cunt rubbed against him, making her eyes lull. âI knew youâd have a big dick. Knew it just walking up, how you stood. I wanted it inside of me.â
Harry let out a low chuckle, his voice a deep rumble. "Is that right? You wanted me inside you from the moment you saw me?" His hands gripped her backside firmly, spreading her cheeks as she ground against him. "Well, you're going to get it, baby."
âMmm⊠I want it now.â
Y/N nearly whimpered as he pulled away but quickly shut up as she watched him stand up, hands working the button of his trousers. It took her seconds to lift up and get on her knees in front of him, shooing his hands away to take over. it had been months since sheâd given head and while she wasnât a normal lover of it, she had been dying to get her hands on him.
Harry watched with heavy-lidded eyes as she pushed his hands away and undid his pants herself. He bit his lower lip as she slowly revealed what she'd been craving. "You don't have to do that, baby." He said hoarsely, knowing full well that he wanted her to- but he wouldnât make her. It would be more than okay if he focused on her. He got off on giving, and thatâs what he focused on.
âNeed to.â She gave him a look as she slowly tugged the zipper down, guiding his trousers down before palming him over his briefs. âFuck, Iâm gonna be full of this.â
Harry let out a low moan at her grip and the words that followed. The image of her full and well used was enough to send any red-blooded man to their knees, but he just stood there in front of her, letting her take control, letting her give him pleasure. He watched as she pulled his boxers down, freeing his length. His hands moved to cup the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair. He could see the lust in her gaze, and he couldnât help but sigh again at the sight of her.
His thick, veined shaft jutted out proudly from a trimmed thatch of dark hair. The head was a dark, angry red and already glistening with precome. The older man let out a sharp breath as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, slowly starting to stroke him. He watched intently as she gripped his cock, sliding it over the sensitive length, causing it to pulse in her grip.
A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine as she watched his control come undone. Her eyes were locked onto him, watching his cock pulse and throb in her hand. She could feel it grow harder with each stroke, leaning herself down and sticking out her tongue for a taste.
The sensation of her tapping tongue against the tip of his cock made him shudder, watching the precum string from his slit to the pad of her pink tongue. He looked down at her, seeing the hot promise in her eyes- this was going to be good and he knew it. She slowly began to slide the head of his cock back and forth between her lips, teasing it with her tongue.
Y/N wasnât one to call any cock pretty, but she would dare to say it for him. Harryâs cock was appealing in the way most others hadnât been. Maybe part of it was her overwhelming attraction to him in general, but she felt even more eager to make him feel good than she had with anyone else in the past. âI want to take it in my throat. I can do it, I promise. Jusâ need your help.â Her plea was finished with a kiss to the tip before opening her mouth, looking up at him to let him take over.
He guided her head forward gently, encouraging her to take more of him into her mouth. "Relax your jaw, baby, you can take it." He coaxed softly, his voice laced with desire. As Y/N did as he asked, Harry felt his cock slide deeper into her warm, wet mouth. Her lips stretched around his girth, pushing in slowly before he felt the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat. He could feel her nose pressing against his pubic bone as she struggled to take him all in. âShh, sweetheart. Just gotta get it wet for me, show me what you can do.â
He held her head steady, his hands gently gripping her hair as he started to slowly thrust his hips. The sound of his thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth filled the room, along with the occasional gagging noise as she struggled to accommodate his size.
"You're doing so well, baby," Harry praised, his voice low and gravelly. "Look at you, takinâ it like a good girl. You're gonna make me come so hard today, arenât you, sweetheart? Just like that, that's it- relax that throat for me..."
As Harry continued to talk to her, his sweet words and praise, Y/N's eyes began to water from the effort of taking him so deep. She gagged a few times, her hands coming up to his thighs for support, but she refused to pull away for longer than a few seconds to catch her breath.
Her cheeks hollowed and her jaw ached, but she was determined to take him all in. Harry's hands moved to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer, fucking her mouth with more urgency. "That's it, baby. You're making me so hard... Sâbeen so long... Been ages since anyoneâs made me feel like this..." Harry's voice trailed off into a low moan as Y/N finally managed to take him all in, her nose pressing against his lower abdomen. âThaâs it, right there- fucks sake.â
Harry's hips began to thrust involuntarily, fucking her mouth with shallow pumps as he held the back of her head, still buried deep in her throat. He released the grip, trying to urge her off- but she didnât want to. "Fuck... youâve got tâpull off, sweetheart..." he groaned, his breathing heavy and erratic. âNeed tâfuck you.â Y/N whimpered around his thickness, her eyes watering as she shook her head slightly, indicating that she wasn't ready to give up yet. She wanted to taste him, to drink him down like he had with her. Harry's grip tightened in her hair, his voice strained.
"Babe...you've gotta-you've got to... please," Harry begged, his voice cracking as she continued to suck him off, her head bobbing and nose brushing his thatch of hair, making his eyes clench shut. "If you don't stop now, Mâgonna, fuck...I'm gonna cum in your mouth..."
Y/N whimpered, her hands gripping his thighs tightly as she continued to suck him enthusiastically, eager to taste him. Harry's breathing became rapid and shallow, his fingers tightening in her hair as he struggled to hold back. "Y/N, last chance...I'm-"
The girl moaned as she felt him stiffen, his hips bucking forward as he finally gave in and let go, filling her mouth with his warm release. Watching his face fall in ecstasy, it was going to be worth the soreness tomorrow. She struggled to swallow it all, some of it dripping out of her mouth and down her chin. Harry's knuckles were white from gripping her hair so tightly, his body trembling as he came deep in her mouth. The sight of her swallowing him down was almost too much for him to handle, and he had to close his eyes and focus on not passing out. It truly had been a long fucking time.
As Harry finished cumming, Y/N eagerly cleaned his sensitive prick with her tongue, licking and sucking until he was completely clean. She ran her tongue along the veins and underneath the head, making him shudder and pull back. "Too sensitive...God, you're so good at that." he praised breathlessly. There was slight disbelief in there too, a slight tingling in his thighs as he looked at her as she pressed sloppy kisses to his hip bone. Mascara smeared under her eyes and lipstick a faded smeared mess, he wondered how he had gotten this lucky.
Harry needed a moment to catch his breath, his heart still racing from the intense orgasm. He looked down at Y/N, her messy appearance only making her more adorable to him. "You know what would be perfect right now?" he asked, his voice still shaking slightly.
âWhat?â Her voice croaked, feeling his thumb brushed away some of the tears on her cheek that had fallen from the gagging.
"Letting me get a taste of that pussy I've been fantasizing about." Harry suggested, his eyes still lingering on her messy and sated appearance as he pulled her up and pushed her to lay back down on the bed. âSâmy turn now. Spread those perfect legs and let me see that cunt.â
Y/N obediently spread her legs wide, letting Harry see her dripping wet pussy. He let out a low groan at the sight as he got on his knees, his thumbs spreading her lips apart to reveal her slick folds. He buried his face between her thighs, inhaling her scent deeply before diving in and licking her from asshole to clit. There was no wasting any time or pretending to be shy about a single thing.
A started squeak left her mouth as her head popped up, hands gripping his head as he dove right in with little hesitation. Harry hadnât seemed like the type to have any reservations in taking what he wanted, and it was being proven by how his tongue slid over her most sensitive parts.
He continued to eat her out with reckless abandon, his tongue fucking her pussy as if it belonged to him. Her breathing was heavy as he sucked on her clit, nibbling at it gently before returning to lap at her folds. His hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks wide to give himself better access to her tight hole. He wanted to have it all. âSâthis okay, baby?â
âUh-huh.â Y/N hadnât really had anyone touch her there before but she couldnât say she hadnât been curious and self explored. It was always something she wanted to play around with and it felt exciting, handing herself over to the man like that.
Harry grinned mischievously against her wet flesh, his hands spreading her wider as he buried his face deeper. He pushed his thumb against her hole, slowly sliding it inside as he continued to lap at her cunt. âYou taste so good, sweetheart...â he murmured, his voice muffled by her flesh.
He added a second finger to her ass, scissoring them apart slowly as he tongue fucked her pussy. Y/N's legs started to shake as the dual stimulation became too much. She gripped his hair tightly, her back arching off the bed as she let out a high pitched whine. "Ah!"
Y/N's fingers tightened painfully in Harry's hair, her knuckles turning pale as she tried to stay grounded while the pleasure consumed her. His tongue was spearing into her soaking wet hole over and over, curling up to rub against that spot inside her that made her see stars. And his fingers⊠god, those hands.
His fingers were stretching her asshole, pushing past the initial resistance and sinking deep into her tight heat. He scissored them further apart, popping her open wider as he fingered her ass. Y/N's legs shook violently, her whole body trembling as she felt herself on the verge of a massive orgasm.
"Harry...it's...too- please..." She babbled, unable to form a full sentence as he continued to stuff her holes. It had never been like this before, no one had even come close. He ignored her pleas, instead burying his face deeper and pumping his fingers faster. She felt so stuffed, so full, the pressure mounting inside her unbearably.
He felt her whole body stiffen, her pussy fluttering on his tongue as she cried out. She gushed against his mouth as she came, the feeling so intense and overwhelming that the waves of pleasure forced her to collapse against him.
Harry worked her through it as she trembled and whimpered with pleasure, his fingers still buried in her ass and his tongue still buried in her pussy. He felt a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing that he'd reduced this beautiful young woman to a whimpering, shaking mess. It was not only an ego boost from what had been lacking for a while now, but he liked seeing how she reacted to him. He alone had done it.
Harry slowly lifted his head, wiping her from his face as he grinned wickedly at Y/N. "You taste even better when you're coming apart for me, sweetheart." He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact with her. "And youâre tight everywhere, hm?â
Y/N stared at Harry, her eyes glazed over and pupils dilated from the intense high she was still riding down from. Her mouth was slightly parted, breath hitching as she watched him clean her off his hands. A soft blush spread across her cheeks, embarrassed yet turned on by his bold actions.
"H-Harry...that was...I've never...I mean...no one's ever..." She stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence even still.
He chuckled darkly, enjoying how flustered she was. "No one's ever played with your pretty little hole before?"
âNo.â Her face felt hot as he grinned up at her. He seemed more than pleased and it made her feel good to know he was happy but still, she had the slight embarrassment that only came with the territory.
"Well, consider that box checked then." He said smugly, crawling back up her body to kiss her passionately. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue, the musky flavor a testament to what he'd just done to her.
He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head as he continued to ravage her mouth. She mewled into the kiss, arching up against him as she felt his hard length pressing into her stomach. "Does my pretty girl want more?"
âMhm.â She nipped his lip. âWant you inside of me.â Was she still sensitive from her orgasm? yes. But she had been desperate to get him inside of her since sheâd first spoken to him. âDo you- are you clean?â
He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against her cheek. "I'm always clean, sweetheart. I get checked regularly and I'm very particular about who I share my dick with." He gave her wrists a gentle squeeze before releasing them, reaching over to his pants to his back pocket to grab his wallet.
âI-â Her hand reached for his wrist. âI donât wanna use one.â The words laid in the humid air for a moment. It was risky, sure, as any sort of unprotected anything was, but she didnât want anything in between them. âI want tâfeel you inside of meâŠâ
He groaned at her words, his eyes darkening with desire. "Christ, doll. You're gonna be the death of me." Leaning down to kiss her again, his tongue traced over her bottom lip before slipping inside her mouth. He took his time, savoring every inch of her. His lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear, causing her to shiver in anticipation. His hands made their way under her hair, feeling the warmth of her skin.
âCan I push in, baby?â He asked with a low tone, his lips tracing her collarbone. At her nod, he wasted little time. Poor thing hadnât been fucked right before, and he would happily give her a proper experience. Reaching down between them, he positioned himself at her entrance. With one slow thrust, he entered her fully, feeling the warmth and tightness of her around him. His eyes rolled back in pleasure, as he buried the tip inside of her. âFuck, thank you.â
He groaned as he pushed into her, feeling the way her body welcomed him. He paused for a moment, giving her time to adjust and letting himself feel the depth of her wet heat around him. His hands reached up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.
Being with a younger woman was different for him, but maybe it was just her- he realized as he moved inside of her. It was like being with a whole new sense of being, one who was full of energy and life. Everything about her was so fresh and vibrant, from her tight little pussy to her perfect tits and gorgeous face.
He continued to thrust into her, feeling the way her walls tightened around him. His hands moved down from her breasts, over her soft stomach and to her hips, exploring whenever he could.
His movements were slower, each thrust deliberate and measured. He wanted to savor the feel of her, the way her body yielded to his. He was drawn to watch her face, loving the way her eyes fluttered shut and her mouth fell open as he filled her. "Look at me," he murmured. She opened her eyes, looking at him with a dazed expression. "Good girl, like tâsee those pretty eyes." The man sighed, unable to resist praising her. He continued to thrust into her slowly, each movement filled with lust and desire.
âFuck.â She kept her eyes on him as her hands ran over his hot shoulderbaldes, keeping that contact as he dipped all the way back home as deep as he could. Her mouth fell open and a high pitched noise left her throat without her permission, brows furrowed. âItâs never been that d-deep.â
He grinned at her, loving the way her inexperience made her react to him. "That's because no one's ever taken the time to stretch you out right." He leaned down to kiss her neck, his hips continuing to move in slow, deep thrusts.
âWhere the fuck have you been, then?â She laughed breathlessly, letting her eyes fall back closed as he kept the thrusts slow and deep, relishing every inch he took. her body was lax and hot, his for the taking. Right now she felt like he could do anything and she would welcome it. âAre all older guys like this, or is it j-just you?â
He chuckled darkly against her neck, "There's a reason why women often prefer older men, doll- but Mâgonna say for greeds sake, sâjust me." He suckled at her skin, his hands sliding down to grip her thighs and push them back farther, opening her up even more to his slow, deep thrusts.
âOh, shit.â Her mouth fell open and he welcomed it, sliding his tongue back inside her mouth and humming at the taste of her against him. The fact there was not a single barrier, albeit risky for the first time fucking, made it even hotter.
His movements became gentler, his hands caressing her skin instead of gripping it. "You like that?" he murmured against her lips, his hips rolling into hers instead of thrusting. "You like knowing that there's nothing between us?" He pulled back slightly, looking down at her with a heated gaze. "I want you to look at me when I ask you something," he said, his voice low and commanding as he took her eyes. "Are you on any birth control?"
âY-Yeah. Uh-huh.â Her eyes wide, she looked up at him hazily as she wrapped her legs further around his hips. âDonât pull out when you cum. Please- I know mâcrazy, but I need⊠need it.â Y/N knew she was insane for it, but their connection was so strong, every thrust inside of her, hitting places she didnât know existed prior to this⊠she needed it.
His expression softened, a coo leaving his mouth as he nodded at her. How precious. "Alright, sweetheart. I promise I won't pull out." A dumb decision on his part too considering theyâd just met but in the midst of it all, it was all he wanted to do. His hips began to move again, his pace quickening as he felt the heat of her around him. "You're going to take it all then, aren't you?"
âYeah.â She mewled. From the sounds and feel alone she knew she was making a mess on his cock, but she had a feeling he was enjoying it every time he snuck a glance between them. âTake everything you give me, Daddy.â It was a risk, but she wanted to see what heâd do.
His face contorted with pleasure, his brow furrowing and his jaw clenching. "Good girlâŠ" he hissed, his voice low and gravelly. He buried his face in her neck and thrust into her with more need, his movements becoming more urgent. "You're going to make me cum, doll."
âCum.â She begged. âCum in me. Then fuck it into me. Please.â Her nails dragged over his toned back as she clung to him, his bed creaking as he fucked into her welcoming, wet pussy.
He let out a primal grunt and slammed into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot, thick cum. He held himself inside her, his hips jerking as he pumped his load deep into her cunt. "Fuck, baby... I'm going to fucking fill you up."
But he wasnât done. Not in the slightest.
With his cum still pouring into her, he reached under her and grabbed her thighs, spreading them wide apart. Observing the mess he made, he fixed his fingers on her clit as he fucked the cum into her just like she asked. âI gave you what you wanted, darling. Give me what I need too, mm?â His lips brushed her cheek, feeling the beginnings of her orgasm. She just needed a little extra, and he was more than happy to provide.
Y/N squirmed slightly as she felt it creep up on her faster than she could anticipate. The pulse of his cock as it dribbled the last of his cum inside of her, the feel of his facial hair brushing her tender skin and his fingertips rubbing quick circles over her clit, it was impossible to keep from holding back. Heat boiled in her stomach as she tried to tell him, but it came on quicker than she could speak.
A broken moan left her lips as her body shook under him, eyes burning with tears of pleasure as he fucked her messy cunt and continued the circles until she pushed his hand away, grabbing his face and kissing him far more messily than she would have done in any other capacity- but this felt right. Fucked out and wobbly, melting into the bed as he slowly stopped the thrusts and stayed buried in her.
âMm- baby. SweetheartâŠâ he pulled back to look at her. âYou alright? Tell me how youâre feelinâ.â He needed to check in on her, make sure she was feeling properly taken care of. Just by the look of it alone he had a feeling she felt that way, but he wanted to hear it from her pretty lips.
âIâm so good.â She grinned, drunk with the pleasure as she looked up at the handsome man. He was everything that she had dreamt about when she woke up sticky between her thighs. Aged like a fine wine.
âCan we go again?â
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hotch's sister x spencer where hotch notices she's wearing spencer's clothes?
âYou and Spencer get one another in trouble with your older brother. fem!reader, 1k
Your brother, though youâre adopted, has passed down onto you many things. Mostly his frown, but more embarrassingly his high-pitched giggle when something is startlingly funny.Â
You laugh like a hyena at something Spencerâs said. He tries to grab you before you walk straight into his desk corner, but heâs too slow. You whack your hip and laugh again, this time in pain, bending over to grab at your wound in defeat.Â
âOh my god,â he says, trying not to laugh loudly, his efforts turning his own laugh into a giggle like yours as he bends down to see you, âare you okay?â He laughs so much he can barely ask. âAre you okay?âÂ
âIâm fine,â you squeeze between a laugh, letting him pull you into a standing position.Â
âWhat is it?â he asks, grabbing your hip, which worsens your laughter all over again. âWhat?âÂ
âYouâre super handsy, Dr. Reid.âÂ
A sharp clearing of the throat echoes. You tense up, begging Spencer mentally not to give you away, but his hand practically flies back into his chest like youâve burned him.Â
You turn to the office. âHi, Aaron.âÂ
Aaron Hotchner stands at the balcony overlooking the bullpen where you and Spencer stand. âHoney. Just give me two minutes and Iâll come down, okay?âÂ
You give a big smile. âYes, sir.âÂ
His eyes move to Spencer. You watch Aaron decide to leave it alone and canât help laughing for the hundredth time today as your brother turns around to head back into his office.
âHeâs ridiculous.âÂ
âHeâs gonna fire me,â Spencer says, though he doesnât sound serious.Â
âAnd then you can come work with me.âÂ
Spencer doesnât want to work at your new job, that much is clear from his expression, but he has enough social wits to realise youâre flirting. âThat wouldnât be the worst thing in the world,â he says.
Spencer leans back against his desk, hair curled just under his ears, his hand reaching for you though he doesnât touch. You sit down in his seat, the backs of your thighs sticking to warm leather. You arenât working today, hence your social visit, and Spencer had distracted you on the way to Aaronâs office (through no fault of his own, youâd just wanted to see him again) with a shy wave. Like you hadnât spent yesterday night together walking through fountains.Â
You didnât mean to fall in. Spencer helped you up onto the round basin of the fountain and youâd held hands, walking in circles so heâd have an excuse to keep rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. Seconds turned to minutes, the conversation unhurried, and one wrong move had you slipping. You fell calf deep into cold water, but his laughter had been worth it.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?â he asks.Â
You cross one leg over the other, your jean leg riding up your shin. âIâm thinking about what Aaronâs gonna buy me for lunch.âÂ
âWhat do you want?â
âI have no idea. Itâs so hot out I barely wanna eat.âÂ
âWell, too bad, you have to.â He picks up a file from his outgoings and fans it at you nicely. When he talks again, his voice is lowered. âI was thinking, if youâre not busy, they have a movie playing in a couple of days at the independent, I think itâs in Portuguese, and I really think youâd like it.âÂ
âYeah?â you ask, lavishing in the cold kiss of his manufactured breeze and the idea of another date.Â
âAbout a little girl that turns into a star. They have popcorn bigger than anywhere else Iâve seen, too. Enough for three people in one bucket.âÂ
You try not to act too shy. âWell, hopefully itâs just me and you.âÂ
Spencer smiles at you between waves of his fan. âIs your hip okay?â he asks.Â
âSpencer.âÂ
âAre you ready?â Aaron asks.Â
You spin in Spencerâs chair toward your brother, shocked heâs there. Heâs been funny since you and Spencer met, never controlling or cruel, yet clearly having a tough time coming to grips with the connection youâve formed with his smartest employee.Â
When you told him Spencer had given you his number, his eye twitched ever so slightly, and he excused himself for a glass of water. Youâre not sure what is about the situation that irks him: he loves you, he loves Spencer in his way, heâd do anything for both of you, except acknowledge your burgeoning relationship.Â
You nod but donât stand. Your hip aches weirdly and the sitting is nice. Plus, itâs a sisterly duty to wind up her brother, even if you love him more than anybody on planet earth.Â
âSpencer was just telling me about your accident in Scottsdale.âÂ
âHe was,â Hotch says. He looks at you, and his eyes follow down the line of your leg to your shoes, where they stay.Â
You glance down.Â
âIâm trying something new,â you say, sitting up quickly. Scottsdale doesnât seem so funny.Â
âI can see that.âÂ
Youâre wearing Spencerâs socks, odd ones sticking up past his borrowed converse. âItâs summer,â you say, standing up.Â
âMm.â He gestures for you to stand in front of him, his hand on your shoulder kind but firm as he steers you away. âAnd the odd socks, thatâs a conscious choice?âÂ
âDonât be mean.âÂ
âIâm not.âÂ
You glance back at Spencer and grin at him as youâre shepherded away. Hopefully heâll call you later, but for now he looks like heâd like to dig himself a shallow grave.
âWe went for a walk last night and I ruined my shoes,â you explain, turning your gaze to Aaron and his reluctant smile. âThey were still wet this morning.âÂ
âWhat about those loafers I got you for your birthday?â he asks.Â
âWell, I didnât have them with me.âÂ
Aaron nods. Thereâs a certain impassiveness to his expression that youâre familiar with, even if it signifies disappointment. That youâre not so used to.Â
âI thought you liked Spencer?â you ask.Â
âI do. But I love you, and heâsâŠâÂ
âHeâs what?âÂ
âAt risk.âÂ
âYouâll just have to keep him safe for me,â you say, smiling at him breezily.Â
Aaron seems to agree silently. Youâre almost to the elevators when he says, âPlease, wear your own socks. I know you know how to do your laundry, Iâm the one who taught you how to do it.âÂ
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