#sparks in the workplace

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Sparks in the Worplace Chapter Two

Jun feels a little insecure about her place in the Hero world and The Talented Other confirm it for her. Let’s just say, Bakugou isn’t putting up with it.

Today is the day of the interview and I am hungover as hell. Whoever I was dancing with last night needed to go to the back of my mind. The mystery Romeo would never come back into your life anyways, it was a one off deal.

“What are you thinking about, nerd?” Bakugou pulled you from your thoughts, a smirk on his face. My face burned and I turned away from him,my hands fidgeting.

“Nothing,” I growled out.

“How was your date last night?” I eye Bakugou. He was never this friendly with me, asking about things. I turned my gaze to Midoriya who seemed to find something very interesting on the floor.

“It’s none of your business.”

“Someone didn’t get laid.” He throws his head back and laughs.

“Kaachan!” Midoriya is suddenly very engaged with our conversation. “Be nice to her.”

“Thank you, Midoriya” I reached over in the car to touch his hand. He stammers a bit and blushes ferociously.

“N-n-no problem, Jun.”

“Oi! Since when are the two of you on a first name basis?” Bakugou snaps and pulls on my shoulder, pulling me away from the childhood friend.

“It’s none of your business, Bakugou.” I sneer at him. His eyes go wide at my actions and he takes the hand off my shoulder. I can feel a swell of pride blooming in my chest.

It takes a while to get to the studio for the interview. I spend most of my time in hair and makeup with Midoriya’s PR Rep, Nishihara Midori. It’s kind of ironic, I think to myself, that Midoriya got a rep with a similar name as him. I look over at her and admire her beauty for a second. She has jet black hair, dark skin, and bright purple eyes. She is quirkless but a spitfire all the same. Her full lips make me feel a little envious and her curvy body is enough to capture any man’s attention. I have caught Bakugou admiring her fit body a few times, not that I cared at all.

“Nishi-chan” I ask after the hair and makeup crew have left.

“Yes, Ikeda-san?” Her hair glistens in the artificial lighting. I feel ugly next to her.

“Have any of the heros hit on you before?” She throws her head back and laughs at my question.

“Of course! Charge Bolt is the worst at hitting on me, if I am being honest.” Her eyes turn to mine and she gets a serious look on her face. “Can I ask you something serious?” I nod, hanging on every one of her raspy words. “Do you think Bakugou-kun would ever be interested in me?”

“I’m sure!” I answer a little too quickly. “I-I-I’ve caught him looking at you.” I whisper to her, making her giggle. I swallow something thick in my throat.

“Should I ask him out? He seems like the type who likes his girls to ask him out.”

“I wouldn’t know what he likes, he hates me,” I laugh a little awkwardly, “Try it and let me know!”

Nishihara winks at me and turns away as the boys come in from their hair and makeup. She’s already giggling and sauntering her way to Bakugou. I stiffly turn to my mirror and look at myself. I know I’m not ugly but my nose could be different and my body could look more like Nishihara’s, but it doesn’t. None of the hero’s hit on me, if anything they keep their distance from me. I figured it was because they hated me but now I know it’s because I’m ugly.

“Jun” Midoriya’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. “Are you okay?” He has a hand on my shoulder. I smile up at him feeling tears in my eyes, he is always so kind to me.

“Yes, Izuku”

“Hey, nerd!” Both Midoriya and I flinch but look at Bakugou like a lost puppy being summoned. Bakugou looks pissed. Midoriya’s comforting warmth disappears from me and he puts his hands up in defeat. “It’s time.” He growls, shoves his hands in pocket, and disappears.

I look at Nishi-chan and mouth “What was that” to her, she shrugs her shoulders and waves for me to follow her. I do. We trail behind the boys as we get closer to the heart of the studio.

“Welcome!” A bright blue haired woman stands next to a bright green haired man. I know exactly who they are. They’re the hosts of the show, siblings Furutara Noriko and Terou. They’re twins who share the same quirk, Laser. The ability to physically control already produced lasers.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you” Midoriya bows, as do me and Nishihara.

“Whatever.” Balugou huffs. I narrow my eyes at him and slap his shoulder. “Nice to meet you or some shit.” That’s even worse! I facepalm at his words.

“Just as we expected.” Terou, the bright green haired man, smiles like a snake. All teeth and venom.

“He means, We wouldn’t expect anything less from the number 5 and number 8 heroes.” Oh god, please don’t start this. My hand is already on Bakugou’s shoulder, threatening to use my quirk on him. Every time someone mentions that Midoriya is three spots ahead of Bakugou, he explodes the place.

“All because of the sparkling things we know about them, right?” I smile charmingly, tightening my grip on him. I wanted him to know this interview had to go smoothly.

“Exactly!” The twins chime in together. “Let’s get started!”

We get situated in our seats, the boys on both sides of myself and Nishihara. Terou and Noriko are insistent that we are all friends here and we call them by their given names. Myself, Nishihara, and Midoriya agree. Bakugou simply crosses his arms and I have to give the usual spiel.

“Bakugou here prefers that only the family calls him by his first name. He’s very particular about that.” I beam at Bakugou who is still staring down at our hosts.

“A man of honor, I like it!” Noriko leans on her hand and stares back at Bakugoul.

“Alright! Welcome to a new episode of The Talented Few! I am Furutara Terou-”

“-and I’m Noriko!-“

“And today we have the King Explosion Murder himself, Dynamight!” Terou smiles.

“We also have his childhood rival, Deku!” Noriko has shifted her gaze to Midoriya who gives her a winning smile.

“We should let the beautiful ladies here introduce themselves.” Terou’s eyes are directly on Nishihara and I feel myself still at this comment.

“I’m Nishihara Midori. I am Deku’s PR Rep.”

“I’m Ikeda Jun, I am Dynamight’s PR Rep.”

The first portion of the interview goes over just fine. Bakugou is a man of few words as usual and Midoriya carries most of the conversation. There are occasional questions for myself and Nishihara but those are far and few between. Just when I think this isn’t going to be a shit show, Noriko asks a question that stumps me.

“Why did the Dynamight-Red Riot team hire you, Jun?”

“What?” I asked, totally taken off guard.

“Well?” Terou is at the edge of his seat. “It has to be because of your plain looks.”

“It was because of my quirk.” I respond in a small voice, looking down at my hands. It was probably to not tempt Bakugou either.

“Shut up.” Bakugou snaps, making everyone look at him instead of me. “Ikeda is amazing at her job and we hired her because of her quirk and experience.”

“Bakugou-” I warn but I’m interrupted by the man himself.

“No, I won’t handle slander against my team.”

“Come on man, look at her next to Midori. You can’t tell me she wasn’t hired to make sure you don’t screw her. Hero’s are known for screwing their PR Reps.” I can feel tears welling in my eyes. Bakugou stands in his seat and grabs my wrist.

“We’re done here.” I look at Midoriya for help but he looks just as livid. Midori is trying to get me to stand and before I know it we are leaving the vicinity.

“Bakugou.” I’m trying to get his attention. “Bakugou!” I jerk my hand from his grip and he stops, turning to me sharply.

“What.” He growls.

“You can’t storm out just because they decided to pick on me! Imagine how that makes me and you look!”

“I don’t tolerate that kind of bullshit.”

“You were about ready to cry!” Midoriya chimes in with Nishihara nodding her head.

“We can’t do this! It doesn’t matter whether I cry or not. We should go back and apologize.” I turn away from the group and march back into the building. I can see the twins coming up the hallway. Someone grabs my wrist again and I turn to see Midoriya.

“Come on, Jun, let’s just leave before you have to use your quirk.” I peer past Midoriya to see absolute anger written all over Bakugou’s face.

“Fine but I am not writing an email to the rest of the team.” I brush past Midoriya and the rest of the group. I head straight to the car and I don’t say a single word to anyone else of the ride home.

After the disastrous day at work I decided to go out with some girlfriends from the office and Ashido Mina. She would be a “work girlfriend” if she wasn’t a hero with her own agency and the number 10 hero on the leaderboard. Due to her relationship with Kirishima, she was around a lot and we had formed a strong bond in our mutual dislike for Bakugou. Hers was more of a gossip-y shit stirrer hate while mine, mine was genuine.

“Tell me mooooore!” An absolutely shit faced Mina is hanging on every word I’m saying.

“All I have to say is that I am mad that Bakugou gets to pick and choose when he likes me. If it benefits his image he can be the perfect boss.” I take a shot. “Otherwise he is a royal asshole.”

“You know, Bakugou doesn’t know how to handle his feelings.” Mina defends.

“He’s emotionally constipated and I am tired of people defending him” The other girls just peer into their glasses and don’t say a thing.

“What about your date!” Hikaru from accounting asks. I roll my eyes and take another shot.

“He ditched out on me. Takeuchi is a pussy.” I sneer.

“What! He was so excited for that date, he talked about you all day!” Hikaru pouts and another one of the girls coughs. “Oh yeah, Bakugou came in accounting that day-”

“Jun! Let’s dance!” Mina is quick to jump up and pull me away from the others.

We dance for a little before Mina starts talking about a handsome sidekick of hers. I look at her confused because I know she is dedicated to Kirishima.

“I want to set up a date with him! I think you two would look cute together!” She smiles at me. I look at Mina in shock! Me?

“Sure! Can I give him your number?” I quickly nod and listen intently as Mina tells me more about the sidekick, what his quirk is, and what he looks like. I am suddenly excited! Maybe this date will be a good one. I need something in my life besides my hatred for Bakugou feuling my reason to wake up every day.

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featuring — stray kids members x gn!reader ( masterlist )

summary — a reaction of how the stray kids boys realize they can’t live without you, and come to beg you for a second chance!

contents — angst, mentions of fights, possible reconciliation.

bang ♢ chan

bang chan had always been composed, the leader who held everyone together. but when you broke up with him, the cracks in his armor showed. he respected your decision and convinced himself that it was for the best, despite the emptiness growing unbearable.

he wasn’t himself since and the people around him began to notice. the usual spark in his eyes dimmed, and the weight of your absence felt suffocating. he replayed the last argument over and over in his head, agonizing over what he could’ve done differently. but as much as he respected your decision, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed to try, just one more time, to fight for what you both had.

it was late when he showed up at your doorstep, his hand hovering over the doorbell. when you answered, you were more than surprised to see him standing there, his shoulders slightly hunched as if he was carrying the weight of the world. his hair was disheveled, eyes rimmed red. he looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“chan? what are you doing here?” the nickname slipped from your lips almost too easily and you suppressed the urge to recoil. being around him — being his, was too easy. even with the two months apart, one look into his eyes was all it took for everything to come rushing back.

“i… i needed to see you,” he said, his voice trembling slightly and his australian accent slightly thicker, which was a sign of his nervousness. “i know you said that it’s over, but i can’t accept it — not without trying to make things right.”

you felt something in your chest lurch, and for a few moments you were rendered speechless. a large part of you wanted to forget the fight and what lead up to it, but the smaller part of you kept reminding you of how alone he made you feel despite being together. “we’ve already talked about this. you need to let me go. i... i don’t want to go back to feeling the way i did.”

he shook his head, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. “i can’t just let you go,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “i know i messed up. i wasn’t there for you when you needed me most, i treated you like another responsibility, and i hate myself for it. but please, give me a chance to prove that i can do better. i can’t lose you like this.”

“chan…” you looked away, your heart breaking at the vulnerability in his voice. your own eyes blurred with tears and you tried to blink them away.

“i know i’m asking a lot,” he continued, taking a tentative step closer. his hands itched with the need to reach out for your waist; the feeling of your skin under his palms a muscle memory. “but i love you. i love you more than anything, and i can’t imagine my life without you in it. tell me what i need to do, and i’ll do it. just… don’t give up on us.”

his desperation was raw and unfiltered, and it was clear that he’d spent every waking moment thinking about this moment. whether you took him back or not, he was determined to fight for you until the very end.

felix ♢

felix was a wreck after the breakup. the ever-present sunshine in his personality dimmed, replaced by a quiet sadness that the others noticed but didn’t know how to fix. he replayed the moments leading up to your decision endlessly, wondering where he went wrong. no matter how hard he tried to respect your choice and acknowledge his mistakes, his heart refused to let it go.

one rainy evening, he found himself standing in the reception office of your workplace while soaked to the bone. he didn’t care that the receptionist was eyeing him in annoyance for dripping on the floors, or that he looked homeless from his red-rimmed eyes and masked face. when you finally made your way down after a call from your superiors, you were shocked.

“felix? what the hell?” you whisper-yelled, your voice laced with concern despite the shock as you grasped his arms to lead him to the bathrooms instead of the ac-blasting reception so he wouldn’t get sick.

“i had to see you,” he said, his voice trembling. both from the cold and his overwhelming feelings. “i couldn’t just… let it end like that.”

you sighed, grasping his freezing hands in yours and holding it under the hot air of the hand drier, not caring that you were in the men’s room. felix couldn’t care less either as he momentarily basked in the feeling of your soft hands in his after so long. “i know i hurt you, and i hate myself for it. but i can’t let you go without telling you how much you mean to me.”

“and you thought this was the smartest way to do it? by getting yourself sick?” you shook your head, trying to keep your emotions in check. he broke your heart, you tried to remind yourself to keep yourself steely. it didn’t work.

“i know i made mistakes,” he continued, his voice breaking as he sniffled and you avoided his gaze and chalked it up to the cold. “i wasn’t there for you the way i should have been. but you… you’re everything to me. you’re the reason i smile, the reason i wake up in the morning. please, tell me how to fix this.”

his vulnerability was heart-wrenching and you felt your own eyes blur through your silence. felix didn’t look away from you the entire time, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “i’ll do anything, anything to make things right. just… don’t walk away from me. from us.”

as the rain continued to pour outside, felix stood there, baring his soul to you. he wasn’t just asking for forgiveness — he was offering every piece of himself, hoping it would be enough to convince you to take him back.

lee ♢ know

lee know was stubborn by nature, and after the breakup, he tried to convince himself he didn’t need anyone. he put on a brave face around the others, burying himself in practice and work. taking on excess time to keep his mind off you worked for a while, but even then every time he went home to the empty silence of his apartment, your absence hit him like a freight train.

his members began to notice his stubbornness and attempt to dismiss your relationship, giving him the space he needed as they hoped he’d work through it. but it began to become clear he was taking the ostrich’s way out — burying his head in the sand and pretending everything was fine.

it took weeks for him to swallow his pride and realize he didn’t want to deal with the emptiness anymore. the fight was so stupid and you were the love of his life, so why weren’t you together right now?

he wasn’t one to beg, but losing you was something he slowly realized he couldn’t bear. and so one evening after heavy contemplation, he found himself standing outside your apartment door, clutching his phone in one hand and a small bouquet of your favorite flowers in the other.

when you opened the door, you paused and your eyes widened in surprise. your treacherous heart missed a beat and you attempted to school your expression to normal. “minho? what are you doing here?”

“i, uh, i needed to see you,” he said, his usual cool demeanor replaced with a hesitance you rarely saw.

your mind flashed with the hurtful words he threw at you during the argument and you crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe. “i thought we agreed that separating was for the best.”

“maybe i thought so at first,” he admitted, his voice soft but firm. “but i don’t think i can do this anymore. i can’t pretend that i’m okay being without you because i’m not.”

“minho…” you started, looking away as you didn’t know what to say.

“i know i don’t say it enough,” he interrupted, his gaze dropping to the ground. “but i love you. i loved you then, and i love you now. and i hate that i let you go without fighting for you. i hate that i was so stupid.”

“you hurt me,” you said, a slight wobble in your voice that you attempted to mask with by clearing your throat softly. but the hurt in your eyes was hard to miss. “i can’t just forget that.”

“i know,” he said, stepping closer. he put the flowers down on the floor by your feet as he took your hands in his, his palms warm. “and i don’t expect you to. but i want to make it up to you. i’ll do whatever it takes to earn your trust again. because i mean it when i say i won’t make the same mistakes again.”

he squeezed your palms softly, bringing your fingers up to his lips. “i know i’m not the best at showing how much you mean to me. but you do — more than anything. and if there’s even the smallest part of you that still feels the same way, please… give me another chance.”

it wasn’t easy for lee know to open up like this, but the thought of losing you for good outweighed his fear of vulnerability and hesitance. whether or not you decided to take him back, he was determined to show you just how much you meant to him.

hyun ♢ jin

hyunjin wasn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but the breakup managed to shatter the carefully built walls around his emotions. he threw himself into his art and practice, hoping it would drown out the ache in his chest. but no matter how many brushstrokes he painted or routines he perfected, nothing could fill the void you’d left behind.

while hoping to take a walk on evening , hyunjin mindlessly ended up walking into your favorite park, the place where you’d spent countless nights talking about dreams and fears. as usual, you were there sitting on the same bench you’d share, a book on your lap but your mind and gaze were elsewhere.

hyunjin stood there for a few moments, unable to look away until your wandering gaze settled on him. you paused, startled to see him there, his usually confident posture replaced by a tentative nervousness as he slowly walked to you.

“hyunjin?” you looked up at him, unsure if you should address him in public since your relationship was over. he was dressed in black, a mask covering the bottom half of his face, but you recognized him immediately.

he hesitated for aa moment before he sat down beside you, a small bittersweet smile tugging at his lips even though you couldn’t see it. “i wasn’t sure you’d be here,” he admitted.

“i didn’t know you’d be here either,” you replied cautiously, fidgeting with your book in your lap. would you have come if you knew? maybe, maybe not.

he took a deep breath, his gaze locking onto you even though you wouldn’t look back at him. “i just... i needed to see you. i can’t keep pretending i’m okay with this when i’m not.”

“hyunjin, we’ve already talked about this…”

“i know,” he interrupted, his voice heavy with emotion. “but i can’t let it end like this. i know i hurt you really bad, and i hate myself for it every day. i thought i was protecting you from this life and me, but all i did was push you away.”

your fingers softly tightened around the book, trying to calm yourself against the raw emotion in his voice. “it’s not that simple.”

“i know it’s not,” he said, scooting slightly closer. he couldn’t take his eyes off you. you were so pretty. “but i love you. i’ve always loved you, even when i was too scared to show it. and if there’s even a small part of you that still cares about me and what we had, then please… let me try to fix this.”

his voice broke as he added, “i’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if i have to. just… don’t give up on us. not yet.”

you finally looked up at him and your breath hitched at the proximity. the vulnerability in hyunjin’s eyes was almost too much for you to bear. he wasn’t just asking for forgiveness — he was offering every piece of himself, hoping it would be enough to convince you to give him one last chance. he wouldn’t lose you again.

i.n ♢

jeongin had never experienced heartbreak like this before. the breakup ended up hitting him harder than he ever thought possible. he spent days replaying the fight you both had in his head, wondering how he could’ve done things differently. his hyungs tried their best to cheer him up, but their efforts only seemed to highlight the emptiness he felt without you.

you were his first relationship, his first kiss, his first love and the woman he thought he’d marry some day. he’d questioned his success as an idol, he’d question his talents — but the lifetime of your relationship was one thing he never had to question. so to have that one dream shattered was more than the average heartbreak. jeongin would probably never date again.

only nine days had passed since you left, and after those 200 hours, jeongin couldn’t take it anymore. he knew your schedule in and out, and he knew exactly where you’d be on a weekend evening at 5.

he showed up at your favorite café, the place where you’d spent countless afternoons together and took a seat at the very booth you’d always sit at, counting down the minutes to when you’ll show up.

so when you walked in and spotted him sitting at your usual table, his nervous smile and the familiar warmth in his eyes caught you off guard.

“jeongin?” you asked cautiously as you approached, looking around the almost empty area. “what are you doing here?”

he stood up quickly, his hands fidgeting as he spoke, wanting to reach out to you. “hi. i… i wasn’t sure if you’d come here today, but i had to take the chance.”

you hesitated, unsure of what to say. it had barely been over a week since your breakup. “what do you want?”

“i want to apologize,” he said earnestly, his voice quiet but steady. he had already made up his mind. “and to ask for another chance.”

“jeongin, we already talked about this,” you replied, shaking your head softly. the argument was still fresh in your mind and you didn’t plan to give in anytime soon. yet one look into his puppy-like eyes was all it took. damn.

“i know that,” he said quickly, his words tumbling out in a rush. “but i can’t just let it end the way it did. i know i hurt you, and i know i wasn’t the boyfriend you deserved, but i want to make it right. i need to make it right.”

you sighed, hesitantly sitting down across from him. “it’s not that easy.”

“i know it’s not,” jeongin said, his gaze earnest. he was not going to leave without you. “but i love you. and i’ll do whatever it takes to prove that to you. i’ve been thinking about everything i did wrong, and i promise, i’ll be better. just… don’t shut me out completely. you don’t have to take me back now, but know i’m not going to let this be the end of us.”

his voice softened as he added, “i know i’m asking for a lot, but please… let me show you how much you mean to me. even if it seems a little too late.”

you found yourself softening against your will. jeongin’s sincerity was palpable, and the quiet determination in his eyes made it clear that he wasn’t giving up on you. whether or not you decided to take him back, he was willing to do whatever it took to make amends.

han ♢

han had always been known for his bright energy, and the way he could light up a room with his laughter. but ever since the breakup, his spark was gone and it became glaringly obvious. the jokes came less frequently, and the music he created sounded hollow, even to him. he missed you, missed the comfort of your presence and the way you always seemed to understand him when no one else could.

his group members had tried to give him the time and space he needed, since your relationship was long-term and impactful. you had been by han’s side since before stray kids, and the loss of your presence in his life was something all 7 of them combined couldn’t match up to.

the moment han decided he couldn’t stay away any longer, he abandoned the practice session and rushed straight to your place without even thinking it through. the journey was a blur and his body ran on instinct until he was standing outside your door.

his hands fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie as he rehearsed what he wanted to say for a few minutes before knocking once he was semi-confident of what to say and had plastered a small nervous smile on his lips.

when you opened the door, his smile faltered at the sight of you. “hey,” he said softly, his voice tinged with hesitance, looking over the sight of you in your pajamas.

“han? what are you doing here?” you paused in shock, not expecting his presence out of all things.

“i… i couldn’t stay away,” he admitted, his gaze dropping to the ground. he forgot what he planned to say. “i know i don’t have any right to be here after what happened and what i said, but i needed to talk to you.”

you looked over his sweaty and disheveled appearance as if he ran here, and crossed your arms, looking away. “we already talked, han. what’s left to say?”

“a lot,” he said quickly, his voice trembling slightly — from being out of breath, or from the prospect of losing you, he wasn’t sure. “i know i messed up real bad. i know i didn’t always handle things the way i should’ve, but i can’t —” he paused, swallowing hard. “i can’t lose you.”

you sighed, trying to keep your composure. you knew his words were true. “you realize that now? after all that was said and done?”

“i know what i said,” he said, stepping closer. “but i need you to know how sorry i am. i didn’t realize how much i was taking you for granted until you were gone. and now… now i feel like i’m missing a part of myself. you, and what we had, none of that can ever be replaced. you were the one, and i was so stupid for letting you go like that.”

“han…”

“i’m not asking you to forgive me right now,” he continued, his voice cracking. “but i just want one chance to show you that i can be better. please, just give me that chance. i won’t screw up again.”

his vulnerability was raw and unguarded, and the tears welling up in his eyes mirrored the ache in your chest. his presence only made you realize what you were missing. han wasn’t one to beg, but for you, he’d put his pride aside if it meant that he could win you back.

seung ♢ min

seungmin prided himself on his ability to stay composed, but the breakup had shaken him to his core. he replayed your last conversation over and over, analyzing every word, every tone, trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong. the silence in his life without you was deafening, and no amount of logic could convince his heart to move on.

he knew he had no right to approach you or ask for forgiveness after his neglect, but damn was it hard to get past your absence in his daily life. meals, practice and sleeping alone felt void — like a puzzle piece was missing, leaving the actions feeling inadequate.

it took him a month to realize he couldn’t go on without you, weeks to decide how he was going to approach you, and another handful of days to work up the courage and find himself standing outside your door. his heart was pounding in his chest and his hands felt sweaty.

when you opened your front door, you were startled to see seungmin there, his usual calm demeanor replaced with an uncharacteristic hesitance and unease. “seungmin? what are you doing here?”

“i…” he hesitated, his eyes dropping to the floor as he suddenly felt a wave of unpreparedness. “i needed to talk to you.”

you were surprised but crossed your arms and kept your expression guarded, equally as hesitant. “we’ve already said everything that needed to be said. why now?”

“no,” he said firmly, meeting your gaze. a troubled look in his eyes. seungmin wasn’t sure if he felt like crying, or throwing up. “i didn’t say enough. i didn’t fight for you the way i should have, and i can’t let it end like this.”

“seungmin…” you frowned softly

“i know i made mistakes,” he interrupted, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “i know i wasn’t always there for you the way i should’ve been. but i love you. and i can’t just let you walk away without trying to make things right.”

you sighed, looking away. “it’s not that simple. you hurt me.”

“i know,” he said, his voice softening. “and i hate myself for it. but i want to make it up to you. i’ll do whatever it takes, no matter how long it takes. i just need you to give me a chance.”

when you didn’t respond immediately, he took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly. “i’m not asking you to forget everything. i’m just asking for the chance to prove that i can be better—that i can be the person you deserve.”

the quiet determination in his voice was unlike anything you’d heard from him before. it was clear that seungmin wasn’t just asking for forgiveness—he was willing to fight for you, no matter how long it took.

chang ♢ bin

changbin wasn’t used to feeling helpless, but after the breakup, he felt like his world had been turned upside down. he threw himself into his music, trying to channel his emotions into lyrics, but even that didn’t offer the relief he was hoping for. the studio felt empty without you. his group mates tried to cheer him up, but nothing could replace your touch, the sound of your laugh or the way you’d encourage him after a long day.

it didn’t take long before he realized he couldn’t let you go. your presence couldn’t be replaced by practice or writing, and every heart wrenching feeling being poured into his file of unreleased songs. it had reached a point where he had gotten tired of the separation and ended up impulsively making his way to your apartment one evening.

changbin’s heart was pounding as he worked up the courage to knock, freezing in surprise when you suddenly opened the door in that purple shirt of yours that you always wore to grocery shop. he stared at you quietly for a few moments, watching how your expression shifted from surprise to guardedness.

“changbin? what are you doing here?” you spoke softly, your gaze flickering around the hall to make sure no neighbor was out.

he hesitated, feeling extremely unprepared despite replaying the conversation in his mind the whole ride here, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “i just needed to see you,” he said, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

“bin, we’ve already talked about this,” you began the nickname slipping too easily, but he shook his head.

“no, i need you to listen,” he said, his voice firm but he had to clear his throat to stay composed. “i know i messed up. really bad. i know i didn’t always handle things the way i should’ve, but i can’t lose you. i don’t know how to be without you.”

you sighed, fidgeting slightly as you looked over his disheveled hair and troubled expression. he wouldn’t meet your eyes either. “it’s not that simple, changbin. you can’t just show up after what happened and expect everything to be okay.”

“i know that,” he said, his dark eyes pleading as he ran his palm over his face. he wasn’t one to beg but if he left this without knowing you were his again, he didn’t know what he’d do. “but i’m willing to do whatever it takes to fix this. i’ll change. i’ll be better. just tell me what you need, and i’ll make it happen.”

you looked away, trying to maintain your resolve, but his words slowly chipped away at your defenses. he was the best you’d ever had, until he wasn’t. “why now, changbin? why couldn’t you do this before and how am i supposed to believe you’ve changed?”

“because i was scared,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, looking up at you as he reached out to grasp your hands in his. “i was scared of failing you, or of not being enough. but i realized i’m more scared of losing you forever. i wouldn’t be able to bear that.”

his voice trembled and he nearly found himself in tears, leaning his forehead against yours. “please, give me another chance. let me prove that i can be the person you deserve.”

notes: something about writing sad shit and horny shit really makes me tingle. anybody interested in an individual smut fic?

[secretidentie]

A rumor about Superman and batman dating starts making the rounds in the hero community and everyone goes crazy. Primarily, a group of heroes who don't approve of the relationship . Their reason? They don't approve of the relationship's "large power imbalance"

Some heroes don't think the imbalance is a big deal while others say it's the reason they can't support the relationship but regardless everyone thinks the imbalance is there and no one elaborates on what this power imbalance is because it seems so obvious to them. It's however not as obvious to Bruce and Clark.

Bruce: I do understand why people are concerned

Clark: Yeah but I would have thought people were over the fact I was an alien by now. I would never abuse that power

Bruce: .......Wait you think you're the one they're concerned about?

Clark: Well....yeah. Why else would everyone be making such a big deal

Bruce: well not only am I funding the league I also own The Daily Planet. Maybe they're scared I'm leveraging power over you

Clark: Bruce I literally have superpowers. No offense but they obviously mean me

Bruce : I have more contingencies for you then you could count and a larger hoard of kryptonite then Luther. They obviously mean me

Clark: I can move mountains and planets. I've fought the worst in the Galaxy. I'VE REVERSED TIME BEFORE, BRUCE . I'm pretty sure I could kill you easily (if I were to abuse my power which, you know, I wouldn't)

Bruce: No you couldn't. I'm batman

Clark: that's not a valid argument and you know it

Bruce: yes it is. I'm batman *Smoke bombs away*

This whole back and forth leads to the most annoying and petty dick-measuring contest you could imagine until a week later someone explains that everyone was concerned that two of the most powerful members of the league dating would make them overall much more powerful than anyone else in the league.

This whole thing is solved by batman giving a presentation on relationships in the workplace and how it will not affect how they work and a follow-up presentation on how he could totally beat superman in a fight if he had enough prep time.

Superman walks out soon after the second presentation starts and that sparks conversations of how a superbat break up would affect the league

[newobsessionweekly]

She's my wife

Main masterlist | The Rookie masterlist

Tim Bradford x wife!reader Fandom: The Rookie

Summary: You are Tim's wife and join him to the station for the day, looking for a Metro recruit.

Fluff

A/N: I loooove this, I start to love writing fluff. Thank you for this request. I have so many ideas and I don't know where to start. Also, I'm looking forward to your requests. Thank you for your support and your feedback is more than welcomed and appreciated! Have a wonderful day, bubs and enjoy this story! Lots of love

Warnings: None, pure fluff, not proofread yet

Requested: Yes! Words: 3.8k Photo not mine, credits to the owner @renegadesstuff !

The familiar scent of stale coffee and printer ink hits you as soon as you step through the doors of the station. It's been years since you last set foot in that place, but the memories come rushing back with startling clarity. The station hasn't changed much—it's still a hive of activity, with officers rushing to and fro, phones ringing off the hook, and the occasional burst of laughter echoing through the halls.

As you make your way through the bustling room, you can't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. This place holds so many memories for you—the late nights spent poring over case files, the adrenaline-fueled chases through the city streets, the quiet moments of comradery with your fellow officers. It feels like a lifetime ago, yet the memories are as vivid as ever.

You pause for a moment to take it all in, your gaze sweeping over the familiar surroundings. The bullpen, with its rows of desks and cluttered bulletin boards, holds a special place in your heart. It's where you once stood as a training officer, guiding rookies through their first days on the job.

Tim Bradford was your favorite and a handful from the start—a troubled rookie who struggled to follow orders and grasp the basics of the job. You remember the frustration of trying to teach him the ropes, the countless hours spent drilling him on the rookie book, only for him to push back and resist at every turn.

You remember the determination in Tim's eyes, the way he refused to give up even when the odds seemed stacked against him. And despite his rebellious nature, there was something about him—a spark of raw talent and an unwavering sense of loyalty—that set him apart from the rest.

But amidst the nostalgia, there's a sense of purpose driving you forward. You're here on official business, after all— you were sent there to find a new recruit to join Metro. And while part of you wishes you could stay lost in the memories of the past, another part knows that you have a job to do.

You're greeted by familiar faces at every turn. The joy radiating from your former colleagues as they see you again warms your heart, and you can't help but return their smiles with genuine affection.

Among the crowd, you notice Tim watching you from across the room, his expression a mix of confusion and curiosity. You shoot him a reassuring smile, silently promising to explain everything later.

Lucy stands beside Tim, a look of bewilderment on her face. "Who's that?" she whispers to Tim, nodding in your direction.

Tim's brow furrows for a moment as he studies you, then he turns back to Lucy with a shrug. "That's Y/N," he answers simply. "She works with Metro."

Lucy's eyes widen in surprise, her gaze darting back and forth between you and Tim. "What's she doing here?" she asks, her curiosity piqued.

Tim gives a nonchalant shrug, trying to downplay the situation. "No clue," he replies, though a hint of curiosity lingers in his tone. "Maybe she's just passing through."

As Tim watches you from across the room, a wave of warmth washes over him. Seeing you here, in the midst of his workplace, brings back a flood of memories—of late-night patrols, of shared laughter, of the bond you forged as rookie and TO. Despite the hustle and bustle of the station, his attention is drawn solely to you, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of your beauty.

It's an understatement that he adores you. He loves you with every breath, every heart beat and he couldn't get enough of you. Since you were recruited for Metro, he missed you every shift, longing for you to make his duties more bearable.

There's a softness in his eyes as he approaches, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Despite the secrecy surrounding your relationship, seeing you there fills him with a sense of comfort and belonging. In that moment, surrounded by the chaos of the station, all that matters is the connection you share—a bond that transcends the boundaries of your professional lives.

"Hey there," he greets you warmly, "What are you doing here?"

Seeing him there, in his element, reminds you of the journey you've taken together—from a rookie and his training officer to partners in both crime and love.

You return Tim's smile with one of your own, your eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, you know, just thought I'd drop by and say hi," you reply casually, purposely avoiding his question. "How's your day been?"

There's a twinkle in your eye as you meet his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the love and understanding that binds you together. Despite the complexities of your situation, there's an unspoken agreement between you—a shared understanding of the sacrifices you've made for the sake of your relationship.

Tim chuckles at your playful evasion, rolling his eyes. "Smooth as always," he replies, though there's a hint of amusement in his tone. "But seriously, what are you doing here?"

You feign innocence, batting your eyelashes at Tim with exaggerated sweetness. "You know I can't tell you." you tease, knowing full well that your response will only fuel his curiosity further.

Tim lets out a mock sigh, shaking his head in amusement. "Fine, keep your secrets," he says with a playful grin. "But just remember, I know where you sleep at night."

You laugh at his playful threat, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "Wouldn't dream of it," you reply with a wink, before turning your attention to Lucy, who's been watching the exchange with interest.

A curious expression played on her face as Tim takes the opportunity to introduce you. "Officer Chen, meet Y/N," he says, gesturing to you with a fond smile. "She's a pain in the ass sometimes, but if you ignore her, she's ok."

"Nice to meet you, Lucy," you say, your tone friendly and inviting as you offered Lucy a warm smile, extending your hand in greeting. "I've heard so much about you."

Lucy returns your smile, her curiosity piqued. "Nice to meet you," she replies, shaking your hand. "How do you know Tim, if you don't mind me asking?"

You glance at Tim with a mischievous twinkle in your eye, a playful smirk playing at your lips. "Oh, you know," you reply cryptically, earning a raised eyebrow from Tim. "We go way back. Let's just say he owes me a few favors."

Tim lets out an exasperated sigh, knowing full well that you're enjoying teasing him. "Don't listen to her, Chen," he says with a chuckle.

"You should listen to me if you want to survive him." you winked at his rookie " I created the monster and I'm the only one who knows how to defeat him."

Tim's eyebrows shoot up in mock indignation, his lips curling into a playful smirk. "Hey now, watch it," he retorts, feigning offense. "I'll have you know, she doesn't need any help from you."

You laugh at Tim's exaggerated reaction, shooting him a knowing look. "Oh, I'm sure Lucy can handle herself just fine," you reply with a wink, earning a chuckle from Lucy.

"Wait–" the rookie began as realisation hits "You are Tim's TO?"

You glanced at your husband, smiling brightly as he put his grumpy expression on, "Guilty as charged."

As Lucy's eyes widen in shock and excitement, she can barely contain her enthusiasm. Her mind is racing with questions as she tries to process the realization that she's standing face-to-face with the legendary training officer.

The rookie turns to Tim, her expression incredulous. "You never mentioned her before!" she exclaims.

Tim crossed his arms above his chest, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice. "Because my life is none of your business, Officer Chen," he retorts.

She faced you with a barrage of questions, her enthusiasm didn't wane, "What was Tim like as a rookie? I heard he wasn't so keen on following orders, is it true?"

You smiled at her, starting to like her more and more. She's definitely giving Tim a hard time. What you know from Tim and seeing her so curious and exited, you knew she has what it takes to be a successful cop.

Before you can respond, Tim interrupts, his irritation growing by the second. "Alright, that's enough, Chen," he barks, his tone firm and commanding. "Shop, now!"

"Yes, sir."

Lucy's excitement fades as she reluctantly obeys Tim's orders, shooting you an apologetic look before hurrying off to prepare for the patrol. As she disappears from view, Tim lets out a frustrated sigh, the grumpiness lifting slightly as he turns back to you.

"She seems nice," you comment, nodding towards where Lucy disappeared. "She's a good kid."

Tim sighs, running a hand through his hair as he considers your words. "Yeah, you're probably right," he admits, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

You reach out to gently squeeze his hand, a reassuring smile playing on your lips. "I know, and I know that sometimes a little kindness goes a long way," you say gently. "She'll appreciate it in the long run."

As Tim gazes at you, a mixture of admiration and gratitude flickers in his eyes. He's more than just a grumpy, hard-to-please man—he's a devoted husband, a dedicated cop, and a man who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. Despite his tough exterior, there's a vulnerability in his gaze.

The sun filters through the windows of the station, its golden rays dance across Tim's face, casting a warm glow that accentuates his rugged features. He appears even more handsome in this moment, his chiseled jawline and piercing gaze illuminated by the soft light.

His sandy blonde hair catches the sunlight, creating a halo of golden warmth around his head. His eyes, usually sharp and focused, soften in the gentle light, revealing a depth of emotion that takes your breath away.

As Tim searched your face, you're bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, the sunlight highlighting the delicate contours of your face and the warmth of your smile. Your eyes, a mesmerizing shade, sparkle with mischief and warmth, drawing him in like a moth to a flame.

He peaked around at the officers, everyone minding their business, before he leaned in, his warm breath caressing your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His hand gently cups your cheek, his touch tender yet possessive, as if he never wants to let you go. You feel the soft brush of his lips against yours, a gentle yet insistent pressure that ignites a fire deep within your soul.

As the kiss deepens, you feel his other hand slide around your waist, pulling you closer until there's barely an inch of space between you. His touch is electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as you melt into his embrace.

His lips move against yours with a hunger that matches your own, each kiss a testament to the love and longing that burns between you. There's a raw intensity to his touch, a desperate need to be as close to you as humanly possible.

For a brief instant, time seems to stand still as you respond eagerly, your heart racing as you lean into the kiss, savoring the warmth of his embrace. Despite its brevity, the intensity of the moment leaves you dizzy with desire, longing for more even as you reluctantly pull away.

Before the moment can linger, Tim's attention is drawn to something behind you. With a quick glance over your shoulder, you realize that Lucy is watching from afar, a curious expression on her face, sided by her mouth forming an "o" shape filled with surprise.

Tim's lips curl into a wry smile as he leans in to murmur in your ear, his voice barely above a whisper. "Looks like we've got a little shadow," he says, amusement dancing in his eyes. "She's gonna be a pain in my ass all day!"

You laugh softly at Tim's comment, shaking your head in amusement. "Well, you did sign up for this when you became her TO," you tease, a playful glint in your eyes. "Just be nice, okay? She's just curious."

Tim rolls his eyes at your advice, but there's a hint of affection in his gaze as he gazes at you. "Fine, I'll try to play nice," he concedes with a grin. "But no promises if she starts asking too many questions."

As your husband heads off for patrol with Lucy, you find yourself seated across from Sergeant Grey in his office, the familiar surroundings offering a sense of comfort amidst the chaos of the precinct. His office is tidy yet lived-in, with stacks of paperwork neatly organized on his desk and a few personal mementos scattered about—a photo of his family, a commendation plaque from his years of service.

Wade offers you a warm smile as you settle into your seat, "Y/N, it's been a while. Think the last time I saw you was at your wedding?"

You nod in agreement, "It hasn't been that long. But you know Metro, it keeps me busy."

"Well, it's always a pleasure to have you around." Sergeant Grey's words of praise for your time as an officer at the station warm your heart, "You were one of the best we had," he continues, sincerity evident in his tone. "It's a shame to lose you to Metro."

As the conversation progresses, you take a deep breath before broaching the subject of your visit. "Sir, I'm here on official business," you explain, your tone serious. "Metro is recruiting, and I'm here to find the best officer for the job."

Grey nods in understanding, "I see. And do you have anyone in mind?" he asks, leaning forward slightly.

You hesitate for a moment before responding. "Actually, I do," you admit, your gaze meeting his. "I think Officer Bradford would be the best fit for Metro."

He considers your words for a moment before responding. "I have to say, I agree with you, Tim would make an excellent addition to Metro."

There's a hint of hesitation in your eyes as he speaks, and you can tell that he senses there's more to your recommendation than meets the eye. "Is there something else on your mind, Y/N?" he asks, his tone gentle but probing.

You paused, choosing your words carefully before responding. "Well, sir, it's just... I'm not sure if it's appropriate for me to recommend Tim," you admit, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "I don't want it to seem like a conflict of interests."

You found yourself grappling with a mix of emotions. There's a deep-rooted sense of pride your work, coupled with a genuine desire to see Tim succeed in his career.

"Trust me, Y/N, Officer Bradford's qualifications speak for themselves." he leaned back on his chair, "Don't worry about it. I'll handle it from here. We both know you and Tim keep your private life apart, and I'll make sure Metro knows this decision is based solely on Tim's achievements."

Sergeant Grey's words sink in, a rush of relief floods through you, washing away some of the anxiety that had been gnawing at your nerves. It's comforting to know that your integrity as an officer won't be called into question, that your personal connection with Tim won't overshadow his merits.

With a grateful smile, you nod in appreciation, the knot of worry in your stomach loosening with each word he speaks. "Thank you, Sir."

"Now go find your husband!"

In the dimly lit interior of the shop, the tension between Tim and Lucy was palpable. Lucy's curiosity burned bright, fueled by suspicions and unanswered questions.

"So..." Lucy ventured, breaking the uneasy silence. "I saw you and Y/N kissing, back at the station. Is she your girlfriend?"

Tim's jaw clenched at the inquiry, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "That's none of your business, Chen," he shot back, his tone gruff.

Lucy persisted, undeterred by his dismissive tone. "Come on, Tim," she pressed. "You can't just brush this off. I obviously know there's something going on between you two."

But Tim remained stoic, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. "I said it's none of your business," he repeated, his voice terse.

Lucy gaze lingered on him, studying his face. She couldn't read anything but irritation caused by her intrusion into his private life. She searched his hands, no sight of any ring, so the possibility of you being his wife dropped.

"Do you like her?" she insisted.

"What's the proper procedure for securing a crime scene?" he replied to her question, avoiding giving any details about you.

"Come on. You can't avoid this forever. Are you and her just colleagues, or is there something more?"

Tim's irritation simmers beneath the surface, his frustration mounting with each passing moment. He had hoped to avoid this line of questioning, to keep his personal life separate from his professional one. But Lucy's relentless curiosity had pushed him to his breaking point.

"What's the recommended procedure for securing a firearm during an arrest?"

She couldn't shake the feeling of defeat, knowing deep down that Tim wouldn't give her the answers she sought. Despite her best efforts to uncover the truth about Tim's relationship with you, she found herself hitting a dead end.

"I saw the way you look at her. You have feelings for her?"

"When searching a suspect, what areas of their body should you prioritize for pat-downs?"

"Fine. I'll shut up."

Confusion clouded Lucy's thoughts as she struggled to make sense of the situation. She couldn't understand why Tim was so guarded about his personal life, especially when it came to someone who seemed to hold such significance to him. It left her feeling unsettled, a nagging sense of curiosity gnawing at her.

As he focuses on the road ahead, he can't help but feel annoyed by Lucy's persistence. He knows she means well, but he's not ready to share the intimate details of his relationship with the woman he loves. He just wants to focus on their job, to keep their partnership strictly professional.

As lunchtime approached, the bustling street food area near the station came to life with the sound of chatter and the aroma of sizzling food. Amidst the crowd, you found an empty table, enjoying the inviting atmosphere, with colorful umbrellas providing shade from the midday sun as you waited for Tim.

Your husband approached the table where you were seated, a sense of defeat hung heavy in the air, exhausted from all of his rookie's questions. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, a tangible reminder of the connection you shared.

As the conversation turns to you, Tim leans in with a curious glint in his eyes. "So, what were you doing at the station earlier?"

"Metro sent me to find a recruit," you confess, your gaze meeting Tim's.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "And did you find one?"

Angela rises from her seat, flashing a smile, "I hate to break up the party, but duty calls. I'll catch you guys later."

You nod understandingly, bidding her farewell with a wave as she heads off to resume her patrol.

You return your attention to Tim, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Yeah. You."

Tim's eyes widen in disbelief, his expression a mix of shock and excitement. "Me? Are you serious?"

Nyla's figure blended into the bustling crowd as she disappears down the street with her rookie, leaving you and Tim alone.

You give him a knowing smirk. "Dead serious. They've been considering you for a while. Sending me down to the station was just a formality—a test, to see if I was ready for a promotion or something."

"You're getting promoted?"

"Uh-huh."

"That's awesome, babe. I'm proud of you."

As the lunch break comes to an end for Tim, he and his rookie prepare to go on patrol again. They stand by the patrol car, gearing up for their shift.

"Lucy, you're driving," Tim says, tossing her the keys with a grin. "Show me what you got."

Lucy's eyes light up with excitement as she catches the keys, nodding eagerly. "You got it, Officer Bradford. Shotgun!"

While Tim is in the shop, double-checking some equipment, you lean over the car door, catching his attention. "Hey," you say softly, a hint of concern in your voice. "Be safe out there, okay? And have a good time."

Tim gives you a reassuring smile, placing a hand over yours on the door. "Always am, love. Don't worry about me."

Just as the car starts to move, you lean in closer, your voice barely a whisper against the noise of the street. "And Tim... I'm pregnant."

Tim's eyes widen in surprise, his heart skipping a beat at the unexpected news. You placed a playful kiss on his cheek, before the car pulls away, you watch Tim drive off with a mixture of excitement and fear.

You were scared of his reaction, delivering him the news this way gave you time to process and turn all the possible scenarios upside down.

He meets your gaze one last time before the car disappears down the street, a rush of emotions flooding his mind—joy, excitement, and a touch of nervousness. But above all, there's a deep sense of love and gratitude for the life you've created together.

"Did you get your TO pregnant?" Lucy asks, her tone a mixture of surprise and incredulity.

Tim's jaw tightens, a flash of irritation crossing his features at the inappropriate question. He takes a deep breath, gathering his composure before responding firmly.

"She's my wife," Tim states, his voice leaving no room for further inquiry. "Now, shut up and drive."

He reaches up to where his uniform shirt collar meets his neck, pulling out a small chain with a wedding ring and some dog tags hanging from it. It's a subtle gesture, but one that holds immense significance—a symbol of the most important moments of his life, from fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan to marrying you.

Lucy's eyes widen in realization, a flush creeping up her cheeks as she realizes her mistake. Without another word, she focuses on the road ahead, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Tim sits back in his seat, his mind still reeling from the unexpected turn of events. Despite the initial shock, a sense of pride and excitement fills him at the prospect of becoming a father. And as the patrol car speeds through the city streets, Tim's thoughts are consumed with thoughts of the future.

[rorywritessmut]

Sparks in the Workplace

Ikeda Jun finally figures out why men won’t date her, and it has everything to do with Bakugou

Chapter Three

School was getting difficult, I hated school. I knew I had to power through the hard classes I didn’t like but it was going to be difficult. I threw my laptop onto the bed and sighed. My psych courses weren’t the hard part, it was all the pro hero and HIPPA laws that sucked. I know I need to know them but couldn’t they make the classes easier? I was knee deep in a paper about laws restricting PR reps and their relationships with Heroes when my phone buzzed.

Yamamoto Tamotsu

Hey, what are you doing?

Ikeda Jun

Knee deep in a college paper ):

Yamamoto Tamotsu

Want a break? (;

I like Yamamoto, or Tamo as he wanted to be called. He is the sidekick from some unknown school in rural Japan that is trying to make it big here in Mustafa. His quirk is called Mega Metal, he can turn his entire left arm into a Katana! Mina introduced us a couple of days after the terrible interview, and we instantly clicked! He asked me out on a date just a few days ago and I am still swooning over how sweet and kind he is!

Ikeda Jun

Maybe tomorrow? This paper is due tonight ):

He instantly replies

Yamamoto Tamotsu

Sure! I’ll swing by your work at 5 and pick you up!

I squealed into my pillow and kicked my feet like a little girl. He didn’t mind that I hated Bakugou, he actually did too! Most guys when they found out I worked for Dynamight as his PR Rep, they left in a hurry. Bakugou is an intimidating guy. I knew that but it seem like people thought he would be competition. Not Tamo, though, he knew that my hatred for my boss was as real as paper.

Tamo made me feel giddy, like I was in highschool again. He opened doors for me, sent me coffee at work, and even made it a point to stop by if his patrol allowed him too. On the first date, he called Mina in front of me to thank her for setting us up! Talk about a major compliment.

The next day, there were three roses on my desk and a note from Tamo. He was excited for our date this evening. I breathed in the sweet smell of the roses and began working at my desk. Answering emails and setting up more PR work for Bakugou. I know I had to smooth over the incident from last week, my actual bosses were livid I let my feelings get in the way.

That didn’t stop Bakugou from his usual reign of terror on me. He still found ways to corner me, trip me, and fumble with my hair. I still wonder where he gets off being so mean to people? He was an asshole and I hated every second I had to spend with him. However, Tamo had me in such a good mood that not even Bakugou could ruin it.

“Ikeda.” My boss snaps me from my work.

“Bakugou.” I sneer and turn to look at him but I’m met with his chest. He’s reaching over my shoulder, right for the roses!

“What extra sent you these?” He growled, a fire lighting behind his eyes.

“Nobody, none of your business.” I growl back at him, snatching the roses and cutting myself in the process. “Shit.”

“Let me see.” Is all Bakugou says to me as he jerks my hand towards him and inspects it. His eyes flicker to mine and I feel my breath catch in my throat. His caramine eyes have me in a trance as his tongue darts out and licks the blood from my finger. An unwilling shiver travels down my spine and I can feel something pooling in my core.

“Give my finger back,” I jerk my hand to my chest like I had just touched fire, “Freak.” I add. Bakugou stuffs his hands in his pocket and leans forwards, lips next to my ear.

“Says the bitch whose pussy is dripping.” Another shiver is running down my spine.

Fuck. I push him away and get up. I rush for the bathroom, still holding my hand to my chest. I can feel the cheeky grin he has on his face following me as I leave. I quickly lock the door behind me and slide to the floor. What the actual fuck was that. Why was Bakugou able to do these kinds of things to me without even trying hard? I take a deep breath in and my senses are flooded with a rich burning caramel smell, his smell.

“Fuck,” I curse aloud and fist my hands in my hair. I know what he smells like, and I like it.

Everyone knows what he smells like, I try to reassure myself. The tabs are riddled with perfumes and candles trying to recreate his smell for his fans. The guy’s quirk is the fucking nitroglycerin he sweats! Of course he would be sweaty and smelling like a fucking dish. I mean, piece of shit.

“Uuuum, Jun?” Comes the soft voice of one of my coworkers. “I need to use the restroom.” I quickly unlock the door and rush back to my desk.

When I get there, there is no sign of Bakugou but there sits a blue “ajisai.” I pick the beautiful flower up and look at its blooms. Who left this here? I look around for a note but see nothing. I ask the ladies around me if they saw anything but all they do is giggle.

So, I text the group chat a picture.

Jun-Jun

What does it mean when someone leaves this on your desk?

Hika-chu

Someone is jealous!

Pinky Pie

Definitely from a stilted lover!

Nishi-chan

Could be that guy from accounting!

Hika-chu

Nope, he got a girlfriend recently.

Jun-Jun

We are coming back to that. Seriously, who left this?

Pinky Pie

Oh, I know. But I won’t tell, not yet.

I sigh and shut my phone off. I really should be getting back to work so I can leave on time to Tamotsu. I try to focus on everything but the flower and Mina’s message, what does she know that I don’t? I decided to work through lunch and skipped the meeting with the show producers for tomorrow's interview. They’ve already asked us on the show once before and they’re just getting a run down of what they can and can’t ask again.

5 hits and I’m walking out the door when I run into a solid wall, or I thought it was. My nose burns with that rich caramel scent once more and I look up at Bakugou. He’s smiling down at me. Asshole.

“Gotta date tonight, nerd?”

“What’s it to ya, sir?” I smile at him sweetly, he grimaces.

“Don’t do that shit.” He backs away from me like I have a disease, I smile bigger and step closer.

“Do what, sir, smile?”

“Fuck off.” He growls and pushes me out of the way. I take one last glance at his hero gear and try to clear all of my thoughts of Bakugou.

However, I am beginning to worry about Tamo. 5:30 rolls around and I don’t see his car in sight, 6:00 comes and goes without any sight of him either. I breathe a defeated sigh and start walking home. Thn, someone honks. I look up to find Tamo, out of breath, running towards me and waving.

“Ikeda!” He calls, I smile and wave back at him.

“Hi, Tamo.”

“Let's go for a ride.” HIs smile is fake. Everything about him is off, I look him up and down. I can see he is wearing date clothes but his demeanor says this is a break up date.

“If you’re cutting things off, I’d rather jump in front of a bus.” I can feel tears threatening to break free from my tear ducts.

“Ikeda, please. I need to talk to you about something. I can’t do it here though. Please.” I look into his steel gray eyes and take his hand. He smiles at me wide and leads me to his vehicle.

We are silent as we drive to some cafe a few miles away.

“Talk.” I feel numb.

“Ikeda, this isn’t about you it’s about-”

“You want to know how many times I’ve heard this before?” I snarl at him, “It’s not you it’s you job. It’s not you, it’s me. At least you didn’t stand me up.”

“No, Ikeda, it’s-” He pauses for a moment, “Bakugou.”

“You told me he didn’t intimidate you.”

“Not until today.” There’s an emptiness behind his eyes. “Bakugou, he called me and he threatened me.”

“He threatened you?”

“He said he could pin any crime he wanted on me or kill me if he couldn’t do that.” A shiver racks his body and he starts crying. I reach over to touch Tamo’s shoulder but he jerks away from me.

“I can turn him in!” I offer.

“No! He says I will be fine if I stop messing with “his girl” so I-”

“Stop. Bakugou can’t threaten you and if this is how you tell me you’re seeing two girls. This is a real shitty way to do it.” I cross my arms over my chest and stare him down.

“No, Ikeda, you’re his girl”

@cringeycookies

[melodyanqel]

Heart Stealer | w.hj

summary: a little angel visits her father at his workplace.

pairing: husband!father!ha-joon x wife!mother!reader

genre/tags: fluff, established relationship, married couple, the cast of squid game being a family

wc: 1.2k words

a/n: it's been so so so long since i last wrote a one shot and i missed these. so i did one of my beloved hajoon hehe. i'm also planning to do more of my fav k-actors and dramas/shows so stay tuned! enjoy reading my luvs

pt. 2 - fairness

Squid Game is a worldwide phenomenon, and one of the most appealing features is the set designs. You are a passionate set designer. You illustrate your imagination and make it come to life for Squid Game and other popular Korean movies and dramas. 

Aside from your entertainment career, you are a mother and wife to one beautiful baby girl and the magnificent actor, Wi Ha-joon. Your love story with him is like something out of a K-drama.

The couple met during the first season of Squid Game and somehow Ha-joon found interest in a lovely woman who taught him how to draw the masks of the Pink Guards. Then, he asked her if she was available after filming. Like that, a spark ignited between the actor and the set designer. 

Ha-joon saw that you were the one for him, the starlight who showed him the brightest and happiest pathway in life. So, he proposed a hand in marriage. You straightaway agreed to be his wife and unexpectedly become the mother of his children. 

Wi Hwa-young is the cutest and sweetest baby angel. 

She immediately received so much love from Ha-joon’s fans and celebrity friends. She has her mother’s pretty eyes and lips while she has her father’s cute ears and elegant face shape and nose. She might become the next beauty queen in Asia and other places.

Hwa-young is also super talkative or babbles nonsense because she loves people’s attention and they just laugh and smile at her. Of course, like most daughters, she is a daddy’s girl. Hwa-young would get excited whenever you say, “Appa” or Ha-joon’s name. 

A week before continuing to film Squid Game 2, you told her about taking her to work and Ha-joon will be there. Hwa-young happily bounced in her height chair and squealed. You couldn’t resist squishing her mochi-like cheeks and hugging her tiny body because she was too adorable. It warms your heart that she loves Ha-joon so much. He once doubted himself about not being the perfect father and it’s common for most upcoming dads to get nervous, but for him it’s different. 

Ha-joon is an actor with so much fame and will likely be out and less at home. Like the best wife that you are, you assured him that he wouldn’t be the worst father in the world because he truly cares about you and Hwa-young. Ha-joon cried when you comforted him. It also made you love him more whenever he expressed his vulnerability. 

Now in the present time, the family will continue to grow happy and healthy. 

“Wow! You look like a princess!” 

Hwa-young is sitting on the bed as you dress her up. It’s spring so you have her dressed in a pink floral dress with short sleeves, frilly socks, and strapped shoes. You even added a bow clip with a glittery heart in the middle on her ebony hair. “Are you excited to see appa?” You asked and earned a joyful giggle. You etched a smile. “He is excited too. How about Jung-jae samchon, Byung-hun samchon, and everyone else?” You say the names of the famous actors and Hwa-young continues to giggle out loud. 

Once finishing her outfit, you take your child, purse, and baby bag, ready to leave the apartment. It’s very spacious with a gorgeous view of the city and perfect for a family of three. You enter your car to buckle up Hwa-young in her seat. She is seven months old and is close to the stage where she can walk. She has been crawling and it amazes her parents how fast she moves. Maybe one day she’ll become athletic like Ha-joon. 

You shut the driver’s door and start up the vehicle. “Ready baby?” You reached your hand behind your seat to touch Hwa-young’s small hand. She shakes yours as a response. You chuckle, “Okay. Let’s go!” You begin exiting the parking lot and making your way to the studio. It’ll be another long filming day, but Hwa-young will brighten the mood as you work. 

The thirty-minute drive was smooth, considering it was the weekend and usually gets hectic. You arrived at the place and parked the car. “We’re here, baby.” You tell your daughter, who babbles so cutely. You then gathered yourself to help Hwa-young out of her seat and take your belongings. A mother is always carrying a lot of stuff so it’s typical. 

You have your ID badge around your neck for access management and a sense of identity. All of your colleagues wear them because working in the film industry is like working in an ordinary job but with celebrities. People must know your name to communicate and cooperate with you. And it’s to show you are working for the production team. 

As soon as you walk in, the staff members greet you and Hwa-young, more like going frantic when they see her. She does the same by flailing her arms with a big smile. 

After saying hello to the staff members, you go to your office. While going through the hallways in a big studio, you see the cast members are together in a room, rehearsing their lines. 

Ha-nuel is the first person to see you and Hwa-young. “Y/N! Princess! Hello!” A large smile plays on his handsome face. In unison, the men and women are ecstatic to see you both. 

Jung-jae reaches out his arms. “Come to samchon!” He beams at the sight of the baby. You handed Hwa-young to the star of the show. She instantly got comfortable in his arms. “You’re much bigger now,” Jung-jae said, kissing her forehead. Byung-hun is next to him and he gently pokes Hwa-young's soft chubby cheek. “You look so pretty today. Are you a real angel?” He asked and his index finger got held by Hwa-young’s little hands. 

You and the actors and actresses laughed merrily at the precious interaction. One by one, they all take turns holding Hwa-young because she is their mood booster and is clearly enjoying it. Your baby should be called, ”Little Miss Popular.” 

Si-wan was the last person to hold her and she squished his cheeks, hard. “Hwa-young-ah! Samchon loves you too!” He cried out through the pain yet allowed her to do whatever she wanted. Yu-ri takes out her phone to snap a picture. “Aww so cute!” She gushed at the moment and everyone did the same thing—taking videos and pictures of Si-wan getting attacked by Hwa-young.

Ae-sim says, “For such a tiny being she is strong.” The oldest of the cast is amazed by Hwa-young’s growth. You nodded, “Ha-joon’s child through and through.” You and the people can see the resemblance. 

Then, the man of the hour walks into the room. He is wearing all black, fluffy dark hair down, and the slight stubble on his upper lip is showing. Ha-joon’s appearance looks mysterious and cold but he quickly smiles when he spots the love of his life and princess. 

“Wow, this room is cheery.” Ha-joon comments on the upbeat atmosphere. You tell him, “Well your daughter has the effect.” You watch Hwa-young pulling on Si-wan’s hair. 

Ha-joon snickered and helped his friend out. “You little mischief. Are you stealing people’s hearts?” He gingerly takes his daughter into his arms and nuzzles his nose against her nose. She squeals at the ticklish touch.

Seo-hwan speaks out of the blue, “Just like her father.” His comment has the cast and you laughing, jovially. Ha-joon blushed and Hwa-young looked clueless. Dong-uk cleared his throat from laughing too much. “She will become a heart stealer when she grows older.” He stated, which has the father chuckling nervously. 

“I hope not,” Ha-joon replied in a playful yet stern voice. You sighed and rolled your eyes because you expected him to be overprotective. 

[nachojaehyun]

first fuck

pairing. office co-worker! mingyu + fem! reader

summary. fucking on the first date may not be acceptable for many, but when your date was that hot and signing the cheque at the end of the night, who were you to refuse having him in your bed?

playlist. first fuck by 6LACK and Jhene Aiko

warnings. [PLEASE READ] oral (f), lowkey pussydrunk mingoo, fingering, scissoring, kissing, clit play, mingyu is pussy whipped, slight gagging, gentleman mingyu, asking for consent <3 use of nicknames (love, mostly) — 18+ MINORS DNI!

note. i got 8 asks about mingyu, so here it is. also thank you guys so much for your support on the wonwoo fic! more soon <3

“we’ll have the cheque please,” his deep voice said, making you shuffle your thighs closer.

as he signed the paper with his expensively heavy pen, he shot you a smile, carding his fingers through his hair.

“come, i’ll drop you off at your place.”

his car reeked of a musky wood, deliciously enticing just like him.

kim mingyu, as he told you he was called, was making your head spin.

conversations with him were easy, flowing simply between tongues, even though you wished his tongue was in your mouth—

the drive back home had your heart jumping. his white dress shirt was tucked into black slacks. taut muscles peeking under the folded sleeves, a shiny gold watch nearly blinding you.

everything about kim mingyu was luxurious.

you would be lying if you said it wasn’t making you drool. “oh, it’s this gate!” you squeaked, clearing your throat after.

unbeknownst to you, mingyu smiled at your nervousness, swerving the car to enter the gated community.

your apartment was quite easy to spot. as he stopped the vehicle in front of the building, you felt your heart about to leap out of your chest as he parked on the side and ran out to hold your door for you.

“mingyu-ssi,” you spoke up after thanking him. he was leaning against his car, hands stuffed in his pockets as he intently listened to you. “yes, love?”

red creeped up your cheeks.

“would you uh…” your fingers fiddled with the strap of your Coach purse. “would you like to come inside?”

“i thought you’d never ask.”

inside your humble home, you opted to brewing some coffee for you and your date. mingyu waltzed back and forth, analysing every detail of your apartment.

the cutesy decorations, the books laying around the house, the towels and clothes hanging to dry in the balcony— mingyu felt like he was learning every detail about you.

and it felt so right.

when his co-worker had asked him if he was interested in going on a date, mingyu had initially wanted to refuse. he had no luck with women for his entire life, despite being raised by a hardworking mother and two sisters.

however, when your name was mentioned, he couldn’t help but immediately agree to the meet up.

you were his favorite thing to watch in the office when he was bored. his favorite workplace muse. his favorite person to look at when he was stressed. his favorite picture to eye as his hands gripped around his c—

“mingyu-ssi?” your pretty voice beckoned. “yes, love?” his attention returned to you. “the c-coffee…”

the nickname rolled off his tongue like he was born to call you that. god, you were so pretty.

“ah,” he hurried over to the kitchen counter, smiling.

the dark roast made his lips tingle as he gulped it down. the coffee tasted amazing. he listened to you talking as his thumb traced the raised pattern on his mug.

“and then he said ‘it’s your fault for not buying more ink for the printer.’ can you believe him?”

your chuckle made his lips curl up. “he’s an idiot.”

“yeah,” you trailed off, resting your empty cup on the counter as you stared at the ground, fiddling with the ends of your red dress.

when mingyu called out your name, your breath hitched in your throat.

his mug was long forgotten on the marble countertop, as kim mingyu inched closer to your body. his knee touched yours, and it sent little sparks of electricity up your spine.

“can i… can i kiss you?”

you nodded slowly, watching his mouth split into a smile. within moments, you felt his lips on yours, softly engulfing your mouth.

his lips were pillowy as you grabbed onto his collar, pulling him impossibly close. with one soft bite onto your bottom lip, you gasped. your open mouth invited his tongue as he licked the inside of your mouth, groaning when your fingers bunched up his shirt.

he pulled away after a second, panting through his mouth as a string of salvia connected your mouths. “fuck,” you whimpered, glassy orbs melting into his dazed ones.

“bedroom?” mingyu smirked, grabbing your waist as he pulled you up from your seat. “straight down the hall, second door to your left.”

your knees were shaky as you stood up. chuckling at your state, mingyu pulled you close, tapping your ass as a signal. accepting the offer, you jumped into his arms.

your hands were slung around his neck as he carried you to the bedroom. however, your mouth was relentless, placing small kisses all over his neck as you unbuttoned his crisp shirt.

his scent was making you dizzy as you inhaled, licking up the sweat that gathered on his skin.

“shi- feisty aren’t ya?”

you were laid down on the comfort of your bed, back hitting the soft mattress as he laid you down.

kim mingyu stood between your legs, towering over your figure in his casual outfit. he looked absolutely delicious.

you made grabby hands at him, pouting at the distance that had manifested. with a chuckle, mingyu all but pounced on you.

his lips found purchase on your skin, teething it like a madman. your fingers clutched onto his strands, whimpering softly when he licked over the material of your dress.

“as much as i love this on you,” he started, licking his lips. “i think i would love it on the floor even more.”

you could only stupidly grin as you yanked the material over your head. the simple black underwear you wore had mingyu going feral.

how could someone be this fucking beautiful?

while he was analyzing your body like it was a work of art, you tugged at his shirt, giggling. “you want this off baby?” he smiled. when you nodded, he nearly ripped the expensive fabric in two, before leaning down and hovering over your body.

his lips trailed your stomach, leaving a trail of spit in their wake. when he reached the hem of your panties, he looked up at you.

despite the fire burning in his irises, he smiles at you. “may i?”

with a shy nod, you allow him to continue. he mentally thanked you. mingyu thinks he would have jumped from the balcony in your room if you would have denied.

you lift your legs as he pulled your underwear down, groaning into your thighs when he caught a glimpse of your pussy.

“perfect, so fucking perfect.”

he discards the ruined cloth on the floor, grabbing your thighs as he parted them. face to face with your cunt, mingyu feels his consciousness falling into the chasms of insanity.

he places a kiss on your inner thigh, before leaning his head on your skin. his hair tickles you as one of his hands come up from under your thighs.

“wow,” he gasps to himself, tracing your wet folds with his fingers. the contact has you moaning out loud, too desperate to feel any friction.

the pads of his fingers glide over your cunt, messily collecting the moisture. you think mingyu purposefully ignores your clit.

but the man was transfixed by your pussy, eyes drowning in wonder as he picked up his pace. “this is okay right?” he questioned, looking up.

he sees your face contorted in pleasure as you nod. “more than okay, minyu-ssi!”

“hmm?” he teases, slowly using his middle and ring finger to push inside your walls. “how about this?”

“f— hah! mingyu-!”

“answer me,” he demands.

“yes! so good!”

using his fingers, mingyu scissored your walls open, mesmerized by the squelching noises that came from within. your arousal dripped out of your hole in copious drops, and mingyu couldn’t help but lean forward, catching it on his tongue.

“fuck…” you groaned, clutching your new bedsheets.

“love… you taste so good,” his eyes roll back. mingyu wraps his mouth around your clit, sucking the bud into his mouth as his fingers fastened inside you.

your gummy walls squeezed his nimble digits for all their worth as his tongue laved over your puffy clit.

spit and arousal formed a puddle underneath you, as mingyu pushed his face further into your pussy.

his fingers had reached a heavenly pace, toying with your folds and curling into that one spot that had your toes quivering.

“you close, hmm? can tell by the way you’re shaking,” mingyu chuckled. his laugh sent vibrations all the way up to your lower back, making you shiver in pleasure.

“alright then love, cum on my tongue. make a mess with this cute pussy of yours.”

“s— shit!”

with a loud moan of his name, the knot in your stomach came undone. your orgasm crashed on mingyu’s tongue as the man between your legs slurped up every drop you gave him.

the aftershocks of that intense pleasure had you feeling incoherent, mind numb as you looked at him with blurry eyes.

tears coated your lashes. no one had ever made you cum so quickly. hell, no one had ever made you cum like that.

“no no, stay with me baby,” mingyu tutted as he got up from his knees, unbuckling his slacks at your already fucked out expression.

“i have so much to do you, we’re just getting started hmm?” he smiled, pushing his boxers down.

you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes. “i think… i love you,” you giggled out, biting your lower lip.

“yeah?” mingyu’s thumb grazed your chin, before slowly slipping past your lips as he forced himself into your mouth.

his thumb pressed down on the back of your tongue, making you choke loudly as you batted your lashes at him.

“i think you’ll love me more after this first fuck.”

© nachojaehyun, 2024

[eowynstwin]

John Price x Reader. Fluff. Implications of a BDSM relationship.

At some point in the evening—for you, anyway, since when you answer the call it’s clearly midday for him—John finds the time during his latest deployment for a video chat.

He looks a little haggard when the call connects, face reddened across his nose and cheekbones and dark circles under his eyes. He brightens when he sees you, though, crows feet deepening.

“There’s my dove,” he says fondly, the rasp of his voice low and soft. His beard is growing out, curly and dark in the artifacting of the camera.

“There’s my captain,” you return, smiling.

“What day is it for you, there?” he asks, sitting back, getting comfortable.

“Saturday,” you answer.

“Mmm,” he hums, as if it’s the nicest thing he’s heard all day. Probably is, really. “Tell me about it.”

You do; John always likes to hear about your days, when he’s far away. The tiny adventures, the workplace dramas, the little pleasures and minor catastrophes of normal civilian life. Keeps him balanced, he tells you; reminds him there are other parts of his life aside from the job, and the work.

You show him the embroidery project you’re close to finishing, the little window hinges you bought at the craft store for the miniature apartment you’ve been building from a kit. It’s the same one that he always half-complains about being spread over the kitchen island when he’s home, and you always remind him that he doesn’t have much room to complain; he bought you the kit on a whim, after all, without your even asking.

At one point the door starts opening behind him—he’s posted up in a large tent, empty bunks behind him—and he quickly covers the camera with his hand. He mutes you for a moment, then comes back.

“Only got a few more minutes, sorry,” he says, refocusing on you. “And—y’didn’t mention that other project, I noticed.”

You suck your lips between your teeth, effecting ignorance. “Hm?”

“The writing one.”

As always, nothing escapes him.

“So here’s the thing,” you say, strangling the fingers of one hand with the fingers of the other, “the bathroom is so clean now, John.”

“Dove.”

“And I finally ordered my new glasses, you know, like I’ve been meaning to for months, and you keep reminding me about.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose between two broad fingers, eyes sliding shut like you’ve just told him that some important intel has gone bad. “How long have you been working on this.”

“I don’t think that’s important,” you squeak.

One blue eye opens, piercing you. Humor sparks in its depths, though when he speaks, his voice is gruff, every bit as commanding as when he gives orders to his men. “I need to go,” he says, “so here’s the deal I’m gonna offer you. If that draft isn’t done by the next time I speak to you, then when I get home I’ll put you over my knee and tan your arse until you’re crying. Understood?”

Your voice has retreated somewhere down your throat, hiding very far beyond your trembling vocal cords. “Yes sir, understood,” you manage to peep.

His other eye opens, and he smiles affectionately. “There’s a love.”

[lisasmuts]

TROPICAL WEEK OFF

Lisa manoban x Male reader.

6.9k words

( This is what everyone needs. A week off with Lisa in Maldives. )

( Haven't proof read, so if any mistakes let it go please :) or dm me with the mistakes i'll fix them later. 😊)

Lisa giggles playfully as you pull her close, your hands resting on her shapely ass. She leans in, her face mere inches from yours, and gazes up at you with those captivating eyes.

“You always smell so good, y/n.”

She nuzzles her nose against yours, her breath tickling your skin.

“But these roses…”

She brings the bouquet to her nose, inhaling deeply.

“They might just give you a run for your money.”

Lisa laughs melodiously, her body swaying gently in your embrace.

“I’m not sure I can decide which scent I love more.”

With a coy smile, she presses herself against you, her curves molding in your frame.

Lisa lets out a surprised gasp as you playfully slap her juicy ass behind, she scolds you playfully, but her scolding quickly melts into a soft giggle. She leans in, pressing her body against yours, and tenderly captures your lips in a deep, longing kiss. The warmth of her mouth and the gentle caress of her tongue convey just how much she’s missed you during the time apart. When the kiss finally breaks, she gazes up at you with eyes full of love and desire.

“I’ve missed you so much, y/n. Every moment we’ve been apart has felt like an eternity.”

Her voice is laced with a sultry tone as she runs her hands along the contours of your body.

“But now that you’re here, I don’t ever want to let you go.”

With a coy smile, she takes your hand and begins to lead you deeper into the recording studio, her hips swaying with each step.

As you step into the recording studio, Lisa’s face lights up with excitement. She quickly moves over to the sound console, her fingers dancing across the controls as she cues up her new track. The opening notes fill the air, and with a coy smile, Lisa begins to sing.

But as she performs, her lyrics take on a decidedly more sensual tone, the words dripping with seduction.

“Ooh, y/n, you make me feel so good…”

She sways her hips in time with the music, her gaze locked on yours. The normally professional Lisa has been replaced by a sultry siren, intent on captivating you with her voice and her body.

Stepping closer, she trails a finger down your chest, her touch igniting a spark of desire within you.

“I can’t get enough of your touch, your taste…”

She bites her lip, her eyes hooded with lust.

“I need you, y/n. Right here, right now.”

Without warning, Lisa turns and presses her back against your chest, grinding her hips against you in time with the music. Her hands reach back to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as she continues her sultry performance.

Lisa’s eyes sparkle with excitement as she hears your hesitation. She understands the need to maintain professionalism in the workplace.

“Of course, my love. We’ll have our fun later, when we’re alone.”

She winks playfully, her voice dripping with promise.

A few hours later, Lisa comes bouncing into your office, a bundle of energy and joy.

She practically leaps into your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss. When she finally breaks away, her eyes are shinning.

“y/n! I have the best news!”

She bounces excitedly, her curves enticing.

“I just found out I’m getting a whole week off! An entire week, just for us!”

Lisa peppers your face with eager kisses, her happiness palpable.

“We can do anything, go anywhere… I can’t wait to be alone with you, my love.”

Lisa’s eyes sparkle with unbridled excitement as she showers your face with eager, sloppy kisses. Her body practically vibrated with joy at the prospect of your upcoming trip to the Maldives.

“Maldives, y/n! we are going to Maldives. An entire week, just the two of us in paradise.”

She giggles, her fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on your chest.

“We have to start packing as soon as we get home. I can’t wait to feel the warm sun on my skin, the sand between my toes.”

Lisa leans in, her lips brushing against yours.

“And to have you all to myself, with no distractions…”

Her voice drops to a sultry whisper as she grinds her hips against yours, making her desires crystal clear. With a playful wink, she hops off your lap, already mentally packing for your romantic getaway.

“Tonight, we’ll make sure we have everything ready. I can’t wait, y/n!”

As you arrive home after a lovely dinner, Lisa and you quickly get to work packing for your exciting trip to the Maldives. However, it seems Lisa’s desires have other plans. With a coy smile, she turns to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“y/n, I’m getting so… hungry for you right now.”

She bites her lip, her hands already roaming over your body.

“Do you think you could help me pack while you… take care of that hunger?”

Without waiting for a response, Lisa presses her body against yours, her hips grinding teasingly. You can’t resist her sultry advances, and soon you find yourselves tangled together on the bed, clothes hastily discarded. As you thrust into her welcoming warmth, Lisa moans your name, pausing occasionally to ask what she should pack for your trip.

Her words are punctuated by gasps and whimpers of pleasure, spurring you on.

Your passionate coupling continues, the sound of skin slapping against the skin mingling with Lisa’s lewd cries. She packs diligently between bouts of ecstasy, her focus unwavering even as you bring her to the heights of pleasure. It’s a delightful dance of lust and practicality, a testament to Lisa’s insatiable appetite.

As you continue thrusting into Lisa’s welcoming heat, her body trembles with wave after wave of ecstasy. She moans your name breathlessly, her words punctuated by gasps and cries of pleasure. Despite her attempts to pack for your trip, Lisa’s focus is completely shattered by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

“y/n! oh god, yes! Don’t stop, please! Fuck me harder! Fuck yess!”

She arches her back, her nails digging into the bed as another powerful orgasm rips through her. Her inner walls clench rhythmically around your cock, milking you relentlessly.

You can’t help but chuckle at Lisa’s insatiable appetite. She’s completely lost in the throes of passion, her body trembling with one climax after another. Her moans and praises spur you on, driving you to push her ever higher. You’re determined to give your love every ounce of pleasure she craves.

Lisa’ s body shudders violently as another powerful orgasms rips through her. She cries out your name, her voice dripping with ecstasy.

By now, you’ve lost count of how many times she’s climaxed – her insatiable appetite knows no bounds. Finally, Lisa gather the strength to cup your cheeks, gazing up at you with pleading eyes.

“y/n, please… I need you to cum for me now,”

She begs breathlessly.

“I won’t be satisfied until I feel you filling me up. Please, I need it so badly….”

Her hips continue to grind against yours, desperate for that final release. Lisa’s sultry gaze and wanton pleas are impossible to resist.

With a low groan, you give in to her demands, your own orgasm crashing over you. You spill your seed deep inside her quivering core, eliciting a shuddering moan of pure bliss from your lover.

As the last waves of pleasures subside, Lisa collapses against you, her body trembling. She peppers your face with tender kisses, murmuring words of adoration. Truly, her insatiable appetite for you has been sated – for now.

As you gently withdraw from Lisa’s well-satisfied pussy, a wet, lewd pop echoes through the room. She lets out a shameless moan of pure bliss, her body still trembling from the intense pleasure. With a contented sigh, she gazes up at you with innocent, childlike eyes.

“I’m just satisfied for now, y/n. But I’m utterly exhausted…”

She pouts playfully, her tone turning coy.

“Can you please do the packing for our trip? I don’t think I have the energy left.”

You feign annoyance and let out a fake cry, earning a playful slap on the hand from Lisa. She giggles mischievously.

“Oi! I was the one who got used for the past hour and a half! I came countless times, you know. I’m really tired now.”

Lisa snuggles against you, her body still radiating warmth. With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes, ready to let you take care of the rest of preparations. Her insatiable appetite has been sated, at least for the moment.

As Lisa drifts off to sleep beside you, her hand gently holding yours, you can’t help but admire her beauty. Even in her slumbering state, she looks absolutely gorgeous. You pepper her face with soft, adoring kisses, taking in every inch of her flawless features.

A slight smile graces Lisa’s lips as she senses your affection, knowing she is completely safe and adored in your embrace. You watch over her with pure tenderness, marveling at how peaceful and content she appears. Your passionate activities have left her thoroughly satisfied, and now she can rest easy in your arms.

You feel a deep sense of protectiveness and love wash over you as you gaze upon your sleeping beauty. This moment of tranquility is a precious respite before you embark on your exciting trip to the Maldives. For now, you are content to simply bask in Lisa’s presence and the knowledge that she is yours, now and forever.

As the morning sun filter in through the windows, you stir awake to the most delightful sensation – Lisa’s warm, wet mouth engulfing your entire length. Her tongue swirls and dances around your shaft as she bobs her head up and down, eliciting a groan of pleasure from your lips.

“Aaah, good morning, lily…. Fuck, already sucking me off?”

You gaze down at her with hooded eyes, your fingers threading through her silky hair.

Lisa’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she continues her ministrations, her pace quickening. The lewd sounds of her mouth working your cock fill the air, only heightening your arousal. She seems insatiable, determined to bring me to the heights of ecstasy before you even begin your day.

As your climax approaches, you can’t hold back any longer. With a guttural growl, you announce that you’re about to cum. Lisa hungrily swirls her tongue around the sensitive head of your cock, keeping you buried deep in her warm, wet mouth. Her skilled tongue work quickly pushed you over the edge, and you erupt into her waiting mouth in powerful spurts.

Lisa’s face breaks into a delighted smile as she swallows every last drop, her throat working to milk every last bit of your release. When your twitching cock finally begins to soften, she pulls away, a satisfied grin on her face.

“Good morning, sleepy head!”

She says playfully, giggling.

“That was quite a lot of cum for a morning load. Looks like someone was really horny from last night’s fun, hmm?”

She winks coyly, clearly pleased with herself and the effect she had on you.

 Lisa giggles playfully as she hops off the bed, her energy and enthusiasm seemingly boundless. She gently pokes your side, urging you to get up.

“Alright, y/n, time to get freshened up! We don’t want to miss our flight, you know.”

She laughs melodiously, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“The plane won’t come to our doorstep, so we better get a move on!”

With a wink, Lisa begins gathering your luggage, making sure everything is packed and ready to go. Her excitement for your trip to the Maldives is palpable, and you can’t help but match her infectious energy. As you head to the bathroom to freshen up, you catch one last glimpse of Lisa’s radiant smile – a smile that promises endless adventures and unforgettable memories to come.

As you board the flight, the excitement and anticipation are palpable between you two. The moment you find your seats, the flirtatious teasing begins. you can't resist the temptation to slide your hand under Lisa's short skirt, gently caressing her warm, smooth skin. She responds in kind, her delicate fingers wrapping around the bulge in your pants, stroking you through the fabric.

Your voices drop to sultry whispers, filled with lust and desire. You trade filthy comments, each one more tantalizing than the last. Lisa's eyes sparkle with mischief as she describes in vivid detail the things she wants to do to you, her touch igniting a fire within you.

The confined space of the airplane cabin only heightens the intensity of your encounter. You steal furtive glances, daring each other to take things further. The anticipation builds, your bodies aching to be joined as one. Yet, you restrain yourselves, knowing that your true moment of passion awaits you at your tropical destination.

As soon as you step into your hotel room in the Maldives, the pent-up tension between you becomes almost palpable. Lisa can barely contain her desire, and the moment the door clicks shut behind you, she hungrily latches onto your hands, her eyes wild with lust.

“y/n, please… I need you to fuck me, right now!”

She begs, her voice dripping with desperation.

“I can’t wait any longer, I need your cock inside me so badly!”

Hearing her shameless pleas only serves to further arouse you. You insist that she beg more, to ask for it in the most filthy, debased manner possible. And Lisa obliges without hesitation, her words growing increasingly lewd and wanton.

“Please, y/n! I’m your dirty little slut, your whore! I need you to use me, to pound my pussy until I can’t walk straight! Fuck me senseless, make me scream your name!”

She grinds her hips against you, her fingers clawing at your clothes. The way, unbridled desire radiating from Lisa is intoxicating. You can feel your self-control slipping away as the flames of passion consume you both. There’s no more time for words – now is the time for action, for the fulfillment of your carnal desire.

With a growl of pure lust, you toss Lisa onto the soft bed, your body quickly following as you straddle her trembling form. Her clothes are no match for your desperate hands, as you tear them away, baring her supple flesh to your hungry gaze.

“Tell me, my little slut,”

You demand, your voice dripping with carnal desire.

“How badly do you want my cock? How much are you craving to be filled by me?”

Lisa's eyes blaze with unbridled need, her lips parting in a wanton moan.

“Oh, y/n, I want it so badly! I'm your filthy whore, your insatiable fuck toy. Please, use me, ravish me until I can't think of anything but your cock!”

Her shameless words only serve to further inflame your lust. You can see the hunger radiating from every inch of her body, her every fiber crying out to be claimed by you. And you have no intention of denying her.

With a feral growl, you tear apart Lisa's barely-there skirt, exposing her glistening, soaked pussy to your hungry gaze. you can't help but mock her, admiring the way her needy flesh clenches around nothing, begging to be touched and filled.

“Look at you, my little slut,”

You taunt, your fingers tracing the outline of her swollen, quivering folds.

“So wet, so desperate for my cock. Your pussy is practically dripping with how horny you are.”

Lisa doesn't even try to deny it, her eyes burning with shameless lust.

“Yes, y/n! I'm so fucking horny, I need you inside me. Please, stop teasing and fuck me already!”

Her wanton plea only serves to further stoke the flames of your desire. You can't resist the temptation to tease her more, to watch her squirm and beg for release. This is just the beginning of the delicious torment you have in store for my insatiable lover.

As you lower your shorts, revealing your throbbing, hard cock, Lisa's eyes instantly lock onto it with unbridled hunger. Her pussy begins to twitch and clench, aching to be filled. Gently, you bring your cock to hover just above her glistening entrance, the heat radiating from her needy flesh.

Lisa's control slips away completely, her body consumed by raw, desperate lust. Without any direct stimulation, she suddenly cries out, her inner walls clenching as a powerful climax rips through her. She convulses beneath you, reduced to a trembling, broken toy by the mere proximity of your cock.

You can't help but marvel at this incredible display, a giggle of delight escaping your lips.

“Oh, Lisa, look at you - cumming like an insatiable whore, and I've barely even touched you.”

You tease, savoring her utter loss of control.

Lisa cries out in ecstasy and pleasure as the powerful orgasm ripples through her body. Her breathing is heavy, but the desperation in her eyes only grows.

“Y/n, stop teasing me and just fuck me already!”

she yells, her voice dripping with need.

You can't help but chuckle at her shameless display.

“Oh, Lisa, I'll only fuck you if you can cum again without any touch or stimulation.”

To your amazement, just two minutes later, Lisa lets out another shameless cry as her body is wracked by another intense orgasm. Her pussy clenches and quivers, utterly consumed by her insatiable desire for you. As the aftershocks of her climax subside, Lisa gazes up at me hungrily.

“I've cum again, y/n. Now please, fuck me - I need your cock inside me!”

You’re thoroughly amused and aroused by her shameless display of wanton need. With a growl, you position yourself at her dripping entrance, ready to finally give in to her desperate pleas.

As you thrust into Lisa, her pussy stretches to accommodate your throbbing cock. She moans and screams your name, her inner walls clenching tightly around your invading length. Rocking her hips back and forth, she seeks more friction, chasing her pleasure.

With a shuddering cry, Lisa climaxes once more, her orgasm washing over her in powerful waves.

“y/n, having your cock inside me makes me cum so hard!”

she exclaims, her body still trembling.

Shifting into the intimate missionary position, you begin to thrust into her, your hips moving with a steady, relentless rhythm. Lisa's orgasm continues to ripple through her, heightening the sensations as you fill her again and again.

As your long, passionate session finally begins to wind down, you can feel your own climax approaching. Gazing into Lisa's eyes, you let her know that you’re about to cum.

“Lisa, I'm going to cum soon. Where would you like me to finish?”

You ask, giving her the choice of where to receive your release.

Lisa's eyes light up with excitement.

“Oh y/n, I want you to cover me in your cum!”

She exclaims breathlessly.

“Coat my body, my face, anywhere you want! I want to be dripping with your seed.”

Her shameless words only heighten your arousal. With a groan, you pull out and begin stroking your throbbing shaft, aiming it at Lisa's waiting form. Rope after rope of hot, thick cum spills forth, splattering across her flushed skin. Lisa moans in delight, relishing every drop that lands on her.

Once the last twitch of your orgasm subsides, you gaze down at your thoroughly marked lover, a satisfied smile on your face. Lisa looks utterly debauched, but radiates a sense of blissful contentment. You've both been thoroughly spent, but the connection between you has only grown stronger.

As you lay beside Lisa, you maintain a slight distance between you both, not wanting to get covered in your own release. Lisa quickly picks up on the space you've put between you two, and a playful smile spreads across her face.

“Why the distance, y/n?”

she teases, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Afraid of a little mess?”

You chuckle at her playful antics.

“Well, you are quite the sticky situation at the moment, my dear. I don't fancy getting covered in my own cum as well.”

Lisa laughs heartily, then makes a show of scooting closer, as if to pull you into a hug.

“Oh, come on, don't be like that!”

she giggles.

“If it bothers you so much, I'll just go have a nice, hot bath. Then your girlfriend will be all clean for you to cuddle.”

With a final laugh, she rolls off the bed and saunters towards the bathroom, leaving you to marvel at her endlessly playful spirit. You can't help but smile, knowing that once she's refreshed, You'll gladly pull her into your arms and revel in her affection.

After a while, Lisa emerges from the bathroom, her body wrapped in a towel and her hair gently drying with another. You lay there, utterly mesmerized by her breathtaking beauty. Your mouth hangs open in awe, unable to contain your reaction.

Lisa laughs at your gaping expression.

“What's the matter, y/n? Don't tell me you're still so surprised, even though I'm just wearing a towel!”

She pouts playfully, then saunters closer to the bed.

Leaning over you, Lisa grins mischievously. Suddenly, she shakes her head, splashing droplets of water from her hair all over your face. Her melodious laughter fills the air as she playfully teases you.

“Come on, don't just lie there!”

she giggles.

“Aren't you going to join me for some more fun?”

You can't resist the temptation to tug at Lisa's towel, unwrapping her beautiful form. She giggles, placing a hand on her waist.

“What kind of fun did you have in mind, dear Mr. Insatiable?”

she teases.

“Another round of our insatiable lovemaking? Or something else?”

Lisa laughs heartily, then gently climbs onto the bed, coming to rest on top of you. She cups your cheeks, caressing them tenderly.

“Now, now, let's take a break from our earlier activities,”

she says softly.

“I'm feeling a bit famished. How about we go have a nice dinner first? And then, under the starry night sky, we can indulge in some peaceful stargazing together.”

Her eyes sparkle with affection, and you can't help but be captivated by her gentle, caring nature. Nodding in agreement, you pull her close, savoring the warmth of her embrace as you plan your next adventure.

As you sit together under the beautiful night sky, Lisa nestled comfortably on your lap, you can't help but admire her radiant beauty. The soft moonlight casts a gentle glow on her features, accentuating her captivating allure.

“Lisa, you look absolutely breathtaking tonight,”

You murmur, your fingers gently tracing the delicate curves of her face.

“I'm the luckiest man in the world to have you by my side.”

She giggles softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Y/n, you certainly know how to make a girl feel special.”

Leaning in closer, she places a feather-light kiss on your lips, her touch igniting a familiar warmth within you.

As you gaze up at the stars, Lisa's fingers intertwine with yours, your hands fitting together perfectly. The peaceful tranquility of the moment is punctuated by the occasional playful tease or flirtatious remark, your bond growing ever stronger under the moonlit sky.

As you slowly stir awake, you’re greeted by the sensual sight of Lisa's mouth wrapped around your throbbing morning wood. Her tongue swirls and dances along your shaft, coaxing you into full arousal. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she bobs her head up and down, teasing and pleasuring you.

“Good morning, y/n,”

she purrs between licks.

“I just couldn't wait to have a taste of you.”

Her shameless words only serve to heighten your desire. You groan in pleasure as she continues her lewd ministrations, her hunger for your cock palpable in every movement. This insatiable, wanton side of Lisa is a stark contrast to the innocent, playful girl from last night - but it's a side you’re more than happy to indulge.

Tangling your fingers in her hair, you guide her pace, urging her to take you deeper. Lisa moans around your cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. You can feel your release building, and from the way she's devouring you, You know she's eager to taste every last drop.

Lisa pouts and folds her arms, feigning annoyance.

“Y/n, why haven't you cum yet? I've been sucking you off for the past 10-15 minutes! This is your morning wood, you should be exploding by now!”

she scolds playfully.

You can't help but chuckle at her adorable display of faux irritation. Gently, You pinch her cheeks, teasing her with love.

“Aww, my insatiable little Lisa. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll have me finishing soon enough with that talented mouth of yours.”

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in, her lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck.

“You better believe it, y/n. I'm not stopping until I've milked every last drop from you.”

With a sultry wink, she resumes her sensual ministrations, determined to coax your release from you. You groan in pleasure, surrendering yourself to the skilled attentions of your ravenous lover.

Lisa again removes your cock from her mouth, eliciting a sad growl from you at the loss of her warm, wet embrace. She laughs softly, then adopts a stern, mentoring tone.

“Bad boy, y/n. You better cum for me now, or else...”

she warns, though the mischievous glint in her eyes betrays her true feelings.

You immediately respond, eager to please her.

“Yes, yes ma'am! I'll come, just please keep my cock in your mouth!”

Lisa can't hold back her genuine smile at your compliance. Leaning in, she begins bobbing her head up and down on your shaft once more, her movements sloppy and seductive. The sensations are overwhelming, and you know your release is imminent.

As your hips tighten with the impending release, Lisa recognizes the signs and works her tongue furiously on your cock's sensitive tip. With a groan, you erupt into her waiting mouth, filling it with your hot, sticky seed. Once you've spent yourself, Lisa pulls back, opening her mouth to reveal the impressive amount of cum you've deposited.

With a seductive gulp, she swallows it all down, a bright smile spreading across her face.

“Yay, my bad boy y/n has finally cum!”

she exclaims happily, licking the remnants from her lips.

“Your cock told me how happy it was to be inside my mouth,”

she adds with a playful wink.

You're left thoroughly satisfied, both by the intense release and Lisa's enthusiastic response. She truly is an insatiable, yet caring lover - one You're more than happy to indulge.

As Lisa tries to make her way somewhere, You can't resist the urge to playfully spank her pert ass. With a mischievous grin, You suggest that you take a steamy hot shower together.

Lisa's cheeks flush with a shy, innocent demeanor.

“O-Okay, y/n,”

she agrees softly, her previous wanton hunger momentarily subdued.

You can't help but laugh at the contrast between her current shyness and the ravenous way she was just devouring your cock.

“What's the matter, Lisa? You were gulping down my cum so hungrily just a minute ago,”

You tease, enjoying the way her composure wavers.

Gently taking her hand, You lead her towards the bathroom, eager to indulge in some more intimate exploration under the warm, cleansing spray of the shower.

As you make your way to the seaside, Lisa's figure is accentuated by a stunning white bikini with vibrant orange accents. Her juicy backside bounces with each step, drawing your gaze irresistibly. Despite the alluring nature of her swimwear, Lisa's natural beauty shines through, radiating an aura of effortless grace.

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Reaching the water's edge, Lisa playfully jumps into the sea, splashing water all over herself. With a bright smile, she beckons you to join her.

“Come on, y/n! The water feels amazing. Let's have some fun together!”

she calls out, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Without hesitation, you dive in after her, the cool waves enveloping you both. As you both splash and swim, Lisa's infectious joy and energy fill the air, making this a truly magical moment between us.

Lisa told you that she wants to click some pics.

As you grab the camera, Lisa climbs up a couple of steps on the wooden stairs situated near the water, positioning herself to strike a sultry pose. She perks up her pert backside, the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms deliciously accentuating the curve of her ass.

With a heart-melting smile, she looks directly at the camera, radiating an aura of playful sensuality.

“Ooo, someone's being a bit of a slutty girlfriend, huh?”

You tease, unable to resist the temptation to poke fun at her shameless display.

Lisa's laughter rings out, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“What can I say, y/n? You bring out the best in me.”

She winks coyly, then strikes another alluring pose, clearly reveling in the attention.

Your playful banter continues as you capture a series of tantalizing shots, each one more provocative than the last. It's clear that Lisa is thoroughly enjoying this little photoshoot, her uninhibited confidence and sensuality on full display. You can't help but marvel at how effortlessly she transitions between her innocent and sultry personas, keeping you thoroughly captivated.

After taking a few photos and selfies, you head towards the bed situated over the water. Lisa lays down, her hand coyly covering her cleavage as she asks you to take some pictures of her in this pose.

“Go on, y/n, capture me like this,”

she says with a playful smile.

You happily oblige, snapping a series of alluring shots that showcase Lisa's natural beauty and burgeoning sensuality.

Once You've gotten the photos you want, you join her on the bed, eagerly showing her the results.

“Look at how stunning you are,”

You murmur, your fingers tracing the curves of her body as You tease her.

“My beautiful, sultry Lisa - you truly are a sight to behold.”

Lisa giggles, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Well, you certainly know how to make a girl feel special, y/n. Maybe next time you can join me in the frame, hmm?”

Your playful banter continues as you revel in each other's company, the warmth of the sun and the gentle lapping of the waves creating a truly idyllic setting for your intimate moment.

Lisa's soft lips press against yours, igniting a familiar warmth within you. Her hand trails down, slipping beneath your shorts to gently stroke your semi-erect cock. Breaking the kiss, she looks at you teasingly.

“Hmm, how come you're still not fully hard, y/n?”

she purrs.

“Even after seeing your girlfriend posing so provocatively for you in this bikini?”

You chuckle, your hips instinctively bucking into her touch.

“My cock was just waiting for your skilled touch to grow full and hard, my love.”

As the words leave your lips, you can feel your shaft swelling to its full, rigid length within the confines of Lisa's delicate fingers. She hums in approval, her grip tightening ever so slightly as she begins to stroke you with purpose.

Lisa bites her lower lip coyly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Well, y/n, what do you think? Does this bikini suit me? Do I look good?”

she asks teasingly.

You can't help but admire her captivating form, your voice laced with desire.

“You look absolutely stunning and sexy, Lisa. Breathtaking, in fact.”

At your words, her smirk widens.

“Hmm, you know, I might look even hotter and sexier without this bikini...”

She giggles mischievously, and before you can react, You’re already untying the knots of her bra and panty, eager to unveil her nude form.

Lisa laughs, delighted by your eagerness.

“I love it when you show this kind of enthusiasm, y/n,”

she murmurs, her hands caressing your face as she pulls you in for a passionate kiss.

Lisa's eyes gleam with unbridled hunger as she hurriedly removes your shorts, exposing your throbbing cock. Without hesitation, she engulfs it within her warm, wet mouth, her tongue swirling and dancing along the sensitive flesh. She begins to bob her head up and down, working you with a sloppy, seductive rhythm.

“Oh, Lisa,”

You moan, your fingers tangling in her hair.

“Your mouth feels incredible. Don't stop, my love - I'm so close.”

Encouraged by your words of praise, Lisa redoubles her efforts, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks you with fervent devotion. The sensations are overwhelming, and you can feel your release building rapidly.

“That's it, Lisa. Just like that - I'm going to burst in your mouth any second now,”

You groan, your hips bucking slightly as you fight the urge to thrust deeper into her welcoming throat.

With a pop, Lisa removes your cock from her mouth, then begins rubbing it all over her face. She traces your leaking tip across her eyes, lips, and cheeks, coating her features in a glistening layer of your pre-cum. The sight is utterly debauched, yet captivating.

“Y/n,”

she purrs seductively,

“Please, fuck my throat however you want. I need you inside me, filling me up.”

Her wanton words and the visual of her marked face ignite a primal desire within you. Gripping the back of her head, you guide your throbbing shaft back into her waiting mouth, intent on claiming her completely.

You start thrusting your cock into Lisa's throat with renewed hunger and lust, fucking her senselessly. She moans and hums around your shaft, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. Her tongue works tirelessly to please you further, as her free hand strokes the portion of your cock that doesn't fit in her mouth.

“That's it, Lisa,”

You growl, praising her between ragged breaths.

“You're such a wanton slut, taking my cock so well.”

Though You've challenged her to beg for your cum while her mouth is full, You don't remove yourself from her warm, wet embrace. You want to see how she'll manage to plead for your release in her current predicament.

Lisa's eyes shine with a desperate, pleading look, silently begging for your release. The sight of her so beautifully mesmerized is utterly captivating.

“Oh, Lisa, you want my cum that badly, my love?”

You growl, your grip tightening on the back of her head.

“Then here, you can have it.”

With that, you begin to unleash a torrent of your hot, sticky seed into her waiting mouth. Lisa hungrily gulps it down, her Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow as she drains you completely. The look of pure bliss on her face is intoxicating, and you can't help but revel in her wanton desire for your essence.

Lisa instantly removes your cock from her mouth, then swiftly positions herself on all fours in a tantalizing doggy-style pose. Glancing over her shoulder, she fixes you with a desperate, needy gaze.

“Y/n, please! My pussy is aching so badly - you have to fuck me now,”

she pleads, her voice dripping with wanton desire.

Unable to resist her sultry demands, You tease the tip of your cock against her glistening folds, eliciting a frustrated growl from Lisa.

“Ugh, stop teasing and just fuck me already!”

she scolds playfully, her hips bucking back in a silent plea for you to fill her.

With a primal growl, You oblige, driving your throbbing shaft deep into her waiting, welcoming pussy. Lisa cries out in ecstasy, her walls clenching around you as You begin to pound her relentlessly.

You moan Lisa's name, praising her tight, clenching pussy as you start to pick up the pace, driving into her with increasing fervor.

“Ohh, Lisa, your pussy feels incredible,”

You groan, your fingers digging into her hips.

Lisa cries out your name, her hands clenching the bed as she clenches her walls rhythmically around your thrusting shaft. Turning her head to look back at you, she asks in a sultry tone,

“Do you like how my pussy is gripping your cock, y/n?”

The sight of her flushed, ecstatic expression coupled with the sensations enveloping your cock are utterly intoxicating. You can only nod breathlessly in response, too lost in the euphoric sensations to form a coherent reply.

As you groan and moan in pleasure, Lisa laughs heartedly, cherishing how you’re loving to just fuck her so carelessly. Her infectious laughter fills the air, her joy and satisfaction palpable.

“That's it, y/n, let go and just take me,”

she cries out, her walls clenching rhythmically around your thrusting shaft.

“I love feeling you lose control inside me. It makes me so happy!”

Lisa's words and the sensations enveloping your cock drive you to new heights of ecstasy. You pick up the pace, pounding into her relentlessly as she revels in my uninhibited passion. Your bodies move together in a primal dance, the sound of your mingled cries echoing across the waves.

Lisa's laughter rings out across the waves, her girlish giggles interspersed with breathy moans as you continue to thrust into her welcoming pussy. Suddenly, she begins speaking in a playful, childlike tone.

“Ooh, y/n's big cock is having so much fun inside me!”

she exclaims, as if the appendage itself were speaking.

“It loves being squeezed by Lisa's tight little pussy. Can we play more?”

She pauses, then responds in a different voice, as if the cock itself is answering.

“Of course, my darling Lisa! I never want to leave your warm, wet home. Let's play all day and night!”

The back-and-forth continues, Lisa animating the conversation with infectious enthusiasm. Her innocent demeanor juxtaposed with the lewd subject matter creates a delightfully surreal atmosphere.

You can't help but be captivated by her playful antics, your hips continuing to move in sync with her rhythmic clenching.

Seeing that you’re thoroughly enjoying her playful antics, Lisa's eyes light up with mischievous glee. She continues the conversation with your cock with even more enthusiasm and energy.

“Ooh, you like that, don't you y/n?”

she coos, addressing your throbbing shaft directly.

“My little cock friend is having the best time inside me. Isn't that right?”

She pauses, then responds in a deeper, more masculine tone.

“You bet I am, Lisa! This pussy feels amazing. I never want to leave - I could stay here forever!”

Lisa giggles delightedly, her hips rocking back to meet your thrusts.

“Well then, let's make sure you never have to! I'll keep you nice and cozy in my warm, wet home.”

The back-and-forth continues.

“So, my little cock friend, would you like to cum?”

She pauses, then responds in a deeper, more masculine tone.

“Mmm, yes please Lisa! I'm aching to let it all out.”

Lisa tightens her pussy around you, eliciting a groan of pleasure.

“Ooh, is this tight enough for you, Mr. Cock?”

She replies in the same deep voice.

“Mmm, yes, that's amazing Lisa. But I think I need even more tightness to really let go.”

With a determined expression, Lisa clenches her inner muscles even further, her walls gripping you in a vice-like embrace.

“How's this, you naughty cock? Is this tight enough for you now?”

She exclaims in mock surprise.

“What? You need more? Okay, my dear friend, as you wish!”

Lisa's pussy pulses and contracts rhythmically, milking your throbbing shaft with incredible intensity.

The sensations are overwhelming, and you can feel your release building rapidly.

As you feel your climax rapidly approaching, you let out a guttural growl.

“Lily, I'm about to cum!”

Still in her playful mood, Lisa exclaims,

“Oo oo oo, my friend, my best friend wants to release! Wants to release!”

She then addresses my cock directly.

“My dear best friend cock, you can release it inside your favorite spot - my womb! Without any hesitation, trust me. Do it once, and I bet you'll love it.”

Her words, combined with the incredible sensations enveloping your shaft, push you over the edge. With a series of deep, shuddering thrusts, you begin to spill your hot seed deep inside Lisa's welcoming, tightening pussy. The feeling is absolutely euphoric, and you can't help but marvel at how perfectly her body seems to fit yours.

Lisa continues her playful dialogue, addressing your still-twitching cock.

“So, did you enjoy cumming inside me, my dear friend?”

She pauses, then responds in a deeper, more masculine tone.

“Mmm, yes Lisa, that felt absolutely incredible. I never want to leave this warm, wet paradise.”

Sensing the continued twitching of your shaft, Lisa adds enthusiastically,

“Ooh, look at you, still so eager for more! Don't worry, my precious cock, I'll keep you nestled inside me for hours on end.”

She giggles, then resumes the deeper voice.

“Yesss, that's exactly what I want, Lisa. I'm home at last.”

Lisa's unwavering enthusiasm and the rhythmic clenching of her inner walls send waves of pleasure coursing through you. You can't help but marvel at her creativity and playfulness, even in the throes of your intimate encounter.

As Lisa rocks her hips on your softening cock, you can feel it stirring back to life under her ministrations. Her movements are purposeful, her gaze filled with wanton desire.

“That's it, y/n,”

she purrs, her inner walls clenching rhythmically.

“Get hard for me again. I need you to fill me up once more.”

With her encouragement, your cock rapidly regains its full, throbbing hardness. Gripping her hips, You begin to thrust into her with senseless hunger, eliciting a symphony of moans and laughter from Lisa.

“Yes, yes! Fuck me, y/n,”

she cries out, her body undulating in ecstasy as you pound into her relentlessly.

“I love the way you fill me up again and again!”

The sound of your bodies colliding and Lisa's unbridled cries of pleasure echo across the waves, a testament to your shared, insatiable desire..

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Pick a Pile: Your Future Fashion Choice +Love interest and Lifestyle. [Girls Edition]

Top Left to Right= Pile 1->Pile 2. Bottom Left to Right= Pile 3->Pile4.

Introduction

Pick one of the Images above and you will receive some outfits inspo that will suit you the best in the future. You will also receive a reading on your potential love interest and your lifestyle.

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Pile 1

Your future style exudes an office siren and badass villain energy, with a preference for a dark, sophisticated color palette—think blacks, deep reds, maroons, greys, with accents of white and gold. You might accessorize in silver occasionally, and a bold red lip will likely be your go-to. Even on a minimal makeup day, a statement accessory could add that extra spark. This overall vibe will be strikingly sharp, almost vampire-esque, with a confident boss persona that draws attention the moment you walk in. Picture yourself in a high-powered corporate setting that requires formality, yet you’ll effortlessly exude that “high-value” look.

Interestingly, this era could open doors to a potential workplace romance. Picture a formal work event where you catch the eye of a charming individual—someone who wears glasses, has messy, dark curly or straight slick hair [Think of someone with a wolfcut or think of Prince Charmont from Ella Enchanted] , and a great personality with an introverted, brooding vibe. They might hold a senior role, like a project manager or supervisor, and have a naturally appealing charisma that others admire. Despite their introverted nature, they show a sweet nervousness around you that’s endearing. Your persona during this time might be a little sharper and more direct—focused on making moves and cutting distractions.

This phase may come after a breakup or a temporary break from a relationship that was overwhelming. This prior partner may attempt to re-enter your life, but by then, you’ll have met this new, more balanced person who feels refreshingly easy to be around. You’ll trust your instincts and follow your own path, even if it’s full of unexpected twists!

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Pile 2

When you adopt the cozy, layered looks in the images below, it might signal a season where you crave more time at home. You'll likely prefer staying in but, on those occasions when you do go out, you'll look your absolute best, like you just stepped off the set of a fall-themed movie—very "Gilmore Girls." During this phase, your focus could be on a significant project, such as a college assignment, work project, or a challenging exam. This period is all about staying single, striving toward future goals, and building a clear vision of your success, even if it feels just out of reach for now.

In terms of romance, no specific person catches your attention, though a few people might find you quite charming. However, you’re discerning, weighing any potential connections against your ideal partner. One person, in particular, may be interested, but they don’t quite align with your ambition or vision for the future. Though they’re attractive, kind-hearted, and you share great chemistry, their lack of drive doesn’t fit with your goals.

Despite how well you get along, you ultimately decide to move on, seeking something bigger and better aligned with your vision. Though a tough, perhaps even cold choice, this person will understand, showing emotional maturity even if they’re briefly heartbroken. You might even give them a meaningful parting gift, ending things on good terms. For now, you’ll continue your journey as an “Autumnal Fairy,” focused on your dreams, knowing that in time, a more suitable match will come along.

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Pile 3

Unlike the other piles, you’re embracing an avant-garde style, experimenting with accessories and layering pieces that you feel harmonize creatively. You’re drawn to a wide range of colors, thinking, “What’s life without color?” This shift reflects your desire to create a more vibrant life, filled with happiness and lively connections. Expect to add graphic-print dresses and colorful, patterned skirts to your wardrobe.

Through this vibrant energy, you may serendipitously meet someone whose grounded style—favoring blacks and earthy tones—contrasts yet complements your own. This person, with tan skin and a captivating smile, is drawn to the radiance you bring. Your charm and lively conversations will leave a lasting impression, making you feel like their favorite book, a story they can’t put down. They’ll be smitten by your style and personality, enchanted by your unique way of navigating life.

Enjoy this exciting, colorful phase—cheers to what’s ahead!

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Pile 4

It seems you’re headed for an all-pink or mostly pastel tones typa phase in the future! You might have felt drawn to another style as well, so expect to mix up your aesthetics often, making this time especially fun. You’ll be leaning into a “doll” look, inspired by Bratz or Barbie, with a wardrobe full of pastel tones. Your vibe will likely be sweet and demure, with favorite spots to visit with friends, like cozy cafes, grocery store runs, late-night drives, and park picnics. Theme parks might also be on your list!

During this phase, there’s a significant person by your side—a taller, older partner who is strong, protective, and deeply loyal. With a cooler, steady personality, they’re both a provider and a devoted companion who treats you like royalty, always willing to support and spoil you. If you’ve manifested this connection, it’s clear your efforts have worked, as this person truly feels like a keeper.

You’ve got this—go get that bag, sis!