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THERE WILL BE BLOOD, SHED
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Reader who gets pregnant off of a one night stand with some soldier during armed forces day, showing your appreciation for his service a little too well.
You had a support system, friends who joked about you having way too much fun, hence your predicament, others already offering to buy things for the baby and your parents who couldn't be happier to meet their grandchild.
But what about the father?
Well, it's not exactly like you could track him down. Fuck, you didn't even know the man's name, only how he made you feel, his filthy words strumming in your ear, big hands tight around your waist, hips slamming away in a desperate chase.
Let's forget how you leg-locked him.
When your daughter was born, everything changed, and time slowed down. She was a quiet baby, barely crying or having any outbursts like a normal child would but outspoken in her own little way. That chunky thing came out of the womb with a glare. Brown eyes staring down anyone and everyone but you.
That's something she definitely got from her father. You vividly remember how his umber eyes watching you from across the bar. He was like an eagle waiting for the perfect moment to strike his prey. A perfect soldier.
So, you named your daughter Adira in memory of his strength. That's one thing he could have.
Adira loved to be by your side. Her chubby cheeks pressed into the nook of your neck, holding you close with strength of a thousand babies. Your clingy little thing was a koala, always by her mommy's side, never straying far no matter how curious she got. When she learned to walk, her favorite thing became to hug your leg, especially while in stores. She hated people, wearing a tiny scowl whenever customers passed by tucking herself closer to you.
Maybe it was a good thing her father wasn't around. Having to compete for her first words would've been a bloodbath.
You spent two years in bliss. The fact that you were a single mother an afterthought to raising what you considered a blessing.
With Adira's second Christmas coming up, you wanted to do something special. She loved trains and found them absolutely amusing, often mimicking the honk as she ran around your apartment. Thankfully, there was a train ride for kids around the park during this time of year.
Here, you stood in line, bundled up to the nines. Big poofy coat, warm gloves, and fuzzy boots. As the crowd moved, Adira clung close, arms wrapped around your leg, glowering at any passerby with an annoyed look on her rosy cheeks.
That one was new. Maybe something else she got from her father.
The two of you took steps in tow, keeping Adira close and comfortable as the train came into view. Her expression shifted, excitement palpable. "Twain!" She squealed, jumping up and down.
Before you could respond to Adira's childlike joy, a man bumped into you by accident, nearly stumbling over his own feet. He turns to look at you, blue eyes meeting yours, but you were too focused on the weird ass Mohawk on his head.
People wore still those?
"Sorry bout that lass." The man starts to apologize, a Scottish accent lacing his voice.
That breaks your stare, laughing awkwardly to mask your wandering gaze. "Oh no, it's fine. You should be careful. you might slip on ice."
He nods, giving you a kind smile. The Scottish man starts to leave, but the look your kid was giving him sent shivers down his spine.
Little Adira was giving him a fierce stare down from behind your leg before ultimately cutting her eyes at him as if he were merely a nuisance.
"Next in line! Mctavish!"
The man doesn't stay after that. You assume that it was him they were calling with the way he hurried off. Hope he doesn't fall, seemed like a nice guy.
Soap can't help but do a double take when be gets to the front. The little rascal was wearing his Lieutenants face, hawk eyeing anyone who dared got to close. It was like looking in a mirror.
He nudged Gaz, making a gesture to look back without making it obvious. "See the lass and her bairn in line?"
Gaz gives him a raised brow, looking back for a second before turning around. "There's a lot of kids with their mother's, Johnny."
Soap glances back, double checking to make sure you were still in line. âThe lass with the wee oneâsheâs got the same wicked look as Lt. You cannae miss her.â
Gaz rolls his eyes but humors Soap by looking once more, his eyes scanning the crowd until they land on a little girl already mean-mugging him from a distance. He swiftly turns around, blinking in surprise, trying to comprehend what he saw. "Uh..."
Soap only nods in agreement. That was Ghost's face, on a kid no less. He wastes no time, elbowing Roach and getting him to look back as well, leaving the other Sergeant in the same shock as Gaz. "That is not a face a kid should have."
"Agreed." Gaz added, shuddering at the thought.
"Where's the cap?" Soap asks, the train ride no longer feeling like fun now that heâs discovered the jackpot.
"Market place with Lt. for cigs," Gaz knowingly remarked, remembering that Price had run out on their way here.
"Well, let's go show them a Christmas miracle," Soap shot up from his seat all too eagerly.
The sergeants just got their Christmas present.
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summary: clan leader!gojo needs a favor from your clan but as the leader you refuse, so he proposes to give you a child since your husband is unable to.
"and what am i to do when the child comes out with a white head of hair and blue eyes?"
âif that happensâŚâ he undoes the knot that holds your kimono together and pushes the material down your arms with no resistance from you, ââŚthen iâll kill your husband myself and marry you.â
nsfw ahead cw: historical au, infidelity, pregnancy, creampie, child birth, satoru is pathetically in love. featuring samurai bodyguard geto and toji.
âi thought we had solved all our business with the gojo clanâ your husband says from the door he leans on.
âand i didâ you emphasize the i since the head of your clan is you and only you went to the clan meetings that got things solved. you tapped your lips a little bit more to place the reddish pigment looking at the mirror, âbut satoru summoned this meeting and gave no details.â
âsatoru huh?â your husband points, not letting go unnoticed the fact you used his first name without formalities.
âall rightâ you take one step back checking if your kimono is proper, âsee you tonightâ you peck his lips lightly to not ruin the tint on yours and proceed to the carriage outside.
for years the gojo clan and yours avoided each other due to some very old beef that no one remembers or even was alive when it happened, so when your mother passed and you assumed as the new head you soon decided to reach out to make peace with the current head of the rival clan and a friendly relationship was restored. more often than not you two met, sometimes with other clan members or even other clans when necessary, but today gojo insisted on being just the two of you.
toji, your bodyguard, opens the carriage door when you arrive and give you his hand for you to step out.
to avoid any issues the place of the meeting was always the temple middle way your residences. from time to time your families attended the prayers there, thatâs when your husband saw satoru for the first time.
âwhereâs his wife?â he asked the first time you pointed the white-haired man as the clan head after you made peace.
âhe doesnât have one.â
âfiancĂŠe then?â
âi donât think soâ you both watched discreetly as he greeted the monks.
âi find that quite odd. what about the black-haired man?â he pointed to geto, gojoâs bodyguard, âcould they be involved romantically?â geto leaned to whisper something to his master, a little bit too close if you might add, a few more inches and his lips would be touching satoruâs ear. his romantic life was no business of yours but you didnât like the idea of him having any partners, didnât seem right, though deep down you knew it was very unlikely for a handsome man like him to be alone. both men somehow found your curious gaze.
âgetoâ you greet the known bodyguard as you enter the temple, and he bows to you, your bodyguard nods at him as well and youâre guided to the secret room.
the conversation went on for almost an hour, satoru served you tea when he noticed you finished yours, which was unusual for a clan head to do such a mundane task but he always insisted no servant join on your private meetings. you always thought he was particularly paranoid about spies, but that suspicion was dismissed when you had your first meeting with other clan heads and he didnât oppose the people that stayed in the back of the room waiting for their masterâs orders.
âsatoru we went over this on the last meeting, why am i here?â you are getting impatient, satoru always seemed relaxed when he was at the temple like itâs the one place people donât come to him with problems, so he tended to do things without any rush at all.
âso impatientâŚâ he smirks, âi was getting to the point but fine. i need your doctors for a few weeks.â
because of the many wars and the necessity to heal mainly the samurai your clan became specialized in healing techniques and remedies instead of combat.
âis someone injured?â you raised your eyebrow, it wasnât likely for satoru to ask for something like this when he couldâve sent a letter.
âno. but we are expecting a conflict soon andââ
âlet me stop you there satoruâ you raised your hand and for a second you saw a glimpse of annoyance cross his features, âwe donât get involved with battles anymore, the healers go through extensive training and i canât risk losing them in battle.â
âso instead of putting their knowledge into practice you rather keep them locked in a room reading books?â
âthey are busy with research at the momentâ you raise your chin unwilling to budge on the matter.
âis that so?â he tilted his head smiling âand how many people does it take to figure out your husband is infertile?â
you widened your eyes, this is way too personal of a matter for someone else, especially another clan head, to know.
on the other side of the door, geto and toji guarded the room, they were close enough to listen to the conversation and without turning his head geto looked at toji with his eyebrow raised, to which toji only nodded confirming the rumors.
âyouâre not the only one with little birds across territories, sweetheartâ his smile only seems to grow.
âthat is no business of yours. besides, lending you my healers will only harm my clan and, as i said, put them at unnecessary riskâ you managed to find your composure back and avoid the infertility topic.
âdonât you trust i have the best warriors? you seemed to when we came to your aidâ he reminded a time you asked for their men.
âi paid for that.â
âand what makes you think i wonât?â
âwe donât need money.â
âiâm not talking about moneyâ he drops the volume of his voice.
âlisten, satoruââ you rise to your feet sensing the tone of this conversation is off.
âiâm listening, for a very long time iâve been listeningâ he rises as well and takes a few steps in your direction, âyou know what i listen to? the rumors about your family threatening to make your brother head of the clan if you donât bear an heir soon.â
you take a step back.
âor the resources youâve been spending to research a treatment for your husband. tell me, darling, can he even get it up for you?â he is too close now, you can see all the details of his insanely blue eyes.
âheâ thatâs not a problemâ you accidentally confess.
âof course itâs not, look at youâ his finger brushes your cheek and the touch makes you burn under your skin, âi could give you a childâ he lowers his head to your ear, running his lips on it, âa healthy, smart, beautiful childâ he presses his hand on your belly over the thick material of your clothes, âand it wouldnât even be an effortâ he presses his hardened member on your hip.
âand what am i to do when the child comes out with a white head of hair and blue eyes?â you look into his eyes challenging him to a solution.
âif that happensâŚâ he undoes the knot that holds your kimono together and pushes the material down your arms with no resistance from you, ââŚiâll kill him myself and take his place as your husband.â
you gasp, not expecting such an answer from the man you always watched trying to find a way to avoid violence.
satoru kisses your jaw then your cheek and when he gets close to your lips you turn your head, your conscience only now, in this intimate act, attacking you.
âheâs not fulfilling his dutyâ he whispers, letting go of the knot on his kimono, taking your hand and putting it on his chest. you open your eyes, not even aware you had closed them, and see his sculpted torso, so close to you, so warmâŚ
âitâs not your fault, canât you see?â he raises your chin, âit wasnât meant to be, unlike usâ you know heâs just telling you what you want to hear, but in his voice everything made sense.
âyouâll seeâ he picks you up and lowers his body with you back to the mat in the middle of the room, his kimono is still around his arms while yours was forgotten somewhere else, leaving only the very thin, dress-like, white undergarment that pretty much showed everything.
satoru lowers his head to your chest, his tongue wetting your nipple over the material, âi bet youâll become even prettierâ he replaces your breast with his hand, big and hot, and goes to the other nipple, âwith your breasts heavy and a big bellyâ he sucks on you, hardly, you put your hand over your mouth.
satoru raises your legs over his shoulders, âyour feet will get tiredâ he kisses the inner thigh, âbut youâll still come and see meâ you thought it sounded like a question, it was a statement.
his head goes down, as he kisses your folds your back arches, he licks a stripe ending on your clit and flickering it.
satoru starts to lose himself, he gets too intoxicated by you, almost forgetting time is running against him here. he doesnât have much longer until your bodyguard gets suspicious and calls for you, and by the way your hand is tight against your mouth he doubts youâll be able to give a proper response.
he wants to make you cum before he shoots his load, suguruâs intel told him you asked one of the doctors if the woman needed to come to increase the chances. it doesnât take much medical knowledge to interpret that question.
you cum on his tongue pulling him out of his dreams where he imagined himself doing that every night after those boring fucking meetings he has to attend at every slight inconvenience in his clan.
âitâs gonna be okay, just relax for meâ he pushes his length slowly before you get the chance to see his size. you whisper his name behind your hand and he canât stand not seeing your whole face, so he takes your hand out of the way and kisses your wet lips pushing his tongue and swallowing your moans as he goes deeper and starts to pick a pace.
satoru holds back a curse, reminding himself heâs in a sacred place and although anyone would say thatâs ironic given what youâre doing in the temple he would argue thatâs even more sacred than what most people prayed for.
you start to feel his weight down on you as he trusts get sloppier, heâs still kissing you, holding your lips with his when he twitches and fills your insides, in your drunk mind you think itâs so much more than what youâre used to.
after he catches his breath he pushes himself up and out of you, you allow yourself to close your eyes for a brief moment but you open them wide again when satoru pushes his cum back into you with his finger, âkeep it deep and warm for me, yes?â
one hour later you pass through the door your bodyguard slides open for you to enter your chambers. on the way there you realized thereâs no chance he and geto didnât grasp on what was happening inside the room.
âtoji?â you call before he can close the door and go to his personal room, he stops, indicating he listens although he doesnât respond with the formality others usually do, âi trust you wonât share with anyone what happened todayâ you speak firmly looking the tall man behind you over your shoulder, his scar stretches slightly with his smirk, the man bows and closes the door.
they said it was a road accident, the horse got spooked and ran, by the time they found it there was no rider so they searched your husband and found his body down the mountain.
the ritual was long, you wore the traditional widow clothing, accepting the kind words of the clan members and the prayer of the monks. though you really were sad, all this pity was making you sicker thanâŚ
âat least you didnât have kids, no child deserves to grow up with a dead fatherâ an old lady says to comfort you while holding your hands.
âexcuse meâ you turn around walking slowly to not raise suspicions and as soon as it is just you on the other side of your home you bend your torso and throw up all youâve eaten before the funeral.
you cough and when a tissue enters your field of vision you immediately take it and clean your mouth.
you feel your stomach empty but the light volume below it reminds you of whose fault it is.
you raise with the tissue on your lips to say thank you and the sight of the white-haired man makes you choke.
âshh, itâs okay, iâm here as an ally, to give my condolences to a friend in griefâ thereâs absolutely no seriousness in his tone.
âwhat about the war?â you ask through heavy breathing.
âthat was childâs play, donât worry, your healers will return safe and sound in a few daysâ he puts his hand on your shoulder to calm you down, you do.
satoru takes a second to drop his sight to your belly, it has been a month since your last encounter, and by your sensitive stomach he knows that one time was enough for you to get pregnant.
âdo you think you can hide it for another month until the wedding? then when the child is born weâll just say it was a premature birthâ god, your former husbandâs body was barely cold and gojo is already planning the wedding and what to say about the baby.
âwhy now?â you look up at his mischievous eyes, he knows what youâre asking truly.
âi donât know what youâre talking about, it was an accident right?â he touches your face, brushing away a tear that came out, more of a natural body reaction of your gagging than a sadness reaction.
âsatoru, tell meâ you demanded.
âi just reflect a little you know? when i said i would kill him you never asked me not to. besides, i donât want another man to think they own whatâs mineâ his eyes are darker, you think heâs talking about the child in your womb but by the intensity of his gaze, you realize heâs talking about you. âif you need anything tell suguru, iâll have him staying in the village until we announce the wedding.â
âno, i have toji, donât want anyone suspecting getoâs intentionsâ you defend.
gojo doesnât seem to like it, but he doesnât argue either, âeither way, i want to see you. meet me at the temple in five days, weâll talk about the arrangementsâ he leans in and kisses your forehead before turning away and then back âi almost forgotâ he reaches for something inside his sleeve and pulls out a shiny golden bracelet with gems and puts it on your palm, you know you canât wear it now but god itâs gorgeous, âcame from the west especially for youâ he puts his hand on top of yours and leaves it there for a long moment as you look into each other's eyes. satoru is fighting the urge to kiss you, if someone catches you he canât say heâs comforting his recently widowed friend, so he forces himself to let go of you and go head back to his village.
the midwife instructs you to push harder as her helper dabs a wet cloth on your forehead. youâre squatting, on your knees giving your all to push the baby out.
finally one last push is all that it takes for the little one to come out, you want to lay down and close your eyes, but you need to see the baby first so you mumble something with your arms open, the midwife cleans babyâs face through crying and screaming.
âitâs a boyâ she whispers putting him in your arms. satoru enters when he hears the cries and kneels in front of you. behind him are both suguru and toji, who arenât allowed to enter but the men are also very eager to see the child they canât help but try to peek.
you balance the boy in your hold for a little bit till he stops crying and when he opens his eyes you see the blue sky.
âgive him to the father, weâre not overâ the midwife says.
âwhat?â you, satoru, toji and suguru ask. the last two get an angry look from the midwife and remove themselves from the scene.
âthe next one will come out soonâ she puts new towels below you.
âtwo children? at once?â you ask in disbelief then look at satoru who can only smile apologetically.
after god knows how long youâre finally allowed to rest as the babies were cleaned and fed. the second one was a girl, with identical blue eyes as her brother and father.
âi canât believe you put two kids in meâ satoru is outside the wooden tub, breaking all tradition by helping you bathe after the birth.
âcanât say iâm sorry for thatâ he rubs your shoulders, âyou were incredibleâ he confesses now that thereâs only the two of you. satoru refuses to even let your feet touch the floor, he takes you out of the tub once the water starts to cool down, placing you on a dry surface and getting on his knees to dry your feet, you reach out to touch his face.
âi love you, satoruâ you blurt, overwhelmed by your feelings for the man who was once your rival.
he looks up from his position, taking the hand on his face and kissing your palm, then your pulse, he kisses inch by inch of your arm until his lips are on yours, âi love you.â
"pay up, pretty boy" toji approaches geto.
"excuse me?" suguru looks up from the sword he's polishing now that gojo dismissed him for the rest of the night.
"i said it was gonna be a boy."
"yeah and then a girl came out right after so the bet was invalidated."
"there's no such a thing, the boy will inherit it all anyway" toji crosses his arms, geto laughs, fishing a coin from his pocket since he knows toji will say anything to win the bet.
"and what makes you say that? there's two clans and now two heirs" toji snatches the coin as soon as he sees the silver glow.
"that's just how it has ever been" he turns his back to geto who drives his attention back to his sword.
"things are changing old man.
dividers by @/cafekitsune
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tap out. pt ii.
warnings. mentions of death, emotional distress, grief and loss, pregnancy.
a few years later, another tap-out ceremony arrives, but this time, the air feels differentâheavier, somber. simonâs been gone for over a year, his deployment unexpectedly extended due to an incident overseas. youâd been told he couldnât come home for a while, but that didnât make the waiting any easier.
today, you stand among families who arenât just here to tap out their loved ones but to say goodbye to those who didnât make it home. tears stream down faces as loved ones gather around caskets, grieving the soldiers theyâd lost. the sight fills you with a mix of dread and relief, knowing simon is still out there, waiting.
simon stands in formation, rigid as always, but he has a sense for you. before you even appear in his line of sight, he knows youâre near. but imagine his surprise when he catches a glimpse of you in his peripheral vision, a small bundle wrapped securely in your arms.
his heart hammers in his chest, quickening as he realizes what this means. his breath catches, his eyes fixed on you as you approach. you look up at him, your eyes sparkling, a knowing smile on your face as you watch the subtle changes in his expressionâthe slight twitch of his eyebrows, the way his breathing picks up as it dawns on him.
both of you had been trying for a baby before he left, and now, standing before him, you hold that precious life in your arms. it had been a struggle going through pregnancy without him, feeling his absence during every kick and every sleepless night. but seeing him now, looking more than ready to meet your child, all the pain fades away, replaced by a joy so profound it fills every inch of you.
âdaddyâs home,â you whisper softly, tilting the blanket so simon can see her tiny face, fast asleep, a perfect mirror of him in miniature. sheâs got his nose, his quiet strength already etched into her tiny features.
with tears in your eyes, you reach up, your hand finding his cheek, tapping him out in the gentlest of touches.
the moment your hand connects, simon moves, breaking formation as he pulls both of you into his arms, holding you close as if heâll never let go. his voice is thick with emotion, barely a whisper as he murmurs, âmy loves.â
you knew your husband had a reputation in the militaryâa man as cold and unyielding as steel, a fortress no one could break. but as he held you and your newborn in his arms, that carefully built facade cracked, revealing a vulnerable side of him that only you ever saw. the tough soldier was gone, replaced by a man whose heart lay entirely with his family.
âdo you want to hold her?â you ask softly, watching his eyes light up with a blend of surprise and joy.
âher?â he whispers, voice catching on the single word, as if itâs almost too much for him to believe.
you nod, smiling through a haze of happy tears. âher.â
with slow, reverent movements, you pass your daughter to him, watching as she looks impossibly tiny cradled in his strong arms. simon looks down at her with a mixture of wonder and fierce protectiveness, as though heâs already memorizing every detail of her face.
as if sensing her fatherâs gaze, the baby yawns, a soft little sound that makes simonâs eyes shine with awe. you catch the faintest smile pulling at his lips, a rare, tender expression that he reserves only for moments like this.
he leans down, pressing his lips gently to her forehead. ânever gonna let anything happen to you,â he murmurs, voice thick with love and quiet promise.
while simon was lost in his quiet moment with your daughter, a loud shout cut through the air, breaking the peaceful silence.
âis that our baby i see?!â
simonâs head snapped up, his expression immediately shifting to something harder. he turned to see soap grinning widely, practically bouncing with excitement. with a sigh, simon reached over and smacked the back of soapâs head, though his movements were careful not to jostle the sleeping baby in his arms.
âthereâs people grieving, you idiot,â simon muttered, but soap only snickered, completely unfazed.
âand what do you mean, âourâ? sheâs y/nâs and mine. youâre not part of this relationship, mate,â simon added, his tone dripping with mock irritation.
but soap, undeterred, just ignored him and held out his hands, wiggling his fingers in a display of exaggerated excitement. âoh, come on! let me hold our child!â
simon groaned, looking down at you with a glance that seemed to ask, âdo i really have to put up with this?â but he couldnât hide the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as soapâs enthusiasm filled the air around you.
reluctantly, and with another sigh, simon finally leaned over, carefully passing your daughter to soap, though not without a low, âif you donât keep her calm, youâre not holding her again.â
soap just grinned, taking her into his arms as if heâd won the lottery, cradling her gently and cooing softly.
soon after, the rest of task force 141 gathered around, drawn by the excitement, each member eager to catch a glimpse of the new addition to the family.
you and simon stood to the side, watching with cautious eyes as they took turns holding her, each one adopting a careful gentleness you wouldnât have expected from hardened soldiers.
price held her with a proud grin, murmuring something about âtraining her to be the next captain,â while gaz made her giggle softly with his gentle cooing. even the usually reserved roach softened as he held her, a rare smile tugging at his lips.
you glanced up at simon, watching his face as he stood beside you, arms crossed in a show of casual indifference.
but you knew him too well. beneath the mask of stoicism, there was something warmer, a subtle softness in his gaze as he watched his team, his family, sharing this moment with him. this gruff, unbreakable soldier, who had once thought heâd lost everything, had found a new family among them, one that shared in his joys and sorrows alike.
reaching over, you took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. he didnât say anything, just gave your hand a quick squeeze in return, a quiet acknowledgment. but you could see it in his eyes, that gratitude for a family he never expected to findâa family that had now become part of yours.
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Dilf/Husband!Rafe thinks you deserve all the pipe. đť
With Rafe drowning in development projects, your sonâs last year playing football, and the two of you trying to plan your daughterâs upcoming sweet sixteen, getting a free weekend to spend together alone felt like a dream. Especially getting to be however loud you wanted with no kids around and your gorgeous husband feeling the need to be inside you at every possible chance.
The white sheets of the hotelâs bed were a mess as your manicured nails dug into the linen. Your poor cunt was sore from the constant stretch of his thick cock plunging in and out of you, his low grunts of pleasure behind you only making you leak more around him. You watched him in the long standing mirror of the expensive hotel room, his muscled body flexing with each thrust he gave you as his hips smacked against your ass.
âThis what you needed, huh?â He asked with a breathless growl as he relentlessly pounded into your wet hole. His blue eyes met your gaze in the reflection, a smirk coming to his face as he watched you take his dick. âSo goddamn beautiful baby. You deserved to be filled every fucking second. Donât you?â
You nodded the best your dizzy head would allow you to only for your upper body to give out as your arms grew weak. Your cheek pressed against the soft mattress, huge diamond ring and glittery band shining as you reached your hand back to tap at Rafeâs abs. âR-Rafe baby⌠itâs too much.â You mumbled, your climax slowly sneaking up on you. It wasnât like you wanted him to stop, but the man was huge and your cunt was sensitive. You definitely deserved it though, he was right. While two of you had a very healthy sex life, everything had been so busy lately that you had missed getting to feel him, hear him and be with him in such an intimate way. âYouâre gonna make me cum baby.â You whimpered, voice muffled by the sheets. The sounds of your moans, and wetness filled the hotel room along with the sexy groans and words of your husband.
âFuck⌠you sound gorgeous. Let me fucking hear you baby, tell me how much you want daddy to shoot his cum inside your perfect cunt.â His tone and little strained, which caused you to come undone with a cry to his name.
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I'll suck your dick for a long breeding kink Simon story (ily) đđťđđť
i â¤ď¸ breeding kinks and u anon
CW: BREEDING KINK, titty sucking, PIV (No protection, pls use this irl), oral sex (f receiving), praise, slight daddy kink?, cream pie, lactation kink kinda, orgasms yippee
There was something primal inside of Simon, an urge that simmered through him like magma, coiling into every vein and muscle with a need to be filled. It consumed him wholly, wracking his brain with images and thoughts.
Images and thoughts of you, full and round with his seed, his child.
Simon never knew he wanted a family, always content with the one he met on the field. That was until he met you. You were a ray of light, always cheery and smiling, so feminine and beautiful. He needed you, and that was enough, but he wanted more.
He had never approached it with you before, but he was always so careful in case it scared you away. It all began when you were waiting in line at the supermarket, a newborn straddled to his motherâs hips as it cooed at you, slobber dribbling down its mouth as its eyes crinkled with laughter. Â You were so quick to smile back, waving with glee as you pulled funny faces, a chorus of laughter soon following from the little one.
It only got worse when you were on your period, raving on about how you sometimes wanted to be pregnant just to get rid of it temporarily.
But Simon believes it really struck him when you were fresh out of the shower, pushing your belly out for fun to look as though you were expecting. You turned to him with cheery eyes and simply asked, âDo you think I would look good pregnant?â
Now, it was all the Lieutenant could think of.
You were a doll, always rushing around for him after he returned home, begging him to relax as you tended to his needs. You would be such a good mother.
âYou want me to run you a bath? Give you a massage?â You murmured, rubbing his shoulders as you sat on his lap, thick hands rubbing at your thighs.
Simon groaned in a pleasured tone, nodding, âOnly if you join me, sweetâart.â
The bathroom was thick with lavender, small rocks of decedent salts melting in the heated water, clouds of steam fogging up the mirrors as the fan overworked. Your body moulded to his as the bath swished around you, gently rocking against your upper back as your hands wrapped around his shoulders. Â
Calloused hands rubbed at your hips, kneading the flesh delicately as he rested his head into the crook of your neck, nuzzling into your scent with a deep sniff.
âAinâ I the luckiest man alive to have someone like you, youâre always so good to me,â Simon mumbled, voice slightly muffled by his lips pressed against your skin.
Your hands found the back of his neck, pulling him away from you with a smile as you kissed him, âI missed you, Si.â
âI missed you too. And these,â he snorted, groping at your tits as you giggled, working your fingers through his hair.
His cock grazed against your pussy, nudging your slit as you adjusted on top of him, lifting yourself slightly as he brought a breast to his mouth. His teeth grazed against the fat enjoying the way your breath hicked as his tongue swiped your hardened nipple, your fingers gripping into his shoulder with a profound tightness.
Simon was quick to work his palm against the other, enjoying your subtle moans as he tugged at the nipple, drawing the other one into his mouth with a harsh suck. You were so complicit to him, rocking your hips as you ground against his aching cock.
The man was practically slurring against your tits, switching between nipples as he kneaded the flesh. His voice was quiet as he breathed against your skin, barely audible, âNeed to fill these up with milk, makes me go crazy thinking about how sweet you would taste.â
Your ears were hazed over with arousal as you only grumbled out a âhuhâ immediately melting as he began to lick at your chest again. Your breasts were covered in spit, nipples erect and sore as you whined into the steamy air.
Simonâs hands were heavy as he pulled away from you, tugging you into the air with ease as water dripped along the floor, leading a trail to your bed before you were plopped down, wet body squealing against the sheets. He was quick to spread your thighs, lapping in the way your pussy throbbed as he tickled you with kisses, peppering over stretch marks.
Two fingers were quick to spread you open, folds sticky with your slick before the hotness of his mouth sealed it with a layer of spit, suckling at your sensitive clit as Simon growled against your cunt. Your mouth was tingling with cries, prickles of pleasure settling against a sheer layer of sweat that soaked your skin.
Your body was entranced by his tongue, writhing every-time he focused on your nub, your own hands playing with your tits as you rocked against his wet muscle. âF-Fuck Si- just like that-â
You were so needy, so desperate for release as he worked against your movements, thighs closing around his head as he muffled sweet moans into your flesh.
âTastes so fucking good,â he slurred, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he nestled in closer to your pussy. His cock was leaky with anticipation, moist with pre-cum, edging him closer and closer the more noise you made.
Your orgasm was fast, hitting you with ease as your back arched, thighs shaking as you came with a squeal. His tongue was rapid, licking at your juices like a madman as you moaned, attempting to push his relentless attack away.
Simon pulled away, chin drenched in both spit and arousal as he licked his lips, staring at you with unmistakable hunger. He was quick to work your legs open again, heavy cock hanging low as he tugged at it, pressing the angry tip against your clit.
âNeed to fuck you, doll,â he spat, rubbing his pre into your squelching folds as you nodded. No matter how many times you took him, the burn always ached through you, working into your muscles as it coiled into a hot pit in your stomach.
His grunt was loud as he bottomed out, resting in the warmth of your pussy as you stared up at him with tear-streaked eyes, your mouth stuck in an âoâ shape. You were so full, cock rubbing against your gummy walls with every slight movement, already kissing your neglected cervix.
âPlease move- please-â
He obeyed, pulling out before rocking back into you with a quick thrust. Simon moved your legs, holding them over his shoulder as he pounded into you with a relentless force, giddy on your fucked-out expressions, incoherent blurts leaving your pouty lips.
âTake me so fucking good baby, make me never want to leave. Need to cum in this fucking pussy.â
You clenched. Hard.
Simon paused slightly, staring down at your squinted eyes, hands rubbing at your pillowy tits before you relaxed again.
âYou want me to cum in you? Fuck a baby into this pretty cunt, hm?â
You babbled out a yes, tugging at your tender nipples as he growled into the air. His pace was brutal now, desperate for release as you milked around his length, pants leaving your mouth in shallow breaths.
âGonna look so fucking sexy pregnant- all full with my child. Gonna make me a Daddy? Gonna fuck you until it sticks. Thatâs it baby - keep sucking me in, just like that.â
Simon was feral, grunting into the air as he fucked his cock into your wailing mound, slick stringing down his full balls. Your screams were loud as your head tilted to the side, tongue lapping from your mouth as you mewled in the pleasure.
âYouâre gonna be such a good mommy, arenât you sweetâart? So fucking good- so fucking tight. Just need to breed this perfect pussy. All fucking mine.â
âY-Yours, Simon. Please fill me up,â you said, voice cracking as you gripped onto his neck, pulling him flush against you into a mating press. Delicate fingers found your clit as you rubbed the wet bead, moaning against his mouth as he kissed you, an endless supply of adrenaline pumping through his body.
âYou gonna give me as many kids as I want? Gonna keep you pregnant, so full and round with my babies. My perfect fucking girl.â
Your breath wedged in your throats as the coil grew in your stomach, sloppy motions rubbed against your clit as Simon fucked against your sweet spot.
âMilk my fucking cock, baby, thatâs it- cum for Daddy.â
His words sent you into overdrive, your eyes rolling back as your noises halted, stuck in your oesophagus as your lungs jolted full of air. Simon was quick to follow, your clenches wrapping around his shaft as he came with a groan, hot spurts of come coating your walls as he gripped onto your neck.
The Lieutenant was reluctant to pull out, desperate to keep his seed inside of you, buried at the hilt. You whined at the loss of contact, thick cock leaving your aching mound with a huff as Simon rushed to the bathroom.
You melted into the sheets, gently stirring as he wiped your face and neck with a cool compress.
âDid so well for me,â he praised, rubbing at your cheek affectionately. You smiled, pressing a kiss to his wrist.
Thick loads leaked from your exposed cunt, a hiss leaving Simonâs throat before two fingers pushed his work back in.
This man meant what he said, he wasnât stopping until it stuck. Until you were pregnant and forever his.
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Cw: Nsfw (gym owner+ your personal trainer Simon)
Simon notices you the moment you step into the gym. nervous, pretty, looked entirely out of place. He greets you with a nod and a gruff âHelloâ when you saunter to the counter and look up at him timidly. Gleaming doe eyes meeting his and a bit intimidated by his presence.
âI wantâŚwant to sign up for the courseâŚâ your voice comes out soft and quiet, still a bit scared by the wall of man in front of you. His lips curl upward slightly, though his schedule is pretty tight already, but he doesnât mind squeezing time out just for a cute and beautiful girl like you.
âThe only time Iâm free now is 21:00.â Simon said, asking if youâre okay with it, and you agree without a doubt. This is the gym closest to your place, and has the highest rating among others, you donât mind if the session will start a bit later in the night.
Heâs a great personal trainer, like the what the comments say on the internet. Heâs meticulous, knows how to effectively improve your stance. Youâre not sure if itâs normal for personal trainers to stand this close when youâre squatting, so close that you can feel the heat radiating off him, his breath fanning on the nape of your neck. maybe he just wants to make sure you wonât accidentally hurt yourself, you think to yourself after few sessions with him.
Simon canât forget the first session, you step into the gym with the sports bra and gym shorts, hair tied into a high bun that shows off your flawless neck, he wonders how smooth it will feel when he runs his fingers along it. His chest touches your rear when youâre lifting weights, âIn case your grip slips.â He tells you when he sees the confusion in your eyes. His eyes glued on your hips when you just finished few reps of lying leg curls, ass cheeks so nice and supple, you breathe a bit fast as you keep lying on the training machine, unaware of him try not to form a boner from ogling at your moist lips and the contours of your body.
Youâre a bit frustrated with the progress you made so far, asking him if youâre not working hard enough. Your slight pout is too adorable, and he resists the urge not to swipe his thumb over your bottom lip. âYouâre doing alright, give your body some time to build muscles.â Simon reassures you, but he can still see the chagrin on your face. Youâre stressed out, he can tell, and as your personal trainer, itâs his job to help his student unwind, yeah?
The disappointment and anxiety are thrown to the back of your mind when he sits on the bench in front of the mirror, two fingers deep inside you, twirling and pressing the gooey spots with you moaning on his lap.
âLook at the mirror, sweetheart, look how beautiful you look when your little pussyâs swallowing my fingers.â His other hand move to your chin, turn your head towards the mirror. You can see his smug smile even with that disposable mask on, his fingers shoved deep into your cunt, bring out your profuse juices when he drags his fingers out. The scene is too embarrassing, your cheeks flush with arousal and shyness when you shift your gaze away from the mirror.
âLook at the mirror, love.â His tongue clicks twice, tone firm without any space for you to reject, so you obediently look back, let out a high-pitched sweet whine as you watch how his cock sinks into your tight cunt, pussy lips pushed aside to fit his fat cock. âFucking pussy so tight, so perfectâŚfuckâŚâ He inhales deeply, landing a soft swat on your bum and makes you yelp at the comfortable sting.
He definitely didnât choose to schedule your session this late, that no one will be in gym except you two, so he can bend you over every surfaces here and fuck you till you squirt all over the nearest wall. His hips never cease, shows you how much stamina and strength he has as the best personal trainer. Pinning you over the machine you did lying leg curls, the angle of the it allows your ass to arch up and let him drive his pierced cock deeper, each piercings knead and glide through your spots one by one every time he slams his hips back.
When your thighsâ twitching even harder than they were after your leg days, you looking up at him with dazed eyes, entirely blissed out from how many mind blowing orgasms he gave you, Simon lifts you up again, easily maneuver you to hook your knees over his elbows, he pushes his cum-drenched dick inside again, still rock hard and ready to wrench yet another release from your heavenly cunny. He walks you to the mirror again, every steps makes his hips bucks and cock thrust up in the force, and all you can do is moan and whimper. âtoo much, too much SimonâŚâ
But He only huffs out a laughter at your words while he stops in front of the mirror, giving you the full view to the reflectionâyour fucked dumb expression, thighs spread widely and supported by his strong arms, pussy swollen and clit peaks out from the folds, yet your tight walls still massaging his cock nicely as if youâre trying to please him.
âSo perfect, princess. look just right when youâre in my arms.â Simon presses a kiss to your shoulder, adjust his grip and let your weight help him to reach the deepest, the tip of his shaft rest against your cervix. âLetâs have the next round on the leg press machine, yeah? I know you hate doing leg press the most, maybe youâll be more pliant the next time, because you know how Iâll make you soak that seat after the session ends, hmm?â
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đ đđđđđ đđđ đđđ đđ đđđđđ đđđđđđđđđ ! đËâ.Ë áĄŁđŠ
âjjk men and the positions they fuck you in
featuring: gojo, toji, nanami, choso, geto
content: smut, praise, ass slapping, belly bulge, breeding, hair pulling, degradation, cervix touching mention n more
đđ¨đŁđ¨. Doggy style
Thereâs just something about having you on your hands and knees that Gojo loves. His hands on your hips as he pounded roughly into you, black blindfold covering his crazed eyes at the feeling of his thick cock thrusting into your sopping cunt.
You were moaning loudly, sweat coating your forehead as Gojoâs hips slammed onto your ass. His length grazing against your gummy walls before finding itself deep. You mewled. âSatoru, feels so good.â Whimpering shakily when you felt his tip pressing into your g spot, his heavy balls hitting your sensitive clit with each movement.
âNnhg- ah, S-satoru,â you cried, your lips parting in heavy breaths and mewls as Gojo rutted into you like there was no tomorrow. A grin on his face when one hand reached up for your hair. Pulling your head up and forcing you to look at your slut out face in the mirror.
âLook at yourself.â he grinned, âsuch a pretty little slut fâme hmm?â Watching as you watched yourself with teary eyes. Your tits bouncing lewdly as you gripped the bedâs sheets harder. âTaking my cock so fucking well.â His large hand kneading at the flesh of your ass before landing his hand down onto it.
A choked cry escaping your mouth as you clenched down on him. Your eyes rolling back and your toes curling as Gojo molded your pussy on his cock. âSa-torâ haahâ you let out a moan when Gojo leaned down to press his back against yours.
The new found position allowing him to fuck you even deeper, heat filling your body at the building coil in your stomach. Gojoâs breath was hot on your ear when he groaned, âCome on slutty girl, make a mess on me, yeah?â
You nodded with a silent scream when Gojoâs hot tongue met your neck, his hand in your hair still forcing you to make eye contact with your reflection as you came undone. Your back arching deep and your body shaking as you gushed around his cock. A cocky smirk plastered on his face watching you squirt around him, his fast pace never slowing down.
âOne more.â
đđ¨đŁđ˘. Full nelson
It started off as something he simply wanted to try, quickly becoming his favorite position to manhandle your body into when he wanted to use your pussy. Lifting you up onto him. Whether he was sitting or standing, bending your legs back onto his shoulders with his arms under your knees. Using your smaller body as his personal breeding fleshlight.
Forcing your pussy on and off his fat cock till you were crying at how deep he was. His tip almost pushing past your cervix entrance as he fucked you on him. Effortlessly using your wetness to stroke his dick.
âTo-jiiiâ nngh, âs too much- youâre so deep,â you mewled, your cries shaky as the older manâs cock pierced your insides. Toji groaned with a smirk, bringing your hips flush down harshly onto his cock. The underside of your ass slamming against his hips as he messily fucked into you.
âSuch a good pocket pussy for me.â he groaned, his veiny cock rubbing hard against your slippery walls. âSlutty pussy is so fucking tight.â he rasped, his deep voice hot in your ear making you clench down with a cry.
âTojiiiâ ahh, âm cumming.â you sobbed, screaming out with a hiccup as pleasurable tears stained your cheeks. Your stomach tightening with the outline of the manâs tip bulging through. Toji thrusting up mercilessly into you with a grunt. âGo ahead. Fuck. Squeezing me so fucking tight, gonna break this pussy on my cock.â
His eyes dark as you fell apart. Your puffy eyes rolled back with loud sobs, your body spasming and your toes curling as you breathed heavily. Head falling back into Tojiâs neck as you fell off the edge. Pussy gushing messily onto his still thrusting cock.
Toji grinned sadistically, âThere we go. Hmm, think you can let out one more fâme?â Knowing very well heâd force one out of you even if you said no.
đđđ§đđŚđ˘. Riding
Loves to have you ride him. Thinking youâre in charge as you moved your hips back and forth. Moaning and whimpering loudly as you simultaneously stimulated your clit near the base of his cock. You were so tired, you just couldnât grind against that spot that you needed so bad.
âKentoooâ need your help, make me cum, please.â Nanami smiled teasingly, âMy baby canât make herself come on her own now can she?â
You let out a whine, eyes tearing up with a pout as you began to bounce on him. âUh uh, need you Kentoâ please daddy.â
Nanami smiled, âMy pleasure sweetheart.â Grabbing hold of your hips to still your rhythmless movements. Pressing a kiss to your lips before guiding your hips up and down his cock, thrusting roughly up into you making you cry out.
His dick fucking messily into your wet cunt, your mouth hung open in loud moans as he effortlessly slammed up into you just how you needed it. You mewled, âK-ken.. nnhg, Kentoâ haah, so good.â
Your whimpers were shaky as your boyfriend did all the work for you. His thick cock grazing harshly against your gummy walls as it stretched you out, stuffing your tight pussy to the max. âDaddy,â you breathed, your eyes rolling back as you felt yourself getting close.
Head fuzzy as you became a mess on him. Nanamiâs large hand reaching up to grab your chin. âLook at me when you cum sweetheart.â Your glassy eyes meeting his as you fell apart, body trembling when Nanami helped you grind along his thighs.
A broken mewl leaving your mouth as you creamed his cock, clenching down on him with a string of moans.
Nanami grunted. âThatâs it. Good girl, give me another one hmm?â
đđĄđ¨đŹđ¨. Missionary
Heâs a simple man. As long as he is able to touch you while looking at your pretty face then heâs happy. His hips rutting sloppily into you as he moaned and whined. His movements rough and fast as he got lost in the tight wetness of your slippery cunt.
His eyes filled with want, watching lovingly as you moaned his name. âYouâre so t-tight babyâ nnhg, feel so good around my cock,â he moaned. Pressing sloppy kisses all over your face with his hand kneading the soft flesh of your breasts. Leaning down to latch his hot tongue around your pert nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud with a groan.
âBaby,â Choso whined, âSooo goodâ so tight, ahh- so wet.â Moaning loudly when your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at fluffy black strands as his hips rolled into yours.
âCh-osoâ ah, choso baby. So good.â you cried out, your pussy clenching down hard onto him and your back arching. A shaky whimper leaving both your mouths when your eyes met. Your moans competing with his as you both reached your highs.
Touching as much of each other as you could. Your sweaty bodies pressed onto each other in a room filled with lewd noises.
âChosooââ you mewled, â âM close.â
Choso whimpered when you clenched down on his cock. âMhm? Cum with me okay baby? Fuckâ please cum with me.â he cried out, his thrusts becoming uncoordinated as you both let each otherâs name slip past your lips. Moaning and whimpering into each other before you were both shaking.
âYou there baby?â Choso mewled, âPlease tell me youâre there.â
You nodded, âUh huhâ ahh, âm there baby.â
Youâre both cumming after that, Chosoâs eyes closed and his lips parted in short moans while your eyes rolled back in a silent scream. Gushing onto his cock as Choso bottomed out inside you, stilling his cock deep into your heat before spilling his warm cum.
Both of you panting hard as he fucked you through your high. Choso intoxicated at the way you were becoming stuffed full. âDonât wanna stop yet baby. One more.â
đđđđ¨. Cowgirl
Puts you on him in cowgirl position. Watching with a satisfied smirk as you rode him to orgasm. His hands behind his head against his headboard, his eyes swirling with lust as you bounced on his cock with the roll of your hips.
Whimpering loudly as your nails raked down his chest. Frothy ring of wetness forming at the base of his cock, your sopping pussy dripping down onto his thighs as you fucked yourself deep. Crying out shakily when you felt his rounded tip hitting rapidly into your gummy spot. The sensation making you throw back your head with a mewl.
âSuguruâ nnhg, so good.â Your head falling back as you rut your hips desperately onto him, your pussy messily gushing onto his skin. âSugu- ahh, Suguru,â your eyes glassed over with tears as your cunt was stuffed full of his girth.
Geto hummed, âLook at you, such a good little thing for me arenât ya?â His smirk widening when you could only moan in response, tightening down on him as your body trembled.
âSuguru. âM so close.â you mewled, your breathing heavy with your movements becoming uncoordinated. Digging your nails past the barrier of his skin as your back arched, a string of cries falling past your swollen lips.
âCome on pretty,â he groaned, âdoing so well, make a mess on my cock yeah?â
âH-haah, nnhgâ sugu,â The coil in your stomach snapping as your eyes met your boyfriendâs with a shiver. Mewling loudly at the sight of his pierced lip between his teeth. His chest rising and falling as your cunt tightened.
âThatâs it baby, let it out.â
His deep voice was enough to have you falling apart, messily creaming his cock.
âThere we go, âm sure you can take one more. Donât stop.â
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I love the mail order bride !! Can we see her trying to get a job or school something and Simon getting offending thinking he doesnât have enough to support her ??
mail-order bride
he would not be offended if you wanted to do something for yourself; but he would be offended if you felt you were required to.
you pick up your blazer out of the closet, fitting it over your shoulders and buttoning it. you check your hair and your makeup one more time in the mirror before making your way into the living room, where simon still is, tools laid out at his feet as he uses a level and a pencil on the wall.
you clear your throat, knocking on the doorway gently.
"s-simon?" you ask gently. he grunts in response, marking a place on the wall, and you shuffle on your feet as you try to calm your stuttering breath. "i...can i ask for a favor?"
"can ask me for anythin'."
you purse your lips, "uhm...i need a ride."
"where ya wanna go?"
you play with your hands, rocking back and forth on your heels. he's still facing the wall, dark sleeves rolled up as he lifts a wooden block to the wall and starts to mount it there. he's putting up floating shelves you think, but the block of wood is very short in length. odd.
"i...have a job interview," you say softly. "it's in a half an hour. i...have to leave now to be on time. i'm..." you close your eyes, flinching. "i'm sorry, they only just called me, i-i should've given you more time--"
"why are you apologizin'?" he asks, setting his things down. he turns around to face you, and you open your eyes again, biting your lip. he comes closer, making you look up at him, and he narrows his eyes at you. "just said they only just called ya. so 's not y'r fault."
you open your mouth to say something, but he just brushes past you to head towards the door, grabbing his rain jacket and slipping it on. he flips the hood up over him after he shrugs his balaclava on, and he meets your eyes where you stand there oogling at him.
"well?" he raises a brow. "get y'r shoes on."
you scramble to go slip your boots on, picking up your purse by the door. simon opens the front door, revealing the misty rainy weather that's emerged since the morning. simon opens up an umbrella, making his way down the steps, and you follow him. he stops you before you come down, holding his hand out, and when he gets to the bottom of the steps, he holds his hand out for you.
you take his hand gently and let him guide you down the steps, and you're startled when he appears at the passenger side door of his truck. he holds the umbrella over you, opening the door for you, and he holds your hand again as you get settled before he shuts it behind you.
the drive is quiet. the rain falls hard, but simon is unbothered. you clutch the seatbelt a little bit as he drives--you don't want to be ungrateful, but simon sometimes makes a turn too sharp and brakes a little too hard. he sometimes has a hard time staying in his lane, too, but you just squeak and try not to be too loud when he swerves into a parking space crooked at a 45-degree angle.
simon opens the door for you, holding the umbrella and taking your hand again to help you onto the pavement. he walks you to the door, humming lowly, and he tilts his head to the side as you open the door.
"'ow long will y'be?" he asks, and you shrug.
"i-i don't know. maybe an hour?"
simon huffs a little, "olright. y'call me when y'r done."
you nod, about to go in, and he stops you again, big hand on your elbow.
"just..." he sighs deeply, looking anywhere but into your eyes. "good luck."
simon doesn't leave. he sits in his truck in the parking lot, eyes narrowed at the door of the building you just went inside of. his leg bounces underneath him, and he doesn't turn the car on for the heater because the bite of the cold, rainy weather keeps him awake and alert.
it's been over an hour. his phone sits on the dashboard, silent. he's not a patient man, never has been. his patience certainly has been tested with that fucking gremlin you insist on keeping around, the pocket of fur that drinks out of his water glass when he isn't looking and must nibble on his herbs in the kitchen (he can't prove it, but there's teeth mark tears in the basil leaves, the little shit). but this is somehow worse. he doesn't know why you want to get a job. he's been thinking about it while you've been gone.
maybe he hasn't made you feel secure enough. maybe you still feel like a stranger in your own house. maybe you still don't trust him yet, so you're too afraid to ask him for anything.
his phone starts to ring. he picks it up immediately, putting it to his ear.
"'ello?"
"s-simon?" it's you, of course, soft voice a little shaky. "i-i'm...can you pick me up now?"
"'m outside. i'll come get ya."
he practically rips open the door, and you're already standing there, coming out. he stops you before you start walking, making sure you're underneath the umbrella before you start to walk again. you keep your head down, and he doesn't even get a glimpse of you as he opens the door for you again and helps you up and into your seat.
as he pulls back onto the road, he barely hears the sound of your tears over the rumble of the engine. he looks over at you, frowning when he sees your hands covering your face and your shoulders shaking lightly.
he growls under his breath, not even turning on his blinker as he pulls over onto the side of the road. there's a honk sounding as other cars pass, but simon just turns to face you.
"oi, why are y'cryin'?" he asks firmly. you don't respond. you keep your face hidden, your body turned away, and simon huffs.
"oi!" he startles you with his loud voice, and your hands fall into your lap. "wot the fuck happened?"
"i didn't get t-the job," you hiccup. "i-it went...it was h-horrible. he hated my...m-my resume. the questions...i-i took too long t-to answer them, and i-i could tell...i could t-tell he h-hated me--"
"so you didn't get the bloody job," simon shrugs. "come off it. there'll be others."
"i-i don't even wanna do this!" you cry, wiping your face. your mascara is running, and simon sighs, frustrated.
"then why are you?"
"i...i-i--"
"look at me," he tells you, and your eyes meet his finally. your face is puffed and messy, wet streaks along your cheeks and eyeliner smudged along your eyes. "y'can do woteva y'want. anythin'. 'f you want t'stay home, then ya stay home. 'f y'wanna go t'work, then y'go to work." he reaches over and grips your face in one big hand, cupping your jaw and forcing you to lean closer to him. you can feel his breaths through the mask, warm and anxious. "don't worry about me. now tell me y'understand."
your lip wobbles, but you nod anyways.
"i-i understand."
your eyes close when you both lean in closer, and the mouth of his mask brushes against yours. you stay that way for a few long moments, lips brushing together, and when he pulls away to get back on the road, you notice his hand has fallen to rest on your thigh.
you put your hand over his gently, and by the time he pulls into the garage, your tears have dried, and your anxiety has dissolved.
when you emerge from your warm shower, there's an envelope by your purse. simon is in the kitchen, busying himself with dinner, and you pick up the envelope and rip it open. when you unravel the paper, there's a new credit card taped to it, with your name on it.
there's movement out of the corner of your eye, and when you look up, you realize simon had finished putting the little shelves up on the wall.
you can't hold back your smile, watching as the cat jumps from one shelf to the other. the cat follows the ascending and descending blocks of wood, all the way around the room until they curl up on their favorite spot on the couch, right inside the throw blanket that has been curled into a neat ball just for them.
you slip the credit card into your purse. when you pass by simon in the kitchen, you put a hand around his bicep and coax him to bend low, giving his cheek a kiss.
does he know he's not wearing his mask anymore?
his ears get red when he blushes.
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pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader
synopsis: in which married couple park sunghoon and park y/n are on their way to court to divorce when they suddenly get into a car crash, losing their memories entirely. over time, they start to fall inlove with each other all over again.
genre: angst, exes to lovers + strangers to lovers (ynhoon are soulmates your honor!!) fluff
âYou are the most immature person I have ever met!â You shout, âI shouldâve never married you in the first place!â
âFinally, something we can both agree on.â Sunghoon seethes, and you just know the taxi driver is uncomfortable by the way heâs awkwardly looking in the car mirror.
The both of you crossed your arms stubbornly, huffing like little children who just threw a tantrum.
The only reason why you and Sunghoon were getting a divorce in the first place was because he was so busy at his office, inheriting the CEO position from his father just months earlier.
You felt lonely, and it really didnât help that Sunghoon didnât give you any reassurance because he was too tired.
âAish, why is this red light taking so long?â Sunghoon angrily mumbles underneath his breath.
âWell maybe itâs your negative energy.â
âCan you be mature once in your life?â Sunghoon snaps back.
The taxi driver, very annoyed with the both of you, continues driving when the light turns green.
Then all of a sudden, a car rams through the intersection, crashing directly into the taxi.
You scream, and Sunghoon instantly puts his arms around your frame, shielding you.
Then, all goes black.
For a second, you could see the day that you and Sunghoon got married.
It was a Sunday, at the beautiful church nearby Sunghoonâs parents house, and you were wearing what Sunghoon called the most beautiful dress heâd ever seen. It was plain white, but long and so beautifully designed that it didnât need any other colors.
When you arrived at the altar, Sunghoon had bursted into tears. Some of his friends, Jake, who had traveled all the way from Australia to attend, patted the boy on back as comfort.
That day was nonetheless the happiest day of your life. You donât know if Sunghoon feels the same, and looking back, it feels like such a shame that youâre throwing it all down the drain.
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BLEEP. BLEEP.
Your body jolts awake, head practically killing you with the amount of ache it produced as you tried to sit up.
âPatient is up!â The nurse says before walking into your room with a tray. âGood morning, are you feeling okay?â
You raise your hands to touch your head, which was bandaged by some soft tissue material.
âWhere am I?â You say, looking around the room. You spot a unknown man groggily getting up, and for a second, you canât help but notice how handsome he was.
That was besides the point, though.
âYouâre in the hospital.â The nurse says, smiling softly. âDo you remember the events leading up to this?â
âI.. I donât remember anything, actually.â
The nurse still smiles at you reassuringly. âItâs alright lovebug, it seems as though you two have lost your memories.â
âUs two?â You question.
âYes.â She points to the guy on the other bed right next to you who just looked like he woke up from death. He too looked badly injured like you, having a broken hand and bandage around his head. âPark Sunghoon-ssi was in the same car as you and got injured as well.â
Park Sunghoon. Why did that name sound so familiar?
âWell since you're both awake," she said, relief evident in her voice. "You've been in an accident. Do you remember anything Sunghoon-ssi?â
Sunghoon shook his head slowly. "No... I don't remember anything."
The nurse nodded, sympathy in her eyes. âIt's not uncommon for victims to lose their memories after a traumatic accident. Memory loss can be temporary. Just focus on resting for now.â
The nurse leaves the room, leaving you and Sunghoon alone.
âShe said we were in the same car together,â you say slowly. âBut I really canât remember what you are to me.â
Sunghoon shrugs. âMe either. All I remember vividly is my parents. You mustâve been an acquaintance of mine, then.â
You nod, stretching your limbs. âYou got more injured than me.â
He lets out an airy chuckle, lifting his broken arm which was in a cast into the air. âYep, broken arm.â
You want to remember so badly what had happened leading up to all of this. What were you doing? Where were you going, and why were you with this Park Sunghoon guy in the first place?
âWhat did you get for breakfast?â
Sunghoon breaks the silence between the two of you, and you slowly look down at the tray in front of your bed.
âUh, the nurse got me tiramisu and oatmeal.â
âTiramisu?â Sunghoonâs mood automatically brightens up. âCan we please switch sweets? I really love tiramisu.â
You laugh at his childlike behavior, but nod anyway. âIâll bring it to you Sunghoon, wait.â
You donât know why, but it feels so right saying his name. Sunghoon mustâve felt the same way, because he swore his mouth went dry at you calling out his name.
You carefully make your way out your hospital bed, making sure not to accidentally detach any monitors that were attached to you. Grabbing the tiramisu cup, you make your way over to Sunghoon, whoâs already shaking in excitement.
Then you make your way back, opening the lid of your oatmeal bowl.
âI may not know what happened in the accident,â Sunghoon says. âBut I know this tiramisu is so fucking good.â
You shake your head, laughing at his words. âYah Sunghoon, you think we were best friends before all of this?â
âMaybe.â He mutters, the mascarpone cheese of the tiramisu leaving a mark on the side of his lips.
âWell our humor is alike.â You say. âWould explain why we were in the same car together. Maybe we were going out to lunch.â
The rest of the day was spent with Sunghoon and you cracking jokes then and there, the awkwardness of the two of you being strangers quickly faded.
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The next day, you were given tiramisu once again while Sunghoon was given cookies.
You descended from your bed, once again, and gave the tiramisu cup to Sunghoon while you grabbed his bag of cookies.
âYou know whatâs funny?â You say, biting into the warm chocolate chip cookie.
âWhat?â He says, although itâs muffled from the amount of tiramisu heâs stuffed into his mouth.
âYah, you gotta stop doing that, itâs gross.â
Sunghoon sticks his tongue out at you, which makes you giggle.
âWeâre both Parks, isnât that funny?â
âHuh,â Sunghoon looks up at the ceiling, thinking for a brief second. âPark Sunghoon and Park Y/N. That is funny.â
Maybe both of your humors are broken because you hit your head too hard during the crash, but even though you were at the hospital, youâre glad you have someone like Sunghoon to keep you company.
âDo you want to watch the stars with me tonight at the balcony?â You ask the boy, who nods softly.
âIâd love to, actually.â
And thatâs what the two of you did. By the time it hit 10pm, you two tiptoed out to the balcony, making sure to not let any of the night nurses see you.
âWhoaaa, itâs beautiful.â Sunghoon says, letting his broken arm lean against the railing. âWhy didnât we do this sooner?â
You smile, leaning your head on Sunghoonâs shoulder.
âSunghoon.â You say, voice barely above a whisper.
âYeah?â
âIâm not sure what we were before the accident,â you stop for a second. âBut Iâm glad we knew each other.â
Sunghoon turns his head to look down at your face, his expression morphed into a genuine smile. âIâm glad we knew each other too Y/N.â
That night, you slept the most compared to the other nights at the hospital. In your dreams, you see Sunghoonâonly instead of being at the hospital bed right beside you, heâs in the kitchen, wearing a black suit.
âYou look nice today.â
âThank you baby.â Sunghoon leans down to give you a kiss on the lips. âIs that tiramisu?â
You nod, your eyes full of love. âOf course, youâve been working so hard so I decided to make your favorite.â
He wraps his arms around your waist, letting the two of you swing back and forth slowly. âThank you my love, I seriously donât know what I would do without you.â
You woke up in a cold sweat, the dream feeling all too real.
âWhatâs wrong?â Sunghoon says, and you swore your heart almost leaped out of your chest, not expecting the brunette boy to be awake.
âItâs 2am, why are you even awake?â You say croakily, hands coming to rub your tired eyes.
âCouldnât sleep.â He shrugs. âHey, I had a really weird dream just now.â
âMe too.â You say, âyou were in it.â
Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, but doesnât further question it. âYou were a lawyer in my dream, you just graduated from Seoul University. We bought a house, and you told me you wanted to continue with your career.â
At least his dream was somewhat normal, you think. I canât just tell him I dreamt of us being together and being all lovey dovey. Heâd be thrown into a coma!
âAh, mine was similar.â
Nice save Y/N.
Sunghoon suddenly gets up from his bed, deciding to sit at the dining table the nurses had brought out for the two of you yesterday night.
âCome sit with me.â
You slowly creep out of your bed, sitting on the empty seat next to Sunghoon.
Suddenly, youâre hit with a sudden pounding headache.
âYouâre the worst, Sunghoon!â You scream on the top of your lungs, âI hate you! I hate you!â
âStop screaming!â He grabs your arms gently, eyes directly looking into yours. âY/N-ah, stop it.â
âSo Iâm Y/N to you now?â Your voice breaks. âNo more baby or love? Am I just another person to you Sunghoon?â
âOf course not, why would you say that?â He pinches the bridge of his nose, taking in a deep inhale. âLetâs just talk about this calmly, okay?â
âWhatâs there to talk about? You are never home, youâre always cooped up in your office! We might as well get a divorce!â
Sunghoonâs hold on your shoulder makes you snap out of your daze.
âHey, you okay?â He says concernedly, âyou were breathing heavily.â
âWhat?â You gasp. âYeahâyeah, Iâm okay. I just think I had a flashback.â
âReally? What was it?â
You donât want to tell Sunghoon that it was the two of you fighting. Why did you even mention divorcing in the flashback? Were you and Sunghoon something more than just friends?
âJust the crash.â You say. You want to tell him the truth, you really do, but youâre not sure if these were hallucinations from how hard your head was hit during the trauma or if they were actual flashbacks.
âWell, Iâm here.â Sunghoon whispers reassuringly. âIâll always be here. We survived a car crash together anyway, weâre kinda bonded to each other.â
You laugh, smacking him on his shoulder softly. âYouâre insane.â
âMaybe.â
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âDo you remember what your passion was before all of this?â Sunghoon asks, peeling his orange with his injured hand.
âI havenât really thought about it,â you say, âl think I really wouldâve liked becoming a mother. I love kids, the thought of them makes me happy.â
âI think you would be a great mother.â Sunghoon says quietly. âEven though we donât know each other much, I can tell youâre loving.â
You look down at your lap, trying to suppress the bright smile forming at the corner of your lips.
âThanks Hoonie.â
âHoonie?â
Your eyes widened. âIâm sorry! Did I make you uncomfortable? I shouldâve notââ
âItâs okay Y/N,â he chuckles. âItâs fine. I like it.â
You canât help but laugh along with him. âOkay.â
The next few days go by quickly, with you and Sunghoon already warming up to each other.
You were both comfortable enough to speak your thoughts freely around one another, no matter how silly or ridiculous some of them seemed.
When the nurses brought you two breakfast, Sunghoon almost dropped his fork in shock.
âThey gave me tiramisu.â He says, eyes glistening with joy. âThey finally gave me tiramisu.â
âI donât know why youâre so excited.â You snicker jokingly. âYouâve been eating my tiramisu this entire week.â
He turns around to look at your tray, which had a bag of snickerdoodle cookies on it.
With shaking limbs, he makes his way over, handing the tiramisu cup to you and swapping it with your cookies.
âI thought you hated snickerdoodle cookies, Hoon?â You ask, eyebrows furrowed.
âI do.â He admits. âBut youâve given me your tiramisu all week, I wanted you to have mine this time.â
Your heart swells at that, and you point your spoon at him accusingly.
âYah, is this because you want my chocolate pudding at dinner?â You joke.
âPffft, what? Nooo.â He quickly defends himself. âBut if youâre willing to shareââ
âShut up Park Sunghoon!â
âYes maâam!â
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You donât know why, but youâre starting to feel giddy whenever you talk with Sunghoon.
Your palms does this thing where it sweats profusely, and your tongue feels like dried sandpaper.
Thereâs no way you like Park Sunghoon, right? Youâve barely known the guy for two weeks, so why was the heart racing at the thought of him?
âIâve convinced the nurses to get us two bottles of coca cola,â Sunghoon says, practically jumping up and down as he entered the room.
âReally? Out of all the drinks you couldâve persuaded them to get us, you got us coke.â
âDonât diss Coca Cola like that!â Sunghoon says, crossing his arms.
Just like Sunghoon had said, the nurse approaches the two of you an hour later, 2 bottles of coca cola in her hands. She hands one to Sunghoon, then to you.
"Enjoy." She says, smile reaching her eyes.
Sunghoon's eyes light up when he opens the bottle and takes a sip. "Ah, for some reason, this feels so nostalgic."
A little memory pops up in his head, one of him playing at the park with his mom and younger sister.
"Sunghoon-oppa! Mom says she brought us coca cola!" The young girl, Yeji, says. "C'mon! Come with me!"
The young Park Sunghoon lets his younger sister take his hand, running towards their mom who was on the other side of the park.
"What's wrong Sunghoon-ssi?" You ask, noticing how his thick eyebrows were furrowed and his grip on the bottle had tightened.
"Huh?"
"You zoned out for a bit."
He chuckles nervously, glancing around the room. "Sorry, I think I just had a flashback." He says. "Park Yeji."
"Who?"
"My younger sister." He explains. "I could see her clearly. I wonder where she is right now."
You too wondered where your family was. Maybe they were too busy to come visit you. You could briefly remember having a younger brother. Jungwon. Yang Jungwon.
"Cheers." He says, mood changing quickly. His canines shined brightly as he smiled, making him look all too gorgeous in your eyes. "To the car crash, for bringing me and Park Y/N together."
You giggle, raising your bottle in the air. "Cheers to the car crash, for bonding me with this weird guy named Sunghoon."
"Yah!"
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"Is it weird?"
"Hm?"
It's 11pm, and you and Sunghoon face each other as you're both laying on opposite ends of the room.
"That we've known each other for only a few weeks and I already feel like I've known you for an entire lifetime?"
You smile at his words, shaking your head. "No, I feel the same way Hoonie."
"Would it be stupid to say out loud how much I want to kiss you right now?"
Your mouth almost drops at his boldness, but you quickly shake your head.
Sunghoon takes your silence as approval, sitting up to come over to your side.
He brushes the hair away from your face, leaning in to close the gap between your lips.
When the both of you pull away, you automatically lean in again, the feel of his lips on yours felt so right.
"I love you Sunghoon." You say as you cup his cheeks. "I don't want to fight anymore."
"I know," he whispers. "I love you. Cause even though we were both going down, we were going down together."
"I hate you." You say, a smile playing on your face. "I hate you for being the only person who I can't stay mad at."
"And I love you," he says. "For being there for me, always."
"Sunghoon."
"Hm?"
"I love you."
He smiles down at you, uninjured hand coming to hold yours. "I love you too."
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"What?" You say flabbergasted.
The next morning was the date of both yours and Sunghoon's discharge, and both your families decided to come visit.
"You two were married." Your father explains, a bewildered expression on his face. "How could you not know? Was the Park Y/N not obvious?"
"I thought that was just my last name!" You say, defending yourself.
"Your last name is Yang, noona." Your little brother speaks up. It was Jungwon, the same boy you kept seeing in your flashbacks, only this time, his face looks more clear and matured. "It was before you married Sunghoon-hyung."
"You're telling me we got married and divorced?" Sunghoon says, stuttering over his own words.
"Yes son," Sunghoon's mother explains. "Well, not quite exactly. We don't know why you guys wanted to divorce, you kind of shut yourselves out when you were arguing. You didn't officially divorce yet, you got into an accident on the way to court."
That made so much sense now. The flashbacks of arguments between you and Sunghoon, the makeups after the arguments, the cute moments, everything. It started to all click in your head.
"You still share houses and everything, the lawyers had to put your case on hold because you were both hospitalized." Jungwon says. "We were here to pick you up separately, in case you weren't comfortable staying with each other."
"It's fine." You and Sunghoon both say at the same time.
"Are you sure honey?" Sunghoon's mom asks concernedly.
"Yes mom, I'm sure."
The drive home was awkward, you both drove in different cars but to the home you had bought before the accident happened.
"Noona," Jungwon calls out to you. Your parents are still in the car, looking at the scene in front of them.
"Yes Jungwon?"
"Listen, I may not know a lot about love," he says, "but I know what you and Sunghoon-hyung have is real. I could still see somewhere in his eyes that he remembers parts of you and he still loves you whether or not his memories came back or not. I could tell you love him too. I don't know why the two of you decided to divorce but I know you called me crying hysterically because of it. I just think you two needed to talk it out, without the lawyers, without the paperwork. You two are the two most stubborn people I know, but also the two most loving people I know, you wouldn't just leave each other like that."
You want to cry at your younger brother's words, tears already leaking from your eyes. "Thank you Won."
You reach your arms out to hug him, a hug that he instantly melts into. "I love you noona."
"I love you too."
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"This isn't what we expected, huh?" Sunghoon says, leaning his head on the marble island in the middle of your kitchen. "This whole time I thought you were my best friend, turns out you were my soon to be ex-wife."
You laugh quietly at the irony of the whole situation. "Whatever we were in the past is in the past Hoon."
He nods. "I can't believe we were going to divorce."
"I can't believe it either."
"You know what my mom told me in the car?" Sunghoon sits up straight to look at you. "The reason I have a broken arm and you don't was because during the crash, I put my arms around yours to protect you. Isn't that funny? Even though we hated each other at that moment, my first instinct was to protect you."
You stay still at that, his words sinking into your brain.
"It's like the universe wanted us to be together." You say quietly.
"Hey Y/N?"
You turn around to face Sunghoon. "Yeah?"
"I'm glad I married you."
Even though you and Sunghoon aren't sure where you stand in terms of relationship, all you know is that you love him, and that is enough for the both of you.
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Between the Books
Summary: Reader is a librarian at the library Spencer frequents while he's finishing one of his degrees. They find themselves in a precarious situation when everyone's left and they're the last two people there.
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Smut
Content Warning: unprotected penetrative sex, oral (f!recieving), fingering (f!recieving), themes of exhibitionism, public sex.
Word Count: 3.9 k
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Being observant came naturally to you, almost as if it was a reflex embedded into the core of your nervous system. Youâd say âhelloâ to a new face and as if under command, your eyes would naturally drift to the small pieces of hair on that strangerâs coat.Â
Dog? Cat? Freakishly large gerbil?Â
Whatever it was, you couldnât turn it off. And thatâs why when Spencer Reid caught your eye, you simply couldnât find it in yourself to look away.Â
And with time, it seemed like his actions mirrored yours.
Youâd taken interest in a position at a university library for the summer. The job seemed to be a welcome change of pace from the likes of hectic summer jobs youâd go for typically in the past, a position that would mostly consist of monitoring graduate-level students who were, thankfully, much calmer than their undergrad counterparts.
 For the most part, you were right. Your days were filled with reading in an air-conditioned building, looking up titles of reference books for other students, and of course, the unexpected, yet welcomed, occurrence of Spencer Reid.Â
The longer you spent at the library, the more you came to learn more about him.Â
Well, as much as you could learn without actually speaking to the man.Â
Youâd learned his name from the library card heâd brandish when it came time to check out materials. Heâd frequent books about Jean-Paul Sarte, Camus, and Nietzsche, opting to stay in the same, well-lit corner by the window every time he visited. While he could come in at any part of the day, he seemed to prefer later hours, when the library would be mostly vacant. His outfits werenât over-the-top with formality, but he clearly wasnât in the business of dressing casually.
 You found it attractive, honestly, how put-together he seemed.Â
His return-rate on books was freakishly fast, and at one point, youâd assumed he was checking out books to read a certain page or chapter for research, and would then put it back, until you found yourself properly watching him and realized, no, he actually was just reading that fast. He could finish texts that would take almost a year to cover by seasoned professors and scholars in mere hours.
 How? You had no idea. Nevertheless, you desperately wanted to learn- to know him beyond the gazes of a library hall.Â
Youâd decided to try your luck at speaking to the man, noticing the three books heâd chosen all seemed to have one incredibly common theme amongst their authorship.Â
âExistentialist?â You ask, trying to make your tone seem polite but still friendly.Â
He blinks, as if he wasnât expecting to be spoken to, and takes a second, his gaze meeting yours. âSorry, what?âÂ
âExistentialist.â You repeat, motioning to the books you were checking out for him. âKierkegaard, Dostoevsky, Kafka. Your books seem to share a commonality.âÂ
He chuckles, realizing the meaning of your words and shakes his head. âNo, no. Not an existentialist. Iâd like to believe the world is better than what any of them make it out to be.âÂ
You smile, and nod. âIâd hope so.â Your eyebrows furrow, head tilting slightly. âWhy the interest then?â Thereâs genuine fascination in your tone, and he seems to absolutely thrive off that, his eyes lighting up as you continue the conversation.Â
âIâm completing my Masters in Philosophy.â He responds. âWeâve been doing an assignment on existentialism, hence the ridiculous amount of gloom and doom in my reading.â
 Thereâs a pause, before he cracks a smile, and then asks you, âRomantic?âÂ
You look at him in confusion. Itâs your turn to not get the joke. âSorry?âÂ
âAre you a romantic?â He asks. When you retain that confused look on your face, he continues.Â
âYouâre almost always reading some variation of a romance novel here. So far Iâve counted Austen, Bronte, and I think I saw a copy of Anna Karenina on the counter once.âÂ
You feel a bit of heat rise to your face, realizing that in his own way, heâd been observing you as well. In a second, the tables were turned, and the lens you often used on others was abruptly focused on you instead.Â
âWell, Anna Karenina is hardly a romance, Iâd argue.â You say, before nodding. âBut, yeah. I guess Iâd say Iâm a fan of romance in novels.âÂ
He smiles, shaking his head. âIâm not asking you if youâre a fan of romance in novels, Iâm asking you if youâre a romantic.â He says, putting emphasis on the last word, as if that was supposed to provide some grand difference to the statement.Â
âJust as much as anyone else, right?â You respond, still a bit puzzled at his insistence on contrasting the syntax of his statement.Â
âI see.â He says, nodding, continuing to look at you, as if he was sizing you up. âIâll have to pick up a copy of Anna Karenina sometime then. See if itâs as much of a love story as I remember.âÂ
âI think youâll find itâs absolutely not.â You reply, smiling. âI believe we have a copy of it here, as a matter of fact, if youâre actually interested.â Thereâs a hint of skepticism in your tone, wondering why he seemed to be taking so much regard to your conversation.
âOf course Iâm actually interested. You seem passionate about the subject.â He counters, grinning.Â
âI mean- yeah, I am! Itâs a pretty misinterpreted book, I think.â You say. Thereâs a slight moment of silence, before you find yourself saying your next few words. âIâm also surprised youâre interested. Iâm not always sure if itâs up everyoneâs lane. Lots of people canât get through it.âÂ
âIâm sure the least I can do is try.â He says, shrugging.Â
You check out the last of his books, placing them in his outstretched hands. âHonestly, Iâm even more surprised you noticed. You seem pretty into it in your corner over there.â You say, half-jokingly, but with a hint of seriousness mixed into it.Â
He gives a softer smile, almost boyish, as he replies.Â
âYouâre pretty hard not to notice.âÂ
He keeps the smile on his face, giving you a slight nod of his head, before leaving you to deal with the sudden heat that had risen to your cheeks as a result of his words. You couldnât find it in yourself to respond to his quick wit in the moment, your heartbeat still racing long after heâd left.Â
Over that summer, the two of you get continually closer. To your absolute delight, he does end up reading Anna Karenina and better yet, he agrees with you. You immediately take an even stronger liking to him than before. Thus starts your tradition of recommending books to each other, the two of you discussing them when heâd come to the library, almost like a secret, private book club that only you two were privy to.Â
You come to learn more about him. His doctorates, his job. The secret of his inhumanely fast reading was revealed to you later down the road, when he explained the abilities of an unconscious mind.. or something. While you wanted to give your undivided attention to him, there was an unspoken part of you that couldnât help but find it ridiculously attractive when he explained things to you. He never seemed to notice that enduring part of your psyche, and you were grateful for that.Â
Overall though, he made quite the friend. He shared your love of literature, and could be a wonderful listener at times. Your previous days of solitude in the library were long forgotten, and you found yourself looking forward to his daily visits, ready to share your thoughts on some book heâd last asked you to read.Â
You find that his visits become less and less about the actual establishment, and more and more about you, especially when he opts to visit you at the front desk first, as opposed to over at his usual spot by the window. Somedays, he makes it obvious, not even bothering to peruse the selection of books he was previously accustomed to, and merely opts to talk to you the entire time, right up to the point where youâre locking the doors of the library and heading to your own place for the night.Â
Thereâs a part of you that wonders why he hasnât asked you out. You wonder why you hadnât asked him out. It only seems natural, given how much time the two of you were spending- a date seemed like an obvious byproduct of the lingering gazes youâd catch him throw at you, the absolute joy that would bubble in your chest everytime the two of you shared an afternoon.Â
You shrug it off. All in good time, right?Â
Itâs another night at the library, and you found yourself a bit frustrated. Youâd asked your manager if there was any way she could take on the later shift of the day, increasingly tired with the hours of the job and simply needing a break from it all. She refused, and tonight, that refusal seemed to be on the forefront of your mind.Â
âI just- I donât get it, Spencer. I know she can take on this shift.â You say, wheeling around a cart of books to be reshelved, talking openly since the library was empty at this point in the day, all patrons packed up and soundly at homeâ while you were stuck here.Â
He stayed, of course, following you around diligently as you completed the task, listening to every word.
 âI get that this is the worst shift to have, but come on. Iâm a good employee, you know? I feel like I deserve a break here and there.â You come to a stop, picking up a stack of books with a huffy sigh. âBut no. Iâm the one who has to go home late. Iâm the one whoâs on closing every single night. Iâm sick of it.âÂ
He nods sympathetically, and you continue to grovel, deeply appreciative that he was allowing you to vent to him like this. You stand on the provided step-stool on the ground, allowing you to have the height necessary to shelve some books that belonged further up than normal.Â
âLike, is it really that hard?â You grumble, your face turned away from Spencer as you find each bookâs proper place. âGod forbid she sleeps at a later time than normal- or I donât know, hires someone else.â The last book is reshelved, and you turn around, about to dismount the stool. âAnd another thing-âÂ
In the midst of your rant, you find yourself distracted, missing the step on the stool that wouldâve allowed a safe dismount, and you quickly realize youâre falling off, letting out a small yelp before a stronger force keeps you upright- a force that happened to be Spencerâs arms catching you.Â
âYou alright?â He asks with heavy concern, trying to look into your eyes or your legs, attempting to discern for signs where you mightâve hurt yourself on your descent.Â
It takes a second for you to process that you are insanely close to Spencer. His features are almost enhanced by the low-lighting of the dark library, his eyes entirely dilated as he stares at you, his lips soft and perfectâ and those cheekbones, god. You could practically cut yourself on them.Â
You quickly return to your senses, trying to go back to a more suitable position that wouldnât leave you so absolutely tongue tied. âNo, no. Iâm fine, honestly.â You step back, wiggling your leg a little. âSee? Entirely fine.âÂ
He smiles a little sheepishly. âSorry, I just get worried. Iâm a doctor, you know.â He says, a teasing quality in his tone as he steps closer.Â
âNot an actual doctor.â You say, rolling your eyes fondly.Â
âCome on.â He says, letting his hand drift over back to your arm, which had taken most of the shock of falling onto him. âHumor me.âÂ
Thereâs that grin again, and you canât help but relent.Â
And so you humor him like he asked, letting his fingertips trail over the skin to properly check for any injuries, the action much more sensual than it shouldâve been for a friend checking up on another friend.Â
âYou know.â He murmurs, his voice a bit lower than before. âI donât actually think this is the worst shift to take on.âÂ
Your throat is dry, a physical reaction being drawn out of you as he touches you, and thereâs a conscious reminder you actually have to respond to his words.Â
âOh? Why is that?â You force out.Â
âItâs so quiet.â He mumbles out, immediately, his fingertips now tracing down to your waist, as the two of you made eye contact. âNobodyâs even in here at this point.âÂ
You swallow, trying to calm the rapid beat of your heart. âYeah, I suppose youâre right.âÂ
âI like the quiet.â He says, continuing on. The previously feather-like touch on your waist becomes more grasping than anything else. âThereâs just so much more you can get done when itâs quiet.âÂ
You nod and half heartedly mumble. âMhm.â Youâre far more focused on your growing proximity than his actual words, the act rendering you entirely breathless until heâs standing face to face with you, your breaths mingling due to the closeness.Â
âI can feel your heart beating.â He mumbles. âSo fast. Do I make you nervous?âÂ
You lick your lips and nod out of instinct, before squeezing your eyes shut and shaking your head. âNo, no. Itâs just the closeness. Iâm not used to it.â You whisper, eyes openingâ and his gaze is as intense as ever.Â
One of his hands goes to cup your face. âUnless you tell me otherwise, Iâm going to kiss you now.âÂ
You donât move a single muscle.Â
And then all of a sudden, heâs everywhere. Heâs pulling you closer, absolutely devouring you like heâs been starved for your touch all along. His tongue slips into your mouth, and you respond in approval, humming with a deep content against his lips, your hands going to wrap around his neck, pulling your bodies flush together. You donât want spaceâ not now, or ever again.Â
âFuck. Wanted this for so long.â He mumbles, as soon as he breaks off the kiss, finding the pulse point on your neck, and going at it with his lips, causing you to quietly moan out in pleasure. Youâd never heard him curse before, and the act only served to add to the steadily growing throb in between your legs.Â
He pushes you even more insistently up against the counter attached to the bookshelves, your weight slightly more supported by the wood, as opposed to his body like before.Â
âYouâre so pretty.â He breathes out in between his assault on your neck, his mouth finding every inch of your nape, and marking it as his own. Itâs almost like heâs hellbent on mapping out every plane of skin there, committing every spot that makes you whine or let out his name to memory.
Youâre breathing so heavily, and you think it canât possibly get any better than this, but he proves you wrong when he abruptly gets to his knees, your eyes widening.Â
âNeed to taste you. Please.âÂ
Heâs begging, like, on-his-knees, doe-eyes, broken voice- begging to eat you out.Â
And how could you ever say no, what, with those pretty eyes of his, and that expression on his face that made you practically weak with need? Â
âYes.â You whisper out, and in record time, heâs undoing your jeans and underwear in one clean swoop, not even bothering to fully remove the material before his tongue is all over your cunt, lapping up the wetness that had accumulated in the past few minutes. Youâre half surprised he didnât just rip your clothing off, given the enthusiasm he was showing at this moment.Â
Youâre suddenly incredibly aware of where you are- your place of work, a fucking library, and Spencer Reid was buried in your thighs like a man parched, lapping up wherever he possibly can. You can hear the obscene noises of your passion, his tongue lavishing over you, before he pays special attention to your clit, wrapping his lips around the nub and sucking softly. You cover your mouth with your free hand- grateful that the wood behind you was supporting you, because without it, you truly think youâd topple over from the sheer pleasure of it all.Â
âFuck.â You whisper, voice high-pitched as you try to hold back your noises. âFuck. Gonna come.â You warn, legs shaking as you barreled towards your release.Â
Without warning, his fingers enter your cunt, and youâre fighting back a scream.Â
How long had you stared at his fingers before this? How many times had you watched them run up and down the spines of the books he read, or gestured with them constantly whilst speaking? How long had such a simple part of his body captivated you?Â
How many times had you secretly wondered to yourself how theyâd feel inside you?
It didnât matter anymore. You had your answer now. Fucking amazing.
âSpencer!â You whine out, his fingers naturally reaching that soft spot inside that you often struggled to even brush against. His lips find your clit again, sucking softly and you know youâre an absolute goner.Â
âOh, fuck, fuck, fuck-âÂ
Before you can even voice in coherent terms how good this feels, youâre coming, the walls of your cunt spasming around his fingers as he relishes in the reaction, using the tip of his tongue to circle your clit, and slowing his fingers down as you ride out the remnants of your orgasm. He slips the digits out of you as he rises to his knees, and sucks on his fingers, one by one, practically moaning as he tastes your release.
The sight is downright sinful.
âYou taste so good.â He whispers, crashing his lips against yours again, and youâre already needy again when you can taste yourself on his tongue.Â
His hands drift down to his own slacks, undoing them and pulling his cock out, already dripping with precum.Â
âYou ready, pretty girl?â He murmurs, guiding his tip to your waiting cunt. Youâve situated yourself on the wood of the desk entirely now, needing the support for what happens next.Â
You nod, and without even realizing he was already mostly there, he pushes into you entirely, and your jaw drops. Your head rests against his shoulder, trying to accustom to feeling of him stretching you out so fucking perfectly.Â
How could you ever fuck anyone else again, when he just felt so perfect for you?Â
It seemed that he agreed with the sentiment, moaning softly as his free hand steadied himself by gripping onto the shelf. âYou feel so fucking good.â He murmurs. âCan I move? Are you okay?â He asks, softly.Â
His other hand rubs soothing circles into your hip bone, and youâre nodding, touched by his concern for you, even during such a salacious act.Â
His thrusts are slow at first, still allowing you to get used to the feeling of him inside of you, before heâs truly going at it, his thick cock rubbing against your wet walls in a way that makes you feel light and full all at once. It's delectable, and you never want it to end.Â
You whine, holding onto his neck, your head thrown back as you take it, feeling the books rattle around you with every hump he deals into you. You canât even find it in yourself to careâ all that matters right now is you, and him, and how fucking amazing it feels when heâs fucking you like this.Â
You can feel yourself building towards another pleasurable release, before you hear the telltale click of the library door opening, effectively removing you from the moment. Fuck. The janitor.Â
âSpencer, Spencer!â You whisper-shout, biting your lip. His cock doesnât once slow inside you, and you find it hard to think when it feels that good.Â
âWeâre gonna be caught!â You whine out, dizzied by how you were simultaneously turned on and utterly panicked.Â
âNo, we wonât.â He whispers, gruffly. With your hands now around his neck, he lets his hand drop from the shelf and covers your mouth. He leans in even closer, if thatâs possible, eyes dark.Â
The sight makes a shiver go up your spine.Â
âStay quiet.â He murmurs, as he begins to deal slower, more deliberate thrusts into your cunt.Â
âFeel that? Feel how Iâm filling you up, nice and slow?â He whispers, the words barely audible, but with how close heâs standing to you, they overtake every one of your senses, and you nod desperately, eyes glistening as you feel yourself dancing on the precipice of release.Â
âShh. I know.â He murmurs. âCome for me, yeah? I know you want to. Show me how much you like my cock inside of you.âÂ
It's a combination of his tone, of the risk you two were facing, and the sensation of him that has you responding exactly the way he wants, and in an instant, youâre coming with a shuddering breath, holding back a loud whine, just like he asked you to.Â
The feeling of your walls spasming has him releasing as well, a warmth flooding in your deepest point. His head drops into your shoulder as he attempts to muffle his moans the best he can, and you both bask in the afterglow for a second, trying to pant as quietly as you could.Â
Spencer immediately springs into action, redressing you with precision and care, guiding your underwear and jeans back up, buttoning them up for you. Youâre still in a slight haze from the two orgasms heâd just given you, and when you properly come to, his slacks are back on, and he leans in for a much more chaste kiss. It leaves you with butterflies, despite everything, and you find yourself smiling softly at him. The fondness reflected in his expression is undeniable.
âLetâs get out of here.â He murmurs, grabbing your hand and guiding you in between the shadows of the shelves, effectively keeping you both from being caught. The janitor remains clueless, as you two sneak out, giggling like teenagers as you find yourselves outside, the summer night warm and cool all at once.Â
âThat was..â You mumble, laughing a bit, surprised that had even happened.Â
âI know. I- uh. Mightâve gotten carried away?â He says. âI usually like to do that after a date. I just-â He steps closer, cupping your cheek. âI couldnât wait. I hope thatâs okay.â He whispers.Â
âMore than okay.â You whisper back.Â
His thumb slowly strokes over the expanse of your cheek, and he bites his lip. âCould we? Date? Try this out?â He murmurs. âI know I didnât get much of a chance to say it back there, but I really like you.âÂ
You canât help the chuckle that escapes you. This man had just been inside you, and now he was blushing and stuttering whilst he attempted to ask you out.Â
âYes.â You nod. âLetâs try this.âÂ
Heâs got the most genuine smile on his face, and a sigh of relief can be heard as he leans in again to kiss you, and you canât help the smile on your face as your lips meet his, the elation in both of your bodies absolutely radiating inside and out.Â
You recount your first conversation and know now, there was a difference between liking romance, and being a romantic.Â
You reckon Spencer Reid could make quite a romantic out of you.Â
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Simon grinned at himself through the mirror like a stupid teenager in the changing room as Price, god bless this man and his father figure behavior, tugged on his tie to keep it straight and clean.
Wedding Day had come. His wedding day had come.
âMate, you must be shakinâ with excitement to marry the pretty face.â Gaz grinned from his spot on the couch, all three of them dressed in their best attire. Even Soap hadnât complained once about wearing a tie.
Simonâs mind wandered to you in the other room, he hadnât seen you since last night, tradition, thatâs what they called it.
He hoped you were having a blast, because you had to spend so many days and nights over the wedding plans that he had to get you to the hospital once after you broke down from exhaustion.
âAnyone ever thought big bad olâ Ghost gets married?â Soap teased as he rummaged through the drawers at the desk. What exactly was he searching? Simon didnât know or maybe he was too happy to question his best friendâs motives for now, they usually end in chaos and today was meant no chaos.
âI always believed Simon would find the one true love one day.â Price nodded and patted Simonâs chest, telling him he was done with the tie.
âLiar.â Gaz laughed and shook his head. âIf you want to know who always believed in you, Lieutenant, thatâs me. Olâ Captain and MacTavish over here said you would die a virgin. We got a bet running for a while.â
Simon wasnât even surprised or mad, maybe tomorrow, or the week after. But tonight he wanted to be on Cloud Nine and looking through the pink tinted glasses of love. Tonight he would say âyesâ to the person he loved the most, the one that kept him alive and sane and put up with his antics.
âIâm getting married.â He smiled at himself in the mirror.
âYouâre getting married, son.â Price looked at him, through the mirror, a proud smile hidden under the beard.
A minute later his phone rang, your name and picture on the screen.
âYes? Everything alright, darling?â Simon asked and looked at Price, worry flashing behind his brown eyes.
âIâm scared, Simon. I⌠I know this will sound crazy and you probably think Iâm mad. But⌠I wanna run away.â You say, followed by a shaky breath. âBut at the same time I donât wanna run away but stay and marry you. Does it make sense?â
Simon relaxed immediately, you were nervous, as you should be. Just like him.
âHow about this then, darling, we run away together until you know what you want.â He grinned and picked up his suit jacket.
Soap and Gaz were gasping at him.
âLetâs run away together and if you still feel like running, we blew off this party. And if not, we come back, say yes to each other tonight and live our happily ever after.â
Gaz asked if he was insane. Soap was looking between Simon and Price, who simply had the time of his life while opening the door for Simon to leave.
âAre you sure⌠do you⌠I meanâŚ?â You started to ramble and mutter under your breath.
âDarling⌠For you I would go through hell and back. I am not complete without you anymore. There was a time before you, sure. But there will be no time after you. Together.â Simon spoke gently and could see through the phone who your cheeks turned pink and tears pricked your eyes. âIâll be out in two minutes, donât let me wait.â
(Spoiler, in the end Simon and you got married surrounded by friends and family. Price lost a bet to Laswell because they both know you two and knew you would pull such a stunt. Soap had gained a few more grey hairs than necessary and Gaz was pretty sure this was some kind of punishment, why else would you two pull something like that.)
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Language Barriers
Based off the idea that Yuu doesn't speak the same language or have the same culture norms in their world!! Got inspired for once
Content Info: GN!, 4.6K words-ish, Fluff/Comedy, Platonic except in Kalim's, Aztec refs in Leonas, NSFW jokes in Heartslabyul, Staff being parents, Trey bullying
Characters: Mozus Trein, Divus Crewel, Dire Crowley, Ashton Vargas, Sam, Riddle Rosehearts, Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Grim, Leona Kingscholar, Kalim al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit
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Since your arrival in Twisted Wonderland, you have begun to grasp the language and culture of this world. For the most part, at least.
You remember as clear as day when you first arrived, the pure confusion of the Headmage and those around you. Words from your lips were pure gibberish to them. They stared at you like you were an anomalyâ and they were right. You are one.
âGlitchyâ is the term they have used to describe your voice. âIt is as though the sound around you warps everytime you speak.â The Headmageâ Crowleyâ said.
The man had given you a necklace alongside an old dorm he housed you in. It was a simple looking necklace. A small mirror charm dangles in the center of it. Subtle enough to not draw attention to it.
It wasn't just a necklace however. It was a translator, a universal one.
The âglitchesâ from your mouth had stopped and became the strange sounds the natives here spoke. Still, the necklace is just a buffer. Just because you can understand them doesn't mean you know what they're saying.
You still do not know the slang, the culture, the phrases, the grammar. Words still slipped your mind. You swear all you can hear is gibberish at timesâ and honestly you donât doubt it occasionally is when students want to mess with you. You still had a lot to learn and there have been many miscommunications along the way. All part of the journey you suppose.
The staff here weren't coddling at all but they were accommodating. They made it clear that they favored no student more than the other. (At least that's what they claim.) But they also understood that holding you to the same standard would be unfair.
Mozus Trein
Professor Mozus Trein was a blessing when it came to learning about this world. His history classes made understanding this place easier. Trein would even give you extra context with his lessons to help you understand the everyday things and universal knowledge that you are unaware of.
His standards for your essays were different. He was no less strict on you but he was reasonable. He could tell that you truly understood the concept and put effort into your papers despite the language barrier and he is not going to punish you for learning.
You would get your paper back with a high grade and a page of corrections with explanations for each one. Why this comma here wrong. Why this was the wrong conjugation of that word. How this sentence could be improved.
âExcuse me, Professor?â You test the words as you speak them, accent slipping out. Trein looks to you from his desk. "Yes?â
âThis word here is marked as wrong, but I remember you saying âI before E except after C.ââ You tilt the paper to him and the older man adjusts himself on seat.
âLet me see hereâŚâ Trein paused to read the paper, expert eyes scanning for any potential mistakes. âAh I see, that word there is an exception. âSovereignâ doesn't follow that rule.â He closed his eyes as he explained and you nodded in understanding.
âI see, so I just have to memorize it. Are there any other words like that?â You didn't like how Trein seemed to frown as he thought about it. He hadn't realized how many there were. âYes there are. A lot more than I anticipated Iâm afraid,â a sigh escapes his lips and he shakes his head.
âI will not hold this against your grade since you have been improving with each assignment. Little mistakes like this will be forgiven so long as they are not repeated. Allow me to adjust your grade accordingly.â
You tilted your head as your B+ went to an A-. A small smile decorates your features. Trein nods to you and hands you your paper back. âThere you are then. On to you next class.â You turn to leave but are stopped by when he speaks again.
âYou should be proud of yourself, Yuu. You are the hardest working student I've have ever had the pleasure of teaching.â You perked up and your smile grew as you were onto your next class.
Divus Crewel
Professor Divus Crewelâs classes were difficult for completely different reasons. Math and numbers were the same for the most part aside from some minor symbol changes. Word problems were the bane of your existence however. Thankfully Divus can see that you understand the math. He'll often pass you or only take half a point off if you use the wrong equation or misunderstand the question and such.
He also gave you a small private lesson about alchemy as well. Teaching you the basic terms and proper protocols that most students would have learned early in their education. He'd show how to differentiate the effects an ingredient would have by the prefixes of their names or symbols on the vial.
But most importantly he would help you socially. What you should dress like for certain events. The correct way to speak so you could sound like a native. Social cues.
And he would refuse to admit it but you were his prized pup over the rest. He may or may not have slipped you a few perfumes or clothing under the guise of âCrowley not providing enoughâ or âTaking stress off of you to do better in class.â You knew better though.
After all, how could he play off giving a coat similar to his? It was less flashy and more suited to your tastes. It wasn't obvious to anyone else that you matched him unless they really observed. Perfect to wear in his class.
He's always looking out for you. Making sure you are safe and secure. And should you get injured from another adventure, he is there with a potion in hand.
Dire Crowley
Crowley was the one that gave you the necklace and a place to stay. Though eccentric and a bit well⌠lazy, you couldnât deny that this was a good display of his generosity. Even if he does make you work for it.
Crowley was a strange one. He'd gift you some magical object one day and then forget you exist the next. Heâd help you with your paperwork for accommodations and then forget to approve of them.
One time he dropped off a stack of paperwork on you to do for him but still left you a huge comprehensive guide that teaches you how to do each one. On top of that there was even a translation card meant to help you. If he put this much effort into these papers he'd be done by now. You assume he made this so he can drop more on you in the future. You swear he mentioned he's doing this to you to âprepare you for when you become the new headmageâ er headmaster.â Yeah right.
He'd give you dangerous tasks then become overprotective if any boy dare get too close to you. He'd help with anything but only if you stroke his ego. Yet despite it all he was still, as much as you hated to admit it, generous.
Despite everything, he has taken you in instead of abandoning you in this world. You swear sometimes he acts like a dad to you⌠When its convenient.
He's so annoying but you canât find it in your heart to truly hate him. He may get you in trouble, but the moment it becomes too dangerous he steps in without hesitation to protect you and gives you a huge lecture after.
You hope you learn enough of the language to properly scold him.
Ashton Vargas
âIs this really necessary?â You ask the coach in front who re-wraps your hands tightly. âAbsolutely it is!â The Coach's booming voice resonates in you as he pats you on your back rather roughly. âGive me another punch.â
You swallow and raise your hands again. You hesitate. âCome on kid you aren't gonna leave a dent in me!â You swallow and swing at his stomach. Vargas was right, he doesn't even flinch as your arm practically vibrates.
âThat was a good form! I almost felt it.â A great guffaw rumbles in his chest. âAgain!â Another punch, he looks down approvingly.
âNot bad, not bad at all. I sense a lot of potential in you, kid. That's enough for today.â You breathe a sigh of relief as you wipe your brow and unwrap your hands.
âSeems my training regiment is working, you're getting stronger by the day. Stillâ this on its own isn't enough. You need protein, kid! Lots of it. And you know what a good source of protein is?â
You stare at him for a moment. âThose uhâŚâ the word slips your mind. âChicken⌠capsulesâŚ?â
âBingo! But they're called Eggs here Yuu.â Ashton puts a hand on his hip and makes a fist. âYou should start with a dozen eggs per day and increase from there. I know that headmage can't be relied on to pay you in time, so I personally will deliver some bulking meals myself!â
â... Why are you doing this for me?â Your voice comes out a bit quiet as you speak. Ashton looks at you for a minute. âWhy? Because youâre my student and I want to see you succeed. You got some serious strength hidden in you, and it would br a shame to see it wasted. BesidesâŚâ
As he speaks he starts taking down those punchy things, sandbags, you think. âThe students here are quite rowdy. I want you to be able to defend yourself, especially since you don't have magic. You have to rely on brawn, Yuu! And I will be the one to awaken it.â
Vargas strikes a pose for a moment before relaxing. âBefore you go I need to teach you some vocabulary.â
âVocabularyâŚ?â
âAbout your muscles of course!â The coach sat you down for a moment as he went into kinesiology. Micros and macros. Bulking. He broke it all down for you while flexing his muscles to emphasize his points.
âNow off you go Yuu, meet me here same time tomorrow, got it?â
Sam
Sam is a cool dude. You interact with him a lot. He never had an issue when you were first learning to speak. In fact he'd help you find the products you described to him. Of course he'd try and convince you to buy the more premium products but that's just business.
He'd even offer you a gig or two. His shelves don't stock themselves and his shadow friends wouldn't mind some extra help. Just know they can be a bit mischievous. While you were working you'd even get a small employee discount.
Even though your language has gotten better, there is still the occasional mix up.
âAh, prefect! What can I do for you?â Sam queried while leaning on the counter top, delighted to see one of his favorite customers. âI am looking for⌠umâŚâ You froze. What was that word again??
âThe⌠white liquid?â You watched as Sam racked his brain for what you meant. âAn invisibility potion?â
âNo no! It's like⌠a juice?â
âAh! I got it! Coconut milk!â The man snapped his fingers and winked. He frowned a bit when you shook your head.
âWait here.â The shadow man watched as you ventured into the small smack aisle in front of him. Soon you took a bag of beef jerky and pointed to the small symbol on it. âWhat is this animal called again?â
âThat's a cow.â
âYes! I need the juice from it! The cow juice! What is its name? I forgot.â you perked up and beamed at him, hoping he understood. It all clicked for Sam, and he let out a hearty laugh at the realization.
âDo you mean milk, perchance?â
âYes! I knew it had that sound! I need milk!â Sam chuckled again and waves his hand, sending a small shadow to retrieve some. âBy the way would you be down to do some work tonight?â
âTonight? Yeah, I can always use some extra cash.â The prefect was always so easy going. Guess they had to be in a place like this.
âGood. I'll apply your discount right now then!â
Heartslabyul
Your favorite Heartslabyul members have invited you to join them. Another Unbirthday party was to be hosted and the stars aligned today for the whole deck to help with the baking. It felt nice to be with them. They were like a family in a way, being with them felt like home. Alongside baking, there was some cooking being done too.
âGeez you really do like your eggs, huh?â Cater asked the spade who stirred his chopsticks with precision. He is determined to make the perfect tornado omelet.
âOh you have no idea.â Ace tsked. âWhenever we go out to a restaurant it's the only thing he orders.â
âNot true!â Deuce's interjection wasn't as strong as it usually is, much to focused on his creation. âYeah only if they dont offer any.â Ace retorts.
âGrim, it is unsanitary to touch the batter,â Riddle breaks up the impending argument to chide the direbeast âhelpingâ him stir, âTrey how many egg yolks do I add?â
âThree. You sure got it Riddle?â Riddle pouts a bit. He knows he got a shell in the batter last time but he's trying! âI'll get it right this time, you can count on it.â
âOoh, give the egg whites to Deuce if you aren't using them!â Deuce mutters a thank you to Cater as he finishes up his omelet. âDoes anyone else want one?â
Noâs resound across the kitchen aside from you and Grim which makes Deuce smile. âAlright, what kind do you want Yuu? I'm still unsure on what kind you prefer.â Deuce looks a little embarrassed at not knowing despite how long you've been friends.
Before anyone could tease Deuce, Trey asks the worst question he possibly could without knowing. âActually how do you like your eggs in the morning, Yuu? I rarely see you eat breakfast in the cafeteria.â
You pause for a moment, the pan you were greasing slipping slightly. Then you chuckled. âThat's very bold of you Trey, I never expected you of all people to say that⌠But judging by everyone else's reaction, I assume it doesn't mean anything here?â
âOh? Does it mean something different where you from?â Riddle asks, looking over at you. âIt does actually.â Cater looks up from his phone he was reading the recipe from, noticing your amused expression. âWhat else could possibly it mean though?â You hold in a laugh. Perhaps this wasn't the best time to bring it up but you can't help it.
âIs that so? I sure hope I didn't say anything offensive. What does it mean?â Poor Trey; he chuckles as he decorates one of the finished cakes not knowing the storm that's brewing.
âYou essentially just propositioned me in front of everyone.â The whole kitchen is silent as they stare at you. Trey looks flustered and confused out of his mind as an abundance of frosting squirts out of the bag. âI⌠pardon?â
Ace speaks first âHuh?! How does that make sense?â
âProposition? What does that mean?â
âDon't worry about it Grim.â says the diamond. âStill that seems far fetched, it's rude of you to mess with Trey like that you know!â
âI'm not lying! It's actually what it means!â Trey is adjusting his glasses now, embarrassment growing. Riddle looks horrified, trying to find his words. He's trying to rack his brain for a response before deciding to ask about it. His voice comes out a little hesitant and unsure. âAre eggs part of some sort of courtship in your worldâŚ?â
âUm⌠sort of..?â At your words Deuce pales. Ace takes this opportunity to be a little shit per usual. âWow! Seems like you have a chance then, Deucy!â
âOh shut it Ace! Wait, have I been propositioning you this whole time?!â His face is red and he's hiding in his hands. He has offered so many egg dishes over the years. Oh God he must have made you so uncomfortableâ this isn't what an honor student would do!
âI still don't know what that meansâŚâ Grim grumbles.
âNo no! Offering eggs is fine, it's just that particular phrase has very different connotations in my world.â
Ace is snickering at the whole situation, but especially at Deuceâs panic. He's also just as confused, however. Trey finally has the courage to speak. âUm, how exactly does that meanâŚâ He trails off, defeated. âI'm sorry Yuu, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortableâŚâ
âYou didn't. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tease you too muchâŚâ
âOkay, but how exactly does that mean that?â
âYeah I'm with Cater on this oneâŚâ Ace adds.
âEnlighten me.â Riddle puts his hands on his hips, morbid curiosity getting the better of him.
âSo⌠When someone asks that they essentially mean to say they're gonna invite you to spend the night with them and cook you breakfast in the morning.â Trey looks even more embarrassed but so does Riddle.
âSo it's a sleepover? That's it?â Grim asks just to be waived off by Cater again who vibrating with laughter.
âThat's a pretty convoluted way of askingâŚâ Deuce looks to the side, also a little flustered. âYeah it makes no sense for me either, and I'm from that world, but that is what it meansâŚâ
âWow so Trey really is bold!â Cater snickers as Ace joins in with a âI never knew you had it in you.â
âEnough with this vulgar talk!â Riddle commands, clearly demanding the conversation to be over.
âI am never gonna live this down aren't I?â
Leona Kingscholar
I am gonna nerd a lil abt aztec mythology rn and I'm not apologizing
Herbivore is what he called you. It was meant to be an insult but you never took offense. There is no other creature that fights harder than prey that is fighting for their life or backed into a corner. If anything it was a compliment. You've seen how hard they can fight.
Yet today Leona took the title further. âYou are honestly like a little rabbit. All this confidence and attitude, yet harmless.â You raised a brow at him. âThank you.â
Leona's eyes shift ever so slightly. âYou're taking it as a compliment?â You tilt your head. âI assume rabbit in this world is synonymous with fragility hereâŚ? Odd. They're a symbol of warriors back in my world.â
âIs that so?â Leona speaks boredly, but he doesn't excuse himself or tell you to shut up. âYeah, rabbits are these mighty warriors that are completely invincible. Children of one of the 5 sin gods too. Nothing can kill them. Centzon TĹtĹchtin are no joke. Odd how they're considered weak here.â
You think for a moment. âBut they are known to be constantly drunk all the time and play around, so I guess that could be an insultâŚâ Leona just rubs his head. âTake it however you wantâŚâ
Kalim al-Asim
âLook at all the stars!â Kalim exclaims, pointing up at the sky. He lands his carpet along the sand dunes, eyes full of wonder. He then looks to you with bated breath, waiting for your reaction.
âIt's beautifulâŚâ You whisper, overlooking the patterns of stars decorating the night sky. It was straight out of a painting, vast and whimsical. Kalim was glowing at your happiness. âAaah, I'm glad you like it! I was hoping you would!â
You lean back against the ground. Shooting stars dart across the sky along the twinkling lights in a beautiful display. Your eyes land on the moon, admiring how different it was from your own.
âThe moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn't it?â You freeze for a moment. âHaha, careful saying that to people from my world Kalim, not that you'll be running into anyone else from there anytime soonâŚâ
Kalim looks over to you, brows slightly furrowed. âEh? What do you mean?â You look back up the moon again. âSaying âthe moon looks beautiful tonightâ where Iâm from means I love you.â There's a moment of silence as Kalim ponders.
âWell then the moon looks beautiful tonight! I love all of my friends!â Kalim grins at you, fist pumped to his chest.
âIt's not like that, Kalim. It's for romantic feelings. Funny, since coming here I've had a lot of experiences that would be considered flirtatious in my wordâŚâ You laugh a bit before a small frown appears on your features but Kalim snaps you out if it.
âSo what you're saying is⌠it's a love confession?â His eyes are glimmering, the moon reflecting on them beautifully.
âYou got it.â
âThen the moon looks beautiful tonight.â
Jamil Viper
So in TWST the languages aren't called the same thing in our world but I couldn't figure out the language of the Scalding Sands so I made one up. Can be a psuedo-prequel to my other fic Missing Yuu. It can be read here!
âYour Arabic is so similar yet so different than my world's versionâ Jamil pauses his mumbling and hums in question. âArabic?â
âIt's a language where I'm from. It sounds very similar to yours. Like I swear it could be some sort of dialect of it.â
âScaldic, you mean?â You nod looking over at him from where you lay in his bed. âIs that what it's called? It's a pretty language.â Jamil messes with the stereo in his room, taking out an old CD and browsing for another he wanted to show you. âMaybe once you get more comfortable in this language, I can teach you a bit.â
âThat would be lovely, thanks Jamilâ As the sounds of shuffling continue from his search and you absentmindedly mess with your necklace before sitting up. âWait! I know!â
Jamil perks and turns to you, watching as you start to take off your necklace. âHere put this on, you've shown me so much music from your world, let me show you some from mine!â
You offer the necklace over, shaking it a little for encouragement. Jamil takes it gently and examines the necklace. He lifts up his hair and slips it on, feeling a warmth on his chest from where the mirror lay.
You speak, and Jamil braces against the weird feeling of the necklace warping your glitched gibberish from your throat into his native language. âCan you hear me?â The words echoed in his head a bit. He took a moment to fully process them as they reverberated in his head.
He almost replies in his native tongue, but the amulet compels him to speak another language. Your language.âYes, I can.â He replies, slurring a bit as he feels his words echo and warp. Strange⌠he knows what he's saying but he can't understand it.
âYou have an accent, well that makes senseâŚâ You chuckle a bit as he sits beside you, taking a moment to adjust to the sensation. âI never thought about how the enchantments on these worked. I assumed that it would be instant. Is this what it's like for you?â
âCrowley said it would probably be different for me cause I'm not from this world. See why I ask you to repeat things all the time? ⌠thanks for not getting too annoyed with that by the way.â
You tap away on your phone for a moment. âHere we go, I got some songs in Arabic for you, look.â Jamil watches you press play and takes in the music. It was ethereal, so different yet so similar to his worlds. Uncanny yet compelling. Then the lyrics start and he furrows his brows.
âIt really is like Scaldic.â he replies, closing his eyes. âIts like if I focus hard enough I can hear it in my own language, but I cant.â
âSee what I mean?â Jamil nods. âI think I'm picking up some words though, but there's no guarantee the meaning is the same.â
âYeah it's how I feel all the time here⌠its frustrating at times. Oddly enough there are some words that stay the same, mostly food for example. Like mahalabia or horchata for example.â
âHuh, odd how that worksâŚâ the music coursing through his body invigorates him. He can imagine all the potential ways to move to this.
âYeah. And it's the same dish tooâ well sort of. It tastes so similar yet so different. I miss my world's food, but I'm slowly forgetting the taste of it. Its just vauge memory.â Jamil peers over to the saddened expression on your face. He never even considered that part of being from another world.
â... How about we listen to your music while cooking, then? I'm sure we can make something that tastes like home.â Your face brightens. âThat sounds nice.â
Vil Schoenheit
âThank you for putting up with my accent, it must be annoying to deal with.â You sip on the tea he offered you, trying your best to abide by the manners in this world. Vil merely looked at you.
âIt's not annoying at all. Your accent is fine just the way it is.â He almost seemed disappointed by the insinuation.
âAh⌠Sorry I just saw that Epelâs usually not allowed to use his accent around you, so I assumed I shouldn't either.â Vil sighs.
âThat's different. You have already proven yourself strong and beautiful enough to be who you are. Epel on the other hand needs to learn to accept himself for who he is first before he can truly be the person he wants to be. He must prove to me he can love himself as he is. If I hated accents, I wouldn't have let Rook speak in his."
âAh I see⌠Thank you.â It wasn't everyday that you get praise from the Vil Schoenheit. âYour speech has improved, though I may point out there are some words you may need to work on. Your accent may make it sound like you are talking about something else entirely. HmmâŚâ
You hold your breath as he thinks. âI want you to grow into the best spudling you can be, so how about you take voice lessons from me?â Vil seems to smirk at your surprised expression. âFrom you..?â
Vil nods. âYes. This way you can grow more confident in your speech and vocabulary. That voice of yours is beautiful, it just needs to be tuned.â You look at your tea then to him. âI accept.â
#twisted wonderland x reader#dire crowley x reader#mozus trein x reader#twst sam x reader#divus crewel x reader#ashton vargas x reader#riddle rosehearts x reader#trey clover x reader#cater diamond x reader#ace trapolla x reader#deuce spade x reader#twst grim x reader#leona kingsholar x reader#kalim al asim x reader#jamil viper x reader#vil shoenheit x reader#disney twst#twisted wonderland
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"ex" husband
simon "ghost" riley
cw: pwp/smut, ex husband!simon, possessive!simon, dark themes, mirror sex & other smut, major red flags, proceed with caution, bad husband!simon, manipulation
bunny says: once you fuck crazy, you never not fuck crazy
simon didn't believe in divorce. he made a vow to be with you till death, he wasn't going to skimp out on the years you could spend together. he wouldn't accept that you wanted to be without him.
he had you on the floor of your shared bedroom, you were holding onto him behind yourself while his hands were on your hips. he was rubbing his cock up against your slick entrance.
"have you had any other guys over? fuckin' them in my bed, in my home that i paid for?" he held it over your head as he watched your face contort with pleasure. he continued to rub his tip up against your slit.
"no, simon." you panted. your heart raced with every moment that passed. your body was hot all over. "i haven't had anyone else, not since you." your pussy clenched around nothing in anticipation for what was to come. you were almost certain that your cunt was formed to the size of his cock.
"good, good. i don't want some fuckin' prick comin' to my home and fuckin' my girl." his voice was low as he got a hand between your legs and touched your clit with his rough fingers.
you arched your back and moaned out loud. you could be as loud as you needed to be. he kept his wife in a home far enough from everything that you could whimper and whine to your heart's content. your eyes fluttered closed as you felt the thrill of pleasure through your body.
"nothin' can have ya. no stupid asshole who thinks he can have what is mine. you made a promise, love. to be loyal to your husband." he growled as he gripped your jaw with his other hand and made you look into the mirror, "i don't think someone who wants to leave her husband would be lettin' him fuck her in their bedroom."
"simon, please." you whimper.
"nah, nah, love.' he said, accent heavier due to the immense lust in his body, "i was a good man to you. lovin', carin', did everythin' for ya. and you turn around like an ungrateful brat and try to leave me." his voice was getting deadly. his hand still held your jaw and his other played with your clit. you were stuck to him, "fuckin' slag. surprised you haven't fucked your way through the neighborhood to find a new man. because you'd never find one like me. or you're scared. scared i'd find him, and make him go missin'."
you swallowed, fear struck through you, "simon. i didn't sleep with anyone."
he buried his nose into your hair and groaned as his cock still prodded your pussy lips, "i know, i know. you don't actually want to leave me. your girlfriends got these thoughts into your head that i don't think are true. better without me? love, i made you."
you panted heavily, it was hard to look into the mirror with his hot words into your mouth. maybe he was right, maybe you didn't want to leave him. he had given you everything throughout your entire marriage. why would you sacrifice it?
he pulled his hand away from your pussy and guided his cock into your pussy. the stretch had you gripping onto him. the angle was awkward but he had you contorted to fit his pleasure.
"my good wife." he purred, "i'll always love you. even when you're not usin' that head of yours right. but don't worry." he kissed your cheek, "i'll always take care of my girl."
you held onto him as he thrusted into your from behind. you felt the air leave your lungs whenever he pushed into you. it was an intense feeling on your behalf. you had never imagined that fucking your soon-to-be ex-husband would feel so good.
"like that, love?"
you nodded meekly, "it feels good."
"that's a good girl." he groaned, "made perfectly for me. you are such a good girl for me, love. why would you want to go anywhere? stay with me, keep your vow."
your thighs quivered from the intense feeling of pleasure. your breathing was heavy and your head felt full. your heart leapt every time his cock nudged against a sensitive spot.
"please, simon. i can't be your wife."
"you can. and you will." he took you by the face and tilted your head back so he could kiss you passionately.
you melted into the kiss, as did the last of your resolve. your core throbbed with a need for him. he melted away all your problems. the more he fucked you, the more you wanted to stay with him.
he was your husband after all.
the sex between you two was hot and messy. it made you core soaked as he continued to bully his cock into your sweet cunt with every hard thrust.
"say you love me."
"i love you." you replied, your eyes hooded.
"good girl." he groaned, "i want to hear that every day until you can no longer speak." he licked across your bottom lip, "my good girl."
you whined as your body shook with each thrust of his hips. your pussy clenched around his cock. you felt your mouth to be dry and you voice strained.
simon loved taking you apart, only to put you back together. he continued to fuck you with abandon. he gazed at you with his nose in your hair as he thrusted up into you.
your noises were so cute, you really just were so small compared to him. you needed him! what were you thinking leaving him? you needed your big strong military husband to make sure that you were safe. don't be silly now!
he kissed your neck as he felt the surge of pleasure in his gut. his heart hammered with each every thrust. you were made for him. as he kissed the tip of your ear, he felt the blush that spread across your skin.
"please, simon."
"i got ya, love." he said, "i got ya." with a few more thrusts that hit in just the right place. you saw stars as you climaxed around his cock. his was soon to follow as his cum hit the back of your womb.
where it belonged.
as you rested your face on the carpet of the bedroom in an effort to cool down, simon grabbed your hips and started to thrust into you once more. his cock still painfully hard.
"you've done enough damage, love. so just sit there and let your husband take care of you." his voice was low and deadly. your best option would to just let simon do what he wanted.
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"so mrs. riley. you've decided against the divorce. any particular reason why?"
you relaxed a little bit in the sleek office chair across the desk from your lawyer. your hand was on your middle as you smiled, "well, we're having a son soon, and he needs his father in his life. so i reconsidered."
"the case against your husband is fairly strong. broken locks on the door, his overly possessive behaviour, the text messages and voice mails, all of it. you could be granted a divorce quite easily."
you shook your head, "no need. we've worked it out." you smiled at the lawyer. you knew your simon was waiting for you in the car. his words echoed in your mind as you assured your lawyer that her services weren't needed.
you and simon were properly a family now. you didn't need to tear it apart. after all, how else were you going to end up with many little rileys running around?
#call of duty#bunny writes#reader insert#call of duty modern warfare#bunny speaks#call of duty smut#simon ghost riley#call of duty x reader#ghost call of duty#simon ghost riley fanfiction#ex husband simon#simon my beloved#simon ghost#ghost mw2#simon ghost smut#ghost smut#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley smut
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W.C âş 6.4k
Warning âş bottom male reader. Reader has a cock and is mentioned to have slept with girls and boys. No set character, this is an OC, but you can imagine anyone
Plot âş basically just this idea I had but expanded
Kinks âş manhandling, accidental creampie, cross dressing, lite feminization, mirror sex, hint of dom/sub relation
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To say you were a playboy was an understatement. New girl every week was you being nice. Now, as a senior, you didnât care as much anymore.
Which led you to your current predicament.
Youâd practically ran through the entire school by now and you were⌠bored.
The first years didnât interest you. And youâd already gone through the pretty people in third and second year. It was looking like youâd have to start branching out to schools nearby.
A sigh left you as you plopped down at your seat, flicking at a lint of dust on your desk. It was lunch time and you werenât feeling hungry. Well you were hungry for sex but not for food.
âMan, (L.Name), view this as a good thing! Itâs lucky you havenât gotten an STD by now.â Your friend, Ryun, said as he ate from his bento box. You only gave him a huff.
âI use condoms. They work, 99.9%!â
âSure. Iâm surprised none of the girls have gotten pregnant yet.â
Ryun let out a howl as you kicked his knee underneath the desk. âI fuck guys too! You should be wondering if Iâm pregnant.â
âWhaâ(L.Name), you canât get pregnant.â
You shrugged. âYou never know.â
âAre you insane?â
âShould you really be asking the resident slut that?â A voice cut in. Your eyebrows rose as you turned to see who was so bold to call you that only to see it was another one of your friends.
âSanaâŚ! Thatâs so mean! Iâm not a slut.â You whined as she plopped down at the desk beside you. She only gave you a knowing look before digging into her own bento.
âRyun!â You looked straight at him. âAm I a slut?â
âDo you really want me to answer thatâŚ?â
âGAH!! Ryun~~~!â You whined, pouting heavily as you rubbed at your face in annoyance. The two ignored your childish behavior as you finally began to start eating your bento. It was a comfortable silence for a moment before a ding popped in your head.
âOh noâŚâ Ryun muttered, knowing that look in your eyes.
You leaned in close, grinning. âGuys.. This senior year, I should go for someone special!â
Sana sighed. âWho? Who havenât you fucked by now?â
A teasing grin pulled on your lips as you motioned for them to come closer. As they pulled in, you looked around to make sure no one was ease dropping and giggled in excitement.
âIto Yuki.â
A pin could be heard as Ryun and Sana stared at you for a moment. Their faces slowly contorting into something of pure disgust and disappointment.
âHim?! Student Council president, Ito Yuki?!â Sana whispered yelled.
âMhm. Iâve never even noticed him before until now! You shouldâve seen him. He still has those ugly glasses but heâs buffed up! Whatâs he training for?â You joked, laughing loudly in the quiet classroom.
Ryun groaned. âNo way. Ito doesnât date. Ever since he got âbuffâ he has had girls tripping for him. But heâs turned them down! Every last one of them.â
Sana nodded in agreement. âYeah. No way heâd get with youâespecially with your reputation of dumping people after a week!â
âBut thatâs a good thing!â You cried. âIf heâs never dated before, that means heâs a virgin!! Inexperienced!! Those are the best, especially in boys!â
âGross, (L.Name).â The two said in unison.
You pouted. âAah! You guys donât understand!â
âIâd rather not,â Ryun countered.
âYouâre just really perverted, (L.Name). And so weird. You wonât even let us call you by your first name.â Sana said, rolling her eyes.
âBut he has no problem letting someone see his flat ass.â Ryun chuckled.
âMy ass is not flat!â You gasped. âIâll prove itââ
ââNO!!!â
You sat back down with a huff. Yeah, you were weird. Sana and Ryun, your friends since diapers didnât use your first name. Only your mother and father did but you didnât even like them saying it either. For some reason, it just sounds.. off hearing it from people.
There didnât seem to be a real reason. You just didnât like it. Though youâve been hoping that one day someone would say your first name and you wouldnât immediately grimace.
Oh well. You had more pressing matters.
And that was Student Council President Ito Yuki.
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âHow are you going to ask him out?â Ryun asked, pulling out his bento. Itâs been a week since your declaration to take Ito Yukiâs virginity but you havenât really done anything. Mainly because heâs always doing student council president shit. Always so busy.
âLike how I ask everyone out.â You said, popping a grape into your mouth.
âSerious?â Sana gasped. âThat unromantic shit you do? Gosh, people here have such low standards. I hope he rejects you.â
You gave her a tight glare and threw a grape at her, grinning when it hit her right on her nose. You werenât unromantic so to say. But⌠your proposals left much to desire. You had a a short and sweet line.
âHey, youâre hot. Wanna make out?â
You thought it was romantic but Sana believed the students here just didnât have enough self respect. Both were probably true.
âWhy would anyone reject this?â You sensually pull down your blazer to show off your collarbone and give Sana a flirty lip bite. She gagged immediately.
Ryun hummed. âI can think of many reasons why someone would reject you.â
âAck! You two suck! Whereâs the motivation?! âAh, (L.Name), youâre so hot!! Who would ever say no to you?!â Like huh??â
âYou donât need anymore compliments. Your head is about damn near jelly from your narcissism.â Ryun said.
You rolled your eyes. Tough crowd. The three of you continued on with lunch when there was a sudden shrill voice. You looked at Sana and Ryun before moving to the sliding door of the classroom, sliding it open and looking out the hallway.
And there he was.
Student Council President Ito Yuki.
A soft mop of jet black hair with over grown bangs. Mono lid eyes that resembled a fox eye. A beauty mark right underneath his right eye. Plump lips. Cheekbones. He still had those stupid circular glasses. His body, though. His body was insane. He wasnât crazy buff but he certainly put on weight compared to his stick thin body from first year. He practically had boobs (pecs) now!
He was taller too. Maybe 182 cm�
A group of girls followed behind him, all holding letters that they waved to try and give to him. Huh, was today? Fuck, it was Valentineâs Day!!
You cursed as you watched Ito Yuki continue to walk and ignore the girls, passively pushing away any one that got too close. You didnât have shit to give him.
Also it wasnât White Day so it wouldâve been weird if you did⌠but boys can do Valentineâs Day too..? Right?
Ah, fuck it.
â(L.Name)?!â Ryun whispered as you stepped out into the hallway, right as Ito Yuki come close to passing your classroom.
âWhat are you doing??â Sana yelled, covering her mouth when a few students looked at her in surprise.
You squared your shoulders and stood up tall, only now noticing you only came up to his chest. Ah, you were a perfect height to suck on hisâ
Not now, (L.Name)!
Even in your thoughts you didnât even use your first name. You let out a sigh and gave Ito Yuki your signature flirty smirk. Your eyes peering up at him, giving yourself a cute look. You had multiple ways of flirting, especially when it came to boys or girls.
A true bisexual playboy!
âIto-San.â You said, blinking slightly to flutter your eyelashes. Ito seemed to be focusing on something else in his mind despite his eyes on you. Well you canât have that.
You leaned in closer, resting your hand on his arm. You felt him visibly twitch at your touch, earning a slight grin on your lips. Too easy. There was whispering happening around you but you didnât care. Youâve asked out people in public spaces loads of times.
This⌠was a piece of a cake.
âIto-San⌠youâreââďżźďżź
ââhot?â
You blinked, staring up at him in shock. Did he just? Your lips parted as you short circuitedâshould you continue or just come up with something on the fly? A slight gasp left you as his hand reached up and grabbed the back of your head, bringing you closer.
The crowd erupted into gasps, even Ryun and Sana looked absolutely shocked. You couldnât even think. Someone.. was taking control? Youâyouâ??!?
His breath tickled your ears as your eyes clinched shut, your hands digging into his blazer as you let out a stuttered breath. You couldâve sworn you heard him chuckle.
âSure. Letâs make out.â He said, loud enough for only you to hear. With that, he pulled away, his hand gently rubbing the back of your head before dropping. His face was stoic, his lips straight but you could almost see a slight smirk on them as he walked past you.
It was hushed whispers as everyone dispersed as soon as the school bell rang, signaling lunch was over. Ryun and Sana ran over to you, Sana gripping your shoulders as she shook you.
âHey, what the hell was that?!â She cried.
You only let out a whimper, looking at the both of them in pure shock. âIâŚI donât knowâŚâ
âWow. Ito Yuki changed. He put (L.Name) in his place!â Ryun laughed, patting you on the back. âSo? He rejected you?â
Right. They didnât hear him. You paused, almost wondering if you should tell them. Would they believe you? Sana and Ryun looked at you expectedly.
âYeaâŚâ You muttered, laughing slightly. âHe rejected me.â You looked down as Sana rubbed your shoulders in a comforting manner. Ryun just patted your head as they steered you back to the classroom.
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âI..Ito Yuki?!â
You glanced up as you heard your classmates exclaim in shock. Ito⌠Yuki? It had only been a week since that incident happened and you hadnât seen Ito a lot. But that was to be expected. He was in 3-A, smartest of the third years and c student council president.
Sana and Ryun were geeking out beside you as Ito walked into the classroom, heading straight towards you. You felt weird. Not uncomfortable but odd. Like your body was⌠scared of him? But it wasnât a bad scared. It reminded you of going on a rollercoaster.
The fear during but the ecstasy afterwards.
â(L.Name).â
Oh. Thatâs a first. You didnât like hearing him say that. Huh.
âH..Hello, Ito-San.â You muttered, your grip tightening on your bag as he looked at you. His gaze was intense, even with his overgrown bangs. You wished those bangs covered his eyes more.
âLetâs go on a date.â
The classroom erupted into screams at his words. Date?! Date with you of all people?! No one even cared that Ito was surprisingly into men. No, it was surprising he would go for someone like you. The school campusâs proud playboy that was barely passing through school!
You didnât even get to answer as his hand grabbed your wrist and began tugging you along. Your eyes met Sana and Ryun who looked at you with pure shock. You couldnât blame them.
Youâve never really gone on dates before. Sure, at the beginning in first year when you were starting out your slut activities. But by second year, anyone who dated you knew that you mostly wanted them for sex. So to have Ito Yuki, of all people, coming to date you was⌠shocking.
Also fake. It had to be fake.
Yeouch!
Not fake. Not fake at all.
This was how youâd soon find yourself in a movie theater. Ito had something about liking movie dates and there was a movie he wanted to watch. A horror movie maybe? You couldnât pay attention. You sat down beside him, staring off into space as the movie began playing.
It was an American movie, judging by the fact you couldnât understand them. You glanced up at the screen, seeing the subtitles on the right. Ah, a slasher. Youâve seen multiple slashers so you knew the format like you knew blowjobs.
But you didnât expect Ito to be interested in this type of stuff. You glanced over at him, watching as he stared straight at the screen, occasionally taking a sip from his soda. Huh, heâs zoned in.
You sighed and decided to get comfortable. Lucky for you, most slashers knew not to over stay their welcome. So you began watching, occasionally glancing at the other moviegoers who decided to watch a slasher at 5:00 pm on a Friday.
Mainly older couples. A few high schools students. And what you could assume some college students.
A hand grazed your thigh which caused you to let out a loud gasp. Luckily a jumpscare drowned you out. You looked down to see the arm rest pulled up that blocked you from Ito and his hand resting just an inch from your thigh.
Huh. What did he..?
You didnât get to think any further when another loud jumpscare filled the theater. Your attention turned right as a poor woman was sawed in half. Oh, what a way to die. There continued to be gorey deaths that you forgot all about Itoâs strange decision to pull up the armrest.
Not until the movie cut to a random couple having sex in the car. Ah, you knew kills like this. Directors seemed to love having naked women run for their life after their boyfriend is killed.
Thereâs probably something wrong about that.
Before you could delve deeper into this question you felt a hand rest on your thighs. Just as you were about to even look down, the hand moved to your crotch and squeezed. A gasped left you that was coincidentally timed with the actressâs.
Has Itoâs hands always been this big? You let out a sharp shudder as you watched him grope your crotch. Really, you shouldâve pushed him away. But you were just shocked that someone like Ito would be doing this.
And in a weird way, you did⌠like it? But it didnât last long, just as the actress was killed by the killer, Ito pulled away. You couldnât help your slight whimper as you glanced over at him. He didnât even spare you a look.
Jerk.
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âYou went on a date?!â
You sighed as you rubbed your eyes, staring at the two clowns in your room. Ryun and Sana had a spare key to your homeâthanks mom!âso they didnât even need to wait for you to open it. It was the next day after your date with Ito. It ended a bit unsatisfactory.
He just walked you home and waved goodbye. He didnât even give you his number.
âYea⌠he literally said that yesterday after class.â You whined, wanting to just plop back down and sleep. You masturbated all night last night, wishing he had touched you more. Which was a fucking first. You usually never have a wet dream about your partners.
âWow⌠maybe, Ito-San likes you?â Ryun muttered, biting his lip as he sat down on your bed.
âIto-San and (L.Name)?! Thatâs crazy.â Sana exclaimed. âBut Ito-San isnât someone to prank around.â
You couldnât help but smirk. âMhm~ maybe this sexy body has him curious.â You teased, sending a flirty wink to Ryun. He looked at you with pure disgust.
âYeah, right.â Ryun grabbed a pillow and threw it at your face. âIf he does, I owe you dinner for a week.â
âDeal!â
âOh,â Sana suddenly muttered. âWouldnât yesterday be the start of the week? So youâll break up with him next week Friday?â
You pursed your lips. Yeah, she was right. But why did you suddenly hate the idea of leaving him? You only gave a noncommittal nod and get out of bed, wanting to just take a shower and wash off the masturbation from last night.
Ito had to have know about you. He knew your usual phrase when asking someone out.
Well, you had the rest of the week to find out what he wanted from you.
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Technically you didnât. Because it was already next Friday and he didnât come for you at all. It wasnât like you could call him eitherâyou didnât have his phone number. Sana and Ryun could tell it was affecting you but you didnât even know why.
Youâve dealt with this. Sometimes the weekly partner ended up being just one night. And sure, you got a bit upset the next day but youâd bounce right back right after. You didnât understand at all.
â(L.Name).â
You glanced over to see Ito Yuki staring down at you. Your classmates seemed able to not scream like last time. But their phones were out and were whispering to each other.
âI..Ito-San..?â You slowly stood up, looking up at him in shock. You shouldâve been mad but you felt your heart flutter. Wow, you mustâve really wanted his dick.
âLetâs go to my house.â He said, which earned a round of gasps. Sana and Ryun looked like deers in headlights. You could only nod as he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the classroom.
Damn, Ito Yuki. Heâs probably the only partner that ever had you this bad over dick. And you havenât even had it yet! Shame it was the last day.
Once you reached his house, you were shocked at how big it was. âWow⌠Ito-San, are your parents rich?â You asked, slipping off your shoes as you walked behind him.
âYuki.â
âHm?â You replied, grunting when you bumped into him.
âWeâre dating, no? So call me by my given name. Thatâs what couples do.â ItâYuki said nonchalantly, moving to go to the kitchen. You followed right behind him, unable to hide the growing heat on your face. This.. this was a first.
Would he do the same� You hoped he would.
Much to your surprise, Yuki began making dinner for you. It wasnât anything difficult, just chicken Katsu curry. You tried to help but he quite literally manhandled you to sit down at the dining table. If there was a growing bulge in your pants you quickly decided to ignore it.
After he finished, he placed a bowl in front of you and sat down beside you. You ate in complete silent. It was a bit uncomfortable because you werenât used to dinners like this but it gave you perfect view of Yuki.
He looked so pretty? You werenât sure. He had pulled his bangs back with a cute hello kitty pin and you couldnât help but wonder who gave him that. He didnât seem like the boy to like cute stuff. You were able to see his eyes better nowâfox like eyes staring right at you.
You coughed slightly and looked down at your curry. âHm, this is good curry, Yuki. Who, uh, taught you how to make it?â
âMy mom.â
âOh. Whereâs your parents?â
âTheyâre out for the weekend.â He said, his eyes trailing down your face, right to your lips. âThey wonât be back until Monday.â
Oh? A slight shudder left your body as your back straightened. The whole weekend? Did he not want this to last the week?
âBut today is a full week?â
Yuki hummed. âSince we started dating? Yeah, do you like those type of things?â
âEh?â
âKeeping track of how long weâve been together? Do you like doing that? I can do it for you.â He said, finishing his plate off.
âUhââ
âSorry I couldnât meet you during the week, I had to help plan the festival coming up.â He reached over and grabbed your plate. The plates clinked together as he carried them to the sink, gently dropping them in.
Before you could stand up, you felt Yuki rest his chin on your shoulder. You flinched at the touch but calmed down as his nose nuzzled your neck. A giggle left your lips at the ticklish touch. He pressed a kiss on your collarbone before pulling away, motioning for you to get up.
âDo you,â he muttered, reaching over and grabbing the back of your head. âwant to make out?â You didnât even think before eagerly nodding, looking up at him expectantly. He pressed his lips against yours with ease. His glasses pushed against your face but you didnât find it in yourself to care.
Your hand slowly reached up his body before resting themselves on his shoulders, fingers curling at his button up. Your lips locked with his, easily moving in tandem without pulling apart. Breathing didnât seem important at the moment.
You hadnât even noticed you were standing on your toes until the pressure on them began to hurt. A struggled gasp left you as you pulled away, needing to catch a breath while also resting back on the balls of your feet. But Yuki immediately chased your lips, sacrificing his back as he bent down.
His hands gripped your waist, his thumbs digging into your skin. When did he even pull open your shirt? You didnât get to think with how eager he was kissing you. It felt like you were the inexperienced one with how easily he was taking control.
âY-Yuki.â You managed to moan into his lips, pulling away to breathe. A giggle left you when he subconsciously chased after your lips again but you pressed a finger against his. âWait a minute.â
It was differentâbut in a good way. You were always the one in control during make outs. People were the one to pull away after you made them breathless. It was exciting for it to be the opposite.
âAre youâŚ?â You whispered, wanting to make sure.
Sure, you were a degenerate who liked having sex with virgins, but you always toned yourself down when you did. Treat them like glass unless stated otherwise was your motto!
Yuki hummed. âVirgin? Yeah.â
âDo you know howâ?â
ââIâm a virgin, not an idiot.â
You pouted. âI was just checking. Your first time needs to be good.â
âItâs already good.â He whispered, a slight smirk on his lips when you looked away in embarrassment. âBut it could be better.â
âHm? Better how?â
For the first time ever, you saw Yukiâs lips pull into a full smirk. Oh no.
Oh no indeedâŚ
In front of you on the bed was a dress. A cute dress. But a dress nonetheless. It was white with a black bow on the chest. Frilly ends on the sleeves. Paired with white stockings.
The outfit reminded you of something but you didnât know what.
You dated a lot of people. Youâve done strange shit because of peopleâs kinks. This, was tame. You shuddered at the time you dressed like a dog. Not even just dog ears and a tail⌠a full on dog.
Honestly this was a breath of fresh air. So you huffed and slipped out of your clothes, putting on the outfit with ease. Hm, it fit perfectly. You briefly wondered if Yuki somehow had your measurements.
âIâm dressed, Yuki.â You called, slipping on the last stockings. There was a mirror on the closet door. You moved over and couldnât help but twirl. The dress really was cute. You took in the detailing of the dress and noticed a slight stain on one of the sleeves. But how could it have gotten a stain? Did Yuki make other people wear this?
That left a bitter taste in your mouth. Just because he was a virgin didnât mean he hadnât fooled around before. Which you couldnât judge. That was your reputation!
A pair of arms wrapped around your waist causing you to flinch. Yuki hummed as he looked at you from the mirror. You couldnât tell what he was thinking, his face still stoic. But the way his hands gripped your waist and body as it trailed around you.
âIt still fits.â He suddenly muttered. âI was worried you wouldâve grown too much since then.â
âHuh? Grown?â
âYou donât remember it?â His hands gripped your waist as he easily spun you around to face him. âFirst year. School festival.â
Festival? You stared at him confused for a moment before gasping in disbelief. âNo way! You kept this?! I thought I threw it out?!â You said, pulling at the fabric in pure shock.
In your first year, your class did a maid cafe, but instead of girls, it was boys as the maids. You played as the head maid because you looked more girlish compared to everyone when you wore the wig. It was fun but you didnât see the use in keeping the dress after so you threw it up.
Apparently Yuki found it.
âYou did. I just grabbed it before they took out the trash. I wouldâve saved the wig too..â he muttered, a slight pout on his lips.
You couldnât help the slight scoff leaving you. âWig? Do you want me to be a girl?â
âNo. You just looked⌠cute. I like cute things.â He said, shrugging. âYou just look cuter feminine.â
âBut I donât even remember you at the festival.â
Yuki hummed. âHow could you? I was shorter than you back then. But I remember you. The cute head maid flaunting his cute little dress in front of everyone.â
You blushed. âI wouldnât say I flaunted itâŚâ
âReally? I think you were a lot of guys awakening that day. So many eyes on you.â His hands tugged at the bottom of the skirt. âHm, you grew in height. Itâs much shorter now.â
You reached down and noticed that it was resting just at the end of your ass. Certainly shorter than in first year when it was closer to your knees. Well at least you can say you did have a growth spurt⌠just nothing compared to Yukiâs.
âSo, you want to have sex with me in it?â
âMhm. Iâve masturbated to you wearing it for years now.â
You sputtered in shock, watching as Yuki moved away to possibly grab a condom and lube. This Ito Yuki was nothing to the one you thought you knew back at school. The way he could say it so casually made you feel some type of way. But you couldnât explain it.
Gosh, youâd assume youâre the virgin.
With a slight pep talk in your mind, you squared your shoulders and stormed over to Yuki. He looked over at you and tilted his head, opening his lips to ask something but you pushed him down on the bed. Though you had to use a lot of strength for thatâjeez, how tough was he?
You straddled his hips and grinned, looking down at him. âDonât worry, Yuki~! Iâll make your first time special.â You whispered, gently rubbing your ass against his growing bulge.
Yuki seemed to want to say something but you kissed him, helping him pull off his pants. You knew what to do. Youâve done this so many times it was practically second nature. When you slipped off his boxers, you almost whimpered at the sight.
It was bigger than any youâve seen before. That stereotype of slender men having bigger dicks didnât seem like an internet lie anymore. You wondered if it looked bigger when he was thinner and didnât have the lean muscle he had now.
Shit.
âAre you ready for your first blowjob?â You asked, smirking slightly. You expected him to finally start acting like a blushing virgin but he looked more so bored? Huh?
âAnother time. I wanna be in you.â
You felt your cheeks flush. He wanted you quickly, huh? Thatâs a first. There were even times guys just wanted a blowjob from you and nothing else. This was, interesting to say the least. You gave him a hum and pulled down your own boxers, pulling up the dress.
You felt his eyes zero in on your body as you grabbed the lube and squirt some on your fingers. This was the best. Having someone watch you as you got yourself ready for them. You didnât waste anytime, easily slipping in two fingers inside your hole. A grunt left you but you kept going, easily stretching yourself out.
If Yuki wanted to be inside, heâd get it. Besides, who doesnât like a little bit of pain?
The dress was sticking to your skin already and you hadnât even got his cock inside you yet. It was thin and a bit cheap in material but it certainly knew how to make you warm.
You reached over and grabbed the condom on the nightstand, easily tearing it open with your teeth. The slight eyebrow raise from Yuki made you smirk. It was a habit that you gained from sleeping around so much. Also past partners said it was sexy so you kept doing it.
What works, works!
After finally slipping the condom onto his cock, which surprisingly fit, you moved up to level your ass with his cock. You gave him a slight smile and rest your hand on his chest.
âYou can always tell me to stop, okay?â You whispered, making sure he heard you. Yuki only gave you a nod, a look of impatience in his eyes.
Not wanting to make him anymore restless, you wordlessly began to sink down onto his cock. A short gasp filled the room as your fingers gripped his shirt. He was huge but feeling it inside was a whole different experience. You havenât slept with a guy in a minute so you certainly felt a bit nervous than normal.
But it was fine.
The sight of Yuki was pretty to say the least. He still had on his stupid glasses, the hello kitty pin that held back his bangs. His face was already sweaty while his lips pulled into a slight grimace.
Ah, you knew the face well.
You leaned in close to himâyour noses touching.
âGood? Itâll get better from here.â You grinned, leaning back as you slowly rolled your hips.
Except it didnât really..?
It had to have been maybe ten minutes and Yuki hadnât cummed at all. You came once which was embarrassing since you werenât used to cumming before your partners. But you thought maybe he was just nervous so you kept bouncing on his cock.
But by the ten minute mark, he looked bored.
You thought you were imagining it but no, you could tell he was zoning out. His eyes were focused on you but he wasnât reacting. Even when you picked up the pace, he didnât even grunt.
A wave of embarrassment mixed in with anger flared within you. You stilled your hips to a stop, finally earning Yukiâs attention as he blinked and actually paid attention to you.
âSeriouslyâŚâ You grunted, rolling your eyes. âIf Iâm that boring, you take over!â You were so used to being in control that you actually didnât want him to take over. Really you wanted to go home, fully embarrassed that in the first time in forever, your partner wasnât satisfied.
The hands that once laid on your thighs without any grip slowly moved upwards, digging itsâ nails into the free upper thigh that wasnât covered by your knee socks. You let out a surprised grunt at the pain but you didnât even get to say anything about it before they trail up and grip your waist.
A gasp leaves you when you feel his hips slam up into you.
âWhâ?â
Colors blur as you feel yourself be pushed down onto the bed, your head bouncing slightly from the fast movement. Your legs are grabbed and pushed up, almost knocking yourself in the face.
âYuki..!â You managed to cry out at his manhandling but he doesnât seem to care at the moment. You can only watch as he takes off the hair clip and carelessly tosses it away. His bangs fall over his eyes and to your dismay, you canât see them this time.
Doesnât help the bedroom is only lit by a small lamp on the nightstand. The shadows practically cover his upper face beside his lips. You can see a slight glint in his glasses but he soon removed them as well, gently resting them on the nightstand.
Itâs weird. Your stomach starts to feel weird again. That same feeling when he pulled you close on Valentineâs Day. What was this?
A quick slap of skin bleeds into the room as your thoughts are jumbled before you could even think. You couldâve sworn you heard a cryâlike a high pitched voice. Was that?
Yeah, it was you.
Your back arched as Yuki slammed his cock inside you in a constant rhythm. There was cries and whimpers coming straight from you in tandem with his thrusts. Youâve never sounded like this beforeâyou didnât even think you could make a sound like this.
Your eyes began to water as you pressed your hand against your lips, wanting to muffle the new strange sounds coming.
âHeyâŚâ Yukiâs thrusting slowed down as he reached over and grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away. âDid I say you can do that?â His fingers tightened around your wrist, earning a slight squeak from you in pain.
A laugh filled the room. A boyish smile appearing on Yukiâs lips. He looked so scary like this. No eyes for you to look in. Just the sight of his lips being your only way of knowing how heâs feeling.
âYouâre so cute. Like a little hamster.â
âH..Hamster..?â
âMhm.â His thrusting began again, filling the room with the sounds of squelching and skin slapping. âCute little hamster. Squishy.â
âSquishâ!â
A whimper left you as your toes curled. Shit, you were cumming already?! You let out a grunt and turned your head to the side, wanting to just bury it in the soft bedsheets beneath you.
âTwo already.â Yuki said absentmindedly, his hands releasing your thighs as he slowed down his thrusting. You glanced over at him, seeing his hands trail up your body. They were veiny. Larger than yours. He could hold both of your wrists with one hand. You shuddered at the thought.
âDonât make fun of me.â You whispered, hoping he would just cum already.
Yuki hummed. âIâm making fun of you?â He asked, genuinely confused. You wish you could see his eyesâjust to see a glimpse into what heâs thinking. But all you get a little smile.
âIâm not making fun of you. Iâm keeping count.â His hands reached the top of your collar, slowly tightening around it. You hummed, wondering what he was about to do. âSo I can give you more next time.â
âGive me more?â
âMhm.â
The sound of fabric tearing caught your attention as you glanced down and saw your dress being torn apart by Yukiâs hands. It started off slow, as if he was fighting the seams before easily pulling it apart once he reached the middle.
A strangled moan left you at the show of strength. Oh man. How could you survive any longer with this guy?
âYuki!â
âIâve always wanted to do that.â He said, leaning down as he pressed kisses on your bare skin. Your toes curled as you gripped at the bed sheets beneath you. âIâll buy you prettier dresses.â
A breathy whimper left your lips. âThereâll be a next time?â
âWhy wouldnât there be? Youâre my boyfriend.â He pulled out his cock and easily flipped you to rest on the side of your stomach. He plopped down behind you and raised one of your legs, slotting himself easily back into your tight heat.
âY⌠You actually like me..?â You muttered, gasping as he begins a slow and steady pace, resting his chin on your shoulder.
Yuki simply hummed. âI wanna fuck you. We can talk later.â He said bluntly. You shrieked as he captured your lips into a kiss and began fucking you in a harsh pace.
The sounds of skin slapping and your muffled moans filled the room. Your fingers digging into the bed while his dug into your skin. There was a slight burn on your thighs and you werenât sure if he possibly broke your skin from just how hard he gripped you.
You pulled away from the kiss, needing to catch your breath when you noticed why Yuki had put you in this position. The fucking mirror.
Damn pervert.
You couldnât really hide yourself, not with his arm holding you up. All you could do was kiss him again, not having to see your fucked out expression. It didnât take long for you to reach another orgasm with ease, the cum coating your stomach in a sight of white liquid.
A whimper left your sore throat as Yuki maneuvered you to rest on your knees as he continued fucking into you. Finally, you buried your face into the sheets, biting them to muffle your moans.
âIâm close. Just a little more, (Name)-Chan.â
Yuki let out a surprised grunt when he felt you tighten around his cock. You whimpered in embarrassment, squeezing your eyes shut. No way. No way that your body just did that.
A slight chuckle left Yuki as he draped his chest against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder. âSo cute, (Name)-Chan.â With that, he pulled away and gripped your hips as he chased his own release. It didnât take too long, his grunts mixing in with your cries.
His hips slammed against your ass as he groaned, finally reaching his orgasm. You hummed before feeling something wet coat your insides. Yuki pulled away and hummed.
âIt broke.â
You turned around, seeing him hold a broken condom. âIt broke?!â You cried, moving to sit up only to wince in pain. âYuki⌠why are you so calm?!â
âItâs fine. It looks pretty.â He said, pointing at the cum slowly leaking from your ass.
âPervert!â
âMhm.â He pushed up his sweaty bangs and sighed, his eyes finally meeting yours. âShower?â
âYeah. Uhm, are we⌠a couple?â
âYeah.â He got off the bed and leaned over to you, a slight smirk on his lips. âIâm the only man you can be a slut for from now on.â
âIâm not a slut!â
Yuki only gave you a shrug before walking away to start the bath. Well, it looked like you werenât a playboy anymore.
But it felt good.
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First fic back!! Way longer than it needed to be⌠hope yall like Yuki. I kinda want to make him into a full OC, but Iâll see.
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