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This shit still cracks me the fuck up, "just as humans" like seriously Odin, wtf are you waffling about
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Aaron letting himself collapse on the floor after an intense footwork practice session where Kevin breathed down everyoneâs necks so they would be perfect for finals.
His lungs are on fire, his legs have the consistency of jelly left in the sun for too long, and he is exhausted from all the assignments and tests he has had to work on and study for. As soon as Wymack whistles the end of practice, he tosses his helmet away, falls to his knees first, then willingly lets gravity pull him down until heâs sprawling on his back. He doesnât care one bit. Heâs just tired. He hears footsteps coming his way.
Matt appears from above him, looming high, and looking just as rough as he is. âYou good buddy?â he asks. Theyâve gotten closer ever since Aaron switched dorms with Neil. Aaron nods silently.
Matt stretches his hand outfor Aaron to take but he shakes his head. âThe floor is great right now,â Aaron wheezes.
Matt snorts. Then he does something Aaron didnât see coming. He crouches and lets himself lay down next to him. âHuh,â Matt says after a beat. âThe floor is great right now indeed.â
Aaron stares at him, wondering whatâs going on.
Before he can figure it out, Nicky sprawls on Mattâs other side. âGoddammit, Iâm fucking parched,â his cousin says through ragged breaths. âAre we having a floor party? Why wasnât I invited?â
âYou just invited yourself,â Aaron answers. There is no heat in his voice.
âOh Maaatt,â Danâs voice comes from somewhere on Aaronâs left. She flops down on top of her boyfriend. âI canât stand up anymore. Day is gonna be the end of me.â
âHeâs gonna be the end of us,â Nicky cries dramatically.
âYou should thank him. Erik is gonna love those thick thighs,â Matt smiles.
âGot anything you want to admit to the general public, Boyd?â Nicky fires back, playful grin on his lips.
âKeep your flirting away from here,â Aaron groans.
And then the bane of his existence appears in his field of vision, Andrew silent by his side. âYou flirt with Katelyn all day long, thatâs rich of you to say.â
âFuck off, Josten.â
âCanât face the truth?â
âI wasnât talking to you.â Aaron cannot add anything else as a full water bottle lands on his chest.
âDrink,â Andrew commands quietly Aaron grumbles. He opens the bottle. But he freezes. Because Andrew sits down next to him and tugs Neil down on the floor with him. The redhead willingly lets him and soon enough, half the team is on the floor surrounding Aaron.
Renee, who until then had been helping Allison clean up the court, calls Kevin to join them. It takes a lot of convincing before he joins them too, but eventually all the Foxes are there in a circle. Aaron ignores the feeling in his chest. He ignores the fact that despite thinking he would always be alone, he now has a family, no matter how dysfunctional. He wonât admit it out loudânot yet at leastâbut he is grateful for every single one of them.
Even Neil, no matter how hard he denies it.
#I'm having very strong Aaron Minyard feels right now can you tell?#He deserves a family that loves him and cares for him#also I hc that he and Neil become besties years down the line like come on they have the same sarcasm and sense of humor#((also they have Andrew in common))#anyway I love the Foxes being friends and you can pry them from my cold dead hands#aftg#all for the game#aaron minyard#andrew minyard#neil josten#kevin day#matt boyd#dan wilds#renee walker#allison reynolds#nicky hemmick
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i could talk about the parallels between the dreemurr siblings and the skeleton brothers and how one is more reserved and is closely related to your choices and willing to make the hard choices that their brothers can't while the other is more energetic and refuses to kill even in the face of certain death and is closely tied to belief and hope and how both are so extremely codependent and how the dreemurrs were doomed because of it but the skeletons avoid their fate
but instead i'll just say that chara and sans are joined in "my brother is the coolest" solidarity
#there's something about how chara is shaped by your choices and sans is the judge#also they're both jokesters#you know for a fact they would find each other so fucking funny#toby made them incapable of interacting because he knew they'd be unstoppable as canon best friends#papyrus and asriel's death parallels make me run into walls#(az's original death)#just the complete unwillingness to kill and belief that mercy is always possible#that belief gets torn from asriel#but papyrus is still going strong#love that for him#undertale#chara dreemurr#asriel dreemurr#sans the skeleton#papyrus the skeleton#i'm very tired so sorry if this is incoherent#but boy do i love toby fox's sibling characters#do i even have to say 'don't bring shipping into this'#sorry. forgot i was making an undertale post. (sarcasm)
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Itâs almost been a whole year :(
#my mood has been so shit recently I think thatâs why#I rmr not even being in denial about his death bc I had a strong hunch about it for weeks#I think I was more in denial of how much he meant to me. like I didnât even realize it before#I mean I did know I cared about him but I wasnât fully aware of how much I cared about him#like it really fucked me up for months#Welp âIâm gonna be an emotional train wreck on the anniversary#something to look forward to slash sarcasm#cw grief#.___.
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Iâve just watched Hellraiser and it was so cool you know? Iâve already added Pinhead to my mental list of âpeople who are I think are cool and who I think Iâd have a crush on if I wasnât ace (itâs like I subconsciously identify them as people to have a crush on but my brain never gets any further except a vague sense of cool-ness but its different to the normal way of thinking a person is cool)â.
After this Iâve definitely identified what horror films I like - more sci fi or fantasy films with lots and lots of practical effects, fake blood and just lots of gunge. Thereâs a reason why I watched The Thing and it went straight up to one of my favourite films ever, and Hellraiser looks set to follow. I really want to watch The Fly, because if Iâm not mistaken thatâll give me plenty of fun practical effects and alien slime.
#I guess another way to put the crush-not-crush thing is that theyâre very easy on the eyes#thereâs no desire or anything there#but I could spend a long time just looking at them#horror films with a strong sci fi or fantasy theme are#so much more interesting to me than just another serial killer#Iâm probably overthinking this because lots of people enjoy horror#but I worry about displaying how much I liked watching Hellraiser. I donât want to come off too enthusiastic about the gore#plus Ive always been the person who enjoyed dissections the most in class#idk. itâs probably nothing#(Insert witty comment about autism and low empathy)#(just wanna stress. real actual pain is horrible and terrible. I donât think I could inflict it knowingly on anything. and I suck at coping#with it myself. I guess low empathy but very high sympathy?)#canât go a single post without over sharing can I?#anyway if youâre interested the other people on the crush-not-crush list are#Albert Wesker. Jareth from Labyrinth. Fox Mulder. Andrew Eldritch (but like. as of 1987). Neo (heâs a weird one. when I first watched#the matrix I wanted to be him so badly. not the OP hacker powers either. just to look and be that cool. I donât know if he should be here)#and now Pinhead#I reckon thereâs loads of R34 of pinhead and I want to see exactly none of it#I guess Iâll just have to rewatch the film? (sarcasm)#anyway. I donât know why I made this post#maybe I should get an actual diary or something so I donât keep just spilling my soul onto the internet#also The Thing contains everything a good horror film needs imo. big scary monster? suspense as the crew turn against each other?#big explosions? an ever expanding threat? everything covered in blood and alien gunge?#itâs great
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Adding onto Sylusâ desperate need to be near you at all times. Heâs clingy.
You groaned as strong hands scooped you up out of your bed, disturbing your sleep. Curling towards the warmth, soft footsteps carried you away.
You forced your eyes open to meet the red ones that glanced down at you. âSylus?â
Sylus kissed your forehead and held you tighter as he brought you into his office. âI wanted some company.â He sat down on his deep red plush couch, laying you in his lap and pulling a blanket over you.
You groaned and reluctantly laid in the position he was putting you in. âIâm tired Sy.â Sylus chuckled. âThen sleep. Iâm not stopping you.â
Scoffing at his sarcasm, you looked up at him from where you laid in his lap. He happily started to run his long fingers through your hair. âYou stole me from my bed.â
Sylus tsked at you. âI did not steal you from your bed. I stole you from my bed.â A ghost of a smirk crossed his face.
He patted your cheek before placing his glasses on his nose and picking up a book. âYou brought me here so you could read?â
He sighed and put down the book on the end table next to him. Swiftly he adjusted both of your positions so that he was lying across the couch with you draped along him, resting on his chest. He reached behind him, grabbed his book and continued to read.
You groaned and rolled your eyes at him but got comfortable nonetheless. âAt least read it to me wonât you?â
Sylusâ deep laughter vibrated you. âOf course, Kitten. Listen close.â He didnât care that heâd likely be up for hours and end up falling asleep when it was time for you to wake. As long as you were near him, itâs all he needed.
#lads#lads sylus#lads x reader#lnds#lnds sylus#lnds x reader#love and deepspace#love and deepspace sylus#sylus x reader#sylus x you
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Literally every character in dungeon meshi gets mischaracterized and whatever whatever it happens itâs inevitable Iâll move on. Itâs just really sad to see the way Mithrun is sometimes portrayed cause heâs such a cool character!!
Heâs not naive. Heâs not gullible. Heâs not ignorant of how to do things. Heâs not confused all the time. He understands social cues. He doesnât take things literally, or just at face value. He still understands humor and sarcasm. Heâs not forgetful. He has an impeccable memory. He doesnât have shame. Heâs incapable of being hypnotizedâ when Cithis tried to kiss him or told him to eat out of a dog bowl, he was fully capable of saying no, and just saw no reason to. Heâs stubborn (heâs a taurus <3). He used to secretly be a Huge Asshole and thought poorly of those around him (this is one of my favorite aspects about him) but he was really just insecure and struggled with jealousy. Heâs now outwardly an asshole because heâs blunt and no longer has the ability to care if it hurts peopleâs feelings. It matters to him that other people donât fall victim to the demon. Heâs thoughtful.
Heâs strong!!!! Heâs smart and analytical. He became the captain of the canaries after his recovery. The thing that motivated him to recover was because all be wanted was to rejoin the canaries. When he met the demon, his deepest desire was to live a life where he never joined the canaries to begin with. He didnât even want that much, and thatâs why the demonâs appetite wasnât satisfied. The demon intentionally left him with the desire for revenge so that he would have a reason to come back, fresh with new desires. He wants to make noodles. He wants to make noodles!
#i wrote this earlier today and tumblr glitched and it was lost to the void rip#overall heâs a lot more Aware of whatâs going on around him than a lot of people give him credit for#i do like kabru mithrun but boy howdy is it hard to find content about them that doesnt do them dirty#but like i said at the beginning every character (and ship) in this fandom is done dirty hfhshdh#mithrun#dungeon meshi spoilers#dungeon meshi
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Sunbathing
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: youâve decided to sunbathe topless, or as your husband Joel would put it, youâve decided to torture him.
Warnings: needy Joel, kind of sub!joel, unprotected p in v, premature ejaculation, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), come play.
a/n: i sunbathed topless for the first time and well this wrote itself
"You've seen my boobs before babe" A soft laugh bubbled up your throat as you turned your head left.
He wasn't even pretending not to be staring.
"Not like this"
You smiled, "what does that even mean?"
"not out... here"
You lowered your sunglasses to see him better, tilting your head to ask for further explanation
Yes you were outside, by the pool of the beautiful summer house you'd rented, but you didn't get how that made any difference, they were the same boobs he'd seen hours prior in your bed.
"I'm not used to not doing anything about them"
"ah" you hummed "is it that hard?"
You didn't even need to look at the smirk painting his face to regret your choice of words.
"yeah babydoll, it's real hard"
You only needed to lower your gaze a little to asses his statement.
"You're incorrigible"
"And you're torturin' me darlin'"
"How am I torturing you?" you laughed "I'm just taking advantage of the privacy we have to get a good tan"Â Â
"and besides, I seem to remember how hard it is for you to see me with the whole bikini on too"
He sat up, the sunbed squeaking as he faced you.
"It ain't my fault if my wife's so pretty it hurts"
"you get so dramatic when you're horny" you chuckled, rolling your eyes.
He smiled, letting his gaze wander all over your body for a good minute, before getting back at your face
"nothin's gonna happen is it?" his tone was full of hope nonetheless
"no baby" you shook your head
He sighed, dramatically letting his head fall to his chest
"I'll have a swim then"
"have fun honey"
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"darlin'?"
Not even ten minutes had passed, and that scene from the Barbie movie with the "Ken! Go for a walk or something" line couldn't not pop into your head.
"yes?"
He was standing right next to your sunbed, dripping wet and blocking out the sun.
"don't ya need sunscreen?"
A soft smile pulled at your lips.
Ten minutes, that's how long it took for him to come up with that.
"I put it on already"
He wasn't gonna give up, not on the first try.
"how long ago?"
"an hour, I think"
"the sun's real strong now doll," he said, drying his hair with a towel before throwing it on his bed "I think it's best if you put some more on⊠I can do it for you if you don't feel like it"
You chuckled, looking up at him, but he stayed in character, continuing to look oh-so worried about your safety.
"Somehow I knew that offer was coming"
"'m just worried about my wife, 's all"
he'd crouched down, taking your hand in his
"mh-mh" you hummed, sarcasm tracing your tone
"can't have you get sunburt now, can we?"
"no, we can't" you played along, smiling at him
"'f course" he murmured, leaning down to leave a soft kiss on your lips as he grabbed the sunscreen.
"I'm so lucky to have such a caring husband"
"I'm the only lucky one babydoll"
He gave you one more kiss, before he leaned away and got to work.
He squeezed some cream into his hand, but to your surprise, his hands didn't land where you'd expected them to-
Only his eyes were betraying him. They were only on one, or actually two things even when it was your legs he was massaging.
The coldness of the cream and his hands felt good against your warm body, so much you couldn't help but hum appreciatively.
"feels good?"
"yeah baby" you breathed as his hands made their way to your thighs.
It always amazed you how hands so big, rough, and strong were able to be so gentle and soft on you.
You couldn't deny the shivers running up your body when his fingers reached your inner thighs, getting close to your core.
"what's that?" your husband was smirking like a cat, as he dedicated himself much too long on that spot.
"I didn't say anything"
If he thought this was gonna work, he was wrong. It was too hot, and you were too relaxed to do what he so obviously wanted to do... although you both knew how much you liked seeing him desperate...
He still didn't touch your boobs, no, next were your shoulders, then your arms, and then... when he felt on the brink of exploding, when he couldn't stop himself anymore, he squeezed a generous amount of sunscreen in his hands, and oh so gently started massaging your tits.
He couldn't stop a soft groan from fleeing his lips.
It felt amazing- of course it felt amazing, but you didn't wanna give him the satisfaction, and this was mostly for him, not for you, so your eyes remained closed as you pretended like it was nothing.
But that only lasted so long, because Joel could endure just about 30 seconds of that before he was bending down, and his mouth was sucking your nipple.
"Joel!" you gasped, your eyes snapping open just in time to see him climb onto you to straddle your waist, and then go right back to groping and licking and sucking your nipples like it was his life long duty.
"baby you're all wet" you tried complaining, but the smile on your lips was everlasting.
He looked so damingly cute like this, looking up at you with those big doe eyes as he worshipped your tits.
"so are you"
And yeah so what if you were- there's only so much a woman can do in front of this.
A soft laugh spilled from your lips as your hand went to find a place in his hair, your back arching to offer more of yourself to him.
"I don't even know how good it is for you to be licking sunscreen"
The look he gave you made it very clear he didn't give one single fuck.
And just when you were about to protest again, his teeth had gently bit your nipple, and a moan had spilled from your lips.
he took that as an incentive to go further, his hand slowly sliding down your belly, between your bodies, until it was seeping underneath your bikini bottoms.
"babe-" you stopped him, your voice breathless
His hand stopped on your mound as he groaned in frustration.
You could feel his rock-hard cock on you since the moment he straddled you- the man was desperate.
"please doll" he murmured against the soft skin of your chest in between kisses "Gimmie something-anythingâ he pleaded âHave mercy on your poor husband"
Your response was mixed between a laugh and a moan
"I can take care of you if you want"
He shook his head, his teeth grazing your nipple "Need to feel you darlinâ"
Again, a soft giggle rumbled from your chest
"âS too hot to have sex here baby"
His hand had gotten out of your bikini to reach the other on your waist.
"the pool- the ground? fuck- anywhere you want sugar, just tell me where"
His clothed hard-on was rubbing against your core now, and fuck but once again youâd succumbed to Joel and his goddamn irresistible neediness.
"bring me back into the house"
It was like heâd been waiting his whole life to hear those words.
In a haze of kisses and lust, heâd picked you up, letting you hold onto him by wrapping your arms and legs around his body as he hurriedly walked into the house.
He didnât make it far enough to encounter a single surface- and perhaps that was because heâd stopped looking and placed you against the wall the moment heâd passed the threshold.
His mouth was on your tits again, his cock was out, and his fingers had pulled your bikini to the side.
He said nothing as he slowly began entering you, the only sounds in the room being your moan as you threw your head back, and the groan he emitted, muffled by your skin.
âOh fuckâ you cried once he bottomed out.
Your husband was a very gifted man.
"'m not gonna last"
He sounded like the mere act of talking was taking all of his energy, and yet he was thrusting up into you like it was a matter of life or death.
"'s ok"
"I've been hard since you took your top off" he murmured, his breath fanning over your chest âyou-you-jesusâ
Your left hand passed through his hair, softly soothing him.
ââS alright baby, donât wait for meâ
âYouâre too fuckinâ-â he tried to speak, but he was interrupted by yet another groan
âWhat?â you taunted him, a smirk pulling at your lips âwhat is it baby?â
His eyes were wide with desperation as he looked up at you, as his mouth stole languid kisses from your tits.
âToo hot- too goddamn perfectâ
You bit down a grin at that, still stroking his hair
âI love you babyâ you breathed, his cock reaching the deepest, most fucking amazing spot inside you in the meantime.
The moment those words left your lips your husband was fucked- the only words he was able to mutter were a series of -fuckshitgoddamn- before he inevitably reached his peak, filling you up with rope after rope of come that never seemed to end.
He remained like that for a little while, buried inside you, eyes closed, mouth still connected with your boob, until you left a gentle kiss on the crown of his head, and he woke up from his heavenly trance.
He let out a soft groan as he slipped out of you, and took his time letting you down.
You were smiling at him with that soft smile that melted his insides right up, and he couldnât help but lean in and kiss it, kiss you like you were a soft delicate thing that he was scared of breaking.
âI love you moreâ he promised, kissing you again, even if you were smiling.
âFeel better now?â
You said it like he was a kid with a stomach bug, and he couldnât help but laugh a little.
âYeah darlinââ he murmured against your mouth âthank youâ
âYou donât have to thank meâ you laughed, but he was already shaking his head
âYes I doâ
And without further explanation, heâd dropped to his knees.
He slid your bikini to the side once again, looking up at you with only adoration in his eyes.
âBaby you donât have toâ you tried to reason with him, but his mouth was already latched to your clit, and your hand had already flown to his hair.
He remained on your bud long enough to make you desperate, and then he started focusing on your whole core, his tongue lapping between your folds with what could only be described as feral hunger.
His come was everywhere, and yet he didnât care, he was happy tasting the mix of your fluids, because thatâs how Joel was- a nasty nasty man- only for you.
So much so that you felt his tongue enter your hole, simulating what he was doing just minutes before with his cock.
âFuck-babe-â
Your moans were breathless, more like whines, like prayers.
You were looking at him as he was looking at you and Jesus... He looked fucking heavenly.
His hair all tussled from your fingers, his blown-out pupils, his never-stopping tongue-
âJoelâ you cried, but he didnât dare speak a word as he went back to your clit.
âShit-baby- god!â
You had to tighten your hold on his hair as your orgasm crept up your body- and it was as you heard him groan with pleasure, as he sucked your clit into his mouth like a man starved, that it all came crumbling down, and you felt your body light on fire as your climax took over.
You were moaning and crying into the air for a good minute before you were sane again.
Only Joel hadnât stopped eating you out for a single second, and even then, he looked like he had no intention of doing so
âBaby-babyâ you whimpered, having to literally pull him away from your core.
He was smiling like a kid, and you couldnât help but follow suit.
He put your bikini back in place, and then stood up, his hands lingering on your waist
âYouâre crazyâ
He couldnât help but kiss you before answering,
âYou make meâ
#i wrote most of this on the train next to this cute old woman with whom I talked the whole way back home#it was a very wholesome trip tbh#if you ignore me writing smut while she tells me about her niece#joel miller#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#joel miller fluff#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller fic#joel miller fanfic#joel miller x fem!reader#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x y/n#joel miller x you#smut#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x reader#fluff#joel miller imagine#joel miller blurb#joel miller angst#fanfiction#the last of us#tlou#the last of us hbo#tlou hbo#joel miller x f!reader#sub!Joel#sub joel miller
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snapshot | old man!logan
pairing/AU: old man!logan howlett x female!reader
summary: short on money for rent, your joke about starting an only fans account, to earn some extra cash, goes over logan's head. but when an accident with charles puts your life in danger, logan takes you up on your offer.
warnings: this is an 18+ fic so mdni! friends with benefits vibes who are also idiots in love, implied age gap, swearing, mentions and drinking of alcohol, use of pet names, logan's a bit of a grumpy dick, sex work, logan can't use a phone, logan can carry reader but he's also extremely strong, smut, praise kink, a little size kink (basically logan has a big dick), dom!logan, logan's got a dirty mouth, a little dacryphilia, sloppy blow job, facial, cum play, no use of y/n
a/n: a little disclaimer. i actually have no idea how OF work i only read the wikipedia page, so i've taken some liberties with it to fit it with the plot lol. the idea for the reader as charles' caretaker is inspired by @joelsgoldrush's fic never is a promise <- incredible fic that everyone should read! and also a big thank you to @guiltyasdave for all the encouragement on this fic!! <333 happy reading! <3
main masterlist / ao3
The coffee tasted sour on his tongue as he waited, engine running on empty, but the whiskey kept his throat warm. Behind the apartment complex the sun crawled up the horizon and split the the dark asphalt in pieces with streaks of blinding sunlight. The street lights shut off just as you walked out, the rickety door slamming shut behind you.
Watching you round the front of the limousine Logan pulled his seat forward, his rough hand grabbing the wheel as his left foot tapped impatiently on the footrest. A tickle in his throat had him greet you with a cough, and he brought his fist to his mouth.
"Morning to you too," you said, voice laced with sarcasm.
"Don't fuckin' slam the door like thatâ I've told you a thousand times," Logan grunted back and put the car in drive.
This was routine at this point. He picked you up in the morning after driving all night, and dropped you off again in the evening before he started his shift. Employing you took a large wad of cash out of his pocket, but at least he didn't have to worry about Charles being taken care of. You weren't a registered nurse or anything, not someone who'd had all the right references and education, but you needed money and didn't ask questions, and that had been perfect for Logan. He'd hired you about a year ago, and everything after had been routine.
When you didn't say anything back, only shifted your weight in the seat and leaned your head against the window, it pulled at something inside Logan. He couldn't deny you were a beautiful woman. He liked the way your nose curved, how soft your skin felt against his cheek every time you'd given him a reluctant hug, and he liked the way you smelled. It was primal, and in another life Logan would've had you in his bed already, but in this life, Logan was done with beautiful women.
Still early enough for the roads to be empty, Logan pushed the speed limit as he waited for you to speak â to finally say something trivial like you did every morning â some song you'd just discovered, or the plot twist in the reality program you watched every night, or how they were out of your favorite yogurt at the grocery store. He'd reply with a grunt, or with nothing at all, just letting you talk.
Out of the corner of his eye, Logan noticed how you picked at the skin around your nails, and when the sharp metallic smell of blood filled his nostrils, he heaved a heavy sigh.
"What's wrong with you?" he grumbled. A lilt of annoyance coated the words, and Logan hated how your silence had affected him. His harsh tone didn't seem to bother you, and the realization cut like a knife; biting down, Logan's jaw clenched.
"It's nothing."
Logan had to hold back the scoff he wanted to let out, "Clearly it's somethin', kid."
Finally, a reaction out of you. Pushing yourself to sit up straight, you let out a sigh as you turned your head to look at him. "My landlord raised my rent again⊠I'm thinking about how I'm gonna pay rent this month. I'm gonna be a few hundred bucks short," you told him.
Oh.
Gripping the wheel a little tighter, Logan couldn't help himself from asking, "You tellin' me you're quittin'?"
He couldn't blame you, he thought he paid you a fair wage, but it seemed that everything had gotten more and more expensive lately. The rides had been few and far between and the tank of gas didn't take him as far anymore. The weekends kept him afloat, along with bachelor and bachelorette parties, prom nights, and knuckleheaded business men too fancy to drive a regular cab to the airport. Had it not been for Charles' medication he'd give you a raise. Logan wasn't stupid, he knew he couldn't do this without you.
"No," you shook your head, "I wouldn't do that to Charles."
But you'd do it to me, Logan thought and let the words unsaid hang in the air between you as he pulled onto the dirt road leading to the smelting plant.
"I'll figure something out," you said, before a smirk teased over your face, that smile breaking forth the old you hidden behind this morning's melancholia. "Maybe I should start an Only Fans or something," you laughed.
"What's that?" Logan grunted, too focused on keeping his foot soft on the brake and avoiding the potholes to hear your joking lilt.
"Only Fans?" you questioned, one eyebrow raised in surprise before your eyes softened at the corners. "It's a social media platform for porn," you explained, "It's subscription based so you make an account and people pay a monthly subscription to see your content."
Porn?
Slowing down to a stop outside the gate, Logan put the limousine in park, the engine still humming.
"And how's that gonna help you pay rent?" Logan wondered, turning slightly in his seat to finally get a good look at you.
You were quiet for a second, eyes searching his face before the sound of a distant train had you looking away, almost bashful. "It's ridiculous," you muttered, "I don't have anyone to do it with anyway."
Before Logan could cough up an answer your hand found the passenger door, and a gust of sharp desert air seeped in. "I'll figure out the rent somehow⊠Sleep well, Logan," you told him, a wistful smile coating your features, before you climbed out the limousine and opened the gate. His eyes stayed glued to you as he drove past you, flicking to watch you close the gate after him in the rearview mirror. When you headed for the tank without your usual wave, a frown pulled at his face.
Stepping out of the limousine, Logan watched you leave, watched the way your hips swayed with new interest. Reaching into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, he found his flask â desperate to quench this fresh thirst with the last sip of burning alcohol, smoothing his dry throat.Â
The cold coffee left a brown splatter as he discarded it; the coffee seeped into the sand. Inside the steeled walls he now called 'home' reeked of dust, like stepping into an antique shop, and Logan couldn't hold back his cough. Walking deeper into the plant with heavy steps, the old trinkets and equipment told a story of time passed.
So much time had passed.
Hanging his suit jacket over the back of one of the chairs Logan started working the small buttons on his shirt, shrugging it off before tossing it gently over the ironing board. Food would have to wait, he already knew the fridge wasn't stocked. Instead, he found the bottle of whiskey he'd left on the table, grabbing it by the neck before he took a large swig.
The whiskey helped, at least that's what he told himself, but his senses never dulled enough and the weight never got any easier. Sitting down heavy on the bed, Logan drank long and hard, but he couldn't keep his thoughts from trailing to you and what youâd muttered. I don't have anyone to do it with anyway.
What was it you'd called it? Just Fans? No, that wasn't right⊠Only Fans.
Logan remembered the first tape he ever saw; it had been the 70s, a summer in California, at some party he'd been forced to by a beautiful woman. The tape had been projected onto a wall in the living room, like background noise no one paid attention to. It had been lewd and obnoxious, but no one had seemed to mind, high as kites and drunk as skunks. Soon, Logan hadn't minded either, whisking away the woman to make his own private porn in one of the bedrooms.
Behind the woven fabric of his slacks, his cock twitched at the thought, but it wasn't the porn playing at the party, or the memory of the woman he'd fucked that filled his mind, it was you.Â
It was innocent at first; the way your front teeth nibbled on your bottom lip as you pondered your next move in a game of chess opposite Charles, how your eyes sparkled under the low streetlights as he drove you home at the end of the day, and how your perfume had filled the limousine and clung to his skin that one time you'd left your jacket in the passenger seat. His hand came down to rub over the growing bulge in his pants, soothing the growing ache with a hard press, pulling a rumbling moan from his chest.Â
Soon the innocent memories of you turned to filth. Logan's mind filled with images of you underneath him, his cock buried balls deep in your wet cunt as you withered for him. Then, as quickly as the first image had come, another took its place: of you on your knees with your mouth stuffed with his cock, gagging around him and swallowing him down like a good girl.
With each rubbing press to his cock, Logan couldn't shake the rolling images of you. It was wrong, never had he thought about you like that, never had he wanted to think of you like that, but once he'd started, he couldn't stop.
Working his fingers, it was almost instinctual as they moved to undo the button of his pants. His hand dug into his front, large hand palming himself with hard presses, as his cock hardened. Trailing his fingers upwards, stopping right above the elastic band of his underwear, his hand so close to wrapping around himself, a hint of shame pulled him out of the gutter.
He shouldnât think about you like that.
Pulling away, like he'd burnt his hand, Logan let out a deep grumbling sigh. Leaning back on both hands, he let his head fall back as he squeezed his eyes shut. In his pants his cock throbbed with need. It had been a long time since he'd had a woman, so long since he'd felt the velvet walls of a tight cunt wrapped around him, too long since he'd felt like he wasn't a monster, if only for a few blissful seconds.
Bringing the neck of the whiskey bottle to his mouth, Logan drowned his need in temporary numbness, focusing instead on how the warmth filled his chest and dulled every ache. Falling back with a heavy bounce, he nursed the bottle in the crook of his thick arm, letting his eyes fall shut.
Logan couldn't remember the last time he wasn't tired, couldn't remember when his body didn't ache with every move. His veins bled through with rust and alcohol, and he hoped the latter made the corrosion run smoother.
His eyes fluttered shut, and the same flashing images filled the darkness. Years of fighting, years of killing, all the people he'd lost. It was the same show every night, and every night it tore a piece of him away, of his joy.
The bottom of the whiskey bottle clanked sharply as it hit the floor and a cough got stuck in his throat. It ripped and jerked in his chest, and he keeled over himself, fighting against it. When his head hit the pillow again, his eyes didn't fall shut, they trailed the walls, found the holes of blinding daylight seeping in through the holes in the corrugated metal sheets, and his thoughts found you again.
Curiosity got the best of him, and a hand dug into the back pocket of his pants for his phone. The small icons and text blended together as the screen lit up his face. When Logan held the phone a little further away the screen only got blurrier. With an exasperated sigh, he sat up, his body protesting as he grabbed his suit jacket off the dining chair, digging into the inner pocket for his new glasses.
Slumping down in the chair, his glasses resting at the tip of his nose, he tapped at his phone. He rarely used the thing outside of work, but suddenly he tapped at something that made it speak to him.
"I'm sorry I didn't quite get that," his phone said.
"Hello?" Logan spoke back.
Again his phone lit up and the voice answered. "Hello, what can I help you with?"
"What is Only Fans?"
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Fitting a brittle leaf between your thumb and pointer finger, you studied Charles' plants. The table always looked a mess after he'd tended to them, dirt spilled onto the table and tools thrown haphazardly about. Cupping your hand, you brushed the dirt into your hand, and discarded it into a pot you thought needed it.
Flicking your wrist, you looked at the time again. It was getting late. Usually by this time, Logan would have you halfway home already. Resorting to cleaning up the tools, you decided to give him half an hour before you'd start looking for him. He never slept in, although you could clearly see he needed it.Â
Logan wasn't a man to show weakness, not to anybody, rather, he showed his teeth, barking and fighting against you or anyone who dared speak to him. It had intimidated you at first, and you'd held your tongue, afraid he'd bite your head off, but in time you'd come to realize that his gruff demeanor was just that, a façade.Â
Charles on the other hand, senile and more and more forgetful, was the opposite of his son. On good days he beat you at chess while he told you stories about 'the good ol' days'. His imagination was vast, telling stories about the X-Men like he knew them, like he'd been a part of them, and especially by nightfall his stories would become even wilder. He'd tell you about his 'abilities', how he could read minds. He'd tell stories about Logan too, tragic ones, that if it hadn't been for the stack of comics you'd found, you would've almost said they were true.
Finding the chair by Charles' bed, you watched him deep in sleep. A heaviness could be felt in your chest as you thought about how his good and lucid days had seemed to get fewer and fewer lately. You found yourself having the same conversations with him, and once again today, he didn't want to get out of bed, telling you his head hurt.Â
You wished you knew more of his condition, but Logan wouldn't tell you anything other than that Charles suffered from seizures, and if he didn't get his medication the consequences would be great. The way Logan had said it to you, his voice sharp and strict, it sounded serious, and in the year you'd taken care of Charles, you'd been diligent with his medication. Not once had you experienced a seizure with him.
Reaching over him, your palm found Charles' cheek. Stroking your hand lightly over his face, you felt the prickling stubble against your skin. His comment earlier about his head, had you worried. Logan usually supplied you with Charles' medication â from where you didn't know â there hadn't been any doctor's visits or health checks from what you could recall.
Maybe Logan didn't have insurance? It was your only explanation, a reason for why he'd found a more creative way of caring for his father.Â
In a way you respected it, hacked an unknowing crack in Loganâs harsh façadeâ he cared. Only respect didnât keep you from wanting Logan to tell you more, to open up, but wringing out more than a grunt from him was difficult. Instead, you made sure to let him know when you were running low on the pills and injections, and usually by the next day he'd hand over a new bottle.Â
Stroking over Charlesâ cheek, another chill of nervousness ran up your back where a worry tugged at your neck.Â
Yesterday, after a week had passed since you'd asked Logan for more medication. Heâd told you not to worry, that heâd have the pills soon, but running so low you'd had to resort to rationing Charles' doses.
Pulling back your hand, your eyes found your watch again, but before you could register the time, Charles stirred beside you. Then, an excruciating blinding pain permeated through your body. It rang in your ears and had your body shaking in agony, but at the same time you couldn't move. You wanted to scream, let out the pain that froze you to the chair, but no noise came out. When your vision started to go foggy, you thought that this must be what dying was like, but never would you have thought dying would feel this painful.
Through the ringing in your ears, a heavy creak of the tank door could be heardâ or was it a trick your brain played on you in your last moments? Like the broad figure moving closer, slowly, too slowly, like it walked through water. You couldn't see who it was, but you didn't have too. Surely, your brain showing you Logan in your last moments, must've been a trick. The figure hovered over Charles, maybe it feasted on him first, reaped his soul as an appetizer before it would have you.
And just as quickly as the pain had taken you, the pain stopped.
Heaving for breath, your body fell forward, it was like the air couldn't fill your lungs quick enough. Two large palms cupped your cheek, tilting your head to Logan's frowning face. If you didn't know better you thought he looked scared.
"You okay?" he barked, your head rolling in his hands, "Hey! Bub, look at me."
You found the strength to nod your head, but Logan seemed far from convinced. He swiped his thumb over your cupid's bow, a flash of red coating his thumb and his face turned to stone, his frown so deep it looked chiseled.
Then he moved with an uncharacteristic haste, hiking you up in his arms and carrying you out of the tank. Closing your eyes, you tried to put your brain back together the way it used to be, but everything felt scrambled. When your back hit the soft mattress of a bed, you finally opened them.
Over you, Logan's large form hovered. He said something to you, but you only registered his mouth moving, your eyes glued to his pink soft lips, and your vision cleared completely.
"Drink this," he ordered, shoving a glass of water in your hands, and just like that your hearing had snapped back. "'m gonna go check on Charlesâ don't fucking move."
With no energy left in your body, you wouldn't dream of it. Logan watched you take a careful sip, the water lukewarm, before he left you in what you finally realized was his bed. The first sip nourished your dry throat, like youâd walked for miles in the desert without tasting as much as a drop. Surging forward, you chugged the rest of the water before you fell back against his pillow, clutching the glass in the crook of your elbow.
The smell of him on his sheets overwhelmed your weakened mind; a deep heady smell with a warmth to it, woven through with the heaviness of man. It soothed your mushy muscles, helping release the tension in your body.
The time passed differently now, fast and slow at the same time, and after an eternity and a second Logan was back. The weight of him where he sat down at the edge of the bed, had your whole body tipping towards him. His large palm found your cheek again, the rough pads of his fingers soothing over the skin.
"You doin' okay?" he asked, his deep voice filtering through a hint of worry.
"W-what happened to himâ to m-me?" you managed to croak out.
Logan's heavy hand didn't move away when the furrow between his eyebrows deepened, the one that seemed to be a permanent feature on his face.
"He had a seizure," he told you, like it was obvious, taking the glass of water from your hands,
He must've caught the way your face turned, the confusion that flitted across it, one that spelled 'seizures don't affect other people'.
"Listen," he started, drawing back his hand, "Thereâs no other way of explainin' it to you other than tellin' you that all those stories he's told you about himâ about me⊠they're all true."
The frown that deepened over your face at his words, must've challenged the permanent one over Logan's face. "W-what? The stories about the X-Men?"
"Yes, the X-Menâ Is he talkin' a hole through your head about anything else?"
"No, but⊠there aren't any more mutants."
"Not new ones,â he sighed, âBut we're old, sweetheartâ the last there is." His voice went quieter and quieter as he spoke, a hint of sadness eating the words, before his palm found your cheek again. "You see⊠Charles he's a very powerful mutant, and years ago he started a school for mutantsâ"
"âI know all of that already Loganâ he told me," you cut him off, "I never believed him, I thought he was just confusedâ the stories theyâ"
"âI know, bub," this time he cut you off, but he let the next words linger on his tongue. Drawing back his hand, his eyes found the wall behind the bed. "I never meant for you to get hurtâ it's my fault. If he gets his medication he's fine, but⊠you ain't the only one who's a few hundred dollars shortâ it's been a slow month."
Before you had a chance to reply, Logan rose on his feet. "The seizures messes with your brain, so get some rest. I'm gonna get his medication, and I'll wake ya in the mornin'." Logan didn't wait for you to protest before he grabbed the car keys off the table, and left you alone in his bed.Â
Outside the moon climbed the sky, and the new darkness, along with your scrambled brain, had your eyelids feeling heavier and heavier.
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"Wake up, sweetheart."
Logan's gruff voice pulled you from a dreamless sleep; a sleep like you'd just closed your eyes. Blinking, your heavy eyelids pulled shut just as quickly as you'd opened them, leaving you with a snapshot of Logan's body hovering over you. You hummed, sleep coating your brain, while your body felt like you'd put it through the wringer at the gym.
"It's mornin'."
You tried again, blinking your eyes open with more success. Logan's black suit jacket was nowhere to be seen, instead he adorned a white tank top. Letting your gaze roll over him, you noticed the scars etched into his skin, so many scattered up and down his strong arms, and suddenly the memories of last night filtered back into your brain.
"Logan," you whispered so low even you weren't sure youâd heard it.
"I'm takin' you home, alright? I'll watch him today," he told you.
When Logan told you something, he meant it. Leaving you in his bed, it was like a replay of last night as he grabbed the car keys and black suit jacket off the table.Â
Slowly, you sat up and leaned on your elbows, letting the world spin for a minute. Your clothes from yesterday clung to your skin, and you felt both cold and sweaty as you got out of bed.
With each step you took every muscle ached, but somehow you managed to walk out the door. The burning light of the morning sun blinded you, and with one hand raised you shielded your eyes from the harshness while you walked closer to the humming impatient motor of Logan's limousine. Just as you'd sunk into the leather seat and managed to shut the door behind you, Logan stepped on the gas, and the smelting plant vanished in the rearview window.Â
When you'd finally left the dirt road behind and hit the highway, you cracked the window ever so slightly â the morning air blowing away the last of your tiredness. The closer you got to the city, the more your stomach growled. You hadn't had a thing to eat since lunch yesterday, the aftermath of Charlesâ seizure knocking you out before dinnerâ you needed something to eat.
"Can we stop here?" you asked and pointed at a sign advertising a diner off the next exit.
"I'm drivin' you home," Logan replied, his eyes glued to the road.
"Logan, please, I'm starving," you begged with a pout.
A beat passed, his fingers tapping over the wheel as he weighed his options, then his eyes found yours where they lingered. Staring back, you didn't know what to do. Logan wasn't a man that said yes, he liked things done his way. You bit down on your bottom lip, showing off your front teeth like a silent 'please' written over your face, and Logan huffed.
The loud buzz of conversation hit you first when you stepped into the packed diner, Logan in tow. Waiters ran back and forth between the booths lining the windows, taking breakfast orders and pouring coffee, and at the sound of the bell as the door swung shut behind you, one of them looked up at you.
"Seat yourselves," she said with a smile as golden as the syrup poured over hotcakes, "I'll be with you in a jiffy."
Walking deeper into the diner, you found an empty booth in a quiet corner. Logan seemed pleased, never too keen on people, and after what you'd come to know after last night, you could understand his hesitation.
Logan. The Wolverine.
You remembered the comics from when you were a kid, remembered this one kid in your class in elementary school that had been obsessed with them, reading every issue and Wolverine had been his favorite. He was a scientist now, last you heard, and here you sat opposite the comic character himself.
"Mornin', what can I get you guys?" the waitress asked, pulling up to your table.
"Um," you grabbed at the laminated menu in front of you, your eyes scanning over the breakfast items. Everything looked good, your stomach growling loud as you took in the pictures, but then again you didn't think you'd ever been this hungry before.
"Just coffee f'me, ma'am," Logan grunted.
"Could I get a stack of the blueberry pancakes⊠and a coffee for me too, please?" you ordered, watching the waitress with the name tag 'Stacy' write down your order.
"That'll be all for you guys this morning?" she smiled.
"Yes, thank you," you returned her smile.
"Alright, I'll be back in a second with your coffees."
While you waited for your pancakes, Logan wasn't much company. He sipped his coffee, black and piping hot, as he leaned against the corner of the booth, legs spread wide, watching the people coming and going. In the silence between you, you decided to study him while you sipped your own coffee. He must've felt your gaze over him, from the way he clenched his jaw, but he never turned his head to look at you, instead he let you look.
When your pancakes finally arrived, you dug in immediately. Fresh, hot and deliciously pillow-y and soft, it was the best thing you'd had in a while. The blueberries weren't too sweet, cutting through the sweetness of the pancakes with a tangy taste, while the bitter taste of your coffee woke you up and filled you with new energy.
"So," Logan suddenly spoke up, almost making the piece of pancake you were chewing on go down the wrong pipe. "How you feelin'?"
"Like I'm having the worst hangover in human history," you joked, "But better now after some food and caffeine."
Logan only hummed, turning his head back to people watching as you ate your pancakes. His silence had a frown work over your features when you placed your knife and fork down to sip on your coffee. He'd been so quiet all morning, which in truth wasn't new, but there was something about him now, something about the way his scowl dug a little deeper into his skin that had you asking:
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothin'," he answered, curt and to the point.
"Clearly it's something," you pried with a tilt of your head.
Another beat passed, before he leaned forward, a cough getting stuck in his throat. It sounded worse than it was, he'd told you once. So, you sipped your coffee, your eyes flitting away like you needed to give him privacy.
"I've been thinkin' about your proposal," he finally said, and you felt your eyebrows pull together in a frown.
"Wait?" your eyes found his, "What proposal?"
"About that subscription thingâ the porn," he waved his hand, and leaned back again.
"Only Fans?" you asked, keeping your voice low, "It was just a joke, Logan."
"Well, maybe it's an idea for the both of us. I need money for Charles' medication, and you need money for rentâ it'll just be us earnin' a little extra on the side, a win-win situation."
Letting his words sink in, you mulled over his idea in your brain. It wasn't like you weren't attracted to Logan, in truth, you'd wanted him to fuck you for a while now, but it had only been a fantasy, one to conjure forth late at night when you slipped your hand into your panties. To have it become a reality, served up by Logan himself on a silver platter, you'd never imagined.
How could you say no?
"Okay," you said, your voice breathy as what you'd just agreed to settled in your stomach. Having a little more cash in your account every month wouldn't hurt, and getting dick regularly sounded just as nice, it had been too long. "I'm in."
Logan only replied with a curt nod accompanied by an approving grunt, "Now eat your pancakes so we can get goin'."
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"Cold feet?"
With the limousine parked outside your apartment building, a week's worth of anticipation came to a head. You and Logan hadn't really talked much in the days passed since the diner; Logan's main interest more in you feeling better after experiencing Charles' powers for the first time. He'd let you have a few days off, to heal up, to which you'd taken the opportunity to do some research and set up an Only Fans profile. Currently it was blank, but tonight that would change.
"No," you shook your head, telling true. "You?" you asked, turning in your seat to face Logan.
Logan eyes darted across your face. He never looked at you like that, and for a moment the oddity of the situation, of what you were about to do, settled in your stomach.
"No," Logan finally decided, and reached for the door handle, âLetâs get it over with before it gets too late.â
At his movement, you reached forward and grabbed his forearm, "Wait!"
With a grunt, Logan turned. "What?" he asked, his eyes settling on you with an eyebrow raised.
"I-I have an idea," you told him, and you didn't know why you stumbled over your words. With your hand still wrapped around his arm, his eyes fell to your touch, lingering before they found yours again.
"I was thinkingâ" you started, retracing your hand, "Well actually⊠I just restarted taking birth control and I wanted to settle into it before we have sex, so I thought maybeâ if you want to of course," you rambled.
"Spit it out, bub, I ain't got all night," Logan cut you off.
"I thought maybe I could suck you offâ here in the limo," you 'spat' out your suggestion, your front teeth immediately coming down to bully your bottom lip.
"You want to suck my cock⊠here?" he repeated. Leaning back in his seat, you didn't know if he spread his legs on purpose, or if he unconsciously drew your eyes to the bulge hidden behind his slacks.
"Yeah, I meanâŠ" you shrugged, "I thought it could be hot? Like something that people would want to see?"
"Right," Logan hummed, reminded of the invisible audience, and reached for the key in the ignition.
Leaving your apartment building in the rearview mirror, Logan searched for a more secluded place to park. The windows in the back of the limousine were tinted, impossible to look into, but you didn't want to take the risk of getting caught. After finding an empty parking lot, backing up and occupying a more private space in the back corner, Logan guided you around the limousine with a hand resting gently over the small of your back. Climbing into the back with you, his broad form filled the space.
Inside, he'd turned on the lights, the colors slowly fading in and out and casting soft shadows across his features. The leather creaked as he sat down, his spread legs already inviting you to slot between. A fleeting feeling of nervousness tickled in your tummy, the reality of what you were about to do washing over you like a wave on a stormy ocean.
Logan watched you from his seat, a picture of sin in his suit, as he slipped his hand into the inner pocket of his jacket and fished out his glasses. His jacket fit snugly over his wide shoulders and he'd undone the top buttons where you could glimpse curling chest hair. The way he looked at you through the glasses, eyes dark and curious, had a warmth of arousal starting to pool in the core of yourself.
Clearing your throat, you spoke up, "I was thinking I could set my phone up hereâ" you pointed to the space between the leather seats and the window. "And then you could use your phone and film me?"
After a little bit of fiddling to get your phone to stay upright, you turned to Logan, your phone capturing your slow walk towards him. He sat with his legs spread wide, his large palms resting on either side of his thighs. When you reached for the hem of your shirt, his finger twitched, digging into the leather, and a toothy smile spread over your features.
Tossing your shirt you sunk to your knees and slotted between his legs. Looking up at him through your lashes, you held his gaze as you sat pretty for him, fanning out the skirt you'd worn specifically for today. He reached for his phone and pressed record when you curled your hands behind your back to undo the clasp of your bra, capturing your bare chest.
The air nipped at your exposed skin, making goosebumps ripple over your skin. Looking up at Logan, his eyes burned against your skin where he took in your breasts, his eyes glided over your bare skin for the first time and soothed out the bubbling nerves that had been brewing. When your eyes caught on the tent growing in his pants, you had to restrain yourself from surging forward, your mouth already watering at the thought of tasting him for the first time â of your wet dreams becoming a reality.
"S'pretty," he murmured, voice deep and guttural, soaked in arousal.
He cupped your cheek gently, the rough pad of his thumb skating over your skin bringing with it a calming safety. Your eyelashes fluttered as you tilted your head into his hand, desperate to feel more of the weathered skin of his hand against your body.
"Y'sure you want this, sweetheart?" he asked.
Opening your eyes, you held his gaze. "Yes, please," you nodded in his large palm, "It's the only thing I've thought about all day." And it was the truth.
"Shit, baby," he groaned in response, dragging his hand down your neck to rest heavy over the top of your breasts. "S'that so?"
Gathering your hands in your lap, you nodded slowly, your teeth caught on your bottom lip as his hand brushed over your right breast. "Thought of how you'd taste," you confessed, the phone in his hand forgotten as you focused entirely on Logan.
"Yeah?" he prompted. One knuckle brushed over your hardened nipples, pulling a quiet whimper from youâ pleased he leaned back, "Take off my belt, then."
Bouncing on your knees, you leaned forward on his command, and pulled the leather belt from its loops. You did it slowly, tilting your head upwards to catch his eyes through the glasses. He helped you with the zipper, making you watch as he dragged it down.
With your eyes fixed on his hand you noticed three barely healed scars between every knuckle, and you remembered who Logan really was. The Wolverine. He caught you looking, and his hand tightened into a fist, tightening it for a beat before he relaxed it over his thigh. Leaning forward, you placed a soft kiss over his knuckles, and his hand dug into his thigh.
"Sweetheart," he breathed out, his voice strained.
In the depths of your chest you felt a pinch, a tiny stab in your heart that felt too real, too personal for what you were about to do. Willing it away, you leaned back on your ankles instead, your hands dipping into the waistband of his pants to pull down his slacks. Lifting his hips to help you ease them down, a quiet grunt escaped him, a deep sound that traveled down your spine and pooled in your core.
Behind the soft cotton of his underwear the firm hard line of his cock strained against the fabric. The sight of him, large and heavy, and hidden, had your eyes widening with lust, and a slickness soiling the gusset of your panties.
"You want my cock, don't you sweetheart?" he coaxed, his free hand finding your jaw where he cupped it, squeezing your cheeks together.
"Y-yes," you breathed out, your smile straining against his grip before you dropped your mouth open, showing him your tongue.
"There you go, babyâ good girl," he praised, pressing his thumb down on your tongue and rubbing the saliva around. A soft moan caught in your throat at the praise, and behind the camera Logan's eyes darkened at his new discovery.
Wrapping both your hands around his wrist, you held his hand in place as you closed your lips around him. Slowly, you moved your head, up and down, up and down, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked on his thumb like you would his cock. Logan's eyes were intense behind his glasses, his jaw clenching tight while he stared into your own.
"Such a filthy little thing f'meâ so desperate for my cock down your throat you'll suck anything, ain't that right?"
A choked moan escaped you; they way he talked to you adding fuel to the fire in your core. Between the seam of your cunt you ached, wet arousal dripping into your soiled panties. He must've watched the way you melted for him, your brain turning to mush in front of him, because when he pulled his hand away, he laughed. A deep guttural thing from the depth of his chest.
"C'mon little angel," he tapped at your cheek, "Let's put you out of your misery."
Clouded in arousal, your brain stalled at the nickname, and you felt a new gush of arousal spill between the seam of your cunt. Logan's nostrils flared and a wild darkness settled over his face.
Shifting on your knees, you leaned forward to palm him through his underwear. Making sure to flick your eyes up at him (and the camera), you dragged your finger up and down gently, seductively, before you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his clothed length. Above you, Logan sucked in a breath, his free hand coming down to pet your head and press your face firmly against his bulge.
You couldn't help but breathe him in. Breathe in the heady deep scent of man, cheap whiskey and cigars â the unique scent of Logan. When you let out the softest little sigh, you felt him twitch against you, and quickly his hand on your head traveled down to the back of your neck where he pulled you back with a harsh yank.
You yelped.
"No more teasin'â" he reprimanded and let go of you, "Be a good little angel and make me come."
Logan leaned back into the leather, his body relaxed and inviting with one hand still occupied with filming you. Watching the deep furrow forming between his brows, and the way his eyes burned your face through his glasses, you could tell he wanted to take control, make you do what he wanted.
With a curling smile, knowing full and well you had the upper hand with one of his hands occupied, you slipped your eager hands into the elastic waistband of his underwear and tugged.
A wild and wiry patch of graying hair met you first, and you felt a flock of eagerness flutter in your stomach. Tugging the fabric down slowly, you made a show of revealing just an inch at a time. When you finally reached the end of him, you felt the wet head of him graze your cheek, leaving a streak of precum, as it sprung free.
His hard cock bopped heavily in front your face, and you felt your eyes widen at his size. He was big. The hefty length of him cushioned against his balls hanging heavy over the band of his underwear. Reaching a shaky hand forward you took him in your hand for the first time and familiarized yourself with the thick weight of him. With your other hand you traced the thick veins that lined the girth of him, memorizing every ridge and freckle before coming up to thumb at the fat tip where a pearl of wetness beaded.
A mix of awe and uncertainty pooled in your chest. How in the hell were you gonna fit all of him down your throat?
"'s okay, angel," he cooed, his heavy hand back to stroke over your head. His touch soothed you, a rhythmic warmth that shed all your insecurities.
With a content sigh you leaned forward and parted your lips to press a soft kiss to the leaking tip, pulling a "There you go, good girl, open your mouth f'me," from Logan. Urged on by his praise, you got a little braver. Flattening your tongue against him you started with a few gentle, teasing licks to the tip, your tongue dipping into the slit to taste him in earnest.
Above you, a groan rumbled in Logan's chest, a sound that had you eagerly taking more of him in your mouth. Suckling carefully on the fat tip, you let your tongue tease the underside of him, humming in content when you felt him harden even more in your hands.
Letting the excess spit run down the length of him, it pooled over your hands where they struggled to wrap around the thick girth. Slick sounds came from your hands when you started to move them over the soft skin, coating him fully in your saliva with every tug.
"Shit, bub, y'look so fuckin' good around my cock," Logan's voice vibrated from his chest, "But y'can take it deeper, can't you? Take that big cock down your throat?"
Well, you would certainly try.
Your knees dug into the carpeted floor of the limousine, pressing a deep pattern into your skin. Popping off his cock, you sat up a little more and shifted your weight. Looking up at him through your lashes, you were reminded of the camera pointed at you. Looking straight down the barrel of his phone you sunk down further on his cock.
Dropping your jaw, you felt your lips stretch as his hefty cock filled your throat. All too quickly the head of him kissed the back of your throat and you had to fight your gag reflex. Pulling off with a gasp, your eyes widened as you looked up at him.
"It's so big," you told him, both of your slicked hands jerking him in a slow rhythm.
"I know, angel," he cooed, his thumb running over your cheek. Leaning forward again, you placed a soft kiss to the fat head, and he hissed, "Too big f'you?"
"No," you shook your head, smearing the head from one corner of your mouth to the other, spreading the precum leaking onto your lips, and humming at the taste of him. "It's perfectâ taste so perfect," you said through a pillowy kiss to the head.
With a buck of his hips, he pushed back into your eager mouth, slipping the fat head through your swollen lips and into your flexed throat, "That's itâ right where it belongs, huh?"
Fitting him as deep as you could down your throat you felt dizzy with desire, an almost overwhelming feeling; the smell of him so close, how he filled your mouth and made your jaw ache. When your nose pressed into the grayed patch of wiry hair at the base of his cock, you spluttered with need, spit soaking the length of him as you came off him with a cough.
In an instance, Logan was on you, his free hand petting your cheek as he searched your eyes, "You okay?" I wouldn't be until after, when you edited the video that you'd realize he'd dropped the phone, focusing only on you in that moment.
"Yes," you replied, looking into his eyes with a toothy smile, "I want moreâ I want your cum."
"Fuck," he hissed, letting go of your cheek and leaning back into the leather seat, pointing his phone at you, "Go on."
Fitting him back down your throat again, you got lost in it as you found a rhythm. With a hand stationed at the base, you bobbed your head, letting your tongue dance over the length. More saliva dripped down and pooled over your hand, slicking up his pubes. It was messy, and hot, sticky and wet. Above you, Logan muttered praises between grunts and moans, encouraging you to take him deeper and deeper.
Feeling your throat loosen with every bob of your head, you pushed down and swallowed around him. Your eyelashes fluttered as you gagged and coughed, tears starting to prickle from your eyes, but you were determined to please himâ to make him feel good.
When his hand came down to wrap around your throat, his thumb skating over your neck to feel himself, your eyes rolled back in your head in pleasure â the sight of you making Logan let out a deep growl. He kept the hand clasped around your throat as he started to buck his hips, feeding you his cock in small lazy thrusts.
"Right there, angel, so fuckin' good f'me⊠my good girlâ choke on it," he mumbled.
You hummed around him at the praise, the vibrations pulling another deep moan from him. Fucking your face, bubbling spit trickled out the corner of your lips, soaking him and the coarse hair on his balls where they slapped heavy against your chin. Slipping a hand between your thighs, you couldn't help but touch yourself through your underwear â the white cotton translucent and drenched with your arousal.
Chasing his high, Logan's thrusts started to come quicker. More and more saliva overflowed, dripping down your bare chest and slicking you up in depravity. The grip Logan had around his phone was lazy, but he made sure to capture the way the shifting colors of the low limousine light gleamed over your slicked up chest.
"Such a good fuckin' throatâ" he growled, squeezing around your throat as he pushed himself as deep as he could. Your nose brushed the wiry patch of his pubic hair, and you felt yourself start to gag around him as your lungs squeezed and throat tightened. He kept you down as you spluttered and swallowed around the length of him, and when the edges of the world started to blur he pulled you off with a jerk.
Gasping for air and filling your lungs with lost breaths, the hand Logan had wrapped around your neck was now pushing your own hand away to wrap around himself. The tears on your cheek mixed with the strings of saliva on your chin, as you looked up at him through fluttering lashes. Watching him stroke his cock, your eyes widened with interest as you shifted on your knees to sit up straighter.
His hard cock pulsated and throbbed with need as he stroked. Up and down you watched his hand; watched how beads of precum drooled over his fingers, mixing with your saliva before it dripped down onto your chest. A primal feeling came over you â an urge so strong to taste him come undone and claim you as his.
"Please," you begged, the fat head ghosting against your lips with every jerk, "come for me, pleaseâ wanna taste you so badly."
Logan's grunts and growls grew deeper and wilder as he stroked himself faster. "Look at me, angel," he ordered, and when your eyes locked with his, combined with a final hard stroke, he aimed the wet tip towards your face and came hard.
The first pump of his sticky warm seed, made you flinch before a smile widened and you leaned closer. Dropping your mouth open, he came all over your face, coating your cheeks, your nose, and forehead. Thumbing at the tip, he aimed at your waiting mouth to squeeze out the last few drops, and he finally let you taste him.
Wrapping your lips around the head, you suckled around him through content hums. You were covered in his cum, claimed, feeling the sticky seed drip down the bridge of your nose. You loved the way he tasted, salty and bitter, like Logan.
When the feeling of your tongue dancing over his sensitive head became too much, he pulled away with a hiss. His phone was still aimed at your face, and a little more clear-headed he filmed the aftermath of his orgasm closer.
"Even prettier with my cum on your face, angel," he said, letting his finger drag over your skin to collect his cum.
Pretty.
"Thank you," you whispered, your throat hoarse as he fed you his cum.
You hummed around his finger as he cleaned you up, making sure not a single drop would go to waste, and when he was pleased with his work after you'd shown him your empty tongue, he cupped your cheek.
"Good little angel," he told you with a pad, and pressed the stop button on his phone.
Back at your apartment the buzz of the excitement of the night lingered as you replayed the scene on your computer. You thought about Logan, about where he was and who might sit in the seat where you'd sucked him off only hours earlier. You thought about how filthy his mouth had been, and how much it had turned you on. And lastly, you thought about how you couldn't wait to see him again, and for him to finally fuck you.
Editing the video together, the last thing you did before you fell asleep was upload. Logan had taken a photo of your hand over his clothed cock before he'd left you, a picture that was now set as your profile picture. All tuckered out, you closed your computer and fell back against your pillows, dreaming of the smell of leather and cheap whiskey.
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strip for me.
part four
pairings: hyungline x reader
synopsis: hyung line got you trapped in a situation that you canât get away from.
wc: 8.4k
warnings: heavy smut, minors dni, fivesome, bullying (not promoting violence or bullying), degrading, dirty talks, curses, masturbation, hyung line being mean. this is not proof read.
note: this is not the end for strip for me so calm down. we have more to come. the next part will be heeseungâs solo part. anyway, i know it took time so please enjoy it. reblogs and replies are highly encouraged. this is not proof read so excuse the errors for now. let me know your thoughts by sending me asks. thank you so much.
part one; two; three
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âweâre going to have so much fun...â jake stated meaningfully before winking at you.
your steps halt from approaching the chair they reserved for you. their eyes are fully focused that despite the teacherâs continuous rambling about the project, they donât give her any attention.
âyou can sit here, doll.â and sunghoon drags the chair near him then taps it once before flashing you a soft smile, his fangs showing.
âwhat happened to the uniform i lend you?â he sounds a little upset while looking at your fresh polo. heeseung got you a new one that fits you perfectly.
you blushed, âi p-put it on my locker. i will wash it first then give it back to you. thank you for let me borrow it.â
he smirks, ânah, you can keep it.â
jake and jay stared at him with confusion. they can clearly remember how bad his mood was these past few days, now heâs acting like as if heâs the happiest man that walked on earth. itâs just so odd.
you obliged and sat beside sunghoon while he stare at you, eyes almost forming heart. heeseung scoffs and took off his coat then placed it on your lap since youâre wearing a skirt. a bit too short from his liking, to be specific.
with blushing cheeks, you thanked him silently.
âdid i miss anything?â jake asks, confused.
jay furrowed his brows and stared at his two other friends. heeseung met his eyes and cleared his throat before sitting straight. sunghoon seemed unbothered, eyes still fixed at you with a grin on his handsome face.
âw-why?â you asked him, feeling slightly uneasy because of how heâs not taking his eyes off from you.
ânothing, you look pretty.â he mumbled so naturally before dragging your chair even closer. he did it with so much ease, heâs so strong.
you glanced away, trying hard to ignore his heated gaze. jakeâs watching all of these with his two eyes without blinking. a hint of confusion and a mix of jealousy flickers inside him.
âthe fuck is going on?â he stated with so much sarcasm.
if jay can shut his mouth and ignore it, well definitely not jake. he has a lot of questions inside his mind. why are his friends acting like this? and most of all, why the fuck arenât you like that to him?
âletâs just discuss the project.â heeseung blurted out, blocking any chances to be asked by jake.
he was about to complain more, wanting to dig about this situation deeper, but stopped himself. with clenched jaw, he rests his back on his chair then glanced at your lowered head.
he scoffed, âsweetheart, iâm a little jealous. you need to make it up to me.â he stated that made your cheeks blush, ears turning red.
sunghoon rolls his eyes and impatiently taps the table, âletâs start!â
and with that, heeseung then discusses the possible topics you can research for this project. your mouth slightly gaps at how he was able to keep up with what the teacher was saying when you clearly saw him focusing on you moments ago.
it went on, its just jay who listens and you, slightly. jake and sunghoon didnât even tries to act that they are serious to this project, one plays through his phone, the other had his head slumped over the desk. sunghoonâs hand lays on yours casually, its been like that ever since he lowered his head to sleep.
jake whined when he loses the round and glances at your direction. he smirks and winks at you which made you blush. he giggles and eyes unconsciously landed on sunghoonâs hand.
his smirk faltered and childishly removes it. jay notices and scoffed before writing down on his notes. jake then grabs your hand to intertwin your fingers together, a satisfied smile plastering his handsome face.
heeseung rolls his eyes at it then continued talking about the project that the other two boys obviously doesnât care about.
âweâll be doing our project on our house later.â heeseung said as a last statement to wrap your small meeting.
your head perks and back straightened at what he just said. his eyes caught you right away, attentive of you.
âcan we just d-do it here at school?â you suggested since doing it on their house doesnât sit right for you.
one of his eyebrow arches upwards, âdo you have any problem doing it in mine?â he asks using a serious tone.
your lips slightly trembles and glances at jake on your side when he gradually took your hand on his lips to place a gentle kiss.
âu-uhm, i canât go h-home late. my mom will be so worried.â you tried to reason out.
it was partly true as she was used of you coming home early. heeseungâs house is pretty far from your school and so it will take time to go home. besides, you have no problem asking your mom to pick you up by the school gate, but it will definitely raise curiosity if you suddenly ask her to pick you up at a random house.
his head tilts, âleave that one to me.â he stated and then stood up to leave the circle.
âb-butââ you are held down by jake, yanking your arms to prevent you from standing up and follow heeseung.
jay stood up then taps sunghoon on the shoulder to wake him up.
âno buts, sweetheart.â and jake leans to give you a swift kiss on the cheek then leave as well.
your eyes widen and roamed around to check if somebody saw. theyâre pretty busy discussing about the project, seems like your group was the first one to finish.
a large hand resting at the small of your back is what snaps you back to your senses. he gently caress it up and down then you look over your shoulder to face sunghoon.
his eyes squints a bit, obvious that he just got awoken from a nap. âsomething wrong?â he asks.
you shake your head lightly and he just stares for a while before nodding his head. he stood up and guided you to go back to your chair as well.
the period ended and after the whole class thanked the teacher and bid her good-bye, she walks out of the room. after feeling the need to use the bathroom, you headed out as well.
jakeâs eyes follows you and when youâre out of his sight already, he swat sunghoonâs shoulder.
âthe fuck is your problem?â he hissed at him, his brows drawned closer to each other and he sets his phone down like heâs ready to punch jake right away.
âmy problem? what is your problem?â jake hisses back. âwhy are you suddenly acting like a fucking loser in front of y/n?â
jay smirks and just listens. heeseung watches too, a ghost of a smile playing over his lips.
sunghoonâs forehead slowly loses it crease then he acts innocent before glancing back at his phone. jake almost threw his notebook at him. he canât believe it was that fast to calm him down. by the mere mention of your name.
âwhat do you mean? no iâm not.â
âhere you go, baby. you can sit here, doll.â jake mimics him exaggeratedly. jay laughs at how he mirrored sunghoon while the latter clenches his jaw.
it was his turn to push jakeâs shoulder. âi donât talk that way!â he says, defensive.
âyou actually do, dude.â jay fires back while heeseung just laughs because of it.
âwhatever.â he mumbled, ears turning red.
jake rolls his eyes, âwhat the fuck happened? i thought we will punish her?â and his gaze moves from sunghoon towards heeseung.
heeseung straightens his back and glances away, totally guilty of it. jake just couldnât believe it. these two were the ones so heated up when one of their classmates reported you meeting beomgyu up at the end aisles of the library. they were so hyped up on punishing you and then theyâre acting like this?
âi fucking resisted dicking her down, man!â jake complained.
ânobody told you to do that.â heeseung shrugs his shoulder off that made jake clench his jaw, pissed off.
well, the older one was right. they never agreed on anything but to imply punishment. but that was jakeâs punishment for you. that was his way to let you know that heâs mad and upset. you always knew how much he couldnât get enough of you and how he would bury his dick inside you any chances he gets.
âjakeâs right. i declined her orgasms to make a point.â jay stated, looking a bit upset as well.
the boys glances at him with furrow brows, âyou did what?â jake asks in disbelief.
jay shrugs his shoulder, âyou know how much i love seeing her get off. its always her pleasure over mine. i needed to send her a message.â
heeseung sighs and sunghoon was so ready to hold his collar right there and then.
âdude what the fuck? she mustâve felt so frustrated and bad!â he hissed at his friend.
now, jakeâs pissed off eyes darted back at him. he pushes his friend to sit back properly.
âcalm down lover boy, iâm not yet done with you.â he fired at him.
sunghoon lets out a strained sigh, completely done with jake targeting him nonstop.
âcome on, i lost control too you know? but what am i suppose to do when she said sheâs sorry? of course i couldnât help it.â sunghoon ranted that made the three boys around him furrow their brows.
the frown on jakeâs face deepens as jay and heeseung slightly loses their minds. they contemplates and wonders if they heard that right.
âwhat did you say?â heeseung fires at sunghoon that made him confused. the other two boys kept their mouth shut, jaw clenched.
âshe said sorry.â
they were silenced when sunghoon repeated it for them to hear it clearly. jake was the first one to react as he scoffed and heaved a sigh to calm himself down.
âthatâs it, youâll be the last one to fuck her later.â jake stated, a bit (totally) pissed.
sunghoon thick brows furrowed now, âwhat? thatâs unfair! when did we decided that?â his head cranes to the oldest, trying to gain alliance. after-all, heeseung is in charge of equality and fairness.
but to his surprise, the older one has his brows hardly furrowed as well. his eyes looking serious and are piercing right at him.
âi agree with jake.â jay says casually that made sunghoon complain even more.
âhyung?â sunghoon calls out heeseung because this is the perfect timing to step in and break this shit going on.
âsunghoon will be the last one to touch her then?â
to his dismay, its suddenly apppointed that he will sit back and watch while his three friends devour you. it will be torturous, but its better that than not having you later. he curses and just slumped his head over the table to distract himself with a good nap.
âfucking fuck.â jake curses, still pissed.
jay claps his shoulder, âcalm down. iâm afraid youâll piss your pants sooner or later.â he joked that only made him even more pissed.
he pushes his hands away, âshut up. iâll surely get even later with y/n. she canât do that.â
âhey, donât be too carried away. youâll scare her.â jay warns him before glancing to the older guy, âright, hyung?â
heeseung was silent before he lets out a heavy sigh. âno, i agree with jake.â he shut his eyes and massages his temple a bit.
âwe need to teach her a lesson. she canât have her favorite or it will ruin us all.â
on the other hand, youâre inside the girlâs bathroom and washing your hands when (name) walks in together with her minions. sheâs one of the popular girls in your class. very pretty and rich.
her mean eyes darted right at you. it screams danger so you glanced away from her and just focuses on your hand.
she walks closer and stopped beside you.
âwho can expect that the quiet girl in class can be such a cunt?â her words made your brows furrow.
âexcuse me?â youâre taken aback with how aggressive she is. it was so unexpected. she never approaches or talk to you then suddenly sheâs going in this hard?
the response obviously made her even more mad. she raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms. one glance to her minions and they went on both of your sides, cornering you. theyâre giggling like hyenas.
âooh, look at you acting all brave just because you think those boys are interested in you?â the bitterness lingers over your tone.
your brows narrowed in confusion as to what sheâs talking about. you wondered more, then realization finally hits you like a big truck. boys... heeseung and his friends?
you glanced at her, âi donât know what you m-mean.â
oh no. you stuttered. and that only mean one thing. that youâre lying and you know you are. because you out of all people, knows what she means.
you thought youâre being slick on hiding whatâs going on between you and those boys, but definitely youâre wrong. you couldnât help, but to blame it on them as theyâre the ones being so bold about it. also because theyâre really the one should be blame for it.
she lets out a loud sarcastic laugh, her eyes oozing with anger. she pushes your shoulder off. âoh fuck you! iâm not dumb!â
you shut your eyes and was about to walk away when her minions hold you down.
âlet me go!â you tried squirming, freeing yourself which you failed miserably.
one of them curses at you and even elbowed your side. you grunted and folds because of the pain. (name) then walks closer and yanked your arm so you can face her.
âbitch! whore!â and she started to be physical, slapping you left and right.
âp-please, stop...â you begged which they ignored completely. she just continued hurting you and her friends hold you to prevent any resistance.
âyou think they really like you? think again bitch!â she pulls your hair hardly making you face upwards. when your tear stained eyes met her arrogant ones, she smirks.
âfor them youâre just a toy they will play with until theyâre sick and tired of you.â and after that one last sentence she pushed you hard to the floor.
her friends laughed so hard while you have yourself slumped across the cold concrete. tears streaming down your face.
âletâs go girls. letâs leave that slut alone.â
you cried, feeling your face hurting and some other places in your body. but thatâs not what causing your tears to flow nonstop. its what (name) said that had a big blow on you.
what she says was partly right. you have no idea what those boys want from you and base on how they treats you is similar to what she implied. a toy. thatâs all you are for them. and that hurts you so much.
ây/n...â you snapped back to reality when you heard a faint call on your name.
âh-huh?â when you lift your head, youâre met with jayâs furrowed brows. his eyes scanning yours with gentle look on it.
heeseung stands a few feet away with jake. your hand sways that caught your attention, even before you can glance at the side, sunghoonâs face came into your view.
his brows folded in a worried way, âare you all right, doll?â and you can feel him squeeze your hand slightly.
ây-yes.â
he pursed his lips and scanned his eyes over your pretty face. his other free hand have your things. jake shows a displeased expression then walked towards your direction.
âgive her some space. youâre crowding her.â he says, interrupting and even pushed sunghoon away from you.
hoonâs hand detached from holding yours that pissed him off a little. his eyes shooting glares at jake when he grab your wrist and started guiding you towards the car that just parked beside heeseung.
heeseung opened the door to the passenger seat when youâre near enough. he tilt his head asking you to enter his car. you glanced at his serious eyes, hands fidgets.
âmy m-mom... she still doesnât knowââ
âdonât worry too much about it, angel. i already talked to her.â he stated in a lazy tone.
your mouth slightly gaps, doesnât really want to believe him right away. you knew your mom. sheâs a little bit strict when it comes to you hanging out a bit too late of your curfew at home.
âr-really?â
heeseung stares at your eyes before letting out a sigh. he fished his phone out from his pocket then dialled someone. he tapped the speaker on and eventually you heard the sound of somebody answering the phone.
âheeseung-ah?â
your eyes widen at the familiar voice errupting from the other line. heeseung handed you the phone so you can talk to her.
âm-mom..â
ây/n? darling, heeseung called me and told me that youâll be staying late in their house for a group project?â she continuously said. you can tell base of the tone of her voice that sheâs thrilled about you having friends.
ây-yes.â
âwell, heâs such a nice boy. very polite as well and such a sweetheart for calling me himself to inform me about this project.â she blabbers nonstop. your cheeks blushed while feeling a bit embarrassed about it.
jake rolls his eyes as he throw his things inside his own car parked near heeseungâs. jay went to his and rest on it while waiting patiently. sunghoon hangs both of the straps of your bag on his shoulder before he gets on his big bike, holding his helmet on his free hand.
âu-uh, yes. heâs the president of the student council.â you answered while eyeing heeseung whose leaning on his car, near you. his hand rests at the open door for you.
âthatâs great! he also told me that heâll take you home later after it so i donât have to worry.â she added.
eventually, she bids goodbye and so you did. your stares stayed at his phone before you handed it back to heeseung. he tilts his head again, asking you to enter his vehicle. without having any choice, you obliged.
you realized that no matter how hard you try to escape, thereâs no getting away from them. they have control on everything and thatâs what scares you the most. how smoothly they do these things and manipulate you on doing whatever that they all want. just like what (name) said. youâre like their toy.
âseatbelt, angel.â heeseung snaps you out of your own thoughts.
you nodded and grabbed over the safety strap on your side. your eyes caught sunghoon getting on his big motorbike and attractively putting his helment on for safety. you blushed unconsciously seeing your bag hangs on his broad shoulders and placed in front of him.
it looked totally out of place on how his all black motorbike and dark blue uniform mixed with your light colored school bag. it looked so feminine that you can already tell it doesnât belong to the fine man.
his head cranes over to your side and even if heeseungâs car is heavily tinted and if sunghoonâs wearing a helmet, it seems like heâs looking directly to your eyes.
he started the engine of his bike and then a loud roaring sound errupts from it. he then bolted out from the parking lot of the school. both you and heeseung follows his bike driving away.
âsuch a show off.â he utters under his breath and then moves after jake drove his car out the parking.
the drive was as expected, slightly long. heeseung is quiet, only the faint song playing from the radio is what plays on the background. it was a little awkward, if youâll be honest.
âare you cold?â you jolt a little when heeseung suddenly ask that question. he glanced at you briefly and you answered with a low ânoâ. he nods and then continued driving.
eventually, the vehicle slows down as it reaches near this huge elegant gate. your mouth gaps in amusement, eyes catching his friendâs vehicle entering as well. sunghoonâs big bike storms inside and even throw a middle finger at jakeâs car.
âstay for a bit, angel. iâll open yourââ your heads whips over to the side when heeseungâs car bursts open.
jake leans downward to meet your eyes, hands rests in front, offering to help you.
âletâs go, sweetheart.â he smiles. you didnât really have much of a choice as he reaches for your hand and guided you outside the car.
heeseung went out too and you saw jay getting off his vehicle as well. a small smirk playing over his sexy lips.
âwhatâs happening to the three of you, really?â he scoffs and rolls his eyes.
you glanced at the three as well, a confused look plastered all over your face. you did notice how theyâre being weird from the parking lot incident.
âits because of jake. heâs so childish.â sunghoon commented right after walking near your place.
jake frowns, âno, iâm not!â he hardly objects.
heeseung rolls his eyes, âstop sulking, jake sim.â he then started walking towards the grand entrance of the big mansion right in front of you.
because of their small arguments, you failed to even notice it. now that you had the chance to admire it, you can tell that it reaks off money. some side comments and other complaints can be heard from jake but your focus was at the big house.
soon, a hand placed gently on the lower of your back.
âletâs go inside, baby.â jay says lowly and started to guide you towards the house.
you gulped, but followed him. its not like you have other options. besides youâre here to do the project... right?
when you made it inside, there are a lot of helpers assisting and attending to heeseung.
âwelcome back, sir jay.â one greets when she noticed the guy beside you. looks like heâs often here that the maids are familiar of him.
oh, silly you. they all grew up together. it just made sense that theyâre often at each otherâs house.
âthis is miss y/n.â he introduces you that caught you off-guard. she shifted her eyes to you and smiled warmly before offering a bow.
you panicked then bows back. âh-hi!â
âare you sir jayâs girlfriend?â she curiously asked right after.
âu-uhhââ
âwhat are you two doing? letâs go to my room.â heeseung interrupts with a stern voice.
jay smiles at the maid before guiding you towards the second floor. you just gave a small smile to the lady and just let yourself go to wherever jay asks you to.
heeseung and jay then started talking about a left work on the student councilâs office. it was none of your concern so you try to busy yourself with the things you can see around the house. the interior of the whole place was just amazing. you can tell they spent a lot for their home.
you stopped walking once jay and heeseung did and you saw a door in front of heeseung. he glanced at you before opening it.
your steps halted when youâre about to go inside. something inside you just grow worried. you have no idea why, but your heart kept on beating so fast.
they noticed your sudden hesitation so both of them glanced over their shoulders, looking at you.
âwhatâs wrong?â jay asks while heeseung remains silent.
you gulped and took a short glance around heeseungâs spacious room. ân-nothing.â
you took a long breath, âc-canât we just do it at your living room?â you pull up a smile in order to not raise any suspicion. the last thing you want is for them to think that youâre taking this in a wrong way.
âwhatâs wrong with doing it inside my room?â heeseung asks nonchalantly.
you took a step back, âu-uhm,ââ you gasps when your back suddenly collided with a broad chest.
âgoing somewhere, doll?â sunghoon stares down at you while he stood gloriously behind you.
jake scoffs and then wrapped his arms around your shoulder, pulling up a mischievous grin.
âletâs go inside, okay? weâre going to have so much fun!â he cheers with a big smile, but you can feel your stomach churns and heart beating so fast.
sunghoon steps forward pushing you inside the room. heeseung sat down his gaming chair and rotates it so heâs facing his king sized bed. jay took off his coat and hangs it neatly by the sofa. jakeâs smirking while watching you closely.
you feel timid being around and watched by them, so you looked everywhere except their eyes. the silence stretched for a couple of minutes before heeseung breaks it.
âstrip, angel.â he starts then rests his back completely at the chair.
your feet glued at the floor and breathing got rigif while facing your back at them. their heated gaze pierced and almost burned a hole behind your head. you can feel it.
âstrip for us.â he says in a very demanding tone.
slowly, you faced them with a slight fear flickering through your eyes.
âh-huh? but weâre suppose to d-do our projectââ
âoh fuck that project, sweetheart! weâre going to do you instead.â jake interrupts smirking after licking his plump lips once. his eyes stares at you like a hungry predator.
âcalm down, jake. youâre going to scare her.â jay says, mischief lazing through his voice while smirking sexily beside sunghoon.
theyâre both sat at the sofa. the man beside him has his polo unbuttoned all the way, leaning forward as his elbow rests over his knees and eyes burning at you. heâs quiet and red lips hardly pursed. his dark, thick eyebrows narrowed together.
you remained standing awkwardly at the middle of heeseungâs bedroom, the door a few feet away from you. it slid inside your mind. to try and run away from them. but its impossible. with their built, they can easily catch you and who knows what that can do to you? they never go easy whenever theyâre pissed off.
besides, sunghoonâs sat on the path towards it. he can easily grab and stop you from escaping. thatâs totally crossed out of your plans.
you heaved a sigh, âg-guys,â
âdid we ask you to talk?â heeseung.
instantly, your lips are pursed hardly. despite him showing a little soft side of him from a while ago, youâre still terrified whenever heâs very serious.
âweâre waiting, baby.â jay caught your attention.
you stared at them for a while and realized that you have nowhere to go. they got you cornered and stripped off of choices. once again, youâre helpless around these four men.
you balled your fists and jakeâs eyes dropped from your pretty face to your hands. theyâre trembling and heâs certain its a mixture of fear and worry. his grin grew wider. his nerves are shaking in excitement. he couldnât wait to have you, to devour you, to ruin you.
âgo on, y/n.â heeseung, again with his stern voice.
your eyes darted at sunghoon whose still quiet. his eyes then soften and he sighs, fists relaxing.
âstrip for us, doll. its okay, we wonât hurt you.â he says in a calm voice. its still a surprise how heâs acting right now. heâs not the impatient and rough sunghoon. it slightly made you feel at ease.
when your hand slowly raised to untangle your necktie, you heard jake hissed and glared at sunghoon.
âremember what we talked about, hoon!â he said that got you confused.
sunghoon rolls his eyes, âyeah, whatever. iâm just trying to make her feel relax. youâre putting too much pressure on her.â
jake clicked his tongue and glanced back at you. his eyes looked more aggressive, screams more danger.
âwhy, sweetheart? are we scaring you?â he stepped closer, making you hold your breath.
âam i scaring you?â he repeats his words, his face are inches away from yours that you can feel his hot breath fanning your skin.
âjake,â heeseung calls him.
he ignored him and kept his stares right at your pretty face. despite the lack of answer, the tears on your eyes were enough to tell him that you are indeed scared. it didnât make him feel pitiful, instead it drives him more crazy.
âstrip for me or iâll rip them off from you myself.â he groans.
you gulped and started to fasten your pace. now unbuttoning your poloâ the one heeseung got you.
sunghoon clenched his jaw hardly, fighting so hard to interrupt. his friends talked to him about being the last to touch you tonight as a punishment for him. its actually a shit decision they came up with just because they think heâs starting to be your favorite.
that thought was the only thing that made him agree. he couldnât help but to feel excited thinking about it.
he stood up that made jay and heeseung glance at his direction.
âdonât get in the way.â jay reminded him.
he threw him a short glance as he fished something from his pocket.
âiâm not going to.â he pulls out a cigarette and a lighter. âiâm going to smoke.â he added then glance at heeseung.
âyou wonât mind right?â
heeseung stares for a while before tearing his gaze off of sunghoon. he took that as a yes then lits his cigarette.
âtake off everything.â jake commands when you finished getting rid of your polo and school skirt.
âb-butââ
âstrip.â he shortly said.
you stared at his eyes and slowly obliged. you donât even know why you kept complaining when youâll just end up doing it too.
the moment you finished taking everything off, completely naked in front of them, you feel shy. so shy that you try covering whatever your arms can. the four men stares silently, their eyes grew darker. looked more hungrier.
âlay on the bed for me, sweetheart.â jake mumbles, this time a lot more softer. âi want to eat you.â he added while taking off his necktie.
before jake continues discarding his clothes off, he snakes his hand on your nape to pull you closer to him. he placed a wet, but gentle kiss on your lips then stares right at your eyes.
âyouâre so pretty. do you know that?â he says under his breath that made your heart race. he seems pissed, and honestly his attitude today are off for you. heâs very playful in nature, but the way heâs so aggressive is not like him. you know somethingâs up with jake sim.
âlet me fucking eat you.â he added and then continued what he stopped doing to give you a kiss.
your eyes moved towards heeseung and he just gave you a nod. with slow steps you walked towards the bed and sat on the edge.
jake gently pushed your body so you can lay on it then he opened your thighs for him, giving a full display of your slightly wet core. he growls lightly, salivating by the view.
âdamn, this pussy.â he mumbles before giving it a long lick making you purse your lips together.
jake almost went crazy having a taste of your cunt. he always loved it. if he can, he will eat you all day. so he didnât waste a time to dive in and lap your cunt like a hungry animal. you whimper and legs slowly closing out of pleasure from the way heâs eating you.
a hand then reaches over your knee to open them back. when you open your eyes, you saw jay. heâs already standing at the edge of the bed, beside jake. his white t-shirt is off already and heâs left with just his boxers.
âkeep them wide open, baby.â he orders while his other hand palms his cock inside his shorts.
you canât even say a word or resist as your mind gets all fuzzy because of how good jake is making you feel. jake giggles through your cunt making you shut your eyes, brows arching closer to each other.
your face contorts out of pleasure.
jakeâs hand rests at your thighs and massages it gently. you can feel a hand carding your hair, brushing it off your pretty face.
your eyes pry open when jake pulls away.
âsorry, angel. weâll move you a bit so you can suck jay.â heeseung caught your attention. heâs already near the bed too.
when your eyes look at jay, heâs already taking off his boxers as they slightly drag you towards the corner of the bed. jay dives his head and kissed you on your lips while fondling on your exposed tits.
âuhm,â you moaned. he gave it a few more suck then tugs it lightly using his teeth as he pulls away, making you yelp.
âsuck my dick, baby. letâs get you busy.â jay mumbles and places his shaft near your face.
jake then continues eating you, making you squirm again. he pushes your thighs wider, doesnât giving you any chance to close it. he wants to take his time, eating and enjoying how you whimper in pleasure. the way you look pained, but he knew pretty well that heâs making you feel so good.
âhowâs the view from there, hoon?â jay shouted, taunting his friend.
your eyes shifted at the sofa while jay enters your mouth. sunghoonâs dark eyes are darted at you while he sexily huffs on his cigarette. its taking everything of him not to get in between. he couldnât help but feel so aroused by the sight of his own friends using you.
he remained silent and just watch from afar. jay scoffs then narrows his brows when his cock reaches the inside of your mouth. it feels so warm and soft, something that drives him crazy.
âfuck.â he curses and started to thrust on his own liking.
while jake laps your pussy and jay fucks your mouth, heeseung takes off all his clothes. he position himself on your other side then grabs your hand.
âyou arenât forgetting about me now, are you angel?â his taunting voice rings over your head and you mumbled something, causing vibration straight to jayâs throbbing cock.
âoh just like that, baby.â he groans and continues pistoning his hips towards you.
heeseung gave a few strokes to his dick before leaning to give you a kiss on the lips as well. it lasted for a few more seconds until he pulls away so you can give him a hand job.
âoh, yeah. just like that.â heeseung mumbles as he watch you all occupied with them.
he cannot help but to feel very excited at the view. how your eyes are tear stained yet still do as they say. its giving a satisfaction he couldnât get from anything. he was certain youâre the only one who can give it to him, to them.
jake chuckes and giggles mischievously while tongue buried deep inside your wet hole. his chin wet with your juices and his saliva. it was heaven for him to see you squirm uncontrollably because of pleasure.
âu-ugh!â your mouth hugs jayâs big dick tighter that made him groan in pleasure, your hand too tightens around heeseungâs. it indicates that you are nearing your first release and they all couldnât wait.
âare you near, baby?â jay asks, whimpering from his own pleasure.
you nodded continuously, slightly losing your mind at the climax youâve been anticipating.
âiâm near too, baby. letâs cum together.â jay groans and grind even harder, chasing you.
âgive it to me, sweetheart.â jake fucks into your cunt using his two fingers, tongue attached on your hole, waiting for that sweet juice heâs been dying for.
heeseung brushes your hairs off from your face, making sure to fist them so it wonât cover your pretty features. he loves staring and watching you whimper in pleasure. beads of sweat forms on your forehead and his eyes travels down your tits boucing slightly due to jake finger fucking you.
he leans and puts your nipple inside his mouth, sucking and twirling his hot tongue on the tip, making you feel dizzy.
ânghhh,â your thighs shakes and tries to move away from jakeâs lips but he held you firm, making sure you have nowhere to go. sucking and taking all of your juices.
the sensation making your eyes rolls at the back of your head. jay, too reached his climax and shoot at the depth of your hot mouth, cursing and growling.
âsuch a good girl.â he says and leans to give you a kiss on your cheeks. âpretty baby.â he added and placed another kiss.
once done harvesting your cum, jake stood up and licks his lips with a grin on his face.
âget on fours. iâll fuck you doggystyle.â he says and grabs your hand to help you get up from laying down. he knew youâre still in trance from the recent release.
heeseung gently press your palm to catch your attention. he arched his brows while glancing softly at your direction. jay brushes your hair away and wiped off the sweat.
âyou good, angel? still with us?â heeseung asks and help you position yourself.
you nod your head once, head still fuzzy. heeseung chuckles, finding you adorable and kisses your shoulder once.
âyouâre so hot, sweetheart.â jake and smacks your butt cheeks. you yelp slightly at the impact. it stings a bit but it oddly feels so good.
jake groans and cupped both your butt and leans in to kiss it, biting it.
âcalm down, dude.â jay chuckles and swat his arms which he answered with a giggle.
your ears are still ringing from all of that when a hand started to gather your hair. it was sunghoon and heâs looking at you with slight worry in his eyes.
âiâll just tie your hair, doll.â you nodded and he did his best to put away those lose hairstrands out of your face.
you smiled at him softly and mumbled âthank youâ, which you doubt he heard. he sighs and leans in to kiss you once on your lips before walking back near jay.
âperfect. suck my dick this time, okay?â heeseung says and positions himself in front of you.
a small nod is what you gave him and he smirks, pinching your cheeks because he find you cute this way. all submissive and sweaty.
âready? iâm going in.â jake says from behind and heeseung just nods his head.
you moaned the moment you felt jake pushing his dick inside of you, stretching you in the process. his thick veiny cock slowly disappears. just half of it and heâs already going crazy. he missed this feeling. he missed feeling you around him, suffocating and taking all of his length.
âfuck, youâre so tight.â he groans and couldnât wait anymore as he did a hard thrust, reaching it deep.
your eyes widen at the sudden visitor making your mouth gap as well. heeseung took this chance to enter your mouth and he let out muffled curses because of how hot your lips feels around him. his brows narrowed closer to each other.
âshit.â he curses and take his time rutting his dick over your mouth. he was fighting back not to go too hard as he wants to go slow.
on the other hand, jakeâs the opposite. heâs going fast and deep making you see stars. you tried hard to keep on all fours, but you can feel your knees losing its strength, along with your arms.
as jake started to take it faster, making sure heâs hitting every delicious places inside you, heeseung decided to catch pace with him. the room was filled with your moans and the erotic slapping sounds of your bodies colliding each other.
âiâm f-fucking close...â jake hissed and laid his tongue out sexily. heeseung smirks and gets more aggressive on using your mouth to chase his own orgasm.
âme too.â heeseung.
you moaned and tightens your cunt and lips when you felt your own climax approaching. jakeâs breath became more heavy at the pleasure your hole is making him feel.
âfuck you feel so good like this, sweetheart.â he groans and slaps your butt then leans down to kiss your back, making sure to suck on the skin to leave a mark. his mark.
âso good for me.â he says, almost out of breath. âso damn good for all of us.â
and a few more deep thrust, jake released his hot cum inside you. heeseung throws his head back, cumming inside your mouth. the three of you are catching your breaths while he both tries to catch your highs. heeseung strokes your cheeks gently.
your knees gaves in and body collided to heeseungâs soft white sheets. jay steps in and made sure youâre all right.
âtired, angel?â heeseung whispered, smiling while looking at your shut eyes and breathing heavily.
jake pulls out, some of his cum dripping out from your hole. he kneels down to see it more clearly and groans at the sight of it. he licks two of his fingers and slides it in your hole, shoving his cum back. it made you jolt and moan, feeling too much.
he chuckles, âyou did good for me, sweets.â his eyes a lot more softer than before. he seems to calm down now.
âweâre not done yet.â heeseung mumbles that you responded with a light groan.
he ignored it and laid back at the edge of his bed, feet touching the floor.
âride me, angel.â he held your arm to guide you over his lap. you needed some help and the other boys were quick to assist you.
âtoo t-tired..â you manage to say. heeseung placed a chaste kiss at your cheeks.
âits okay, iâll do the work.â he assures you.
jake smirks meeting eyes with heeseung. he taps jayâs shoulder and tilted his chin towards the two of you.
âletâs do it, jay.â jake says excitedly. âfuck her other hole.â and he trudges towards heeseungâs side drawer.
sunghoon stood up with furrowed brows.
âwhat the fuck do you mean? we never tried it before.â he steps in. âare you sure she can handle that today?â
jake rolls his eyes and glanced at his friend for a while. he taps his chest and raised the bottle of lube. âyes. iâm sure our girl can handle it.â
âright, sweets?â he asks you.
you are not at the proper state of mind to respond or comprehend what theyâre talking about. your mind is too clouded with pleasure and the overstimulation is taking away your capability to understanding anything.
âangel?â heeseung gently calls you.
âhmm?â you hummed.
he chuckles, âjay and i are going to fuck you at the same time. is that okay?â
jokes on them because you canât even process anything. a nod is all you gave them. sunghoon gulped, a bit nervous but he canât deny that heâs also looking forward to it. heâs so sure youâll look so alluring having both your holes filled.
âsee? sheâs our big girl.â jake smirks and squats down to prep your hole. they donât really need a lot of the lube as youâre so wet from what jake just did moments ago and because youâre too aroused.
âdamn, so tight.â he mumbles after sliding his index finger inside as a test.
jay gulped, totally salivating. he pushes his friend away and positions himself.
âjust make sure to take it slow, man.â sunghoon reminded him, now starting to discard his clothes one by one.
âw-what...â youâre slowly going back to your senses, but it was too late.
heeseung slides his cock inside your pussy as jay puts the tip in front of your butt hole. your eyes slightly grow big and worry flashes your pretty face.
âh-huh?â youâre about to look back when jake cups your face. he smiles sweetly and kisses your lips.
âdonât be scared, sweets. weâll make sure you will feel good, okay?â his gaze too soft and hypnotizing.
its not that you donât want it. for the past months that youâve been under these boys, theyâve already corrupted you. behind those innocent looking eyes you flashes them is the dark desire of having them all to yourself.
sunghoon soon came into your view, âitâll be all right, doll.â he smiles and held your hand.
âhere i come, baby.â jayâs low voice ringed from behind you and as he says, he pushes forward.
âugh,â you groaned, hurting from the fresh stretch.
heeseung starts to slowly fuck from below you, just to ease some of the pain youâre going through.
âi-it hurts...â your eyes starts tearing up.
sunghoon glared at jake. âdid you even put enough lube?â he hissed at his friend.
jake caress your cheeks, âi did! its suppose to hurt, sweets. just like the first time when sunghoon took you.â he reminded with a slight bitterness on his tone.
sunghoon ignored his friend comments and focused on comforting you. he leans in and attached his lips on yours, tongue messily dancing with each other.
âfuck, so tight...â jay groaned, eyes shut from the pleasure of being squeezed inside you.
âher cunt is getting more tighter too, jay. keep going.â heeseungâs brows are narrowed from pleasure.
the sting is still there, but it became more tolerable as heeseung dicks you from below and sunghoon making out with you. eventually, theyâre sliding in and out smoothly.
âoh m-my gosh..â your eyes rolled at the back of your head from the intense pleasure you are having.
you cannot describe it. the way their big dicks are drilling you are making you crazy, feels like heaven.
âfuck.â jay and heeseung cursed hardly as they fuck you in sync.
jake salivates just by watching you getting used by them. you look beautiful. you look so hot. and you are his. you belong to them.
âiâm getting close, hyung.â jay growls and kept on rutting his cock inside you.
âme too.â heeseung leans and capture your breast to suck it.
âso good for us. such a good girl.â jay mumbles.
sunghoon pulls away to watch. âfuck.â
âyouâre so good, sweetheart.â jake whispers beside your face. you smiles and moans, trying to keep your eyes open to look at him.
your free hand reaches over his handsome face and cares it, âk-kiss me, jake.â his eyes darken and without hesitation he gaves in to your request.
a few moments, jay and heeseung came inside your holes together with you. both of your legs shakes and body collapsing on top of heeseung, panting so hard.
heeseung breaths in, taking your sweet scent. he pulls your face closer to make out as he kept sliding his dick inside, fucking his cum back.
your eyes already closed and almost passing out. he kisses your cheeks and smiles.
âjust one more, angel. can you do it for us?â he asks gently.
you nodded your head and he smiles, âgood girl.â
sunghoon helps you to get off from heeseung so he can replace him. jake made sure youâre stable enough as you straddle his lap. jay squats to clean you as his, heeseungâs and jakeâs cum drips all over the place.
âhey,â sunghoon calls softly and cups both of your cheeks. he tries to search for your eyes.
âjust one more, doll.â
you nodded your head, âp-please.â
âplease what, pretty?â
âplease make me feel g-good.â you look drunk on lust because youâre starting to sound demanding.
the boys chuckles, finding you adorable this way. sunghoon smiles, relieved that you seem to be fine. just exhausted.
âdefinitely, love.â he whispers. âthatâs what weâre all here for, doll. to make you feel good.â and he kissed your cheeks.
jake leans in and kisses your shoulderblades. âiâll fuck you too, sweets. okay?â
you nodded your head and props your head asking for a kiss. he chuckles and gave in, dropping a quick peck on your swollen lips.
âhold on tight on sunghoon, hmm?â heeseungâs back beside you.
you nodded and placed both of your hands on sunghoonâs broad shoulders. jay went inside the bathroom to start running a warm bath for you.
âiâll enter now.â sunghoon says and slides inside your pussy.
both of you moaned. jakeâs eyes darken as he position himself behind you, his aching tip dying to enter your other hole.
âhere i come, sweets.â and smoothly slides in as well. the three of you are a moaning mess.
your mind all blank and youâre starting to see stars already. the two of them fucked you rough and fast, not giving any mercy. the way they rutt their dicks are different from how they console you moments ago. they went fast, like theyâre chasing something.
âfuck, pussy so good.â sunghoon moans and kisses your shoulders, he opens his mouth then buries his fangs on your skin. oddly, it added to the pleasure.
âoh shit... so good sweetheart.â jakeâs brows draws closer to each other as he focuses on the view of his cock sliding inside your butt hole. it was so hot. the hottest thing heâs ever seen.
it went for a few more minutes. your moans and the skin slapping each other echoes through the whole room. it was so good. so damn good that you almost pass out due to too much pleasure and tiredness.
âiâm cumming.â sunghoon was the first one to announce.
âme too, dude!â jake and he reaches over your clit to rub it.
ânnghh,â you moaned, unable to even utter a single word anymore.
âsheâs choking me inside. sheâs close, jake. fuck faster.â sunghoon hissed and the two of them did it.
a few more seconds and they shoot their hot cums inside. jakeâs panting so hard, so is sunghoon. you completely fall over sunghoonâs body, eyes close shut.
âdoll?â sunghoon calls out between his heavy breaths.
you didnât respond so he slightly pulls away to check on you. he saw youâre already pass out so he smiled and kisses your cheeks gently.
âyou did good, doll.â he whispers.
jake pulls out and before cleaning himself, he grabbed the towel from jay and cleaned you. he leans over your face to kiss you softly with a warm smile on his face. âyou did so well, sweets.â
jay brushes away some hairs that sticked onto your pretty face, âthank you, baby. you did so well.â he whispers.
sunghoon helped putting you over heeseungâs arms and he walks inside the bathroom where the warm bath is waiting for you.
you groaned, âweâll just clean you before you rest, angel.â he assured and gently placed you at the bathtub.
you can feel your whole body aching, mind still fuzzy after all you did. despite everything, one question plays inside your mind.
âwhat are you for them?â
tricky one too. youâre dying to know, but at the same time youâre scared to find out. most of the times they are mean to you, makes you feel like their toy. but after how they acted moments ago, it raised confusion. a slight hope that they indeed care for you as much as you care for them ignites inside you.
you tried shoving that thought off. youâre too tired. maybe youâll ask them later. for now, youâre going to rest because they surely pushed you to your limit.
heeseung stares at your pretty face then smiles and caress your cheeks, âyou did so well for us, angel.â and kisses you once on your lips.
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âroomatesâ with satoru gojo
 this is part five of my kinktober event!
word count: 2.3k
warnings: nsfw, roomate au, fingering, gojo has a nasty mouth, pwp!, virgin reader, overstim. (18+ mdni!)
notes: i love the idea of actor and roomate gojo so much,,, may talk about it later. uploading early again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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having the satoru gojo as your roommate is quite the experience.
it was oddâ
you had known satoru in college, always somehow getting stuck in the same overflow housing on campus. you had gotten to know each other well, being forced to live with the other off and on. after he had gotten his degree in dramaâand you got your degree in a successful STEM majorâhe proposed moving in together. you needed a place off campus, and he needed someone to room with, because rent was too high for him to afford on his own as a budding actor.
things were fine for a while, daily routines consisted of seeing one another regularly. but then satoru had his first big gig. he disappeared for months, needed for a last minute replacement. he told you about the role; a younger version of a strongâno, the strongestâsorcerer. apparently, he got to play his part in a dramatic friendship breakup, which you figured perfectly suited the way satoru acted normally.
his fame quickly rose, with the series being released only a few months later. after that, satoru never really came around all that often; you saw him maybe twice a month, if you got lucky. but even after that, satoru stayed in the apartment. you didnât mind, honestly, he kept up with his side of the rent plus some.
but the really odd part?
your social media feed.
every social wouldnât shut up about himââupcoming star, satoru gojo makes an impact in new tv series,â âheâs so hot, iâd let him do whatever he wanted,â âI NEED HIM,â
and yeah, maybe curiosity got the best of you when you searched up the fanfictionâbut hey, people seemed like they would kill to be in your position. the creative minds of those online made you see your goofy, struggling artist of a roommate in a different light. the way they wrote about his chest, and how smooth and toned it is, or his sparkly blue eyes and how they could make clothes fall of with just a look. recently, satoru had shared in an interview his fingers are 6 inches, and boy did people go feral over that.
they focused on every part. his soft fingertips, and how lengthy his fingers actually are the more you look at them. the subtle veins that ran over the back of his hand and up his arm. his middle and ring finger, how nicely they slide in and out, hitting that spot, coaxing you towardâ
âwhatcha readinâ?â
the abrupt question shocks you out of your trance, making you yelp and practically throw your phone across the room. it lands face down beside your vanity, earning a loud thud when it hits the floor. your heart speeds up as you turn to face your roommate, internal temperature rapidly rising.
âjesus, satoru! what are you doing home?â you ask, praying that he wouldnât take it upon himself to grab your phone for you.
âitâs my apartment, too, yâknow,â he retorts, throwing his hands on his hips dramatically. âiâm gonna be here for a few days, if you donât mind.â every word off his tongue is laced in sarcasm. itâs annoying.
and just as you try to reply, gojo swoops to the other side of the room to grab your phone, intently staring at the screen before you can even say, âstop!â you want to run away because you just know heâs reading pure filth about himself that you looked up. but you find yourself unable to move whatsoever, only able to watch in horror as your roommate reads fanfiction about himself. immediately, a sly grin overcomes satoruâs expression, and his eyes flicker from the phone to you over his sunglasses.
âthis is pretty detailed stuff,â satoru teases. youâre able to tell he is in fact reading whatever you had pulled up on your phone, because heâs taking his sweet time scrolling and reading through all the divine things said about his hands.
âstop, satoru,â you whine, pathetically reaching for your phone. gojo holds it out of your reach, of course, and even though you almost came to grab your phone that was almost touching the ceiling, you canât quite reach it. âplease just go away,â you sigh, giving up and flopping back down on your mattress. you can only look on, still mortified, as satoru continues scrolling.
after a few heavy minutes and some more comments on your choice of fiction to read, he throws your phone back on the bed next to you, placing his hands on his hips once more.
âhow long were you gonna keep that from me?â
ânever really planned on telling you, satoru. leave me alone.â you reply, grabbing your phone so itâs out of gojoâs reach.
âyou couldâve just askedâ,â
âgo awayâhuh?â you furrow your brows and look at the taller man, whoâs sassily posed next to your bed, âdonât fuck with me like that.â
âiâm not.â he assures you.
satoru wasnât joking. in fact, he had never been more serious in his life. heâd always thought you were pretty â more like drop dead, breathtakingly beautiful â but never mustered up the courage to talk to you about it. you were his friend, his roommate. he didnât want to scare you off. but all chances of him not scaring you off were thrown out the window because he knew you wanted him now.
so, yes, he did what he did with every other girlâencouraging a hot make-out session after you got over the embarrassment of what was on your phone. you hadnât had a chance to think about all those stories you read online, because it was all happening to you in real time.
with your lips in a permanent lock, satoru takes his time rubbing his hands all over your body, grabbing your waist, flipping up the skirt you had worn in the previous hours to run errandsâ
âwait,â you labored out, breathing heavy as you pushed your roommateâs shoulders away from you, âiâve neverâi havenâtâŠâ your words are tripping over themselves into silence as you try to explain to your â gorgeous, famous, actor â roommate that youâre a virgin.
queue satoruâs head almost exploding. he swears then and there that his nose shouldâve started to bleed, and his face turned an awful shade of red at the news. it was unfathomable in his mind that you, his smoking-hot roommate, was a virgin. he swore he saw you come home with your ex-boyfriend plenty of timesâŠbut maybe you were saving yourself, or something.
âstop looking at me like that. you were a virgin too.â you scoff at his ogling, crossing your arms over your chest. youâre still trapped against your headboard, the sheer size of satoru making you stay in one place. your legs are draped over his thighs, not quite straddling but close enough for him to feel the heat radiating off of your clothed pussy.
âdo you want me to finger you?â
the crude question rolls off his tongue with ease, and you smack his shoulder with the palm of your hand in return. but again, heâs being serious. it takes you a few seconds to realize heâs being serious, he wants to finger you and itâs written all over his face.
after a few moments and shocked blinks, you nod your head.
satoruâs nosebleed actually happens whenever he gets you in position; youâre laid back with your legs on top of his, knees pressing into his waist. he just stares in utter disbelief at how cute and sexy you look, flustered all because of him. he runs the pad of his thumb over the mound in your panties, relishing in how soft, warm and damp you are. he canât take his eyes away from how his thumb presses into the flesh, pushing down just to watch how his thumb gets swallowed by it.
âsatoruâyour nose is bleeding,â you gruffly state, snapping the white-haired man back to reality. one hand stays pressed to you while he lifts the other one to wipe under his nose with the back of his wrist.
low and behold, a few droplets of blood smear on the back of his wristâbut heâs too entranced by you to care. he looks back in your eyes, wiping his face with his shirt grossly.
âiâm okayâcan i take them off?â satoru asks, almost politely if he wasnât bleeding from the nose at how horny he is. his fingers hook into the waistband, eagerly awaiting your nervous little nod that you give him. he rips the thin fabric off your legs, taking it upon himself to lift you up and move your legs so he can toss your panties to the side of the room.
your immediate response is to snap your thighs together, but satoru quickly stops you and holds your legs open, forcing you to show your most intimate area to him. he drools over how pretty it looks, folds spread open and glistening, a perfect display of anatomy. heâs in love with the view alone. a prominent tent pokes in his sweatpants, but he ignores the feeling to focus on the task at hand.
âstop staring,â you meekly speak up, eyes looking anywhere else but at your celebrity roommate.
satoruâs bright irises look up at you before asking, âcan i?â with the looks of a child begging for a piece of candy. after another quick, nervous nod, satoru swipes his thumb over your hole, then all the way up to over your clit. the sensation makes you wriggle and gasp, itâs odd being touched by someone elseâbut it feels good, even better than alone. natural lubrication practically drips off your pussy, so prettily, and satoru continues dragging his thumb up and down, paying close attention to how you whimper or move around when he gets to the bundle of nerves poking out.
you feel particularly needy at his ministrations, theyâre so slow and it leaves you aching for more when he moves to less sensitive parts of your cunt. every time your eyes flash to gojo, heâs completely locked on whatâs between your plush thighs, making you all the more embarrassed. embarrassment is thrown away, though, when his middle and ring fingers close together and creep up to slowly rub your clit.
your body jolts and satoru silently giggles, god, youâre so sensitive for him, he might go insane. he finds it simply endearing how well you react to him. each small circle he draws over your bud makes your thighs twitch and hole clench, and from his view, he can see it all perfectly. satoruâs eyes look up at you for once, just to see your head thrown back on the pillow and your bottom lip tucked between your teeth to silence yourself.
âdonât be quiet, babe,â he says, and your eyes snap open to be brought back to reality.
âwhâuuht?â you drawl, mind hazy and foggy from just the little bit of pleasure he was providing. but as your mouth is open, he speeds his fingers up, forcing you to practically yell out, âsatoruâwait!â
âi wanna hear you,â gojo taunts, his voice light and happy, not at all giving the impression he was playing with your cunt.
he does not wait, or slow down, he only continues to quicken the pace of which his fingers circle your clit. he feels accomplished when you finally begin to let out little moans and suck in air through your teeth, knowing the feeling of his finger pads was becoming all too much. this was the type of thing he lived forâmaking cute, inexperienced girls (you) lose their mind from pleasure.
itâs the type of pleasure that you werenât able to achieve yourself; it made the bottoms of your feet tingle, and your legs move on their ownâand the familiar feeling of an orgasm was quickly building up. the knot in your lower abdomen grows tighter and more intense, making you whine and thrash below your roommate.
satoruâs other hand comes down to prod his index finger at your tight hole, an unfamiliar feeling to youâespecially as itâs being done by someone else. he pushes his finger in, causing another yelp to come from the back of your throatâbut it doesnât hurt. gently fucking you with just the tip of his finger, satoruâs hand focused on your clit speeds up more.
âmmâsatoru, think iâm close,â your words are rushed as you warn him, but his movements donât falter in the slightest.
âyeah? gonna cum on my fingers?â he teases, âgonna cream all my hand?ââand if you werenât already so close, you wouldâve kicked him out at the taunting. instead, you throw your arms over your face and try your best to hold back the feelingâwanting it to last as long as possible. he slowly pushes his finger in more and more, gradually coming to fuck you with one thin, long finger. the first bit heâs fully inside, itâs uncomfortable, but the pressure fades the more he plays with you. the bubble of your orgasm grows and grows until youâre about to topple over the edge.
âiâm gonna cum,â the words come out your mouth in a long, sultry stringâ satoruâs never heard anyone sound so good while telling him that.
âyeah, thatâs itâcome on, baby,â satoru encourages you, his voice having dropped multiple octaves to sound a million times more sexy â far from the satoru youâd come to know. his words force the orgasm to crash over you, your body continually jolting and stutteringâbeginning to fight satoru because he doesnât stop.
âiâi finishedâstop, satoruâohmygodâ,â you stutter out, and satoru presses his elbows against your thigh, rendering you immobile.
âyouâre so sensitive, princess,â satoru teases again, and you catch his eyes in a downright primal stare,
âgonna make you cum on my fingers again, baby.â
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I have such a specific idea for poly marauders so please bare with me .
James and Sirius were out to a fancy party and they come home early to see reader and remus having sex in the kitchen , remus has her spread on the table while he fucks her and she arches her back and sees sirius through blurry vision and calls his name, remus doesnât notice them so he thinks shes calling her other boyfriends name â wrong boyfriend sweetheart â so he fucks her harder until she calls his name â there you go loveâ.
You could continue this however you would like Maybe james and Sirius join them. I also love the idea that after everything when theyâre showering she reassure remus and says something like â itâs hard to think of anything else when Iâm around you , youâre all consuming â and the boys agree THATS SO CUTE.
Iâm so sorry that this is long and graphic.
Say My Name // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader
A/N: Whoever you are, anon, I thank you for giving me this request because, holy shit, it has turned me (and Remus) absolutely feral, and I have no regrets.
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, werewolf troupes, feral remus lupin, dom/sub undertones, possessive sex, size difference/kink (!), praise kink, dirty talk, self-confidence issues, gentle touching/kissing, rough oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, overstimulation, table sex, manhandling, multiple orgasms, crying, body worship, anxiety attack (nearly), restraints, blindfold, begging, aftercare :)))
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âYou both look so damn handsome!â you admire dreamily with a thick lace of sarcasm as you tighten the burgundy scarf around Siriusâ neck. The mischievous glint in those twinkling grey eyes brightened as he rolled them in jest, matching the doting smirk on his full lips. âMaybe you should forgo the leather jackets more often for the waistcoatsâ, you say with a lustful undertone to your words as you look up at him through your lashes.
âHmm, you think so?â he asks, dipping his height ever so slightly so that he could press his lips to yours in a surprisingly gentle kiss that still managed to pull desire in your abdomen as you leaned in for more but whined as he stood back to full height and straightened the waistcoat you loved so very much.
From behind you at the entrance to the bathroom, James was attempting to knot his bowtie when he wondered, âAre you sure you both donât want to come with us? We each can have a plus one, which means thereâs room for two. We donât mind being fashionably lateâ. Glancing over your shoulder, you took in his slick attire that also caused warmth to bloom beneath your cheeks. A simple black jacket shaped perfectly for his slim waist, a crisp white shirt beneath and a matching shade of burgundy to Sirus was the colour for his tie.
The matching colours were an idea of Remusâ, who was lounging across the mammoth bed, his long legs stretched out beneath him with one ankle crossed over the other. He watched James intently, the corner of his eye twitching at the messy-haired Marauder's attempts to tie his bowtie.
Remus stood and approached him, batting away Jamesâ fingers as he began to do the job for him. You watched them fondly before answering the unanswered question. âNo, itâs ok, James. Remus and I have a lovely night filled with a romantic home-cooked meal and a fancy bottle of wine. Who knows where the night may take us? Might end in some lovely⊠hand holdingâ, you say with a simple shrug to your shoulders, returning to straightening the already pristine waistcoat of Sirius.
âOh yeah? Some strong hand-holding, Moony, is that what youâve got planned? You might need to up your gameâ, Sirius jokes under his breath as he watches your fingers closely with a dipped head.
Remus snorted, smiling to himself, knowing that your night would be filled with anything but hand-holding, especially as the hours ticked closer to the following day. It was approaching the full moon, not tomorrow but the next day, but that didnât matter as the changes were already beginning to affect Remus, and it all started with his desire for possession.
The wolf in Remus took a keen liking to you, even from all those years ago when you met the Marauders on the train to Hogwarts. It was an obsession, a need that devoured him completely to be with you. It had been described to you like a mating. Remusâ wolf thought you were his mate; therefore, as the gap between Remusâ and the wolfâs mind thinned with the full moon, the desire would take hold of Remus. There was still the deep, adoring love that he held for James and Sirius, and thankfully, this stopped him from ever deeming them a threat against your love, but others? Well, thatâs where the danger lay, and therefore, it was easier for everyone if you and Remus stayed in for the night rather than have a territorial wizard with werewolf anger in a room full of people.
âRemember to please be safe out there tonight. Donât do anything I wouldnât do, and for the love of Merlin, James, please donât drink and fly again. Iâm not having another incident like last timeâ.
âYes, Mumâ, James grumbles sarcastically as Sirius chuckles under his breath.
âIâll make sure that Prongs is on his best behaviourâ, Sirius reasons with you as his hands come to rest around your waist, pulling you ever so gently closer.
âGoodâ, you say promptly, whilst curling a piece of his long hair around your fingers before reaching up to kiss his lips with a fierce press. âYou look so handsome tonight,â you try to praise him as your mouths are still kissing together.
âDonât I always?â he responds cheekily, earning a half-hearted eye-roll as he eases away, swapping places with James so that he can say goodbye to Remus and James with you.
Your fingers automatically try to tangle through Jamesâ hair, attempting to flatten out the messy strands, but after a couple of minutes of attempts, James tugs you by your wrists. âI donât know why you even bother; you know my hair will just stay messy. Anyway, doesnât it add to my roguish good looks?â he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he gives you a broad grin whilst kissing each of your palms.
Your fingers cup his freshly shaved cheeks, caressing the smooth skin as you say, âI hope you have fun tonightâ, whilst leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him with as much vigour as you could hear from the groans across the room with Sirius and Remus.
James sighed into the kiss, one hand matching yours by resting along your cheek and the other on your lower back as his lips pecked across your face until hovering next to your ear. âIf you need us to come back, just send a note as we taught you; two flicks of your fingers and it should disappear, and weâll come back straight awayâ.
Nodding your head in understanding, James kissed your cheek quickly before standing up to his full height and looking over at the other two men. âSirius, take your tongue from Moonyâs mouth; we must go!â
You tried to stifle your laughter as the two men pulled away from each other with rosy cheeks and wet lips.
Sirius and James disappeared with a flurry of green fire through the flu network installed in your shared home's kitchen. Remus turned to you with a heartwarming smile as he asked, âShall we put some music on and start with dinner, love?â
You left it in Remusâ capable hands to find suitable music on his record player, and it ended up being a medley of David Bowie, which you were always happy to listen to. The two of you worked in unison to cook a beautiful roast dinner, moving around one another without getting in the way but making sure to remain at arm's length. Lingering touches to arms or backs, sipping slowly on the bottle of wine as Remus sang along to Bowie under his breath. Youâd told him he could sing louder as you wanted to hear him, but he simply smiled and kissed your cheek, like he was embarrassed at being caught, but it was a rare day where Remus Lupin was embarrassed about anything.
The dinner was beautifully cooked, and there was enough for many more people than just you and Remus. Soon enough, you were stuffed full, thankful for deciding to wear a loose dress today with your expanded stomach. Remus was still eating as you sat and slowly digested your food, talking idly about fond memories from Hogwarts and how your work had been this week. Just anything domestically happy that the two of you could as you shifted closer in your seat so that his large scarred palm could rest on your thigh and your fingers interlock over the back of his hands.
âItâs a rare time when it gets to be just the two of usâ, Remus muses, his hand squeezing your fingers and thighs as he pushes away his empty plate, his eyes solely focused on you.
âItâs been nice. As much as I love having all four of us together, sometimes itâs hard to keep up and give each of you all my attention, so when it's just one-on-one, it feels so intimate, wouldnât you agree?â
His eyes softened as he nodded, âI definitely agree. You look so beautiful tonight, by the way. Have I told you that?â
Warmth filled your cheeks as you looked away to the glass of wine in your other hand. Even after all these years, one small compliment from Remus felt like the world, and it wasnât the first time he had said that tonight; heâd said it every other sentence, but that didnât hinder the giddy feeling from spreading in your chest.
âYou, Mr Lupin, are a smooth talkerâ, you say, drinking a sip of your wine, ignoring his growing smile. Placing the glass onto the table, you shifted closer to Remus, resting a hand on his chest as you realised how much time had passed over the night. âSo pudding, what would you like? I think we have some ice cream in the freezer, or if youâre lucky, James would have left us a couple of slices of his mumâs cake from yesterdayâ.
Remus didnât answer immediately as you realised he was just silently watching you with the beautiful twinkle back in his eye, a curve to his lips that you itched to caress with your thumb. But then, he shifted forward in his seat so you were only mere inches from your faces touching, and the soft flop of his mousey brown hair fell into his eyes. âYouâre so pretty, Remusâ, you admire and then hold back a giggle as his cheeks flare with colour at your compliment.
âPretty and scarredâ, he muttered in response, cupping your wrist and bringing your fingers to his lips so he could kiss them carefully.
Your automatic response was to shout at him. It wasnât that he had said anything remotely negative, but you knew the self-conscious thoughts that laced his words that he rarely spoke but still thought. You wanted to remind him of the hundreds of times he had ever scolded you for making negative comments about yourself or any self-doubt. Still, if you did, you knew it would ruin the positive mood for the night, so you wanted to continue with words of affirmation.
Closing the gap between each other, you kissed the tip of his nose whilst cupping both cheeks, paying specific attention to the thick pink scar that ran down from his temple, over his brow and his cheek. âI love you, scars and allâ.
Remusâ tension seemed to ease from his shoulders as he breathed lightly out of his nose, his face lowering to rest on your shoulder as you held him for a moment before he began to stand and offered a hand, âWhat about a dance mâlady, then Iâll find you something sweet to suck on for desertâ.
Ignoring the innuendo, you grinned up at him, placing your hand into his much larger palm. James and Sirius had lessons growing up from their families on how to dance for special balls they were forced to attend. You and Remus, on the other hand, were utterly clueless, but this only added to the joy and laughter as you both clumsily tried not to step on the other's toes or twirl without knocking into furniture.
Youâd laughed so hard that a stitch formed in your side, causing the vivid dance to settle into a light sway. Your head rested on Remus's shoulder as his cheek pressed against the top of your head, arms around your shoulder as he lightly sang the next Bowie song.
Everything was perfect, especially as his rough fingertips danced up the nape of your neck, carefully tipping your head back so that you were now staring up into his kind eyes, his lips no longer moving along to the lyrics as he licked them carefully, moistening them before dipping his head. The kiss was as gentle as his hands now cupping your face, and you wondered for a moment if you were lightheaded from holding your breath in anticipation or from the effects of having your boyfriend kissing you.
Remus was soft, lovely and perfect as he eased away to put a gap between your mouths, but only so that he could adjust his position by keeping one hand on your jaw and the other around your waist before taking your breath away once more. Instantly, your body rose to the tips of your toes to be closer to him and firm the kiss.
The breath youâd both been holding released, noses pressing into each other's cheeks as the warm air tickled your ears. His tongue teased the seam of your lips, and as you relaxed into the kiss, many things seemed to happen at once.
The grandfather clock in the living room chimed midnight, and the soft Remus youâd been carefully kissing and exploring with your lips was now firmly gripping the back of your thighs, lifting you whilst simultaneously stepping towards the table as you squealed in shock, desperately gripping his shoulders for support.
Plates and glasses smashed onto the floor as Remus shoved aside the lovely table setting so that there was a firm blank canvas for you to be led on.
âWoah, Remus, just give me a minute.â You try to reason with him to at least get your bearings. Having been standing up two seconds ago, you were now led on your back with your boyfriend having become frantic with his actions. His shoulders shook with restraint, and his eyes didnât lift from the edge of your skirt as he reached for the material. Not only this, but the brightness in his eyes had one, replaced with sinful hunger.
âNeed you-â he muttered with a gruffness that hadnât been there moments ago.
This was why youâd decided to stay in. Sometimes, Remus would curl around your body with the need to simply just breathe you in and declare that you were his; heâd become somewhat feral.
The fire in your body scorched to life as the need seeped into your core. As lovely as it had been, seeing him like this just did something to you. You wanted him just as desperately.
Frantically, you tried to help him lift up your skirt, but he was in control, pushing the material and tearing it in places with his firm grip until your legs and underwear-covered pussy were revealed. For a moment, it looked like he was going to dribble as you tried to reach for him to tell him to take a breath and compose himself, but all you were able to do audibly was scream out, head tipping back as Remus devoured you.
The Marauder hadnât even waited for your underwear to be removed before his mouth was on you, hands not-so-gently wrapping around your thighs to push your legs apart, the slippers youâd been wearing now flying off in different directions across the kitchen. It was like heâd not eaten a single thing all night with the way his lips and jaw moved against your most sensitive of areas.
The sensation was odd with the barrier of cotton in between your cunt and his mouth. All you had was the pressure, wetness beginning to soak through from his tongue and the overwhelming heat from his mouth. Remus moved hungrily, licking and caressing with his mouth as you lay with your arms gripping onto the edge of the table above your head.
âRem-Remus! Merlin, please donât stop!â you begged desperately, allowing your body to succumb to his touch. You couldnât even open your eyes without feeling dizzy with the sensations of his body all over your lower half as he pressed his tongue firmly against your throbbing clit, circling it with intention.
The hands on your thighs pushed harder, giving his face more room as a deep groan burned from his chest as he needed more. Still, as you whimpered from him to not stop, he stayed in place, stimulating your clit over and over again until your body was tensing with the pulses of desire from your cunt as your orgasm erupted.
His motions continued through the waves of pleasure, and even after, he carried on with his devouring, even as you verged on the edge of becoming overstimulated from the rough material of your panties rubbing against your delicate area. Remus needed more, and he was ready to take it.
The pressure on the back of your thighs suddenly disappears as he drapes your legs over his shoulders, giving you a better angle now to reach down and run your shaky fingers through his soft hair.
With your eyes firmly closed, you hadnât noticed that your underwear had been torn clean from your body, only noticing when there was no barrier between what you both wanted. Your back arched from the stimulation of him sucking on your bundle of nerves, making an obscenely wet noise as your juices and his saliva caused a heavenly mess.Â
Your legs had begun squeezing his face as you werenât able to control your body, but he didnât stop; he just simply continued to eat your pretty cunt. âPleaseâŠ.please Remusâ, you continued to beg but unsure of what as you were thoroughly warm head to toe with the effects from your last orgasm, but his playful mouth knew just the right ways to keep you at the elevated bliss.
The thickness of his tongue pressed against your throbbing hole, delving as deep as he could go before curling it and exploring the warm softness of your cunt as the tip of his nose stimulated your clit.
It was intense, primarily as his large hands now rested on your abdomen, pushing down and forcing your hips to remain against the table so that he could remain in complete control of the stimulation to your body.
Clenching relentlessly around his tongue, your body couldnât tell if it was calming down from an orgasm or having another. The overwhelming sensation caused tears to well in your eyes as the apples of your cheeks burned with heat. Everything was too much; even the clothes covering your torso felt claustrophobic as your nipples ached to be free.
âAh!â you babbled, unable to even say his name as more intense waves of pleasure rocked from your cunt as it pulsed around his tongue. The tears escaped down your cheeks as you tried to gasp for air, your body finally slumping in exhaustion against the table as Remus began to stand from where heâd been on his knees for you.
Each of your legs was carefully eased from his shoulders to dangle off the edge of the wooden surface, not that you could keep them up anyway, as your entire body felt as if it was made of jelly.
âDid so good for me, Love. Taste so fucking good, wanna try?â he asked from where he now looked down at you, hovering only inches away from your face as his fingers wiped away the evidence of the tears. You nod quickly, opening your eyes for a split second to see Remusâ dark eyes and swollen, wet lips before they were pressing against yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth and allowing you the vulgar opportunity to taste your own juices from his mouth.
âMy pretty girl tastes so goodâ, he admired, staring down at you, memorising every flicker of emotions on your face. You mewled at the compliment, nuzzling your face pathetically into his palm as he cradled your face. âWhat do you want? I want to hear you say itâ.
His tone indicated that he was teasing, which was a rare attribute for Remus as he usually just liked to do whatever he had in mind, but when he was like this, wishing to get the very most from you as his werewolf subconscious began to flicker through his thoughts.
âYou, I want you. Please!â you stress whilst trying to look up at him, fingers trembling at your side with the need to touch him somehow.
The corners of Remusâ lips tilted up as he smiled down at you, âHave I ever told you how much I love to hear you beg?â
Before you could respond, you were gasping as coolness licked over your chest as heâd swiped his wand down the centre of your clothing until it was falling off of your shoulders, and your body could be free from the confines. His eyes lowered, focused on your pebbled nipples as they begged for him to be touched, but he didnât rush to them.
Instead, Remus began the long journey of exploring the rest of your body with firm kisses and licking with the flat of his tongue. He paid special attention to your neck, as he always did this close to the full moon as his sharp teeth grazed over your pulse point, the animalistic side of his begging to bite down and mark his girl, but he restrained, knowing it would be painful for you. The last time heâd done so, heâd had a right bollocking off of James and Sirius, who prattled on about how you werenât his chew toy, even though you had insisted that it was ok.
Moving lower, Remus worshipped your breasts. He was licking the skin around the areola before drawing your nipple and some breast tissue into his mouth, sucking with enough force that the area swelled with the rush of blood. The fire in your core intensified as you gained enough energy to lift your hands and grip his shirt.
âI need you, Remus, please stop teasing meâ, you beg, but all that earned in response was an approved grunt.
âRelax, and just let me kiss youâ, he sniped with desire as you wanted to sass back but found yourself melting into the table instead. Each inch of your stomach, hips, legs, arms, everywhere he could reach in this position, he praised with his mouth until he was once again hovering above your lips. âAll I can think about is youâ, he admitted, his tone caught between hunger and pain as his thoughts were becoming too clouded by the wolfâs desire to be close to you.
Your fingers combed through his hair as you tried to sound as calming as possible, âI know, Remus, itâs ok. Iâm right here. Take meâ.
A shiver ran down his spine as he finally began to unbuckle his trousers, freeing his cock between your bodies as he rested on his elbows on either side of your face so that his face could nuzzle into your neck.
You took the honours of reaching between your legs, grasping his impressively hard cock, admiring the soft skin and veins that bulged as you pulled him closer to where you needed him most.
âTell me youâre mineâ, he begged as you directed his tip to your soaked hole.
Tilting your head so that you could kiss his cheek, you implored, âIâm yours Remus - FUCK!â
All you could do was curse and cling to him as, with one powerful thrust, the majority of his cock stretched into your pussy. You could never take his entire length unless it were through anal play, but that didnât stop him trying as the pressure became overwhelming as he nudged against your cervix.
Your thighs trembled once more as he gave you time to adjust, sighing blissfully against your neck as if he had finally found what it was that he was looking for. However, as your cunt frantically fluttered around Remus as you adjusted to the intrusion, Remus began to rut his hips in short, snapping thrusts slowly.
You groaned at the sensation and found your hips meeting his until all restraint was gone, and Remus was fucking you hard and fast.
Pushing up on his hands so that he was looking down at you, Remus fucked you hard. The table beneath you groaned just as loudly as you were as it rocked against the floor, and for a split second, you hoped it wouldnât suddenly collapse beneath you two.
Remus suddenly moved as if hearing your thoughts, widening his stance as he stood to his full height, hands on your thighs and bringing your body to the very edge of the table. In this position, he could fuck you with quick snaps of his hips. Your back arched in this new position, pleasure pouring into your soul.
However, a noise over the sound of the fucking caught your attention as the fire flickered with green flames, and you couldnât help but gasp, âSirius!â as he stepped out of the fire, followed closely by James.
Remus, still with his head hunched slightly from where he was watching you intently, growled at the name used, his gaze hardening on you as he leaned back until you looked into each other's eyes. âWrong name, Sweetheartâ, he demanded lowly, fucking into you with as power as he could, causing you to cry out and tense with the pleasure. âI only want my name coming out of your mouth, do you understand?â
âYes, Remus! Iâm sorry!â you plead with him as he fucks you harder.
âThere you go, Love. See, it wasnât so difficult, was it?â As he talks, he lifts his hands and covers your eyes so you can no longer look at Sirius or James as youâre plunged into darkness.
âDonât be too hard on her, Moonyâ, James teases from somewhere across the room as you hear him and Sirius shuffling around but are unable to see what they are doing.
Remus grunts but doesnât stop with his motions, making sure that your next orgasm is just as overwhelming and powerful as the others as your cunt clung to him for dear life, attempting to milk his balls with the powerful clenches but he didnât stop fucking you all the way through your orgasm.
Having his hand over your eyes was a disorientating position to be in, especially as he would every so often kiss your cheek or neck, savouring your soft skin before moving away so that his momentum could continue.
A hiss echoed across the room from wherever your other two boyfriends currently were, and as another whimper sounded from what you assumed was Sirius, Remus then decided it would be a good time to completely pull out of your pussy, leaving you gaping and empty.
Before you could moan, more disorientation flowed through you as his hand was removed from your face, and your body was being manhandled so that you were now being turned over on the table until your front was pressed against the wood. With a gentle kick to your ankle, Remus made room between your legs for himself and fucked into you. He was even deeper in this angle, which you didnât think was possible as his chest pressed against your back.
His and didnât return to your face, allowing you to look at your other lovers. Sirius was currently sitting on Jamesâ lap, both of their fancy clothes more dishevelled from earlier as the bowtie and scarf were off and the top buttons were undone. They stared intently at you and Remus as they touched one another. James was kissing the column of Siriusâ neck whilst his hands groped at the bulge at the front of his trousers. At the same time, Sirius was grinding his hips down on James, who you assumed had a matching bulge that was rubbing against Siriusâ arse.
âYouâre mine, Love. Arenât you? My pretty girlâ, Remus whispered with deep penetrations of his cock into your cunt.
âYes! Iâm yours, Remus! Youâre so deepâ, you proclaim with a cry as you find yourself already wanting to peak and cum over his thick dick again. However, Remus knew you just as well as you knew yourself and could feel the tightening of your soft walls and stopped all thrusting as you sobbed with the beautiful feeling washing away.
His hand eased beneath your face, holding your jaw and forcing your sight away from your boyfriend's until it was tilted to look over your shoulder at Remus. âYou only get to cum after themâ, he demands before nipping your ear love with a sharp tug of his teeth.
âMoony, you really are tense, arenât youâ Sirius jokes breathlessly as he moves more eagerly against James, whose hand is now fully inside of his boyfriend's trousers, wanking him off in time with the movements.
Thankfully it didnât take them long to cum, Sirius first with his head thrown back and trousers staining a dark colour in a little puddle. James then rutted up into Sirius a few minutes later, groaning and stilling his movements. Both breathed each other in deeply, lazily kissing and holding onto one another until your sudden gasp echoed around the room as Remus continued with his fucking.
Your head moved to drop onto the table as you accepted the fucking, but Remusâ hand remained beneath, cushioning your face from the hardness of the wooden table as his lips moved to the junction between your throat and shoulder.
With each thrust, Remus repeatedly grunted the possessive word, âMine!â until it was all you could think about. Your orgasm nearly caused you to pass out with its intensity. Juices streamed from your cunt, dripping down your thighs as waves of clenching pleasure constricted around Remusâ cock until he was forcing as much of himself as he could into you, and thick seed spurted into you. The warmth was welcomed as it soothed your pussy from the inside out as it began to trickle down your thighs, mixing with your own juices.
You were half aware of your movements, more concerned with the fact that you couldnât control the tremble and sobs as Remus pressed himself harder over your back, making you feel grounded and safe.
âShh. Slowly breathe in and out for me. Thatâs it. Slowly breathe for me again, keep going, well doneâ, Remus encouraged for some time as youâd been close to a panic attack with the overstimulation, close to tipping into the submissive headspace that would have taken them a lot longer to draw you out of.
âItâs just⊠a lotâ, you say shakily, eyes closed and absorbing every warmth he was willing to give youâ.
âI know, Iâve got you. Iâve always got youâ, he reassured calmly.
Youâre exhausted, ready to fall asleep right there on the kitchen table as you whisper, âI wanna go to sleepâ.
Remus kissed your naked shoulder, âAfter we clean you up, ok, Love?â
As Remus begins to stand, his half-hard cock slipping out of your well-used hole with a slurp and shudder from both of you, did James finally step forward whilst readjusting his softening cock in his trousers.
Squatting down next to you, his fingers tentatively caressed your cheek while keeping an eye on Remus behind you to ensure the action wouldnât trigger him somehow. âYou alright there?â James asked softly.
âMmhm. Just a little sleepyâ, you say whilst closing your eyes at the ticklish touch on your face.
Sirius stepped forward from behind James, raising his wand and pointing it to the destroyed rest of the kitchen mess, âIâll clean up here, you guys look after her, and Iâll join you in the bathroomâ.
Remus had to carry you to the bathroom as liquid drips flooded out of you and marked the direction you had been giving Sirius more to clean up. As this house was altered for the four of you, the shower was wide enough to provide you with Remus and James plenty of room to wash together.
You attempted to stand up on your own but ended up leaning heavily on Remus as James washed the remnants of the fucking from your body was skilled, careful fingers.
âYou know I didnât mean to say the wrong name, right? I just didnât expect to see them standing there and-â you begin to explain with Remus, worried heâd been upset by you saying Siriusâs name earlier.
However, his lips quickly cut you off with a simple peck, âI knowâ.
Kissing his cheek several times, you mumbled against his skin, âItâs hard to think of anything else when Iâm around you. Youâre all consuming, Remusâ.
Against your lips, you feel the heat radiating off of him in a quick burst of rare embarrassment as he actually blushed at your words.
âSheâs right, Moony. Without you, there is no us without youâ, James quips in a rare statement of sincerity.
A cough from the bathroom door catches all your attention as Sirius casually leans against the door frame, cheeks round with roast potato as he joins in with the Remus praising. âThereâs a reason why we all argue every night to see who gets to be spooned by the magnificent Remus Lupinâ.
Three of you chuckled before you asked, âAre you eating my leftovers?â
âWhat?â he says with a shrug, stepping further into the room and beginning to take off his clothing at last. âThe food was scarce at the party, and Moonyâs roasties are always so fucking goodâ.
You nod in agreement before looking up at Remus once more, who looks quite proud of himself for the flow of compliments coming his way. However, as you attempted to lean up onto your tip toes again to kiss his handsome face in some way, your knees decided they were finished holding up your way as you nearly collapsed to the floor, only stopping because of his strong arms wrapping around your waist.
âAs much as I appreciate this little pep talk, I think we need to get someone to bedâ.
Remus lay in the centre of the bed, where he rightfully deserved to be tonight with you on top of him, face resting on his chest and legs on either side of his hips as each of your hands held his. Sirius and James joined later, deciding they needed some extra alone time in the shower together, as the dry humping hadnât entirely filled that horny spot for either of them.
You were asleep by the time both men crept into bed, resting either side of you and Remus with arms spooning around your back as the three shared a kiss goodnight. âHow was your night?â Remus asked, looking between James and Sirius. âYouâre both sober, so Iâm assuming no mischief?â
âOh, Moony, like we need alcohol to cause a riot. Why do you think weâre back so early?â Sirius declares whilst flicking out the laugh and curling in closer to the warmth of bodies as Remus chuckles into the darkness.
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"Baby," Tyler croons, eyes a mixture of pitiful and amused, "It's wind."
"And it's rain," You urge, standing firmly in the doorway and refusing to budge, "I'm not driving in a storm!"
"It's not a storm," He insists, "Baby, my truck can withstand EF-4s. There's no way a little rain's gonna shake us."
"But we could spin out," You reason, "Or someone else could, and they could hit us, or an EF-5 could strike, or-"
"Or the ground could open up, swallow us whole." Tyler lowers his head, gaze steady on you as the amusement-pity deepens.
"You're right." You nod, clearly missing his sarcasm, "It's safer at home. Let's stay."
"No, that's not- what I meant." Tyler grabs your bicep, and you're useless against his strength as he drags you out towards his truck, "Baby, a tornado could whip through the farm and blow you away anytime. But y'gotta live despite all that. Come out with me, I'll drive real slow and I'll stick to the main roads."
Tyler stops to give you a boost up to the seat of his truck, his strong hands framing your hips and raising you to the lifted vehicle, "Just get all cozied up in that blanket of yours, and we can listen to your music on the way there. Nothin' that I like, none of that rowdy country stuff. M'kay baby?"
You're still nervous about driving in the rain. Maybe you always will be, no matter how many times you do it unscathed. But Tyler's eyes are soft and sweet as melted chocolate, the same color, too, and they stare pleadingly up at you where he's watching you from the ground. Slowly you settle into the seat of his truck, reaching for the blanket he keeps in his glovebox for you, and click your seatbelt firmly into place.
"I'm gonna use the harness," You warn, and Tyler reaches up to help you fasten your seatbelt despite your complete ability to do it yourself, "No making fun of me."
"Never, baby," He promises, hands lingering at your lap far after the click of the seatbelt, "You do whatever makes 'ya feel safe, and I'll handle everything else. Just a nice, slow ride into town for some hot chocolate."
"Just get in already." You plead, but it's a pity to lose contact where his hand stops squeezing your thigh, "The longer you wait, the more time I have to run back inside and hide under the bed."
The truck rocks as Tyler gets in, shutting the door firmly and gripping the steering wheel more gently than when he's tornado wrangling, "It's alright, baby. You're safe with me. And I'll get you whipped cream and marshmallows on yours for bein' so brave."
"Even though they're extra?" You glance up at him with what Tyler's pretty sure are better puppy eyes than he's seen on any dog before.
"I'd pay for you to get gold flakes on top'uh yours, darlin'," He smiles, not a grin but a real, warm smile, and he leans in to nudge his nose beside yours, "No amount of money I wouldn't spend on you."
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YOU WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY AS THE WORLDS BIGGEST IDIOT : GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU
the first time you meet your senior, GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU . . . you think they are the weirdest and most idiots person you've ever met, especially that special kid, gojo satoru.
warning : fluff
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THE FIRST MEETING
you were walking to the mall with yuu haibara and nanami kento, enjoying the break from school and missions. as the three of you strolled down the busy streets, yuu was excitedly chattering about all the things he wanted to do at the mall, when he suddenly said, âoh, by the way, we're meeting some of our upperclassmen today! and i heard you know shoko ieiri?â
you nodded, recalling the times your father made you visit jujutsu high before you officially enrolled. shoko was always there, casually smoking or chatting with some of the older students, and she was one of the first people to welcome you with her relaxed demeanor and dry humor. but as for the others you were supposed to meet today, you didn't really know themâjust heard bits and pieces from conversations around school.
âgeto suguru and gojo satoru, right?â nanami groaned at the mention of their names, rubbing his temples as if he could already feel a headache coming on. âgreat, just what we needed... gojo-unbearable-satoru and his sidekick.â
you chuckled, not entirely sure what to expect but amused by nanami's reaction. âare they really that bad?â you asked, curious since youâd only ever heard that they were an insanely strong duo, both special grade sorcerers, which was a big deal considering their age.
âtheyâre both ridiculously powerful, but gojo is... gojo,â nanami said, his tone dripping with exasperation, âgetoâs alright, i guess. but gojo's insufferable.â
as you arrived at the mall, you spotted shoko first, leaning against the wall near the entrance with her phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other. beside her stood two guys who had to be the infamous geto and gojo. geto looked calm, with long hair tied up and a gentle smile on his face. gojo, on the other hand, had that cocky grin and his signature sunglasses, radiating an aura of arrogance even from a distance.
âthere they are,â yuu pointed out cheerfully, waving at the trio.
you hesitated for a moment but followed yuu and nanami as they approached the group. shoko spotted you and gave a small wave, her expression softening slightly. âhey, you made it,â she greeted you, her tone as laid-back as ever.
as you and the other first years finally approached, geto and gojo turned their attention toward you all. gojo was the first to speak, eyes hidden behind his dark sunglasses as he shamelessly scanned you from head to toe. he had that smirkâthe kind that screamed he thought he was better than everyone elseâand he leaned forward, one hand still stuffed casually in his pocket.
âhey, so this is the new kid?â he drawled, his tone light but with an unmistakable hint of mockery. geto nudged him, a silent warning flashing in his eyes, but gojo barely seemed to notice, too caught up in his own amusement.
you raised an eyebrow, already unimpressed. youâd heard all about gojo satoru from your familyâthe endless talk about his six eyes and his bullshit special grade powers like he was some kind of walking legend. honestly, youâd had enough of that nonsense to last a lifetime.
crossing your arms, you met his smirk with one of your own, not backing down in the slightest. âwow, the great gojo satoru, huh? must be exhausting, carrying around all that ego,â you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm, âheard so much about youâmostly that youâre just an arrogant prick with some fancy eyes.â
gojo blinked, a flicker of surprise breaking through his smug expression, but it quickly turned into a grin. âoh, i like this one,â he said, clearly entertained by your sass. âsheâs got some fire.â nanami and yuu couldn't believe what they were hearing, their eyes widening at your boldness. gojo, however, seemed to delight in the fact that you were snapping back at him instead of cowering away like most people did.
he leaned in closer, a sly smile on his lips as he looked down at you, his sunglasses hiding his eyes but the mischief in them was palpable, âwell, well, well... the little first year has some bite.â geto watched with amusement, leaning against the wall and hiding a smirk behind his hand.
geto chuckled softly, giving you a knowing look as if to say he was used to this kind of reaction toward gojo. âdonât mind him,â geto said, his tone much gentler, âhe likes to push buttons.â
âyeah, well, heâs not pushing mine,â you said with a shrug, refusing to let gojoâs attitude get to you. you werenât about to be intimidated by some guy who thought he was untouchable. if he wanted to play that game, youâd play right back, with just as much sass and zero tolerance for his bullshit.
gojo laughed, a sound that was as arrogant as it was charming. he liked you. you were different from other people heâd met, and to say he was pleasantly surprised would be an understatement.
âoh, i like this one,â he repeated, his smile widening. âsheâs not scared of me, suguru. itâs refreshing.â geto chuckled again, shaking his head slightly, âyeah, she's not intimidated by your god complex,â he teased.
as the six of you strolled through the mall, browsing shops and occasionally stopping when something caught yuuâs eye, you couldnât help but notice how geto and gojo kept glancing at you, their heads tilting toward each other as they whispered and smirked like they were sharing some inside joke. it was irritating, reallyâespecially gojo, who seemed to be making it his personal mission to get under your skin.
you tried your best to ignore them, pretending to be engrossed in whatever store display was nearby, but you could feel their eyes on you, that smug energy radiating off of gojo like a beacon. heâd throw out little comments here and there, light jabs that were clearly meant to see if youâd react.
âso, whatâs your deal, huh?â gojo suddenly said, breaking the conversation you were having with nanami about some new movie. he fell into step beside you, leaning in with that same annoying smirk. âyouâve got quite the attitude for a first year. something to prove, maybe?â
you rolled your eyes, not even bothering to look at him as you continued walking. âand youâve got quite the mouth for someone whoâs supposed to be âall-powerful,ââ you shot back, keeping your tone casual but laced with a bite, âmaybe try using it for something other than annoying people for once.â
geto snickered softly from behind, clearly entertained by your responses, while gojo just grinned wider, like he was enjoying every second of your defiance. âoh, come on, donât be like that,â gojo said, pretending to pout. âweâre just trying to get to know you. youâre kinda fun when youâre not glaring at us.â
the entire time, yuu was stuck between looking like an excited kid in a candy store and watching the interaction between you and gojo like he was watching a tennis match. seeing someone stand up to gojoâs arrogance was a rare sight, especially for someone as much younger as you.
nanami, on the other hand, was simply exhausted by the whole thing, his eyes narrowed as he looked at gojo and muttered something that sounded like âannoying prick.â while gojo continued his verbal banter, geto quietly watched.
âyeah, fun,â you muttered, your patience wearing thin, âor maybe i just have a low tolerance for bullshit.â gojo laughed, the sound loud and obnoxious, drawing a few stares from passersby. âguess weâll just have to see how low that tolerance really is,â he teased, nudging geto, âbet i can make them snap by the end of the day.â
you stopped walking, finally turning to face him with an unimpressed look. âoh, please,â you said, voice dripping with sarcasm. âif you think iâm gonna lose my cool over some smug, overconfident special grade who thinks the world revolves around him, youâre in for a long day, gojo.â
for a split second, you thought you saw a flicker of surprise in his eyes, but he quickly covered it with another grin. geto chuckled again, nudging gojo as if to tell him to ease up. âlooks like youâve met your match, satoru.â
âyeah, yeah,â gojo waved him off, still smirking. âbut thatâs what makes it interesting, right?â you just rolled your eyes again, turning away from them to continue walking. if gojo thought he was gonna get the better of you, he was sorely mistaken. you werenât about to give him the satisfaction of seeing you snapânot today, not ever.
by now, nanami was silently rooting for you not to let gojo get under your skin. yuu was practically vibrating with excitement, enjoying the spectacle like it was a circus show. and getoâgeto was clearly entertained, barely holding back a smile behind his hand as he watched you brush off gojoâs attempts to rile you up.
despite your outwardly unbothered demeanor, gojo was not about to back down. he loved a challenge, and there was something about your attitude that intrigued him.
so he continued, throwing out more snide comments and subtle jabs.
YOU AND GAKUGANJI'S GUITAR
ever since that first meeting at the mall, geto and gojo had made it their mission to annoy you every single day. they always found a way to tease you or mess with you, and it felt like they had some kind of radar for whenever you were in a decent mood, swooping in just to ruin it. and it didnât help that your classmates started hanging out with them more, dragging you into their chaos whether you liked it or not.
youâd tried to brush them off, but they were relentlessâgojo especially, always throwing some sarcastic comment or smug remark your way, while geto would watch with an amused smile, occasionally adding his own little quip that was just enough to push your buttons. it was like a game to them, and you were the unwilling participant.
one afternoon, youâd finally had enough and decided to take some time alone, venturing into the forest to clear your head. you needed some peace, some quiet, and more than anything, a break from those two idiots who always seemed to find you no matter where you went. but it wasnât just for relaxation; you were digging for something with a shovel in hand, trying to keep your mind focused and away from the usual annoyances. the quiet, the solitudeâit was exactly what you needed.
you were deep into your task, almost losing track of time, when suddenly you heard a voice behind youâsmooth and way too familiar.
âwhatâre you digging for, a body?â getoâs voice rang out, and before you could even register it, you jumped, letting out a scream as the shovel slipped from your grasp and clattered to the ground. your heart raced, and you whipped around to find geto standing there, his expression half-amused, half-surprised at your reaction. geto and gojo stood there, both grinning like theyâd just won the lottery. gojo was barely holding back laughter, while geto wore that usual smug smile, clearly pleased with himself for catching you off guard.
âdamn it, geto!â you snapped, pressing a hand to your chest to steady your breathing. âare you trying to give me a heart attack? what the hell are you doing here?â
gojo snickered, leaning against a tree with that same insufferable grin. âwe were just taking a walk and saw you out here,â he said, clearly not sorry at all. âbut now iâm curiousâwhat are you digging for? burying evidence or something?â
you huffed, quickly realizing that your attempts to have a moment of peace were quickly being ruined by the two special grades who had a habit of making your life more difficult.
you crossed your arms, trying to regain your composure and glare at them defiantly, but your heart was still racing from being startled. ânone of your business,â you grumbled, turning away to pick up the shovel.
gojo snickered again, leaning against the tree and looking like he was enjoying himself way too much. âaww, no need to be so defensive,â he teased. getoâs eyes flicked to the electric guitar lying on the ground near the hole you were digging, and he immediately recognized it. a smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned closer, arms folded casually.
âis that gakuganjiâs guitar?â geto asked, his tone filled with amusement.
your movements froze instantly, your back still to them, slightly bent over as you were mid-dig. the tension in the air shifted, and even gojo raised an eyebrow, the smirk on his face growing wider as he realized the significance of getoâs question.
you let out a frustrated sigh, your gaze darting between geto and gojo as you tried to keep your composure. the shovel felt heavy in your hand, and you shifted uncomfortably, suddenly very aware of how ridiculous this all looked.
âitâs not his guitar,â you said, forcing yourself to sound casual despite the nervous tremor in your voice. you avoided eye contact, focusing on the ground as if it held the answers to your predicament. âiâuh, I just found it here.â
geto raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying your story, while gojoâs grin grew even wider, clearly relishing the situation. âoh really?â geto said, his tone skeptical. âjust found it, huh? out here in the middle of nowhere?â
gojo let out a barking laugh, unable to contain his amusement any longer. "oh, this is rich," he snickered, clearly enjoying your obvious lie.
geto chuckled softly, shaking his head in disbelief. âseriously? you really think weâd believe that?â he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. âout here, in the middle of the forest, you just happened to stumble upon the esteemed gakuganjiâs prized guitar?â
gojo leaned against the tree again, still snickering. ânice try, but youâre gonna have to do better than that.â you scowled, feeling your patience snap as gojo and geto continued to mock you. their laughter and disbelief were grating on your nerves, and you couldnât hold back your frustration any longer.
âfine,â you snapped, turning to face them fully with a fierce glare. âit is his guitar. that old bitch was pissing me off today and i hate him, so i took it. happy now?â
a moment of shocked silence followed your admission, the duo clearly not expecting such a straightforward response.
gojoâs laughter faded as he stood up straight, his smirk becoming more intrigued than mocking. âseriously?â he said, his eyes flickering between you and the guitar. âyou really took his guitar just to mess with him? thatâs ballsy.â
geto stayed quiet for a moment, eyeing you with a mix of surprise and admiration. âyou really donât like being pushed around, do you?â you crossed your arms and scowled at the two of them, clearly fed up with their reactions but unable to mask your irritation.
âhey, he was a bitch, okay?â you snapped. âheâs just lucky i only took his guitar and didnât yank out all those hairs on his face. iâve got more patience than he deserves.â gojo's grin returned, wider than before, clearly impressed by your audacity. âdamn, you really don't hold back, do you?â he chuckled.
geto chuckled softly as well, shaking his head with a mix of amusement and disbelief. ânever a dull moment with you around,â he muttered.
you shrugged, focusing on your digging as if the ground was the most fascinating thing youâd ever seen. âyeah, well, some of us donât have time for polite small talk,â you said with a hint of a smile. âi prefer getting things done, even if it means ruffling a few feathers.â
you gave them a quick glance before returning to your work, feeling a bit more at ease now that you knew they werenât completely against you.
despite their initial surprise, gojo and geto chuckled, clearly enjoying your defiant attitude. they exchanged amused glances.
âruffling feathers is an understatement, i think,â gojo said, leaning back against the tree again. âyou're more like a tornado that just blows through everything in sight.â
geto nodded in agreement, his smirk softening into a smile. âbut it's definitely entertaining.â gojo snickered, leaning against the tree once more. âfeisty, rude, and unpredictable,â he noted. âyou're definitely a unique one, that's for sure.â
geto chuckled softly, looking at you with a hint of admiration in his gaze. âlooks like there's more to you than meets the eye,â he said, a small smirk playing on his lips. you rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance at their comments, but deep down, a small part of you was secretly enjoying the attention. it was the first time they'd actually given you a complimentâeven if it was backhandedâand it didn't completely suck.
âoh, please,â you muttered, digging with more force than needed. âdon't suddenly start being nice to meâit's weird.â
but gojo just chuckled, undeterred by your dismissive tone. âoh, we're not being nice,â he teased. âwe're just stating facts.â
geto nodded in agreement, a smile still on his face. âlike it or not, you've caught our attention,â he said, his tone playful. âyou're not easy to ignore, you know.â you turned to face them, your cheeks flushed with a mix of irritation and embarrassment. your glare was as sharp as you demanded, âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
gojo shrugged casually, clearly enjoying the effect his words were having on you. âit means you're interesting,â he said with a smirk. âwe keep an eye on things that pique our interest.â
geto leaned against a tree opposite to gojo, his arms crossed as he added, âand you, y/n, have definitely piqued our interest.â you felt your eyes widen, and your cheeks started to heat up as the realization sank in. âshut up,â you muttered, trying to sound annoyed but unable to completely hide the embarrassment in your voice.
gojo chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. âaw, looks like someone's blushing,â he teased, his smirk growing wider.
geto's smile turned into a soft chuckle as he watched you try to brush off their comments. âit's cute when you get flustered,â he remarked, his tone light and playful. you grumbled under your breath, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as gojo and getoâs teasing continued. their comments were starting to get on your last nerve, and you were done playing along.
âyeah, yeah, laugh it up,â you muttered, barely hiding your irritation as you turned away from them.
without another word, you took the shovel and, with a determined swing, cut the guitar in two. the sound of the wood cracking echoed through the forest, and you threw the broken pieces into the hole, your actions rough and deliberate.
âtake that, you old bitch,â you mumbled to yourself as you covered the hole with dirt, clearly imagining it was gakuganjiâs neck you were burying instead.
gojo and geto stood there, watching your dramatic display with a mix of surprise and admiration. they had expected you to be defiant, but your fierce determination took them by surprise.
as the sound of the guitar splitting echoed through the forest, they exchanged amused glances. gojo's smirk widened, while geto chuckled, clearly entertained by your boldness. geto spoke up first, his voice filled with amusement. "that was certainly a... unique way to say 'fuck you,' wasn't it?"
gojo watched you with a mix of fascination and surprise, his usual smirk softened by a look of genuine admiration. he could practically hear his heart pounding in his ears as he took in your fierce, unapologetic display. it was like you had turned the whole situation into a dramatic, personal statement, and it had a profound effect on him.
his eyes were fixed on your form, and he felt a rush of excitement that he couldn't quite ignore. for a moment, the teasing and playful facade melted away, replaced by a deeper, more intense emotion. the raw intensity of your reaction had hit him harder than he expected, and he was almost afraid youâd notice just how much it affected him.
gojo nodded absentmindedly, still caught up in the rapid beat of his own heart. âyeah,â he said, his voice quieter than usual. âdefinitely one for the books.â
geto's smile widened as he noticed the subtle change in gojo's demeanor. he saw the way his smirk faded into something more sincere and felt the shift in the air. he knew gojo well enough to recognize when something had piqued his interest, and your defiant display had certainly done just that.
he glanced at gojo, a knowing look in his eyes, before turning his gaze back to you. âcareful, satoru,â he teased, a sly smile on his lips. âyou're looking a little smitten over there.â
you noticed gojoâs reaction before you heard getoâs teasing remark. the slight pink in his cheeks and the way his posture seemed a bit more tense caught your attention. even though you couldnât see his eyes behind the dark glasses, you could tell from the way his expression had shifted that something was definitely different.
you gave gojo a look of disgust, clearly unimpressed by his sudden change in demeanor. âseriously?â you said, your voice dripping with annoyance. âwhatâs wrong with him?â
geto chuckled, enjoying the fact that you had noticed gojo's unease. he loved to see his friend squirm, especially when it came to matters of the heart.
"aw, don't be so hard on him,â he teased. âhe's just experiencing some... unexpected emotions, that's all.â gojo shot geto a dirty look, silently signaling him to shut up, but geto just snickered and ignored his silent plea.
you maintained your disgusted expression as you took in the interaction between geto and gojo. yhe way geto was teasing gojo and the evident discomfort it caused him only added to your irritation.
âweirdo,â you muttered, shaking your head as you tossed the shovel to the ground with a clatter. you turned on your heel and started walking away, clearly done with the whole situation and eager to put some distance between yourself and the bizarre scene.
as you walked off, you could still hear getoâs laughter behind you, but you chose to ignore it, focusing instead on finding some semblance of normalcy away from their antics.
gojo's eyes followed you as you walked away, his demeanor still a mix of surprise and mild mortification.
âgreat,â he muttered, his voice laced with annoyance. âthanks for that, suguru.â
geto just shrugged, his smirk still in place. âwhat? i was just being honest. it's not my fault you have a thing for the feisty ones.â gojo shot geto another glare, his cheeks still slightly pink. âshut up,â he muttered, sounding more embarrassed than angry.
geto chuckled again, clearly enjoying the situation a bit too much. âoh come on, donât deny it. i saw the look on your face. you were practically swooning.â
âiâm not,â gojo retorted, his voice coming out more defensive than he intended.
âyou are,â geto insisted, grinning widely.
âiâm not,â gojo said again, his tone more strained as he tried to maintain his composure.
getoâs grin only widened at gojoâs weak protestations. he knew he had struck a nerve.
âoh, come on. you canât fool me,â he said, his voice dripping with mockery. âi know the look of a smitten man when i see one. and you, my friend, are wearing it loud and clear.â
TREE AND TWO PARASITE
you sat under the tree, savoring the shade and the cool breeze against your skin. the popsicle in your hand was a perfect escape from the relentless heat, and you eagerly opened the package, snapping the plastic off with a quick twist. the moment the cold, sweet treat touched your tongue, a satisfied moan escaped your lips, the icy chill instantly refreshing.
you leaned back against the tree trunk, enjoying your brief moment of peace. you were supposed to be training with yagaâs curse doll, but you couldnât be botheredâcombat practice was the last thing you felt like doing today. you were perfectly content to hide out here, enjoying your popsicle and the quiet, far from yagaâs stern instructions and that annoying doll.
just as you were getting comfortable, you heard rustling nearby, but you ignored it, too caught up in the bliss of your popsicle to care who might be approaching.
as you were lost in the bliss of your moment, the sound of footsteps approached, followed by familiar voices. before you could even react, gojo and geto appeared out of nowhere, their presence instantly breaking your peaceful escape.
you groaned in annoyance, already expecting some kind of teasing from them. but what you didnât expect was gojo leaning down with that stupid smirk of his and snatching your popsicle right out of your hand. without a second thought, he put it in his mouth, his grin widening as he enjoyed the stolen treat.
âare you serious?â you snapped, glaring up at gojo, who was clearly pleased with himself. the audacity of it made your blood boil, and you could see geto trying to stifle a laugh beside him, clearly enjoying the show.
âcome on, satoru,â geto chuckled, giving him a playful shove. âyouâre really gonna steal a popsicle from her?â
gojo just winked, still savoring the cold treat. âwhat? sharing is caring, right?â he said, voice muffled slightly by the popsicle, as if that made his actions any less infuriating. your annoyance only grew as geto chimed in, clearly finding the situation hilarious. gojoâs cocky demeanor made you want to punch him in his smug face.
you crossed your arms, glaring daggers at him. âoh, come on,â you snapped. âthatâs mine!â
but gojo just chuckled, shamelessly enjoying his stolen popsicle. âfinders keepers,â he said through his smug smile, his fingers holding loosely around your popsicle.
you huffed, eyes narrowing at gojo as he shamelessly continued to enjoy your popsicle. the audacity was enough to make your blood boil, and you were done playing along with their annoying antics. without missing a beat, you reached over and snatched the popsicle right out of gojoâs hand, earning a surprised look from him.
âthis is mine,â you said firmly, taking a deliberate lick of the popsicle as if to prove your point. âif you want one, buy it yourself.â your glare dared him to argue, and you could see geto stifling a laugh at gojoâs expense.
gojo couldn't hide his surprise at your boldness. he had expected you to protest and whine, not take back your popsicle with such determination. and the way you took a defiant lick, without a care in the world, was both irritating and admirable.
he glanced at geto, clearly annoyed at the amused look on his friend's face. gojo opened his mouth to say something, but geto beat him to it.
âoh, looks like sheâs not messing around,â he teased, a wide grin on his face. you rolled your eyes at getoâs comment, not in the mood to entertain their teasing any longer. with a deep sigh, you finally turned your attention to them, still holding your popsicle like a prized possession. âwhy are you guys even here?â you asked, annoyance lacing your tone.
as they sat down, you noticed gojo positioning himself beside youâway too close for comfort. you didnât even realize how close until your shoulder brushed against his. you flinched slightly, your personal space suddenly feeling invaded.
gojo, seemingly unfazed, leaned back casually, his shoulder still lightly pressed against yours. âwhat, canât we just hang out?â he said with that insufferable smirk, as if he owned the world and everything in it.
geto leaned back against the tree, clearly enjoying the dynamic. âyeah, we figured you could use some company, yâknow? since youâre so âbusyâ running from training,â he added with a chuckle.
you shot gojo a quick glare, scooting away just a bit to reclaim some space. âif i wanted company, i wouldnât be hiding out here,â you mumbled, taking another lick of your popsicle, as if to reclaim the moment they interrupted.
as you shifted away to maintain at least a hint of personal space, gojoâs smirk only widened. he chuckled at your attempt to distance yourself, clearly enjoying your stubborn defiance.
âaww, donât be like that,â he teased, leaning in closer again. âyou know you love our company.â
geto just chuckled and shook his head, finding the whole scene amusing. âhe has a point, y/n,â he joked. âweâre pretty entertaining, you have to admit that.â you let out an exasperated sigh, rolling your eyes as gojo leaned in even closer, completely disregarding your obvious need for space. you turned your head, giving him a flat, unimpressed look before shifting your gaze to geto, who seemed all too amused by the whole situation.
âno, you two are not entertaining,â you snapped, your voice dripping with sarcasm. âif anything, you two are going to go down in history as the worldâs biggest idiots.â
you took another defiant bite of your popsicle, savoring the cold sweetness while ignoring the way gojoâs shoulder brushed against yours yet again. gojoâs smirk morphed into a full grin, not at all bothered by your insult. in fact, he seemed to thrive on your defiant attitude. he leaned in even closer, his shoulder still pressing against yours despite your obvious discomfort.
âoh, wow. harsh,â he remarked, his voice dripping with amusement. âarenât you just a ray of sunshine today?â
geto chuckled and chimed in, clearly enjoying the exchange. âyeah, you do seem a bit prickly today, y/n. whatâs got you in such a grumpy mood?â you raised an eyebrow, fixing both gojo and geto with a serious, unamused expression. their teasing was getting old, and you werenât in the mood for their games. gojoâs smug grin and getoâs easy laughter only fueled your irritation.
âseriously?â you said flatly, your gaze shifting between the two of them. âyou two are the reason.â
you held their stare, refusing to back down or give them the reaction they were fishing for. âmaybe if you both found something better to do than annoy me every chance you get, i wouldnât be in such a âgrumpy mood,ââ you added, your tone laced with sarcasm.
gojo chuckled in response to your flat tone, clearly loving the fact that he was getting under your skin. âaww, donât blame us for your bad mood,â he said, his voice oozing with mock innocence. âweâre just here to brighten your day.â
geto chimed in, his smirk mirroring gojoâs. âyeah, weâre just spreading a bit of joy and cheer.â the two of them chuckled at each other, obviously enjoying the effect they were having on you.
you rolled your eyes, thoroughly annoyed by their nonchalant attitude. âyeah, because being a major pain in my ass is such a great way to spread joy and cheer.â
gojoâs smirk only grew wider at your biting remark. he found your feisty side downright amusing. âoh, come on. you know you love it when we annoy you.â geto chimed in, clearly enjoying the exchange. âyeah, your grumpy little huffs and eye rolls are the highlight of my day.â
gojo chuckled, his smirk still firmly in place. âand donât forget your adorable little scowls,â he added, his voice filled with mockery. you let out a heavy sigh, your patience wearing thin with their constant teasing. âso annoying,â you mumbled under your breath, leaning back against the tree with an exaggerated roll of your eyes.
despite your words, there was a small part of you that didnât mind their company as much as you pretended to. but admitting that, even to yourself, was a hit to your pride that you werenât willing to take.
you crossed your arms and stared up at the sky, trying to ignore the way gojoâs presence lingered too close, and how getoâs laugh seemed to fill the space around you. it was frustrating how they managed to worm their way into your day, no matter how hard you tried to keep your distance.
gojo chuckled at your mumbled complaint, not buying your exasperated act for a second. he had known you long enough to catch the subtle hints that you werenât as annoyed as you were trying to appear.
he leaned in even closer, his shoulder still touching yours. âaww, donât be like that. you know you love having us around.â
geto chuckled at the exchange, clearly enjoying the back and forth between the two of you. âyeah, admit it. weâre the best part of your day.â you couldnât help but chuckle, a small, genuine smile tugging at your lips despite your best efforts to stay annoyed. you shook your head slightly, glancing between the two of them, their expectant faces so full of mischief and teasing.
âyeah, right,â you scoff, rolling your eyes playfully but unable to keep the warmth out of your voice. they both grinned, knowing they had managed to break through your defenses, even if just a little.
gojo and geto exchanged a knowing glance, clearly pleased with themselves for making you crack a smile. they knew they were slowly chipping away at your stubborn exterior.
gojo leaned in even closer, his arm brushing against yours. âsee, you do like having us around,â he said with a smirk, enjoying the way he was able to get under your skin without even trying. geto chuckled and nodded in agreement. âyeah, weâre growing on you like a fungus.â
you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your cheeks as gojo leaned even closer, his presence both irritating and oddly comforting.
âplease, shut up,â you muttered, turning your gaze away, but the slight upturn of your lips betrayed your attempt to seem unbothered. gojo and geto shared a knowing look, both of them clearly amused by your reaction. they could tell that you were trying to hide your feelings, but they werenât buying it for a second. the way your cheeks blushed gave you away.
âaww, look at that,â gojo teased, his smirk widening. âour little grouch is blushing.â geto chuckled and nodded. âyeah, i bet she secretly loves our company.â
you let out a huff, deciding not to dignify their teasing with a response. instead, you shifted slightly between them, settling onto the grass and lying down with your back to grass. closing your eyes, you block out their smug expressions, feeling the warmth of the sun on your face.
âiâm going to take a nap,â you announced, your voice muffled by the wind. âbe useful for once and donât let yaga find me.â they can clearly see the exhausted in your face, the bag under your eyes. their heart softens as they take the sight of you between them, deciding to stop teasing you for a while and let you rest.
gojo and geto exchanged a brief look at your sudden change in behavior. they could both pick up on your exhaustion, the bags under your eyes all the tell-tale sign that you hadnât been getting enough rest.
they both silently agreed to back off on the teasing for the moment, knowing you needed a break. gojo sat back a bit, giving you some breathing room, while geto settled on his back, resting his arms behind his head. âalright, get some rest,â gojo said, his voice softer than usual. âweâll keep an eye out for yaga.â
the two of them settled into a comfortable silence, both of them quietly observing you as you laid between them, your eyes closed in exhaustion.
gojo quietly observed your sleeping face, taking in the way your features looked uncharacteristically relaxed in sleep. he found himself thinking, for a moment, how oddly peaceful you looked when you werenât bickering with him.
geto glanced over at gojo, noticing the soft look on his face, and chuckled quietly to himself. he had seen that look before and he knew exactly what it meant.
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Bad at love || Frat boy!Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
Summary: Sleeping with your enemyâs boyfriend was reckless, but whatâs worse is the undeniable pull between you both afterwardâa dangerous attraction that refuses to be ignored.
Warnings: cheating, suggestive content
Word count: 3,373
A/n: I actually didn't have much of plot line when I started this but I just kept on writing and writing... ALSO doesnât this ong give major frat boy!rafe vibes?
MASTERLIST (frat boy!rafe x reader au masterlist)
divider by @h-aewo
âAnd you missed Saturdayâs practice, which was so important!â Katieâs sharp voice cuts through the chatter of the crowded party as she steps in front of you, arms crossed tightly. Her blue eyes burn with frustration, but youâre barely paying her any attention, your focus shifting to the drink table behind her. With a sigh, you roll your eyes and turn away, brushing her off without a word.
Her tone grows more demanding, her voice rising above the background noise. âYou canât keep missing practices like this! If you keep it up, Iâll have no choice but to kick you off the team.â The irritation in her voice is palpable, her stance stiff with authority she doesnât seem to realise sheâs lost. At her words, you canât help the mocking scoff that escapes your lips.
Slowly, you turn back to face her, tilting your head as you look down at the shorter blonde. âYeah? And how exactly are you gonna do that, Katie?â you ask, voice dripping with sarcasm. âYouâre not captain anymore, remember?â Her face flushes red, her anger mounting, but you donât give her a chance to reply. Shouldering past her, you mutter, âMove,â as though sheâs nothing more than a minor inconvenience in your path.
âIâm not done talking to you!â she yells after you, her voice carrying above the noise. âWell, I am,â you call back coolly without looking over your shoulder, throwing a dismissive wave in her direction. âHave fun, Katie!â The smirk on your face grows as you reach the kitchen, leaving her fuming in the middle of the room. You shake your head, exhaling as you grab a fresh drink, relieved to be away from her relentless nagging.
~
You lean against the counter in the kitchen, taking a sip of the drink you just poured, the alcohol beginning to blur the edges of your irritation. Katieâs voice still rings in your ears, but the buzz in your system makes it easier to push aside. She always did have a way of making everything about her, and you werenât in the mood to entertain it tonight. Spinning around to head back to the party, you stumble slightly, your drink sloshing in the cup as you collide with a broad chest.
âWoah, easy there,â a smooth, amused voice says as a strong hand steadies your arm. Looking up, your hazy gaze meets Rafe Cameronâs sharp blue eyes, the smirk on his face almost as cocky as his usual demeanor. The dim lighting catches on his perfectly styled hair and the faint gold chain resting against his collarbone. He was the frat president, and Katieâs boyfriend, of course. Not that youâd ever paid much attention to himâuntil now.
âRafe,â you mumble, your voice slurring just slightly as you step back, feeling your cheeks heat up. âDidnât see you there.â âClearly,â he teases, his hand lingering on your arm for a beat too long before he lets go. âYou alright? Youâre looking a little⊠tipsy.â His smirk widens, eyes scanning your face with an intensity that makes your stomach flutter. You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart skips under his gaze.
âIâm fine. Just needed a drink to deal with your girlfriend.â His brow raises at that, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. âKatie giving you hell again?â He says, his mouth curling into that boyish grin âYou could say that,â you mutter, taking another sip of your drink. âSheâs always got something to say. Like Iâm supposed to care about her opinion.â Rafe chuckles, the sound low and warm, and it sends a strange thrill down your spine.
âYeah, well, Katieâs got a⊠particular way of handling things. I usually just let her win the argumentâitâs easier that way.â You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. âSounds exhausting.â âIt is,â he admits with a shrug, leaning casually against the counter beside you. âBut sheâs Katie. You know how she is.â His voice carries a mix of exasperation and fondness, but thereâs something else there tooâsomething you canât quite place.
âYeah, well, good luck with that,â you say dryly, though your eyes linger on him longer than they should. The alcohol is making you bolder, loosening your inhibitions as you study his sharp jawline, the way his lips quirk into an easy smirk. âWhat about you?â he asks suddenly, tilting his head. âWhatâs your excuse for being here, drinking like itâs your job tonight?â You shrug, leaning against the counter beside him.
âNeeded a break. From life. From her.â You glance up at him, the corner of your mouth twitching into a small smirk. âGuess youâd understand that better than anyone.â His laugh is softer this time, almost genuine, and he shifts a little closer. âMaybe I do.â The conversation lingers, the tension between you growing with each passing second. The party outside feels like a distant hum, your attention locked solely on him.
Youâre not sure if itâs the alcohol or something else entirely, but when his hand brushes against yours, neither of you pulls away. Before you can stop yourself, youâre leaning in closer, and so is he. His lips hover near yours, his breath warm and intoxicating. âThis⊠probably isnât a good idea,â he murmurs, though his tone lacks conviction. âProbably not,â you whisper back, but neither of you moves to stop it.
The kiss is electric, a mix of pent-up frustration and reckless abandon. Itâs messy and heated, your hands finding their way to his hair as his grip tightens on your waist. It doesnât take long for the two of you to stumble out of the kitchen, his arm around your waist as he leads you upstairs, away from prying eyes. By the time you reach the bedroom, logic is a distant memory, lost in the haze of alcohol and the magnetic pull between you.
~
âRafe,â you whisper, your voice barely steady as you lie back against the pillow, your chest still heaving. Turning your head, you catch him already staring at you, his blue eyes darker than usual, shadowed with an emotion you canât quite read. Your stomach twists, and the weight of what just happened starts to settle in. âI think weâre fucked.â
Your words hang heavy in the air, cutting through the stillness of the room. You groan, sitting up and burying your face in your hands for a moment before glancing around for your clothes. The reality of what youâve done is pounding at the edges of your hazy mind. Rafe exhales sharply beside you, dragging a hand through his tousled hair as he leans back against the headboard.
âYeah,â he mutters, his voice low, almost resigned. âNo shit.â The awkward shuffle of finding your clothes fills the silence. You spot your skirt crumpled on the floor and grab it, the fabric catching slightly as you pull it up your legs. A nervous chuckle escapes your lips as you fumble with the zipper, your hands trembling. âIf Katie finds out about thisâŠâ you start, the words catching in your throat.
Rafe rubs his forehead, his expression darkening. âI know,â he groans, his tone sharp with frustrationâat himself, at you, at the entire situation. Throwing the sheets off his lap, he swings his legs over the side of the bed, reaching for his jeans. âI know, alright?â You glance at him as he dresses, his movements brisk and tense, his jaw clenched so tightly you can see the muscle twitch.
The easy confidence he usually wears like a second skin is gone, replaced with something rawer. âThis was so stupid,â you mutter, more to yourself than him, tugging your top over your head and smoothing it down. You take a shaky breath, pressing your lips together as the full weight of your actions hits you. âWhat the hell were we thinking?â
Rafe scoffs softly, shaking his head as he zips his jeans. âWe werenât thinking,â he says flatly, his voice edged with self-loathing. âThatâs the fucking problem.â For a moment, you just stand there, staring at him. The silence between you is suffocating, heavy with unspoken words and the growing weight of regret. The distant hum of the party downstairs feels surreal, like it belongs to another world entirely.
âI canât believe I let this happen,â you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper. Rafe looks up, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. âYouâre not the only one,â he says quietly, his tone softer now, though thereâs still a sharp edge to it. âI didnât exactly stop it either.â His words donât feel like comfort, but thereâs an honesty to them that makes your chest tighten.
You press your fingers against your temples, trying to piece together a rational thought, but the alcohol still buzzing in your veins makes everything feel blurry and far away. âThis canât happen again,â you say firmly, breaking the silence. Your voice wavers slightly, but you push through, needing to set some kind of boundary before this spirals further. âYou know that, right?â
Rafe doesnât respond right away. He leans against the wall, dragging his hand down his face before meeting your gaze. His jaw works like he wants to argue, but finally, he nods. âYeah,â he says simply, but the hesitation in his voice makes your stomach twist. His eyes linger on you, trailing over your face like heâs memorising it, and it makes you feel vulnerable in a way you werenât prepared for.
You grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder as you move toward the door. Your fingers curl around the handle, but you pause, glancing back at him. âWe need to be careful,â you murmur, your voice softer now, almost pleading. âIf she even suspectsâŠâ
âIâll handle it,â he cuts you off, his tone firmer this time. Thereâs a flicker of something in his expressionâdetermination, maybeâbut it doesnât do much to ease the knot in your chest. With a small nod, you turn and slip out into the hallway, the noise of the party growing louder as you descend the stairs.
The music and laughter feel like a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside you, and you canât shake the feeling that this was more than just a drunken mistake. But as much as you tell yourself itâs over, the way your heart skips at the thought of him suggests otherwise.
~
âWant a lift?â The voice, low and unmistakably smug, pulls your attention away from your phone. You lift your head and squint into the afternoon sun to find Rafe sitting in his truck, leaning casually out of the window. His forearm rests on the edge of the door, his fingers tapping lazily against the metal. The faint smirk on his lips is one youâve come to know all too well.
You blink, momentarily stunned, before narrowing your eyes at him. âExcuse me?â Rafe tilts his head, as if you hadnât heard him correctly the first time. âI said, do you want a lift?â His tone is smooth, confident, like heâs entirely in control of the situationâand itâs already starting to get under your skin. You glance around quickly, your heart skipping a beat as your eyes dart over the school parking lot.
Your stomach churns as you spot the doors to the main building, half expecting Katie and her entourage to walk out at any moment. âAre you seriously asking me that right now?â you hiss, your voice low and sharp. Rafe doesnât seem the least bit fazed by your reaction. If anything, the smirk on his face deepens. âWhatâs the problem? Need me to repeat myself again?â
Before you can fire back, the sound of doors opening grabs your attention. The distinct, high-pitched laughter of Katie and her friends echoes across the lot, sending a jolt of panic through you. Your stomach twists as your eyes lock onto them, walking out in a tight-knit group, their voices carrying. Katie, of course, is leading the pack, her blonde hair gleaming in the sunlight.
Your pulse quickens. Without thinking twice, you yank open the truck door and climb in, muttering, âFucks sake,â as you scramble into the passenger seat. The door slams shut, and Rafe chuckles, the sound low and teasing as he shifts the truck into gear. âWell, that was easier than I thought,â he murmurs, the truck lurching forward as he hits the gas.
You glance over your shoulder, watching as Katie and her friends grow smaller in the distance. Relief washes over you, but itâs quickly replaced by the heat of embarrassmentâand angerâas you snap your head back toward him. âWhat the hell, Rafe?â you spit, your arms crossing defensively over your chest. âDo you enjoy messing with people, or is it just some kind of hobby for you?â
Rafe glances at you, his smirk firmly in place. âI didnât force you to get in,â he points out, his tone maddeningly casual. âYouâre the one who panicked and dove into my truck like you were running from the cops.â You scoff, throwing him a glare. âI didnât dive in. Iââ You pause, clenching your jaw. âThis is so typical of you. Showing up with your stupid truck, your stupid smirkââ
âMy charm?â he cuts in, throwing you a sideways glance.âYour nerve,â you correct sharply, but the heat rising to your cheeks betrays you. Rafe laughs softly, the sound low and infuriatingly smug as he shifts gears and speeds up. The tension in the cab is palpable, thick enough to cut through, but he seems entirely at ease. His fingers drum lightly against the steering wheel, as if he has all the time in the world.
âRelax,â he drawls after a moment, his tone smooth and teasing. âYou got away unnoticed. Katieâs none the wiser. You grit your teeth, turning your gaze out the window. The scenery blurs as the truck tears down the road, but the distant hum of the engine does little to settle your nerves. The weight of his attention is impossible to ignore, like a spotlight burning into the side of your face.
After a long pause, Rafe speaks again, his voice quieter now but still tinged with amusement. âYou know, I didnât think youâd actually get in.â You whip your head around to face him, your brow furrowing. âThen why did you ask?â He shrugs, one corner of his mouth quirking up in that maddening half-smile. âCall it a hunch. Figured you might surprise me.â
His words hang in the air, and for a moment, youâre not sure how to respond. Thereâs something about the way he says itâlike heâs already won some unspoken gameâthat makes your chest tighten. You shake your head, scoffing under your breath as you turn your gaze back to the road. âYouâre insufferable,â you mutter, though the words lack the bite you intended.
Rafeâs laugh rumbles softly beside you, and even though you hate to admit it, the sound sends a shiver down your spine. You press your lips into a thin line, determined not to let him get under your skin any more than he already has. âWhat were you even doing there? Were you following me?â you snap, narrowing your eyes as you turn toward him.
Rafe glances at you, his smirk deepening as if he finds your accusation amusing. âDonât flatter yourself, Y/l/n,â he drawls, his tone dripping with sarcasm. âI was going to pick up Katie.â Your eyes widen in disbelief, your jaw dropping slightly. âYou were going to pick up your girlfriend and yet, here we are?â you repeat, your voice sharp and incredulous.
Rafe chuckles again, clearly unbothered by the situation. âLooks that way, doesnât it?â You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. âWow. Great boyfriend you are,â you mutter, rolling your eyes as you turn to look out the window. âSheâs probably going to wonder where the hell you are.â
He shrugs, completely nonchalant. âSheâll be fine. Sheâll find a way back.â You whip your head back toward him, your mouth falling open. âAre you serious right now? You left her stranded, and you donât even care?â âSheâs not stranded,â Rafe says, his voice calm, as if youâre the one being unreasonable. âHer friends are there. Theyâll give her a ride or something.â
You shake your head in disbelief, leaning back in your seat. âUnbelievable,â you mutter under your breath. Rafe glances at you again, his lips twitching as if heâs holding back another laugh. âWhat?â âYou,â you snap, gesturing toward him. âYouâre acting like itâs no big deal, but if the roles were reversed, I guarantee youâd lose your mind if she ditched you for someone else.â
His smirk falters, just slightly, and for a moment, you think you mightâve struck a nerve. But then he shrugs again, the nonchalance returning as he shifts in his seat. âMaybe,â he admits, his voice quieter now, though thereâs a glint in his eye that you canât quite read. âBut Iâm here with you, arenât I?â
The weight of his words hangs in the air, and your stomach twists uncomfortably. Youâre not sure what bothers you moreâhis blatant disregard for Katie or the fact that a small, shameful part of you likes the attention.
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Rafeâs hands move with purpose, sliding under your shirt, the heat of his palms against your skin sending a jolt through you. You know you should stop thisâyou know the consequences of what youâre letting happen. But in the haze of his touch, every rational thought feels distant, muffled by the way heâs looking at you, like youâre the only thing he wants in the world.
He leans in again, his lips brushing yours, but this time, the kiss is slower, deeper. Itâs as if heâs savouring you, drawing out every moment. His fingers trail up your sides, leaving a tingling warmth in their wake, and when he presses his body against yours, you feel yourself giving in completely.
Your hands find their way into his hair, tugging lightly, earning a low, guttural sound from him that sends a thrill through your entire body. He pulls away for just a second, his forehead resting against yours, both of you catching your breath. âThis is insane,â you whisper, your voice shaky but soft.
âI know,â he murmurs, his thumb brushing your cheek in a way that feels too tender for the fire burning between you. âBut I donât care.â And neither do you. Rafe leans down, capturing your lips once more, and this time, thereâs no hesitation. His hands move to the hem of your shirt, and with your silent permission, he pulls it over your head, discarding it onto the floor.
His eyes rake over you, filled with a hunger that makes your skin flush under his gaze. âGod, youâre gorgeous,â he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper, before his lips find your collarbone, then the curve of your shoulder. Your heart is pounding so hard itâs a wonder he canât hear it. You reach for the buttons of his shirt, your fingers fumbling in your haste.
He chuckles softly, taking over and shrugging it off in one smooth motion, revealing the toned lines of his chest. Rafeâs lips are on yours again before you can fully process the sight, and he gently lowers you onto the bed. The mattress dips beneath your weight as he hovers above you, his hands braced on either side of your head, caging you in.
âAre you sure?â he asks, his voice uncharacteristically gentle, his piercing blue eyes searching yours. You hesitate for the briefest of moments, the gravity of what youâre about to do settling over you. But then you nod, your hands finding their way to his waist, pulling him closer. âIâm sure,â you whisper. Thatâs all he needs.
Rafe kisses you again, his lips moving against yours with a mix of passion and restraint, like heâs holding back just enough to savour every moment. The world outside fades awayâKatie, the consequences, everything. All that matters is him, and the way he makes you feel like the centre of his universe. And for the rest of the night, he does just that.
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Strawberry Shortcake | Toji x Bratty!Reader | ćȘèĄć»»æŠ
synopsis: You have to breed with the Zen'in clan's biggest liability. You refuse and he plays some games with you.
Contains: jealousy, mind games from Toji's side, humiliation, breeding, doggy, full Nelson, BASICALLY HATE FUCKING.
Word count: 3k
Toji doesnât want to marry you. Not because itâs you, just because, well, he doesnât want to marry anyone. He doesnât want to listen to the Zenin clan at all. Marrying him off to the highest bidder, your parents, because he wasnât a sorcerer. He hates you by association, even though itâs not your fault. But this marriage, should be rather, interesting.
âThey expect me to breed with you?â
Toji asks you after the ceremony, sprawled on the futon. The Zenin clan had asked you to take his last name: Fushiguro.
All you did was ignore him, you hated this arrangement, All you wanted was freedom. You sighed as you walked over to the window looking at the view of the city.Â
He watched you for a moment, studying your back as you move towards the window. He wasnât expecting you to be friendly; neither of you wanted this.
He stood up from the futon and walked over to you, stopping a few feet behind you.
âYou hate me,â he stated, his arms crossed over his broad chest as his eyes continued to look you up and down intently.
âYou donât even want to spend a single night with me, do you?â
"Hate is a strong word " you stated to him, giving him a side eye.
You turned back around to look at the view of the city. You looked down at the ring on your finger, so much shit has past you by and all you did was blink.
He stepped forward, standing right behind you, so you can practically feel his body heat. He lets out a quiet chuckle as his eyes move to your hand, where the ring is.
âThe ring looks good on you, darling.â His breath fans over your ear and he places a hand on the window, effectively trapping you between the window and him.
âAt least I get to look at this pretty face every day now.â
"You're so thoughtful." You said to him sarcastically.
You walk away from the window and roam into the kitchen. Not much was going on. You whipped out your phone and started texting friends.
There wasn't really much you or your new husband could do. It was clear as day you two weren't exactly fond of this wedding arrangement. As soon as you said "I do" and we're officially married, you immediately took the money your parents gave you and cut contact.
He followed you into the kitchen, leaning against the counter and watching you silently. He was trying to get a read on you. You didnât speak to him much, and he had no idea how you might take things.
He wasnât expecting to be met with sarcasm, that was for sure. Toji smirked, leaning against the counter. âAre you gonna act like that every time I open my mouth?â he called out to you, crossing his arms over his chest.
âOr should I just get a ball gag ready for you every night?â
You scoffed at his suggestions, and tried to shoo him off. He was unbelievable. For a man who didn't wanna be tied down he's really committed to his role as the husband. You scanned him up and down, if it weren't for the fact he wa s apiece of work, you admitted he was pretty attractive.Â
"Real immature. Are you sure you can keep up with me, old man?"
He chuckled, finding your irritation entertaining. âWhoâs old?â He pushed himself off the counter and slowly stalked towards you. âIf you think Iâm old, you think wrong, darling.â
He reached you, putting a hand on either side of you on the counter, trapping you once again. He loomed over you, his face was nearly touching yours as he tilted his head slightly. âAnd I think Iâll be able to keep up with you just fine, wife.â
"I have a name, old man." You sneered at him trying to get away from him.
He was entertained with the way you kept trying to get away from him. But every time, heâd find a way close the distance. He liked taunting you, seeing you get all riled up.
He chuckled again, putting a finger on your chin and forcing you to look at him. âI know you do, darling,â he said, using the nickname to annoy you even more. âBut I like calling you wife.â
All you could was frown at him, you continued to text on your phone. Checking messages and looking at old pictures. You looked at the ring again, and sighed.
âWho are you texting?â He asked, looking over your shoulder at your phone. âNew lover youâre gonna hide from your husband?â
He pushed his body against yours, trying to get a glimpse of your phone.
"Get over yourself, Fushiguro." You snapped at him, "I have more class than that. I'm not one of your floozies."
He smirked at that, putting a hand on your waist and pulling you close to him, making you drop your phone.
âFloozies?â He was amused. âAre you jealous, darling? Are you scared Iâm going to have women coming over night after night?â
"Why would I be jealous of a cocky old man?" You smack him away from you.
"Be so fucking for real right now."Â You walk off in a huff to a different room and slam the door.
He let out a low chuckle and smirked at your reaction. He was pushing your buttons, that was for sure, but he was enjoying it.
He casually followed you to the room you stormed off to and knocked on the door. âCome on, open the door, *wife*." He purposely used the word again, knowing youâd get annoyed. âDonât you know itâs not nice to lock yourself away from your husband?â
"Let's face facts, you obviously want your freedom, so why don't you just go?"
He pushed open the door and walked into the room, standing at the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.
âAnd go where, exactly?â he replied with a smirk. âIâve been told by the head of the clan that itâs my duty to breed you. Youâre stuck with me, whether you like it or not, darling.â
"Go stick your sword up your ass, geezer." You hug your knees and just look away from him.
He chuckled at your words. âIs that anyway to talk to your husband?â he replied, his voice taunting. âWhat a filthy mouth.â
He pushed himself off the bed and walked towards you, grabbing your chin in his hand and forcing you to look at him. âWatch it, *wife*. I can punish you for that attitude.â
You move yourself away from him once more. You weren't in the mood for this bullshit. You give your husband the middle finger and stepped out the apartment for a while. He watched you storm out with a smirk. It was too easy to rile you up, but it was also kind of fun, messing with you.
He got up and walked to the window, pulling the curtains back slightly so he could see you. He didnât plan on letting you stay out for the rest of the night, but he would at least let you cool off first. You wandered off into the nice, cool night. You looked around, and people were just chatting away, dancing and laughing. The work day was over for most people, as normal they were heading to bars and have some fun.
He watched you walk off through the streets of the city. He didnât plan on letting you be out for too long. He wanted to see if youâd make an attempt to get away.
There were plenty of bars and other people around, and the thought of you sneaking off with one of them didnât settle well with him. He couldnât exactly blame you, he wouldnât want to be with him either, but he was your husband now. It was his duty to keep you by his side and it was your job to obey.
You were alone in a bar, drinking your sorrows away. You hated this arrangement. But something about you seemed to attract a lot of unwanted attention.Â
A few men in the bar had taken an interest in you as you sat there drinking alone. Their eyes were on you, their gazes lingering on your form. Some glanced at you and smirked, while others sent winks your way.
You decided to ignore the attention and drink away. You don't know why your "husband" always managed to get under your skin, but he did it a little too well.
The attention was starting to get annoying. It was obvious they were hitting on you, but you just wanted to drink alone and deal with your problems in peace, not be bothered by some lowlifes.
One of the men approached you, sliding into the seat next to you. âHey there, beautiful. You alone?â he said with a smirk.
"Look, whatever you want, I'm not entirely interested at the moment." You dismissed them and looked at your drink.
It was a strawberry shortcake martini, your favorite.Â
The man raised his arms up in a surrender motion, laughing at your response. âJust asking. Canât blame a guy for wanting to chat up a pretty girl like you.â He put his arms on the counter and leaned on them, looking at you intently.
âYou look like you can use some company, though. You donât look very happy.â
"It's a long story. You wouldn't wanna hear it." You just muster.
âOh, but Iâm a very good listener. I promise, a pretty girl like you could tell me all her problems,â he smirked and leaned a bit closer to you. He clearly didnât understand your dismissive attitude.
Some of his friends looked over, one of them whispering something to the other, glancing over at the two of you.
"I'm stuck in an arrangement with someone and I just wanted to enjoy the single life a little longer."
The man nodded with a hum, listening intently. âArrangement, huh? Sounds like a shitty deal, being tied down to someone you donât really wanna be with.â
He paused for a moment. âWhoâs this person that has you tied down, if you donât mind me asking?â He gave you a smirk. âSome rich old geezer?â
"Some asshole named Toji Fushiguro." You answered bluntly.
The manâs eyes widened slightly at hearing the name. âToji Fushiguro, huh?â he repeated. âAnd heâs your husband now? Must not be that great of a guy if youâre drinking away your troubles.â
His eyes darted over to his friends at another table, who were watching carefully. They both seemed to be whispering and nodding to each other while glancing over occasionally.
"He's such a pain in the ass. I SWEAR." You continued to shit talk him, not acknowledging Toji's presence behind you. You then noticed the man you're talking to go pale.
"What?" You said to him
The man quickly looked behind you, seeing Toji now standing behind you. He paled and quickly averted his gaze, looking back at you.
âE-er, no reason.â
By now, Toji was clearly pissed off. He had been standing there for a while listening to you talking about how annoying he was and his hand was clenched into a fist.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's just an asshole." You laughed still not knowing he's behind you.
The man in front of you laughed along with your statement, but it was a clearly nervous laugh.
Toji had enough of listening to you talk badly about him. He reached over and put his hand on your shoulder, grip tight as he leaned down over your shoulder.
âDonât you think thatâs a little rude, wife? Calling your husband an âassholeâ.â
"OHâ" You yelled out and fell from your seat. You felt your heart beating out your chest.
Toji caught you before you could actually fall to the ground. He chuckled at you, an arrogant grin over his face as he held you against his chest. One of his hands was gripping your waist to keep you up while the other held your shoulder.
The man in front of you looked at the two of you, clearly startled and intimidated now that Toji had appeared.
"JESUS." You yelled out,
"Thanks for the heart attackâ"
Toji smirked at your words and pulled you closer to him. He wasnât gonna let you keep bad mouthing him to other people.
âSorry, princess. But you really should watch what you say.â
He nodded his head to the man you were talking to, who was now just staring at the two of you. âYou shouldnât talk about your husband l like that in public, right?â
"You don't even like me, why do you even CARE?" You raised your brow to him.
âCare?â Toji laughed at that, pulling you a little closer to him as he spoke.
âJust because I donât like you doesnât mean you can go around bad mouthing me, darling.â
He put a hand on your cheek, eyes looking down at you with a mocking gaze.
âIâm your husband, now. And I have a reputation. So you better keep that pretty little mouth of yours from calling me an âassholeâ again in public.â
"If I don't?" Your arms were crossed still waiting for some type of result.
Tojiâs smirk only widened at your question. He leaned down more near your ear, hand still grabbing your cheek as he spoke lowly.
âTry me, wife.â His tone darkened, a hint of a warning in his voice. âGo on. Call me an âasshholeâ again.â
You leaned in closer to him and doubled down on that promise.
"Ass..hole." you said as a sly remark.
Tojiâs grip on your waist and cheek only tightened at your words. His eyes darkened and he let out a scoff.
âOh, youâre really pushing my buttons, you know that?â
His voice was low, almost a growl. His lips were near your ear and his hand on your cheek moved to grip your chin, forcing your head up to look at him. You glare at him, and all he had was that a shit eating smirk on his face. The way you wanted to humble this man was atrocious. Before you could say or do anything he threw you over his shoulder and just stared at the man you were just chatting with.
You were kicking and yelling at him to let you go. You then notice as he started working, he was walking towards a bathroom.
The man just stood there as Toji picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. He was a bit in shock, watching as Toji began to walk towards the bathrooms.
You continued to kick and yell at him, attempting to get away from him, but he just held you firmly.
He pushed open one of the bathroom doors and walked into it before kicking it shut behind him, locking the door for privacy.
"What the hell are youâ" your sentence stopped as his lips violently crashed into yours. You were in for a shock.
His lips were rough, pressing against yours with force as he grabbed you tightly. The suddenness of the kiss completely caught you off guard, and his grip on you showed he wasnât letting up.
He pushed you up against a wall, pinning you, and his lips only pressed harder into you.
You tried desperately to pull back, but you felt him bringing you back.
He only continued to press you against the wall, pinning you with his body. His hands gripped your hips and held you tightly, not letting you get away.
The kiss was rough and aggressive, his lips pressed hard against yours, tongue forcing its way into your mouth and claiming it.
The more you pulled back, the more rough he got, eventually you just let it happened. He groaned against your lips when he felt you stop resisting, his tongue claiming your mouth still. His grip on your hips got tighter, body pressing against yours as he began pushing his thigh in between your legs.
It felt like one second you were clothed, the naked you were bent over in the stalls. You could feel his length and girth slowly going inside you. He groaned and growled as he bottomed out into you.
"Fuck.." he groaned to you.
Tojiâs thrusts were slow, but packed a forceful thrust. Your moans and skapping skin were echoing the bathroom, he had a firm grasps of your hips as he just watch your ass jiggle for minutes.
"What's the matter, wife?" He asked you as he pounded deeper into you. "You're awfully quiet, no shit talking?"
The faster we went, the more he got to see your ass jiggle. At this part you were like putty to him. You watched as he switched positions and you felt like you were going to explode. Toji groaned loudly as he unloaded inside you. You felt his warm seed inside of you, you were speechless.
Time had passed, and you were the first to come out the bathroom, your clothes a bit messy, but you basically got yourself prepped and ready.
Toji followed after you shortly, his clothes also a bit messy, but he looked relatively collected. He ran a hand through his messy hair and watched you.
âYou know,â he said, his voice a bit low. âYouâre a lot more fun when you lose the attutde, wife.â
"Shut up." Was all you could muster, but also couldn't help but feel your cheeks heating up.
Toji chuckled at your response, a smirk over his face. âYouâre still so feisty though. You never give in, do you?â
He stepped closer to you, putting an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. He leaned down close to your ear, his voice a low whisper. âBut I do like that cute little flustered look on your face.â
All you could do was groan in embarrassment, as he laughed it off and took you home.
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