#the way this started even fucked me up like just say you hate women and move onđ
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Everyday I resist the urge to post âslimetwt shut the fuck upâ on social media. Itâs a need at this point.
#this whole situation is so fucking stupid Jesus christ#itâs not a lot of you but you know who Iâm talking about#the way this started even fucked me up like just say you hate women and move onđ#he is 26 year old.#yall embarrass me fr#slimecicle
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Ugh I was excited for today until I found out I'd have to spend it with people that actively make me hate being alive hate the future and drain me off all energy physically mentally spiritually like a vampire I can't stand to be around her she is the definition of stupidity and even then that's generous as fuck this bitch has filled her brain with so much garbage I watch her brain cells die at alarming rates every single time she uses her vocal cords her giggles make me want to jam a sewing needle into my ear repeatedly so I can never have to hear it again its a friendly reminder that my parents decisions this time my dad's constantly makes me want to die
#i cant even shes just so dangerously stupid#she thinks energy drinks with natural caffeine are safe to give people who have been told by doctor doing take caffeine with thia meds#ahe thinks of a child is CHOCKING to lie them face down n rub their back#she has the evangelical woman voice worse then women I've met n that cult ahe giggles constantly and behaves like the stereotype lil german#boy just got a lollipop over.... everyone and everything whe acts likw an 11 year old I just got the first boyfriend and all they could talk#is how perfect their boyfriend is and they're so pretty good for that I pulled a boyfriend is and it's like a God thing that they met how#SOOOOOOOOOO in love while constantly nonstop touching ahe has to be touching him her hand on his thigh her atm linked with his her heaf on#his chest she has to be in her lap they make out all over the place IT'S DISGUSTING AND EMBARRASSING STOP SWAPPING SPIT#she started a i. hwr words 'love diary of their love journey' they hadn't been dateing 2 months her kids are spoiled fake Instagram bitches#with such shitty views on politics SHE'S A TRUMP FAN GIRL SHENLOVES TRUMP MY DAD BROUGHT IN A TRUMPIE#there's so much i cant even say because even admitting it on tumblr is too embarrassing i wanted.to.likw her i liked her the first day but#THE MORE I GET TO KNOW GET THE MORE N MORE N MISS RED FKAGS#she threw away all my siblings clothes school books toys uniforms for sports their in toys i bought them that week make up jewelry#in the disguise of helping clean house#while i was at the hospital the kids call me in tears i call her beg her to wait and nope.ahe didn't i found the bags by the curb i brought#my dad sided with hwr because 'she didn't mean any harm she didn't know sje was throwing them away'#my mom hasn't bsen dead a year he started dating right after ahe died#hes talking about marrying this woman this woman who has never had an honest educated thought once in her life#WHO ASLO SPEMDA MONEY LIKE A DRUNKEN SAILOR AHE CAME FROM A WITCH FAMILY HER LAST TWO HUSBANDA WERE TOUCH SHE HAS NO KNOWLEDGE OF THE COMMON#SHE SPENDS LIKE SHE STILL HAS MONEY WHEN SHE DOSE NOT AND IT'S LIKE YOU DID NOT JUST SPEND OVER 180 DOLLARS N PASTRIES GOD#SHES SO FUCKIN STUPID AND EVERY HOLIDAY SINCE MY MOM DIED WVERY FAMILY GWT TOGETHER BECAUSE WE DON'T TALK OR.DO ANYTHING WITH MOM'S SIDE#OF THE FAMILY ANYMORE SHE'S THERE EVERY WINGLE MOTHER FUCKIN WEEKEND SHES HERE I'M EXHAUSTED SHES PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY DRAINING TO BE ARO#OUND SHES LIKE IF SOMEONE TOOK A GOLDEN RETRIEVER ON A DIET OF JUST FUCKIN COCAINE LITTLE GERMAN BOY WITH LOLLY AND CRUELLA DEVILLE AND FUSE#THEN TOOK A STRAW AND DRANK ALL THE SMARTS OUT OF THAT BEING#UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGH MY DADS GOIN TO NARRY RHIA BITCH SHES GOIN TO TRY TO BE A MOTHER TO ME AND MY SIBLINGS AND THEY'RE GOIN TO#be so fucked up because her kids are not ok SHE FUCKED THEM OVER BAD SHE HAS FOUR KIDS ALL ADULTS THEY'RE JUST WOW#I HATE MY LIFE I HATE WHAY FUTURE MY FAMILY IS GOIN TO BE THE GOOD THINGS IS I WON'T HAVE TO STAY I CAN GO N MAKE A NEW ONE WITH MY WIFE#FOR ME BUT MY SIBLINGS ARE FUCKED AND ANYTIME I WANT TO VISIT MY FAMILY YANDERE GOLDEN RETRIEVER BITCH WILL BE THERE WORMING HWR WAY IN#SHES CONSTANTLY CALLING N TEXTING MY DAD NONSTOP OF SHE'S NOT NEXT TO HIM AND IF HE CAN'T RESPOND INSTANT SHE FREAKS OUT N BUGS ME
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This is so unbelievably real. I understand where people are coming from (in some areas) but there is such a negative idea of masculinity within the queer community that itâs starting to feel childish, like vaspider said. The shit said to trans men and masculine is so fucked up too. The idea that someone being a man is the part of them that is bad is a poisonous thing. Itâs incredibly dangerous and is not only working to rip the community apart, but is adhering to fucked up gender norms, in a way. Being a man in inherently not a bad thing, but there are, of course, a lot of bad bad men out there. But even then that doesnât give people the right to just be shitty to any person they come across that might be a man and say shit like what was shown in the screenshot above. Like shit like this is what pushes men into incel spaces, and saying that all men are evil just allows for more shitty men to do shitty things under the guise of what is basically the adult version of âboys will boysâ
alienating men and masculine aligned people is just fucking weird. Especially in queer spaces. Masculinity for some reason is now considered the antithesis of queer, when that is not the case? Queerness doesnât equal femininity, queerness is just something outside of the strict societal norms that a lot of us are starting to, even if we donât realize it, adhere to. just be nice to everyone and donât alienate based solely on gender and presentation, man. Doing shit like this is only going to tear us apart further, which is exactly what the people against this community want.
sorry since realizing my gender i have zero tolerance for the whole âman hatingâ angle of being queer i hate i hate it i hate you. stop. you are hurting people.
#Also like donât get me started on how rampant this runs in transmasc spaces and masc aligned nb spaces#Like heyâŠisnât this#what youâre aligned with#its just extremely unproductive#and itâs also exactly what the enemy wants??#Also the idea that masculinity is the antithesis of queer is entirely wrong#like queerness is not femininity#Queerness does not come from femininity as a whole#Being queer is to exist outside of societal norms#so yes#that does include trans men#gay men#and all sorts of men#Also saying that you hate all men is a huge generalization thatâs just harmful#Because not all men have the priveleges that cis straight white men have#Like think trans men#and men of color#but even then that doesnât make cis straight white men the enemy??#The system we live under is the problem and it always has been#Also the phrase ânot all menâ is horrible under a specific context#like its origins are fucked up as hell and it should never be used in response to S/A like it has been#But the thing is that itâs true OUTSIDE OF CONTEXT. itâs really not all men#There are horrible people in every single group ever#If we could make teach the boys we raise and help the guys around us then maybe weâd be better off#Itâs just unproductive and cruel to be so hateful#its exactly what the people against our community want#Also also itâs weird hearing straight women say that they hate men#Like hey girlie. I thought you were supposed to like them??#Just say you hate your boyfriend or husband idk#Anyway yeah itâs just unproductive and cruel and we as a community need to do way way better than weâre doing rn
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đŹđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ ⯠As the campusâs well known fâŁckboy, Satoru Gojo wasnât known to stick around for more than one night in one bed. Well, that unspoken rule just didnât apply when the bed was yours.
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Absolutely unbearable.
If there was any way to describe the campus fuckboy, itâd be that.
He was knownâinfamous for his unique way of fucking women and somehow leaving them attached, yearning for him once more after just one night, while he only left unscathed with his balls empty.
Satoru Gojo was insatiable. And you hated him.
You failed to see what everyone saw in himâhe was a total idiot for fucks sake! Granted, he had a pretty face and could be quite charming, and you really couldnât say for yourself if he was that good in bed, but good things about him paled in comparison to his horrid personality. He knew how attractive he was, and used that any chance he got.
How did he manage to talk his way into and out of anything? You simply didnât know. But you hated him.
That wasâŠuntil you yourself finally had a taste of Satoru Gojo.
Drunk at a party and so utterly wasted, youâd failed to acknowledge who was hitting on you, who you got into the taxi with to drive back to who knows where. His hands all over youâso rough yet inviting, even after the alcohol in your system had gone you still found yourself pulled into a trance.
A trance that seemingly pushed you to his bed and under him. Seemingly had you moaning his name all night and for more to come.
And seemingly, now, opening the door to your apartment so he could come in. So he could come in and fuck you like heâs been doing for the past months. Well, thatâs just what he thought would happen anyway.
âSatoru,â you huffed, watching as the tall freak plopped himself onto your couch, momentarily jerking his head back before he responded with a hum.
âCan you stop acting like a fool and try not to break anything for once?â You chastised, pointing to a hand of his already playing with the flowers in your prized vaseâhe hadnât given you those and had no right to taint them.
The white haired man groaned, rolling his eyes and following you down the narrow hallway to your bedroom. Your steps halted at the doorway and so did his, a low snicker leaving his lips as his hands slid to your waist.
âSo,â he sighed in your ear, brushing his soft lips past the skin of your neck, big hands squeezing the flesh of your ass as he snaked them down. âYâjust gonna keep on being grumpy or you gonna let me fuck?â
âSatoru,â you exasperated for what seemed like the umpteenth time, though you didnât dare take his hands off your body, already surrendering to the feeling. âJust because weâve been fucking doesnât mean that I only invite you here because of that.â
You turned around to face him. âWe have a project to do, remember?â
âYeah, yeah. Weâll start after I start.â
And what was Satoruâs definition of that?
It was pushing your head further down into your pillows as he absolutely ravished your cunt, simultaneously holding both your hands back with just one of his.
His thrusts were deep and calculatedâto the point where it felt like he knew where every pleasurable spot inside you was. Perhaps he did.
âDickâs got you all quiet now, hm?â he smirks, sliding his free hand up your back and to your head, pulling your hair back as he speaks. By then you were a drooling mess and as much as youâd hate to admit itâyouâre practically dumb on his cock, moaning incoherent little babbles of his name and how big he feels.
Satoru grins behind you, smug because heâs got you, the most prim and proper girl on campus choking on her own saliva. It all felt so surreal, you felt surrealâyour soft hips, the succulent ripple of your ass as his hips connected to it, your moansâfuck everything you did was driving him crazy. Even though it was supposed to be the other way around.
He was the one who was supposed to be ingrained in your brainâbut here he was, inches deep inside your wet, reeling pussy after he swore the last time he was in your apartment would be the last.
But thereâs always a reoccurring cycle with you. He just canât stop.
âHahâmphâslow down, Sâtoru!â you mewl, fat tears swelling in your waterline, your ears perking up at the rhythmic plap! plap! plap! of your sweaty bodies colliding. âIf âm too loud my neighbors might hear,â
âYeah? Let them hear how good Iâm makinâ you feel then,â he breathes, shallow and unsteady, his toned chest moving in tandem with his inhales. The deep tremble of his voice seems to move throughout your body, vibrating through you in such a maddening way that youâre almost cumming from the feeling alone.
What was even more provoking was the way he pulsed against your gummy walls, thumping and pulsing inside you loud enough that it seemed you could hear it.
Andâgod was Satoru close, so close he could feel the static of his high zap though his fingers. He groaned, head thrown back in bliss as he swallowed, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he did so deliciously.
Your head was spinning from the mind-dizzying pleasure, eyes rolling back in what Satoru can only admit is the most remarkable expression heâs gotten out of anyone heâs fucked.
His hair was sticking to his forehead now, sweaty from how fast he was working to thrust into you at his abnormal pace. âCan Iââ
âNo.â
A defeated sigh and a pained grunt as he pulled out just as he was about to teeter off the edge of pleasure, taking himself in his hands and finishing the job. Satoru jerked himself as he watched you shake and convulse in euphoria, your body unwinding as you let your limbs go limp.
Cum seeped from your pussy, dripping down to your clit and sheetsâand that sight was all he needed before his hot seed was spurting all over your back, the sensation causing a broken cry to leave your lips.
âFuck,â Satoru mouthed, breathing hard as he gave your ass little smacks of approval. âThat wasâshitâso good.â
You nodded, head turning to the side as you watched him take off his cum-filled condom, and dump it in the trash. Satoru plopped back on your bed once he was done.
A smirk graced his lips and you rolled your eyes in annoyance, knowing nothing good could come out of that look.
âWhen do you think we could do it raw, hm?â
âWhen you get tested for every type of STD.â
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i clicked on the original tweet just to see if anyone else felt as weird about it as i did because at this point iâm just tired of seeing people going on and on about trans men dating cishet men who try to convince them not to transition as if itâs a funny joke about a trans man doing something silly and not a manipulative and generally very unhealthy relationship dynamic that can hurt the trans man involved really deeply (as forcing someone back into the closet tends to do.)
did i find anyone else feeling that way? no. there were a few people pointing out that it was weird in general, and plenty saying itâs a weird thing to say about a cis woman, but nothing expressing any sort of concern about the tired stereotype itâs perpetuating.
but you know what i did find? replies like the one in the second screenshot, using the tweet as their chance to tell the world how much they hate trans men and how repulsive they find the idea of ever being compared to us. and replies like the third one, shaming trans men in relationships like that as if the fact that theyâve found themselves in an unhealthy relationship makes them deserving of public shaming, as if their relationship is hurting anyone other than them.
stereotypes like this just feel like yet another way of indirectly calling us stupid little girls who donât know whatâs good for us, and the fact that a picture of a woman is being used (even jokingly!) as an example of what trans men âlike thatâ look like should make the implications of rhetoric like this all the more obvious.
itâs relationships like these that keep us miserable in the closet for so long and drive up our sexual assault rates even more. theyâre not funny and if anyone is going to be making jokes about them, it certainly shouldnât be people who have never been in that situation. if you actually cared about us youâd be looking for ways to support the trans men you know who are in relationships like that instead of hopping on twitter to joke about how stupid they must be.
i donât care if itâs a joke. if it victim blames trans men for the transphobia we face in our personal relationships, adds to the common idea that we canât be trusted to make decisions about our own lives, and invites even more blatant transphobia against us by people who unabashedly admit they see all trans men as âdisgusting and phonyâ, itâs not fucking funny.
(i also want to note that the people making these jokes never like to mention that this also happens to trans men in relationships with queer women. they also hate those trans men, of course, and are happy to express that when they get into fights about trans men who date lesbians, but theyâll never talk about it in the context of this particular stereotype. itâs always a man being manipulative in a relationship and pressuring trans men to not transition, as if a woman would never be capable of such a thing.
they also like to conveniently ignore the existence of older trans men who transitioned after already being in a committed relationship with a cishet man and were able to make that relationship work despite their transition, because acknowledging that would require recognizing that trans men can be in seemingly contradictory relationships and genuinely be happy with their partner. who needs nuance when you can simply choose to judge all trans men for our relationships regardless of what theyâre actually like?)
do you think they also would call me âa trans man being purposefully misgenderedâ with this kind of vitriol because iâm still living with parents who donât recognize my gender instead of moving out before iâm ready to be financially independent? at this point, iâm starting to feel like they might, with the way every decision a trans man ever makes is the subject of a public debate and people have decided that trans men are secretly using being misgendered as a weapon to somehow hurt other trans people.
as a general rule, iâd say the only people who should be making âX looks like a trans manâ jokes about literally anyone/anything are trans men, and posts like this show exactly why those jokes being made by anyone else (even by other trans people) just isnât a good idea.
#just got home from work and cannot be bothered to proofread all of this well so. enjoy my Raw Thoughts#cue someone saying âitâs not that deepâ as if i didnât just spend many paragraphs explain why it bothers me so much#examples of transandrophobia#transandrophobia#transandromisia#transmisandry#virilmisia#virilphobia#anti transmasculinity#transmascphobia
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who are the sexiest JJK DILFs??? Your toji fic got me thinking....
I LOVE DILFS
Synopsis: Ranking the top three JJK DILFS. This was very self indulgent ;)
Characters: Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru
Warning: Age gap, breeding, blowjobs, edging
Toji Fusiguro
Of course first place goes to him, he is THE DILF
More of a father than people give him credit for, but is definitely one everyone would like to fuck
The type to act like he doesn't care about what his kids do but then show up to their baseball game or recital with a camera
Definitely likes younger women
He knows no shame. Are you his kids pre k teacher? He is fucking you. You his kid's babysitter? Might as well spread your legs now
Toji knows how hot he is, in fact he bathes in the stares of all the other moms and the whispers
He's mean in bed too
You thickly swallow when you feel Toji tap his tip on your soft lips.
âSuck.â
With not an ounce of hesitance, you bring your face close to Tojiâs awaiting member and allow your tongue to flop out, the warmth of your wet muscle gliding across the underside of his dick making his thighs shudder. Your ego swells, he rarely, almost never, shows a reaction when you suck him off. That simple shudder gives you the courage to bring his tip in your mouth, suckling and kissing the swollen head. Your eyes are locked with his as you do this, relishing in that subtle smirk he gives when your tongue swirls over his member, soaking the skin with your saliva.
"Make it quick, before the kids get home." He says through a groan.
2. Geto Surguru
Coming in hot is Suguru
Above all else Suguru is a family man, even after two daughters he finds him self wanting more. Perhaps a boy even?
Very loving father, the type to make you breakfast in bed and cook for you
Very active in his kids life, will go to PTA meetings (which you hate because all the moms swoon over him) and he knows how to braid and do his daughters hair
Wants. More. Kids. Honestly, it doesn't matter what gender the kid is, he would be lying if he said the part he didn't like the most was the fucking you dumb and filling you
"Talk to me baby," Geto groans in your ear. Oh god you want to, you want to say something something about how fucking good you are feeling, but words seem to fail you. The friction of his dick thrusting in and out of your walls is too delicious almost maddening. Geto snapped his hips so fast that everything seemed like a blur, the bed was shaking immensely with the head board banging on the wall and so were you from getting your cervix abused by his leaking tip. One hand is pinning your wrists together while he pistons into your gummy walls with brute force, too dumb to resist him that you could only moan and whine from how good he was fucking you.
"Want me to cum in you baby? Fill you up?'
3.Nanami Kento
Honorary DILF! This man has everything that meets the DILF criteria without being an actual dad
But if he where a dad, he'd be an amazing one
Stern but kind, Nanami Kento is not only dad material but husband material
Nanami Kento is the type to be oblivious to all the stares he gets from other women because the only this that on his mind is you and his kids
And with you, his wife, the love of his life, this man takes his time loving u
"M'feel so good so good," You babble feverishly, practically choking on each syllable. Your breathing has become ragged and fat tears started to cloud your vision.
"Shhhh baby I know." Nanami groans, grunting at the way your pussy squeezes around him, trying to suck him in impossibly more even though his tip is already brushing against your cervix. Â The sounds that emanated from your bodies were sinful, trapped warm cum sloshing with every slow thrust. Your thighs trembled, toes curling and uncurling at the feeling of being stuffed so impossibly full.Â
âFaster please faster,â You whine and bury your nose into the nape of his neck to kiss and lick at the skin in an attempt to appease your husband.Â
âJust a little longer baby, wanna fuck you nice and slow first.â
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Itâs Time You Switch
Ê pairing: Paige Bueckers x reader
Ê word count: 4.4k words
Ê prompt: âFuck your boyfriend, he a bitch. I think itâs time you switch.â
Ê warnings: RPF!! , smut!!, voyeurism, dirty talk?, face riding, fingering, oral reader!receiving, basically porn with little plot
Ê rimunagenius speaks: in which Paige turns straight girls ;) i have not written smut since my wattpad era so im sooo insanely rusty but i also have never felt the touch of a woman romantically sooo idek if this will be any goodâŠsuggestions are welcome to make it better!! and for future works!!
| Masterlist | Womenâs Basketball Masterlist |
"I don't know what I did to him, though. That's what I can't let go. He's being so dry and cold." You told the team as you did dynamic warm up before practice started.
Coach G just shook his head, listening to all your guy problems. This was just another boy for him to hate on campus. At this rate, the whole male and female population at UConn was on his shit list.
"I say, you dump him." KK said, patting your back mid walking lunge. "He's been doing this for months now, it's time to drop him, girl boo.â You told KK a lot of things. She was just a freshman but she become a quick and good friend.
You met her in a class you had been taking and started talking, soon finding out you were both on the same team. It shocked her, but after finding out you stayed off social media, the press release of her committing was new news. You were a senior and she was a freshman, but this friendship was like you two knew eachother forever.
"Yeah, I agree with K." Paige said, from the other side of you. A soft, comforting smile on her face.
"You know what could fix this? A girls night." Aaliyah smiled, her eyebrows wiggling suggesting you guys go out.
"I know you're not planning to go out, get drunk on the night before a game." Coach yelled from his seat on the bench.
"But Coach, c'mon! My girls feeling sad." Paige feigned a pout, grabbing your shoulders and pointing your face, you pouting your lips and batting your lashes.
"Nah, it's okay. I don't really want to go out anyways. Staying in is the move." You sighed, the stretching finished.
You talked about it all practiceâsad about it all practice. After, Paige suggested you come over to her place, a sleepover. You begrudgingly agreed. Telling her she needed to take you home to get some clothes; Paige shutting it down because you could borrow hers.
That was the first mistake. It didn't feel like a mistake in the end but that was the first step to a very confusing day afterwards. The second, sharing a bed with the blonde.
You both decided to lay in her bed, get fat on snacks, and watch all the movies you could before getting sleepy and tapping out for the night. I guess Paige had another tapping in mind.
"You know he doesn't deserve you so why do you stay with him?" Paige disregarded the movie, turning her head slightly to look at you.
"He does deserve me, he's just struggling, I guess." You shrugged your shoulders, dwelling on the fact that you couldn't figure out what he was actually struggling with.
"Fuck your boyfriend. He's a bitch for the way he's acting with a pretty girl like you." Paige got passionate about defending her friends. Especially when someone in their life wasn't treating them right. She was more of a protector. A fierce one.
"Paige, that's a little mean."
"It's true. It's time you switched. I'm telling you, girls are so much less complicated. They're easier to read and better at communicating." Paige smirked to you, knowing you wouldn't shoot for it.
"Please, if I knew how, I would." You rolled your eyes, looking down, shoving a potato chip in your mouth.
Paige's eyes went wide. There's no way you were actually serious. You looked like the straightest of straight girls, a very attractive one. Which is why she thought it sucked you didn't swing that way. "No way, are you serious?" She laughed.
"Yeah, but I dont even think I like girls like that." You furrowed your brows. You never actually thought about it. You had no idea if the "girl crushes" you had were actually crushes.
"What does that mean?"
"Like, I've seen girls and thought they were super attractive. I'd wonder what it'd be like to kiss them, and I used to say iâd treat them better than their actual boyfriends, but I didn't think that far." That set it off for Paige. That's how it started. First you thought about what it'd be like to kiss a girl, then to date, and then to fuck.
"Have you ever thought about dating them?" Paige already knew where this was going.
"Yeah sort of. But I was always with him that it was whatever." You looked to Paige.
"Well it's time you switch." She smiled smugly at you, shrugging her shoulders. "I'm down to show you how." That was the most forward Paige had ever been with a girl. She knew it was swaying you, the contemplation clouding your vision, deep in thought.
"What do you mean 'show me'? Like how to fuck?" Your brows furrowed as you questioned the blonde beside you.
"That's exactly what I mean..." Paige's eyes watched yours, waiting for the green light.
"Okay." Suddenly the air in your lungs disappeared when Paige grabbed your face and kissed you deeply. She wanted this for so long. You and her had been bestfriends all throughout your childhood. She had even told Geno he couldn't give her an offer without giving you one. Your skills in basketball were exceptional, your work ethic and athleticism and ability to work with people around you. You and Paige made a great team.
She had admired everything about you for as long as she could remember. She was just waiting on you. You moaned into the kiss, opening your legs so she could slot her body between yours, achieving the best angle to kiss you.
Something in you felt like this was all muscle memory. Like you two have done this before. Her hands moved to your hips, her grip firm but so soft. You two kicking the snacks off the bed, not caring about the mess that was to be made.
"Imma take your clothes off...that okay?" Paige's lips trailed down the collumn of your neck, moaning at the sensation your body sparked throughout her body.
"Yeah, okay. Please." Instantaneously Paige's fingers dropped the the waistband of your pajama shorts, and the waistband of your underwear. The feeling of lace pulling a groan from the blondes throat. Ridding you of your pants and underwear, her hand grabbed the hem of your shirtâher shirt, sliding it up.
You sat up, pulling it off, panting softly. You couldn't believe this was happening. The least you expected from this sleepover was hooking up with your bestfriend, in her bed, on a friday night. You then grabbed Paige's face, needing her lips on yours like you were a woman starved.
Paige was a sweetheart; a golden retriever, kind, and good person...but when it came to her game, on and off the court, she was literally a cocky fuck boy who could prove they could get into your pants. She was a respectful woman, one of the best even, but the second mutual interest was involved; game over.
While making out, her hand cupping your breast over the padding of your bra, the only clothing you seemed to have on left, she bit your bottom lip, slightly tugging on it with her teeth. Your back arched, moaning at the sensation she was able to wash your body in, she quickly unclasped your bra, sliding the straps off when you were flat on your back.
Having the soft skin of yours exposed, she slowed her movements, dodging your face when you tried to kiss her again. "Show me how he got you off." The sentence shocked you.
"Huh?" You looked at her, her eyes having the same challenging look. She knew she'd do ten times better than he ever could. Plus, it helped that her anatomy and your anatomy were the same...meaning, she knew where everything was.
"You heard me, show me what he did for you, so I can show you that I can do it better." Her long hair falling on her shoulders, she slid her Huskies t-shirt off, leaving her in a black sports bra.
You shifted on the bed, nervous but willing. She already had you naked, you were already so wet so you knew when you try and fail to get yourself off like how your ex did, she'd make it better. Paige always made it better.
You reached your hand down, sliding your fingers through your soaking wet cunt, gathering as much as your slick as possible, gasping softly. The feeling of your fingers ghosting your clit, you remembered that you were supposed to be doing this how he did, so you disregarded the spot your body ached and pleaded for physical contact, and jumped straight to inserting two fingers.
You looked at Paige, a look in her eyes you've never seen before. "Wait, he didn't evenâ?" She was confused but really focused nonetheless. You knew she wasn't really paying attention to what you were doing, she was; she was literally getting soaked at watching you play with yourself, but she just couldn't take her eyes off your pretty pussy. She would never be your 'friend' again after tonight.
You shook your head at her question and continued in fingering your self, curling your fingers at the right spots, maintaining the even yet somewhat hasty pace. Your panting started to get louder, your eyes fluttering closed every now and again. Slowly coaxing yourself to your high, you spread your legs wider, reaching your hand out, signaling Paige you wanted her to grab your hand.
She placed her hand in yours and she was immediately pulled on top of you, your mouth finding hers. Your hand never wavered in the work you were doing on yourself, which is why Paige swallowed the loud moan induced by your orgasm, as you slowly started to slow the rhythm of your fingers, riding out the small orgasm.
You don't know why you did it, you only were conscious of it after you had placed the fingers that were previously inside of you, into her mouth. Your jaw slack, jus a tiny bit, watching and feeling her lick your fingers, swallowing any trace of your she can hope to find. You couldnât believe you were behaving like this. So dirty but so willing.
Paige moaned at the action, not trying to deny that what you had done could've made her come alone. She started to drag her lips from yours, to the corner of your lips, to your cheek, all the way to and down your neck, sloppy and lazy but sensual kisses were left in her wake.
She wouldn't dare leave any marks behind, your guys' team would calculate what went down her tonight. So she settled for non-visible hickeys. When her lips met your breasts, she took her sweet time with both. Her tongue swirling around your taught nipple, her free hand kneeding the other.
Your back was already arching off the bed, hands tugging at the sheets below you. The soft cries leaving your lips egging her on.
She moved across the other breast, a trail of purple and red trailing the way, her hand switched places. You couldn't take this...you needed her somewhere else. You loved this but holy was she dragging it out.
Before you could even askâbeg, her to move where you were so desperately wanting her, her hand was already spreading your leg open, lips following a foreign, yet so familiar path, all the way down to the curve of your thighs.
She started slowly, opting to tease you, but also educate you like she promised. You understood the significance of foreplay, hell you craved it in your evidently clear soon to be previous relationship, but you couldn't take the ache your pussy had for Paige. It's like it knew you needed her all along. It didn't help that you hated the prolonged attention, but also loved it. Watching her worship your body was something so unexplainably attractive.
The way she slowly placed soft kisses from your knees, massaging the soft skin of your calf's along the way, all the way up your thigh. The closer her lips got to your center, the more antsy you became. You needed her mouth to connect already. You couldn't take it anymore.
"Oh, my god. Paige...please." You sighed, your panting growing more and more viscous.
"Please what, gorgeous?" Her lips ghosted over your wet folds as she moved to the other leg, now blatantly teasing the fuck out of you, while she smiled and kissed every expanse she could.
"Please just eat my pussy already. I can't take it." You almost cried begging her to finally do something. She had you masturbate infront of her for christ sake.
"Whatever you want." She looked into your eyes, her pupils blown, a blissed out smile and haze on her face. Almost immediately after, her face disappeared in between your legs. Paige licked a stripe up your soaking cunt, from the entrance all the way to the most sensitive nerve ending.
The sound that escaped your mouth was borderline pornographic as the built up arousal finally was being tended to. The feeling of her slick tongue running one more stripe through your folds before swirling around your clit was something you absolutely could not imagine. Your mind in a foggy mess.
"You taste so sweet, baby." The name leaving her mouth ignited fuzziness that you felt in your toes all the way to your scalp. Her voice hoarse, mouth glistening from you, you could never get this sight out of your head; nor did you want to.
"Ohhhh, my god." It came out like a pure cry. The choked moans mixed with tears and strained sobs, elicited a newfound hunger in Paige.
Her mouth doing double time, her tongue swirling and licking perfectly paced, her lips sucking and kissing all the right places at the right time, started to build up the coil in your belly. The feeling growing more and more intense the more she praised you from between your legs. "You're doing so good for me, baby." You couldn't even breathe.
The coil snapping, the tension in your belly now releasing, a gushing mess now painted Paige's gorgeous face, your mouth agape.
You couldn't help but scream...almost. Your moan so loud, Paige covered your mouth with her hand. "Shh, don't want the neighbors to hear." Paige panted softly in your ear, before cracking the signature smirk.
The smugness she had while she saw the aftermath of what seemed to be the best orgasm you have ever had in your life. Your breathing still shallow, your chest heaving, the pattern of the way it rises and falls mesmerizes Paige. Her ego being fed tremendously watching the way you fell apart just by her going down on you.
She couldn't help but want to brag to your ex that he couldn't even make you feel half of what she just did. The accomplishment of getting you to look like this in her bed, your breath fanning over her face as she hovered over you, the accomplishment in having you like this, with her in her bed, was truly a miracle.
Paige loved it. She could go this whole night just fulfilling your needs, showing you everything you missed out on in your pointless one sided relationship. She intended to.
"Oh, my god. That wasâ" You stopped, your breath finally returning. "That was fucking amazing." You looked at the blonde who seemed to be content watching you fall apart.
The smugness on her face but the adoration of you being here, pure evidence that she was enjoying every second of it. "It was. Didn't know you were a screamer." The cocky Paige returned, forgetting keeping the moment remotely intimate. You smacked her arm that rested next to your body, and grabbed her face and kissed her.
You caught her off guard, her mouth open due to a small gasp, and took that as your chance to slide your tongue in her mouth. You two made out like horny teenagers. You two weren't that far from being teenagers, that was only a couple years ago, but you two made eachother feel like two young kids, absolutely enamored with the idea of each other that you couldn't get off of eachother.
You two made out, you slowly turning yourself so you could be on top. Paige knew what you were trying to do, allowing you to take control for now. You oulled apart, looking down at her, picturing this, saving it for the foreseeable future. Chasing your lips, Paige grabbed your face, pulling you into a deepening kiss. You two literally couldn't get enough of eachother.
Before you could even get the rest of Paige's clothes off, she grabbed your hips that were resting on hers, and pulled them forcefully over towards her chest. You gasped and yelped, suprised at the sudden force she was using. Hesitant to follow, you saw her hungry gaze go between your eyes and your nowâagain, soaking cunt.
There was no way. "Paige, no. Don't even think about it." You warned, a small intimidating look. It normally had an affect on Paige on the court, knowing when she saw it, you talked a big game and backed it up. But right now, in the bedroom, you were hers and she had the control.
Tonight was to show you what you were missing out on, and how to get a girl going. There was no way she'd let you have the control, no matter how much she wanted it. She'd save that for another night. Maybe she was getting too ahead of herself, but there was going to be another night with you.
"What are you talking about?" The smugness returned, along with a feigned clueless look. You couldn't take her serious with the fact that your thighs were damn near putting her in a chokehold, her hands inching you closer and closer to where she wanted you...where she wanted you to sit, preferably.
"Paige, i'm not about to sit on your face." You tried scooting back, forgetting that Paige was actually stronger than you. The ferocity in which she pulled your hips, your pussy ghosting her lips at the force and aim in which she yanked you, a small gasp escaped your sealed lips.
You yanked your hips back, giving her a pointed look. "I was trying to literally fuck you, not trying to sit on your face. Let me make you feel good, baby." Paige knew she could get away with calling you baby, you probably weren't thinking much of it when she said it. But Paige said it with conviction, just the way you did right now.
The name only egged her on when you used it in this context. The only context Paige wanted to hear it in. "Your making me feel good by letting me make you feel good. I promise i'm fine, I just want you to sit this pretty pussy on my face. Will you let me?" Her eyes sincere, the smirk playing on her lips slowly convincing you by the second.
"You promise?" You whispered, suddenly conforming to the blonde underneath you. Something about the way she talked easily convinced you.
"Yeah. Promise." You stared down at her, unsure. Not wanting to crush her, your thighs being pretty full, the muscle you've built over the years, and just the general size being something you've been insecure about since you were a little girl. She knew that.
That's why when she saw the look on your face, she kissed your thighs. In whatever spot she could reach. She gave you a reassuring nod, smile on her face. Albeit you didn't know what kindâcocky or comforting. Either way, when she said what she did, you immediately obeyed.
"Sit on my face." You then moved both knees eye level with Paige, falling back slightly, your pussy ghosting her lips again. The second you put your full weight on her face, her mouth got to work.
The sensation and new angle elicited some explicit sounds. 'Didn't know you were a screamer' kept replaying in your head when you tried to quiet down the moans only Piage seemed to be able to pull from you, escaped your lips.
Her hands cupped your ass, pressing your body down impossibly closer and harder into her face. She seemed to be pushing so hard, you were scared you were going to suffocate her. Her tongue teased your entrance, swiftly ghosting in and out of it, before lapping at your folds and clit perfectly.
She ate you like a woman starved. Like if this was her last meal. You had enjoyed every second of this exchange. You reached your hand down slowly, softly moving your hand in slow circles on your clit, overstimulating yourself.
Paige took notice of your fingers now getting to work, a gravely groan reverberating into your wet pussy as she looked up at you, and quickly closing her eyes in bliss. She decided that since you wanted to touch yourself, she'd slide a finger or two into you. To really get you going. Wasnât the most ideal positioning but she was going to make it work.
Her head bobbed subtly, effectively getting her tongue into the small space where her fingers were about to make an appearance. Inserting one finger, Paige watched, felt, and listened to the way your body reacted to her movements.
Using each reaction to her advantage. The small gasp you let out when she inserted herself into you, the way your breathing reluctantly changed pace, so she inserted another, noticing how your breath picked up. That's when she curled her fingers methodically to the pace she set for herself, matching the pace you set while you continued rubbing circles in your clit.
It didn't take long for Paige to brung you closer to the edge while her tongue picked up the slack for your fingers. You stopped your movements and let her do the work, she could tell it was good by the volume your pants and moans were sounding. She was working overtime while you ran your hand over her hair, eventually looking for another anchor to grip to while you violently come undone by your best friend. "Oh, my god. Right there. Don't stop." You panted, your jaw dropped.
Your legs started to shake, Paige's pace relentless while she finger fucked you in her bed, while she simultaneously ate you out. This wasn't the way you expected to spend your night, and neither did Paige, but holy fuck was it worth it.
"Don't you dare stopâOh!" The coil snapped once again, a guttural cry and moan left your lips. You swore that any person who was passing by Paige's apartment would've thought you were filming porn. The moans you moaned were insane and absolutely the biggest turn on for Paige. She wouldn't lie and say she didn't already get off on just hearing you.
Yeah, she worked at you, and saw your oh so pretty parts, but listening to the affect she had on you, the comparison made between her and your ex and the ego boost that came with it, were just the perfect amount to get her off on just pleasuring you for the last two hours.
Your breath uneven, slowly moving your legs away from her face, your chest still heaving. She chuckled softly, before looking over to you, while you laid yourself next to her. "That's how it's done, baby." Paige held her hand up, trying to signal a high five.
You looked at her blankly, her seeing the absolute fucked our face you had, and then pulled you closer to her. Your body resting against hers; the stark contrast of your overheated body, compared to her cold and cool body.
The contrast easing the overwhelmed feeling you harbored just a little easier. "You did so good for me, baby. You looked so hot while I made you come. Couldn't believe it." You smacked her chest, feeling a little cringed that she had to see you and all the faces you could've made while you had the most earth shattering orgasms.
"Paige. Oh my god, stop." You laughed, she did too, You two laid there for a minute before she broke the silence.
"You're not going back to him, right?" Her voice now withdrawn from the cockiness and confident undertones, and just pure nerves and concern. She hoped you'd say no. That you'd choose to stay with her, and tell her he was just there until you realized your feelings for her were the same as the ones she's had for you all these years.
"No, I'm breaking up with him tomorrow. You think i'd go back to him, when he couldn't do half the shit you did with your tongue alone? Yeah, right." You looked up at Paige, your bestfriend. You couldn't believe this is what your relationship evolved to in a matter of two hours.
"Soo, that means..." Paige was hopeful. She just wanted you to say what she's been wanting to say for years.
"Let's date. I love you, you obviously love me," She looked away, embarrassed, and playfully pushed you away. You grabbed her arm, pulling her back so she could look you in the eyes. "Do you want to be my girlfriend? Serious."
"Serious. I'll be your girlfriend. Finally." Paige kissed you, slowly. Melting into eachother, the weight of the new relationship status now sinking in. You two were ecstatic.
You decided to clean up, showering, again, her inevitably joining you. When you both settled and were ready for bed. Too tired and fucked out to continue the movieârestart the movieâyou two had started a while ago, it was quiet and dark in the room when Paige suddenly whispered, "I knew you weren't straight."
"Paige, got to sleep! Oh my god." You chuckled before smacking her with the pillow under your head.
"Jeez! Sorry! But I called it."
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đ starring. Choi Seungcheol x afab!Reader
đź preview. When youâd taken this job as a handler, it hadnât been a babysitting gig. Youâd signed on to work with Seungcheol because he was supposed to be one of the best agents⊠supposed to be. Thereâd been a time, three months ago, when heâd completed a job with flying colors. The two of you had celebrated at a hotel in Paris after the success, and after two bottles of champagne, youâd actually thought you were starting to get to know the guy. But whatever inklings of a gentleman youâd seen that night had disappeared soon after, and things have been up in the air ever since. His man whoring ways are at an all-time high, and his judgment has been questionable, to say the least. Now heâs gone and gotten himself captured, and you canât help but fear the worst.
tw/cw. Seungcheol gets truth-serumed and a little beat up, unprotected sex, dirty talk, dominant Seungcheol, power dynamics, praise, one hint of degradation thatâs quickly squashed, breast/nipple play, fingering, oral, foreplay in the kitchen, bdsm subthemes, spanking as a punishment, pain kink, multiple reader orgasms, creampie/fullness kink, etc⊠I pet names: (hers) honey. (his) angel eyes.
đč rating.18+ explicit I wc. 6.6k
đ aus. Secret agent au, handler reader, coworker au, etcâŠ
âïž mlist + an. Thank you for being patient with me this month on my svt posting for June! My birthday is on the 25th and your smiley has been busy- so grateful I could get this out, even without a teaser post :) I don't know anything about actual secret agents, but this was a fun fanfic idea I had and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did :)
âIâm just going to go talk to her.â
You hate how nonchalant Seungcheol sounds, hate how easily he can be swayed by pretty women, even while out on jobs. Itâs your responsibility to keep him in check, the little angel on his shoulder, and in his ear. âDonât do it,â you warn him.
âHer husbandâs the target, from what Iâve seen, sheâs harmless,â the agent counters.
âHow easily swayed you are by pretty women, and need I remind you this isnât the first time youâve let a person of interestâs wife become your focus.â
âCareful, Honey, for a moment there it sounded like you were jealous.â
Youâre watching Seungcheol through the casinoâs live footage, a stream youâd easily hacked for the operation at hand. Heâs leaning against the bar, all suave in dress pants and a white button-up that heâs left open just enough to show his prominent chest-
âThatâs your third drink,â you note, changing the topic, âdonât let it cloud your judgment, Angel Eyes.âÂ
âWe both know I can hold my liquor,â Seungcheol insists, raising his glass and sending a wink toward the camera before he downs the Old Fashioned. âIâm just going to go talk to her, she could give good intel.â
You let out a deep sigh. Sometimes, being Seungcheolâs handler can be a pain in the ass. Does he ever listen to you? Not usually. Does he get the job done, though? Most of the time.
âTrust me,â Seungcheol says, voice lowering. âIâm not going to do what you think Iâm going to do.â
You roll your eyes, leaning back in your chair while you scan the screens in front of you. âSeduce her James Bond style and compromise this entire thing?â
âMaybe only half of that.â
God, heâs such a womanizer, but with a face like his, and the perks that come with his job, he can afford to be.Â
âIf this goes sideways, donât expect me to bail you out of it.â you warn him.
âHoney, bailing me out is your job.â
You hate it when Seungcheol goes out of your visuals, and entering a hotel room with a targetâs wife was not on the itinerary tonight. For the first ten minutes, youâd sat anxiously, listening in on his smooth-talking, when the woman had suggested they take things to the bedroom, part of you had wondered if you should call this whole thing off and let Seungcheol do what he always does: fuck the hot wife and sort things out later.
But when you hear a male voice, and a startled, âWho is this?â from Seungcheol, youâre glad youâd stayed anxiously glued to your computer.
A faint, âFriend of my husband,â said in a nonchalant female tone, sets you off immediately, and youâre grabbing your phone to get backup support before you can even think.Â
You try to take deep breaths while you listen to what sounds like a fight taking place on Seungcheolâs end, and suddenly, the wire goes dead. Now, there are no sounds, only the racing of your own heart and the blood rushing through you.
âWhatâs going on?â Your supervisor's voice makes you jump, and you turn to see Jeonghan standing there with Hansol, another handler.Â
âCheol made a move on his targetâs wife, went back to her room, but the wife brought friends. The wire is dead.â
âFuck,â Jeonghan groans, âThis is the third time this has happened to him.â
âI tried reminding him of that,â you say, your voice raising with anxiety.
Hansol offers you a sympathetic hand on your shoulder. He takes care of an agent named Seungkwan, and while Seungkwan gets into his own messes, heâs not the type to go after married women in the middle of a job.Â
Jeonghanâs leaning over your computer now, and he brings up the map tracker you have on Seungcheol. âIâm sending this location to another agent we have in the area,â he tells you, quickly taking the reigns of the fuck up thatâs just happened.
âItâs Wonwoo, isnât it?â you sigh. âItâs always Wonwoo cleaning up Seungcheolâs messes.â
âYes, itâs Wonwoo,â Jeonghan admits. âWe made sure heâd be in the wings tonight in case something like this happened.â
âGod, this isnât good-â you groan.
âNo,â Jeonghan responds, âItâs not. After tonight Iâll have to have a serious talk with Seungcheol, and a serious talk with you about reassignment if we decide Seungcheol is a liability.â
Your heart lurches in your chest.Â
When youâd taken this job as a handler, it hadnât been a babysitting gig. Youâd signed on to work with Seungcheol because he was supposed to be one of the best agents⊠supposed to be. Thereâd been a time, three months ago, when heâd completed a job with flying colors. The two of you had celebrated at a hotel in Paris after the success, and after two bottles of champagne, youâd actually thought you were starting to get to know the guy. But whatever inklings of a gentleman youâd seen that night had disappeared soon after, and things have been up in the air ever since. His man whoring ways are at an all-time high, and his judgment has been questionable, to say the least. Now heâs gone and gotten himself captured, and you canât help but fear the worst.
After a harrowing two hours, you find yourself in the med section of the agency compound. Wonwoo is stationed outside of Seungcheolâs room, and he stands straighter as you approach. âHey, Honey,â he says, using your codename even though thereâs really no reason for it right now.
âWonwoo- how is he?â You anxiously look toward the door Wonwoo is guarding with his body.
Although youâd been connected to the whole ârescue Seungcheol operation,â youâre still buzzing with anxiety. Itâs unexplainable, and definitely bordering on unacceptable given the line of work youâre in, but damn it, you canât help but care for the man you handle every day.
âJeonghanâs with him right now,â Wonwoo responds smoothly.
Your heart thunders even louder in your ribcage. Jeonghan had mentioned Seungcheol being a liability- is he getting fired right now?
Part of you aches to be with him, to defend his stupid behaviour- but you know itâs not your place, besides, what would you even say? Youâd told Seungcheol not to go after the targetâs wife, and heâd done it anyway, which shows a lack of regard for handler instructions.
Seungcheol has become a liability, and you hate that things have come to this. Â
âWhat do you think is going to happen?â you ask.
Wonwoo shrugs. âThatâs above my paygrade.â
Heâs awfully stoic, even for a spy, and while it can be intriguing at times, right now, his deflections only frustrate you more.
You let out a sigh. âWhat if I asked you to guess whatâs going to happen?â
Wonwoo looks at you for a moment. âIâd guess Seungcheol will be put on a break.â
âA break,â you repeat. âLike⊠a permanent one?â
The spy can only shrug again, a nonchalant motion thatâs way too disinterested for your liking.
Jeonghanâs been trying to talk you into working as Wonwooâs handler for a while now, and although you know Wonwoo would be much less of a hassle than Seungcheol, you canât bare to tear yourself away from the spy whose messes youâve been helping clean up for over a year.Â
Despite Seungcheolâs massive ego, and his magnetic attraction toward trouble, thereâs something about him that makes you want to care for him. Sure, he never listens, especially when you give him advice about women, but Seungcheol has a certain something about him- something that you wonât give up easily.
Before you can talk further with Wonwoo, the med room door opens and Jeonghan steps out. He lets out a deep sigh, crossing his arms over his chest.
You hold your breath, waiting for your boss to give you instructions.
âThis is a shit show,â Jeonghan says finally.Â
Neither you nor Wonwoo verbally agree with him, but brief eyecontact between the two of you makes it known what youâre both thinking.
Jeonghan addresses you next. âIâm guessing you want to go in there and talk to him.â
You can only nod.
âLook, it might not be the best idea, but fuck it.â Jeonghan uncrosses his arms, looking at you with a steady expression. âThey gave Seungcheol some kind of truth serum. I donât know how long it will be in effect, but I do know heâs vulnerable right now. I probably shouldnât let you in there- but⊠Iâm just going to walk down the hall to get a coffee, and if you happen to slip through the door then so be it. I didnât see anything, and since Wonwoo is coming with me, he didnât either.â
You stare in shock for a moment, unsure what to say. Thereâs nothing to be said, and when Jeonghan dispurses, Wonwoo is quick to follow.
You turn to the door, and after a deep breath, you slip inside the med room.
Seungcheol is lying in a hospital bed. His lip is battered and thereâs a blossoming purple bruise around his left brow, but other than that, he looks remarkably well.
âHoney?â He sits up when you enter, eyes widening in shock.
âCheol-â Your voice cracks as you take the seat next to the bed, and while part of you wants to reach for his hand, you hold yourself back.
âIâm sorry,â he says immediately, and those are two words youâve never heard from him before. âYou were right⊠about the wife.â
âThatâs not important right now,â you sigh.Â
âIt is. Youâre my handler, and I didnât listen to you, and that was wrong. If I had listened, we wouldnât have gotten into this mess.â
You study him. You know heâs vulnerable, Jeonghan said as much, and with a truth serum impeding his ability to lie or evade questions, you want to be careful- but you also want answers, answers that you can only truly get right now.
âWhyâd you do it?â you ask finally. âThis time, and all the other times. You always go after the women, and I thought it was because you found it easy- seduction is what youâre good at, but- I donât understand how you donât see how dangerous it is.âÂ
âHoney-â
âTheyâre thinking about reassigning me to Wonwoo, and before that happens, I just need to know why, Cheol. When you have the potential to be the best agent in this company, why are you always so ready to jump ship and fuck any rich married woman even though you know it will fuck everything up?â
âThey canât reassign you to Wonwoo!â Seungcheol sits up abruptly, and the heart rate monitor next to him beeps a sign of warning at his increasing pulse.
âThey can do whatever they want, you should be worried about your own job. You donât even listen to me as your handler half the time, maybe you should be with someone you actually respect.âÂ
âI respect you,â Seungcheol blurts out.
âIt doesnât feel like you do.â
âI do,â he insists. âI-â Seungcheolâs voice cracks. âI get with women to distract myself.â
âDistractions in this line of work can be fatal.â
âYou think I donât know that?â he snaps, making you go silent. âMaybe I have a death wish.â
âCheol-â
âStop calling me Cheol.â
âStop calling me Honey.â
âNo.â
You glare at him, anger bubbling and inspiring you to dive deeper into your questioning, despite the fact that you know this isnât a morally good idea. âWhy do you need a distraction?â
âBecause youâre a distraction. Your voice in my ear- it distracts me.â
âMaybe reassignment is a good idea.â
âYouâre not being reassigned.â Seungcheolâs voice is practically a growl, and youâve never seen this side of him.
âWhy not?â
His expression breaks. âBecause I need you.â
âYou clearly donât.â
âI do,â he insists. âI know Iâm not good at showing it- but I do, I need you.â
 âCheol-â
âHoney.â
âTell me why.â
âBecause-â Seungcheol lets out a sigh, and he punches at the hospital bed. âLook, Iâm scared, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?â
âScared of what?â
âOf falling for you.â
âHuh?â Now youâre confused. Youâre staring at this lady killer agent, the sexiest man youâve ever met, and you canât believe the words coming out of his mouth. âBut- all the women you go after-â
âDistractions from you, from the voice in my head.â Seungcheol swallows thickly. âThat night in ParisâŠâ
Your heart lurches in your chest, and you hold your breath for the next words about to leave him.
âThat night- fuck, Iâve never met someone like you before. Iâve never felt-â he bites at his lip, and you wince, knowing it must hurt to put pressure on the wound there. âI got with those other women to try to convince myself that I didnât need you. I didnât need your guidance, I didnât need your care, I didnât need you- but⊠I do need you.â Seungcheol meets your gaze. âIâve needed you more than Iâve ever needed anyone, and it scares me.â
Aside from the heart rate monitor beeping through the room, you swear you could hear a pin drop as you stare at Seungcheol, trying to register everything heâs just said.
âI-â
âItâs my turn to ask a question now,â Seungcheol says. âHow do you feel about me?âÂ
âI thinkâŠâ You swallow thickly. âI never understood why I stayed working with you after everything, but⊠maybe I understand now. Maybe I need you too.â
âMaybe?â Seungcheol flashes you a sexy smirk, and it makes you look away, hating how he makes you feel, hating how inappropriate this whole thing is.
âIâm definitely going to have to be reassigned now,â you tell him.
âWhat? Why?â
âYou know why. This,â you point between the two of you, âthis has been the liability the whole time. Weâre the liability, Cheol.â
He sits and thinks about it for a moment. âOh.â
âYeah, oh.â You let out a laugh.Â
âJust⊠donât work with Wonwoo, okay?â
âWhy not?â You canât help but laugh at the request.
âBecause I think heâs into you.â
âWouldnât be the first,â you tease, standing up so you can sit on the bed, wanting to be closer to Seungcheol. âBesides,â you pinch at his chin, inspecting the wounds on his face, âWonwoo might actually listen to me.â
âHoney,â Seungcheol slaps your hand away, instead grabbing at the back of your neck to bring your lips dangerously close to his, âdonât test me right now.âÂ
âOr what?â
He lets out a shaky breath, his gaze dipping down to your lips. âJeonghanâs putting me on a two-week mental health break or some shit, this isnât even a question of âor whatâ anymore. While Iâm on leave, Iâm going to fuck you stupid. Iâm going to make it so you canât even leave the fucking bed. Iâm going to show you that Iâm not the kind of man who receives instructions, I give them. Think you can handle it?â
God, your core is throbbing from his words alone, and you canât muster up any for yourself. You can only nod, staring at the beautiful, bruised, stubborn man in front of you.
âYou should get out of here before I bend you over this fucking bed and get us both fired.â Seungcheol releases you, leaning back to put distance between your lips.Â
âDo you think youâll be released tonight?â you ask, voice quiet.
âAre you that eager to see what Iâm made of, honey?â Seungcheol lets out a laugh.
âMaybe.â
âYes, I think Iâll be out of here soon, after this stupid serum wears off. You know, this whole interrogating me while Iâm vulnerable thing isnât going to go unpunished.â
âI hope you do your worst,â you challenge him.
The agent scoffs, shaking his head. âYouâre trouble.â
âHypocrite,â you grin, standing and heading to the door. âCall me when youâre out, then you can take me home.â
Youâre waiting by Seungcheolâs car in the parking garage when he comes out of the elevator. Heâs dressed in black dress pants and the same white button-up heâd been wearing hours earlier. The collar is speckled with blood, the buttons undone to reveal his broad chest- his suit jacket is held in a fist, and heâs never looked sexier.
He doesnât say anything as he approaches, closing the distance between the two of you. His hand finds your cheek, and his eyes stare into your own, your lips only inches apart. Then, heâs kissing you for the first time, a desperate, needy kiss that sets your entire body on fire.
You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pressing your chest flush to his own. Your mouth opens instinctively, accepting the tongue that strokes by your teeth.
Seungcheolâs hand moves down to your ass, and he squeezes you roughly, pushing you back against the black jeep wrangler heâs been driving recently. The motion has you moaning against his lips, and Seungcheol breaks the kiss with a grin. His forehead rests against your own, and you both struggle to catch your breath.
âBeen wanting to do that for a long time,â he tells you.
âMe too,â you admit, swallowing thickly. âSo⊠your place?â
âMy place,â he confirms, reaching behind you to open the door to his car. He grabs your hand to help you up into the tanked-out jeep, then gently shuts the door behind you.
Your heart is racing. You canât believe youâre actually doing this.Â
A couple of hours ago, youâd feared the worst, and now, you desperately need good, dirty, wet sex with Seungcheol to take your mind off the anxiety thatâs still coursing through you.
âSo,â you clear your throat as he pulls out of the parking garage, âdid you talk to Jeonghan?â
Seungcheol laughs, reaching to hold your hand while he drives. âYes, I talked to Jeonghan.â
âDid you mention me?â
âI mentioned you a lot. Mentioned you the first time he came in to talk. He asked the same kinds of questions you did, turns out youâre the only one who was completely oblivious to the way I felt about you.â
âWell⊠I mean⊠youâre the agent, not me. Figuring out secrets is your job, I just do handler stuff.â Your skin heats at the idea that others saw his affection for you, but youâd been so blind.
âHe agrees that this thing between us, whatever it is, itâs the liability, not either of us alone. Heâs putting me on rest, like I said, and when youâre up for it, heâd like to reassign you to some new hire, this wizz kid named Dino or something.â
Although you know reassignment is the best thing in this situation, it doesnât make it hurt any less. Can you really trust someone else to be Seungcheolâs handler? God, youâre feeling downright territorial of this man already-
âYeah, Iâm not too happy about it either,â Seungcheol sighs, rubbing his thumb along your hand. âSome new kid getting you in his ear- he better not fall in love with you.â
âDid you fall in love with me?â you ask.
âTruth serum has worn off, honey,â Seungcheol grins, grinning and bringing your hand to his lips. âBut yes, as cliche and stupid as it sounds, I did. And donât worry, you donât have to say it back, I know you were all hot and bothered by me too.â
You scoff loudly.
âWhat was it you said earlier? I âfind seduction easyâ? Donât pretend weâre not in the same boat here, honey.âÂ
âGod, I hate you.â You try to tear your hand away from him but heâs unrelenting.
âLiar. You love me. Love me so much youâre going to let me rearrange your guts.â
âDonât be so vulgar,â you chastise him.
Seungcheol casts you a sideways glance. âYouâre not my handler anymore, you donât get to tell me what to do.â
Your pussy throbs at his words. The dynamic between the two of you has always been a push-pull. You were supposed to be the one giving orders, but it never felt⊠correct. Youâd bet your life that soon, when Seungcheol has you pressed to his bed, whispering all sorts of dirty commands in your ear- well, you have no doubts that will feel more natural.Â
âAs dominant as you like to pretend you are as a handler, I think we both know youâd rather be the submissive,â Seungcheol points out. âI canât wait to see how good youâll be for me.â
âCheol-â
âLook at you, honey, a little dirty talk and youâre already a blabbering mess. Canât find the words, can you?â
âFuck.â
âYouâre adorable,â he grins, shaking his head a little. âYouâll be good for me, I know you will be.â
Youâre kissing Cheol the moment you get into his penthouse- or⊠is he kissing you? Itâs hard to tell who moved first, all you know is that one thing leads to another and suddenly heâs hoisting you onto a kitchen counter, his hands already unbuttoning your pants.
You break your heated kiss to take a breath, looking up at the ceiling while he quickly attaches his lips to your neck. âCheol- this is going a bit fast.â
âIs it?â He tugs your pants down, grinning against your throat. âDo you want me to slow down?â
His thumb finds your clit through your panties and you let out a whimper, clinging onto his strong shoulders.
You canât even think right now, especially not when he begins to draw small circles against your sensitive bud, pulling away from you so he can watch your face. You open your eyes to look at him, loving the intensity in his expression.
âTell me to slow down,â he says.
You take a breath, trying to process his words. Theyâd sounded like a command, so, begrudgingly, you whisper, âSlow down.â
âToo bad, I donât listen to what you tell me to do, remember?âÂ
Heâs such a shit-
A shit that gets onto his knees to immediately burry his face between your thighs, tugging your panties to the side roughly so his tongue can make direct contact with your already throbbing pussy.
âFuck, Cheol-â you whimper loudly, threading your fingers through his silky dark hair, your legs already shaking around his head.
âBeen thinking about what youâd taste like,â Seungcheol muses, pressing a sloppy kiss to your inner thigh. âKnew your pussy would be perfect for me.â
God, his words are getting to you, your mind completely blank of a comeback as Seungcheol dives back into his task, his lips wrapping harshly around your clit.
All you can do is gasp and whine for him, writhing on his kitchen counter while he works you closer and closer to an orgasm with his tongue alone.
When he pulls away to drag two fingers up your slit, your body tenses in anticipation.
âRelax,â Seungcheol chuckles, looking up at you with that handsome grin of his, âItâs only me, honey. Youâre comfortable with meâŠâ he pushes his digits into your core, cocking a brow, âright?â
âYes, fuck-â
âYes, what?â He crooks his fingers, hitting your gspot and making you cry out.
âYes, Iâm comfortable with you!â you belt out, falling back onto the table so you donât have to hold yourself up anymore. You want to feel everything heâs giving you- want him to have your full focus.
âGood girl. I think you deserve a reward for admitting that, donât you?âÂ
You can feel Seungcheolâs breath on your clit while he pumps his fingers, abusing the sweet spot that already has you close to the edge.
âYeah, yes- I deserve a reward-â
Seungcheol pulls away abruptly, landing a slap to your pussy that has you squealing, your thighs closing around his hand. Your eyes snap open and you stare at him in shock.
âThat sounded like a command, honey,â Seungcheol says, prying your legs apart. âThought we agreed Iâd be in charge tonight, and you know I hate being told what to do.â
âI-â you swallow thickly. âPlease? Please let me cum?â
âLet you cum?â he taunts, thumb finding your clit but not applying nearly enough pressure.
âPlease⊠make me cum?â you suggest, wanting - more than anything - to say the right thing for him.
âBecause you asked so nicely.â Seungcheol flashes you a wink, and then his fingers are slipping into your wet core again, picking up where he left off. His lips return to your clit, which is practically buzzing from the slap, and before you even know it, he has you at the edge.
âPlease make me cum,â you whimper desperately. âFuck, Iâm so close- please make me cum, Iâve tried to be a good girl for you- please-â
He hums a sound of confirmation, and the buzzing vibration on your clit is enough to get you there. Your pussy clamps down hard on his fingers, your back arching as waves of pleasure surge through you. Your toes curl against his broad shoulders, sounds leaving you uncensored as you fill his apartment with cries of relief.
Youâre throbbing, your pussy practically dripping at this point, but Seungcheol doesnât let up. Even when you tug on his hair to try to pull him away, he refuses to move. He finger fucks you and sucks on your clit, ignoring the way your thighs close around him, working you through your high all the way until the end.
Seungcheol finally relents when your pussy stops contracting around him, and you let out a massive sigh when he pulls away. You can feel his eyes on you, but you canât bring yourself to look at him yet, not when youâre still feeling the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm.
You feel him begin to unbutton your shirt and his lips find the swell of your breasts as soon as itâs open. Heâs soft in his kisses, gentle, tender even. âHave you come back down to earth yet, honey?â he asks, nuzzling up to your throat.
âYeah- that was just, really good,â you let out a small laugh, threading your fingers through his hair to keep him tucked to your chest.
âThat was just the appetizer, you still havenât had the main course.â
âGod, youâre so-â
âSo what?â he teases. âHandsome? Charming? Lovable?â
âSure of yourself,â you breathe.
âLet me show you something,â he prompts, reaching for your hand. He pulls away from your chest to stand up straight again, guiding your fingers to the front of his pants. His cock is straining against the fabric, and you open your eyes to see Seungcheol grinning when you gasp at how large he is. âWhen a man has a cock like mine, he can afford to be sure of himself.â
You shiver at his words, and it makes Seungcheol laugh. âCome on, let me take you to bed.â
He hauls you up before throwing you over his shoulder, landing a gentle spank on your ass.Â
âRemember when I told you Iâm going to fuck you so hard you wonât even be able to leave the bed?â Seungcheol prompts as he tosses you onto the mattress. âYou better get comfy, honey.â
âI thinkâŠâ you feel your daring side beginning to surface, eyes dipping to watch Seungcheolâs skilled fingers unbuttoning his dress shirt, âI think I also remember something about you telling me my truth serum interrogation wouldnât go unpunished.â
The agent pauses, a huge grin spreading across his face. âYouâre cute, honey.â
âYeah?â You reach behind your body, undoing the clasp of your bra and letting it slip to the wayside. âHow so?â
Seungcheolâs pupils dilate, his eyes becoming dark, lustful pools.Â
He doesnât bother to answer your question, shrugging his shirt off before leaning over you, his hands pressing into the bed to box you in while his lips find yours. Itâs a needy kiss, his tongue gliding out to meet your own, but you donât mind at all.
You cup his face, moaning against him, fingers teasing over his strong shoulders.
Seungcheol is built, even for an agent. Certain men who work with you have leaner physiques, and Seungcheol is not one of them. Heâs all big and broad, with lines of muscle that you could trace for hours if given the chance.
His lips begin to trail down to your throat, and you let out a whimper of anticipation when his breath fans across your pebbled nipples.
However, when he gets to your breasts, Seungcheol avoids sucking on the most sensitive spots. He looks up at you, grinning. âI think itâs time for that punishment now.â
âYeah?â You canât help the excitement that bubbles through you.
âI want you on your knees, ass up, and take off your panties while youâre at it.â
You know whatâs coming when you follow through with the command. The cool air in the room feels nice on your newly exposed, hot core, and you make a show of everything, arching your back.
You can hear Seungcheol let out a deep breath, his hands ghosting over your ass.
âIf this hurts too much, let me know.â
âDo your worst,â you counter, wiggling your hips and resting your face against the bed sheets, exhaling deeply in preparation.
You expect a harsh smack, but instead, Seungcheol presses a soft kiss to your right cheek. âIâm punishing you because you took advantage, you know that, right?â
âUh huh, part of me knew I was being bad interrogating you while you were truth-serumed, but part of me needed to know what your answers would be.â
âBetween us, Iâm glad you asked the questions you did, or you might not be in my bed right now.â
âIâm glad too,â you confess. âNow, come on Angel Eyes, punish me.â
âI love a woman who takes what she deserves with grace.â
âAfter this, I deserve your cock.â
âDo you now?â Seungcheol lets out an amused chuckle, grabbing your ass with both hands and squeezing.Â
âMaybe you deserve my pussy,â you muse thoughtfully.
âNow thatâs something I can definitely get behind,â he agrees. âCount these out for me, honey, Iâll give you ten.â
The first smack makes you recoil in surprise, the sound flooding your senses before the sharp pain that blossoms across your skin.
âOne,â you announce, balling your hands into the bed sheets.
âHow did that feel?â he asks, gently smoothing his palm across the still-burning flesh.
âGood.â
The next hit is a little harder and it makes you whimper, but you do your best to stay steady, unmoving, ready to take what you deserve. âTwo.â
Three and four come on your other cheek, and youâre thankful for the reprieve, but smack number five returns to the first side heâd battered, and it stings even more now. However, itâs a pleasantly hot sensation, and your core throbs knowing youâre halfway through your punishment, all the more close to your reward.
âYou look like youâre enjoying this too much,â Seungcheol muses, groping your ass again, squeezing hard enough to hurt.
âMaybe I am,â you tell him, looking over your shoulder at the agent.Â
He grins down at you, lifting a hand- your body flinches involuntarily, and Seungcheolâs smile widens. âGetting sensitive already, huh?â
âYes,â you admit.
The next slap lands on your pussy, something you hadnât been expecting, and a squeal of delight erupts out of you at the sensation on your clit.
âYou liked that, didnât you?â Seungcheol asks.
âUh huh,â you nod, clenching the bed sheets even tighter.
âHow's your clit feeling after one orgasm?â he prompts, thumb finding the sensitive bud and rubbing it in small circles.
âFeels so good,â you whimper.
âYouâre practically dripping, honey, didnât take you for a pain slut.â
âBe nice,â you chastise him.
âOh?âÂ
Another smack lands on your ass and you dutifully call out âSix.âÂ
âYou donât like being called a little pain slut?â he asks.
âNo,â you shake your head. âPlease call me nice things.â
âOkay, honey, I can do that,â he concedes, and the next spank isnât as hard as the last. âYouâre being so good for me. Weâre almost done.â
âCanât wait for you to fuck me, Iâve been waiting so long-â
âWeâll get there,â Seungcheol promises, leaning down to press a kiss to your lower back. When he pulls away, number âEightâ comes quickly thereafter.
Your skin is buzzing with anticipation now, and youâre nearly writhing against the bed, but you do your best to be as still as possible while Seungcheol completes this punishment focused foreplay.
After smack number nine, you hear Seungcheol undo his belt, and it takes everything inside of you not to turn around and get a good look at his cock.
He smacks his length gently against your ass, and you let out a small, âTen?â
He laughs. âNo, honey, this is ten.â
The sound of the slap echoes through his room, the hardest of them all so far, and you release a strangled cry, your ass on fire from where heâd hit you.
âThat was the pain, now hereâs the pleasure.â He rubs his cock through your wet folds, and slips the tip inside, stretching you out wonderfully. The sensation distracts from your sore bum, and your whimper becomes a moan as he drives deeper and deeper into you. âTell me you like it.â
âI love it,â you blurt, already pushing back toward him in an effort to feel everything.
Youâre not sure how big he is, only that heâs bigger than anyone youâve ever been with, but after the tension of your punishment, and the orgasm before that, your pussy greedily swallows up everything he has to give until heâs flush to your still stinging ass.
âFuck,â Seungcheol cusses, gently grabbing at your hips. âHowâs that feel?â
âI feel so full,â you tell him, pussy fluttering around his cock.
âIâll make you feel fuller,â he promises.
âYeah?â
âYouâre on birth control?â
âUh huh.â
âThen Iâll definitely fill you up, mark this pussy as all mine, are you okay with that?â
âMore than okay with it,â you moan.Â
âThatâs my good girl,â Seungcheol praises you, beginning to thrust.
âFuck-â you whimper, loving the feeling of his cock dragging along your inner walls.Â
Your eyes are closed, your focus entirely on Seungcheol as he starts to fuck you, rougher and rougher until his balls are slapping against your clit with each motion.
âYour pussy feels so good,â he tells you, grip tightening on your hips. âItâs like you were made for me, honey.â
The idea causes a visceral reaction, your entire body thrumming with pleasure. You can only moan in response, beginning to move back so you can meet each one of his thrusts.
âAnd this ass-â One of Seungcheolâs hands moves to cup your sensitive flesh, making you groan even louder. âFucking perfect. Rub your clit for me, want you to cum again.â
Your hand is shaky as you bring it between your legs, finding your sensitive clit. Your core clenches desperately around Seungcheol and he lets out a deep moan of appreciation.
âThatâs my good girl, being so good for me. So good at taking orders.â
You canât help but let out a small laugh. Itâs as if things were always meant to be this way, you were meant to let him be in control, not the other way around. This feels so much more natural than you telling him what to do ever did.
âDonât laugh,â Seungcheol chastises you, fucking you even harder. âIâm trying to be nice to you, like you wanted.â
âI just-â you groan when his cock slams into your gspot. âIt was never supposed to be me telling you what to do.â
âIâm glad we agree on something,â Seungcheol muses, his motions slowing ever so slightly. âFuck this, I want to see you.â
He pulls out of your pussy, flipping you onto your back. The contact of the bed against your ass makes you groan, but the sight of Seungcheolâs perfect body looming over you has you distracted less than a moment later.
His cock is big⊠cut, curving slightly to the left, with a prominent vein that you want to trace with your tongue-
He presses the head of his length to your pussy, easing himself into you while he positions you in missionary. When heâs fully inside of you again, he meets your gaze, then he looks down at your lips.
âYouâre so pretty like this,â he whispers before pressing his mouth to yours.
You grab at his strong shoulders, getting lost in the kiss as he begins to fuck you again, the whole bed shaking with the power of his thrusts.
Youâve never made sounds like this in bed before. Youâre moaning like a whore, but Seungcheol eats up every whimper, his tongue gliding against your own.
Your fingers thread through his hair, keeping him close as he fucks you closer and closer to the edge.
The agent pulls away, breathing heavily. âI can feel you clenching, honey, gonna cum again?â
âGonna cum on your big cock,â you tell him.
âYeah?â
One of his hands slips between your bodies, fingers applying pressure to your clit.
You whimper loudly, back arching off the bed. Seungcheol takes the opportunity to finally draw your nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing over the sensitive bud.
You gasp, body on fire from all the wonderful sensations. âIâm so close-â you tell him.
âThen cum for me,â he murmurs, rubbing your clit even harder. âCum on my cock.â
It only takes a few more seconds for you to follow through with his command, the cord snapping in your stomach as your release takes over. Your pussy clamps down on Seungcheol, and when he lets out a groan, you know your body is milking him for every drop of cum that he has.
His thrusts have become sloppier, more erratic, deeper- and each one has him kissing your cervix, which is a delightful feeling.Â
You hold him to your breast through your high, and he diligently sucks on your nipple, fucking you until he canât fuck you anymore.
Finally, Seungcheol slumps down against you, applying some of his weight over you like a weighted blanket.
Heâs panting hard against your breasts, cheek pressed to the center of your chest.
âYour heart is going wild, honey,â he muses after a moment.
All you can do is laugh, unable to find the words just yet after the power of your release.
Instead, you stroke his hair, and Seungcheol lets out a murmured moan, nuzzling closer to you. âI do love you, you know.â
âI know.â
He chuckles. âYou arenât going to say it back?â
âTake me on a date first,â you tease.
âTomorrow, if you can still walk, Iâll take you out.â
âYou promise?â
âI promise.â He presses a kiss to your sternum. âIf you canât walk, Iâll bring the date to you.â
âHow romantic,â you say sarcastically.
âDonât start with me, honey,â he warns.
âIâm not starting anything,â you defend yourself with a giggle.
He looks up at you, eyes sparkling. âSure youâre not.â
You lean down to kiss him gently, loving how domestic this whole thing has turned. But of course, ever the sex fiend, Seungcheol quickly ruins it. âGive me ten minutes and Iâll fuck you again.â
You canât help but shake your head. âYou promise?â
âIf youâre going to talk back like this, make it five.â
Heâs such a fuck, but you kind of love him.
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âHey, big guy,â you grin as you enter the apartment, eyes finding Seungcheol sitting on the living room couch. âHow was your day?â
He pauses his show to look at you, flashing a tired smile. âIt was okay.â
âYikes,â you immediately go to join him on the couch, cuddling up to his side. âThe new handler still being a bit of a dick?â
âJoshua was hand-picked by Jeonghan, itâs not like I can do anything about it,â Seungcheol sighs. âHow about you, still enjoying the wizz kid?â
âDinoâs a good one,â you insist. âHe follows instruction very well.â
Seungcheol scoffs, rolling his eyes.Â
âYou still jealous that Iâm in his ear and not yours?â you tease, poking your boyfriendâs chest.
âDonât go there, honey,â he warns.
âCome on- it could be fun. I think having someone who listens well has built my confidence⊠you know, we could try it out a little, if you want.â
âYou want me to be submissive?â Seungcheolâs brows raise in a sort of shocked amusement. âNot a chance in hell.â
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i'll do both sfw & nsfw because i'm seated 4 both đ€đ€...
cw: smutty shit, dirty talk, pet names, that shimmastrap, roughness, daddy kink (DON'T BE AFRAID IT'S NUN WEIRD), vulgar language, just plain smut LOL
SFW:
â± she loves taking care of you! she loves when you canât reach for something and you have to ask her to get it for you (itâs canon that sheâs tall asf). she definitely has a smirk on her face when youâre struggling to open something for a while and she comes over and opens it in on the first try⊠+ trust, you wouldnât even have to ask her to carry your bags/things because she does it unprovoked (ahhh!! đ« ).
â± to stem off of that, she loves buying you shit with her poker money + providing you with anything you need.Â
â± you always catch her staring at you! it makes you so flustered that you always look away + she turns your chin towards her so that youâre looking into her eyes and goes âdonât be shy baby, itâs just me.â and âwhat? i canât look at you?â with a cocky smile on her face (cuz why u playinggg LMAO).Â
â± loves to train with you and humble you by pinning you on the floor after your attempt to take her down.Â
â± calls you all kinds of sweet nicknames (even early on in the relationship, she doesnât gaf.) âbaby,â âbabe,â âprincess,â âangel,â âsweetheart,â âmama,â âdoll,â âlove,â âdarling,â âbeautiful,â everything you could possibly think of!Â
â± oh sheâs not even looking at other women and she gets hella possessive/jealous if anyone looks your way as well (literally just wrote about this lol).Â
â± sevika is very protective of you in public and always has an arm resting on your shoulder and waist! (also so people know youâre hers).
â± when you both go out to eat this woman always has to sit by you and rest her hand on your thigh because sheâs literally OBSESSED with you. she would rest her hand on your thigh in the car as well! (sheâs driving WBK).Â
â± sheâs hesitant at first! but she eventually lets you craft her a skin and body care routine. sheâs very set in her old ways and has the whole âuse what worksâ attitude when it comes to skincare/shower routines. BUT! she does love watching you get excited when you talk about what ingredients in skincare will help with what.
â± like i mentioned above, sheâs more of a listener and prefers to listen to you talk.
â± sevika feels SO guilty when she makes you upset. she will literally get down on her knees and look up at you, eyes asking, NO, BEGGING for forgiveness. âi'm sorry princess. forgive me, please?âÂ
â± she loves doing arts and crafts with you IDC!! she may try and act like she hates it but she loves it deep down! sheâs the same way when you ask to do her makeup. the only way sheâll tolerate you doing it is if you sit on her lap while you do while her hands rest on your waist/ass. (what if i said she would be feeling herself in the mirror after youâre done)Â
â± as much as she loves solitude, she gets more clingy as the days go by! every single day she falls deeper and deeper in love with you and would do anything if it meant making you happy. donât get it twisted though, she hates rollercoasters/amusement parks full of people so if you wanted to go, go with some friends girlâŠ
now... *mariah carey voice* it's timmmmee đ«đ«đ
NSFW:
â± to start strong, DARE I SAY, sevika has a thing for titles during sex. *ahem* daddy kink (donât kill me!!). i headcanon she didnât bring it up first though! you may or may not have let it slip out while she was fucking you hard into the mattress. a single âf-fuck daddy! right there!â and sheâs pressing you deeper into the mattress as she slowly (but ROUGHLY) strokes her cock inside you. be prepared to repeat yourself when she asks, âhuh? what did you say baby?â + âwhat did you just call me?â. she calls you a âdirty fuckinâ slutâ for wanting to call her daddy (she loves it).
â± also, be prepared for the âwhoâs your daddy?â jokes because she thinks theyâre HILARIOUS + refers to herself as âdaddyâ in the third person.
â± eating you out is her favorite pastime! + loves the way you taste and cannot get enough.Â
â± SHE đđœ IS đđœ AN đđœ ASS đđœ WOMAN. not to say she doesnât love the rest of you but youâre always catching her staring at your ass and she is not ashamed! she will have that same âcanât look at my woman?â attitude. she will also come up behind you when youâre doing the dishes or laundry and will grope your ass and bury her head into your shoulder to inhale your scent.Â
â± a giver!! she prefers to give instead of receive because sheâs giving dom!top but⊠who said she would refuse you giving her pleasure? never that. sevika loves it when you ask to touch her! she pushes your head down when youâre eating her out like sheâs throatfucking you. âfuck baby, this mouth feels so fuckinâ good.â + âlove this slutty fuckinâ mouthâÂ
â± makes you suck the strap before you take it⊠nothing furtherâŠ
â± she loves seeing you in lingerie and tells you to give her a âshowâ (stripping your clothes until youâre in your lingerie and giving her a lil dance đ”). sheâs all like âthis all for me?â + âbend over.â when you show her your little outfit that leaves nothing to the imagination.Â
â± eye contact is important to her! she will force you to make eye contact with her as sheâs fucking you and if you donâtâŠ. âgonna stop if you donât look at me dollface.â + âlook at me when i fuck you.â
â± the dirtiest dirty talker of all dirty talkers OMG. itâs insane how nasty she can get with you but it makes you so needy for her! â
â± âfuuuck this pussyâs so good to me baby.â, âshits so fuckinâ wet, youâre dripping all over me.â, + âlook how iâm stretching this fuckinâ pussy outâ⊠and the list goes on.
â± the dirty talk gets even more vulgar when you ask her to cum in you. breeding kink goes CRAY TO THE Z. â
â± youâre all like, âyes! yes! c-cum in me, please daddy!â + sheâs like, âgonna fill you up baby, gonna give you all this cum.â and âyou gonna let me put a baby in you angel?â
â± she LOVES it when youâre rough with her. scratch your nails down her back! pull her hair! mark up her neck!
â± sevika does love soft sex as well. she is a softie at heart DO NOT FORGET! as much as she loves to degrade you and throw you around, she loves to worship your body and kiss you all over! she loves to praise and tell you how gorgeous you are. âyouâre so beautiful baby, you know that?â + âyouâre always so good for me, my good fuckin' girl."
hope you like anon!! thank you for the request! had fun writing this đ
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feels like home - tyler owens x reader
Request: nope Pairing:Â tyler owens x reader Summary:Â after years, tyler is back in his home town. so much has changed, yet everything is the same Warnings:Â some swearing, mentions of a slight panic attack, there's a tornado (surprise!), some angst, thats it I think?? Word count:Â 2.5K A/N:Â I know nothing about tornadoes. I do know if glen powell asked me to go storm chasing with him I wouldn't hesitate. also running on literally 7% left of my battery but fuck it we roll!! enjoy!
Itâs spring. Tylerâs favorite season. During this time of year, itâs peak tornado season. Itâs when heâs in his element, doing what he loves.
Heâs driving across the U.S. with his loyal crew, chasing the tornadoes wherever they go. And always, inevitably, he ends up in his hometown. Itâs a small town, right in the middle of tornado alley.Â
Over the years, the people had started building their homes with stronger foundations that could withstand tornadoes better. Every year, there was still a lot of damage, but less than before. Most families had lived there for generations, and didnât have any plans to move.Â
When Tyler pulls up to the local bar, his crew is energized and happy. Theyâd just finished chasing a rather intense tornado, and everyone is still high on adrenaline. Theyâre going out for drinks before going to bed, as tomorrowâs weather forecast showed good chances of another tornado.
Little did Tyler know, someone he knows very well has also picked tonight to go out for drinks.
Youâre sitting at your usual table with a friend, blowing off some steam after a long day. You like the bar. Everyone knows each other, the bartenders know your drink order and always have it ready for you before you can even order it.
Itâs one of the things you missed the most while you were away; the kindness of the small town. You know everyone here, and you always help each other out. Especially during tornado season.
When Tyler steps in the crowded bar, he instantly spots a few familiar faces. Old neighbors, childhood friends, friends of his parents. Then his eyes land on you. His breath hitches in his throat as he watches you laugh at something your friend says. He had no idea you were back.
You look up when you see a group of people approaching you from afar. Thatâs when you see him. Exactly how you remember him, only a little older and with a belt buckle that says âtornado wranglerâ. But youâd known him long before he called himself that.
You and Tyler had dated all throughout college, when you were both studying meteorology. Everyone knew you and while most couples broke up during college, you and Tyler stayed together.
But then Tyler started chasing tornadoes and you moved to a bigger city to enroll in an advanced PhD program. You agreed to part ways. It just felt too difficult to still be in a relationship when the two of you were always away.
But you never stopped loving him. You still watch all of his videos. And you donât know it, but he reads all of your research articles.
Heâs walking up to you now, and you forget youâre in a crowded bar with a friend. You donât pay attention to the people he brought with him.
You smile warmly at him. âHey, Ty.â
âOh, I wouldnât do that, lady.â says one of Tylerâs friends. âHe hates when people call him Ty.âÂ
He looks at Tyler, expecting him to say something snarky or mean to you, but heâs got a soft smile on his face.
âHey y/n.â he says. âStill around, huh?â
âStill around. I moved back after graduation. Even though people in a small town can be a handful sometimes, with everyone knowing everything about everyone, itâs still home.â
âYeah, it is.â says Tyler.
Suddenly a few women approach Tyler, stealing him away from your conversation. Apparently, word got out the tornado wrangler is in town, and everyone wants to talk to him.
Tyler waves at you before taking off.
Youâre looking at him as he walks away, and your friend nudges you.
âI thought you guys broke up?â
âWe did. He went to go storm chasing, and I wanted to study more. It just wasnât practical to stay together.â
âBut you still love him.â
You turn to look at your friend. âI never said I stopped loving him.â
âSo⊠kind of like right person, wrong time?â
âYeah, I guess.â
âWhat are you waiting for then? Heâs here now, go talk to him!â
âNah, heâs too busy with his crew. It was nice to see him though.â
You spend the rest of your evening chatting with your friend. You try to focus on the conversation and to not let your mind wander off to Tyler. He really looked good. And his crew looked like they are fun to hang out with.Â
When itâs getting late, you walk over to the bar to pay for your drinks. You say goodbye to your friend and head out to the parking lot.Â
You see Tyler and his crew standing around his red pick-up truck. Theyâre laughing and sharing a drink. Tyler spots you and waves at you from where heâs sitting on the hood of his car. You wave back as you get in your own truck.Â
âTell me, who is she?â says Boone, pulling Tyler from his throughs as he watches you drive off.
Before Tyler can answer, Lilly starts listing off possible answers. âSecret fiancĂ©e? High school sweetheart? Admirer? Girl you went on three dates with and then left?â she counts on her fingers.
âNo, none of that.â says Tyler.
âDefinitely looks like a high school sweetheart. Sheâs your age, from around here. I bet you two grew up together.â
Tyler sighs. Theyâre not gonna let this go. And since theyâre all going storm chasing tomorrow, theyâre probably going to annoy him about it until he answers them.
âWe did grow up together. She was not my high school sweetheart, more like my college sweetheart. We broke up when I became a chaser.â
âLet me guess, she always called you Ty?â says Boone.
Tyler smiles at the memory. âShe did.â
âOhhh my boy is whipped!â says Boone, giving Tyler a playful shove.Â
âOh, fuck off, Boone. Thatâs all in the past. She probably has someone waiting for her at home.â
But you didnât.
You hadnât really dated anyone after your breakup with Tyler.
Sure, youâd been on a few dates people had set you up with. But somehow, it never felt right. It never felt like it did while you were with Tyler. Loving Tyler was just so easy. Like you were always meant to find each other.
When he walked in that bar earlier tonight, he looked different. Older, sure. But also very handsome. You could tell he loved being a chaser. You wish you couldâve talked more with him, just the two of you.
The next morning when you wake up, itâs much earlier than you would have liked. You didnât have any plans today and wanted to sleep in. As you lay in bed, you hear the rain slam against the window. Youâre used to it, and it usually doesnât wake you up.Â
But as the rain starts to get heavier, you hear the wind is picking up as well. You knew there was a tornado warning for this morning, but it wasnât for your town. The tornado was supposed to move away from you.Â
Thatâs when you hear the siren. Itâs almost part of your routine, itâs so familiar. Youâre quick to get out bed, grabbing your phone. As you race downstairs to get to your shelter, you pull up the weather map. Which shows the tornado going straight for the main street of town. Fuck.
You hastily pull on your boots and open the backdoor to your garden, which is where your shelter is. You run toward it, the wind whipping in your face and the rain soaking your clothes in seconds.Â
It takes a lot of strength to open the shelter doors with the wind threatening to slam them closed again. Finally, you make it inside after nearly falling down the stairs. You close the doors and bolt them.Â
Now all thatâs left for you to do is wait until the tornado is gone. You switch on the tiny light and pull out a blanket. Thereâs not much here except for some canned food. If Tyler saw this, you just know heâd immediately go to the store to get more supplies âjust in caseâ.Â
Thinking of him, you pull out your phone. Youâre thinking about calling him, when you notice you have no service. The tornado must have already done a lot of damage.Â
Meanwhile, Tyler is in the of the storm, near the tornado. Theyâre ready to get some great shots, but something changes.Â
The tornado was supposed to head east and then die out, but itâs too slow. Tyler squints his eyes, looking at it. Itâs almost as if itâs getting closer again.Â
He realizes whatâs happening at the same time Boone yells âItâs turning around!â
And heâs right. The tornado is heading west again. And Tyler knows whatâs there. His hometown. Your hometown.
âOh, fuck.â he says. He prays that youâre safe. He knows youâre smart, youâre probably inside the shelter by now. But he still worries.
They wait out the tornado before driving back to the town, prepared to help in any way they can. Debris is scattered throughout the streets. People walk around, helping each other or trying to salvage whatâs left of their possessions in the rubble of the houses.Â
Ever since they got back, Tyler has been trying to call you. Youâre not picking up. Heâs desperately telling himself you know the protocols. Hell, youâve lived in tornado alley your entire life. Youâre probably taking inventory of the damage on your property right now.Â
Meanwhile, youâve been listening to the storm outside. Itâs all quiet now, you donât hear any rain or wind, or sirens. You climb up the stairs and push open the doors. Except they donât open. You check all the hinges, which are all still secure in place. Then why wonât the doors open?
You walk back down the stairs as you slowly start to panic. Thereâs probably debris blocking the doors. You have no cell service. Everyone is busy with their own houses. How long would it take for someone to find you?
Youâre trying desperately to stay calm. People will find you eventually, right? But soon the tears are streaming down your face. Youâd been in this shelter before, but itâs terrifying when you canât open the door and all you have is a dim light, some canned food, a blanket and a phone without service.
Tylerâs crew is helping the people in town. But he gets increasingly more worried when you wonât pick up a single of his phone calls.Â
Lilly notices his worried glances at his phone while sheâs handing out food to people. âTyler.âÂ
He looks up at her. Lilly jerks her head to his truck. âGo see if sheâs alright. You know where she lives, right?â
Tyler nods.Â
âGo. Weâve got it here.â says Lilly.
He takes a quick look around. Lilly is right, his crew can handle it here. He just really needs to know if youâre okay.Â
Thereâs too much debris on the road, so Tyler ditches his truck and walks the rest of the way. He could walk this route with his eyes closed. The longer he walks, the more destruction he sees and the more the uneasy feeling in his chest grows.
What if you were somewhere buried in the rubble of your house and he never got a chance to ask you if you wanted to try again? To see if you still had that spark you had when you were younger? He knew you wouldnât let him go that easily. It had hurt you both when you broke up. And seeing you again, it reminded him of all the time you had spent together during college.
When he finally gets to your house, he sees itâs mostly still intact. The walls are still standing, but the roof needs fixing. Most of your windows are broken and a tree had fallen on your truck.
Tyler rushes to the front door, which is hanging off its hinges. He quickly enters your house.
ây/n? y/n! Where are you?â
When you donât respond, he tries calling you again.Â
âCome on, pick up, pick up.â he mutters. Still no answer. Damn it.
Where would you go during a tornado? Heâs forcing his mind to stop spinning out of control so he can think logically. Then he remembers you have a shelter in your backyard. How could he forget? He even helped you stock it in case something like this happened.
He runs through your messy living room, pieces of broken glass crunching underneath his boots. When he gets outside, he sees your shed â or whatâs left of it â on top of the doors to your shelter.
ây/n!â he yells again, running toward the shelter.
You faintly hear a voice yelling your name. You briefly think youâre actually going insane at that point. Your panicked mind is making this up because it knows Tyler gives you a feeling of safety. Tyler isnât here, heâs most likely outside still chasing the damn tornado. Thereâs no way heâd be here.
ây/n are you in there? Give me a shout if you can hear me!â
But thatâs unmistakably his voice. You hear sounds outside near the door.
âTy?â you say quietly.Â
âCome on! Are you in there?â
âTy!â you say, louder this time.
Outside, Tyler lets out a big sigh of relief as he continues to draw away the debris from the doors of your shelter.
Finally, he can see the handle of one of the doors and yanks it open.Â
You squint your eyes at the sudden sunlight. Your eyes are quick to adjust, and they land on Tyler.
Standing there, breathing heavily, looking at you and holding out his hand for you to take.
âTy..â you say softly. Fresh tears start to run down your cheeks as you take his hand and allow him to pull you out of the shelter.Â
He pulls you against his chest, one hand coming around your back and the other on the back of your head, holding you against him.
You allow yourself to get lost in the familiar feeling. Tyler still wears the same cologne, and you still fit perfectly in his arms. God, you missed him.
âI was so scared.â you mumble.Â
âI know, sweetheart, I know.â says Tyler.
He pulls back slightly so he can look you in the eye. âAre you hurt?â he asks.
You shake your head. âI got to the shelter as soon as I heard the sirens, like you taught me.â
Tyler smiles at you. âYou did good.â
âI brought my phone but there was no service and then I couldnât open the door and I-â
ây/n.â says Tyler, cutting you off. âYouâre alright. I got you out.â
âThank you.â you say, burying your head in his chest once more.
The two of you stand there for a while. You both need this right now.
âTy?â you say.
He hums in response.Â
âPlease donât leave again.â
He presses a kiss to the top of your head.
âIâm never leaving you again, sweetheart.â
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where thereâs sparks, thereâs fire!
pairing: patrick zweig x fem!reader
summary: you canât tell if patrick hates you as much as you hate him. every time you see him heâs constantly talking to you, touching you, trailing behind you. but heâs only doing all that to piss you off. you think back to tashi telling you itâs obvious that he wants to fuck you. you donât see it. patrick wants to fuck everyone, youâre not special.
âor: patrick zweig is a slut. you can't stand him.
word count: 4.6k
contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yâall!), public sex (doing it in a coat closet lmao), more hate sex, swearing, fighting as foreplay, light choking, light hair pulling, degradation, even more hints of mean!reader cause i really do live for that shit, tashi and reader are cute besties always, porn with a little plot, no use of y/n.
authorâs note: i originally wanted to post a tashi fic next but i realized i don't have any like actual full on plot filled patrick works lmao i felt bad neglecting him and my patrick girlies so yeah. once again had literally so much fun writing this, like i hardcore love this niche!!! i ride so hard for it!!! the tashi fic i'm working on also falls into this category lols and yes this is fourth of july themed and it's late shut up i cannot write fast for the life of me...anyway! to the anons who requested something like this, hope you love it! okay bye mwah xoxo.
Patrick Zweig is a huge slut.
Everyone knows that. He doesn't even go to Stanford but he's still somehow managed to sleep with a third of the girls on campus, maybe even more than a few guys too if the rumors going around are true.
You hate him. Hate isn't even a strong enough word. You loathe him. You despise him. You detest him. Pick any other fancy synonym, the point still stands. You just really fucking hate him.
It blows your mind that someone as sweet and angelic as Art would be best friends with someone like him. Someone who's so obnoxious, so arrogant, so crass. Artâs the guy that goes out of his way to protect you from the gross frat bros at parties, only to bring his very own as a plus one.
Sigma Nu throws a rager every year on the fourth, extending invites to those who are still in Stanford for the summer. The womenâs tennis team is always invited, and Tashi always ends up convincing you to go. Well, sheâs less convincing than she is more forcing you, but itâs basically the same thing to her anyway. She did your makeup and wrestled you into a Hollister dress, vowing to get you laid as she straightened your hair.
Tashiâs almost more invested in your sex life than you are, constantly hand-picking guys on campus for your consideration. She actually offered up Patrick once when you told her you wouldnât fuck any of the guys on campus at all. The two of you were practicing, she suggested it as casual as ever while returning your serve. You were so shocked you stopped in your tracks, letting the ball fly right past you. She assured you she wouldnât mind if you did, that what the two of them had was quote âNothing serious, heâs just a really good fuck.â and that you should âTotally do it. He definitely wants to fuck you, I can tell.âÂ
You just brushed her off, ignored the way she smirked knowingly at you over the net. Your cheeks burned as you served again, you wrote it off as annoyance. As if you would ever let Patrick Zweig fuck you.
You lost Tashi when she took off to the bathroom, texting you that sheâd be a while thanks to a long line outside the door. You were leaning against a wall nursing a half-empty cup of jungle juice when he came up to you. You canât remember his name, you think it starts with a B. Something like Brandon? Or maybe Brian? One or the other.
Heâs Sigma Nuâs secretary, you sit three seats down from him in your economics lecture. Tashi says he has a crush on you, and heâs nice for a frat guy but heâs definitely not your type. Heâs been droning on about his upcoming trip to his family's summer house in Cabo for almost ten minutes. You try your best to seem interested, humming and nodding every couple seconds. Youâre in the middle of tuning him out when a loud, familiar voice calls out your name.Â
âThere you are!â Patrick Zweig shouts from a few feet away, ugly American flag patterned flip flops smacking against the ground as he makes his way over to you. Heâs wearing a bright red button down and white cargo shorts you scrunch your nose up at. Heâs tanner than the last time you saw him, legs long and even more toned. âIâve been looking everywhere for that pretty face.â He coos sweetly, his hand that isn't holding a bottle of Bud Light comes up to pinch your cheek.
You scoff, smacking his hand off your face. âYou found me, so you can go bother someone else now,â you say, rubbing your cheek lightly. âBye.â You press, waving your hand dismissively when he makes no move to walk away.
Patrick grins, unfazed by your reaction, he steps in even closer. âYeah, I missed you too,â he says breezily, his breath smells like cheap beer and camel blues. Heâs just as tall as you remember. He has tacky blue shutter shades resting on the top of his head. His eyes rake over your body shamelessly, lingering on the low dip of your neckline. âCute dress.âÂ
You ignore him, rolling your eyes before turning your attention back towards Brandon/Brian. Heâs silent now, eyes flicking between you and Patrick skeptically. âAre you like, together, or something?âÂ
You laugh loudly, quickly shaking your head âNoâ. Patrick beats you to speaking though, âGod no, man.â he says through a laugh, dark curls bouncing as he shakes his head. âI came over here to warn you.â He continues, voice and expression going overly serious like heâs not talking out of his ass.
Brandon/Brianâs brows furrow, clearly confused. âWarn me?â he asks, head tilting to the left slightly. His puka shell necklace makes a small clicking sound as he moves.Â
Patrick nods his head gravely, clapping his free hand down on Brandon/Brian's shoulder a little too roughly to be considered friendly, shaking him back and forth like a rag doll. âYeah, best of luck trying to get inside that snatch, man.â he says earnestly, jerking his head in your direction. âCauseâ sheâs really fucking pickyââ
You whip your head in his direction to cut him off, grimacing in disgust. âYou would say snatch, you sick fuck.â you snap, red solo cup crunching quietly in your hand. Patrick just laughs, dropping his hand from Brandon/Brianâs shoulder. Anger stews inside you the longer he looks at you with that stupid shit-eating smirk on his face.Â
You canât tell if Patrick hates you as much as you hate him. Every time you see him heâs constantly talking to you, touching you, trailing behind you. But heâs only doing all that to piss you off. You think back to Tashi telling you itâs obvious that he wants to fuck you. You donât see it.
Patrick wants to fuck everyone, youâre not special. Sure, he may feel the constant need to be a horn-dog when heâs around you. That doesnât mean anything. Patrickâs just gross, constantly making crude comments or lame innuendos. What Tashi fails to see is him making sex jokes around you is just another way he can piss you off. Itâs not an open invitation into those god-awful shorts.Â
Patrick takes a small step back, big hands raising in mock surrender. âAlright, alright. Put the claws away,â You try to ignore the way him saying your name in that goddamn infuriating condescending tone makes your cheeks start heating up. Patrick leans his shoulder on the wall next to you, looking down at you with a small grin on his face. âI actually wanted to congratulate you on cracking the top twenty.â He takes a long sip of his beer, head lolling to the side lazily as he swallows. âLucky number 14.â
Youâre not too proud to admit that Patrick is kind of hot, especially in this lighting. Heâs objectively a hot guy, and he knows it. All tall and firm looking even in his horrendous outfit. But heâs kind of cute too, in an ass-holey way. His hair's a mess of soft-looking black curls and his ears stick out from his head sort of endearingly. Heâs close enough that you can see heâs got a little brown in his eyes, and long lashes. Thereâs a handful of freckles sprinkled over the bridge of his nose.Â
His big, strong nose that looks like it could work wonders between your legs. Or at least thatâs what youâve heard from Jen in your chem lab. Maybe this jungle juice is stronger than you thought.
Patrick's smirk widens, wolfish and dirty like he can see what youâre thinking. âThatâs pretty impressive.â he continues, his tone a mix of genuine admiration and teasing. "Especially for someone who's always so...busy." He lets the last word hang in the air, a clear innuendo that makes your blood boil all over again.
"Busy training," you snap back, not willing to let him get under your skin any more than he already has. "Some of us have actual work ethic, Patrick. We put in the hours on the court instead of fucking anything that breathes, you know? So we donât look like idiots that get their ass handed to them on tour by nobody scrubs."
You can feel the heat start to simmer in your stomach, anger and frustration bubbling beneath the surface as Patrick's presence continues to grate on your nerves. The tension between you is thick, amplified by the chaotic energy of the party swirling around you. You see Brandon/Brian take a long, awkward sip of his beer as he steps away, turning on his heel to quickly disappear into the sea of bodies crowding the living room. You roll your eyes internally, pussy.
Patrick grins, not deterred in the slightest. âYouâve been keeping up with my matches?â His voice is low and pleased sounding, shiny green eyes slowly getting swallowed by the black of his pupils.Â
You pause, owlishly blinking up at him in silence. Youâve been caught. Shit.
You can feel the immediate warmth of embarrassment burning hot on your cheeks as you cast your gaze to the floor. âOnly when I need to cheer myself up, a losing streak that high is actually laughable.â You mutter to the floor, lightly swirling your drink in your cup.Â
Patrick laughs loudly, throwing his head back in amusement. âStill thinking about me though.â he says matter-of-factly, a lazy grin taking over his face.
His audacity sends another wave of anger and embarrassment through you, your grip tightens around your cup. "Only because you make such a spectacle of yourself," you retort sharply. "It's hard not to notice when you're crashing and burning so publicly."
Patrick's grin doesn't falter. If anything, it widens. "I'll take what I can get from you," he says, his tone a blend of amusement and something else that you can't place. "But seriously, congratulations. You deserve it."
His unexpected sincerity throws you off, and for a moment, you donât know how to respond. It's rare to see Patrick in a light that isnât coated in sarcasm or sleaze. You catch a glimpse of something genuine in his expression, something that almost resembles respect, and it confuses you.
It confuses you, and it makes something warm start to burn in your stomach. You canât afford to feel any warm, fuzzy feelings around a guy like Patrick, not if you donât want to get majorly fucked over the second he gets bored of you.Â
You donât know how to react so you do what makes sense, you lash out.
âGod, will you just fuck off and leave me alone Patrick,â you say, tone over-dramatic and long-suffering as you tip your head up to the ceiling in annoyance. âIâm trying to have fun.â A lie. The party kind of sucked compared to last years. You were planning on talking Tashi into leaving when she came back, but he didnât need to know that.
Patrickâs cool exterior finally cracks, letting out a quiet huff of disbelief as a frown starts tugging at the corners of his mouth. âJesus Christ, what the hell is your fucking problem? Iâm being sincere.â The playful light in his eyes is gone, replaced by something darker.
You let out a loud laugh, shaking your head in amusement. âMaybe Iâd believe that if you werenât such an ass. I know you too well, Patrick.â You say, tone mean and condescending. You know heâs right, on some level, but that doesnât stop you.Â
Patrick is silent for a beat, eyes boring into yours with an intensity that makes you want to start squirming. He lets out a quiet, bitter laugh, bringing his beer up to his lips to take a long sip. You watch the way his throat moves as he swallows, the way his lips look wrapped around the neck of the bottle. You feel a familiar heat start to pool between your legs, thighs clenching involuntarily as your mind envisions something else his slick, pink lips would look good wrapped around.Â
He drops the bottle to his side, finally breaking the silence. âYou know, now I do believe you.â he says casually, swiping his tongue over his lips lazily. âYou must really not be getting any dick acting like this much of an uptight bitch.â
You reel back in shock, his words hitting you like a punch in the gut. The wave of fury that sweeps through you is almost tangible, your vision narrowing to a tunnel that begins and ends with Patrickâs infuriatingly smug face. âWhat did you just say?â you ask completely taken aback, voice low and rough. Your hand twitches at your side with the need to throw your drink in his face, anger and embarrassment lapping white hot flames in your stomach.Â
Patrick just scoffs, heated gaze not breaking from your own. âYou heard me.â He says, jaw set stubbornly. âYou need like, emergency dick, or something to chill the fuck out for once.âÂ
You feel your heart rate spike, your free hand clenching into a tight wrist by your side. âYouâre a fucking pig.â your voice shakes with anger, you feel sweaty and hot all over. The heat swirling between your legs is persistent.
Patrick laughs, a loud and infuriating sound. âCome on, we both know youâre fucking begging for someone to give you what you need.â He says like itâs obvious, you clench your fist a little tighter. He takes a step closer, voice dropping down to a whisper meant just for you. âI can help you with that. I can fuck all that bratty shit right out of yoââ
Youâre reacting before you can stop yourself, hand flying up to slap him hard across the face. The loud crack pierces through the room, loud enough that a few eyes turn in your direction. Patrick's head snaps to the side, the shades resting on the top of his head fly off.Â
Your heart stops, hands shaking with the realization of what you just did. You expect Patrick to flip out, start shouting and threatening to sue you or whatever else it is that rich people do. Time seems to slow down as he turns his head, and when he looks back at you, there's no trace of anger in his eyes. Instead, they're dark with something else entirelyâ something that makes your stomach flip.
He licks his lips, a slow, deliberate motion, and then he laughs, a low, throaty sound that sends shivers down your spine. A clear hand print grows steadily, red and angry on his cheek. "Fuck." he breathes, his hazy eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat.Â
Youâre stuck staring at each other for what feels like hours, the music and chatter from the party reduced down to a low hum as youâre caught under Patrickâs heavy gaze.
He drops his beer bottle on the floor carelessly, hand shooting out to grab your wrist tightly and drag you away from the living room. Your cup falls from your grip, splashing down onto the hardwood in a red sticky mess. You fall into step behind him, letting him guide you into the hallway outside the living room before he lurches to a stop in front of a closed door, ripping it open and shoving you inside. Patrick follows quickly, closing the door behind him and bathing the coat closet in darkness.Â
Itâs a tiny closet, youâre pressed up against too many coats fighting for space on the tiny rack, kicking loose shoes around as you try to find your footing. âPatrick, Iââ You start, but you're cut off by a strong hand gripping your forearm and whipping you around. Your back hits the door with a dull thud, you donât have any time to react before his lips are on yours.
The kiss is the opposite of gentle, Patrickâs lips are almost violent as they move with yours. Your hands tangle in his soft hair, kissing back just as roughly. He hisses into your mouth as you twist the strands in your grip meanly, pressing you into the door harder. His tongue forces its way past your parted lips, claiming your mouth fiercely. He tastes like beer, his fingertips are rough and calloused on your skin, pulling you closer as if he wants to meld into you.
âIf you donât want this, say the word and Iâll stop right now.â He says against your lips, breathless and rumbly. His hands squeeze your hips reassuringly, his own version of sincerity softening the moment.
Yeah fucking right.
âZweig,â you say slowly, yanking his hair roughly. âIf you donât shut up and fuck me in the next ten seconds, Iâll kill you.â
Patrick grins wildly, surging forward to connect your lips again. Your hands find the buttons of his shirt as the two of you kiss, working them open one by one until you get too frustrated and rip the two half-open sides apart. Buttons clatter onto the floor of the closet, Patrick groans into your mouth, breaking the kiss with a huff. âI liked that shirt, dick. You owe me twenty bucks.â
Youâre not listening, eyes trained on the bare skin of his chest as everything seems to slow down for a second. Of course, youâve seen Patrick shirtless before, when heâs on the court and itâs above ninety or when heâs taking up space in Artâs dorm. This feels different, a completely new situation where itâs actually okay for you to stare at the expanse of his torso.Â
You canât help reaching out to touch him againâ running your greedy hands down his chest, his abs, the sharp âvâ cut of his hips that makes its way into the waistband of his shorts. Your manicured nails scratch through the dark hair of his happy trail, you can see the muscles in his stomach jump.
âFuck,â you whisper breathlessly and immediately regret it. He was already insufferableâ all you fucking needed was for him to know how you felt right now. How the sight of his barely undressed body is making your pussy soak through your panties.
Patrick doesnât even gloat, just uses his tight grip on your hips to flip you so youâre pressing onto the door harshly. He impatiently yanks the skirt of your dress up, wasting no time in hooking a finger on the lace of your panties and moving the fabric to the side for easier access.
You hear him pop the button of his shorts open, his zipper following close behind. âYou have no idea how long Iâve waited for this.â He says, sliding the thick tip of his cock through your slick lips, brushing himself against your entrance teasingly. âIâm gonna make you think twice about bitching me out ever again.â He seals his promise by grabbing your hair and yanking, causing a surprised whine to fall from your lips. His voice is so patronizing, but you arenât getting mad like you should be. Youâre just getting wetter, getting desperate with the need for him to get inside you right fucking now.
You grit your teeth in frustration, exhaling sharply through your nose. âI hate you.â You hiss, grinding back against his hard cock. You gasp raggedly as he starts to sink himself inside you, not stopping until his hips are flush against your ass. âShit!â Your hands grip the door so hard youâre scared one of your nails will break. The stretch of him burns in the best way possible. Youâd never say it out loud, not wanting to inflate his ego anymore than you probably already have, but heâs definitely the biggest cock youâve taken. Almost porn-star big.
âI know.â He replies easily, hiking your thigh up with his hand as his hips start to pound mercilessly into the meat of your ass, not even giving you time to get used to the thick stretch of him. The loud smack of skin on skin fills the tiny closet easily, you hope to God the amount of clothes shoved in here somehow muffles the sound. The rough denim of his shorts scratches against your raw skin, adding to the sting of his hips.
Patrick was pounding into you in a way that makes you feel every inch of him. His cock felt impossibly big, filling you up like he was carving a place for himself inside of you. The sting in your pussy at the stretch of him is mind-numbing, you think youâd collapse from how hard your thighs were shaking if he wasnât practically holding you up.
His big hand grips the sensitive skin of your inner thigh hard enough that itâll probably be bruised by tomorrow. You distantly hope heâs high up enough that your tennis skirt will cover it, because if not itâll be a hard thing to talk your way out of.
You throw your head back, a strained moan erupting from your lips. Your nails scratch at the paint on the door's edges, raking small lines down the wall. The loud squelch of your pussyâs overflowing wetness every time he sinks back inside you would be embarrassing if you had the mental capacity to care.
âFuck yeah, keep making those slutty sounds, baby. Want the whole fucking party to hear how good Iâm making you feel on this cock,â he mutters, hiking your leg up higher so he can pound into you deeper.
He drops your thigh, sliding his hand up your body and around your throat. You whine loudly, pushing back into his thrusts harder. Guys have tried the choking thing in the past, but Patrickâs hand is the only one thatâs felt right. His long fingers curling around your throat like they belong there.
âShit, fuck- donât stop.â you mewl, lips parted in ecstasy. His hand squeezes a little tighter, not enough to cut off your breathing, just enough to get your eyes rolling back into your head as your pussy weeps around the thick length of his cock.
âThatâs it, taking my fucking cock like you were made for it,â Patrick grates through a groan, gripping your hips and pulling out from your tight hole to spit on where his cock bumps up against your entrance before plunging back in. You jolt at the extra wetness, whining at how dirty it is. âSo fucking tightâ does it hurt, baby?â he asks in a barely breathless voice, laughter edging his tone. âIs my fat cock hurting your tight little pussy?â
âGodâ shit, yes!â you sob loudly, cheek rubbing against the wood of the door as you nod your head frantically. âHurts so fucking good.â You stop caring about inflating his ego, letting moans fall freely from your lips as you get closer to the edge.
âFuck yeah, Iâm gonna come,â he grunts, his rhythm growing sloppy and erratic as his muscles tense. He wraps your hair in his other hand, pulling hard enough to make your neck crane back awkwardly. He leans forward, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. âI can feel you, fucking clenching up on me so tight,â he whispers, still pounding into you roughly. âI know youâre close. Do it. Come all over my cock like a slut.â
Patrick's hand tightens around your throat as he talks, cutting off your air for just a second. âPatrick!â Your voice sounds weak and strained, your hand coming up to wrap around his wrist desperately.
He pulls out abruptly, dropping your hair from his fist to frantically jerk his cock, burying his face in your neck. You can hear the lewd shlick shlick shlick of your wetness help his hand glide over the skin of his cock quickly. Patrick lets out a loud growl before you feel the sharp bite of his teeth sinking in where your shoulder meets your neck, muffling a loud groan of your name as he sprays hot come over the skin of your lower back and the swell of your ass.Â
The feeling of Patrickâs hand wrapped around your throat as his come paints your skin has you catapulting over the edge. Eyes rolling back in your head as your convulsing pussy gushes wet over his spent cock.Â
You drag in greedy lungfuls of air, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. âYou came first.â You say breathlessly, voice scratchy and hushed. Patrick chuckles against your skin, swatting the tender flesh of your ass lightly.Â
âShut the fuck up.â He mutters half-heartedly, nuzzling his nose in your neck in a way that seems far too intimate for what the two of you just did. You donât say anything.
Patrick eventually peels himself off your back, but the warmth of his body stays wrapped around you as he starts to gently wipe your skin clean. Youâre ready to scold him for using some poor guy's coat as a come-rag, but when you turn your head to glare at him heâs using the inside of his own shirt. You wrinkle your nose, but a tiny smile fights its way onto your lips. So gross, you think with a sort of reluctant fondness.
He leans over to fix your panties back over your puffy, abused pussy. Your thighs continue to shake weakly as you try to stand on your own, still unsteady without Patrick holding you up. He gives you a sweet kiss on the back of your shoulder, smacking his lips loudly. You huff out a tiny laugh, pushing away from the door to face him.
You watch him as he languidly gets re-dressed. He looks well-fucked, his hair and clothes are mess, his face is flushed and sweaty. Your eyes trail down to where heâs buttoning up his atrocious shorts.Â
The fabric around the crotch is darkened with your release, wetness soaking the denim around the zipper and front pockets. You gawk at it, a mix of terror and excitement swirling through your stomach. âYou canât go back out like that.â you say to his shorts, shame burning your cheeks.Â
Patrick follows your gaze down to his crotch. A pleased smirk plays on his lips when he looks back at you. âIâll text you later.â Is all he says, zipping his fly and turning towards the door.Â
âYou donât have my number.â You say, tugging the skirt of your dress down over your hips. You can slowly feel the horny fog leave your brain, leaving you clear-minded and a little panicked.
He cracks the door open, but before walking out of the closet he looks back at you over his shoulder. âArtâll give me your number. â He says casually with a small shrug of his shoulder. You suddenly feel sick, wondering how many other people have heard that line before getting completely ghosted.Â
Patrick must see the negative thoughts running through your mind play out on your face. He gives you an actual smile, one that has his eyes crinkling up the tiniest bit at the corners. âPromise.â He says with a reassuring nod, itâs the most sincere youâve ever seen him. You bite your lip to stop from smiling at the hope blooming in your stomach, nodding back at him slowly. He throws you one last toothy grin before heâs walking out and closing the door behind him.
You sigh contently, staring at the closed door for a few beats before your phone buzzes to life from where it's laying on the floor. You bend over to search for it, blindly rooting around until you see the tiny display light. The ringing stops before you can answer, when you flip the screen up to check your inbox you have seven missed texts and two missed calls.
Four texts and two calls from Art, and just three texts from Tashi.
arty where are you? iâve been looking for you are you okay? hello???
tash you know you're not invisible right? everyone saw your little show have fun <3
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Astrology observations - Part 3 (use whole signs)
đ For a lot of people with moon in 7th house, their mother had a huge impact on their personality (in a good or bad way). They'll either admire her a lot and try to be more like her or, do their best to not be like her. Their mother usually has a lot of say in who they marry. If the ascendant lord is not strong, then these people completely change after marriage and start to behave in a way in which their spouse would like them to.
đââŹSaturn in 9th house people can be really good when it comes to their career, they end up getting promoted earlier than others, but I've noticed that they prefer to work alone. It's like, they create something, but they would like someone else to market and sell it since communication is not their strong suit. Can be very introverted, not the best at taking initiatives, are very prone to undermining themselves.
đ moon in 11th house people have a really good relationship with their kids (unless it's debilitated). It doesn't matter if you're a guy or a girl, it's the same for both. They're the parents who have a very "chill" relationship with their kids, their kids trust them a lot, treat them as a friend. All my friends who have a great and healthy relationship with their parents, 85% of those parents had moon in 11th.
đâ⏠Mars in 5th house people have such an "interesting" dating life; love triangles, friends with benefits, they've (or will) experienced it all. The people to say "it's complicated" when you ask them about their love life. But I've also seen that these people are very accepting of other people's dating preferences, this is one of the things that I really admire about them, this can result in them having a very diverse group of friends.
đ Jupiter aspecting ascendant/midheaven is one of the best placements that you could possibly have. I was going through celebrities' charts and I noticed that the ones who were exceptionally popular or rich had this like 90% of the time. With opposition and square it can indicate that people hate you at first, but then some info comes out and suddenly everyone loves you, but you gotta go through the hate first. Conjunction can go either way depending on the sign.
đâ⏠Saturn in 4th house women have my full respect, like, these people go through so much shit in their life and yet they're so hardworking and never give up. Their mother was probably their worst enemy growing up. If you know someone who has this, give them a hug, they're carrying so much burden, and yet they never show it. You'll never hear these people complaining about life, have a very, "it's okay, problems come and go, you can't be sad all the time" mentality.
đ Sun in 1st house people make me so angry, I don't get along with them. They have such a shitty personality, and always wanna fight for absolutely no reason. Start a beef out of nowhere, but they are so fucking good at their job, that's actually what makes me hate them more. My class representative has this, and she's such a bitch, but she's so responsible, it breaks my fucking heart, can't even complain đ
đâ⏠Mercury in 11th house people have unmatched Rizz, will charm the pants off you (unless it's debilitated). I'm so jealous of people who have this. I know people with this, who are not conventionally attractive but their charm is what makes people like them. I never knew what it meant to be attracted to someone's personality until I met someone who had this. (I know this sounds like a backhanded compliment, but it's really not)
đ I have never in my life met a moon in 8th house person who was like....okay. these people will have a mental breakdown almost every week. Can't take criticism AT ALL. I have seen that people with this have a tendency to date whoever they see once they break up, just to show their ex how "wanted" they are, and it's not healthy because a lot of their hook ups have bad intentions. Have a habit of playing the victim "everyone bullies me đ„ș" "I have the hardest life" and blah blah. On a positive note, they can handle fame really well because of their ability to manipulate people, once you get in their trap and start liking them, you'll never be able to hate them.
đâ⏠I never see people talking about how smart Venus in 3rd house people are. I'm always so amazed by the way they carry conversations. A lot of women who have won beauty paegents have this because of how nice their answers were. A lot of young politicians have this as well. Their juniors often look up to them.
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HATE YOU
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pairing: enemies to lovers ? (sorta one-sided tho), college au, fuckboy!jungkook x f!reader genre/tags: smut, angst, alcohol usage, dirty talk, lowkey perverted!jk, fingering, piv, unprotected sex (oof), drunk sex, public sex (reader & jk do it at a house party), riding, video recording **pls donât do none of this irl LMAO words: 2.7k
**old repost from my deleted blog
Hate is a strong wordâ at least thatâs what people try and say. You meant it though, it was a word you didnât use lightly. Especially when it came to your opinion on 99% of the male population at your school. You couldnât stand most of them, they all just wanted one thing. Getting into your pants.
You despised hook-up culture with a passion and it didnât help that most guys who tried talking to you were all the same. You had a special hatred for a particular individual the most thoughâ Jeon Jungkook from your physics class. He was the most arrogant, conceited, egotistical person youâve ever met your whole life.
Every class he would have a different girl with him wrapped around his arm, walking him to the door like heâs some kind of royalty. The way almost every girl would swoon over him just because heâs good looking was baffling to you. Yeah he may have a pretty face but does that cancel everything else out? Of course not. Youâll never understand why these women would choose to go after someone like him, you felt embarrassed for them honestly.
âJungkook, meet me after class Iâll be waiting for you!â Some girl shouted through the door to get his attention.
He was sitting two seats from you, looking at his phone while paying no mind to the obvious screaming being directed to him. He was so full of himself it was ridiculous.
âHey y/n, whatâre you doing tonight?â
That voice startled the hell out of you. Who gave Jungkook the right to even be speaking to you right now? Looking over in his direction, you give him an empty stare.
âWhy do you care?â You said harshly.
It makes no sense why he would even try talking to you, youâve never given him any indication you liked him.
âSheesh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today,â he chuckles, âyou should pull up to my party tonight!â You wanted to almost physically gag at the wink he just gave you.
âIâm good.â You shut him down quickly and try moving on but he doesnât let you off that easy.
âYou sure? The whole schools practically gonna be there, you donât wanna miss out on all the fun do ya?â That annoying smirk on his face was really starting to irritate you.
âI said Iâm good, Iâd never show up to one of your dumb ass parties.â
âI think you got me mixed up with someone else, my parties are always lit. If you have a change of heart though, Iâll make sure to show you a real good time.â
You scoff, utterly disgusted by his last comment, just about everything he said had sexual undertones to them. His humor was weird and extremely perverted which heavily pissed you off. You couldnât wait for this class to be over.
âWeâre almost here!â Yuna exclaims in the passenger seat.
You were in the back with two of your other friends as you were headed to a party. You werenât totally up for partying tonight but ultimately your friends were able to convince you to go. You donât even know where the party is but maybe itâs good to get your mind off things.
âOh, by the way whoâs party is this?â You ask suddenly as Lisa pulls into a driveway.
The car got silent for a second, no one answered your question. It was a bit odd to you the way they all froze up.
âActually⊠itâs Jungkookâs partyâŠâ Lisa finally spoke, her eyes kept trailing away from you.
âWhat the fuck? Of all places you choose to go you pick him?!â You felt so betrayed.
They really drove you all the way here just to trick you into coming and now you have no escape plan. They all begged and pleaded for you to suck it up and let loose for just one night. You finally agreed but only under the condition that you want to be far away from him as possible.
âWhy do you even dislike him so much? You would think he had murdered someone or something!â Your friend asks.
âI just think heâs a pretentious asshole that doesnât deserve all the hype he gets.â
They just shrug your opinion off and get out the car. You huff as you open the door and head to the party with the rest of them.
You instantly felt claustrophobic once you go inside. There were crowds of people everywhere. Jungkook was right, everyone at the school was practically here. Loud rap music was blaring through the speakers, red solo cups scattered the floor, people getting sloppy drunk or stoned; the perfect stereotypical house party.
You havenât seen him yet so that was a good sign and you go up to the kitchen to get drinks with Lisa. 20 minutes pass by now and Lisa was left out of your sight. You have no idea where she couldâve run off to and now you have to search the place to find your friends.
Heading outside into the backyard, your balance was becoming unstable from the alcohol in your system. You were taking shots of Hennessy back to back and it caught up to you faster than you could blink. You sat down on one of the lawn chairs since your head was starting to feel really heavy. You felt a sudden tap behind your shoulder and hear a voice that even when youâre drunk, you can sense with disdain.
âWell, well, well if it isnât little miss âiâd never show up to one of your dumb ass parties!ââ Jungkook teases while coming from behind you.
âGet the hell away from me!â You lean away from him to leave you alone but he only came closer.
âThis is my house so I donât need to go anywhere, if anything I think I should kick you out for being so mean to me.â His face inched towards yours further, putting you in an uncomfortable position.
You donât know why your body felt paralyzed though, it was probably just from all the alcohol inebriating your mind.
âYou know, I never understood why you actually hate me. I never hurt you did I?â He says, slightly cocking his head to the side.
His tattooed hand landed on your knee, just planting it there while keeping strong eye contact. You couldnât speak for some reason, it was as if an enormous lump has formed and got caught inside your throat. He looks down at the skirt youâre wearing and bites his lip, playing with his lip ring.
âWhy arenât you talking? You usually have a lot to say to me, why so quiet now sweetheart? Cat got your tongue?â He continues speaking in that condescending tone of his and youâve had enough now.
âI fucking hate your guts Jungkook, I absolutely despise you. Youâre a cocky, perverted fuckboy that needs to be humbled and finally put in your place!â You snap back at him while pushing his hand away.
âWoah girl chill out, that was a bit harsh donât ya think? Also, Iâd love for you to put me in my place any day.â Yet again, he never fails to make a sexually charged comment.
âYouâre disgusting, seriously get help!â You attempt to get up from the lawn chair but he pushes you back down.
âYou know, Iâve always liked my girls a little feisty. I find it hot when girls yell at me.â
Either this man has a humiliation kink or is just plain stupidâ either way you donât want to be anywhere near him but he wouldnât let you leave.
âPlease just go away Jungkook, I donât want you in my sight anymore.â
âReally? Because if that were true then you wouldâve been left already,â his hand went to stroke the side of your hair âseems like you really donât want me to leave.â
His other hand went back to your knee again but slowly trails up to your thigh and goes under your skirt this time. You were surprised within yourself that you were even letting this happen. He leans in to your face, being just a few inches away from his lips. You became almost in a trance by those pink, pillowy lips. You donât know what came over you but you grab his face and messily kiss him. The movement of your lips colliding and syncing together as he deepened the kiss. He sensually touches your thigh while you moan into the kiss and he squeezes your thigh tightly in response. Looking around to see all the people still here when you pull away from him; you canât fathom you just made out with Jungkook in front of all these goddamn people. You just lost all respect for yourself.
âYou know Iâve always secretly had a crush on you y/n?â Jungkook admits, âI kinda like it when girls are mean to me. Or maybe I just like it when youâre mean, I havenât figured it out yet.â
âLet me show you how mean I can get then.â You reply, staring up at him with hungry eyes.
That cheesy grin never leaving his face as he hears you speak. The tension only grew thicker and he wasnât about to waste another second.
âSit on my lap.â He uses his hands to maneuver you and leans back in the chair.
You drunkenly stumble on top of him, feeling him against you. Your body heat raised through the roof but this time you were sure it wasnât because of the liquor. You straddle his lap as you go back to hastily making out. His wandering hands kept slipping down to your ass to squeeze it and you were starting to feel dizzy from the way he was kissing you. You feel his touch under your skirt to play with you some more, not caring if anyoneâs looking at this point.
âI donât think we should be doing this.. not here at least. Too many people.â You say when pulling away from his lips.
âI really donât give a fuck, itâs my party let them watch. Letâs put on a good show for everyone, yeah?â
You know this goes beyond against every moral youâve had before. Youâre about to do the one thing you told yourself that youâd never do.
âSounds like a plan to me.â Agreeing to go along with his narrative.
He lets you in charge now, letting you have full control over the way you get to ride him. You push your panties to the side and he undoes his pants to free his fully hard member. You didnât realize how much of a nice cock he has, it was well groomed and had the perfect size/width.
âYou have a really pretty dick, must I say.â You still canât believe these words are being said to Jungkook.
âThanks baby, I canât wait for it to be in that pretty little pussy of yours.â
He drags two of his fingers down to your core and swipes in a circular motion, smearing the wet slick as he watches your mouth open wide with pleasure. His digits sink into your cunt harshly, pushing them deeper and deeper.
âFuck! Your fingers feel too goodâŠâ you hid your face in his shoulder as he splits you open.
Your eyes hung low and your mind was hazy. Unable to think straight, you just wanted to feel Jungkook inside of you already.
âNeed to fuck you nowww!â You yell, almost sounding a bit whiny.
âSo do it then cutie. Come fuck yourself on my cock.â
He withdraws his digits out of you and licks the juices off them one by one. His grin would only get wider as you lowered yourself on his cock. You were so soaking wet you sunk down on him easily while resting your hands around his shoulders to brace yourself a bit before moving. Once you regain focus you slide up and down on his shaft nice and slow; making him bite his lip, moan, and curse under his breath.
âYour pussy feels so good⊠so tight⊠fuck..â his mind was going blank as you pick up a steady pace.
You were so out of it by now that you were bouncing on his cock in a frenzy. He roughly thrusted his hips back into you while you sloppily rode him. The way he filled you up felt like you were in heaven. You open your eyes for a second, forgetting that you were at a party. Almost everyone was looking at you, some people even took out their phones to record the scene in front of them. It was probably all the alcohol you drank but you didnât even care anymore, you continued savagely riding him. Youâre moaning louder as you slam down into him harder, pulling his body closer to yours. He loudly grunts from your walls aching around him, his cock was throbbing so intensely he felt himself wanting to burst already.
People were beyond shocked to see this happening, it was a wild party but they werenât expecting all this. You try not to pay attention to everyone and focus on Jungkook so you can make yourself cum. Then out of nowhere, he spontaneously lifts you up while youâre still on his cock. Engulfing those large hands on your ass cheeks to keep you balanced and thrusts into you deep while heâs standing up. You had your arms wrapped tightly around him, you werenât too scared of falling since he had a strong grip on you. You were taking his cock with each harsh stroke he gave, screaming out his name over and over so the whole party could hear it.
âFuck yes Jungkook! Keep fucking me just like that, youâre so good!!â You could feel yourself coming close and so does Jungkook. Wet strands of sticky hair cling to his face from all the work heâs putting in, his eyebrows furrowed to concentrate solely on making you cum.
âGonna cum on this cock for me baby? I feel you getter tighter âround me.â
âYess, wanna cum on your cock so bad please!â
He was hitting all the spots in you just right, the slight curve of his shaft fit so perfectly in your core. Your mouth was back to being jaw locked again, feeling the heat wave of your orgasm coming through. It hit even harder when you were drunk, you felt like you were going to fall out of his arms but he noticed you slipping and pulls you up into a firmer grasp. While shutting your eyes you feel your release take over, cursing and moaning his name repeatedly like a broken record.
âIâm âbout to cum âŠ.â He pulls out of you and sets you back on the lawn chair, âlook up and open wide for me.â
You open your mouth eagerly for him, he gives his cock a few pumps before releasing his white creamy load into your mouth. You swallow every drop of his cum and stick your tongue out for him to show your empty mouth. He smiles at the pretty sight of you and goes in to kiss you once again.
âThis is fucking insane!â One of the random people at the party says.
You recognize the person since theyâve been watching you from the start. To say that you and Jungkook left everyone at that party speechless was an understatement.
âYou know people were taking videos of us right?â Jungkook says cautiously.
âYeah⊠itâs probably going to end up all over social media now, if it hasnât already. Oh well, like I care!â You shrug nonchalantly.
Oh youâll definitely care when you sober up.
âLetâs get outta here?â Jungkook zips his pants back up and takes his hand out for you to grab.
You hold onto him and balance your wobbly legs to stand up. You were both severely drunk but he held his liquor way better than you did. For the rest of the night, the party continued and you ended up finding your friends. They soon found out about you were doing and how you fucked Jungkook in front of everyone there, they were all completely taken aback. You went from hating his guts to him destroying yoursâ guess thatâs one way you can end a burning hatred for someone.
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⥠bakugou headcannons !
i felt like a hopeless romantic today so why not have some random headcannons?
i personally feel like bakugou wouldnt be looking for a relationship because of his ambition to wanna be a hero. so he kinda has that "itll come my way when its time" mentality with dating.
dont hate me but i think bakugou is the type of person to not "fall in love at first sight"
if he does find you interesting though, its because of the sole reasons of either your quirk or your personality. thats it- no other reason.
secretly probably has a thing for thick/curvy/muscular women, you cannot tell me otherwise.
once you two start talking more he'll secretly enjoy the way you yap when it comes to things you like or about something you genuinely cant stand.
i think bakugou wont be the one to make the first move unless like mina or someone tells him that you secretly have a fat crush on him as well.
on the other hand, if you were to confess to him he would try to act as nonchalant as possible but would be embarrassed, happy + his ego would definitely inflate.
once you both go public it is OVER for all the other "extras". bakugou would be showing you off left and right- "hey you see that hottie over there? guess what? shes mine- now look the other way!"
would be lowk scared that his brash personality would make you leave him for someone else, but you would always insist he was all you ever needed and thats all he needed to go back to the cocky bastard you know and love.
is a SUCKER for random compliments and physical touch. you hold his hand on the way out the class? instant butterflies. "your eyes are so pretty suki..!" fuck. he was whipped for you.
bakugou loves it when you massage his back or shoulders after a hard day of training. oh, and when you run your hands through his hair? hes on cloud nine.
loves cooking for you, but leaves the baking to you. he absolutely CANNOT bake for his life. would get too frustrated after having to do the same step multiple times because the recipe called for it and would just end up combining all the steps in one.
wont admit it but he loves when you use him as your walking heater. "bakugou im crampinggggg..." "here..." he says as he places his palm on your stomach as you sigh in content. he cant help but find it adorable when you force yourself on him if he doesnt do it himself.
last but not least... sleeping. hates being the small spoon because it makes him feel unimportant :( will sometimes stay up just to see your cheeks squished on to his chest as you sleep- dont be surprised to see photos of you like that on his phone.
slow mornings with bakugou is so sweet and soft. he would definitely press small kisses to your neck after each compliment he would say about you. only when youre asleep ofc. if you wake up and show even the slightest sign of knowing what he did, he would take a pillow and smack your face with it 100%. all with love though ofc. besides, its not like you didnt know about it for months now.
lol idek if this is good since its my first time but uhhhh lmk what yall think.
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pairing: dark!dom!Logan Howlett x non-mutant!fem!reader
warning: drugging, head butting, oral (fem receiving), nightmare fuck, woken from sleep, rough fuck, multiple orgasms, obsession, etc.
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âMaybe youâre just no oneâs type anymore, sugar. That attitude doesnât sit well on women like you,â Logan said across the bar after hearing y/n complain to Storm that itâs hard to find a person sheâs interested in.
âOr maybe you can mind your business!?â Y/n turned to look his way with a yell. Storm slightly touched her back to calm her now. âNo! â Iâm tired of him talking. Itâs not like youâre so sweet yourself!â Y/n said.
Logan looked at the frustrated young lady with a grin as he placed his cigar in his mouth. âAinât like your dick could stand up still either,â she said, making the people who were listening, laugh.
âAhh, wouldnât you like to know,â Logan said, unfazed by the small words she tried to use to hurt his feelings. âActually, I wouldnât, because even Jean didnât want a piece of you. And that was when you were younger,â she said.
People were shocked at her words, still laughing but watching out how much. They knew mentioning Jane was a topic he hated hearing.
âWatch what you say. Just because you ainât a mutant, donât mean I wonât handle you,â Logan said. Of course, her heart rate raised, but she stood her ground as she got up from the bar seat.
âTry me,â she said, making the metal-boned man laugh as he approached her. He could see her chest rise, knowing she wanted nothing she challenged him to do.
Logan looked back at Storm who was shaking her head as she pointed at the shit glasses y/n had downed. A whole tray that hold at least fifteen was insane for a human.
Logan looked back at y/n understanding why she felt so much emotion tonight. Her eyes were glossy and she slightly swayed back and forth. She was definitely halfway to passing out.
Logan leaned forward, mouth slightly grazing Y/nâs ear. âGo to bed, sweet cheeks,â Logan said as his hot breath hit the side of her face before heading to his room.
Itâs been a few weeks since the incident at the bar with Logan. Y/n decided to keep it cool for a while until no one expected anything.
âLogan, can you please get my phone from the living room while I cook, please?â Y/n asked. He sighed loudly, always grumpy about something as he got up and walked out of the kitchen.
Y/n quickly pulled two pills out of her pocket and dropped them into his full glass of liquor. She had gone through the pharmacy they had for mutants downstairs, and searched for something that would make him rethink what he said to her.
Y/n went to walk away until she stopped and thought of his constant bullying since she got here.
Y/n pulled two boxes from her other pocket, took every pill from their wrapper, and dumped them in his drink. âOne for your lazy dick, and the other energy since I should go to sleep early,â
Y/n quickly through the trash in the bin before running back to continue cooking. âAlmost done,â she smiled as he placed her phone down with a fake smile back.
âFor a mutant, you sure do get tired walkinâ room to room,â y/n snickered as he downed his drink. If he looked at the glass, he wouldâve noticed something off, but he didnât think of it.
âDoes liquor get old these days? Fuckinâ hell,â Logan spoke with a few coughs. Y/n did her best, to keep her laughing. He had no clue.
âLogan, relax!â Y/n heard Scott yell somewhere in the mansion. At first, she thought they were arguing again until something broke and Jane screamed. What the hell is going on?
Y/n quickly got up from her bed and ran out of her room, toward where ever they were. âLogan, relax! Y-Youâre safe!â Jane spoke. Sheâs told y/n she had to use those words whenever he got out of control.
âWhatâs wrong?â Y/n asked as she stepped around the corner. Loganâs head instantly snapped towards her. âNo,â Scott said, having a feeling what Logan was going to do.
âY/n, stay back. H-Heâs not doing well right-â Jean spoke but got knocked out of the way by Logan running towards y/n. As well as Scott.
Y/n tried to run, but before she could turn all the way around, he grabbed her, quickly throwing her over his shoulders before running away.
âHey! â Let me go, Logan! Stop it!â She yelled as he ran towards the front door. Where was he taking her? Why was he taking her? He almost made it out of the mansion with her in hand until Storm used the wind to drag y/n back.
Logan stumbled, realizing she wasnât in his hold anymore. He turned around stepped forward followed after y/n was dragged back until he looked up to see the whole crew staring right back at him.
Logan let out a loud growl before running off and out into the darkness of night.
âWhat the fuck!â Y/n shouted as Storm lifted her up and Jean checked her for any bruises. âWhat the hell is his problem?â Y/n asked as Scott ran out of the house to see where Logan had run off.
âMotherfuckerâs taking my bike!â Scott shouted. âWe donât know. He was sitting on the couch, eatinâ the rest of the food you cooked, as always, then â then he started switching,â Jean said.
âAt first it was mild, but I noticed it first. He then asked where you were and if we thought youâd be asleep yet,â Storm said. âWe said we didnât know, and he instantly grew angry,â Jean said.
âMotherfucker got up to go to your room and I stopped him before he could,â Scott said as he ran back into the mansion. It was late and y/n was confused. What was happening?
Y/nâs currently in her room as the crew took the yet to go find Logan. Xavier came with them. He said, maybe if he got closer to Logan, he could ease into his mind.
The school has been out for a couple of weeks, so the kids are either with their parents or in buddy groups somewhere in instate.
This means y/n has the whole mansion to herself on one of the worst days possible. While an animal is loose. A wild animal.
Y/n thought if she closed her eyes and went to sleep, she wouldnât stress as much, so thatâs what she did. Now sheâs deep in her sleep, dreaming about what she was trying to distract herself from. Logan.
Logan was chasing her through the long halls. Every door being locked and the hall getting longer was the most terrifying part of the nightmare.
He chased her for what felt like hours. Each time he spoke, it felt like he was closer.
âDonât runâ âStay stillâ âMhm â Thatâs itâ âAll that shit talkinâ and youâre cryinâ. Pathetic,â he said with a chuckle following behind his voice.
âPlease, someone help!â She yelled in her dreams as she felt his breath on her neck. She was caught. Logan grabbed y/n and dragged her to a room that wouldâve been locked for her.
âYouâre a fast one, but Iâve gotcha,â he growled low as he hovered over the girl, lips inches from hers. âSmellinâ so good for me. Youâre such a tease,â Logan ripped her clothes off. They disappear into dust. She knew she had to be dreaming.
âRunninâ from me, but youâre soaked. Youâre a lair, baby,â he said as he slipped her panties off, sniffing them before placing them in his back pocket. âNow how about ya cum for me?â
Y/n woke up slowly, hearing a voice in her room. âNow how about ya cum for me?â She heard for the second time, but in between her legs. Y/n whined as she looked down, not knowing what was happening until she saw him.
Logan was in between her legs, sucking on her pussy like a starved man. âLogan!â She screamed, scared at first until her back arched from the full effect of his tongue all over and between her folds.
Logan watched her reaction as he ducked on her hard, eating her out rougher than before. Heâs been at this for. Good thirsty minutes and still couldnât get enough.
âGimme another,â he said. âWhat? â I-I donât- Fuck,â y/nâs eyes rolled back. He was working her just right. He knew he was. Heâs been waiting all night. From when he was eating the rest of dinner, to when he hid in the woods, waiting for the crew to leave, to sneaking in her room, hoping not to wake her up too early.
âGive me a 6th one, heh? Then Iâll fill ya up,â Logan said as he slipped two fingers into her cunt, curling and pumping into her to force another one he so desperately wanted.
The instant pressure of his fingers sent y/n over the edge with a loud cry and shake. She came all over his face, wetting him like a waterpark.
âFuuuck,â Logan groaned, feeling in heaven. âCan never get tired of that, princess,â Logan said as he crawled up and over her until he attacked his lips onto her, softly.
Y/n kissed back for a second, feeling too deep into the mood. She only lasted for a little bit after she woke up, but she was sure this was the best orgasm sheâs ever had.
âLogan- Logan!â Y/n pushed at his chest, making him lean back. âW-We canât. Theyâre looking for you and youâre â Youâre here eating me out and making out with me and-â y/nâs mind ran everywhere until he cut her off with a short kiss.
âItâs okay, sugar. I need them out of the house for what Iâm about to do to you,â Logan said, confusing her. âLogan â Youâre feeling this way because I drugged you,â y/n blurted out.
Logan forced over her as she slapped her hands over her face in embarrassment. âSaying that out loud makes me feel bad, but, yes. I put a whole box of energy pills and Viagra on your drink when you went and grabbed my phone â I-Iâm sorry,â y/n genuinely apologizes.
She thought he was going to lash out before she heard him chuckle. That chuckle turned into a laugh as he leaned up off of the bed.
âBaby, I pieced that together when I was in the living room, eatin,â Logan said as y/n backed up against her headboard. âMy plan was to go up to your room and confront you before fucking you into your mattress, but Scott stopped me,â
âThen I saw you come around the corner and thought I could fuck you into the dirty in the woods like the low and pathetic slut you are, but Scott stopped me again,â
âSo I ran â I knew theyâd come looking for me. I waited in the woods for nearly an hour. Cock throbbing. Balls waiting to empty. I wanted to jack one off right then, but I knew it wouldnât have been enough,â
âBesides â Iâd rather fill every whole youâve got to satisfy my needs,â Logan said before lunging at y/n. Y/n screamed and fought, trying to get from under him, but there was no use. He was stronger and wild. He needed her now.
âKeep fightin, baby. Always seemed hot knowing you couldnât overpower me, even if you tried,â he mocked as he ripped his jeans off of him, as well as his boxers.
âN-No, no, no! Logan, I-Iâm not doing this. Iâm not doing â That!â Y/n said after seeing his length. He was long. He was huge. Veins nearly covered the whole thing. His balls looked stiff and in need of release.
âYouâre gonna take it. You brought this on yourself, princess,â Logan said as he ripped his shirt off. Y/n had just noticed she was fully naked. He had stripped her from her nightgown when she was sleeping.
âI-It was a mistake!â Y/n tried pushing back as he came in between her legs. âWas it though? I smell how wet you get around me every day. All that anger is just an excuse because youâre too bitchy to ask for my cock,â Logan looked directly into her eyes, just a few inches away.
âWell, you wonât have to ask anymore. Iâve got the picture from now on,â Logan forced his huge length inside of y/n, stretching her walls in an instant. She cried at the pain but moaned at the pleasure.
âYeah,â he growled, teeth stuck together. âGonna fuck you all fuckinâ night,â Loganâs hips began to move at an ungodly pace. The huge man leaned over y/n like an inhuman form. Deep down he was.
He placed her legs on his shoulders and pushed down into her like some duck doll he had ready in his room for him.
Her lower back was slightly in the air. She could him thrust into her fully. She was forced to watch him use her cunt like some movie.
âL-Logan,â y/n threw her head back as she came unexpectedly from the angle he had her in. âLook at that waterfall. So fuckinâ pretty,â Logan wished he could slurp her up, but he was too busy digging in her guts for more.
âYou know â That comment about Jean back at the bar â It was unnecessary,â Logan began a conversation with y/n. She was so confused about how because she was struggling to keep her mind straight. Her head already seemed light.
âI shouldâve dragged you to my room then, but I was calm. Noticed you had a few drinks. Drinks always make sluts act out,â he spat.
âAnyway â About Jean. Yeah, I lost feelings a while ago. You wanna know when? When you came along,â he admitted. âThose sexy jeans and top that hugged your body set me off, quick. Jean was outta there,â
âThen your personality. Sweet and precious but evil to people like me. People whoâre assholes,â he leaned closer to her face. âBut, you know what, baby? I think you like assholes. Just look at the way you take my cock. Iâm basically bullying myself into you,â
He wasnât wrong. Before y/n signed up to teach at the school slash mansion, she was always caught up with some deuce. She wouldnât be lying if she said she felt a type of way around Logan after realizing how grumpy and mean he can get.
She didnât realize at the time, but when he felt the need to let some steam loose earlier today, he asked, looking for y/n. Not Jean. His mind was all on y/n.
âSuch a slut â Youâre squeezing me,â he teased as he felt himself grow close. âKeep goinâ â I know you like this,â he said as y/nâs mouth parted. The groan leaving Loganâs mouth as he watched y/n cum on his cock for the second time tonight, sent him over the edge.
The man had no words. All he could do was groan and growl loudly as he pounded into her, watching the light leave her eyes. She was definitely done for tonight.
âFuck!â He yelled, cum spilling into her throbbing cunt. Logan thrust slowly, watching their cum coat his cock. He knew after tonight, that heâd need her every night. He was going to make that happen whether her attitude matched his or not.
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save a horse (ride a cowboy!) -- joel miller x reader
pairing + fandom: joel miller x reader, the last of us (hbo)
word count: 3.9k
warnings/notes: smut and porn!!! minors DNI, 18+!!! no outbreak!au. she/her pronouns used, afab!reader (with mentions of body parts), no use of y/n. age gap (joel is at least 10 years older). drinking (both reader and joel), unprotected PIV, oral (f receiving), spanking, dirty talk, car sex. if i missed anything lmk!
a/n: recommended listening: save a horse (ride a cowboy) by big & rich. honourable mention to austin by dasha bc it's been on repeat. please take the time to leave comments/reblog if you liked it <3 thank u for reading!! divider by @cafekitsune
summary: meeting an older man at the bar and spontaneously fucking him in his truck was not on your list of things to do for your first summer back in austin, but what can you do?
You hate going dancing.
Sweaty clubs with bodies brushing up against one another, sticky with the hot summer heat, confined to the walls of a crowded bar and beer sticking to the bottom of your shoes. Not the way you plan to spend your first Saturday night back in Austin for the summer, but Maddy is so convincing, your hand clasped around yours, a pleading look in her eyes.Â
âI promise. Itâs so fun. Weâll invite Kaylee and Erin and itâll be a whole thing.â
You rolled your eyes at her, slipping your hand out from between hers. âFine. One drink, one dance.â
She squealed with excitement and clapped her hands together, stepping up from the small cafe table. âWe can pregame at mine. Wear that black top you have.â
You nod, thinking of the top in question. A corseted black thing that didnât leave much to the imagination, breasts spilling out of the stop beneath the tight stitching. You think it probably got shoved to the back of your closet somewhere.
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Joel hates going dancing.
Well, he doesnât hate dancing. He just isnât good at it, and hasnât gone since his very early twenties. And he certainly would not be interested in spending the evening with Tommy at a country bar in downtown Austin, surrounded by women who would grimace at a pair of old men taking up a table.
But Tommy is convincing, hands gesturing around him annoyingly, until Joel gives in. âFine. One drink. Then Iâm leavinâ.â
âThis city is swarming with beautiful women,â Tommy says, knocking back another sip of his hot coffee. âAnd youâre too holed up inside to meet any of âem.â
âI like my own company,â Joel starts, bringing his own coffee mug to the sink. âSome of us are happy by ourselves.â
Tommy snorts, a hand clapping onto Joelâs shoulder. âKeep tellinâ yourself that, big shot. Weâll see when thereâs a bunch of hotties in front of ya, then you can tell me that you like being alone.â
Joel gags at his use of the word âhottiesâ, and pulls his work boots on. âI can still change my mind, ya know.â
~Â
Night falls over the suburbs of Austin, taking the sunshine but leaving the humid, sweet heat in the air. Youâre surrounded by your friends at Maddyâs apartment, a light pink gloss swiping across your lips. Youâve managed to dig out the top she had mentioned earlier, tied in a tight bow at the back. Your dark jeans hit just below it, letting slivers of smooth skin show, which somehow seemed sluttier than the fact your boobs were practically falling out of the top. Your jeans outlined the plump curve of your ass, a pair of dark cowboy boots adorning your calves. The last time youâd dressed like this was a long time ago, so it felt a little foreign, but not uncomfortable.
The cab ride to the bar is eventful, with 4 girls singing along to the songs on the radio at the top of your lungs. You were already a drink or two deep, having done some brightly coloured shot at Maddyâs house, taking it without thinking. You still werenât planning on doing anything insane tonight, and bar drinks were expensive, so this was probably the best it was going to get for you.
The car pulls up to the bar and waits for you all to pour out, flashing your IDs to the bouncer, sliding inside past the thrums of people already inside. The bar was almost full, dance floor packed, drinks being poured by every bartender. Neon signs and amber lamps served as the only lighting for the establishment, already making things feel fuzzy around the edges for you.
Joel sits at a rickety wooden table in the corner of the bar with Tommy, scratching the wet label off of his beer bottle. He had fished out a plaid t-shirt from his closet, his usual jeans taught across his thighs and a pair of nicer boots than his work ones on his feet. His hair was pushed back, curls still lapping at the nape of his neck and curves of his ear. He was noticeably older than the other patrons of the bar, painfully aware of that fact, he felt rather uncomfortable. Tommy didnât seem to mind, feet tapping at the beer-washed hardwood. âStop lookinâ so mad,â he remarks, close to Joelâs ear. âYouâll scare âem all away.â
There are groups of people pouring in from outside, bachelorette parties and frat boys, making Joel feel unbelievably out of place. It was hard to lighten up when he wasnât sure exactly what he was doing here.
The doors open once more, your group of friends pushing their way through the sea of people, hand in hand. Joel notices, one girl in a cowboy hat, one in denim jean cutoffs, one with a big belt buckle that glints pink against the light.Â
Then he notices you.
His face softens as you follow behind your friends, as they push to the front of the line for a drink. Heâs got 10 years on you, easy, but that doesnât stop his cock twitching against the zipper of his suddenly too-tight jeans.
Soft curves, a top that fits you just right, and jeans that accentuate the dips and lines of your body. Youâve got warm energy, a bright smile adorning your glossed lips.Â
You barely even notice him, until you turn around and make eye contact, your shining eyes meeting his. Heâs too handsome for his own good, biceps and shoulders pressed tight against the sleeves of his shirt. Heâs got his thighs spread across the chair heâs sitting in, towards you, almost like he wants you to come and just sit right on his lap.
You offer a small smile across the dim bar, taking your drink and following your friends to the last open table theyâd spotted. A high top, back to the stranger now, giving him the opportunity to see your shape. He swears youâre sticking your ass out on purpose, so he can see the soft skin where your jeans meet the bottom of your top.Â
âJoel,â Tommyâs voice cuts through the bustle of the bar. âIf youâre gonna be so fuckinâ miserable, we can go. Thereâs another place-â
Joel stops him, teetering his beer towards his brother. âThis is fine. We can stay for another round.â
~Â
You pull yourself away from the group after finishing your round of sugary drinks and shots, your head beginning to buzz. âIâll get the next ones,â you giggle, pushing yourself out of your seat and steadying yourself on the ground. âGreen tea shots?â The girls hoot and holler back to you, as you turn on your heels towards the crowded bar.Â
Joel gets up, almost looking panicked, when he sees that youâre leaving your group. He downs the rest of his beer and tips his head towards Tommy, as if to ask, âanother?â. Tommy nods and sits back in his chair, continuing to observe. Joel makes a beeline, able to slide right beside you in line.
You can smell the cologne and laundry detergent on his clothes while he stands behind you, shuffling on his feet. You can almost feel his nerves, radiating off of his large form.Â
He can smell your perfume and shampoo, itâs intoxicating.Â
Joel is served first, the bartender leaning forward to listen to his request. âTwo Buds, and uh,â you feel a soft hand on your shoulder. If you couldnât see that it was him, someone would have a black eye.
âWhat are you drinkinâ, darlinâ?â
His voice is sweet like honey as he dips down to be so unbelievably close to your ear, his hand now on the side of your arm. Heat spreads up your neck at his proximity.Â
âOh, Iâm getting like 4 shots, you donât have to-â
âWhat kinda shots?â
âUh, green tea. Green tea shots.â
âAnd four green tea shots.â
The bartender nods as Joel slides his cash across the bar, turning, and looking down at you slightly. You feel impossibly small in that moment.
âYou really did not have to do that, thank you.â Youâre on your tip toes, a hand pressed against his chest now, lips as close to his ear as you can get.Â
He shivers. He canât remember the last time someone was this close to him in this way.Â
âNo problem,â he waves it off, taking the two beers by the neck of the bottle and moving over slightly for you to grab the shots.Â
Your ass brushes across the front of his jeans, and he knows itâs intentional.
âThanks again for the drinks,â and youâve disappeared back into the crowd in a second.
Oh. Nevermind.
He canât help but feel a little dejected, slinking back to his seat with Tommy and passing him his beer. âStruck out, huh?â
âShut up.â
Joel watches your table still, annoyed, but not entirely surprised. Pretty stupid of him to think youâd want to fraternize with a man such as himself, so much older than you. Maybe heâd come off too strong?
His head is all but hanging in his hands when he watches you get up again, your friends coming along with you. He averts his eyes in embarrassment, not noticing that youâre making your way over to his table.
Tommy notices.
âLadies!â He draws out, hands thrown up in the air. Joel looks up then, locking in eyes with you immediately.
âDidnât think Iâd leave you hanging, did ya cowboy?â A smile tugs at his lips as you extend a hand to him. âAfter you were so nice?â
He laughs a little, your other friend taking a hold of Tommy and pulling him towards the crowded dance floor. Heâs very easily persuaded.
âCome dance with me!â
âOh, Iâm not a dancer,â he laughs, warm and honeyed. It makes heat pool in your core.
âNeither am I. Come anyways.â
All he can do is obey, taking your hand and letting you lead him away from the table.Â
~
The music pulses under your feet as you end up in a tight line, shoulder to shoulder. He canât stop looking at you, leaning down to speak into your ear.Â
âI wasnât kiddinâ when I said I didnât know how to dance,â he explains, and his breath is hot against the curve of your ear.
âDonât worry, youâll get it when we start goinâ. Just follow me.â
And I saddle up my horse
And I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Cause the girls
They are so pretty
Joelâs eyes are parked on your body as you start to move along to the steps of the line dance, feet tapping against the hard wood of the floor beneath you. Your hands are up by your face, clapping along to the beat. He tries to follow along, at least stepping in the right direction, clapping at the right time, but itâs no use.
Your body is insatiable - hips rolling to the pounding music. The curves and lines of your ass, paired with the soft tissue of your breasts nearly busting out of the top you chose to wear. Your skin is supple, shining against the dance floor lights that are favouring him right now as he lets a red blush engulf the skin of his cheeks and neck.Â
He wonders what it looks like underneath, peeled off and bunched up around your ankles, or thrown on the floor of his bedroom. He thinks of fingering the ties of your shirt, loosening them and pushing it off, his hand across the front of your throat as he makes you look at yourself. How pretty you are. Goosebumps spread across the exposed skin of his arm.
You grab his hand suddenly, and heâs taken out of his daydream. Your eyes are fiery as you let yourself get even closer to him, feeling bold enough to put his hand across the small of your back.
âFollow me,â you command, as he looks down at the footwork youâre doing along to the song.
Riding up and down Broadway
On my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy!
He attempts to follow it again, egged on by the feeling of your hot skin against his thumb. He could honestly maybe cum just from this touch alone if he really tried.
Itâs not actually as hard as he thought, if he concentrates. A few steps, repeated over and over again, until it comes naturally. You notice how easily he picks it up, smiling up at him, beaming up while heâs lost in thought.Â
The song picks up, and the whole floor is enthralled by the dance. You see Joelâs smile light up the room, and he hasnât dared to move his hand from your back. You donât mind.
When your body turns toward his, he halts before almost running into you, still following the steps along to the song.
âDo you wanna get out of here?â
Your words take him by surprise, but they are not unwelcome.Â
âYes.â His hand envelops yours as he takes a look at Tommy, seeing that heâs still in the throws of the song with your friends.
Your hand leads him off the dance floor and towards the club bathroom, but he stops you, lips close to your ear again. âMy truck is parked out back, if we want, a little more, um,â he clears his throat, âprivacy.â
âShow me the way,â you smile, letting him pull you out the doors and into the darkness of the parking lot.Â
He fishes for his keys nervously when you get to the side of his truck, an older model with blue paint. He canât remember the last time he did anything like this, if he ever has, and itâs getting to his head.
âLetâs get in the back seat,â you say, taking him out of his trance. âWanna feel you.â
He lets you in first, pushing across the bench seating as he slides in beside you. Thereâs a moment of awkwardness, before your hand reaches out to touch his denim-clad thigh. His breath hitches.
âRelax,â your smile is intoxicating to him, and heâs drinking you in. âWeâre just here to have a little fun.â
He lets himself lurch forward, your lips pressed against his fervently. Theyâre rough and chapped, but cold from the beer heâd been nursing earlier, offering you some reprieve.Â
Your hand snakes up his chest to the side of his throat, pulling him in to come closer and delve deeper. His tongue comes out to lick across your teeth and press against the soft wetness of your tongue, as his hand comes up to palm your breasts over your top, grabbing at any flesh he can get his fingers on.Â
He quickly and deftly finds the bow Maddy had tied on the back, pulling it loose and letting the fabric relax so you he could pull it off of your form.
His hands began to explore the soft skin of your breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth as you arch into him and let a strained moan come from your lips.
âFuck,â is all you can think to say, because his large hands are spread across your back, forcing you closer, and into him. Soft moans escape your lips as you let him take what he needs from you.
âOff,â he commands suddenly, hooking his fingers into the belt loops of your jeans and yanking them down, after you pop the button and undo the zipper. Your boots have come off at some point in the tussle, and now youâre naked in the back seat of a strangerâs car with not much to say for yourself.
You push his flannel down his shoulders as his weight hovers over you, revealing how strong he really is. Rippling biceps beneath his tight shirt, strong chest, kind eyes.Â
Youâre lying beneath him, when his hands come up under your thighs to push them apart and expose your pussy to him. He kneels between your soft thighs, thankful for the dark night sky around him, as he delves into your heat with his warm tongue.
You see stars when he makes first contact, a broad stripe of his tongue sending you into space. Heâs hungry for it, immediately suckling onto your clit and wrapping his lips around it, strong hands still pushing your thighs apart. Heâs taking his time to taste you, wild and intricate, feeling the bulge in his jeans strain against the zipper.
âOh, fuck,â you manage to get out, in between breathless moans. Your hand came down to tangle in his hair, feeling the soft locks between your fingers, enjoying the way heâs making your hips roll onto his face. You canât help but rut against him, soaking his wet mouth with your slick, using him to get yourself off.
Heâs moaning into your pussy, working his own now-free cock in one of his hands, while the other delves two fingers into your core. Your breath catches in your throat when he fills you, stretching you open and wide for him, hitting the perfect spot to make your stomach start to spasm as you threatened to unravel beneath him.
âFuck, so good, so so good,â you laugh breathlessly, the ecstasy beginning to take over as he continued to work your pussy, and you felt the familiar white-hot feeling along the back of your thighs.
âIâm gonna, â oh my god,â you couldnât even finish your sentence before he was tonguing at you harder, eyes flickering up to watch you. âIâm gonna fucking come.â
âGood girl,â he growls into you, only offering you momentary reprieve from his tongue before using the rest of his energy to help you ride out your orgasm on his face. Your hips bucked and spasmed against him, the windows fogging up with your hot breath as you fucked yourself on his fingers. He let you pull on his hair as moans tumbled from your lips, breathless and spent.
When you managed to come down, he took his fingers from inside you and pumped his cock a few times, now bobbing in between the two of you as he slid himself up your body to kiss up your chest and capture your soft lips into a kiss.
âSit back,â you whispered, pushing on his chest to bring him back sitting upright. His jeans were pooled around his ankles now, and you had pulled his t-shirt over his head to meet the other clothes on the floor of the truck. You positioned yourself across his lap, pumping his cock a few times and feeling the girth around your fingers.
He looked blissed out, head against the headrest, savouring the feeling of your pretty hand around him. If he looked down between your two bodies he might come right then, at the sight.Â
âYou did so much work, baby,â you coo, sitting down on his thick cock and bottoming out immediately, just to watch his lips fall open and eyes flutter close at how tight you are. âMade me cum so easy.â
Your lips latch onto his neck as you kiss and lap at the rough skin, letting your hips rock back and forth, slowly at first. Getting used to his length inside of you wouldâve been tough if he hadnât opened you up so easily beforehand.Â
âMove,â his hands come to your waist, lightly forcing you to grind down on his lap. His cock was hitting inside of you so perfectly as you swallowed him into your body, looking down as his head lulled back against the seat. âSo fuckinâ pretty,â he started, letting you set the pace of your hips, hand coming up to paw at your breast once more.
âYou like this cock, donât you?â You nod, letting your hand come to the seat behind his head and steadying yourself before beginning to bounce in his lap. âYeah, fuck, yeah I do.â
Heâs in his element now, any and all shyness from the newness of the situation melting away as he pounded into you mercilessly. The truck was no doubt shaking back and forth a little, a steadying hand print the only window to the outside world. Joel didnât even care if people could see, theyâd just be jealous.
âIâm gonna, fuck-,â he starts, eyes cloudy at the edges, vision fuzzy as he looked up at you. You were fucked out, cock-drunk on him, watching as he was coming undone underneath you as you squeezed around him. âOh yeah?â You tease, not letting up on the rhythm of your hips, his hand coming down to your ass in a firm slap.
You moaned then, arching your back into him and sitting back. âWhere do you want me?â
Heâs desperate to cum now. Even the thought of your pretty face beneath him, taking his hot ropes on your soft pink lips is making him jerk forward into you with need.
He pushes you off, and you wince from the loss of contact. Heâs fisting his cock above you right away, pink tip ready to explode any second at the sight of you, tits pressed together. Your mouth is open, and he sticks his fingers in between your lips as you moan around them, tasting yourself.
âCum all over me,â you start, pinching your nipples with your free hand. âFuck, I want it.â
Itâs enough for his knees to buckle and hot cum to shoot all over your stomach and tits, painting you white with his seed. His eyes squeeze shut as you watch him ride his orgasm out, balls emptying onto you as he slows down and regains consciousness, taking a second to drink you in when he can open his eyes again.Â
Your breath is heaving as you take a finger to swipe some of his cum onto your finger, dipping the digit into your mouth. His brows furrow together as he pulls you up to kiss your lips, devouring you, hands coming up to each side of your face as if to thank you for such a good time.
âBeen a while since I did anything like that,â he laughs, and you follow shyly. âYou got like, a napkin?â You giggle, as he grabs something in the front seat for you to clean up with. âThanks. That was fun.â
He nods in agreement, catching his breath before pulling his t-shirt over his head. âI suppose we should go back in there,â he checks his appearance in the rearview mirror, all blushed and fucked out.Â
You put your top back on over your body, turning towards him. âCan you lace me back up, please?â
His hands begin to work at you, tightening a bow at the bottom much like it had been done before.
A thought crossed your mind that made a giggle escape your lips. âWhat?â Joel asked, amused, pulling his jeans back on over his hips.Â
âI donât think I ever got your name.â
He laughs too, thinking of the events that had transpired given neither of you knew such a basic piece of information.Â
âI guess we can stick with cowboy.â
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