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Entry 12: The One Where We Start Laying the Yellow Brick Road to Italy
I realized the other day that, even though I like to bounce around from place to place in the Lukola timeline, I probably needed to start tightening things up on the ship if I ever wanted to get to the end of the story. And, yes, dammit, this story better have a finale at some point because thereâs nothing more annoying than an open-ended ending, particularly in the romance genre.
Today weâre going to take a quick jaunt over to Italy because â
NO! Not because Luke is allegedly filming there. If youâre into real-time stalking, youâre in the wrong blog. But, Iâm sure thereâs a Discord for that.
Itâs because Iâve had several people ask for my opinion about the change in behavior between Luke and Nicola during their Day 1 interviews there. Wait â people are interested in my thoughts? Wow, thatâs actually kind of nice. Thank you! Okay, back to what I was saying â
Was there a change in behavior when Luke and Nicola reached Italy? Yeah, actually, there kind of was.
By May 9, we had been gifted with a slew of material from Luke, Nicola, and the Bridgerton cast and, I must admit, those early interviews are some of the most entertaining of the tour. In the very beginning, Nicola appeared as the utmost professional â charming, intelligent, and witty at the right moments â and Luke played her likeable counterpart to âBook Colinâ perfection â bouncing between being awkwardly boyish and wickedly roguish, all while looking at Nicola like she had just served him homemade peanut butter crumble.
The two of them together, playing off each other, in my opinion, was better than Bridgerton Season 3 (you cannot beat the World Tour being 99% Luke and Nicola, with only a few random side characters taking up screentime). There was some major âElectric Loveâ radiating from those two throughout the tour, but it seemed very much heightened in the beginning (probably because they hadnât yet answered the same question 67 times). By the way, if you havenât heard that song by Børns, go have a listen. It will, at the very least â hopefully â put you in an upbeat mood for the day.
Now, where was I? Oh, yes â was there a change in behavior between Luke and Nicola when they reached Italy?
Absolutely.
Do I know why?
Absolutely not.
Perhaps Luke was bent because someone spilled his coffee, or Nicola was upset because her stylist made her to wear that little silver bow in her hair. In my opinion, the most intriguing part of Day 1 of the Italy press junket was that Luke and Nicola struggled with answering the question, âWhat is love?â I swear they both babbled on like two kids in debate class who hadnât bothered to read the material given to them before taking their respective podiums. They finally seemed to settle on Lukeâs âMaybe itâs, like, connection.â Well, they seemed to be missing the âconnectionâ that day.
Honestly, no one can explain their âdonât stand so close to meâ vibe during those first day interviews except Luke and Nicola. But, we can at least have some fun and speculate about it with a birdâs eye view. At this point, you should know that I love spreading the puzzle pieces out and seeing how they might all connect. Most people â when putting a puzzle together â start with the side pieces, right? Youâll get my joke in a moment (I hope).
In March 2024 â I donât know the specific date because my timeline is rather murky going back that far (I was unaware Lukola even existed!) â Luke traveled to Los Angeles for a photo spread with InStyle magazine. Iâve heard two versions of this story. The first being that Luke traveled to Los Angeles with Antonia alone; the second being that he traveled to Los Angeles with his friend group, which included Antonia. I couldnât tell you which is true, and it really doesnât matter because it doesnât necessarily add or take away from todayâs story.
Before I get started, I wanted to give a âhurrahâ to The-One-Whose-Group-Chat-Fills-in-Lots-of-Missing-Bits-for-Me-Including-the-Part-Where-Video-Footage-of-Antonia-in-Los-Angeles-Seemed-to-Indicate-a-Celebrity-Was-Not-the-Videographer-and-There-Were-So-Many-British-Accents-in-the-Background-One-Would-Fancy-a-Guess-She-was-Traveling-with-a-Group.
Moving alongâŚ
On April 7, 2024, Antonia posted a series of photographs and clips to her Instagram grid indicating she had been in Los Angeles, including one where she was laying on a blanket in front of the Griffith Observatory and one where she was sitting at a table marked with the number â95.â On April 14, she posted a second set of photographs, tagging her location as Beverly Hills, California and using âEnd of Beginningâ as her audio (yes, I side-eyed this choice of music so donât feel bad if you did as well). The second photo dump included her lounging on a rooftop.
Iâm not going to delve into posts made by Luke and Nicola during that timeframe. I mean, Iâm sure Nicolaâs comment, ââFriendsââŚsure Jan,â on Lukeâs April 11 reshared post about Bridgerton Season 3 was only meant to be applicable to Polin. And, if Luke wanted to use yellow and black hearts to represent the colors Nicola and he were wearing in his April 12 post, thatâs cool, too. And, I am definitely not going to speculate on Nicolaâs April 15 post (for Big Mood) that Luke liked, and she captioned, âI will bite off anything that dangles.â
By April 21, Luke and Nicola were in Australia at the World Premiere of Bridgerton. I am only going to provide a quick overview of Australia instead of a full-fledged recital because, at some point, I will almost certainly dedicate an entry to this country. Letâs start with Luke pulling off the hottest walk-up in Netflix human history (I mean, have you watched it in slow motion?). Then, we had the hard launch of the handholding business (because why again?). And, we had Luke tripping over his words, âWeâre very, like, givingâŚIâm not talking about those scenesâŚâ Oh, and Nicola telling an interviewer that, â[y]ou canât keep a good girl down,â and, in response, Lukeâs lips curling into a wicked-ass Cheshire cat's. We had them in the garden, with Nicola bending down to hug Luke after she had scratched/hit/petted his head. Perhaps I should not mention the possibility of a manâs shirt being visible on a bed behind Nicola (I said possibility not that it was). And, Nicola telling Luke, âYouâre the funnier one,â when he was concerned that perhaps Benedict was funnier than Colin. Then we had the âNicola-in-the-green-dressâ day where, as they were going down the steps, Luke seemed to instinctively reach for Nicolaâs hand, but she played it cool and took his arm instead. Oh, and that entire âgreen dressâ day in general (I mean, there was so much shit going on that day). And, best we do not forget Nicola saying, âthe best foundation for love is friendship,â which mirrored the bracelet âsomeoneâŚin Australiaâ gave Luke that read, âDo you believe the best foundation for love is friendship?â Because thatâs not suspicious at all. Alright, letâs get the fuck out of Australia â but not before I mention Nicola commenting on Lukeâs April 27 Instagram post with âReady for the next?â and Luke replying, âAbsolutely.â Yeah, yeah, yeah, their shenanigans in Australia expanded the USS Lukola tenfold.
Oh, also, let me throw this in here because, if you are a âring truther,â this fact plays a significant role in the Lukola timeline. If you do not know what a âring trutherâ is, thatâs perfectly fine. You can catch up by reading Entry 6 (The One Where I Explained the Claddagh Ring to My Dad) of my blog. I mentioned in Entry 6 that some Lukola sleuths have stated the metadata they pulled from the sketches of the Claddagh ring uploaded by Chupi indicate they were done as early as April 26. In other words, it means the Claddagh was likely commissioned between Australia and Italy. In fact, if we are to believe Chupi when it said it took four weeks to make the ring, then it had to have been commissioned by May 9, 2024, at the latest. Oh, lookie there, thatâs Day 1 of the Italy interviews.
But, before we get to May 9, letâs pause on April 29. That was the day Lukeâs InStyle spread was published â yes, the one I mentioned earlier. Luke has pictures from this photoshoot still on his Instagram grid â in fact, Nicola commented, âYess dude!!â on them â but those arenât the pictures I want to talk about. No, I want to talk about the pictures InStyle posted on its Instagram grid that day. These photographs came directly from Luke, which was confirmed by the InStyle article when it said, ââŚthe actor delighted the InStyle team by delivering the polaroid photos heâd taken for this story tucked oh-so-carefully in a little brown bag for safekeeping.â The pictures Luke provided, among others, included one where he was laying on a blanket in front of the Griffith Observatory in Los Angeles; one where he was sitting at a table marked with the number â95;â and one where he is sitting in a lounge chair on a rooftop. If you want to see the pictures, InStyle still has them available â you just need to go through hundreds of posts to find them. Luke did not like this InStyle post, which was kind of odd because he was tagged in it, and they were reportedly his pictures.
Why did these InStyle polaroids seem so familiar?
Oh, thatâs right, because they were.
Remember that April 7 post of Antoniaâs I mentioned a bit ago? Yeah, the one where Antonia posted a bunch of random pictures from Los Angeles and â only after InStyle posted Lukeâs polaroids â fans realized Antonia had preemptively posted her version of some of Lukeâs polaroids.
I am not going to speculate too much about these pictures or their implications in this blog post, but these pictures may resurface in future posts because I find myself side-eyeing the fact they even exist. And, we should probably accept that Luke was aware of them before his pictures came out on April 29 because he threw a like on Antoniaâs April 7 post. Could it have been a âblindâ like? Sure, I guess, but the logical side of my brain says he probably looked through them at the time she posted. Letâs not worry too much about it right now, though.
After trying to write out my âgeneralâ opinion about the pictures several times, I finally decided that the best way I could articulate my thoughts was through the conversation I had with my father. Yes, Dear Dad returns again for another insightful Q&A.
I started by showing Luke and Antoniaâs three âmatchyâ pictures to my dad and then asked him to compare them. To be clear, the pictures were their respective Griffith Observatory, Table 95, and Rooftop Lounging pictures.
Me: âSo what do you think?â
Dad: âAbout what?â
Me: âUgh! Why did Antonia take those pictures?â
Dad: âWell, to show sheâs part of the âinâ crowd. The only reason I can see them being taken is if she was going to put them on the Internet.â
Me: âUhh, as a matter of fact, she did put them on the Internet! Approximately three weeks before Lukeâs were published.â
Dad: âSee! Iâm not as dumb as you think.â
Me: âWhatever. So, you really believe that? She took them to show people that she was, like, there?â
Dad: âYeah. Why else would she take them? Theyâre not the kind of photos youâd take normally. Whatâs she going to do, put them in an album and show her friends in five years and say, âLook, I sat in Lukeâs chair?â Who does that? Nobody. Plus, Lukeâs pictures look like they were taken with a polaroid camera and Antonia took hers with, I guess, a phone. Why use two different cameras? Again, it doesnât make sense. Seems to me like she knew what pictures he was taking, and she was trying to copy them so she could put them on the Internet.â
Thanks, Dad.
You do not have to accept my fatherâs thoughts on the photographs. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. However, I think we can meet in the middle and opine that, at a minimum, Antoniaâs pictures caused the weak Lukolas to jump overboard; at most, they gave some people stalker vibes; and somewhere in between, they introduced Antonia's negative influence over the fandom and what some may consider trolling behavior (even if it wasnât recognized then).
Now, before we land in Italy on May 9, letâs summarize what has happened during the preceding two months.
First, we had Luke traveling to Los Angeles in March with Antonia, either alone or as part of a friend group. Luke had pictures of himself taken while there.
Second, we had Antonia posting pictures in early April that would be linked directly to Lukeâs pictures by the end of the month.
Third, throughout the month of April, we had Luke and Nicola traveling together for the World Tour. We have all seen these interviews, and we have all formed independent opinions about them.
Fourth, based on Chupiâs own words, we know the Claddagh ring must have been commissioned no later than May 9.
Okay, now weâve reached May 9, Day 1 of the Italy press junket.
Besides the press interviews, what happened on that day?
Well, Antonia reposted Luke singing Coldplayâs âYellowâ to her TikTok account.
Uhh⌠Huh. Interesting.
I mean, itâs possible that this was just a coincidence and she just liked Lukeâs version of it. Or, itâs possible Antonia knew that âYellowâ was the Polin wedding song and she anticipated trolling Nicola and/or the fandom with it. But, if we believe she knew âYellowâ was the Polin wedding song, that means either Luke told her, or someone with that knowledge told her (i.e., someone from Lukeâs team or family/friend group). We also know that Luke mentioned this song in the May 16, 2022 Netflix Tudum article when Nicola and he were asked about their song choices for Season 3. Luke stated his frontrunner was âYellowâ by Coldplay âbecause of Penelopeâs dresses.â Regardless of why Antonia posted the song, I find it hard to imagine Netflix, Bridgerton, Shondaland, Nicola, or Luke were too impressed by Antonia resharing it on TikTok. I mean, at this point, Netflix & Co. would surely have been aware that Antoniaâs âcopycat postâ went over with the fandom like a wet blanket in December in Canada. I imagine some questions were being asked and Luke may very well have received a hand slap from Corporate â and maybe even from Nicola.
But, thatâs not the only thing that happened on May 9.
Luke posted his Homme magazine spread to his Instagram grid on that day, too. He captioned the post, âChatting through all things S3 with @hommeplusmag [o]ut next week x.â Nicola commented, âYessss,â and Luke tagged his post with the location of Hackney, London. That last part â about Luke tagging the location in Hackney â apparently sent the fandom into a deep-dive ofâŚNicolaâs backyard. Why? Because Nicola lives in Hackney (Nicola herself confirmed she lived in Hackney in a March 18, 2024 interview with Derry Now), and rumors started to circulate that Lukeâs pictures were taken at her home.
Hmm, I didnât realize May 9 was such a busy day, did you?
So, which came first â the chicken or the egg? Did Antonia repost âYellowâ to her TikTok before Luke posted his Homme in Hackney images to Instagram, or vice versa? Iâm sure someone out there has this information. The answer might help shine some light as to why Luke and Nicola seemed âoffâ in the early part of their Day 1 Italy interviews. But, then again, does the order really matter? Regardless of who posted first, it would seem to me that âYellowâ was a very possible culprit for the different energy on set that day.
That, or Luke really was peeved over someone spilling his coffee.
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Any excuse to run across Jaehyun reminds you why youâre such a good liar. Both in life and in business, itâs a good skill to have in order to hold a lot of things together. Jaehyun isn't one to conceal much of anything, though. Maybe thatâs why you both canât stand each other sixty percent of the time, your rigidness the perfect clash with his care-free nature. The guy holds a title you worked for forever while he seemed to earn it with the flick of his wrist.Â
Your families didnât share fuzzy feelings either. Your parents and his on paper seemed to be a match made in heaven, your hotel monopoly the counterpart to a chain of popular restaurants in the city. But it was anything but, unfortunately. The lack of similar business interests and practices as well as their disproportionate dispositions made it a pain to get together every time there was a dinner party or business convention with both of your companies on the ticket.
Like tonight, the expo for the new release of stocks for many companies is another standoff between your respective parties. You have to hold yourself back from sharing any words of encouragement or conversation that paints Jaehyun and his company in a good light without being rude. In truth, you could care less about the hotels right now, flitting your gaze to the ballroom doors to see the one person who drives you insane.
You refuse to admit the red dress youâre wearing is meant to show off your neckline just for him. You did not put on an extra spritz of perfume that he likes to make his head spin. You donât wish the executives youâre talking with right now would walk away so you could find the man himself.
Of course he saunters in the room when he lingers on your mind, walking past the many gray suits without much care for his late entrance. His three-piece suit exaggerates the lines of his body in a way that irritates you and turns you on in the same breath. He shakes the hands of the stakeholders with a shit-eating grin and glides near you with a hand on the small of your back, determined to shake your resolve without saying a word.
Itâs his nature to get under your skin with something as simple as the light graze of his fingertips. He loves to see you flustered until youâre begging and pleading, the actions completely against your normal character. Youâll never bow down to any man or woman in the world to get what you want, but for Jaehyun, he seems to be the only exception to the rule.
Of course, youâll never admit that, playing it off as simple carnal desire and nothing more. You deny the heat pressing into your body the longer his hand lingers on the back of your dress, his thumb and forefinger playing with the zipper.
He says your name as he toys with your emotions further, the rest of the company around you going back to their casual conversations about trips abroad and business deals. âWe need to discuss the merger. We can excuse ourselves for fifteen minutes, donât you think?â
Sanctimonious prick.
He can barely hold himself together by the time you make it off the elevator together and walk in the direction of the room. He strings you up against the hallway wall, his hand immediately hiking up your skirt and his lips clinging to your neck.
âYou love this. You love messing with my head,â he grunts, taking your underwear in his fingers and dragging them down your legs. He could give a shit less if anyone were to leave their room to find the scene playing out in front of them. In his mind, three days has been torture. Any more and he wouldâve exploded.
He has to make it known how much pain he has been in, and he has every intention of returning his torment with the same vigor.
âHyunie,â you whisper, the words about to leave your mouth as hollow as his preservation for your dignity. âNot here.â
âYou donât care,â he responds. The pad of his thumb easily finds your clit under your dress, rubbing circles into the center of your legs without stumbling on his words. âEveryone downstairs could see me fucking you and all that would matter to you is if you got off. And you know it.â
You moan into his mouth when he licks the roof of yours with his tongue. His fingers still dance in the pool at your center, your underwear clenched in his other hand pressed against the wall.
âPlease fuck me, Jaehyun,â you beg, tugging on his pants as he continues with his thumb and forefinger bordering the walls of your cunt. The strain of his cock in the fabric is obvious, the outline of it making your mouth water.
He smirks, holding his bottom lip between his teeth. âNot before I feel that beautiful mouth on me, baby.â
By the time Jaehyun slides the keycard against the door mechanism and lets you both inside, you have him pressed to the other side of the door in record time. It takes only another second for the underside of your tongue to meet the tip of his cock. He barely had time to pull his pants down before you were taking him in your mouth, but he loves to see you like this, lust-drunk and impatient.
Just because youâre a good liar doesnât mean youâre good at practicing delayed gratification.
Sure, you may not like him a good portion of the time. But now, with his hand violently wrapped in your hair, ruining the curls you spent an hour working on so he can fuck your face, you think you may die if you donât feel him inside of you soon.
You gag around him when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. Tears pool in your eyes, but the sound of his moans and the way he slides between your lips is indescribable.
âFuck, this mouth was made for me, you know that?â He groans, lovingly holding your cheek with the palm that isnât wrapped in your hair. âMy perfect little whore.â
You hum and continue letting him abuse your throat. His body trembles at the endorphins rushing through it, and he hasnât even come yet.
Jaehyun pulls his cock out of your mouth abruptly, making you whine in confusion. He pulls you up by the hands, a knowing smile plastered across his face. Your knees burn from the friction against the carpet, but the force of his kiss makes you forget any feeling that isnât pleasurable. The rest doesnât seem to matter much at the moment; only him and his effects on your being take precedence in your mind.
âYâknow I love coming in your mouth, but I want your pussy more.â He takes you to the bed and motions for you to get on all fours once your dress and high heels are discarded in a corner of the room.
He lands a hard smack against your ass, rubbing the skin as you whimper into the pillows underneath you. âYouâre such a bad girl. Acting like you donât want me, yet youâre hungry to have my cock filling you up every time you see me.â He takes his other hand to press his fingers inside of you. âMy little brat, too proud to admit she loves being my little fucktoy, huh?â
You shake your head and stuff your face further into the pillow. You arch your back only for Jaehyun to spank you a second, third, and fourth time. He doesnât take his fingers out of your heat even as he hits you, but each bout of contact with your ass and his palm is harder than the last.
âDonât lie to me, baby. You know I hate it when you do that.â A fifth smack meets your ass, and you almost press your whole body flat onto the bed, the pain and pleasure too much to absorb at once.
âI love it, Jaehyun, I do. I love being yours,â you gasp, legs shaking. Your body stretches the coil inside of you tighter, unsure when will be the exact moment you fall apart.
Jaehyun doesnât make you wonder for too long. âProve it. Come on my fingers, baby. Let go.â
He presses a kiss to your reddened skin as you come undone, the orgasm ripping through your energy without mercy. Your legs are limp and unable to hold you up any longer when you come back to reality.
That doesnât mean the devilish man whoâs caused you so much satisfaction is done.
âOn your back, baby. Itâll make it easier.â
He hooks one leg across his waist, holding it tenderly as he slips inside of you. He groans at the feeling of finally entering you, your walls still drenched from your previous arousal. He doesnât push you further than necessary though, his pace languid but purposeful.
âYou look so beautiful like this,â he moans, his sounds reverberating through the room. Your body is completely at his will, the aftershocks of your orgasm leaving you spent to an unfathomable degree. All thatâs left for you to give are weak whimpers of ecstasy. âSo fucked out because of me,â he continues, suddenly picking up the pace.
âAre you gonna make me come again, Hyunie?â You ask, eyes half-lidded. Your body is on a slow crawl to a second release. But if Jaehyun has anything to say about it, heâll make you orgasm before he does, like usual.
He may be full of himself, but heâs a giver.
He runs his thumb into your slick again, drawing swirls into your clit. You cry out at the feeling, him penetrating the deepest parts of you while touching the motherboard to your nerves so effortlessly. Why did he know how to get under your skin and also burn it alive?
With all of your strength, you lift your hips up to meet Jaehyunâs. He grunts as your skin meets his, his thrusts more powerful with your added effort.
âIâm gonna come, baby,â Jaehyun warns, slamming harder into you as his release comes closer to fruition.
âMe too, Hyunie,â you respond to him, the words becoming lilts of air as he pounds into you mercilessly. This orgasm is different from the first one, your body in silent surrender as the pleasure overtakes you. The only physical response you have is your slackened jaw.
âFucking shit,â Jaehyun curses, your cunt tightening around him beautifully from your release. It pushes him into his own, his seed filling you with mind-blowing warmth.
Some of it spills out of you when you separate, but he plunges it back in with his fingers slowly. He kisses your stomach as you buck up from the sensitivity. âEasy, baby. Donât want any of it going to waste, do we?â
Like clockwork, your satiated thoughts from pleasure become ones of humor at his ridiculous ways of claiming you for his own.
Your legs are intertwined with Jaehyunâs on the bed, the fuzzy robe you stole from the bathroom covering your body. Jaehyun is sitting up against the headboard, wearing nothing but his briefs. He says nothing but stares intently as he strokes your thigh, your focus on stuffing your face with ice-cream.
Jaehyun went downstairs shortly after he crawled off of you, even apologizing personally for you and giving an excuse of not feeling well enough to stay at the conference. Normally, you would be fine going back downstairs without a second thought. Tonight, however, seems to be different in a way you canât pin down. Something inside of your heart has shifted, more than you thought possible.
It doesnât help that he came back upstairs with your favorite desserts. He walked in with a bashful grin, candy and ice-cream littered across the metal tray. âExtra cherries for your sundae, right?â
Now, looking at him, the weight of all the lies you told yourself before seems unnecessary to carry any longer. Would it be so bad to admit he was annoying but also endearing?
You turn from your vanilla ice cream to look at him for the first time in forever. His mouth opens for a spoonful of your dessert, his eyes lit with glee at the prospect of you sharing with him. And you do, your heart too swollen with affection to say no.
This may be uncharted territory, but maybe itâll be easier if youâre honest. And the truth is simple: the bane of your existence may very well be your perfect match.
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Chapter 41. Sarahbros we are SO back
My girl DID IT. And I feel vindicated. I'd fully internalised the hopelessness of the situation, but also fully found myself in the place of Sarah- really, REALLY wanting for her to pull through, force the breaking point, and achieve that fantasy of making Rose feel guiltridden as all hell while the indomitable brattiness of Homo Sapience reigns triumphant. I was not expecting that fantasy to be fulfilled yet, but it was! And I'm ngl, good on it. The last few chapters have been ROUGH. I think I can say that we really did need that balance right now, even if it was always going to be wrestled together eventually.
Feeling like me and Ms Floss should get A*s in media literacy. In retrospect, I was reacting exactly how she wants us to, and was given immense satisfaction thanks to it. Like Sarah, pushed to the emotional brink, and been brought out of it. Unlike Sarah, the ploy I was put through worked. One hell of a game of chicken. After the last reblog I saw a comment she posted that made me think that there was more of a chance for Sarah to pull through, though I was still pleasantly surprised. When/if Ms Floss reads this, all I've got to say is, keep playing the game! Don't lose faith in what you're writing, and definitely don't feel the need to drop in promises of what's to come if you don't want to. I can now say from experience that reading this the hard way is very rewarding! I wanted what I wanted badly, and where it matters, I got it- more than I thought I would!
Anyway, yeah, let me bask. Get FUCKED Rose, let that guilt EAT you babe. Finding taming your sophont harder than you thought? Can't have your Sarah and eat her too? Understanding that her oh-so stubborn wants can't just be brute forced away when you lose patience? Maybe, just maybe, realising that there needs to be some genuine respect if you want your middle ground of loving her on your alien terms?
Yeahhhhhh, ferment a little in THAT, why don't you.
Part of me's a little sad that there probably won't be any more punishments, at least for a while if Rose isn't an absolute idiot (maybe something soft if she's soooo desperate to keep up the illusion that she hasn't really fucked up lmao). The author's been promising things get "better", I wondering how much "better" is defined by the wants of people who've been mad at Rose's discipline. Well, first off, last time that I was sad in expectation of my desires not being fulfilled, I was very much surprised. No reason to see that that can't also be the case on the other side of the scale. And secondly- well, you already know. Even if the plans for this are to make it a lot softer and comfy, I have faith that whatever it is, it'll be true to itself and great. Why would I doubt it? I hope the author doesn't!
One things for sure, the angst won't be going away for a whileeeee. I mean, damn. Sarahbros, we're back, but at what cost.
"Every Sophont is a Seed" is a really good HDG fic. Sarah rages like a force of nature, her resistance to the Affini is incredibly strong-willed and really feels like a proper fight (despite, you know, the inevitable). There's good reason for it too- to be THAT much of a fighter, you can't just be intelligent and stubborn, but genuinely, well, mentally unwell and destructive. The arc is going to be a long and richly deserved one.
Also it's hot, also it's regularly updated.
#hdg#human domestication guide#really cool that what i wanted did end up happening lol#im feeling the sync idk what to say!
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Waymar Royce really died so he could be a âwhat not to doâ for Jon Snow, didnât he? They even look alike too.
#asoiaf#asoiaf reread#AGOT prologue#the poor guy didnât even get a chance for character development#he got to be a man of the nightâs watch for like 2 seconds#though I can see a lot more of the respect from Will saying that now that I know what it means
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i havent made any posts abt it but now that the big part is basically over ive gotta tell you im absolutely fucking fascinated with this whole submarine situation
#i have a lot of thoughts about it but i dont think tumblr is the right place for those right now. im thinking about it a fucking lot though#ah the hubris of man in the face of nature etc etc etc#maybe lets not take tourists into one of the most dangerous unpredictable environments on the fucking planet#especially in experimental non certified equipment#thats all ill say for now#can we pleaseeeee please fucking respect the ocean. can we please stop going to the titanic.#weve gotten what we need from it lets just. let those ppl rest#im having. thoughts. man idk. its insane to me this is literally like. a fucking horror movie#anyway i hope the markiplier iron lung movie doesnt get cancelled bc of this. i rlly wanna see that#also like. obviously the tragedy in the Mediterranean deserves more news and more care than 5 idiot billionaires but .#i am just a 20 something year old on the internet im not responsible for the media cycle#and im also a known avid horror enthusiast especially when it involves the ocean so.#im having a lot of thoughts about bullshit safety measures and the money spent on this fucking mess#and the fact that theyve been searching for days for ppl who were already dead two hours inot the trip. idk.#sorry i just needed an outlet for this bc my dad is insufferable to talk news with
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Just wanna offer my condolences, rip to your hopes of an happy ending for 3x09 đ
Thank you đĽ˛
Everytime something's going good, you really think "Oh...I'm finally catching a breather and everything's going to be fine." But nope. I've got asthma here, POI, I need that breather ASAP.
If it's not Reese breaking my heart with his moping (which tbh feels a lil out of character but then again grief is a strange being) then it's Finch with trying to do something right and nothing going well, and if it ain't them then it's the thought of if Carter were here, she'd have clashed their heads together and already had stopped sm of the issues before they could be thought of one.
I'm holding out for ep 13 to be something of a breather before I turn in for the night...but it's not looking hopeful.
#mail from the void#person of interest#person of interest s3 ep 13#to all y'all who were fans of this as each episode came out i salute you#i was once like that in the BBC Sherlock fandom so i know damn well what it was like do wait for each episode#somewhat more than the average viewer would#just to see how things fair out#but by god this is...its pain#fucking Finch and Arthur hurt a lot#though I can say Fusco and Reese duking it out in the rain was hilarious#my mans is doing his damnest to keep this...team? family? group together#but he does not get paid enough#yet tbh all i could think of when John was just spitting vile at him was the quote from Venom Let There Be Carnage;#''I will only take that now because we are hurting'' and i think it truly holds strong in that scene#in a job like theirs both fusco and reese they really dont get a time to grieve#sure the show portrays them having some grief with respective parties...#but when that person you're grieving is a link to everyone else or a focal point in some form#if you dont grieve together then you dont really grieve at all#been there done that#anyway this is a big tangent of feels#definitely do appreciate that the show isnt just passing over her death like most shows were#everyone is still hurting because they're not hurting together...#and even something as powerful as the machine couldnt force them to grieve together if she tried#heres to ep 13 giving some semblance of team machine finally bonding together over joss and not doing stupid games stupid prizes
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đđžđ Ü Sunghoon was your stepbrother, and ever since your two fractured families merged into one, heâs had feelings for you. Deep down, he knows the attraction is wrong, but the taboo of it all only made it more addicting to himâŚ
đ¸đđđđśđžđđ ・・・ KINKTOBER SPECIAL, swearing, kissing, mentions of virginity loss, oral (m. r), masturbation (f. r), stepcest kink, cum eating, manhandling, face slapping, hair pulling, breath play, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of 02z, reader is younger than sunghoon & has long hair, short parental argument, thatâs all
đORD đOUNT ⨞ 4199 â đŕžŕ˝˛ Day 10 đŕžŕ˝˛
âSheâs hot as fuck, I canât help itâŚâ Sunghoon sighed while readjusting himself in his seat just at the mere thought of you.
He and his two friends, Jake and Jay, were hanging out in your step-fatherâs backyard near the pool, helping themselves toa few cold drinks and some conversation while round about the outdoor table.
âWho fucking cares, dude?â Jake asked rhetorically, his Australian accent rugged and thick with utter confusion and disgust.
âExactly broâŚÂ youâre playing with dangerous fire here, Hoon, and trust me when I say you donât wanna mess with that step-sis shitâŚâ Jay added, crossing his legs where where he sat.
âWhy not, though?â Sunghoon challenged, pulling out his phone to swipe a few notifications clouding his screen.
âWell, for starters, screwing your step-sister in real life is a lot more tricky than how itâs shown in pornosâŚÂ secondly, you two could be blood-related for all you know!â Jake pitched in, spreading his arms as if to convey increased importance.
âPleaseâŚ. I highly doubt thatâŚâ Sunghoon scoffed, shaking his head at his friend's cautious protest.
âRight⌠and what makes you so sure then, huh..? Youâve taken any DNA tests lately?â Jay questioned matter-of-factly.
âOf course not, idiot, but thatâs beside the pointââ
âShe might have the same dad as you!â Jake went on in a fit of concern.
âNot possible⌠my father had a vasectomy before I was even born, and my step-sisterâs younger than meâŚâ
âThen you all might have the same mom, it doesnât matter! You never know with this type of stuff, dudeââ
âWait- ShhhâŚâ Sunghoon whispered, just as a womanâs voice in the distance filled his ears until you eventually walked by.
âHey, Hoon!â You chirped, paying a brief yet respectable wave to his friends as well, âYour dadâs been looking for you all afternoon, by the wayâŚâ
âOh yeah? Whatâs up with him?â Sunghoon asked in between taking a sip from his soda can.
âHe said something about you leaving the garage door unlocked last night?âŚÂ I donât know, maybe he just wants to talk to you about itâŚâ
âGod⌠I mean, okay, uhâŚÂ thanks for letting me know, sisâŚâ
âMhm,â you hummed with a nod, right before turning on your heel and walking back from whence you came...
âDad?â Jay repeated with confusion.
âSis?â Jake added, just as confused.
âYup⌠and we donât look very similar now, do we?â Sunghoon offered with a proud smirk, taking the last sip of his cherry cola with a clenched jaw and sighing at the fizzy sensation.
âFine, but what difference does it make when you live under the same roof and share a set of parents, biologically or not?âÂ
The space felt quiet at Jayâs sudden comment, with nothing other than chirping birds in the distance filling the void.Â
âLook man, I gotta go now, but please, at the very leastâŚÂ considerâŚÂ our advice,â Jay said in a more solemn tone before shuffling from his seat and standing up to walk away.
âYea⌠I meanâŚÂ Iâll consider it,â Sunghoon nodded nonchalantly while waving his friend off, but Jay didnât see it as shady because thatâs how Sunghoon always actedâŚ
Numb, absent, impetuous.
Itâs those precise qualities in him that initially earned your attraction, and they were the same qualities that eventually made you stick aroundâŚ
1 hour laterâŚ
âItâs so pretty, HoonâŚâ you admired from beneath your step-brother, trailing an inquisitive finger along the underside of his cock as he nearly dug crescents into the palms of his hands from how tightly he balled his fists.
He was just so, so sensitiveâŚ
âCan I now?â You asked softly, eager to finally have his cock in your mouth and stretching your slutty little lips apart with his thicknessâŚ
And to no oneâs shock, he was just as eager to have your mouth around him, tooâŚ
Of all the private time youâve spent with Sunghoon, you two had tried almost everything in the books from dry humping, nipple sucking (on both sides), vaginal sex, cockwarming, and even mutual masturbation on some accountsâŚ
Though, you had never tried giving him oral before, and itâs an act thatâs been on your mental bucket list for quite a while now.
âGo on, angel,â Sunghoon groaned, watching intently as you began prepping him by stroking the base of his length, and he swears a hand has never felt so good around his cock before.
Your step-brother, being the handsome guy that he was, had his fair share of sexual experiences in the pastâŚ
However, once he met you, or more accurately, once yâall crossed that dangerous physical boundary, he fell in love with you in a way that would never be considered brotherly.
Simply put, you were the best at everything to him; making him feel better after a bad day, listening to his most profound thoughts when no one else would, etc etc.
And it helped that you were one of the most beautiful girls he had met, tooâŚ
The first time he had sex with you, he remembered gazing at your cunt first before sliding himself in, and he felt so bad for having to be the first one to stretch you out.
You were so tight and fragile and he was so thick and long that it took more than a few tries just to have sex properlyâŚ
But since then, you became his little fuck toy, and he simply dreaded the thought of some other guy getting to enjoy those parts of you one dayâŚ
The parts he worked so hard to cultivate in youâŚÂ the parts that he felt should be for his eyes and his eyes onlyâŚ
âOhhh, God,â Sunghoon groaned suddenly, sealing his pretty brown eyes shut at the feeling of your lips sliding along the center of his shaft.
His tip, the most sensitive part of his cock, found utter bliss in the back of your tight throat, and his tense hips subconsciously bucked into your mouth, causing you to tap his thigh as a sign to slow down.
âSorry,â he whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear to prevent it from getting in the way, but you couldnât help yourself from marveling at the way his length twitched inside your mouth, its tip already crying out precum as you kept bobbing your head nice and slow.
And it was genuinely such an honor to be sucking him off, considering how much he had done for you in the pastâŚÂ things that your parents never had to find out about because he was there to help you.
For instance, you vividly recall the time when a deadbeat date you met at a party dropped you off on the side of the road after you rejected his sexual advances, and Sunghoon was the only person who answered your call that nightâŚ
That same night marked the first night you kissed each otherâŚÂ in his car at a red light on your way home, to be preciseâŚÂ
And you cried the rest of the drive back to the family mansion until Sunghoon managed to finally calm you down with a hug⌠one that led to him sleeping in your bed that night with his clothed cock slowly rutting against the curve of your assâŚ
You remember pretending like it didnât happen for a while until eventually, the taboo craving was reciprocated in you; you wanted Sunghoon just as much as he always wanted youâŚ
âFuck, babyâŚÂ âm so close,â your stepbrother groaned in pleasure, keeping his hands in your hair because it was genuinely one of his favorite parts about you, âYea⌠keep drooling around my fat cock, baby⌠just like that⌠shit~â
You squeezed your thighs at Sunghoonâs desperate dirty talk, feeling yourself getting more and more turned on every time he swore beneath his breath.
âGo on, angel⌠touch yourself for me,â he mewled from above you, compelling you to do exactly what he just suggested.
Slipping your fingers past the waistband of your skirt, you found your core instantly given how you werenât wearing any underwear.
You slid your digits over your folds while still sucking his dick before humming at the feeling of your aching clit finallygetting some attention.
âDidnât know sucking my cock would turn you on so much,â he snickered through a smirk, only to groan once again as you hummed around his dick, reeling him even closer to climaxing.
With just a few more bobs of your head, Sunghoon was finally coming undone, screwing his thick eyebrows shut with his head thrown back.
His thumbs slowly outlined the side of your hairline as he looked back down at you with pure affection, slipping his cock out of you as cum coated every surface of your mouthâ
âCâmere, princess,â he whispered in a raspy voice, finding your lips in the sweetest kiss as your tongues intertwined, all while you still stimulated your clit beneath your clothesâŚ
And as if you werenât feeling a bit lightheaded already, you definitely were now, feeling your hips spasm the more and more his tongue ran against yours.
Before you knew it, you were crying out Sunghoonâs name into his mouth and creaming all over your fingers.
âShhh,â he cooed while holding your head in place with a gentle hand, backing away only once so he could see the look on your face as you finished.
It was such a beautiful sight to him, tooâŚÂ the way your eyes brimmed with tears as you bit down on your lower lip, trying to keep quiet but failing nonethelessâŚ
He loved every part of itâ
Knock, knock, knock.
âSunghoon, are you in there?â Your mom called out from behind the door, just mere feet away from you two.
âUhh, yeah, whatâs up?â Sunghoon asked as calmly as he could manage while you both worked on readjusting your clothes back.
âYour fatherâs ready to have dinner with everyone,â she continued, trying to listen in on what was happening on the other side of the door, only to have her ears filled with the sound of shuffling.
âAlright, Iâll be down in a minute,â Sunghoon answered, just as you stood up to kiss him again, desperate for more.
âGreatâŚÂ Iâll go and tell your sister to join us, too,â she said before finally walking away, and you smiled even deeper into the kiss as Sunghoonâs hands found your body, guiding your hips closer against him.
30 minutes laterâŚ
âWhyâre you making such a big deal out of this, Dad?â
âBecause youâre too irresponsible for your age,â your stepfather scolded at the dinner table, the awkward clinking of silver forks against glass plates filling the room.
âJust because I forgot to lock the garage back on one night?â
âOne night is all it takes for someone to come in and rob us, son,â his dad argued in between chewing on a piece of steak,âif you ever want this property or anything in the family estate to be yours, you better start acting like it belongs to you alreadyâŚâ
âBut I do, DadâŚÂ canât you see that?â Sunghoon asked with frustration in between eating some rice from his plate, âI keep the pool clean, cut the lawn weekly, and help out with bills, what else do you want me to do?â
âLock the garage door back at night. Letâs start there,â his dad said plainly, and Sunghoon simply scoffed at his words.
âRight⌠got it, sir, but Iâll be excusing myself now,â Sunghoon said while getting up from the table with his dad in unison.
âNo, you sit back down and finish eating so you can help your mom and sister clean upâŚÂ Iâm going to my roomâŚâ
âUgh,â your mother sighed, getting up from the table and following in the exact steps as Sunghoonâs father did, âSorry to leave you guys hanging, but I think Iâm gonna call it a night and just chill out with your dadâŚâ
âOh⌠yeah, thatâs fine,â you and your stepbrother smiled softly while getting up to wash dishes, âhave a good nightâŚâ
âYou, too, guys,â she smiled softly with her hands clasped in front of her before eventually leaving.
In the meantime, you got started on loading the dishwasher and wiping the kitchen surfaces; Sunghoon helped by sweeping and taking out the trash.
Afterward, you and Sunghoon sat on the living room couch and talked for a bit, the sound of the dishwashing machine thrumming in the distance.
You remembered his friends kept giving you weird looks earlier, so you decided to ask Sunghoon what they were talking about as a conversation starter.
âOh- nothing, really⌠they were just curious about who you were, is allâŚâ Sunghoon answered plainly, gentle clicks coming from his fingers as he toggled with the TV remote, searching for something good to watch.
And you knew it shouldnât have affected you so much, but you could almost feel his hands all over you again just from looking at themâŚ
You could feel the way his fingers were cupping your face earlier, and the way his palm felt resting on the small of your back as he kissed you that eveningâ
âWanna watch something scary?â He offered, interrupting your brief thoughts.
âDo we even have a choice?â You returned while glancing at the screen, shocked to see there were predominantly horror movies playing tonight.
âI swear, it's like people never get bored of having scary movie marathons,â Sunghoon shrugged before eventually turning the TV off.
Currently, you were both sitting opposite to each other on the couch, up until your stepbrother patted the empty space next to him, signaling for you to come closer.
You laid your head on his shoulder, and the warmth of his body radiating through the cotton sweater he wore made you sigh in comfort.
âWhat, you're getting sleepy already?â Sunghoon asked with a soft smile, not expecting you to have snuggled against him so suddenly.
âNo,â you said, reaching for his pale hand before tracing the nail beds of his fingers with your own, âjust wanna enjoy this gentle moment with you...â
âOh... Seriously?â
âMhm...â You hummed against him, making the smile on his face linger for a little longer, âCan I ask you something?â
âYea, what is it?â
âWell... hypothetically speaking, if your dad left his bedroom door open all night, how much do you think we could get away with in here?âŚâ
â____...â
âRelax, it's just a question,â you pouted, letting go of his hand and touching his tense thigh instead.
He gulped before answering.
âOkay then... hypothetically speaking... I know I could keep quiet during a lot of things, but you on the other hand...â his voice trailed off as he gave you a knowing look instead of finishing his sentence.
âWhat? Finish what you were gonna say, loser,â you chuckled, sitting up to look him in the face now, but judging from his cheeks alone, you could tell he was a bit flustered about something...
âHey,â you spoke softly, moving your hand from his thigh and cupping his face instead, but it didn't stay there long before he was pushing you on your back, caging you beneath him on the sofa.
âI think it might be better if I just show you instead of telling you, hm?â He whispered, dangerously close to your face, and you felt your heart rate increase while caged beneath himâŚ
Not because you were nervous, but because you knew your parents were likely still awake, and youâd hate to get caught in a position like this.
âS-Sunghoon, maybe not in here, okay?â You began with shaky breaths, trying to keep your voice as low as possible now,âItâs too riskyâŚâ
âShhh,â he whispered again, right before leaning down to kiss you, and you hated how it was truly that easy for him to win your submission.
Sliding a hand over your breasts, he found your neck in his grip, gently but firmly.
Though, the pressure only increased from here, and it was enough to make you squeak.
âYouâre seriously getting all noisy, and just from that?â He judged you with a snicker, âIf you want me to fuck you, yâknow youâre gonna have to stay quiet, pretty⌠think you can do that for me?⌠hm?â
You could only manage to whimper in response, and he finally freed your neck from his rough hand, at first you think itâsbecause heâs easing up on you, but then you realize that he was just getting started.
Sitting up, he tugs your pants down to your thighs, only to have you immediately pull them back up again.
âDo you really wanna force me to get rough with you tonight, baby?â Sunghoon slithered, cupping your entire cunt in his hand before grinding his palm against your clothed sex, and he almost laughed out loud at the way you squirmed now.
âI canât believe youâre being this s-stupid right now,â you stammered, but you couldnât stop your hips from subconsciously bucking against the delicious friction he provided.
âLook at you⌠rejecting my advances only to grind against my hand like a bitch in heat,â he retorted, spitting in his free palm before slapping you across the cheek, the added moisture only adding to the echo of the impact.
You wanted to curse him out, kick him, punch him, or even just yell at him for doing that to youâŚÂ but someway, somehow, you felt your body freeze at his gaze, and tears erupted from your eyelash beds in the same way they did the first night he kissed youâŚÂ the first night he claimed you as hisâŚ
âNow, you know I didnât wanna have to do that, sweetie,â Sunghoon pouted with a hoarseness to his tone, and you immediately felt his erection brush up against your thigh.
âAs my little sister, youâre supposed to obey me, no matter what I ask of you,â he continued tenderly now, wiping the tears from your face with the back of his hand.
Your cheek still stung from where he slapped you, and it only made matters worse when you heard shuffling from your parent's room.
âB-but⌠I am ob-beying you,â you sniffled, voice cracking slightly as he kissed your face right where he struck you.
âGood,â he smiles, ceasing his hand in groping your cunt, âSo that means youâll let me make you feel good and youâllkeep quiet then, right?â
âY-yes, Sunghoon,â you nodded, feeling him kiss your lips one last time before freeing you of his daunting shadow, only to stand up from the couch and tug you in whatever position he pleased.
And he handled your body as if you were weightless, but you knew that had more to do with his strength training than anything.
Situating you on your knees on the floor of the couch, he knelt behind you, caressing your waist while pressing his front against your ass.
Keeping all your clothes on, the only thing he did was slide both of your bottoms down, and you donât think you ever felt more eager than you did once the cool room air hit your aching cunt.
And thatâs when your stepbrother started sliding his burning red cock between your folds, trying his hardest not to spank you as that would only make more noise.
âYou ready, baby?â He asked, making a makeshift ponytail of your hair, but before you could even answer, he was already sliding inside you all the way now.
And because you and he had sex so many times in the past, itâs like your walls were carved just for him.
No matter the circumstance, Sunghoon could always count on you being ready to take him in every which way he desiredâŚ
So, when you put up a little fight today, he made sure to remember it as he started rutting into you, keeping one hand firmly at your hips while the other one secured your head.
âOhhâŚ. mmm⌠ahhh,â you hummed, keeping your eyes shut completely as the faint sound of skin against skin filled the room.
His cock felt so good inside you, just like it always didâŚÂ given the position, your cunt was angled a little different than what you were used to, but it helped him to fuck even deeper into you anyway.
âFeels good, baby?⌠Yea?⌠You just love taking your step-brotherâs fat cock in your tight cunt, donât youâŚÂ you dirty little- nghh,â Sunghoon groaned breathlessly from behind you, pulling your hair back further now as he roughly pounded into you again and again.
âYour ass is so perfect, too,â he slurred, and all the dirty talk was making your pussy throb even more, with his greedy cock loving the sensation as well.
âFuck, Hoonie,â you whimpered quietly, arching your back a bit so he could fuck you even deeper, when suddenly, you felt his grip release from your hair, causing your face to meet the couch cushions.
You could conveniently bury your face into the, whenever you felt like making a noise, letting all your naughty little sounds dissipate into the cotton.
He was bucking his hips behind you so fast and hard though now that even the wooden floorboards were starting to creakâŚ
âNghhâŚ. Oh my gâŚÂ ahhâŚÂ fuck, baby,â you whined into the couch, but being so lost in the pleasure, it didnât seem like Sunghoon cared to keep quiet anymore either.
He was grunting all loud like a madman now, and if it wasnât for the air conditioner drowning out the squelching noises of skin-to-skin, youâre certain your parents wouldâve caught you like thisâŚ
Your hearts pounded in unison as Sunghoon's hands continued to roam over your soft, supple body, tracing the curves of her hips before grabbing hold of the swells of your breasts.Â
You couldn't help but let out a stifled moan as squeezed you in his grip, filling you with an intensity that was almost too much to bear.
Biting down on your wrist, you tried your hardest to keep yourself from crying out, but it wasnât long before you felt your walls tightening around him, Bo your collective breaths growing more ragged as you approached the brink.Â
âS-Sunghoon, Iâm getting close,â you gasped, feeling something in your stomach tighten the faster your stepbrotherfucked his throbbing cock into you.
âS-so am I,â he stammered as the initially deep tone of his voice started to sound more desperate and vulnerable.
Sunghoon's eyes fluttered shut as he concentrated on the pleasure your soaking wet hole provided him with, digging his nails into your hips to contain all the energy within himself until it finally happened; with a silent scream of pleasure, you shuddered around his cock, making him lean forward to cover your mouth and conceal your moans, causing you to whine into his hand.
Swearing beneath your breath, he felt it was safe to remove his hand from your mouth now as your body arched off of the couch, and Sunghoonâs orgasm followed closely behind.
Not wanting to finish inside you, he pulled out as quickly as he could, jerking his slimy cock with the same hand he just covered your mouth with before cumming all over your back, using it as a landscape for his ivory release.
Sunghoon then pulled your shirt back over to cover you, and if you werenât so tired and fucked out, the feeling of his sticky cum smearing under the cotton of your clothes wouldâve made you cringe.
The two of you just lay there for a moment, panting and trembling with slick sheens of sweat decorating every corner of your collective bodies.
With a satisfied sigh, you looked down the hallway, noticing that your parent's door was already closed and that perhaps,the two of you missed it earlier given all the excitement.
You were already starting to feel the aches in your body creep up on you given how rough Sunghoon was being, but that all melted away once his lips connected with yours, humming into a gentle kiss.
âLet me help you to bed, sissy,â he whispered, helping you get up from the ground now.
He offered to carry you, but you insisted that you could walk on your own.
A few steps later, you were eventually in your bedroom with Sunghoonâs delicate hands getting to work on removing your shirt and wiping down your back.
Sliding a nightgown over your head, he gave you one last kiss goodnight before sweeping off to his own room nowâŚÂ but something in you told you this wasnât the last youâd see of him tonightâŚ
It was on nights like this that you missed Sunghoon most; despite how you two had already shared such intense intimacy with each other, you still craved his presence, and of course, he felt the same.
As you forced your eyes shut to hopefully get some sleep in, you comforted yourself with the fact that you never heard the soft click of the door latch from Sunghoonâs bedroom, letting you know that itâd only be a few minutes before his footsteps would echo through the hallway as heâd slip into bed beside you.
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Can you pretty please write something like the Nanami college au again?? It was so funnn <33 love your work!
Shibari Master
Tags: dom!nanami x fem!reader, college au, nsfw, mdni, bdsm relationship, fluff, mutual pining, slight angst, happy ending don't worry.
Synopsis: Nanami is the stoic, silent, strong type. He excels in each class heâs put in. Heâs never one to cause trouble, but⌠there have been whispers around the university. âI hear he likes to tie girls up for funâŚâ âMy friend says heâs a freak in bed and left marks all over her.â âSomeone told me he has ropes in his dorm.â It seems like Kento has a secret.
An: You guys really seem to love the college au Nanami đ I donât mind. I actually really love writing him. This isn't necessarily a sequel or part two, but I hope this is something that you were hoping for. This is another long one. Strap in.
You were the type of person who really kept to themselves while in college. So many people told you that you would meet some lifelong friends and studying in university, but you didnât really see the point. Everyone went their separate ways after college. There was no point in befriending anyone in there.
Well, Shokoâs the exception. Sheâs like a sickness that you just canât fully get rid of. No matter how closed off you were, she just continued to tease and banter with you. You two often found yourselves sitting next to each other in class or in the dining hall.
Sure, you two had fun being absolute haters together. âOh my god, yn. Look at what heâs wearing.â Shoko would whisper into your ear, referring to the guy in the hentai face hoodie that no man who gets pussy wears.
Shoko had friends. She was close with all sorts of people: the athletes, the quiet ones, anime nerds, trouble makers, everyone. She didnât discriminate, which means she had a lot of gossip on everyone.
You were sat next to her in the dining hall as you leisurely munched on an apple. She was yapping about some people in drama club that got caught fucking in the auditorium, âa total orgyâ was how she described it.
Your mind was elsewhere though. While you werenât keen on making friends, you werenât immune to crushes though. A man like Nanami was right up your alley. He was quiet, respectful, the hottest man youâve ever seen and smart.
âGirl.â Shoko nudges your arm and furrows her eyebrows at you when youâre not giving her all your attention. âYou are not ogling over Kento fucking Nanami right now, are you?â Goddamn her sense of social cues. You could get nothing over her.
âAnd if I am?â You ask, taking another bite from your apple before turning to face her with an almost challenging look.
âMy little yn is finally coming out of her shell.â Shoko grinned up at you. She could never resist picking on you a little bit. âNo, but seriously, Iâve heard some crazy things about him.â
âLike what?â You immediately ask with a puzzled expression. What kind of crazy things would Nanami get up to? He seems so strait laced. Itâs hard to imagine him doing anything âcrazyâ.
âI heard he likes to tie up girls for fun.â
Oh shit.
Now, as a person who had unrestricted internet access as a kid and a recovering tumblr user, you knew what BDSM was. In fact, you were pretty well acquainted with the concept. Even as it was now more widely accepted after the movie Fifty Shades of Grey (which in your opinion, missed the mark on portraying a healthy BDSM relationship), BDSM still felt a little taboo. It was like a forbidden fruit to you, one that you thought about often.
âSo? A man has a kink. Be so for real right now.â You respond as you glance back over at Nanami.
âNo babes, itâs not just a kink. Like⌠Iâve heard that he didnât touch them like that..â
âOhâŚâ You almost want to fucking pout upon hearing that.
âOh yn, you freak.â Shoko laughs as she pokes your cheek. âYou totally want him to tie you up.â
âI meanâŚâ You give her a look which makes her laugh even harder.
âStop.â She says while still laughing. âI heard it something called like shibariâŚâ
*** *** ***
That night instead of researching for your upcoming term paper, you spent all night on the Shibari Reddit and reading up on different forums.
It was nearly three in the morning. Your fingers are scrolling on some sort of shibari blog, and you canât help but feel almost jealous of these people. It was like an art and BDSM activity all in one. You wanted to do that.
You wanted Nanami to do that to you.
Your eyes are nearly half-lidded when you come across another blog. It was so late. You knew you should probably get some rest, but one more blog couldnât hurt.
The knots were beautiful and intricate on the modelâs skin. There was one photo where large veiny hands were cupping her cheeks as she was tied up. Damn. The master had nice hands.
You learned quickly that the ones who were being tied were called models, and the one who were doing the tying were called masters.
The next photo on the blog was even more erotic than the last. Another model tied up in pretty pink rope, and a tie was being held around her neck.
Youâve seen that tie before. It was unmistakable.
The only man who wears a yellow and black tie like that was Kento Nanami.
Heart pounding, you check the caption:
Knots done by KN
This was too much to be a coincidence, right?
You keep scrolling until you come across a text post instead of a picture.
Looking for models in the Kyoto area. College shibari master looking to teach.
Holy fuck. This had to be fate, right? You felt your stomach swirling with butterflies as you hovered over the message button. What are the odds that this isnât Nanami?
Yn: Hi.. I saw where you were looking for models to teach.. I was wondering if I could get some info on that.. Sorry to bother you so late!!
Gods. You sounded like an absolute dork. You wanted to delete the message, but it was likely that the master already received it. What had you done?
*** *** ***
You could barely sleep last night, plagued with dreams of ropes and Nanami using his tie on your wrists or neck. You were lucky that you didnât have a morning class today.
Drowsily sitting up, you reluctantly checked your phone. It was nearly noon since you had stayed up so late. Scrolling through your notifications, your heart nearly stopped when you saw a message from that blog last night.
KN: No need to apologize. Yes, I am looking to teach a new model. What kind of information would you like?
Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod.
Yn: Thanks for getting back to me!! I was kinda wondering if you charge anything for a session..?
KN: No, I donât charge anything. I go through a pretty extensive recruiting process with my models though.
Yn: What might that include..?
KN: First, I like to get to know them on a deeper level than just first name basis. I want to know what kind of understanding they have about shibari.
KN: Then, I request that the model provides me with some kind of proof that theyâre in the right medical condition for shibari. It is a demanding art that does include some physical aspects. I want to know what your body can handle.
KN: After that, I try out practice knots on the model, making sure theyâre absolutely comfortable every step of the way. I think of this as a trial run.
KN: Granted all goes well, I then draft up a beneficial agreement between the both of us.
Oh. This was so much more than you couldâve bargained for. You didnât even expect for him to respond back, but he was talking about an agreement??
If this was Nanami, then you could feel yourself falling even more hopelessly for him. If this wasnât Nanami, you were definitely reluctant to move forward.
Yn: An agreement..?
KN: Donât let that word discourage you. Iâm a man of rules and principles, thatâs all. Weâll talk more if we get there.
If.
That word felt like a bee sting right in the gut. As delusional as it may sound, it felt like he was already discounting you without completely being rude.
You didnât even know what you were thinking when you messaged this person on the internet. You werenât even sure it was Nanami. The idea of shibari was appealing, tempting even, but you really didnât want to just experience it with any type of person.
A message on your phone grabs your attention.
KN: May I take you out to coffee sometime, yn?
This was probably wrong, but it felt right. Something was pulling you to keep texting him.
Yn: I donât normally meet strangers from the internet so quickly.
KN: Oh? Weâre strangers? I wouldâve at least considered us to be acquaintances.
Your eyes widen as you stare down at your phone. This might actually be Kento Nanami messaging you, and he offered to take you out to coffee. You were now aware of how hard your heart was pounding in your chest.
Yn: Is this Kento Nanami..?
KN: It is. Was it not obvious?
Yn: It definitely was. I think I was just nervous and didnât want to get my hopes up.
KN: Get your hopes up? You were hoping for it to be me?
Yn: Is it weird if I was..?
KN: I would consider it to be cute rather than weird.
KN: About that coffee..?
*** *** ***
A pile of discarded clothes lay on your bed as you were trying on another outfit while Shoko watched you. You had hated everything you have tried on so far.
âWhatâs so great about Nanami anyways?â Shoko asks as she opens up your window and lights up a cigarette. Youâve begged her to stop smoking, but she adamantly refuses, stating âat least Iâll die happyâ.
âHeâs just⌠kind of mysterious, is he not?â You ask as youâre looking at yourself in a full length mirror. You were to meet him in about thirty minutes at a local coffee shop near the campus.
Your body is being hugged by mocha brown shirt and a brown plaid pleated skirt.
âJesus, yn. Is he getting to know you or your ass?â Shoko jokes as she grins up at you with her cigarette tucked between her lips.
âBoth if Iâm lucky.â You wink at your friend who rolls her eyes playfully at you.
âAnd youâre one hundred percent sure youâre not into girls? What does Nanami have that I donât?â Shokoâs no stranger to flirting with you. It was just her personality type. Though, if you were into girls, Shoko would definitely be your type.
âIâm sorry. When did you grow a dick?â
âYouâre saying you wouldnât suck my strap?â She playfully pouts and gives you a look that almost makes your heart skip a beat.
âFor you, Sho? I just might.â You continue to banter with her as you grab your purse.
âYou better go before I steal Nanamiâs woman.â She looks away from you as she snuffs her cigarette against the outside brick.
âIâm not his woman.â You retort as you head towards the door.
âYeah, yeah, I better be your maid of honor. I wanna wear a tux though.â
You laugh at your friendâs boldness and decide to hurry down to the coffee shop, not wanting to keep Nanami waiting. He seems like the type of guy to value punctuality.
As you arrive to the local shop, you marvel at how nice the shop looks. The walls are painted with a soft eggshell white, and it has accents of dark oak wood and black decorations. Itâs decorated high and low with botanical plants
Nanami was sitting in the corner of the shop in a more private area of the shop. He seemed to already be sipping on a coffee of sorts. You feel your heart start to pound at the sight of him. He was wearing a black button-up shirt that hugged his muscular arms so deliciously thanks to his harness that he was also wearing. His beige slacks also fit his frame nicely. You might dare say, Nanami has a nice ass.
His hazel eyes lifted up from a book he was reading, and his lips so subtly quirked up into a smile as soon as he caught a glance of you. He stood up from his seat and pulled your chair out for you like the gentleman he was.
âYou look lovely.â His deep voice made your head spin for a moment. Sure, you had heard him during class, but he sounded much more relaxed and less robotic.
âAs do you.â You respond before realizing your blunder. âI mean, you look handsome-â The words quickly fall from your mouth.
âOh? I'm not lovely?" He asks, an edge a playfulness in his tone. You didn't know he had the capabilities for that.
"I- No- I meant. You are?"
"Relax. I don't bite." He takes a small sip from his coffee before lazily looking back up at you. "Unless you ask me to."
Heat floods your face, and you immediately cross your legs together, trying not to show your obvious likeness to that idea. "Good to know." You finally manage to say after a moment.
He gives you a kind, warm smile in response. "Do you want to order a coffee? Then, we can get to know each other more?" He asks in a reassuring tone. His presence is nerve racking, but he also provides almost a sense of comfort. He has things under control, and you just have to follow along.
"Sure." You agree, and he walks with you up to the counter to order a drink.
"Can I get a vanilla latte please?" You ask, and the barista types in your order before rambling off your total. You reach into your purse to retrieve your credit card, but Nanami subtly nudges you while handing the barista his card.
"I could've gotten that..." You quietly state, feeling guilty that he paid for you. Nanami shakes his head with a small scoff of amusement.
"I invited you out, yn. I wouldn't expect for someone to pay for something that I invited them out to." Nanami assures you before the barista hands you your latte. You make the mental note to get him back at a later date.
The both of you settle back in at your table.
"So, how did you find my blog?" He asks with a small, curious smile on his face.
"Well..." You start off, but your voice trails off. Not fancying the idea of telling him that you and Shoko had gossiped about him, you decide to bend the truth just a bit. "I've always been intrigued by the idea of BDSM, and I just kinda fell down a rabbit hole of shibari, which led me to your page."
"Oh really? What intrigued you the most about BDSM?" He cocks an eyebrow up at you, his smile never fading.
"Trust, mostly." You respond sheepishly.
Nanami couldn't have came up with a better answer himself. He shifted his position a bit, and he leaned into the table ever so slightly. "Trust... Is that what excites you?"
You feel your heart flutter in your chest as you gaze into his hazel eyes. "Yeah... being able to follow in someone's lead because I trust they're sense of judgment. That's what excites me."
"A woman after my own heart." He jokes kindly as he leans back into his seat. "So, no experiences with BDSM or shibari though? Just intrigue?"
"Yeah... just intrigue." You agree as you tug your bottom lip between your teeth.
"What all do you know about shibari?"
"Hm, I know the roles of master and model... I know there are different color ropes. It seems like a very emotional act..." He nods at what you're saying.
"It can be very emotional for both the model and the master. It's a huge test of vulnerability, trust, submission, and leadership. You know, Yn, if I ever have the honor of tying you, I will be holding your life in my hands."
You feel the heat rush to your face and between your legs from his words. There was something about giving him that level of control over you that drove you mad on the inside. You almost wanted to tell him that you wanted to skip to the trial run, but you knew that his process was what was best.
"I.. I know that... The honor...?" You softly question, causing for him to gently laugh.
"Yes, the honor. Never ever let a dom or master make you feel like your submission is anything less than a privilege. You don't owe me or anyone any part of you."
Jesus Christ. How was this man even real?
"Uh.. Noted... So, how did you find shibari..?" You hate how spacey you get when you're feeling nervous, but you don't want to fuck up and say the wrong thing.
"I always took pride in photography, so when I found photos of shibari, I knew that was something I wanted to capture. The leadership role was not always something I've been good at." He explains as he gaze drifts down towards his coffee. You're silently grateful that the coffee shop isn't too busy. They're also playing soft lo-fi tunes that drown out yours and Nanami's conversation.
"How long have you been a master?" You curiously ask, feeling a small pit in your stomach as you remember he has had other models.
"Well, I've been tying knots on people since I turned eighteen, but I'd say I really became a master at it when I turned twenty-one. That's also when I really started to take it more seriously. I use to just tie up whoever volunteered just so I could learn the knots on an actual human body. That got me into some shitty situations, so once I gained enough experience, I decided to do this little recruitment process."
"Is this just a hobby or..?"
"I see it as a lifestyle, one that I don't bother hiding."
"Then, what are you in Uni for?" You ask as you tilt your head to the side a bit, feeling confused as to why he was in college if he seemed to only have a passion in something he was already a master at.
He gives you another amused laugh. "Business." He replies.
"Why would you be in the business major?"
"I run my own business, darling. The pictures of shibari I take aren't free, with the exception of the ones I post to my blog to market it. I also photograph other things as well."
"Ohh..." You drawl as you feel a bit embarrassed for not considering that aspect. "So... how many models do you have...?" You reluctantly ask, unable to squash the growing pit in your stomach.
A small smile curls on Nanami's face as he looks at you with an unreadable expression. He seems to completely think through his response before he opens his mouth.
"I wouldn't necessarily say I have any models of my own." He answers, but that really only fills you with more questions instead of reassurance.
"So... that means...?" You ask, not daring to look up from your coffee mug. It was foolish to want a sense of monogamy from him at this early of a stage. You knew it was, but you still couldn't get behind the idea of him having multiple models.
"It means that..." The door to the cafe jingles, and Nanami's face immediately shifts to a more serious one. It's an expression that you're use to because it's the one he uses around campus. He looks unamused and almost annoyed.
"Nanamiiin!!!" A white-haired male drawled as he approached your table. You recognized him as another student from uni.
"Gojo." Kento greets in a flat tone as he eyes the male. Gojo seems to not take any offense to Nanami's tone, and he plops down on the bench seat right next to him.
"Are you on a date, Nanami?" Gojo teases as he eyes you then looks back at the blonde with a grin.
"What are you doing here, Gojo? You don't even like coffee." He says, completely ignoring the other's question.
"This cafe has a really good hot chocolate, you know. Also, am I not allowed to run into my best friend while he's in public with a pretty girl?" Gojo cuts his bright blue eyes towards you, beckoning for you to speak up.
"Oh, are you two friends?" You ask, unable to bear Gojo's omniscient stare.
"The closest." Gojo replies before draping his arm around Nanami's shoulder. Your date rolls his eyes and shrugs Gojo's arm off of him.
"Too close in my opinion." Nanami grumbles lowly.
"So cruel, Nanamin." Gojo pouts over at his friend who doesn't budge in the slightest. "Are you at least going to introduce me to your date?"
"No, leave."
"Nanamiiiin~!"
"My name's Yn." You interject their little spat as you hold out your hand towards Gojo's.
"Yn, what a pretty name for an even prettier girl." He says as he takes your hand and brings your palm up to his lips.
Before either of you could react, a strong hand grabs onto Gojo's wrist, preventing him from kissing your hand. "If you intend on keeping your hand and your dignity, I'd leave now."
Your eyes slightly widen as you watch the covert struggle between the two men. You canât help but be hyper aware of your heart pounding in your chest. Was he being territorial⌠over you?
Satrou looks back over at Nanami with a smug grin before he releases your hand. He then drags Nanamiâs hand up to his mouth and presses a small, polite kiss to his hand as if to piss the blonde off more. âYou should bring her to the pool party next weekend, Nanamin.â He suggests with a grin.
Satoru then stands from his seat. âIt was nice meeting you, yn. I hope to see you again soon.â He then promptly leaves the cafe - without even buying a hot chocolate.
Nanami takes a few moments to repress his anger back down. He takes a deep breath before speaking up. âIâm so sorry about him. He doesnât understand boundaries at all. He didnât make you feel uncomfortable, did he?â
âNo, no, itâs alright! Iâm okay.â You assure him with a reassuring smile.
He nods and returns a relieved smile before checking his watch and softly sighing. âI have to go⌠I would like to see you again.â
You canât help the smile that creeps up on your face as you nod your head. âIâd like that too..â
âDo you have a free day before next weekend?â He asks before drinking the rest of his coffee. You had only just now noticed that he was drinking straight black coffee.
âOh, uh, Wednesday afternoons are free.â You respond, feeling a flutter in your chest from the promise of seeing him again.
âWednesday afternoon it is. How do you feel about coming to my dorm?â
His dorm? The one thatâs rumored that he keeps ropes in? You can already feel your excitement bubbling up inside you.
âYour.. uh.. roommate will be there?â You ask, silently kicking yourself for how you stumbled over your words.
âHm? No, no, I donât have a roommate.â He assures with a small smile. âI paid the extra money. Considered it to be an investment towards my lifestyle since practicing shibari would be hard to do with a roommate.â
The new information only makes you feel more nervous and excited. For one, it was an extra thousand dollars to be roomed alone. That was no small âinvestmentâ. For two, this meant you were going to be alone with him in his room - with ropes.
âOh.. uh, yeah, Iâm okay with that.â You finally respond after a moment.
âPerfect.â He stands from his seat and looks down at you again. You have to crane your neck upward to look at his face. Itâs your first time seeing him up close like this. He was tall, and his muscles and veins made you want to salivate all over the table. âSee you then.â He mumbles before affectionately patting your head and leaving the cafe.
*** *** ***
The wait until Wednesday dragged on and on. You were so antsy to finally see Nanami again. You had filled your time gushing to a very skeptical Shoko and stalking his blog. He hadnât posted anything new yet, which you decided to be a good thing. Maybe he didnât really have any other models?
You politely knocked on his dorm door, triple checking that you went to the right one. He had texted you which one was his this morning.
The door open a moment later, and you were greeted to the sight of a cozy looking Nanami. He wasnât in his normal attire - just a t-shirt that fit him way too tightly and a pair of grey sweatpants. Slut.
âHi.â You greeted awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
âHello.â He let out a puff of air in amusement to your candidness. âCome in.â He says as he moves out of your way. âMake yourself at home, please. I figured we could watch a movie today unless you wanted to do something else.â
Yeah, Nanami - do you. You silently thought to yourself.
âA movie sounds good.â You casually reply as you stroll into his dorm room. It was the average size of a dorm room, but since he didnât have a roommate, it felt a lot larger. He had a couch where the other bed would go.
Taking in more detail, it was incredibly clean yet cozy. Your eyes drifted around his plain looking room. You donât really know what you expected, but you assumed there would be some sort of hint to shibari.
Thatâs when your eyes find a coat hanger, but it wasnât hanging up coats. Bundles of differently colored ropes hung from the hooks. He had every color of the rainbow and even some multi-colored ropes as well.
Biting your lip slightly, you wondered how the ropes would feel against your skin - if theyâd be soft or rough. Would he be gentle or rough?
âI see you found my collection.â His voice slightly startles you, causing for you to flinch. A small chuckle of amusement escapes him from your skittish behavior.
âOh- uh, yeah, sorry..â You apologize, not wanting for him to think youâre weird.
âDonât be. I assumed youâd be curious. Want to touch one?â He offers as his hand slowly finds the small of your back, and he casually guides you over to the coat hanger in the corner of the room.
âIâm allowed?â You sheepishly ask.
âI wouldnât have offered if you werenât.â He calmly laughs as his hand grazes across a white rope. âThis is called jute rope. Itâs made for comfort and aesthetics.â
You nod your head and carefully reach out to brush your hand against the rope as if it was made of glass. The rope really was silky smooth. You almost wish your clothes were made out of the same material.
âI didnât expect it to be so soft.â You muse quietly, allowing your hand to continue petting the rope.
âItâs made with comfort of models in mind. It wonât leave any rope burns or anything like that on their skin.â He explains, and his hand moves to a different rope. âThis one on the other hand is hemp rope. Itâs rougher, so it can sit more snugly against the skin. Itâs great for tight knots and suspension.â
You follow his lead, carefully touching the next black hemp rope. It was rougher than the jute rope. âSuspension?â You quietly ask.
âThatâs for experienced models and masters. Itâs a whole different breed of shibari - one that requires a huge foundation of trust and understanding of each otherâs bodies.â Nanami explains as he watches your facial expressions.
âOh.. have you ever suspended someone before..?â You canât help your curiosity when it comes to his experience level.
âOnce, but it was sheerly for practice.â He calmly answers before moving his hand over to the soft pink rope next to it. You immediately recognize that rope from the pictures on his blog. âThis one is made of cotton. Itâs extremely soft and lightweight, great for beginners models.â
You reluctantly reach out and barely touch the pink one. It was incredibly soft, but you canât help but think about the lucky girl posing in his pictures and how pretty she looked in his hands.
âYou recognize this one, donât you?â He asks, immediately noticing your withdrawal.
âYeah.â You respond as you look away from him and the ropes. You knew you were being dramatic, but some part of you couldnât help it.
Itâs obvious to you that the girls heâs tied up in the past spread those rumors about him, telling everyone what he likes to do in his free time. You painted a narrative in your head that all the other girls heâs tied up in the past arenât really into shibari. They probably just wanted to get in his pants. Okay, maybe that was an unfair assumption.
âHey.â Nanami speaks up, and his hand gently cups your cheek, making you look up at him. âWe can pick out your own rope, okay? I want you to be comfortable, and if using ropes that have been on other models makes you uncomfortable, Iâll buy a whole set just for you.â
Itâs a heartfelt gesture - proving that he has your best interest in mind. It didnât completely put an end to your bitter jealousy, but it helped.
âI donât want you to spend that kind of money just because of my downfall.â
"Downfall-? No, darling, it's not a downfall, and please, there is nothing else in the world I'd rather buy than new shibari ropes. As soon as you can provide a doctor's note to me, I'd love to take you and pick out ropes for you together." Nanami's hand stays firm on your cheek, not allowing for you to look away from him. His voice sounds raw - he's being serious.
Something about him planning for the future makes you relax a bit. He's planning this stuff already as if you're spot in his lifestyle is already guaranteed.
Swallowing harshly, you slowly nod your head. "If it's something you'd like to do as well, I think it would help me feel a bit more comfortable."
"It is. I want this to be as fun for you as it will be for me." His voice drops an octave lower as his eyes rest upon you, practically drinking in the sight of you. Slowly dipping his head towards your ear and neck, he whispers, "You're going to look so pretty tied up. I'm excited to see what color you'll pick."
Oh.
You immediately press your thighs together, trying to subtly hide your arousal from his words. Gods, you were so easy. He didn't even have to do much to get you all worked up.
The two of you lounge on his couch, watching a movie that he has playing on his laptop. He has his arm comfortably placed around the back of the couch. Since you were watching on a laptop, you had to sit rather close to him.
The lingering scent of his cologne in the air made you feel feral, and you could feel his body heat radiating from his body. The movie was just a blur at this point as you were silently wishing he'd just wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you closer.
You sneakily catch a glimpse of his face, and you notice his eyes are closed. His breathing is even and deep. He fell asleep next to you.
What an absolute cutie.
Carefully, you reach out to the coffee table and pause the movie. With no more background noise, you can hear the soft and subtle snores escaping from his mouth.
Deciding that it would be too weird for you to stay in his space while he's unconscious, you carefully try to stand. but two strong arms loop around your waist and pull you back down - right into his lap.
"Stay." He murmurs quietly. His voice was still breathy from sleep. "Please?"
You gaze up at him, and his eyes were still closed. He had his face nuzzled into your hair while holding onto you like you were a damn teddy bear. Refusal wasn't an option. Even in his sleep, Nanami was stronger than you.
"I'll stay." You whisper back to him, knowing good and well that he was fast asleep. Getting cozy in his lap, you allowed your eyes to slip close as well.
*** *** ***
He apologized profusely to you for falling asleep once you two woke up from your cozy nap. You reassured him that it was okay. You were grateful that he felt comfortable enough to fall asleep next to you, and it seemed like you both needed that nap.
In order to make it up to you, Nanami invited you to that pool party that Satoru mentioned at the cafe. If you had the guts to meet Satoru and still stick around, you may as well meet the rest of his friends.
Now it's Friday, the day before the pool party. You hadn't really heard from Nanami since he invited you, but he was active on his blog. That sick feeling clouded in your stomach upon seeing another model tied up in the white rope you were just touching on Wednesday.
Jealousy's a bitch.
Deciding that you really couldn't be upset, you weren't even technically one of his models. It was also very possible that Nanami was posting older pictures that he had taken before you had even messaged him.
You couldn't stand to sit on the sidelines for much longer. If you wanted to become one of his models, you needed to go down to the clinic and get a physical to prove to Nanami that you were in good health.
Surprisingly, it was easy to lie to the nurse and say that you need a physical to join the volleyball team. She didn't suspect a thing as she had you sit down on one of the cots and fill out a clipboard.
Since this was a university clinic, privacy was not it's strong suit. You could clearly see anyone who walked in through the doors, just as they could see you.
Answering all of the questions on the clipboard with 'no', you perk your head up as your hear voices speaking to the nurse.
Your heart fell into your stomach immediately as you take in the sight of Nanami guiding a girl into the clinic. What were the odds?
Feeling your heart pounding in your chest, you try to calm yourself. This could be just a funny coincidence.
"What seems to be going on today?" The nurse asks while looking between the girl and Nanami.
"She just needs to be checked out is all." Nanami's calm voice felt like a bullet. He was here, helping another girl get a physical, so she could be a model too.
All while he had been practically radio silent to you for the past couple of days.
Glancing over, his eyes caught yours. A smile immediately curled on his lips until he saw you crumpling up your paper from your clipboard.
"Nevermind. I'm good." You tell the nurse and Nanami as you chunk the piece of paper into the trash.
"Hey wait- yn-" Nanami tries as he tries to reach out to you, but you were already gone.
It's funny how he was suddenly flooding your phone.
KN: Yn, please, allow me to explain.
KN: I know you're upset with me. Let's just talk this out.
KN: Tell me what to do to make it better.
KN: Yn, please.
KN: Please. I'm sorry. It wasn't how it appeared.
The messages went on for the rest of the day. You ignored each one of them. You had placed him on some fucking pedestal just because he seemed quiet and 'not like other guys'. BLEH. He was exactly like other guys. He could just tie boy scout knots and say pretty assuring words. This is exactly the reason why you didn't care to make friends. Something will always come around and burst your bubble.
You finally gained enough courage to tell Shoko what happened the next day. She promptly came over to try to console you.
"Baby, he could've actually had an explanation." She oddly advocates for Nanami, even though you distinctly remember her asking what was so good about him when you first brought him up.
"No, he just wanted a way in, so he could lie and make me feel better." You say, telling yourself that fact as much as you were telling her.
"Are you still going to go to that pool party? I'll be there." She says as she rubs your hair gently, allowing the strands to flow through her fingers. "You can at least show him what he's missing."
The thought of going out anywhere sounded like torture and seeing him sounded even worse, but the thought of getting your mind off him did sound appealing. Plus, you did have a really cute bathing suit...
"You'll be there..?" You ask timidly.
"Of course." She assures you with a smile.
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Walking into the huge frat house, your arm is linked with Shoko's. She was wearing a pretty black one-piece bathing suit that she's wearing a black lace shawl to cover her body.
You were wearing a lilac bikini with a bathing skirt that tied around your hips.
It was dark out, but the back patio of the house was lit up by a cozy fire and string lights that wrapped around in trees and around the patio area. The massive underground pool was also lit up by pool lights that were underwater.
It wasn't necessarily crowded per say since it was so massive, but there were probably twenty or so people hanging around the pool and outdoor bar.
"Shokoooo!" A familiar white-haired guy shouted from inside the pool. The he was leaned back, so the water lapped at his chest and abs. He raised up a beer. "aaanndd... Nanami's girl. You made it."
Your face involuntarily grimaced from being referred to as 'Nanami's girl'. Had you not seen pictures of his new models and him taking that girl to get a physical, you probably would've blushed from the nickname.
"She's my girl tonight. Thank you." Shoko bantered with a small grin, and she gave your arm a reassuring squeeze.
Speaking of Nanami, you didn't see him anywhere. Did he decide not to come?
A tall brunette male with long hair and gauges stood beside Gojo in the pool, and he leaned over to whisper in his ear. Satoru's face shifted, and he nodded. "That's right." He said a bit too loudly before the brunette shushed him.
"Come on. Let's get in." Shoko urges you as she slips off her shawl and gets an over exaggerated whistle from Satoru. You then hear a "ow!". It was clear the brunette had elbowed him.
You really don't feel ready to be alone, so you follow her lead and slip the sheer lilac skirt that covered your hips, and you throw it on one of the nearby patio chairs.
Stepping into the water, it becomes clear to you that the pool is heated.
"How does the school even afford this?" You quietly mutter.
"The school?" The brunette laughs. "The school didn't afford this."
"This isn't a frat house..?" You quietly ask as you step deeper and deeper into the water.
"The Gojo-frat house." Satoru replies with a cheeky grin.
"It's called daddy's money." The brunette adds with his own grin.
"It's called Gojo money, Suguru." The white-haired male jabs the other in the side.
The patio door slides open behind you, and you look over your shoulder to see Nanami walking out with another tall brunette male, but this one had shorter hair. He also had tired eyes and a stoic face.
Your heart aches a bit as you share a glance with Nanami. He was wearing swimming trunks and a grey t-shirt that covered his chest. He looked at you with a hopeful glance, as he obviously looked like he wanted to say something.
"Hiromi, haven't seen you here in a while." Suguru comments as he takes a drink from a red solo cup.
"Yeah, law school is pretty unforgiving. I don't recommend." Hiromi says with a small smile as he sits down on the concrete next to the pool. He allows his legs to dangle inside the pool next to you. "I'm sorry. I don't recognize you from around." He says as his gaze falls upon you.
"Oh, uhm, I'm Yn. I don't normally come to these things." You awkwardly greet yourself as you look up at him. Maybe he'd be a good distraction.
"I'm Hiromi Higuruma. It's nice to meet you." He smiles as he sticks out his hand. You graciously take it, and he gives your hand a small squeeze.
Your eyes meet and for a moment. You're almost able to forget about Nanami. That is, until you see the blonde strip off his shirt out of your peripheral vision. You give him the satisfaction of glancing over at him.
Fuck him and his entirely too nice body.
He looked like an Olympian. His shoulders were nice and broad. His chest and abs were perfectly defined too. He slimmed up a bit towards the waist area, and his swim trunks were ever so slightly giving you a peek at his v-line.
"Show off." Hiromi laughs as Nanami sits on the other end of the pool. He then props his hands up on the concrete and allows his entire body to slip into the water.
You're almost completely mesmerized by him, until Hiromi speaks up.
"So, you don't come around these things too much?" He asks as he looks down at you while your lower half is submerged in water.
"No, I don't. I don't really enjoy the party scene." You reply sheepishly as you look back up at Hiromi.
"Me neither." He laughs leaning down towards you slightly. "I don't know why they continue to invite me to these things."
You share a small laugh with him, but a cold chill makes your body shiver. You can feel a pair of eyes boring holes into you. Risking a glance over in Nanami's direction, you see him staring straight into Higuruma's very soul.
Was he actually jealous?
"Do you want a tour?" Hiromi asks as he seems to not even notice Nanami's death glare.
"Uhhh..." You drawl as you glance back over at Shoko. She was currently chatting up a pretty girl at the other end of the pool. A small exhale of amusement leaves your nose. So much for being her girl tonight. "Sure. I'd like that." You respond to Hiromi. He carefully takes your hand and helps you out of the pool.
You two explore the massive frat house, and Hiromi tells you that he use to go to your school and live in the frat house with Satoru, Suguru, and a few other names you don't recognize. However, he left once he was accepted into law school.
"You know... no one would notice if we were gone for just a little while." Hiromi murmurs into your ear as he crowds you against a wall. "I could show you my old bedroom. I doubt Gojo had the decency to even fix it up after I left."
"Oh, I..."
"Hiromi." A deep voice calls from the other side of the hallway, startling you from responding. You glance over and see Nanami with a towel thrown over his bare shoulder.
"Kento." Hiromi responds with a half-smirk. "Have you met Yn?"
"Very much so. Satoru's calling for you outside." Nanami responds flatly as he stares Hiromi down. "I think it'd be wise of you to go see what he wants."
Hiromi lets out a slight sigh, and he moves back away from you and the wall. "Fine." He responds before brushing his hand against your cheek and walking away.
Left alone with Nanami, you have no where to go and hide. You can't avoid his questions anymore.
Stalking forward slowly, you feel your heart start to race with each step.
"You've been ignoring my texts..."
"I have." You respond dryly as you keep your eyes away from him.
The sound of his footsteps hitting the ground draw closer.
"That girl at the clinic wasn't my model. I don't have any models." His voice was lower than normal, hanging onto each word.
"The pictures on the blog? You going silent for a while?" You ask as you take a step back from him.
"I run a business of selling pictures of models practicing shibari as pieces of artwork. It's all completely consensual, usually girls come to me looking to make some money since I give them forty-five percent of all the money earned from the pictures. They're not my models though. I rarely ever see the same girls twice considering the amount of money I pay them." He explains as his footsteps gradually grow closer.
You take another step back, trying to comprehend what he was saying, and your back presses against the wall. Dead end.
"The girl at the clinic?"
"She passed out in front of me completely by sheer coincidence. I was just doing her a favor and not leaving her unconscious in the middle of a college campus."
He takes another step towards you until you can feel his body heat radiating from him. You're eye-level with his pectoral muscles as you can't bring yourself to look him in the eye right now.
"Yn." He says your name in such a demanding tone. You slowly drag your eyes upward and give him a guilty look. Your jealousy had gotten the better of you, and it almost cost you Nanami. You can feel your heartbeat in your throat as he carefully reaches up and cups your cheek. "I've wanted it to be you ever since I first saw you around campus."
"Wanted what to be me..?" You softly whisper as his giant hand encompasses your cheek and jaw. His thumb drags gentle circles on your skin, massaging your face.
"My model. My muse. Please, forgive me for not being immediately forthcoming as to what I do for a living. I'll stop it immediately if you ask me too. I'll do whatever you want.. just please.."
Your hands reach up and gather his jaw before you can even think twice, and you pull him downward to you. He immediately gets the memo and dips his head down, pressing his lips against yours firmly.
You respond immediately with a small whimper as he presses your back against the wall. The sounds of lips smacking together filled the hallway completely as Nanami drinks down every little noise you make.
His hands are gently groping at your thighs, massaging the soft, pillowy flesh beneath his fingers, and he lets out a quiet groan. Your hands trail upwards to his blonde hair, and your rake your fingers through his undercut.
Your bodies are pressed together, barely hidden by the fabric that was your bathing suits. Nanami trails his kisses down your jaw and neck, gently sucking and nipping at the skin. His hands firmly hold onto your thighs, and he lifts your feet off the ground, holding you up against the wall.
âI canât get enough of you.â His voice mumbles between kisses.
âNanamiâŚâ You softly gasp as he sucks a love bite into the crook of your neck.
âI thought I was going to kill him.â He goes on as he gently bites and kisses down your shoulder. You immediately know heâs talking about Hiromi.
âI couldnât stand the way he looked at you.â Another bite. âI want to be the only one who looks at you like that.â Bite.
Youâre pitifully trying to grind your hips up against Nanamiâs growing bulge, desperate for friction. âSay youâre mine, and Iâll give you what you want.â
You feel your heart flutter at his offer. Nanamiâs dirty secret wasnât that heâs a shibari master. He would tell that to anyone proudly. His dirty secret is heâs as jealous and territorial as you.
âIâm yours.â Your voice is breathy as you lean your head back against the wall. âIâm yours. Please, Nanami.â
Oh, that whiny tone will be the death of him.
âThatâs what I thought.â He lowly rumbled into your ear before he started to move his hips, practically dry humping you in the hallway. Anyone could walk in and see you two.
You were too enthralled by the feeling of his tip bumping and rubbing against your core. You could feel every outline thanks to both of you being in swimwear.
âFuck.â He quietly growls as his hands start to move your body as well, practically using you as a toy for pleasure.
He leans over towards your shoulder, and he catches the tie of your bikini string between his teeth. All while heâs grinding against you, he unties one of your bikini strings using only his teeth.
The wet fabric immediately slides down, allowing him a peak at your breasts. He lifts you up a bit higher so he can kiss around your chest. Unfortunately for him, your top is still blocking what heâs aiming for.
âTake it off.â He demanded lowly, getting impatient.
Your hands immediately reach behind your back, and you pull a string that immediately frees your chest. Your top ends up on the ground.
âGood girl.â He rewards as he leans his head down and kisses all around the soft flesh of your breast. His tongue darts out, gently lapping at your nipple, causing you to shiver. A smile curls onto his lips. He loves your reactions.
âNanami~â You impatiently whine again.
âSo needy.â He clicks his tongue. âTell me what you want, darling.â
âPlease.. no I-â You fumble over your words, feeling to shy that you want him to fuck you into next week.
âUse your words. Tell me.â Heâs unrelenting.
âI want.. want you to fuckmeplease.â You quickly say, mushing all your words together.
âYou can do better than that, dear. Try again.â Itâs no wonder heâs a fucking dom.
âPlease fuck me.â You finally whine out.
âYeah? You want me to fuck you, right here?â He asks as he adjusts his arms. He cradles the back of your thighs with one arm as his other is busy pushing down his swimming trunks just enough.
âYes.. please..â
âRight where any of our friends could come and see us?â He questions once more as he hooks his fingers into your bikini bottoms, and he pulls them to the side.
âYes..â You whine as you glance down. Your skin runs cold as you see his length.
âSo impatient.â He muses as he gently starts to rub the small bundle of nerves in tight circles, causing your body to shake lightly in anticipation. Your legs hook around his waist, and your arms stay around his shoulders.
âHope you can be quiet, darling.â He taunts as he aligns himself with your hot wet entrance. He hums as he pushes in at a torturously slow pace. It feels like heâs splitting you in half, quite literally impaling you with his cock as he lowers you down onto it.
Your nails dig into his shoulders as you feel each inch of him push into you. Harsh jagged pants and small moans escape from you involuntarily.
âOr donât. I wouldnât mind them knowing how good I can make you feel.â
âF-fuck too big.. ngh~ I.. I canât.â
âShh. You can take it.â He hums as he presses soft kisses to your neck. âYouâre myâ hah.. good girl, arenât you?â
âY-yes!â You stifle a cry as your body hopelessly clings to him. Heâs only halfway in, and youâre already so delirious.
âSo warm and⌠ngh tight for me, hm?â He praises as he continues shoving himself inside of you. His self control is slowly withering away as your cunt grips him like a vice.
âTherree we go..â He purrs as heâs finally buried himself to the hilt. âBiiig stretch.â
âSh-shut.. up.â You whimper out of embarrassment as you lean your head down into his shoulder.
âWhat did you just say?â
âN-noth-â
His hips pull back and snap inward forcefully, causing your back to thump against the wall. âAh!â
âSay it again.â He demands.
âShut up..â Your voice is barely a whisper, and Nanami laughs at you. He laughs.
âOh darling.â He murmurs into your ear quietly. âIâd suggest you check your tone before you speak to me like that again.â He rams his cock into you once more, causing a small whisper-cry to fall from your mouth. âOr else everyone in this goddamn house will find out how much you love being fucked by me.â His hips start to move at a brutal pacing. Your back is flat against the wall as youâre physically knocked back with each thrust.
âI-I⌠ah~ ⌠âm sorry.â
âI know you are.â He murmurs quietly into your ear. âNgh.. fuckâs sake.. takinâ me so well.â He praises as his hands are dragging you in sync up and down his cock, impaling you harder.
Your walls squeeze around him so deliciously, and your pretty sounds falling from your mouth. Nanami doesnât feel in control for the first time. Sure, heâs the dominant one in this situation, but his hips are moving completely on their own accord, rutting into you fervently. His cock canât get enough of your warm spongy walls wrapping around him.
Glancing down, he can see a ring of white and clear slick gathering at the base of his cock. âSuch a mess.â He mumbles as starts rolling his hips faster into you.
His thick tip gently kissed your cervix with each roll of the hips. Your body was trembling in his arms. âNa..fuck.. nanami~â You moan as your nails are digging into his shoulder blades, giving him scratched as trophies.
âThatâs right, darling. Say my name.â
âNanami~â
âLouder. Want .. mnnph.. want our friends to hear you.â His hips are rocking back and forth deliciously, rutting you into the wall like an untamed animal. His body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat, and his normally kept blonde hair was messily falling onto his forehead.
âNanami!â You shout, obeying his demand.
âGood fucking girl.â He growls as he bounces your body up and down along his length.
âSh-shit.. Nanami, I wanna⌠ah~ wanâ to cum please.â You ask for permission as soon as you feel the coiling heat in your stomach. Your body is so close.
âGo ahead, baby. Let me feel you.â He pants as he feels his orgasm nearing as well.
âOh, fuck-â You whimper as your body spasms on him. Your walls clenching around him impossibly tighter.
âThaaatâs it.â He purrs as he pumps himself in and out of you gently, fucking you through your orgasm. âThatâs a good girl, finishing on my cock like that. So pretty when you cum.â
Your poor fucked out cunt is so sensitive as heâs continually forcing his cock in and out between your soaked folds. Grunts and growls escape his mouth as his pacing is slower but purposeful.
âYou ready for my- mmnph~ cum, baby? Where you want it, huh?â He asks as his legs are starting to tremble with each thrust. Itâs taking every last inch of self control he has not to finish right then.
âI-inside.. please, donât pull out.â You whine as your legs tighten around him more.
âWant it inside your pretty cunt? You wanna be filled with my cum? You sure you can handle that?â
âYes, please.. fuck~ please, Nanami.â
âCome here.â A deep growl rumbles from his throat as he pushes into you as deep as your pussy will allow, and his cock twitches with each rope of cum his blows into you. Youâre able to count at least six. âOhhh~ fuck-!â He curses as his entire body stays tense for a few more moments.
Deep breaths fill the silence.
Your body is gently trembling in his arms as youâre both coming down from your highs. He presses a small kiss to your cheek. âDo you think you can stand..?â
âN-no..â You reply sheepishly.
âOkay darling, Iâm gonna sit you down on the floor. Iâll be right back, okay? Just get your top on and wait for me.â He reassures before hissing as he pulls out of you. His seed immediately trickles down your thighs.
He gently sits your bottom down onto the ground, and he makes sure youâre okay before he pulls his swim trunks back up and walks out towards the back patio.
Your body will barely cooperate with you as you tie the lilac bikini top back to your chest. Your hands keep shaking and fucking up the knot.
From the patio, you hear loud cheers and claps coming from Satoru.
âNa-na-mi!â He chants to embarrass his friend. A few others in the pool chant along with him, loving the look of annoyance and underlying pride on his face.
Kento simply rolls his eyes with a small smile and grabs his clothes and your sheer skirt from the back patio. âGo for round two. Donât be a pussy!â Satoru shouts obscenely, and Nanami flips him off as he walks back into the house with you.
He puts his shirt on you to cover you up and carries you back to his dorm bridal style.
âSleep at mine tonight. Weâll get you some clothes tomorrow and go to the store.â He offers as he closes his door with his hip.
âThe store?â You ask curiously, wondering why you two would need to go to the store. âIâm on birth control.â You inform, thinking heâs talking about getting a plan B.
âWell, thatâs good to know, but I was talking about getting your ropes.â He responds with a soft smile as he gently sits you down on the couch. He then digs some clothes for you two to wear out of his dresser.
You had almost forgotten all about shibari after he had fucked you like that. Your eyes immediately glanced over towards his coat rack, and your eyebrows furrow as you realize itâs empty.
âWhat happened to your other ropes?â You quietly ask.
âHm? I gave them to a beginner shibari master.â He says casually as he pulls his swimming trunks off. You politely try to look away, which earns a laugh out of him. âItâs not like you havenât seen me before.â He muses.
âNot like this-!â You shout with a pout as your hands cover your eyes. âWhy did you give them away?â You ask quietly.
Nanami pulls on some dry pajama pants, and he carefully walks up to you while you still have your eyes covered. His thumb gently brushes against your lips, causing you to flinch slightly.
âI donât want you to feel reminded by other people when youâre in here with me. This is our space. Weâll have our own ropes just for me to tie you up with and no one else. Youâre the only person for me, and I donât want you to think that since I have other ropes, it means Iâm tying up other people.â He quietly explains as he takes your hands away from your eyes.
âBut your business..?â You quietly ask as your eyebrows knit together. The thought was so considerate and sweet, but you didnât want to be the reason for his loss of income.
âIs not as important as you are. Besides, I photograph other things.â
âAnd⌠if you take pictures of me..?â
âMy eyes only.â He grins before pressing a kiss into your cheek.
BONUS SCENE.
âHowâs that, darling?â Nanami asks as he tightens the knot against your wrists. âYou remember the safe word?â
âFeels good.â You softly hum as you allow for your eyes to close. âYes, I remember the safe word.â The safe word was Malaysia. Nanami admires your expression. You were a complete natural at this. He started off small, only tying your wrists behind your back as you were on his knees.
The red jute rope looked so pretty as it pressed against your flesh. He took out his camera and snapped a picture of your hands bound together. Then a picture of your relaxed face.
âSo beautiful.â He praises quietly.
Your eyes flutter open, looking up at him through your lashes. His breath hitches in his throat as he takes one more picture.
âSomething feels wrong.â You murmur quietly, and Nanamiâs face shifts to one of concern.
âWhat is it, baby? Too tight?â He asks as he immediately goes to look at your wrists, making sure that he didnât accidentally bind you too tightly.
âNo.. my mouth feels empty.â
Kentoâs movement stops as he looks down at you. You give a coy smile back up at him.
âOh, I see. Too empty?â He says as he leans back up, standing in front of you to where youâre eye-level with his belt.
âUh huh..â
âYou want me to fix that, baby?â
âPlease.â
His hand buries into the hair on the top of your head, and he grabs onto it with one hand. His other hand unbuckled his belt and frees his already hard cock from the constraints of clothes.
Your mouth waters as he holds your head just far enough way to where you can see his cock but not touch it. Your wrists immediately pull against the restraints.
âOh? Is this what you want, hm?â He asks as he slowly pulls your face forward.
âY-yes..â You stutter, immediately feeling neediness pool between your thighs as you see a bead of precum gather on his reddening tip.
âOpen up for me.â
Your mouth is immediately open as you look up at him.
âOhh, good girl.â He purrs as he thrusts his hips forward, filling your mouth with cock.
Youâve never been happier (or fuller).
BONUS-BONUS SCENE!!
âThis plan is absurd.â Hiromi gripes as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
âLook, theyâre hopeless. What kind of friends would we be if we didnât help them out?â Satoru asks with a grin.
âOkay, run it by me one more time.â Hiromi says with a small sigh. He should be studying for the bar right now, but his friends needed him.
âShoko is going to bring Yn to the pool party. You try to get her alone, and Iâll send Nanami in there to get you to come outside. Heâll see her with you and be so overcome with jealousy that heâll have to spill his feelings!â Satoru explains with big hand gestures.
âYou meddle in everyoneâs love lives too much.â Suguru shakes his head with a fond smile.
âShoko started it! She was the one who went telling Yn that Nanami tied up girls, knowing damn well that would intrigue her.â Satoru deflects, causing Shoko to scoff.
âI was doing him a favor! He was clearly lovesick over her, and when she mentioned liking him too, I just gave her a little breadcrumb to make her more interested.â Shoko adamantly defended herself. âYou were the one who followed them to the cafe after I told you not to!â
âI had to see it for myself if he was actually going to take her on a date and bring her around!â
âAll of you should be charged with stalking and harassment.â Hiromi remarks as he shakes his head. âRemind me to never tell you guys if I have a crush or not.â
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where the boy that youâve got wrapped around your finger works his hardest to change his position from a somewhat friends-with-benefit to an official relationship with you. [and hes not the only one who will be switching positions ;)] *if you havenât read âfxck a fxckboyâ yet, i suggest to read it before reading this! or donât :p do as you wish!*
pairing: flirty/smartass!y/n x fuckboy!yoongi
; warnings: ass grabbing, ass slapping, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, cock warming, blowjobs, handjobs breastplay, usage of sex toys, masturbation, usage of mature words, some dirty talk, jealous yoongi
; genre: smut (18+), pwp
; wc: 11k (hooooly sheeeeiiit)
a/n: SHES FINALLY HERE AAAAHH!! a little continuation of fuckboy yoongi~ hehe! very very sorry it took me so long! i had this in the drafts for a while and was slowly building it throughout the year :v now i've gotten busy bc your girl got into nursing school :') don't get me wrong though, i'll do my best to put out some writings here and there bc i do enjoy doing this :p i also wanna say thank you so much for showing so much love to the original 'fxck a fxckboy' fic!! i didn't expect it to gain that much attention, so i was pretty hyped to see a lot of people enjoying it :D i really hope you guys enjoy this one <3 it's just a little somethin' to fulfill your fuckboy yoongi needs hehehe. fair warning though, this is literally pure smut with no sort of plot (call me a horny mofo lmfaoooo). please ignore my grammatical errors :') i'll fix them at some point when i am notttt lazy ! :p
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âYoongi, could you quit it? Iâm trying to help you study for your exam!â
The two of you were in one of your university libraryâs study roomsâwhich included a whiteboard, a table, and a couple of chairs in a somewhat small amount of space. Out of all the seats that were around the table and the free space this room has to offer, he chose to stand right behind you, hands wrapped around your waist as his head rests on the back of your shoulder as you wrote things on the whiteboard.Â
Heâs groaning out of boredom.Â
âBut isnât this supposed to be a date?â
You snort with a chuckle, âyeahâa study date.â
You went a couple more rounds on the day you first slept with each other (and damn did he go crazy). After that, you told him you didnât want to fuck him without being âofficialâ because it felt like you were one of his little flings. He respected that, and really held himself back (although he does manage to sneak some kisses from you here and there to get his daily dose of you). He became eager to get you to be his girlfriend, but like you said you wanted to go on dates before you can agree.
And thatâs what he did.
Heâs been making everything into a date. And so far, heâs taken you on plenty.
Work on assignments together at the school library? (study) Date.Â
Drive around town, enjoying the views as you guys talked? (car-ride) Date.
Watch a movie at his place with all the snacks he bought just for you? (movie night) Date.Â
How about the two of you make dinner together? (cooking) Date.
It was cute. Something youâd never expected from him. Did he always have this romantic, sweet, and cheesy side to him? You could tell he is trying to keep his promiseâtake you on a bunch of dates till you agree to be his girlfriend. It may seem a bit too much, but due to his past history you wanted to make him wait and work hard for the âboyfriend titleââwhich he was willing to do.Â
âStill a date,â he mumbles.
Yoongiâs squeezing you tightly, bringing his head to the crook of your neck, lips just slightly brushing against your skin.Â
âYoongi, youâve got to study. Theyâre not going to let you graduate if you donât pass this class. This is what you get for always skipping.â
âI just donât understand that calculus shit. And I canât study when youâre around.â
âYou donât even like it when Iâm not aroundâbut it somehow has to be me that has to help you with studying.â
âExactly.â
Youâre chuckling again at how cute he was. How is it that he was one of the biggest fuckboys at your school and now heâs the biggest simp for you?
âHow about we make a deal?â
He hums, âIâm listening.â
âPass the class and Iâll give you whatever you want.â
His head shoots up. âWhatever I want?â He repeats.
âAnd Iâll stop your suffering and agree to be your girlfriend.â
Itâs like a whole switch went off in his body; he was ready to get going.
âYou donât have to tell me twice, princess,â heâs removing his hold around you, finally taking a seat with a pencil in his hand and a paper in front of him as he looks at you, âif thatâs all itâs going to take for me to be your boyfriend, Iâll do it.â
â
Of course, Yoongi left himself with only two days to study for his final exam. It may seem like not enough time, but one thing you learned about him is that he can get really determined to do something especially if he gets some type of reward from you.Â
He surprisingly locked himself in his room (according to Hoseok), and was trying to do things on his own. He also did not contact you at all that dayâmaking that day the first time the two of you havenât hung out or contacted each other since the day you both had that little confession session.
You didnât want to admit it, but you were honestly missing Yoongi despite it only being a day. Youâve gotten so used to having him constantly around you that him not being right next to you felt so off.Â
These feelings mustâve been bothering you so much because now youâre at the front door of his apartment with an early dinner of take-out in your hand, waiting for Hoseok to open the door.
âHeâs still in his roomâthe doors unlocked this time which is new. I would have loved to join you guys but I promised to go out with the other boys,â he pauses. ââŚI did ask Yoongi to join me but he told me to âget lostâ, soâ,â he grumbles under his breath as he makes his way around you.
You laugh at him.
âNo worries, Hoseok. Just go have fun.â
The two of you switch places, with his hand still on the door handle as heâs about to head out.
âI should be saying that to you guys,â he wiggles his eyebrows at you, causing you to roll your eyes.
âYoongiâs right! Get lost already!!â You gently hit the side of his arm as he laughs at your reaction. âDonât be so weird.â
âWho said it had to be those things? I never said that,â he laughs, but you roll your eyes at him. âGo out, watch a movie, or cookâwhatever to get him up and out of his room. That guy isnât even getting enough rest like usual and barely ate today and yesterday. Iâve literally never seen him like this beforeâheâs actually studying pretty hard for his exam.â
Youâre thinking to yourself, giving him a little nod before he says his final goodbye and shuts the door.
GodâYoongi is really serious about this.
You knock before you enter, only to be faced with Yoongi at his desk, tons of loose paper scattered everywhere and crumpled ones on the floor. He didnât even notice you until you said his name, his focus from the lecture playing on his laptop switched to you when he glanced over his shoulder.
âBabyy,â he mumbles lowly, a little smile on his mouth.
Youâre walking towards him, expecting his eyes to stay on you but they donât. Heâs listening to whatever lecture he had on, scribbling down whatever. It kind of hurt a little. You were too used to having his attention all on you.
âHave you eaten? I brought some take out.â
All he does is shake his head, still focused on his work.
A small pout on your face appears, upset with how he was. You put the bag filled with food onto the floor, next to the drawers of his desk. You take a step closer to him, a hand immediately going to his head to run your fingers through his messy hair. You gently massage his scalp with the pads of your fingers, leaning over to take a look at his work. The only sound that could be heard between you two was the lecture that he had playing.
âLook at you, working so hard,â you broke the silence, âyou literally werenât able to be like this at the library.â
He doesnât say anything. Just a little âuh-huhâ. It was more of a little grunt in agreement.Â
It bothered you that he wasnât talking to you like usual. No hands or eyes all over youânothing!Â
You remove your hands away from him.
âYoongi, donât you want to relax with me for a little bit?â
It was obvious you were pouting againâyou can just hear it as you spoke.
âCanât, baby. Iâm sorry,â he mumbles. He didnât even bother to glance over at you or complain how you removed your hand from his head.Â
âNot even just for a little?â
You hear him exhale, the small action enough to make your heart sink just a little.
âBaby, Iâm a little busy. Go lay in my bed and rest for me over there, yeah? Iâll join you as soon as I can.â
Now that definitely hurt.
He didnât even take a look at you again! Not one glance.
Without a word, you sat on his bed. Eventually you quietly lay down, taking your phone out to scroll through your apps even though youâd much prefer to be talking or hanging out with Yoongi.Â
The silence and sound of his lecture videos and the small scratches of his pencil on his paper echos in the room.
Who would have thought youâd ever see Yoongi ignoring you or not be all over you when youâre in the same room as him?
You immediately got to thinking.
And it hit you.
You toss your phone somewhere on the bed, getting up and making your way to Yoongi. You stood next to him, watching the way he doesnât even acknowledge your presence. He sits there silently, carefully watching his lecture. When you see the right moment, you turn his chair a bit towards you, giving you enough room to squeeze your way through and sit on his lap while facing him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
âBabyâ,â he sighs, âI told you Iâm busy right now. I canât have you on me like this.â
âBut babyyy I miss youuu,â you whined, âcanât I get a recharge?â
You notice him completely freeze, slowly taking in what just happenedâit was the first time in forever where you didnât call him by his name.
You mentally smirk to yourself.
Now thatâs what you were waiting for.Â
He swallows hard, keeping his composure.Â
âYeah?â He hums, âI have the test tomorrow and Iâm trying to get a good grade on it. If I let you sit here with me, you gotta promise me that you wonât distract me. This test means a lot to me. Got that, baby?â
You tighten your hold around him, nestling your head against the side of his neck. You nod your head at his words. Not because you agree or that youâd promise to follow his conditions. It was just for the sake of his sanity.
He clears his throat, hitting the play button and grabbing his pencil to continue scribbling down notes or whatever.Â
Everything was pissing you off at the moment.Â
You missed his hands being all over you and the way heâd fight his way to steal another kiss from you while youâre trying to push him away because he was always greedy for more. You wanted him to be annoyingly head over heels for you while you try to be nonchalant about it. And itâs also crazy to think that itâs only been a couple days and youâre acting like this over Yoongi not showing you the same attention as usual.
You give it some time. Patiently waiting until you thought it was time to get him all riled upâand then maybe he might just pay more attention to you. But being extremely patient at this moment is a pain in the ass, and you knew you didnât want to drag this on forever. You move around on top of his lap, trying to somewhat grind against him as you pretend to get yourself more comfortable. You move your face closer to his neck, nuzzling your head on the top of his shoulder. You softly exhale, allowing your breath to hit and tickle his neck.Â
Nothing. No reaction.Â
You place your soft lips against his skin, giving him very light kisses on the same spot.
He slightly tilts his neck away without a word, causing you to huff in annoyance. You immediately bring your lips to his neck again, placing slow and gentle kisses on the side of his neck that instead lead to a spot under his ear and along his jawline.
He groans, clearly enjoying your actions but conflicted with the need to resist the temptation of you.
âBaby,â is all he says, voice sharp and stern.Â
You pull away, sitting up straight to face him.Â
âEnough.â
You could tell on his face that he was being serious.
Well..trying to. And it was cuteâwhich is why he wasnât as successful with intimidating you.
You roll your eyes at him, making your way towards him to pepper his jawline with kisses.
âBut I miss youu,â you mumbled against his skin, making your way to his ear.
ââŚand I want you so bad, babyyy.â
You hear him mumble a âfuckinâ hellâ under his breath and his hands creep underneath your thighs. Heâs picking you up and you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck tightly. In no time, you feel your back hit against the bed. You watch him adjust himself so that heâs eye level with you as he hovers above you. Just by the look of his dark eyes, you knew you were in for it.Â
âYoongiâ,â you squeaked.
âHm?â He hums, voice rough.Â
The atmosphere around him felt different this time. It was just hard to point out what it was. Nevertheless, you brushed it off. As desperate this may sound, you were finally getting what you wanted and youâre not going to let anything get in the way. All you wanted right now was him becauseâfuckâyou miss him.Â
âPleaseâ,â you mumble.
It felt embarrassing to be underneath him like this with his hungry eyes beaming at youâand thatâs all heâs been doing for the past how many minutes that felt like an eternity. You watch his eyes flicker from your eyes and down to your lips, clearly tempted to just devour you then and there but he doesnât. He shifts in his position, bringing his right thigh in between your legs and pressed against your crotch, giving you the opportunity to grind against himâcuz fuck, you couldnât help it. You wanted to be touchedâyou needed him to do something to help you get some relief but he didn't do anything.
He watches you carefully. The way your eyes flutter shut and open slowly as you attempt to grind against his thigh, begging for him to do something. God, you were just so fucking tempting. But he couldnât.
Instead, he brings his head to the side of your neck, peppering a messy line of light kiss along it. He leads the trail up towards the side of your jaw, almost mimicking exactly what you were doing earlier. Once he makes it to the spot underneath the lobe of your ear he pulls away.
âWhat do you want, princess?â He softly speaks into your ear.Â
The sound of his voice and the way his breath hits your skin already sends shivers down your spine. It was really just the effect he had on you, and he never failed to make you feel this way. Your mind was already drunk off him, words also didnât seem to want to come out of your mouth.
He removes his thigh away from you and sits up, getting another good look at you before he lowers himself more till he becomes face-to-face with your abdomen as he lays in between your legs. He lifts up the oversized hoodie you wore, but only exposing your tummy. From there, he started to place slow and soft kisses from below your chest and leading down to underneath your belly button. These actions were making you go crazyâmaybe it has been too long since youâve been touched this way by Yoongi.
He stops giving your tummy kisses when he reaches the spot under your belly button, making you whine out a little âpleaseâ.
âMmm?â He hums, looks up at you as he sits back up to admire you. âWhat baby? You want me to go further, donât you?â
You nod at him, your eyes telling him that you need more.
He gives you a lopsided smile before bringing his head to the side of yours, his lips slightly grazing the shape of your ear.
âI donât fuck just anyone anymore, remember? My girlfriend is the only person I ever want to fuck.âÂ
What a damn smart ass.
Heâs already pulling away chuckling before you could wrap yourself around him to keep him on top of you.
âWhaat?!â You whined, ââbut Yoongi!â
Heâs laying in between your legs, arms wrapped around your hips as he nuzzles the side of his head on your tummy. You watch him get comfortable and his breathing slows.Â
âYoongi,â you gently pat his head in annoyance.
Silence.
âYoongi, wake up,â you huff.
Nothing.
The exhaustion finally caught up to him and made this man fall asleep on you just like that.
You grumble to yourself in annoyanceâa perfectly good plan gone to waste. You do your best to shove him off you (of course it took a couple tries). Once you finally got him off you, you took your needy ass home.
That was just it.
Hoseok could deal with this man when he gets home!
â
You honestly couldnât wrap your head around the fact that youâre in this position right now. The Yoongi you were seeing now was a complete 180 from the one you were dealing with yesterday.
âWhatâs with the little outfit you have underneath your hoodie, princess? Were you already expecting me to come over?â
His smile is cheeky, the thought of you waiting for him to come home in that outfit got him smiling like crazy.Â
Fuckâit made him way too happy.
You hum, carefully picking out your words.
âI was going to film something.â
âYeah?â His eyes widen, and his imaginary tail starts to wag. âas a congratulatory gift, huh?âÂ
âThat⌠or a âsorry-you-failed-youâll-get-it-next-timeâ gift,â you chuckle.
He scoffs at your words.
âYou thought I wouldnât pass?â
âI mean there was a possibility, wasnât there, Yoongi?â
He chuckles, bringing his eyes from you down to your thighs.
âYou donât get it, baby,â he hums, fingers lightly grazing down your thigh, âyou told me youâd be all mine if I passed this exam.â He pauses, removing his fingers from your thigh and brings his face closer to your skin, pressing chaste kisses that lead up to your inner thigh. He gently bites down, earning a little yelp from you.
Yoongi sits up to face you eye-to-eye again, admiring the annoyed look on your cute face yet there was a slight shift in his demeanor.
âThereâs no way Iâd ever want to lose to a prize like that, baby. And even if I werenât able to pass that exam, you know damn well that Iâll make sure to make you want to be mine.â
He stares at you, mentally undressing you causing him to lick his lips. The way he looked at you made you feel small, despite his eyes flickering from your eyes, down to your lips, and to your bare legs. It suddenly felt embarrassing to be wearing such an outfit under a hoodie while being in front of Yoongi.Â
As if he could sense your feelings, he gets off the bed and grabs your swivel chair from your desk, placing it right in front of the end of the bed. He takes a seat, leaning back with his legs spread and arms crossed over his chest.
âShow me what you were about to film.â
âYoongiâ,â you mess with the bottom of your hoodie, pulling it down to cover yourself some more, ââyou know I canât â.â
âShow. Me.â He interrupts, words sharp. His voice was low and demandingâand you hate to admit it but it was definitely turning you on.
You swallowed hard, awkwardly clearing your throat before answering him.Â
âIâmâuhâ,â you croaked.
âWhat is it?âÂ
âMyâumâŚ,â you mumbled ââŚitâs in the drawer on your right.â
He raises an eyebrow, turning to his side to pull open the drawer of your dresser. He rummages through it without looking until he feels a particular item he can already recognize. The boy brings it out, holding it in front of him with a snicker.
âYou were going to use this too?â Heâs waving it around, a big smile on his face.
Your grow even more embarrassed, face flushed. You look down, avoiding his gaze as you sheepishly nod your head.
âWhat a treat,â he hums, âbut donât you need to prepare yourself before using your little toy?â
You lift your head up only to find him still watching you with a teasing smile.Â
âLet me see how you get yourself all nice and wet, princessâthen Iâll hand this over to you.â
As youâre sitting on top of your legs in a kneeling position, you bring your thighs a little closer to each otherâand he immediately notices it.
Heâs tipping his head upwards, giving you a signal to âgo onâ.Â
You could just not listen to him but in all honesty, youâve been waiting so long to become intimate with him again. And knowing himâespecially from what happened the other dayâheâd definitely tease the shit out of you and not give you what you want if you donât follow his orders.
You try to brush off the nerves you were feeling, moving your legs from underneath. Your legs were spread apart, knees bent and feet on top of the bed, giving him a good view of your skimpy, sheer underwear you chose to wear today. He could already tell you were wetâjust from a quick glance at your panties heâs already spotted a little wet patch.
With just your index and middle finger, you take the two digits and place them over your panties and on top of your clit, rubbing it in small and slow circles. You were already closing your eyes, throwing your head back while moaning softly. Maybe it was the effect of his presence or just him overall but you felt even more turned on than when you do this by yourself.
âPanties to the side, princess.â
You do as he says, feeling the surge embarrassment run through you, causing your face to grow hot and red. You continue to slowly rub your wet clit, with your head turned to the side as you whimper and moan all while avoiding him.
âDonât avoid your pussy, baby. It needs some attention too,â he hums, âput a finger in.â
You look at him, biting down on your lip as you remove your fingers from your clit.
You hesitate a bit before slowly inserting your middle finger into your heat, pumping it in and out as you turn your head away from him to avoid his gaze. You bit down on your lip with enough pressure to leave indents, suppressing your moans from Yoongi.
âSo good baby, youâre such a good girl.â He coos.
âYour pussy is just sucking your finger right in, princess,â he chucked, âmaking a whole mess just from one finger.â
You ignored his comments, torn between concentrating imagining that your fingers were his own or his cock that were filling up your pussy, or the fact that you wanted to hide yourself and your moans from the man in front of you. God, itâs embarrassingâto be exposed and to be playing with your most private part right in front of a man you were head over heels for. Yoongi, however, wasnât having it. He thought this whole thing was the biggest turn on heâs ever had. You were the sexiest girl on earth to him, especially with the nice treat of you playing with yourself.Â
âNnngghâahh~!â You yelped, quickly looking down to see the man in between your legs, eyes dark as he lapped up your overflowing essence. Your movements stutter, and he takes that as an opportunity to move your hand away and replace it with his, making you a bit noisier than before. He pulls his face away, thumb playing with your clit as he keeps eye contact with you.
âThere we go, baby. Donât hide that pretty face from me,â he smirks. It was easy for him to read youâhe already knew that you would try to avoid his gaze. Heâs tossing your pink dildo on the bed, removing his hand from your clit. He places each hand on the back of your thigh of each leg, pressing your legs against the sides of your chest and nearly folding you in half. This position was one of his favoritesâhe was always able to see everything while he ate you out.
He keeps a tight hold on your legs, making sure they stay in place. He switches from using a flat tongue while moving his head side to side to using just the tip of his tongue to stimulate your sensitive and erect clit before sucking itâcompletely indulging in all your juices that were flowing out of you.Â
âW-wait!âplease!â you squealed.
He has you squirming, lifting your hips in an attempt to get it away or closer to his face. The noises he made were obsceneâ loud slurps, low hums. He ran his tongue up and down your slit, lapping up the essence you produced. He uses that thick piece of muscle to probe at your hole, plunging it in and out of you. He buried his face into your pussy, his tongue moving around your hole as his nose brushes against your bead, allowing him to inhale the sweetest scent of you.
He loved watching the look you had on your faceâcheeks brushed red, mouth hanging open, eyebrows furrowed. It was a sexy lookâand being in this position where he had a good view of your lower half and your face could almost make him cum. He removes his hold from one leg, bringing that free hand to easily slide two fingers in you as he abuses your clit with his mouth, causing you to let out a strained gasp.
âY-yoonâŚgi~!â You cried.
He hums against your clit before removing himself.
âFuck, princessâ,â he curls his fingers upwards as he thrusts them into you, ââyou taste so damn good.â
âPleaseâ! Need you!â
Heâs chuckling at youâthought that you looked so damn adorable that he was contemplating to tease the shit out of you or completely fuck your brains out.
âYeah? You need my cock, huh, baby?â With his two fingers in your pussy, he uses his thumb to rub your clit, causing you to clench around him. He becomes more aggressive with his thrusting of his fingers.
âHhhnnghhâ!â You squeak, feeling yourself about to reach your high. Youâre gripping onto the sheets, arching your back. Right thereâit was right there. You could feel the way he was trying to get you to release. But once you almost felt that wave of pleasure, it was quickly taken away from you. Your legs shake and you clench around nothing.
âYou owe me a show, princess,â the man hums, bringing the wet digits to his mouth. He spreads his two fingers apart, making a v-shape as he takes his tongue and licks around his fingersâthe slick, sticky essence coating themâ all while making sure to maintain eye contact with you.
âYooonggiiâ,â you whined with a pout, bringing your legs together to rub your thighs against each other to feel something. âWas almost there, Yoongi~,â you mumble with a pout, innocent eyes glistening at him.Â
Heâs standing up as you spoke, chuckling at how desperate you looked.Â
âGod, youâre fucking cute.â
It was clear to him how badly you wanted him to continue. But he had to hold himself back because he just had to play around with you. The man reaches over the bed to grab the sex toy he tossed earlier, holding up to show it to you.
âI got you all ready for this, baby. Show me how you use it.â
You look at him with a flushed face, lips pouting at the fact he wasnât going to continue what he was doing earlier. It was annoyingâstopping you from cumming just because he wants to see you ride your dildo. You were hoping the pleading look on your face would change his mindâmake him want to continue, but he doesnât budge. You slightly roll your eyes at him, reposition yourself to sit up in front of him on your knees again.Â
He smirks, satisfied with how well youâre listening to him even though he can see right through you. Yoongi gently tosses the dildo in front of you before taking a seat. You took the toy into your hands, holding it as if it was a foreign object to you.Â
âGo on, baby.â He hums, keeping his eyes on you. He looked relaxed; slightly slouched against the chair with his legs manspreading.Â
You huff, mustering up the courage and to mentally preparing yourself to do such a lewd act in front of him (even though the two of you have already slept with each other and seen one another naked and whatnotâŚ). You lift yourself up, standing on your knees with them slightly spread apart. You hold the bottom of your hoodie underneath your chin, which exposes just your tummy, while you try to position the toy underneath you. You bring your panties to the side to expose yourself, brushing just the tip against your slit which makes you clench around nothing. You slowly sink down once you feel yourself wrap around the tip.Â
âHaaa~,â you gasp, tilting your head back as you sink down even further. Youâre a whimpering, mumbling mess when you have it completely in youâand fuck has it been a long time since youâve actually used it or been fucked by Yoongi. You allow yourself to get yourself adjusted.
He focuses on how your face scrunches up and how your mouth hangs open, since youâve let go of the bottom part of your hoodie and is now covering where all the action was.Â
You missed this feeling of being full that it was making you go crazy. You wanted to stay like this, but for some reason you felt like wanting to move. You lift your hips up in an attempt to have the toy just barely in you, but it doesnât slide out of you so you sit down again.
âYour pussy isnât letting it go, princess. Youâre gripping it so tightly,â he chuckles, leaning forward so that heâs closer to you and the bed. âIâll hold it for you, baby.â
You nod, lifting your legs up as you try to relax yourself, letting your dildo slide out and onto the bed. You stood there on your knees, waiting for him to do something.
He brings his hand to the bottom of your hoodie.
âHold this up with your mouth for me, baby. Make sure this part is the part youâre holding with your mouthâ
You look at him a bit weird, not fully understanding his specific request but you do it anyway. You bring the fabric up to your mouth, now completely revealing your lingerie to him.
AhâŚWhat a smartass.
He notices you roll your eyes at him, making him chuckle. He takes the sex toy and holds it with the base in his palm.
âAlright, baby. Go at it.â Heâs positioned the dildo underneath you, waiting for you to get on it again.Â
The two of you make eye contact as you slowly sink down again. You feel the tip of the toy brush against your wet folds, causing you to bite down on the fabric a little harder than before.Â
Why are you more excited? Is it because of Yoongi?Â
Fuck, you wanted him badly.
As you slowly slide yourself down on the dildo, youâre immediately throwing your head back again, breaking eye contact but he continues to watch you. You feel yourself reach the end of it, only for you to immediately raise your hips and again to slowly start moving up and down. You find a rhythm as you bounce on the toy, your hands finding their way to massage your breasts, massaging them with the lingerie still on as your moans are slightly muffled from the fabric in your mouth.Â
âLook at you playing with yourself. You look so sexy, princess. You were going to film something like this for me, right baby?â He hums, reaching over in his pocket to take out his phone. He opens up the camera app, tilting his phone upwards to get the whole view of you and starts to record you. âI'll help you and be your cameramanâlook at the camera, princess.â
At first he gets a shot of all of youâyou glancing down at him and the camera with a flushed face before quickly throwing your head back, hands grabbing at your own breast over the sheer fabric covering them, your hips moving on its own as you bounced up and down. He then pans the camera to your pussy swallowing up your dildo.
âYeah, keep moving like that, baby. Youâre making such a creamy mess on your dildo like a good girl. Youâre gripping so hardâfuck, baby,â he groans lowly.
He watches the way all your overflowing juices were pooling at the base of the dildo and makes sure to get a good shot of it before tossing it to the side.
âTake the hoodie off, baby.â
You do as he says, tossing the fabric somewhere on the floor. He takes in the way you looked in the skimpy piece of clothing you wore underneath.Â
God, you blew him away.Â
You were just so. damn. beautiful.Â
The white made you look heavenlyâangelic, actually. And the lacey, sheer fabric that covered you wasnât necessary at this point, but damn did it do a good job at catching his eye. The set you had on also had some frills on it, along with a little bow in the middle of your waistband and of your bra. It all suited youâit was perfectly made for you.
He literally just couldnât take his eyes off of you.
With his free hand, he caresses the curve of your waist to the curve of your hips. He takes a finger and curls it underneath the thin waistband of your panties, following it slowly until he removes it once he reached the middle of your thigh. Yoongi brings his hand up to your chest, using his index finger and thumb to pinch your erect nipple right through the sheer fabric.
âHaaahh~,â you stutter in your movements, letting out an airy moan.
God, he needed you so bad.
He takes the hand that is holding your dildo, flicking his wrist upwards, causing you to fall forwards and pause your movements. He slides your dildo back out, only just to slam it back in and keep it at a steady paceâfucking you with your dildo as you stay still leaning over him. His free hand goes to the side of your ass, helping you stay up.
âYoongiâ!â You whine, your arms making its way to link behind the manâs neck. Your chest is nearly pressed against his face, giving him the opportunity to grab a mouthful of your breast.Â
The man encases your hard nipple through the fabric in his mouth, biting down on it enough to get another moan of his name out of your mouth.
âNnnghh~!â You squeal, pulling him closer to you.Â
He then begins to suck on your nipple, toying with the metal bar thatâs pierced right through it. With how sheer the fabric is, heâs practically sucking on you rather than the fabric.
Your legs begin to shake as he starts to pick up the pace with your dildo. You could feel that high again, the same feeling you felt earlier when he was eating you out like a goddamn monster.
âYoongi!â You chant with your mouth slightly hung open, âplease! Right thereâ!â
Heâs slamming the dildo inside you, filing you all the way. Heâs hitting the spot that made you roll your eyes backwards, your mouth hanging open and spewing nonsense.
He removes himself from your breast, pulling back to take a look at your face, admiring how sexy you are. Godâhe canât get over you.
âGo ahead and cum for me, baby,â he mumbles lowly, âlose yourself already.â
He uses the hand on your ass to guide you on your dildo while the other hand has it sliding in and out of you. He brings his lips to your collarbone, trailing kisses towards and up your neck.
You breathe heavily, mouth hung wide open as pleasure takes over you. It almost felt like you were being fucked by him, but it was nearly enough.Â
âYoongiâyoongi!â You chant before losing yourself. You rest your head on his shoulder, listening to your heart pound crazy while you catch your breath.Â
âGood job, baby, you did so good.â He kisses the side of your head, slowly removing the dildo from your pussy, earning a little whine from you.
He lets you sit down on his clothed lap, your wetness probably leaving marks on his sweats. At this point, you could most definitely feel how hard he was right now. You lift your head up and look at him with fucked out eyes. Your hands were clasped behind his neck, while his hands rested on your waist.
You grind yourself against his hard erection, hoping he gets the hint that you wanted him now instead of having you beg for it.
The corner of his mouth lifts up to a small smirk.
Heâs lifting you up as he gets you both off the bed. Heâs turning around, gently bringing you down on top of the bed.
âLie down for me, baby,â his voice low.
He gets a view of you again in your sexy lingerie. Yes, this fucking sexy ass lingerieâgod, all the mental photos he has of you will definitely be on repeat in his mind. He didnât want to remove it. I meanâit would be a waste if he had to. Just the look of you in such a pretty yet skimpy outfit made him go crazy.Â
You attempt to be quick with closing your legs again, keeping some modesty. However, he was able to beat you by bringing his hands on either of your legs and pushing them slightly down to keep you wide open for him.
âSo pretty,â he mumbles under his breath as he salivates at the look of your body. You grew embarrassed again, having the urge to shut your legs to cover you up but Yoongi was too strong for you.
âCan you tell me what you want next, baby?â
You already knew he was going to tease youâactually he probably just wanted to hear those words come right out of your mouth. It would be music to his ears.
âYoongi, pleaseâŚ,â you mumble, âdonât you want to fuck me?â You give him the most innocent doe eyes that you could, hoping he could lose himself already.
He chuckles.
âOf course, princess,â he brings himself closer to you, taking his painful erection and grinds himself against your slick, teasing your little hole. âYou want me to fuck you like this? With my clothes on? Itâs making such a mess on my pants, baby.â
You bite down on your bottom lip, shaking your head no. You wanted more, and you know that he knows that already.
âThought so,â he hums. âBe specific, baby. Tell me what you want me to do.â
You hesitate a bit, but his teasing was enough to make you more upfront with what you wanted.
âTake your clothes off too, Yoongi.â
âMmmâŚwere you feeling alone?â
âExtremely, Yoongiâ
He chuckles as he removes every piece of his clothing from his body, tossing it wherever in the room.
âCanât let my baby feel that way,â he hums.
Your eyes go from his to below his waist, watching him slowly remove his boxers and revealing his cock. It was thick and long, an angry red at the tip with a bit of precum oozing out.Â
Your hand gravitates towards it, holding it by the base and squeezing it a little. You completely forgot how big and girthy he was. As you slide your hand up and down his cock, you got him lowly groaning while you thought to yourself about whether or not this thing could fit in you again. But fuckâyou wanted him so bad.Â
ââŚplease Yoongi,â you remove your hand from his cock, looking up at him, âfuck me already.â
Heâs smiling, bringing his cock closer to your core. He takes his thumb to push his cock on top of your slit, and keeps it there. He slides himself back and forth, coating himself with your slick, teasing you as he rubs the tip of his cock against your clit.
You let out a little whine from his touch.Â
âWant your cock inside me, Yoongi,â you mumble.
Heâs leaning forward to press a chaste kiss on your forehead, his facing hovering yours.
âItâs all yours, baby.â
Heâs leans in again to steal a passionate kiss from you, while he slowly pushes his cock inside your soaked hole. You slightly pull away from him, your mouth hanging open, spewing out soft moans as he fills you up.Â
He gives you the chance to get used to him being inside you. And fuck, did he miss your fucking pussy.Â
He pulls his hips back, letting you miss the feeling of him filling you up before he slams himself right back into you again.
âHaaah~! Yoongi!â You say breathlessly. Your hands crawl to hold the sides of his face, as he continues to leave a trail of scattered kisses from the side of your neck and down to your chest. Heâs pulling the cup of your bra down, exposing you before he latches on to your pierced nipple.Â
He starts to pick up the pace as he thrusts into you; finally leaving your breasts alone with hickies that mark you as his. He stands straight to look down at you, watching you writhing underneath him. He pulls the other cup to your bra to expose the other perky and pierced breast. His eyes mesmerized by the face you were making as you were getting fucked by him, your tight pussy sucking him right up, and your tits bouncing everywhereâgod it felt like they made him even harder.
âFucking gorgeous,â he grunts as he thrusts into you, âyouâre all mine, huh?â
You let out little more whimpers and moans, unable to make out any sentences. He chuckles, wanting to see you lose more of yourself. He lifts your leg and puts it over your shoulder, wanting to penetrate you even deeper. He takes his right thumb and gives it a quick lick with his tongue before placing it right on your clit, rubbing it in circles.
âNnngghâah! Yoongi!â You yelp.
âMy pretty girl. You take me in so well, huh?â
He watches you let out louder moan, realizing that his cock grazed your most sensitive spot.
Heâs snapping his hips hard against you. He lifts his knee up to place it on the bed, angling himself so that he could continuously hit that spot that had you rolling your eyes back. He presses down on your clit harder, torturing it with quick and small tracings of a circle.
Youâre mumbling nonsense, spewing out whatever came out of your mouth. He could feel you tightening around him, making him let out another groan.
He looks down at the area where you two were connected, admiring the creamy mess you were making on his dick. His eyes wander upwards to your heavenly body. Then up to your cute face, making all kinds of sounds as he pounded youâGod, heâs actually going insane, he was grunting with every thrust.Â
âW-wait! Haahnngh~! Yoongi!â You bring a hand to his abdomen, weakly trying to push him away as heâs drilling himself inside of you.Â
âPlease!â You whined, âs-somethingâs coming out!âÂ
A soft smile slowly forms on the manâs face as he watches yoursâmouth hung open, nonsense whining. You were writhing underneath him, trying to get away from him but he wouldnât let you. He presses a soft kiss on your forehead before putting more strength into his thrusts.
âYoongi!â You yelped, letting out helpless whines as you can feel yourself about to reach your high.Â
Your hands wrap around his back, your sharp nails scratching him enough to show red lines and possibly make him bleed.Â
He gives a final thrust, causing you to squirt all over his pelvis area and onto the bed when he removes himself from your hole.
âFuckâŚ,â he grumbles under his breath.
He watches your chest move up and down, eyes closed as youâre still trying to recover from what just happened.
âYou made a fucking mess, baby. You squirted all over me.â
Your eyes shot open, propping yourself up with your elbows to look down at what you did.
âI justâŚ?â You lay yourself down again, covering your eyes in humiliation. Itâs the first time youâve done that before. âYoongiâthis is so embarrassing,â you whined.
âEmbarrassing?â Heâs leaning forward to kiss the back of your hands before gently removing them away from your face, eyes now on him. âThat was sexy as fuck, baby.â
Heâs lifting you to sit you up before he carries you again. He sits first on the edge of the bed, placing you on his lap while facing forward. Right in front of you, you had a view of the two of your naked, sweaty bodies. Hickies scatter across your chest, your legs spread apart and glistening from you making the biggest mess. You feel your cheeks grow red from looking at yourself.
He helps remove your sheer, lace bra off. His hands roam around until they glide up and down the sides of your waist.
âLook how sexy you are, baby. So, so fucking sexy.â
Heâs tapping on the side of your ass, signaling for you to lift your bottom just a bit, which you did, as he helps you remove your panties. He holds his cock up, and helps you guide your hips to it. You slowly slide down on his cock, fully taking him whole, causing you to let out a shaky moan.
âBring your feet up, baby.â
You do it, placing one foot on either side of him and near the edge of the bed. He has his chest against your back, an arm holding your waist to keep you steady while his other hand is pushed against the bed behind him to hold him up.
âBounce for me, princess. And keep your eyes on the mirror. Need you to see what I see when I fuck you.â
You bite down on your lip, looking at him through the mirror and he tips his head again telling you to âgo onâ. You slowly lift your hips up, feeling somewhat empty without his cock in you, until you drop yourself down on him. The fullness had you moaning out his name, throwing your head back in pleasure.
âI told you to watch yourself, didnât I?â
You keep a steady pace on his cock, your eyes closed and mouth hanging open again.
ââŚtoo embarrassingâ,â you moan.
He scoffs, annoyed with your response. He wanted you to see how you lookedâhow your body reacts when you have his cock stuffed inside of you. He wasnât going to let that answer slide.
The man hooks his arms under the back of your knees, carrying you while he keeps himself in you. Your eyes flash open when you feel yourself in the air.
âW-wait! Yoongi!â Your hands go to your face to cover your eyes. You lay your back more against him to keep yourself from falling forward.
Heâs moving you on his cock with no difficulties. He has you bouncing up and down, while youâre still trying to process whatâs going on.
âLook at how much of a slut you fucking look like, princess,â his voice low and gravely.Â
The contrast of his words turn you on. Peaking through your fingers, you catch a glimpse of your glistening, naked body.Â
âRemove them, now.â
You swallow hard, finally facing yourself. Your eyes wander, watching the way your pussy took in your boyfriendâs cock, how you were making such a damn mess on it, the way your perky breasts bounced around while he thrusted upwards into your pussy. It was all so vulgarâa dirty scene that came out of a porno.
âYeah, thatâs it, baby. This is the view that I getâandIâm the only one who gets to have this view.â
Despite feeling slightly embarrassed about watching yourself, you couldnât help but feel a bit more turned on. Who knew you could make such a dirty yet sexy expression?
Youâre furrowing your eyebrows, mouth hung open as you whimper and moan. Your hand travels down to your lower abdomen, holding it there to feel a slight bulge whenever Yoongi pushes himself in you. It was actually insane to you to be able to feel and see this.
âGo lower, baby. Play with yourself.â
Your hand slowly inches lower, grazing your skin. You take a finger and draw small, slow circles on your clit. You watch yourself through the mirror, your eyes flickering to watch your scrunched up face to how Yoongi was pounding your pussy while you played with your swollen, sensitive bead.
âFuckâthatâs it baby. You listen so well,â he grunts.Â
He adjusts his hold under you, making it more comfortable for him to slide you in and out of him while he fucks you harder underneath. He was basically doing bicep curls at this pointâhis muscles were nearly on fire but he couldnât care any less.
âMore pressure baby.â
You follow his commands, and you have yourself throwing your head back again as you lose yourself. Your sensitive clit makes your hips shake, causing you to squeeze tightly around him. You hear Yoongi slightly growl in your ear, going crazy because of you.Â
âYouâre milking my cock so hardâyou want my cum that bad, huh?â His voice was gruff.
He holds you a bit lower, stopping his little bicep curls and instead continues to fuck you from underneath at a faster pace and with more forceful thrusts.
âNggghâahh~!â You yelp from the change in speed.
âDonât fucking remove your fingers. Keep playing with yourself.â
You were nearly seeing stars again. You couldnât think straight. But you could feel that same feeling you felt earlier, and you knew you just couldnât hold that knot in your stomach anymore.
âFâfuck! Yoongi! Ahâ!â You cried, âcumming!â
âFucking cum for me, baby. Lose yourself already.âÂ
Heâs thrusting you with all the power he can, while his face was stuck on watching your reaction on your airbrushed slightly red face.Â
Soon, he's pulling out of your slippery, wet hole. Your mouth makes an âoâ shape, before crying out Yoongiâs name as you orgasm again. Your body fluids shot out of you and coating the mirrorâand you squirt again, just as he was wanting to get you to do.Â
Your head falls back against his shoulder, eyes closed as you were trying to catch your breath. You could feel your hips still twitching from being so sensitive. This was something youâve never experienced before.Â
Heâs kissing the side of your head, mumbling sweet words. He gently lays you back down on the bed on your back, allowing you some time to relax for a bit. You can feel the mix of his and your fluids seeping out of your hole, dripping down to your other puckered hole.
Your eyes flutter open and they couldnât help but take a quick scan at the naked manâs body that stood in front of you. As you look lower, you canât help but notice that his cock was still painfully hard, standing up straight with a slight curve to it.
He towers over you, watching every small movement you make. Although he was being sweet to give you some time to rest, by the look he was making you could tell he was hungrily waiting for the next round. He licks his lips as a lazy smile forms on his face as your eyes finally meet.
âYoongiâŚ,â you mumble. Your hand makes its way to his length, wrapping your fingers around it. Your essence still coats him, making it slippery enough for you to slowly stroke his cock. You look up at him with half-lided eyes.
He lowly groans in pleasure, throwing his head back for a second before bringing it back to look at you.
âMmmâŚyes, baby?âÂ
âAll that fucking and youâre still so hard?â
Heâs laughing, an odd thing to do when someone is giving you a handjob.Â
âI canât get enough of you, baby.â
âYeah?â You hum, slowing your movements.Â
He takes his hand and wraps it around yours, helping you pump his cock before he starts to guide it to your slit. The two of you drag the tip against your wet folds.
âLooks like itâs the same for you too, baby. Youâre fucking wet again.â Heâs pushing himself into you again, the two of you letting go of his cock. He slowly sinks in, getting a little whimper out of you.
âAll that fucking and youâre still clenching onto me so tightly, baby. You really love my cock inside you, huh?â
Heâs pulling out, still keeping the tip in, before he thrusts back into you.Â
âMmmph~! F-fuckâŚ! Yesss, Yoongi.â
Heâs chuckling again, keeping his pace steady.
âYeah?â He hums, bringing one of your legs over his shoulder. He wraps his arm around your thigh to keep it steady. Taking his free hand, he uses it to press firmly against your lower abdomen. Youâre mumbling nonsense again from this new feeling of pleasure.
âGodâI fucking love you,â he grunts, bringing your other leg over his shoulder. Heâs leaning against you, practically folding your body in half just to reach you even deeper. This position had you rolling your eyes back, reaching for any body part of him to dig your fingernails into his skin. Yoongi would switch it up at timesâfrom giving you fast yet shorter strokes to taking his sweet time as he pulls himself nearly all the way out just to slowly bring himself back in. However, he made it his goal to make sure every thrust was sharp enough to bruise your cervix.Â
Your mouth hangs open, nothing but airy moans escaping from it with every thrust he makes. He brings his face to yours, using this opportunity to probe his tongue into your mouth. His tongue dances along with yours before he captures it in his mouth. Heâs sucking on it, eliciting more moans from you but he removes himself to swallow them. You pull away to catch your breath, the knot in your stomach becoming tighter.
âGonnaâŚcumâ,â you mumble under your breath.Â
Yoongi huffs, giving you small pecks on the sides of your mouth. He really didnât need you to let him know. He could already tell by the way your insides were clamping onto him.Â
Heâs quickly removing himself from you, denying your orgasm. The man watches your hips move in desperation, your hole spasming around nothing as he helps you rest your legs on the bed.
âYoongiiiâhnnghâŚ,â you cried, voice whiney. âSo mean,â you quietly mumble.
He smirks at your words.
Without any word, he rolls you onto your stomach. The man lifts your hips upwards to have your ass sticking up and spreads your legs apart. He pushes the upper portion of your body against the mattress, your arms cushion your head as you lay there. With his large hand, he presses on the small of your back, helping you with a deeper arch.Â
âBeg for my cock, baby.â
You turn your head around to look back at him, shaking your head in disagreement while he has you in this position.
His left eyebrow lifts up and a dark chuckle escapes his lips.
âYou were behaving so well earlier, princess.â He hums, taking his dick and running it through your wet folds to collect your arousal. âNow you want to be a brat?â
âDonât want to beg anymore,â you mumble.
He scoffs. âSo should I end it here?â
âGo ahead. Iâll find someone else who could do a better job then. They would let me cum.â
He smacks the sides of your ass, getting a yelp out of you.
âWatch your mouth.â
âMaybe I can call up this one guyâ.â
He grasps the sides of your ass, spreading them apart to reveal your needy pink, dripping hole. He slowly sinks into you, causing you to let out a shaky moan. Yoongi keeps still inside of you, making sure youâre taking in all of him.
âYou only need me, babyâyour fucking boyfriend. Iâm the only one who gets to see you this way and get you to cum.â
He canât help but absolutely hate the sound and the thought of you with another man. It drove him crazy just hearing you mention âsome other guyâ.
Your eyebrows furrowed together, little moans coming out of you as being stuffed with his dick made you go dumb in the head.
ââYoongiânggghâ! Move!â
He lifts your hips higher, pressing the small of your back to get you to arch your back more. He leans over you, his pelvis pressed against your ass, making you feel his dick even further in you, causing you to let out a swear. He leaves gentle kisses on the back of your naked shoulder.
âSay please,â he mumbles into your skin.
âFâfuck, Yoongi!â You grumble, annoyed at his words.
He waits patiently, letting his silence and your soft whimpers fill the air. The man couldnât care less if he had to stay in the position for hoursâhe loved the feeling of your soft, warm, and wet pussy pulsating around him.Â
And with that, you knew you couldnât win.
 ââPleaseâ!â You cry out.Â
âRemind me who I am again.â
ââboyfriend!â You quickly spat out, desperate for him to move already.
âYou gonna be a good girl for me again?â
Youâre quick to nod your head âyesâ.
He grins at your response, happy with how easy he can get you to be submissive when youâre full of his cock.
âNow was that so hard to do, princess?â
Heâs pulling out, just the tip barely in you.
ââŚannoying,â you mumble under your breath.
He slams himself into you again, causing you to moan out his name.
âYeah? Iâm annoying too, huh? A big mean, annoying boyfriend, right?â His voice was low and gravelly.
He starts to find a rhythm and pace as he starts to pound your pussy. Snapping his hips to make sure his skin hits against yours as loud and as hard as he can, the noises filling the room and the skin of your ass slowly turning a shade of red.
Heâs searching for your dildo that was thrown somewhere nearby. Once he finds it, heâs immediately taking it. He leans over you as he fucks you, placing the dildo in front of you. Yoongi halts his movements, removing himself from you.
âYoongi~,â you whine, swaying your ass side to side. You push your hips back, trying to find him so you could reconnect again.
God, this viewâthis scenario. Itâs all he could easily get used to.
âCâmon, baby you canât be doing that to me,â he slightly groans, âyouâre driving me crazy.â
âPlease,â you mumble, bringing your hands behind you. You place one hand on the sides of your ass, gently spreading it apart so that Yoongi has a better view of your weeping hole. You turn your head to look back at him as you hold yourself in this position, swaying your ass side to side. âPlease go crazy and fuck me already, Yoongi.â
What a fucking invite.
âFuck,â he hissed, running his hand through his wet hair. He could feel all the blood in his body rushing to his cock, making him painfully harder. His mind went damn blank just from hearing you say that while being in such a pornographic position.Â
You seriously knew how to turn him on.Â
How fucking dangerous.
Heâs bringing himself closer to you, rubbing his erect cock in between your ass, allowing it to slide back and forth. It gets you impatient, causing you to wiggle your ass again as he continues with his movements.
âBe a good girl and keep that dildo in your mouth while I fuck you, alright princess?â He gives the side of your ass another gentle slap as a form of encouragement.
Yoongi patiently waits for you to start bobbing your head, along with the vulgar slurping noises you obnoxiously made.
Did you really enjoy having that dildo inside your mouth when he was right behind you?
He mentally scoffs out of jealousy, knowing that he shouldnât be feeling this way at all.Â
You became louder with your muffled moans once Yoongi was inside of you again, making those dumb thoughts disappear. The view of you being filled up both way clearly made him way too hardâhe was instantly fucking you at a brutal pace, almost as if he hasnât touched you in ages.
Heâs rougher this time; using one hand to gather your hair and make a makeshift ponytail just to wrap it around his hand to help you guide your head along your dildo while the other free hand is gripping the side of your ass as he fucked you from behind.
âYouâre so fucking good, baby. Sucking on your dildo while I fuck you senseless, just like a pretty little slut you are.âÂ
His thrusts had more force to them, your skin turning redder than before. He wanted to demolish you, make you melt underneath him. All you could do was hum into your dildo in pleasure, holding onto the base for dear life. You could feel tears threatening to spill out of your eyes whenever your dildo would reach deeper in your throat, causing you to gag on it. Of course, Yoongi thought all of this was sexy. God, it was fucking sexy.
He found that one spot again that has your mind spinning. The man angles himself so that he kept hitting that spot over and over again.
You immediately pull away from your dildo, drool escaping from the sides of your mouth.
âY-yoongiâ!â You yelped, your hands let go of the dildo after you toss it to the side, now gripping onto the sheets.
He releases his grip on your hair, moving his hand to the front of your neck to pull you up and your back arched against him, changing the position again. The other hand around your waist to keep you steady.
Yoongi brings the side of his head to yours.
âNot gonna let you get away from me,â his gravely voice whispers against your earâand god did that send tingles down your spine.
The pressure of his hand around your neck was pleasurable enough to keep you lightheaded. However that hand goes to toy with your breasts, fiddling with piercing and pinching your nipple before taking a big handful of your breast to massage it as he fucked you.
He finally brings his hand to your front, pressing his two fingers against your swollen and sensitive bead. You feel your hips twitch, unable to control your body movements. All you could feel in this moment was how hard the two of your heartbeats were and pure ecstasy. This man knew how to fuck. Scratch thatâhe knew how to fuck you. Heâs already memorized what had you throwing your head back, whatâs got you clenching so damn tightly around him, or what has you babbling nonsense just from fucking you a couple times.
âYoonâgi! Haaah~!â You turn your head to the side and towards him. He brings his face to yours, attacking your lips again before you pull away a moaning mess.
âFuckâyou take me in so goddamn good, baby,â he grunts, âyou wanna cum, huh, baby?â
Youâre nodding your head, feeling yourself nearly on the brink of losing yourself again. Heâs just about bruised your cervix enough and made your damn clit so swollen and sensitive to touch. You knew you were already making a mess around his dick.
He moves his hand away from your breast and around your waist again, embracing you and holding you tightly for whatâs yet to come. Your arms hold onto his arm with one of your hands interlocking with his, a gesture that had him feeling like his heart grew 10x in size. He loves you. Heâs way too in love with youâhead over heels at this point.
If it was even possible, heâs fucking you even harder. Grunting into your ear, telling you how good you are, how damn pretty you areâhow fucking perfect you are, practically made just for him. It was all enough for you to finally lose it, and it was the same for him too. Heâs groaning in pleasure when he feels your pussy twitching around him. His warm cum coats the inside of your walls before it oozes out when he removes himself. You fall forward and lay against the bed with your arms weakly holding you up. He watches the mixture of your cum slowly dripping out before he takes his two fingers to push it right back in, only for it to slip out again. Heâs quick to get the kleenex tissues to wipe you up, letting you have some time to catch your breath. Youâre rolling over to finally lay down on your side, watching the boy walk through the door.
âI went ahead and got the bath running, baby,â he hums, helping you sit back up. He pulls you onto his lap, pressing a gentle kiss against your temple.Â
âYouâre insane, Yoongi.â
âAm I?â He lazily smiles.
âI really donât know what possessed you back there.â
He laughs, âBaby, I havenât had a taste of you like that in so damn long. I couldnât help it.âÂ
Before you knew it, he had you relaxing in the bathtub while he cleaned up the room and got it ready with new sheets and all for the two of you to get some rest.Â
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You could feel Yoongiâs body pressed against your back; his arm sitting across your waist and his head nuzzled against the back of your head. This was all something you had never imagined for yourselfâto be lovingly cuddled like this after a long night with your now boyfriend who was an ex âfuckboyâ from your school, but itâs definitely something you could get used to.Â
You carefully remove yourself from his hold, quickly replacing yourself with one of your pillows. You glance over at him to see his sleeping figure one last time before leaving, and softly scoff with a smile on your face.Â
This man is actually very cute when heâs sound asleep.
You quietly pick out some new clothes before tip-toeing away to your bathroom across the hall to get yourself ready for that well-deserved shower.
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After putting on your clothes, you open the bathroom door, letting all the moisture and heat out. You take the time to gently brush your hair a little more after blow drying it, then applying some hair oil to the ends of it.
âYou canât just leave me like that and expect me to be okay with it.â
Your head quickly turns around to see the mumbling boy, squinting a half-asleep eye at you while using one of their fists to rub one of their other eye. You chuckle at his appearanceâhis naked torso and his boxers. He stood there in between the door frame, looking like an actual child who just woke up.
âIt was just a quick shower, babe.â You turn around to the mirror and continue what you were doing. âIâll be in the room soon.â
He grunts, making his way towards you as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against him and lays his head on top of your shoulder.
âYoongi~,â you whined with a soft chuckle.Â
âDonât call me that.â
âWhy not?â
âItâs only allowed in bed.â
âMm, so last night was just it, huh?â
He snorts with a chuckle at your comment, barely having enough energy to react a lot bigger.
ââOne timeâ my ass. Youâre stuck with me. Not letting you off that easy.â
He turns to your head and presses kisses to your hair. You bring a hand up to gently pat the side of his cheek.
âCongrats on passing the class,â you mumble, âand for finally getting that boyfriend title youâve been wanting.â
Yoongi turns to look at you with a big smile on his face through the mirror, your hand gently caressing the side of his face. The two of you turn to each other, pressing a small kiss on the lips before pulling away.
âI know a better way you could congratulate me.â
You immediately knew exactly what he was hinting.
âYou told me youâd give me whatever I want plus the boyfriend title.â
Fuckâyeah, you did promise that.
You sigh in defeat.
ââŚBreakfast first?â You bat your eyelashes at him, giving him that doe-eyed look that made his heart flutter like crazy.
He looks at you with so much adoration, in awe that this beautiful girl was finally his.Â
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JADEEEE i'd love to see an interaction between hotch and teacher!reader outside of school? maybe jack sees her first and step away from hotch for a moment to say hi, hotch gets scared when he realizes jack left but reader comes with him just a moment later because she's panicking too like 'why are you alone? where's your dad?' and jack takes her to him. is that ok??? i hope so! love you <3333
I love you ty for your request! âHotch flirts with Jackâs favourite teacher, because heâs never as subtle as he should be. fem, 2k
Jack reads a couple of books a week now his dad is home more often. His mom used to read to him some because he loves them, but she preferred to tell her own on the fly. His dad isnât as good a story teller, and when he does try the stories donât end up very happy, so they read. Sometimes two or three books a night if they're short ones.Â
With Jackâs library card they can borrow ten books. With his dadâs, another ten. Twenty altogether, enough to last the month if theyâre careful or if dad gets called away a lot, which he usually does.Â
âCan I look for Super Pup?â Jack asks his dad.Â
Aaron sits on a chair a little too small for him in the kids section. âWhat?â he asks, looking up from the back of the large picture book Jackâs just handed him.Â
âSuper Pup?âÂ
âIâll help, buddy.â Hotch looks like heâs going to stand, then hesitates. âIn a second. Donât go where I canât see you, Jackers.âÂ
Hotch is tired. He didnât come home until very late, but heâd woken Aunt Jess anyway and, when Jack woke, there his dad was sleeping in the beanbag by his bed. Heâs sore all over now and exhausted from a restless night. Jack feels sorry, as much as he can for being six nearly seven, but he also knows that his dad doesnât mind the hurting. It was nice to wake up together after a few days apart.Â
And now heâs brought him to the library, and after that theyâll go for groceries. Jack should be quick. If they get home before dinner time his dad will ask him if he wants to nap together, which is the best. They just lay there in the big bed with the fan on and snooze until itâs too late to cook, so his dad breaks out the takeout menus, and promises he wonât do it again with a quick hug from behind.Â
As though it makes him a terrible parent for feeding his kid. Jack canât know how guilty it makes Hotch feel to do it, and Hotch doesnât seem to notice how much Jack loves these days where his dad is exhausted and totally his.Â
Jack runs around looking for Super Pup. Hotchâs phone beeps in his pocket, and he fights to keep his eyes open.
A ways away, you browse the fiction section in a crouch, knees somehow totally under your skirt, flicking aside spines of skinny books for something you can read at lunch time. Something that doesnât require much attention, and could be read in short intervals. You used to demand a half hour to yourself when you first started teaching, but that was before the lonely kids started cropping up. Kids with no friends, or sad smiles, who want company and quiet alike.Â
You reach for a pink-spined Japanese translation as a little hand pats your elbow. Youâre so used to kids you say, âWhatâs up?â before you remember you arenât at work.Â
You turn in your crouch to look behind you. âOh, hi, Jack! What are you doing here?âÂ
âMe and dad are looking for books.âÂ
You smile at him genuinely, happy to see your favourite student, even if youâre terrified on the inside at the prospect of his father. Heâs the most gentlemanly man youâve ever met. Heâs arduous in how respectful he is, heâs understanding, and heâs tall, dark, and handsome. It is a chilling collection of traits. You stumble whenever you have to talk to him.Â
But Jack is easy. You and Jack talk every day. âWhat sorts of books? Just for fun?âÂ
âI want to read Super Pup.âÂ
The kids love Super Pup and his magic bark. You stand promptly, suddenly much taller than Jack as you brush down your skirt. âWait,â you say. Mr. Hotchner gets called away for work all the time, but he wouldnât leave Jack alone, would he? âWhereâs your dad? Youâre not by yourself, are you?âÂ
Jack laughs. âNo! Iâm looking for Super Pup! Dadâs tired.âÂ
You canât decipher exactly what those two things have to do with each other, but you can guess how panicked his dad will be to find Jack so far from the kidâs section. Fiction is the other side of the library. âHow did you end up over here?â You offer your hand. âShould we go back and find your dad?âÂ
âI saw your skirt, Miss L/N. I like the flowers.â
He takes your hand, clumsy to your gentleness. âThanks, honey. Letâs go find dad before he calls his scary friends and has your name on the news.âÂ
You get to the kids section slowly. Endearingly so, but nerve-wracking, too, because Mr. Hotchner can be intimidating. Jack likes holding your hand, you think, clinging to your fingers as he guides you across the library, past the staircase down to the first floor, and back to the kids section.Â
âJack?â Mr. Hotchner asks loudly, turned away from you both near the graphic novel selection. âJack.âÂ
âMr. Hotchner,â you say.Â
âDad!âÂ
He spins on his heel. His shoulders relax noticeably, but the stress in his gaze remains.Â
âJack, I said stay where I can see you,â he says, not half as scolding as he could be as Jack lets go of your hand and runs to his legs, where he stops. âPlease, buddy. You gotta listen to me.âÂ
Jack turns between you and his dad with a smile, âBut look, itâs Miss L/N.âÂ
âI can see,â he says softly.Â
Mr. Hotchner leans down, taking Jack up into his arms with impressive ease, and begins the walk to you where youâve stayed.Â
âI hope he didnât interrupt you,â he says.Â
âPlease,â you say, âheâs my favourite. Justââ You wince. âDonât tell anybody at school I said that, Jack. Please.âÂ
âI think we can keep this secret,â Mr. Hotchner says.Â
âHe was just telling me that youâre looking for Super Pup. If you donât find it, we have copies at the school library. And we can always order you one.âÂ
Mr. Hotchner gives you a small, and what you know to be rare, smile. âI donât think he even looked.âÂ
âI did look!â Jack disagrees, though his disagreement barely has any attitude to it, a credit to his upbringing.Â
âYou clearly werenât looking in the right place.âÂ
âI was too. How would you know, you were sleeping!âÂ
âI wasnât sleeping,â Mr. Hotchner says to you.Â
You tuck your hands behind your back. âItâs okay, Mr. Hotchner, I believe you. In my classroom we like to say weâre resting our eyes.âÂ
âAaron,â he says, as he says whenever you speak to each other, and as you always forget to call him. Not a demand but a suggestion youâd swear to be bordering affectionate.Â
Youâve been Jackâs teacher for two months this year, and almost the entire year previously. In the summer when they leave, youâll find out if youâre moving up a grade with him, but until then, youâve made the most of such a nice kid, and you arenât shy to tell that to Aaron. You donât mind that Jack spends his lunch time with you. He embodies all of the reasons that pushed you to become a teacher in the first place.Â
And his father is a good reason to stay. Heâs one of the only nice (hot) dads.Â
You do worry often that he can read your expression. His lips have quirked into a bemused smile, whatâs so funny? Heâs terrifying.Â
âAaron,â you rush to say, and fill the silence youâve made, âItâs nice to see you.âÂ
âItâs nice to see you, too. Youâll see me on Monday, so youâll be sick of me by Tuesday.âÂ
You rock ever so gently on your heels. âYou arenât working.âÂ
âItâs Jackâs birthday.âÂ
You nod, pleased. âI know! I know, we already talked about what cupcakes he wants, didnât we? Everybodyâs gonna have rainbow sprinkle, and for a treat weâre going to watch a movie before lunch.âÂ
âDo you do that for every kid?âÂ
âI do.âÂ
âHow do you afford it?â He lowers his gaze. âI just mean, itâs expensive to do that for every birthday.âÂ
âLuckily for me and unluckily for the kids, quite a few of them have birthdays outside of term time. Thirty students is three trays of ten, and that doesnât usually break the bank, even if things get tight. But⌠I donât know, I guess I just have to make room when it does. Itâs special to feel special, and,â âyou smile, exuberant and a little shy at once, clutching your elbow in your handâ âJack always makes everybody else feel special. âÂ
The boy in question turns into his fathers chest, pleased beyond words.Â
Aaron gives you a long, long look. âThank you,â he says.Â
âOh, youâre welcome.âÂ
You say goodbye to Aaron and Jack and wish them both a good weekend, which you spend wondering what the pressure of Aaronâs hand would be like on your shoulder, and if you should be ashamed of yourself for thinking about it at all. He seems like heâd give a good hug. You catch yourself picturing him opening a door and ban yourself from thinking of him at all.Â
Monday morning, you stand at the door ushering your students inside, and you canât help beaming when Jack and Aaron arrive.Â
âAw, Jack, whereâs your birthday badge?â you ask, fall air nipping your nose.Â
âHe was feeling too shy,â Aaron says. Heâs in casual dress again. Some men should be banned from half-zips, itâs inhumane.Â
âYou were?â You bend just a bit, hand in your pocket. âWell, I thought you might be, so I brought my badge from home. Itâs super shiny, bud. What do you think?âÂ
You show Jack the badge, Itâs My Birthday in silver against a rainbow backdrop.Â
Maybe it was silly to bring, but you had a feeling he wouldnât want to wear one, and maybe he should. He deserves for all his friends to give him some attention, and to have them fight over who gets to sit with him at lunch.Â
âWe have something for you,â Jack says.Â
You stand straight. âYou do?âÂ
Aaron hadnât been expecting to be the one to give it to you, that much is obvious. He hesitates for a second before he passes you a small brown box, the top of which is made up of four leaves folded into a dome. You have an inkling of what it might me.Â
âThank you⌠Can I open it now?â you ask.Â
âI think you should wait for lunch,â Aaron says.Â
You raise your eyebrows but abide by his suggestion, murmuring another thank you as Aaron bends to give Jack a hug. âHave a good day. Iâll be here to pick you up, I promise,â he says.
Itâs a great day. The kids are excited for cupcakes and overjoyed to get them before lunch. Not a crumb goes uneaten, and as they all sing for Jack with his borrowed badge, heâs actually happy for the attention. He doesnât eat with you at lunch, which is a great thing even if you love his company.Â
Alone, you fold back the leaves of your mysterious box and smile like an idiot when you confirm whatâs inside. A cupcake slightly more sophisticated than rainbow sprinkle spreads icing across the brown carrier, and a business card leans against the other side.Â
The front of the card is as youâd expected it to be spelling out Aaronâs contact details from work, and you combust thinking he wants you to call him, but itâs the back that youâd been meant to see. You read it as you fold down the leaves of the cupcake carrier,Â
Thirty students, three trays of ten. What does that leave for you? âAaron.Â
Flirt, you think firmly, happily. Heâs such a flirt.Â
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i love these tags this person is so right
actually, can you imagine if dave was raised by B1 roxy?
i wanna get into this actually
(ok i had to spend a few hours rewriting this because IT DIDNT FUCKING SAVE AFTER FIVE HOURS OF WRITING WHEN MY COMPUTER UPDATED WHILE I WAS AFK so it would mean a lot to show this post some appreciation. i LOVEEE hearing what other people have to say)
even though these things mom does are presented in an extravagant, kitsch, jokey way, her intentions always came from a place of sincerity. she is simply Funnie
but rose reads too far into it and assumes things that aren't there, that her mother is passive-aggressively feigning interest in rose's interests simply because the things she does are so extra. "why do all of this if not to mock me"
im telling you right now if dave lived in this household he wouldn't assume antagonism, he'd go,
donât forget who LITERALLY patented tangible jpeg artifacts as their post-scratch adult self and scattered shitty scummed up statue of liberties all over the planet. theres no way some of that overboard artful shit wasnt post-ironic / circling back around to genuine funny sincerity
dave's natural state is funny sincerity like roxy. he's had the natural capacity for this type of humor from the start and this is the direction he goes towards when he grows out of his brother's shadow by the end of the comic. dave and roxy share an earnest âso bad its goodâ type of humor
(lots more under the cut; the length of this meta analysis just got unwieldly with all the pictures and whatnot)
despite the alcoholism, roxy is a supportive mother. she's not the ideal guardian but hells of a lot more supportive of her kid than bro is. if she knew dave's interests she would totally indulge in them with some over the top silly goofy haha shit as a genuine gesture simply because she loves him
rose isn't too keen on it though. but she is more similar to dirk in her natural state of thinking of overthinking shit and assuming the worst, like the tags said
and yes dave got the sweet cuddly yet sometimes backhanded ouppy gene from roxy, probably even moreso lol
roxy's even said rose "sounds like girl dirk"
side tangent here, but this is something i wanna talk about.
i dont think bro should ever be in custody of children ever but if theres anyone who would be up to the task it's rose probably. i know she'd be able to keep up with him. not only does she have a defined personality (dave is more malleable and absorbs his environment like a sponge), if anyone can pick apart B1 dirk's batshit brain and probably be right on the money it's her. lil cal has been pumping patriarchal nonsense into bro's head and rose would be able to bring the fucking facts to the table without losing her own and being a living example of a badass little girl. i also don't think bro would try to force masculine roles onto rose like he did with dave, seeing as she is a girl, so she would actually have more of a leg up and get some passes that dave was never afforded. and rose wouldn't stand idly and accept any bullshit; she is no doormat. and i think this would earn bro's respect
but anyway, from this, couldn't we conclude roxy "sounds like girl dave"?
yeah okay. we havent even gotten into their penchant for funny typos or misspeaks, deliberate or otherwise
so, dave's environment
the sentiment "god you hope you can be as good as your bro at this some day" might have been genuine at the time when he idolized bro but of course he's not able to express that in any sort of sincere fashion because he's in dirk's fucking household. and this level 10 irony shit isnt doing dave any favors
his role models were the Internet and a vague idea of what Bro was like. So he built up his facade based on ironyânot the literary definition of irony, as Rose might be quick to point out, but a popular concept of irony based on the idea that things that didnât make sense actually made sense in some roundabout way. As a master of irony, Dave probably reasoned, he could see in a way other people couldnât why a world that was scary and didnât make sense really did make sense, and could therefore convince those people that he was superior to them. And he would wield his knowledge to maintain the appearance of superiority by calling everything ironic and pretending he didnât care about things that didnât make sense, and he would use walls of vaguely rhyming words to keep everyone at armâs length so they wouldnât discover his insecurities (source)
roxy's style is the embodiment of post-irony. being raised by mom lalonde would be like being raised by joel vinesauce ok
what can i say âŚ.. (getting meta about this actually, hussie got these jpeg wizard wallpapers from a spyware website. link takes some time to load because internet archive)
rose is quick to read post-irony as actually being a joke/insincere, which in bro's case would be true. but i believe dave's natural instinct, outside of the influence of bro, is to read post-irony as genuine, which is exactly how mom serves it. we see this as early as act 3 from him; he understands her motives better than rose does herself:
and in act 6 intermission 2 i think it's pretty clear
but the thing is, it's always genuine from her. dave wouldn't have to second guess it because he's not one to naturally second guess someone's sincerity; that was learned due to his bro being virtually unassailable
there two types of ironies at play here:
seems like a joke, is actually genuine (roxy)
doesnt seem like a joke, is actually a joke (dirk)
you can make the argument that the second is is more psychologically destructive because it makes you question the reality of what is genuine sentiment and what isn't. dave never knew what was genuine and what was irony so he just sort of existed in this sincerity-ironic limbo and always did the opposite of what he genuinely felt on principle even if it always did originate from a genuine place.
"it just a joke bro i was just being ironic i dont actually x" is so much more trust-breaking and psychologically damaging than "wait are you being serious" / "i am being so fucking fr rn davy gravy" / "ok thats actually pretty fucking awesome. giant ass wizard statue" / "RIGHT"
how much about dave would change do you think? his character arc would be completely different for one thing, i think he'd have it good aside from mom's alcohol issues. he'd be left with the sweet and funny parts of him that we see at the end of the comic. the fake coolguy stuff is out, but this remains. this is dave in his element and we see it as early as act 1
he'd probably have no shades growing up in the lalonde residence* either cause those were given to him by bro straight out of the crater as an extension of his own cool image. and john gave dave ben stillerâs aviators for his 13th birthday to replace them so he could âspread his wingsâ
dave said he was wearing them for the ironies but i kind of doubt it. maybe post-irony but there was some reacharound to it being genuine because dave never put those pointy anime shades on his face again.
*though... itâs kind of hard to imagine him without his shades at all? B2 dave still got stillerâs shades from stiller himself so maybe getting them is a universal constant. i can imagine mom getting him them as a birthday gift cause shes pretty wealthy and probably could buy it out in an auction. but also itd be cool if john still gave him it as a gift
dave is actually a lot more genuine and easy to read than he lets on even when grappling with his upbringing with B1 dirk (again, see this post). this can be seen all throughout he comic but a good example is the evolution of thoughts about his interest in the preserved dead things in his room:
if B1 roxy was dave's guardian he probably WOULD have pursued paleontology because she wouldve indulged him in it and probably find it cool and worthwhile to pursue, instead of allowing dave to flounder under ironic detachment, being poisoned by irony to the point of gaslighting himself into believing he doesnt actually believe he thinks this shit is cool. even if it was indulged in this such a way; a superficially kitsch and ironic appearing presentation, it comes from a genuine place and inspires genuine interest. just read the comments.
basically, i think if B1 roxy raised dave, their relationship would have a surface level appearance of being bizarre or over-the-top but theyâd have an unsaid mutual understanding that itâs completely in earnest and just build on each other's funny and absurd gestures of affection. rather than seeing it as one-upping each other, it'd more like collaboration of some silly bullshit that you take a step back and look at full and just say, "fucking incredible"
speaking of paleontology, mom had the proto-ectobiology lab. maybe they'd be able to use the equipment to appearify paradox ghost imprints of the dead shit to create paradox clones of things from the cambrian era??? sounds like a fun mother son bonding activity. and theyd actually put the sciencey shit in the household to use
oh god i know exactly the kinds of music shed listen too also growing up as a teen in the 80s. she on that (post)-punk/art rock/new wave/new romantic mtv stuff. XTC shit fr. this is a B-52S HOUSEHOLD. maybe the associates for the campy melodramatic flair. so he gets to keep the record on his shirt cause he is an enjoyer of the shit in her vinyl collection. dave would still gravitate towards musical expression and music itself but of more variety outside of just rap, with an 80s-90s, even 70s flavor due to momâs influence. see this for perhaps a glimpse. âshe probably visited new york city a lot for business trips and because the music scene was cool as hell around that time, imports came straight from jfk airport, she probably got in on that a bit and have remnants in the form of vinyls and cassettes. in this way she could be distributing void to dave (influencing him with forgotten / presently irrelevant music). now he can REALLY rave about bands none of his friends have heard of. âhey davy grvay watcha listenin toâ (he holds up vinyl cover) âomg snakefingerâ
btw dave lalonde would look like this to me
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how they take care of you â seventeen | 2,531 words | hurt/comfort, fluff
i didn't know i liked writing ot13 this much!
gender neutral reader. warnings: reader is stressed out/tired/scared/ill/sad? y'know, the usual spectrum of negative human emotions?
seungcheol
gets so concerned when he hears a hitch in your voice when you greet him that he drops whatever heâs doing and rushes to you. doesnât matter if heâs on a call or if heâs doing some important paperwork, heâs all yours now.
gives you a big, comforting hug that tries to shield you from everything but him. kisses your head to try and ground you.
doesnât make you talk if you donât want to, but he insists that you donât keep it in for too long because itâs only going to hurt you in the end. lasts only for a while before asking if there's someone that needs some talking to for making you feel this sad.
tries to do anything in his power to see you smile, even if it's momentary. shows you a funny picture of his favourite child (mingyu) to cheer you up. asks if you feel okay enough to walk kkuma with him, because she needs some time with her other favourite person (you).
âyou know i love you, right? that's never changing.â
jeonghan
is proud to be the person that becomes your comfort when something doesnât go right, or when youâve had a bad day.
immediately bottles up any jokes heâs about to make and wipes away your tears, stops only when you bat his hands away. even if he doesnât want to let go of you, he respects your boundaries.
when you're feeling a bit better, he pulls you down into the sofa and cuddles with you, and is content whether you choose to tell him whatâs on your mind, or if you want to be silent and fiddle with his shirt instead.
kisses your forehead and looks into your eyes when he promises you that itâs just one bad day, and that heâs always here for all the others. links pinkies with you because he knows how much it means to you, even if it may seem childish.
will resort to tickling you to make the last traces of your sadness vanish, and asks if thereâs anything else he can do to make you smile.
joshua
comes to pick you up from work because he has a free day, and realizes somethingâs wrong the moment you greet him hello without even looking at his face for more than two seconds.
doesnât make a big deal out of it, though. takes your stuff from you and greets you softly. opens the door for you and buckles your seat belt. asks you if itâs okay that heâs not taking you home first, because thereâs some place else he wants to take you.
dismisses any concerns you have about not looking âgood enoughâ to go out, because you look absolutely gorgeous at any time of the day, and heâd never lie about something like this to you. lets you choose whatever music you want as he weaves through the traffic on the streets, telling you about his day.
parks the car and gets out to hold your hand in his as he guides you over to the many stalls, asking you to pick whatever you want to eat. sits next to you on one of the benches overlooking the river, your legs swinging as you lean into his side and enjoy your meal. is glad he could take care of you like this because you needed it.
âtrust me when i say whatever happened is not your fault, okay, sweetheart?â
junhui
is more confident in his actions than his words, because he can immediately notice the little changes in your behaviour: your tired smile, and the way youâre kind of curled in on yourself, as if trying to take up less space.
gives you a long hug with lots of cheek kisses and pulls you into the kitchen to show you what heâs working on: a dish that coincidentally happens to be your comfort food. itâs your favourite, especially when jun makes it in his own style.
this six foot man becomes small as he tries to do anything to make you smile. hates that youâre even feeling this way. throws random pickup lines at you to see which one gets you to crack and slap his arm and tell him to stop (he wonât, because he loves you too much).
offers to feed you dinner once itâs ready and makes random airplane noises that bring out a giggle from you. watches as you eat slowly and is glad when he sees your bowl is empty. doesnât resist your offer of feeding him dinner once youâre done.
hides under the blankets with you and watches cat videos till your eyes shut from exhaustion and his arm hurts from holding up the phone from so long. cuddles with you and doesnât let go even when you halfheartedly complain about how warm it is.
soonyoung
becomes so gentle that it pulls you out of your dullness a bit, makes you wonder where your usually hyperactive boyfriend is.
doesnât baby you because he knows you donât like it, but he makes sure you get everything you need. calls his mother to ask her the exact recipe for this soup she used to feed him when he used to get ill. stays by your side even when you have a raging fever and youâre worried heâs going to catch it if he kisses your cheek one more time.
doesnât complain even once when you wake him up because of how uncomfortable youâre feeling. what else is he there for, if he canât take care of the person he loves the most? wraps himself along with you in your blanket even if itâs hot enough that he can just melt.
is your hype man when you finally get better enough to start moving around the house by yourself. watches you with the biggest smile on his face that he will not tamp down when he sees you eating the soup he made, and almost cries with joy when you ask him for a second serving.
doesnât blame you one bit when he catches the same bug a week later, because youâre there to take care of him through it, and because he loves you too much for it to be an issue.
wonwoo
gently pulls you into his chest the moment he sees your tear-streaked cheeks, and rests his head on yours. doesnât ask you whatâs wrong because he feels itâs more important to make you feel better.
doesnât care that your tears are leaving behind a spot on his shirt, and shushes you for even pointing it out. in fact he wants you to do that so that you can run out of tears and he can take care of you properly.
gives you his hoodie to wear because itâs oversized on you, and he loves seeing you in it just as much as you love wearing it.
makes you wrap your arms around his waist from behind and cling onto him while he goes about the house finishing his share of chores. does yours without asking if he senses youâre too drained out to do them.
absolutely needs you by his side regardless of what heâs doing, whether itâs playing a game or brushing his teeth. offers to read you a book if youâre having trouble falling asleep. tells you he loves you in the lowest voice possible when he sees you finally asleep against his chest, breathing evened out.
jihoon
might not very verbal, but when it comes to you, he knows exactly what to do to make things better.
knows youâre in his studio when the door shuts, but you donât greet him. decides to finish some edits on the song heâs working on before he turns to you, only to find you lying on the sofa facing away from him.
genuinely sad to hear you had a bad day. he got through today only because of all the encouraging texts you sent him. decides the least he can do is return the favour.
wraps you in your favourite blanket that he always keeps at the studio for when you visit. holds your hand regardless of whether you want to talk or not. offers to order food to the studio so that he can make sure youâre not hungry.
very thankful that you came to him because you were feeling down, and he very much wants to call it a day and take you home so that he can cuddle with you and make your day just a bit better.
seokmin
his mood almost always mirrors yours, so when he sees you so exhausted and down, his heart genuinely hurts.
not a confrontational person, but heâs willing to fight whatever made you sad, even if it was a table you stubbed your toe on. happy that it brings a smile to your face even if he didnât actually fight anything.
have you seen his arms? wraps them around you till you push him off with a bit of a smile on your face. he then decides he wants to use them to bake something for you. youâre the better baker between the two of you and since heâs got loads of time today, he decides he wants to learn something that he can make the next time youâre away and he doesnât have to feel that lonely.
is your own personal jukebox. belts out whatever song you want, and does a mini infinite aju nice in the comfort of your kitchen, making you jump while the oven works, till youâre tired and actually smiling.
âitâll be okay, i promise. i love you.â
mingyu
hates that you had a nightmare but is thankful that he was sleeping right next to you when it happened.
the biggest cuddle bug youâll ever see you in your life. when you wake him up with a shaky voice, he immediately blinks out of his sleep and holds you in his arms. heâll hug you and keep hugging you till he can drain your sadness even just a little.
doesnât matter how late it is; if you canât go back to sleep, heâll pull you to the kitchen and make his ramen just for you. makes you help him chop some ingredients and stir the broth so that you feel involved. keeps purposely bumping into you every time you cross paths and takes a kiss as payment.
finds some cheesy, slow music to dance to and gently pulls you all over the kitchen, twirling you and even bending you as the song ends. loves hearing your laugh when he pulls you back up.
âi hope you dream of me when you sleep again. i love you.â
minghao
words arenât necessary when he can just take care of you the way you always deserve to be taken care of.
actually gets upset (a little) when you apologize for crying in front of him. who else will make you feel better when youâre down if not for him? makes you promise never to feel nervous to be emotional around him.
runs a bath for you and makes your favourite food. when youâre done with dinner and feeling a bit better, he takes you to bed and cuddles with you, wanting you to focus on his breathing so you can calm yourself. he whispers endearments into your ear. also makes sure you know how proud he is of you for getting through today.
would give you the entire world if he could, but when you tell him the only thing you want is him, he promises you heâs never going anywhere, no matter what happens.
âiâm so lucky to call myself yours, my love. always.â
seungkwan
he can never stand seeing his loved ones sad, so when he sees you, he needs to find a way to make your smile get back to your face.
sees your lips wobble when you say hello to him, and he eventually coaxes the issue out of you: your friends had ditched a get-together youâd been planning at the last minute, and they didnât even have the decency to apologize for it. he feels extremely angry on your behalf and is ready to curse. doesnât do it only because it wonât help you.
thinks about what he can do to make you happy. asks if he can take you out on a drive tonight so you can watch the stars with him. when you regretfully decline the offer, he asks if you want to create a blanket fort and watch movies or go to sleep.
itâs not long before heâs constructing a blanket fort for the first time in his life thanks to some youtube tutorials. heâs upset when it collapses right in the middle of constructing it, but he realizes heâd build it a hundred times more if it meant youâd laugh the way you just did.
sets up snacks and your favourite drinks after a while. keeps apologizing to you on behalf of your so-called friends till you tell him to stop. promises that heâs always going to be with you, and that you donât have to be sad when youâre with him. falls asleep with you in his arms, and a smile on your face, snacks and movies forgotten.
hansol
feels bad the moment he sees you try to mask the sadness on your face with a smile.
better with actions than words, so he kisses your forehead and trails you around the house while you try to relax from the day you had. if youâre really sad, he lets you just rest your head against his collarbone and breathe till you feel better.
âyouâve got this, and youâve got me, okay? iâm right here.â
has a bunch of handmade coupons for whenever you feel sad. each coupon has the same four options: eat, talk, watch a movie, sleep. does whatever you choose, whether itâs only one or all four.
another one who has no problem with prolonged eye contact. he looks at you till you understand that he loves you more than he can say and that heâs always there for you when you feel like this.
chan
always used to being babied by his older brothers, so he feels happy to get a chance to take care of you. just doesnât like the fact that youâre sad, because you deserve to be anything but.
very transparent with his affection for you. he whispers âi love youâ into your hair when you ask him for a hug, shouts it across the living room when you come out to get some water, and holds your hand under the table during dinner even if itâs inconvenient.
if youâre really down, and donât feel like talking, he bundles you into a blanket and puts you on the sofa and sits close to you, so that you have your space but heâs close enough if you need him.
sits with you while you work and watches intently even if he doesnât understand much of what youâre doing. ready to go to the store and get you anything youâre craving, regardless of how late it is.
âi love looking after you, okay? donât ever feel bad about telling me whatâs troubling you.â
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its because theyre the closest thing the fandom has to twinks and fandoms explode if they cant ship two little skinny guys or something
I finished Super Paper Mario earlier today for the first time after 16 years of owning and adoring the game and
I have a question for any Limentio / Dimigi shippers out there.
Why
#sorry my friend sent this to me and we both laughed bc likeđ¤yeah same. anyway this is my mean and mostly true answer#my answer where i give people benefit of the doubt is- (and i apologise for the length lol)#a lot of people are already drawn to spm because ofthe whole 'its the darkest mario game' and the high stakes of it#so getting to explore a fan favourites âdark sideâ is something people are already interested in- which is why mr l is so popular#and then dimentio usurping count bleck and in a lot of peopels eyes like 'being the chessmaster' gives him a layer of danger and intruigue#which is why he's so popular too. then u put these two 'heehee dark themes- high stakes' cocepts together into super dimentio#people lose their minds. they see it as a window to explore a dark side of a beloved character- with dmentio being a sort of corrupter i th#then it spirals from there into....whatever the hell they do with them. i dont get the fluff lol#personally i think that 'idk i get gay vibes from them and maybe somethig happened in the time they worked together' isnt like...#idk its a bit of a leap but its not the wildlest leap this fandom has made. people do 'heehee they hate each other- enemies to lovers' a lo#but i think i ur gonna do that u really need to own the ick of it. examine what it means#the 'guys. luigi isnt...himself right now he is literally hypnotised' like if ur gonna use that to further their charcters#by using it as a device to show dimetio cutting his bridges with people and deciing he's gonan hurt everyone aroudn him and do what he want#and then use it later for luigi to have to recover from and examine- both the trauma of being taken advantage of in such a moment#and 'why was hypnotised me about that. why did he go along with it' etc like idk i can respect that. bc its not abt the romance#its abt what it does to them and says abt them#BUT THE CRUCIAL THIGN IS YOU CAN GET THAT FROM OTHER PAIRINGS TOO!!!!!#you want to explore dimentio deeply hurting and manipulating someone to see how far he's falling? o chunks. floro sprout#you want luigi angst about him getting hypnotised and recovering from that. NASTASIA DID IT FIRST!!!#but o chunks is a big ole bear and nastasia is a woman and the fandom just arent into them. they have the least attention by far#and at the end ofthe day a lot of fans will go back to the guys theyre into- which...is usually the skinny twinks#i do NOT get dimigi outside of that shallow answer though im sorry. luigi just doesnt like him its entirely twink corruptign yaoi#or 'redeeming dimentio through luigi bc i want him to live or something'#also i say this as both a twink and a big enjoyer of mlm myself lol (and someone whos fave is dimentio)- it just doesnt make sense#i guess at my most charitable i could see- 'the person who dimentio hurt the most helpig him redeem himself' could be compellig#but that leading to romance doest interest me at all and also i think luigi deserves better than to have to reform that bastard lol#also i think its way more interesting if he never comes back lol i like the tragedy of it. he just hurts everyone around him#and then he's gone and they have to live with it#also side note if any shippers want to debate this with me i do not sorry <3 im giving my perspective then running thank u#mario
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arrogant ceo yunho who gets knocked down by his cute little intern
He works his employees to the bone, forcing long, gruelling hours and unnecessary overtime. He finds it amusing how easily anyone bends over backwards to please him. He loves knowing how many people hate him but can't afford to lose their jobs, so they never formally complain. You've been dealing with this for months, just trying to get through your internship without pulling your hair out, yet Mr. Jeong always finds a way to add more to your plate and make you redo reports.
Everyone has a breaking point, so when your recent report gets flagged, again, you can only purse your lips and turn to your computer to redo itâuntil you get called into his office. You swear you could feel your eye twitch, your nails digging into your palms as you clench your fists in an attempt not to break everything on your desk.
You march to his office, throwing open the door without knocking or waiting for approval. "Do you find joy in making your employee's lives miserable?" His door hadn't even been closed when you started in on him. Mr. Jeong quirks a brow, a scoff leaving his lips as he pushes reports aside on his desk. With a clenched jaw, you stalked over to his desk, wrapping his tie around his hand and yanking him forward.
His eyes widened as a staggered gasp left his mouth at your incredulous action. âDo you think⌠this is a laughing matter, Mr. Jeong?â Your voice is hauntingly smooth as you tug on his tie again. âI can terminate your contract for this stunt.â He internally groaned at how shaky his breath was as he talked. You chuckled dryly. âYou wonât, though.â You stare into his eyes, glazed over with bottled emotions. âWhy wouldnât I?â
âBecause you know I do this job better than any employee here,â You tightened your grip on his tie. âAnd youâd be damned to lose me.â His office suddenly feels a lot hotter, his throat dry as he tries to focus on the fury in your eyes and not your soft lips that are pulled taut.
Mr. Jeong's lips press together, his eyes locked onto yours, trying to reclaim the authority that has suddenly slipped from his grasp. You can see the conflict brewing in his gazeâindignation fighting with undeniable acknowledgment. He knows you're right. Youâve always known. Thatâs why he pushes you the hardest, testing how far you'll go, seeing if you'll break.Â
For a moment, heâs speechless, his bravado slipping as he struggles to find a response. âThisââ he starts, his voice wavering slightly. âThis is unacceptable behaviour.â But you donât let go. Instead, you lean closer, and you can feel his breath hitch. Heâs always been untouchable, but right now, heâs caughtâlike prey staring down the barrel of a loaded gun.
You feel something snap inside youâa dam breaking. All the pent-up frustration, all the swallowed rage. âYou know whatâs unacceptable?â you say, your voice low and laced with contempt. âBeing treated like a machine. Expecting loyalty without respect. You think your power gives you the right to treat us like weâre beneath you. But not me. Not anymore.â
His face flushes, and for the first time since you started here, he looks unsure. Vulnerable. It's as if you've shattered the carefully crafted mask he wears every day. You can see him wavering, his confidence fraying like a thread about to snap. Youâve never seen him this wayâoff-balance, unguarded. There's a strange thrill in watching him come undone, knowing that you've managed to pierce the armour he hides behind.
âLet me be clear,â you say, loosening your grip just enough to let him breathe but not enough for him to pull away. âI will finish this report, and I will do it perfectly like I always do. But from now on, you're going to treat me with the respect I deserveâor I walk. And believe me, you will feel it when Iâm gone.âÂ
Heâs silent, the room thick with tension. Slowly, you release his tie, smoothing it back down against his chest. His breathing is uneven, his eyes wide, but he doesnât stop you. He watches you like heâs never really seen you before, and maybe he hasnât. Maybe you've been just another employee to him until now, another cog in the machine.
âGet back to work,â he says, but the command lacks its usual edge. You turn to leave, not bothering to wait for a dismissal this time. As you step through the doorway, you donât slam the door shut. You leave it slightly ajar, knowing heâs still staring after you, something in the atmosphere between you changed forever.
Back at your desk, you start the report again, your hands steady, your mind clear. There's a new feeling thrumming in your chestâan unfamiliar, heady sense of power. For the first time, you think he might be the one whoâs afraid to lose you.Â
And that realization? It makes you smile.
-
Yunho sat in his office, staring at the office door you walked out of. His breathing came out hot and heavy, his heart racing in his chest. He knows he shouldnât, but your fire is eating him alive. He can feel it crawl into every crevice of his being, lighting him up from the inside out. He leans back in his chair, trying to will his mind to be anywhere other than his pretty little intern.
Wait.
His pretty little internâŚ
His pretty little internâŚ
His pretty little internâŚ
His mouth fell agape, wondering where the audacity of his own thoughts was coming from. His attempt to think of anything but you was futile; no matter what he did, his thoughts found their way back to you. He ran a hand over his face, a dull throb in his head as he paced around his office. He shook his head with a huff, striding over to his door.
His eyes are scanning the cubicles and desks, watching as all employees avoid eye contact. He walks with a purpose, making his way to your desk. You nonchalantly sip on your coffee, holding a hand out to stop him before he can speak, opting to finish typing out the email before hitting send. He stared at you with disdain, his tongue poking his cheek as he sighed out his frustration. You turned in your chair, cocking your head. âMy office. Now.â
âFor what reason?â Yunho quirked a brow, taking notice as other workers stopped their work to witness the scene upon them. âOh? Already forgot the stunt you pulled in my office?â Yunho leaned his hands on your desk, lowering his head to yours. âThe only one pulling stunts is you, Mr. Jeong ânever leaves his office for anything or anyoneâ Yunho.â The other workers whispered among themselves, silently applauding you in your stance against your big, bad boss.
Yunho pulled out a folded paper from his jacket, straightening up before throwing it in front of you. âAlright then, hereâs your final assignment. Appear in my office in two minutes or face termination.â A ghost of a smirk tugged at his lips as he put his hands in his pockets, making his way back to his office. You eyed the folded paper, scoffing at his absurdity. He actually handed you a termination letter.
You clutched the paper tightly as you got out of your seat. You threw it into your desk trashcan, grumbling as you made your way into his office. He sat against his desk, his hands still in his pockets yet his coat was off this time. He briefly took a hand out of his pocket, beckoning you over with a finger. As you stood in front of him, you could smell the cologne waving off him; a mix of earthy tones and sweetness.
Yunho waited for the click of his door, ensuring that it was closed before he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into him. His lips found yours with ease. His kiss was rushed, fueled by the emotions from earlier. âYou have no idea what you do to me.â His voice is hushed as he whispers against your lips. His hands stay busy on your waist, tugging your hips closer. You smile into the kiss, letting Yunhoâs hands explore your body like heâs done many times before. You slide your hands lower, palming over the obvious bulge in his slacks.
âFuck, I need you now.â Yunho turns you around, moving you to bend over his desk. He unceremoniously tugs your pants down your thighs, groaning as he eyes the lace trimming of your panties. Yunho shoved your panties to the side, letting his leaking cock bump against your clit. You jolt against his desk, clawing at the wood. Yunho leans against your back, taking your hands in his. The ring on his finger catches against your matching one.
âGonna be good for me, honey? Be a good girl for daddy, huh?â
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čąçĺĺ / flower territory (bakugou x reader)
Summary: a flower has its cycles, it buds, it flourishes, blooms, and it dies, yet youâre still a constant in his life, heâs a sunflower that doesnât look away
Warnings: improper capitalisation iâm afraid :( very very fluffy ! inspired by this wonderful post and this AMAZING one, both written by @cashmoneyyysstuff lmk if u want this taken down! (editing rn and i feel like flower territory is not the best title but im just so EMOTIONAL over it âŚ. attachment issues fr)
wc: 700
the way katsuki crushes on you has stayed the same, since he was four he has made sure that everyone, including you, always knew that you were his.
he offers you roughed up flowers from the sandbox, covered in dust and dirt, shoved into your hands are the bundle of wild chrysanthemums and crumbled weeds, and in exchange are the paper rings you made before going to the park, because even when you were four, you already knew bakugou in the way you knew the names of the stuffed animals in your room; a sense of pride nestles inside, somewhere between your little childishly innocent heart and your soft fluttering stomach when you see your katsuki declare proudly with a smug smirk to all his groupies that he's now a married man, and that doesn't change.
in middle school, aged 12 bakugou isn't afraid to lean over your desk and stare you down and demand your time during recess, even though his cheeks used to redden when his female classmates would tease him for being such a romantic for you, he's learnt that it's either he toughens up and take this, or he has to deal with the other boys from his class chatting you up, and seeing their little cheeks tint with pink when they're spared even an ounce of (undeserved) attention from you is much more painful than having his own apples go fuzzy from your gaze.
katsuki changes a lot in U.A. but not in this. maybe the other class 1A kids don't have enough reference to notice, but izuku sure as hell can tell that the slight glisten and shine in his childhood best friend's eyes when he looks at you have only ever grown in brightness as you mature and age. as your body takes shape and your voice deepens, his affection for you simply gets magnified from a sheer adoration for your ability to keep up with him on the monkey bars and to withstand his loudness, either that be from the epicentres of his palms or the ever growing intensity of his voice when deku gets in his way, his respect for you grows and grows and festers and festers the more you win in the sports festival, the more you train, the more muscular you get, and the more internships you are offered.
as his own brashness gets dimmed down while the months go on, deku is no longer the only one who is able to notice the soft spot he has for you. jirou and shoji can only ignore the way bakugou whispers 'that's my girl' to you during class drills so many times, ochako and mina can only turn a blind eye to the way bakugou always cooks for you during the late nights where you collapse from exhaustion before eating so many times, by the end of the second year, even shouto knew to always find bakugou when you got hurt during missions and to just leave you two to your own devices for the rest of the evening.
the smirks might have grown less and less smug throughout the years and maybe more genuine, but the childlike wonder when katsuki looks at you stays always the same, it stays constant from when you were four all the way to when you're walking down the altar, it stays the same, from stepped-on flowers to bouquets of roses, from 'that's my girl' to 'that's my wife', you've always been his, the switch from craft paper to the 24 carat diamond ring on both your fingers never changed that; his face, to deku, looks identical; whenever dynamight is on a talk show and is asked to watch a clip of you fighting, the soft creases next to his eyes have always been there, bakugou's lips just twitch upwards when it's you;
what can he say? your katsuki has always been a prodigy, he knew since he was a kid, since the second his grabby little hands and tiny rolling eyes were laid on you, he has since decided that you were the only one worthy of his greatness, no matter how shitty his temper was at age 15, he looks at you like how sunflowers look at the sun, and that will never change.
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wait your new hotch blurb got me thinking what about they got secretly married and everyone knows that hotch is married they just donât know itâs to bau!reader because he seemed very genuine in the wanting privacy so (after complaining) they respected that, and maybe one of the team members sees hotch and bau!reader kissing in the hallway of a hotel or something and confront him about cheating on his wife
"How could you cheat on your wife?"
Penelope's harsh, degrading accusation hits Aaron directly in the chest, through the layers of stoicism that he's come to forge over the years of working in criminal investigation and straight to his heart.
All Hotch can manage is a, "What?", and Penelope's eyes dim further.
"Don't do that, Hotch. I saw you. I saw you and Y/N kissing in your office. How could you do that to your wife?"
She looks so crestfallen that Aaron's chest actually aches, so unprepared to see the famously bubbly Penelope Garcia close to tears. Close to tears because of him, no less.
Aaron might have chosen his words more carefully if he hadn't been so startled by Penelope's unusual devastation, but his jumbled brain forgoes its job and his mouth takes over, uttering the thoughtless statement, "That's- that's what she's there for."
And in his mind, it's true, if not the complete truth. You are there for him to kiss, you're there to be kissed and loved and appreciated and cherished, but he's momentarily forgotten that Penelope doesn't know that you and his mystery wife are the same person, and his words so easily warp into possessiveness and disregard.
Her face contorts into a mixture of disgust and rage that could take out a serial killer, and he seriously considers recruiting her as Chief Lecturer of the BAU, "Hotch? How- how could you say that? That your wife is just- just some thing to wait on you while you run off with someone else? You- Aaron, I can't believe you, I thought you were better than that!"
She tries storming away, tears budding in her eyes but Aaron catches her elbow, ignoring the way she flails and squirms at his touch.
"Let go of me!" She tearily demands, but he grabs her by the other arm now, holding both of her shoulders.
"No, Penelope, listen-" He tries, reminding himself to send her to Derek later for a self-defense lesson, because the weak shoves that she's pushing at his chest with do very little.
"No! No, I'm tired of listening to men," She shrieks, "You were supposed to be better than that, Aaron! I trusted you, you were supposed to be the kind of man that I could admire, and- but you're not! You're just like the rest of them, you're some egotistical, possessive, heavy-handed, domineering son of a-!"
"Y/N is my wife." Aaron cuts her off, his voice slightly raised, but not harsh. Never harsh, not to the sniffling mess of ruffles and glitter in his arms that handed him her resume on pink stationary all those years ago.
She falls silent, finally, but her lips still tremble. Aaron squeezes her arms tighter, not rough but comforting, "Y/N is my wife. We married privately late last year. We kept it secret for safety reasons, but I'll admit we didn't need to hide it from all of you. I was not cheating on my wife, I would never-" He thinks momentarily of Haley, of the gut-wrenching sound of her cell phone ringing with a call she wasn't brave enough to answer in front of him, "I would never do that to Y/N."
It's a lot of new information to process, and Aaron grants Penelope all the time she needs to work through it. When her red-stained lips part again she breathes, "You married Y/N?"
"I did." Aaron nods, and though it's not the time to smile, he can't help that a ghostly one flits over his features at the mere thought of the day he'd married you, "I'll show you pictures when we're done here. Penelope, you can trust me. I don't blame you for accusing me- in fact, I'm glad that you did. I'm glad that your loyalty isn't blind. But Y/N is my wife, and that's why I kissed her."
A very wobbly, "Oh." Is all that Penelope can manage, and she sniffles again, staring at his tie rather than his face as he holds her steady in the hallway. He's glad that they've both shown up early for the day, but you're due to return with coffee for the three of you any minute now, and he offers her his pocket square to wipe beneath her eyes.
"You said-" She chokes out sheepishly, voice unsteady as she smears the tears off of her cheeks, "You said you have pictures?"
That's how you find them when you return, seated on the couch in his office peering down at his phone. You have to set the tray you'd been carrying down on Aaron's desktop before you can properly greet either of them, but you're immediately alarmed by the tears streaked over Garcia's cheeks when she stands to face you.
"You-" She starts, not giving you a second to speak, "-are a rat! You got married," She gushes, and Aaron chuckles deeply from beside her, standing and pocketing his phone.
"You got married to our boss, and you told me nothing," She hisses, but slumps so easily into your chest for a hug that you're more than willing to give her.
"I'm sorry, Penny," You gush, squeezing her tight, "We just- we were worried about safety. The more people we told, the more dangerous it would become, so we didn't share it with anyone. But- but we should have told the team, I know."
She sniffles and you draw back to pick up her drink from behind you, sugary and pink and topped with a thick layer of whipped cream, "I got you a drink. Forgive me?"
"Reluctantly," She tries scowling, but she's never been very good at it. She takes the drink from you huffily, jamming the straw inside and taking a drag at the thick liquid. It's barely nine in the morning, far too early for the concoction she's sipping, but she nods after she draws back from the straw.
"This is delicious," She decides, "And you two are traitors, and I'm telling everyone about this."
"You should," Aaron laughs, stepping up behind you to press his shoulder to your own. It's comforting just having him there, and you relax against him as Penelope takes her leave.
"I mean it," She warns, wiping another stray tear from her cheek and sipping at her strawberry drink, "I'm telling everyone. I'm- I'm gonna hire some guy to fly a plane over the city, and the banner is gonna say, 'Y//N Y/L/N and Aaron Hotchner got married without me'."
"That's fair," You nod, not bothering to bite back a grin as she lingers in the doorway of Aaron's office.
"And so help me god," She narrows her eyes at you, once more falling just short of intimidating, "If you try to take some extended-sick-leave time, and I find out you're hiding a pregnancy from me? No amount of frappuccinos in the world will make up for it!"
"Noted," You call out as she leaves, and Aaron's hand comes up to press against the near-indiscernible bulge of your belly before the door even clicks shut.
"She's good." Aaron observes, and you reach for your own non-caffeinated drink with a grin that's hard to drink through.
"Let's tell her about the baby at lunch," You propose, "I think she's more than earned a secret to keep."
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