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scoutofmymind · 24 hours ago

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hold on is the bi fic coming today?! might cancel plans w friends im not kidding

À Trois — { Luigi x Reader x OMC }

Content: NSFW — MDNI Another Situationship, Luigi is canon techie, reader is a chef, interesting new French-Canadian techie chef hybrid enters the arena, m/m/f, anal fingering, all kinds of penetration, general filth!, original Male Character insert

Wc: 6,415

Notes: Chaos erupts on a packed Saturday night when your sous chef quits, forcing you to call in a favor. Enter a quick-witted, intriguing French-Canadian with a mop of curls and an eye for opportunity — a friend of a friend who might just turn disaster into something much more interesting.

Hi! So I should probably give some warnings before this but I kinda just want you to read it blindly hehe🐇

What I will say, is if this isn’t your thing, just don’t read it! I have plenty of other things to read on my Masterlist pinned on my blog and if you don’t wanna read my stuff, there’s other accounts and shit to read, hon!!

I liked writing this almost too much, and I think it’s because (as I’ve briefly mentioned before) m/m content is what I’ve written the majority of in my time as a writer, so this was a good introduction to dipping my toes deeper in the straight smut shores. This piece focuses on vulnerability, specifically involving Luigi, and very deep and sexual fantasies and desires.

Additionally, I would like to add I very recently watched We Live in Time after I started writing this and Almuts culinary ventures encouraged me to keep readers ambitions as a chef. Was very much envisioning the Bear vibes, too.

Also, anon! I hope you went out with your friends because Mama Scout is a very slow editor! I swear I went as quickly as possible, but that might mean I left some oopsies.

This is a Pinterest board to help you envision my version of Alex — but with that being said, please feel free to imagine him in whatever way resonates with you!

•

"I just want to die." You say dramatically, though your voice caught no wind of your unseriousness, sounding as if you truly had meant it from the bottom of your heart. "If I have to fill another puff pastry to be graded by that fucking wrinkle one more fucking ti-"

Luigi had interrupted you by nipping at your neck, gentle and soft but enough to snap you back into the moment, shared there on the couch in your apartment.

"I hate him," He whispers against the delicate and sensitive skin of your neck, the prickle of his growing facial hair making you shiver. "N'I never even met the guy." His tongue flattens below your earlobe, wet and hot, tasting your skin. His hands tighten possessively at your waist, and you can feel the tension in his fingers, the way they press into you like he's trying to leave marks deeper than skin.

You huff softly and hook your fingers into his sweater, pulling him closer. "Good." Your hips are eventually aligned with his, nestled into the spot in his lap that fit the shape of you so perfectly. "Isn't that what friends are for? Hating the same people."

You can feel him nodding, and in the back of both of your minds the sentiment echoes.

Friends

The word hangs between you like smoke, heavy and suffocating.

His fingers trace absent patterns on your hip, each touch sending sparks through your clothes, and you wonder if he can feel you trembling. You wonder if he knows that every time you refer to each other as friends, it feels like a beautiful lie, a comfortable cage you've both locked yourselves in.

Your foreheads are almost touching now, and you can count his eyelashes, dark against his cheeks when he blinks.

The room feels too warm, too small.

This had all started innocently enough, but had tumbled into something that felt cathartic, and as natural as drawing the next breath. Luigi knew just how to soothe you when you went on a tangent, wondering if culinary is even worth the hassle, and you'd convince him to rest after spending hours, staring at the same code and expecting it to unravel itself.

On the other side of the coin, he knew just the angle you liked it when you were on top, and you knew which buttons to push when he was getting close to the edge. His hands would always find your hips in the dark, steadying, grounding, like he was afraid you might disappear if he let go.

All of that had lead here, two years later, drowning in debt but doing it together.

Your tiny apartment, always filled with the smell of your latest baking experiments and the soft glow of his laptop screen at 3 AM.

His coffee mugs mixed with your measuring cups in the sink.

Your cookbooks scattered among his programming manuals.

Neither of you had planned this.

But the memory of how it started still makes you smile.

That first night when frustration over finals had turned into something else entirely. Him, cursing at Java errors until 2 AM; you, covered in flour and close to tears over a failed soufflé. Somehow you'd ended up tangled together on the bed, comfort turning to kisses, friendship morphing into something neither of you had dared to name.

Now here you are, his thumbs pressing into your hipbones like muscle memory, your fingers twisting into his sweater — the same dance you've been doing for years, but it never gets old.

"You're thinking too loud," Luigi murmurs against your neck, and you can feel his smile against your skin. He always knows, somehow, when you're getting lost in your head. His hands slide up your back, pulling you closer, bringing you back to the present moment, to him.

"I just don't know what all this is for." You grumble, and it's the same sentence you rattle on once a week — even Luigi is starting to wonder if maybe you're onto something, this feeling so persistent it's become its own shadow.

But beneath that doubt, he knows better.

He's witnessed your passion in the way your hands dance through prep work at 3 AM, seen your drive in the burns and scars you wear like medals, and more importantly, he's watched your fierce determination to carve your place in a world that keeps trying to push you out.

Every time you prove another condescending male chef wrong, he sees that fire in your eyes that reminds him exactly what all of this is for.

•

It's day two of restaurant week, you're already down two servers, and your sous chef just threw his apron at you and stormed out — all because you dared to suggest his sauce was breaking. The dining room is full, tickets are piling up, and you're seriously considering whether arson is a viable career move.

"Chef?" Lucas pokes his head into the kitchen, looking nervous. "I might have a solution. My friend Alex — he used to run a kitchen in Montreal before getting into tech. He's moved nearby. He- he could help."

You're about to say you don't need some tech bro's help when three tickets print simultaneously and your saucier drops a pan. Although the worst images of Luigi’s grad class flashes before your mind, you’re resisting your fight or flight, landing on an almost comical freeze.

"Fine.” Your stare is blank, watching as the tickets roll in. “But if he can't keep up-"

"He can keep up, chef.” Lucas promises, already texting.

Fifteen minutes later, a tall man with messy brown curls walks in, already tying an apron.

He takes one look at your ticket rail and starts rolling up his sleeves, his arms crossed over his chest as if he’s admiring an art piece in a museum. "Alexandre Dubois," he says quickly, the earlier mention of his home in Montreal evident in his accent. "Where do you need me?"

You point to the chaos of your saucier station. "Can you make a decent béarnaise?"

His smile is quick and confident. "In my sleep, Chef. Traditional? or are we playing with modernist techniques?"

Before you can answer, he's already moving, grabbing eggs with one hand while adjusting your immersion circulator with the other. The next six hours are a blur — a whirlwind of perfect sauces, synchronized plating, and Alex's voice cutting through the chaos in a mix of French and English.

In the end, you couldn't tell anyone the details even if you tried, and you do, sat in a booth in the vacant restaurant, Alex sitting across from you as you scrub your hands over your face.

"I don't remember anything," you whisper, sipping from the glass of wine in front of you, having gone behind the bar to pour it yourself.

Your hands are still shaking slightly — adrenaline crash, or maybe low blood sugar.

Who’s to say.

"I think that's a defense mechanism.” Luigi murmurs, only a hint of humor in his tone. He's tucked beside you, shoulder warm against yours, and you lean into it slightly. Turns out, he had known Alex from KubeCon just last month — some massive tech conference downtown where Alex had presented his restaurant management platform.

You think that's what Luigi said, anyway.

You genuinely couldn't hear anything besides the imaginary ticket printer still squawking in your mind.

"You did beautifully," Alex says quietly, finally reaching for his wine. "That kitchen — you’ve built something special there. I had fun.”

You make a noise that might be a laugh or a groan. "A kitchen that nearly became a funeral march tonight." But you're smiling a little now, the wine and the company slowly unwinding the tension in your shoulders.

"I still can't believe you were actually cooking," Luigi says to Alex, shaking his head. "When I saw your presentation at KubeCon about automating kitchen workflows, I just assumed-“

"That I was another tech bro like you who'd never worked a line?" Alex's grin is knowing. "Non, I did my time. Ten years at home in Montreal, then Paris. The software came after — I kept seeing problems that needed solving." He pauses, takes a sip. "Who better to make restaurant software than a chef? Though I admit, I haven't jumped into service like that in.. Two years? Three?"

"Could have fooled me," you murmur, and his eyes catch yours, something warm in them that makes your breath catch slightly.

"High praise, coming from you," he scrunches his nose, freckles becoming more prominent as the wine warms his cheeks. "Luke told me about your kitchen. About you. I may have been particularly interested in helping tonight."

Luigi shifts beside you, and you feel him exhale slowly. "Funny," he says, voice carefully neutral. "Lucas told me some interesting things, too."

The air changes subtly, charged with something you're too exhausted to properly analyze, or maybe you're just not ready to acknowledge the way Alex's gaze keeps moving between you and Luigi, the way Luigi's hand has settled on your knee under the table.

The heat bouncing off of each of you.

The silence shatters with the unmistakable growl of your stomach. Alex's posture snaps straight, professional instincts overriding everything else. "Chef," he breathes, voice caught between concern and disbelief. "Tell me that wasn't-“

"I haven't eaten since breakfast," you confess, heat rising to your cheeks. The day had spiraled in that way only restaurant life can — you'd meant to cobble together something from prep scraps between tasks, but then the lunch rush hit, followed by inventory, and suddenly it was dinner service with nothing but coffee and determination keeping you vertical.

Alex's expression shifts from desire to decisive action in an instant.

He glances from you to Luigi, then back again, shoulders squaring with newfound purpose. "My place is three blocks east on Clark," he says, keys already appearing in his hand. The invitation is casual, but the glint in his eye suggests he knows exactly how to seal the deal. "Been saving a special bottle for the right occasion — Chateau Latour."

Unlike your wide-eyed response, Luigi maintains his composure, but his attention is caught by the way you practically vibrate with excitement.h His expertise lies in absorbing your rants about reducing sauces rather than reducing wine lists — and your own sommelier ambitions had been temporarily shelved when the kitchen claimed you — he finds your enthusiasm infectious.

The elevator opens directly into the penthouse — the contrast almost laughable.

Here's Alex, dark ink creeping up his neck from beneath a worn Black Flag t-shirt, keys hooked through his belt loop like any other line cook, standing in the middle of what could be an Architectural Digest spread.

His blue beanie comes off, revealing that mess of hair he was pushing back during service, as he pads across heated marble floors in scuffed Vans.

The space is all clean lines and floor-to-ceiling windows, but there are hints of the real Alexandre from Montreal scattered throughout — a battered leather jacket tossed over a $10,000 armchair, a crystal ashtray on the balcony holding the remains of his American Spirits, dog-eared Bourdain paperbacks mixed in with leather-bound first editions on the shelves.

The wine wall is a thing of beauty, a temperature-controlled showcase spanning an entire wall, though you notice he keeps his everyday drinks in a mini-fridge by the couch — sparkling water, craft beers and the kind of natural wines that come with cartoon labels.

The kitchen is a chef's dream — yours, in particular — Gaggenau everything, knives worth more than first cars — but there's also a well-loved cast iron pan that's clearly his favorite, seasoned by years of late-night cooking.

Luigi whistles low, taking it all in. "Never would've guessed, Chef.” he says with a grin, the sentiment still strange on his tongue. He knew Alex as a techie. Not a chef.

"Yeah, well," Alex shrugs, already heading for the kitchen with that familiar kitchen-swagger that both of you take heavy mental note of, eyes following him like he’s on a stage. “money doesn't make food taste better." He stops to light a cigarette on his way to the wine wall, the flame catching the faded stick-and-poke tattoo on his knuckles.

Your glances shared with Luigi across the kitchen island grow more frequent as the night deepens, like two regulars sharing secrets at the chef's counter after closing.

Each look is a silent conversation about Alex — the way his hands move with practiced grace, how his voice drops when he's concentrating, the slight curl of his mouth when he catches one of you watching. For Luigi, it's rediscovering someone he thought he knew; for you, it's discovering someone you wish you'd known all along.

His hand finds yours under the counter, warm and grounding, but doubt still gnaws at the edges of this moment. Maybe you're both reading too much into Alex's invitation — perhaps this is just what he does, this tech wonder with a chef's soul, feeding strays past midnight in his penthouse kitchen.

Your phone buzzes, Luigi's message lighting up the screen.

I'm gonna say it

You huff quietly, fingers dancing across your phone screen while feigning interest in Alex's enthusiastic discourse on his Japanese steel collection. He's talking about the way his yanagiba catches the light, but all you can focus on is how his own eyes catch it instead, bright and alive with passion.

Go on then

Luigi seems lost in a trance, captivated by the cadence of Alex's voice as he demonstrates proper blade technique with his hands.

The notification sits unread for two long minutes before he finally tears his gaze away to unlock his phone.

He's hot

The crude simplicity of it makes you bite back a laugh — trust Luigi to distill this magnetic pull into two blunt words. But he's not wrong. There's something raw and electric about Alex, the way he commands the space without trying, how his tattoos peek out when he reaches for the top shelf, the slight rasp in his voice when he gets excited about something.

You watch him plate with the precision of a surgeon and the flair of an artist, and your next messages to Luigi is equally succinct.

I know

We're in trouble

I thought you'd never touch another man again huh?? What happened to THAT??

Luigi's eyes roll dramatically at his phone, though his lips twitch with amusement. You've heard his declarations countless times — "I'm bi, but men are exhausting" and "I'm done with the whole scene" — always accompanied by that same frustrated wave of his hand, as if trying to brush away his string of romantic disappointments.

Dude it’s pride month and this is how you're going to treat me?

Your playful shove lands harder than intended, sending Luigi slightly off-balance. Your shared laughter, too loud in the intimate kitchen space, draws Alex's attention like a magnet.

He turns, wooden spoon still in hand, one eyebrow arched in that way that makes your stomach flip. "What?" he asks, voice low and amused, glancing theatrically over his shoulder as if checking for projectiles. "Do I need to separate you two?"

"Well, I'd apologize," you manage, watching Alex pour more of the wine with deliberate slowness, "but something tells me you're not actually upset.”

The corner of his mouth lifts, and Luigi's grip on your thigh tightens reflexively. The air feels charged, like the moment before a storm breaks. You're acutely aware of every small movement — the way Alex's shoulders flex as he sets down the bottle, how Luigi's breath catches when those dark eyes find his.

"Upset? Non." Alex circles the counter with predatory grace. "Curious, though." He stops just close enough that you can smell his cologne, see the faint scattered burns on his forearms from years in professional kitchens, matching yours. “About what's got two of the brightest minds I’ve ever met acting like teenagers in my kitchen."

Luigi makes a sound that might be a laugh if it wasn't so breathless. "Would you believe we were discussing network architecture?"

"No," Alex says simply, and the authority in his voice makes both of you straighten instinctively. "I wouldn't." His hand comes to rest on the counter behind you, effectively caging you both in. "Want to try again?"

The hunter has you cornered, and somehow, that's exactly where you both want to be.

You blink instinctively at Alex, your fingers wrapped around Luigi’s that twitch with sudden anticipation — of what, he wasn’t even sure. And cat’s got both of your tongues, because Alex laughs at the beat of silence that falls between you again.

“What’s the story here, hm?” He gestures lazily at your interlocked fingers and the way you hold Luigi’s hand between your thighs like it’s meant to be there; you realize now you’re closer than ever to experiencing one of your most beloved fantasies, the one you’d told Luigi a million times about after finding out he was bisexual.

“I’d literally cut my tongue out of my mouth to see you get fucked.” You blurt it over your oatmeal, causing Luigi to freeze, a long, drawn out sigh deflating him.

“Well at least then you’d shut the fuck up about it.”

The air grows thick with unspoken tension as eyes dart between the three of you in an electric dance. When Alex's hands find your thighs, the touch is deliberately slow, possessive. "No need to play shy now." His voice drops to velvet. "Are you dating? Fucking?" His gaze slides from you to Luigi, hungry and knowing. "Please fucking don't tell me it's neither."

Luigi swallows hard, and you watch his throat work. "We've been- we’ve had-“ The words tangle in his mouth, caught somewhere between confession and confusion.

"Ah," Alex hums, a sound of pure satisfaction. He doesn't need Luigi to finish; the truth is written in the way you lean into each other, in years of shared glances and stolen moments. His thumb traces circles on your thigh as understanding dawns in his eyes. He imagines the desperate moments over your kitchen counter after brutal workdays, knows about the languid afternoons when Luigi worships between your thighs like a man finding religion. "I see.”

"And do you both want this?" Alex asks, his thumbs still tracing maddening circles. "Because I've imagined it. Every possible way." His voice drops lower, intimate. "The way Lui would look taking my cock while he's inside you.”

Luigi's breath catches sharply, and you feel him gravitate toward you as Alex's hand captures both your chins, tilting your faces together like he's arranging a masterpiece.

"Look at each other," he breathes, and the command sends electricity down your spine. When your eyes meet Luigi's, your heart stutters — his pupils are blown so wide the brown is nearly swallowed by black, his full lips parted and flushed deep rose. A beautiful flush stains his cheeks, and you've seen him like this countless times before — desperate, wanting, on the edge of losing control.

But this is different.

The weight of Alex's gaze transforms something familiar into something thrillingly new, dangerous and electric.

It's like seeing Luigi for the first time all over again.

Alex's thumb traces Luigi's bottom lip, and you watch, transfixed, as it parts beneath his touch. Your breath catches at the raw intimacy of the gesture, at how naturally Luigi yields to him despite barely knowing him.

His other hand slides up your thigh, stopping just short of where you're aching for touch. "Tell each other what you want," he commands softly. "Both of you."

Luigi swallows hard, and you watch his throat work. "I want-" he starts, then breaks off with a shaky exhale when Alex's thumb presses slightly into his mouth. "I want to see if you can keep up with both of us," he manages finally. "Wanna see if you’re as strong as you look."

The words send heat flooding through you, and Alex's grip on your chin tightens slightly. "And you?" he asks, dark eyes fixed on your profile as you stare at Luigi. "What do you want?"

Your voice comes out rougher than you expect. "Want to watch you fuck Lu," you breathe, feeling Luigi's fingers dig harder into your hip at your words. "Want to see him come undone for someone else.” Your fantasy uttered aloud almost makes you moan, so close you can taste it. “I’ve thought about it for years.”

"That can be arranged," Alex says softly, “Give him some love.” He directs you to kiss Luigi, and you do — all soft lips and delicious spit, again, something so normal, so written in your code feels so new and different.

You know Luigi must be aching for some sort of friction, his hips stuttering against the seam of his dickies as he pulls away. The two of you finally look to Alex again, like lambs before a wolf — willing sacrifices to his altar. "My room is just around that corner." He gestures to a room with sweeping views of the city lights, dominated by a luxurious king-sized bed. The decor grows more personal the deeper you look — still expensive, but uniquely Alex; rich leather accents, dark wood, carefully chosen art. "Attendez-moi, mes petits anges."

Despite years steeped in French cuisine and culture, you've never understood French the way you do in this moment.

You and Luigi stumble into his room in a tangle of limbs, falling onto the plush bed where you undress each other with trembling fingers and burning intent. "You're finally going to get what you've always wanted," Luigi teases, his clothes scattered across the hardwood floor, mingling with yours until there's nothing left between skin and silk sheets.

"Don't act like you haven't been dreaming of this too," you swat his chest playfully, taking a moment to drink in your surroundings. Then doubt creeps in, and you turn to face him, voice softening. "You do want this- want that- want him — right?"

Of course he does. You can see it in the way his pupils have swallowed the rich hazel in his eyes, the slight tremble in his fingers when they trace your skin. He's a leaf caught in a storm now, ready to be carried wherever this night leads.

But..

"Oh, Lu." You cradle his face between your palms, unable to suppress a fond smile as you drink him in. He's ethereal like this — flushed and wanting, a stray curl falling across his forehead, skin practically luminescent in the dim light. "Are you nervous?"

He blinks slowly before nodding, following it with an overdramatic sigh that's so quintessentially Luigi. "What if I-“ he trails off, and it's jarring to see this crack in his usual confidence. For all his natural sensuality, there's a new vulnerability in sharing this first time with you, in letting you see him completely undone. What if seeing him like that - seeing another man inside him — changes everything?

What if you can't look at him the same way?

"C'mon." You settle between his legs, hearing the distant clink of dishes from the kitchen where Alex tidies up. It's almost amusing how the day's hunger has transformed into something else entirely.

The soft tear of tinfoil drifts from the kitchen — dinner waiting patiently to be revisited.

Luigi lies before you like a Renaissance painting, all golden skin and flush-stained cheeks, dark curls falling across his forehead. His breath comes in gentle pants, chest rising and falling with anticipation, fingers twisted in the sheets beneath him, cock stood proudly against his belly, flushed pink and leaking little dribbles of excitement over his bellybutton.

You can't deny your own nerves, haunted by the same fears but in a different key. It had always been you and Luigi — this delicate dance of yours, this perfectly balanced equation. Until Alex came along with his sharp wit and gentle hands, his ability to speak six languages and still leave you both speechless.

"You have no idea, Lu." The words spill from you like a confession as you drag your tongue along the underside of his cock, feeling it pulse against your tongue. Your fingers dig into his thighs, grounding yourself in the moment, in the taste of him. "How beautiful you are when you really fall apart.”

And yes, you've witnessed Luigi's pleasure plenty before, seen him come undone beneath your touch — but there's always been this unspoken limit, this boundary you've never dared to cross. Your body, beautiful as it is, lacks certain equipment, and you've never found the courage to suggest alternatives, to ask him to trust you that deeply.

"Oh, petite étoile," Alex's voice carries from the doorway, rich as aged cognac. You don't stop your attention to Luigi, but you feel the shift in the air, the electric charge of being watched, and the familiar act becomes something new, something thrilling under Alex's appreciative gaze. "Making you feel good, hmm, mon coeur?" His accent wraps around the words like a spiders carefully weaved silk, and you feel Luigi shiver beneath your tongue.

He whines — a delicate sound he tries to swallow back, as if embarrassed by his own pleasure. You know better, know exactly how to unravel him. Your tongue swirls around his cockhead with deliberate precision, a dance you've perfected over countless nights, and his attempt at restraint crumbles like sugar in rain.

Another moan escapes him, deeper this time, as his gaze flickers between you and Alex who’s taking his time, each piece of clothing removed with maddening slowness, like unwrapping a gift he plans to savor. You arch your back, rise slightly on your knees — a subtle invitation.

It works.

You hear Alex's sharp intake of breath, feel the heat of his approach even before his hands find your hips.

And then he’s to his knees at the foot of the bed, his tongue eager to taste you, his fingers buried in your heat almost immediately. “Fuck,” you whisper, watching Luigi’s eyes light up with adoration, with love, with uncontainable lust.

You had thought this through in the last moment — the best way to ease his uncertainties would be to show him just how beautiful vulnerability can be.

"Ooh," Alex's groan resonates through you, his fingers working with practiced precision, curling just right as his thumb traces maddening circles against your clit. Each movement is deliberate, calculated to make you tremble. "You watching, Lu?" His voice drops to a velvet whisper as he tears his gaze from where his fingers disappear inside you, seeking out Luigi's face with an intensity that makes the air crackle.

"Take notes," you manage through a breathy giggle, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along Luigi's inner thighs. You feel them tighten beneath your lips as another wave of pleasure courses through him. But Alex, the choreographer of your shared desire, seems to have another act prepared — some new way to push your boundaries, to guide you and Luigi through uncharted waters just when you think you've found familiar shores.

"Get him ready for me," Alex commands, his hands spreading you open with reverent curiosity, watching as your arousal creates dark constellations on his bedspread. There's something almost scientific in his observation, mixed with raw hunger. "Lu, I don't want to assume but — out of practice with the boys, oui?" His words are careful, considerate, even as they drip with desire.

A moan escapes him then, pulled from deep within by nothing more than the tableau before him.

You, displayed and wanting, and Luigi, trembling with anticipation.

"Couldn't blame you of course," he adds in a whisper that carries layers of meaning — an acknowledgment of what you and Luigi share, a testament to your completeness as a pair, and wrapped within it all, his profound gratitude for being allowed into this sacred space between you.

Your cheeks flush crimson, heat blooming across your skin as you meet Luigi's gaze, finding in his eyes the same mix of shock and raw desire that must be evident in your own. Your glance darts to Alex, words stumbling as the full weight of his suggestion settles over you. "You- you mean-"

The small black tube rolls across the sheets toward you and Alex's confirmation comes in the form of a slow nod, punctuated by the teasing press of his cock against your entrance, making you gasp until the sound morphs into something more determined, more primal — a wordless promise that you're ready for whatever comes next. "Jesus," the word escapes you in a reverent whisper, heavy with the realization that tonight is becoming a dizzying sequence of fulfilled fantasies. "I guess we're making all my dreams come true in one night."

That simple phrase draws twin laughs from them both, your own joining the harmony as you return to your devoted attention between Luigi's thighs, pressing tender kisses against his heated skin.

Alex begins to ease himself inside you, a careful, measured claiming that ends with him fully seated, drawing a soft sound of pleasure from deep in his chest. "Mmm, my angels," he breathes, the endearment floating through the air like a dizzying, poisonous gas. From his position, he has the perfect view over your shoulders, watching Luigi's features contort in exquisite pleasure as you work a single, slick finger into him with careful precision. “So good to each other.”

The sensation is entirely new — sex has become something different, something more.

It's overwhelming in its intensity, but already you feel yourself becoming addicted to this heightened state of being; the one where your hips move in a gentle rhythm against Alex, who maintains his controlled pace, ensuring your careful ministrations to Luigi aren't disrupted, and between your thighs, Luigi trembles and shakes, his cheeks painted with twin flames of need and vulnerability.

The crimson flush spreads down his neck as he surrenders to this new experience, caught between desperate want and the sweet ache of exposure.

The vulnerability only heightens his arousal, his cock twitching against his stomach as his composure crumbles.

His jaw goes slack, lips glistening in the amber glow of city lights that filter through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Far below, the city hums its nighttime symphony, a distant urban lullaby that feels worlds away from here. "Fuck," the word drags out of him, long and desperate, "Gimme more, baby.”

You're eager to grant his wish, your chest swelling with an unexpected cocktail of emotions — fierce pride, profound tenderness, and pure awe at his trust in you. It's a strange and beautiful revelation, this moment of watching Luigi surrender to pleasure, to vulnerability, to you.

The pride that floods your chest now somehow eclipses even that sun-drenched day in when you watched him cross the stage in his graduation gown — a comparison that would be comical if it weren't so achingly true.

"Mm," your hum resonates through the heated air as you introduce another finger, watching in rapt fascination as Luigi's body responds. His back arches like a devotee at prayer, offering himself up completely on this altar of shared desire. In this moment, he's transcended simple partnership — he belongs to you wholly, and tonight, by some beautiful alchemy, to Alex as well. "Where have your manners gone?" The words barely leave your lips before Alex responds in kind, quickening his own pace inside you, a delicious reminder that in this dance, every action demands an equal reaction.

"M'sorry," Luigi's whisper comes ragged and desperate, his bottom lip caught in a vice between his teeth. The indentations left behind are deep enough to threaten blood, a physical manifestation of his struggle to maintain control. "Fuck — please," he begs, the words carrying both surrender and demand, need stripped bare of any pretense.

To quell the tremor in your hands, the rising panic, your mouth finds solace, purpose, on Luigi’s cock. Hard and slick with his need, it strains against your lips, a silent plea you answer with a fervent pull.

He tastes of himself, of salt and arousal, but tonight, a sweetness blooms somewhere in the back of your throat

Alex’s hands tighten on your hips, anchoring you as he sets a bruising pace. His eyes, dark with desire, flicker between you and Luigi, a connoisseur appreciating the interplay of flesh and longing, a masterpiece rendered in sweat and gasps.

Beautiful.

Shattering.

Luigi’s gaze is fixed on you, raw and unguarded as Alex’s hips slam against you, a friction that echoes the storm inside you both and you meet his look, swallowed by the vulnerability etched on his face, the pleasure that paints his features.

His breath hitches, a strangled sound that mirrors your own.

“Tell me,” Alex breathes, the words catching in his throat, his chest heaving, each inhale and exhale a testament to the shared precipice you’re all teetering on. “Tell me where you want it, darling.”

You don’t have to speak.

Your fingers and mouth are too preoccupied with their work on Luigi. You let your body do the talking — leaning back gently, pressing yourself against Alex’s groin, pushing him deeper inside, your body tensing around him to keep him there. And that’s enough.

He fills you with a familiar warmth, but one different from Luigi’s.

Welcomed, of course.

But different.

When he pulls away, a gasp tears from your throat. “Don’t worry,” he whispers, reading your mind. You haven’t finished, and that simply won’t do. “not done with you.”

Alex coaxes you onto your back beside Luigi, skin touching skin again. Your hand reaches out, cupping Luigi’s cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from him. “Think she’s done enough?” Alex asks, his gaze falling on Luigi, who nods slowly, nerves flickering in his eyes, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “Yeah?” Alex coos, soft praise laced with understanding.

He’s packed with muscle, similar to Luigi, yet as Alex hovers over him, their bodies seem to fit together like perfect opposites. Luigi, usually all rigid edges and tough exterior, has softened into a vulnerability you’d only dreamt of witnessing — flushed cheeks, pupils dilated beneath a heavy-lidded gaze that finally finds yours.

He looks desperate for a kiss, for any type of comfort — and that’s precisely what he receives.

Your lips brush against his, soft and reassuring, while Alex's hands smooth over the taut muscles of his stomach. Alex then positions himself above Luigi, their bodies aligning, a symphony of muscle and limb, toned and intertwined, and you’re captivated by the exquisite beauty of the scene, the raw vulnerability on display, until a low groan is wrenched from Luigi's throat, a sound you’ve only heard once before, a sound that has echoed in your memory, a sound you've yearned to hear again.

It's a sound that speaks of pleasure bordering on pain, of surrender and release.

“That’s it,” Alex whispers, his voice a gentle caress, his touch even gentler as he moves slowly, deliberately, deciphering every nuance of expression that flickers across Luigi’s face, attuned to his every need, every shift in breath and muscle. He savors the moment, prolonging the anticipation, building the tension with each measured stroke. “Good boy.”

You can’t tear your gaze away.

The raw beauty of this moment, this unguarded version of Luigi you’ve fantasized about for years, captivates you. None of your imaginings, even the most intensely focused, had done him justice.

Perhaps some of those fantasies bordered on fetishization, but that intensity, that yearning for vulnerability, has always been at the core of your connection with him.

And this is it, you realize.

This is that vulnerability, unleashed in its most potent, breathtaking form.

You watch his face contort, muscles tensing, then relaxing as he rides each wave of pleasure. Finally, he surrenders to the riptide, a cascade of whispered moans and gasps escaping his lips as he seeks yours, then Alex’s, in fleeting, fervent kisses.

The sounds he makes are unmistakably Luigi – raw, rough, deep, and passionate; a symphony of raspy breaths, soft puffs, and pouty sighs. "I'm-“ he huffs, his damp curls, looser than usual, a messy halo of hazelnut brown. The scent of vanilla and tobacco mingles with the tang of arousal. "Fuck," he groans, tilting his head back, exposing his neck, an invitation for your wet kisses. “I’m gonna-“

"Up you get," Alex murmurs, gesturing for you to join them, creating space amidst the tangle of limbs. Muscle slides against muscle, a compelling juxtaposition of strength and softness. You settle over Luigi, guided by Alex's hand as he aligns Luigi’s cock with the slick remnants of himself still glistening on your thighs.

A chorus of moans follows the connection.

Somehow, improbably, this position works.

You rock your hips against Luigi, slow and gentle, a rhythm usually reserved for lazy Sunday mornings. Now, however, the languid pace isn't about leisurely pleasure, but about carefully navigating the edge of overstimulation, reluctant to let go of the exquisite sensation.

But even this tempered pace is overwhelming, a delicious overload of sensation.

He’d become a mess beneath you, torn between focusing on the sensation of Alex fucking into him, that little spot that made him feral nudged each time, and you — the ever so familiar warmth of all of you, and the wetness of the mess Alex had left for him to add onto.

Alex kissed gently down the sides of your neck when you sat up again, changing the angle in which Luigi had been seated inside of you, his perspective something he could have never dreamt up in a million years, but god, what a sight. “Fuck, Lu.” You whimper, reaching back to tug at Alex’s curls, similar to Luigi’s, but different in their own respects.

Alex’s hands roam your torso, they slide over your chest, one wrapping gently around your throat for a few moments before he uses them again to get better leverage with the position you’re in.

Breaths become synchronized, the crescendo building to a fever pitch, your half-squeal, Luigi’s muffled groan, and Alex’s breathless whine as the same warmth he’d imparted onto you had been shared with Luigi, and the sticky, delicious mess inside of you made messier.

“My little angels.” The sentiment leaves his lips again, and both you and Luigi have the same thought — you wouldn’t mind being his angel again. Whenever he wanted, so long as Luigi was by your side.

He watches as you collapse beside Luigi, your bodies tangled together as as you held each other through the last waves of pleasure, Alex arriving again eventually to feed you both, refusing to allow you to lift a finger, fed patiently from the same fork shared between the three of you.

#ayyyyeee #time to clutch ur pearls #thIS WAS FUNNNNN!!!!!#dont look at me #read the tags #req #luigi mangione x reader #luigi mangione fanfic #luigi mangione fic

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jamethinks · 1 day ago

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I can't help but wonder jealous loid when?

Everyone thinks Loid would be jealous over Yor, but I think not; his relationship with her is a bit more tricky. Even though he loves Yor, a part of him still feels like he doesn't have her. Seeing her around other guys would evoke a sense of insecurity and make him distance himself from Yor. In his heart, he still doubts whether or not he is worthy of her loyalty and affection. He also just finds the possessive partner bit too tacky and cliché. Yor isn't going to cheat on him with the mailman; she might leave him for the mailman because at least the mailman didn't lie to her and pretend to be a made-up person while actively putting their entire family in danger.

But anybody else fuck yeah. Namely, his surrogate sister, adoptive daughter, his best friend, who is not really his friend because spies don't have friends, his brother in law who hates his guts - hell, even his boss. He hates to admit it, but he is very insecure and prone to fits of jealousy and possessiveness. How Yor alone managed to escape his madness is unknown (maybe he just knows if he pushes her too hard, she will kick him in the ribs).

Nightfall is like a baby sister to him. He is always flattered by the way she looks up to him. He's subconsciously very possessive of her. She's the only spy that can compare to him, so why would he let her go even for a second? Whenever Nightfall does a mission with someone else he gets all bent out of shape. When he sees her having a good productive conversation with someone at the hospital he goes into his office to sulk. He'll never just say it's because he cares about her and wants to spend time with her. He'll never just admit she's the second best spy in all of wise and it's an honour to work with her. No. Instead He'll pout like a baby.

Franky can never talk about his other clients with Loid. Once, he said he couldn't babysit because he had to work on something for another client, and Twilight was like "oh I see... so this other guy he's more important to you- no it's fine I just- nothing." He knows that Franky has other clients and jobs, but he always thought he was special and different, not like the other spies. He's Twilight for crying out loud, who would pick some low level nobody spy over thee Twilight. It's not because he thinks of Franky as his oldest friend and one of the few people who know his so intimately. It's not that he hates being reminded of the transactional aspect of their relationship and is too afraid to ask for more. It's just Franky not appreciating knowing thee greatest spy in all of westalis. Yeah- he's the problem, not Twilight.

Handler has already accepted that Twilight is a closed off man afraid of being honest and intimate, but he is also an ego maniac who needs to be praised every day or his will die. Will he ever admit that he does idolize Handler and think of her as a mentor and dear friend? Will he be honest about his worries for her health? Has having a daughter shifted the way he conceptualized her trauma and made him even more sympathetic to the woman? Does he hate being reminded that he's just another spy on her endless roster and that outside of his exceptional abilities she doesn't care about him even though she regularly shows interest in him beyond his espionage duties? No. Instead, he will fake gag whenever she mentions another agent like a brat.

But the worst of all, Anya.

And it's not like some creepy, possessive girl dad nonsense. Anya is his baby. She sees him at his most innocent and pure (well in his mind). Her love for him is raw and unaffected by his abilities. She loves him for him. She doesn't see the scared little beggar boy or the vengeful army man or the elusive spy; she just sees her papa and all the wonderful things he does for her. If Twilight had a saviour complex before now, it is in full drive. When he comes home and she hops out of the chair, toddling over to the front door to greet him with the brightest smile, it melts him completely. Not only does he love Anya, he loves being loved by her.

So when someone else is on the receiving end, her innocent yet boundless affection, it drives him insane. When she cuddles with Yor on the couch instead of him. When she runs and hugs Franky's leg. When she passes out on Bond. When she talks about how smart and cool Mr. Henderson is. When she shows off a gift she got from Becky. Damian. And let's not forget his life long beef with that bitch Bondman. Stealing all his swag.

Anya, of course, ignores the bastard. Before she would worry, he was going to take her back, but then she realized he was just afraid of losing her, so ain't no way she's going back to the orphanage.

So yes, Twilight is prone to fits of jealousy. But not for his wife- just everybody else.

#spy x family #sxf #loid forger #twilight #yor forger #headcanon #anya forger #franky franklin #fiona frost #nightfall #agent nightfall #agent twilight #sylvia sherwood #handler #sxf handler #sxf headcanon #procrastinating today

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menodoramoon · 3 days ago

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Variety likely was good for her, but Menodora feels like she'd had enough uncertainty lately. There was something comforting about being able to run the same path, to be entirely in control of this one aspect of her life. Running felt meditative in a way that rarely anything else did, lately. She could focus on her breathing, see her breath foggy against the morning light. Her mind clearing as light hit the water and she could just take in the optimism of a new day before the rest of the day had her childishly lamenting.

Menodora wishes she wouldn't let her thoughts control her so much. In a physical sense, she thought she was relatively fit enough. Running and likely able to swing a sword or twin daggers still in the real world. In a mental sense, her weakness really did lie in overthinking and a thought-overload paralysis.

"Oh, well, I suppose I really do need new running shoes then," she says with an even smile. "I think I have noticed it a bit, the jolt to my ankles."

(Hercules, if you'd called her old, she'd have laughed.)

She tilts her head in the 'considering' kind of way. "Interesting, I'll have to keep that in mind. I'll admit, and you might not approve, that my primary method of running before all of this was barefoot through a heather field. My knowledge of running shoes really is lacking."

And then... the quiet. And Menodora's mentally scrambling for some sort of conversation that she can carry on so that he can't ask her anything at all. She really didn't want to trouble him or burden him. She doesn't want to pester him with her issues. He was having a good time at the gym and was seeing a girl -- why bog that down with her own work and family issues?

She supposes it's inevitable, though. Dodging his questions would only make it worse.

"Was it just that you wanted to catch up? Not that I mind, I love your company. It's simply that you seemed very determined to get my attention this morning."

@kouros-herc

... But You Can't Hide - Mene

#ch: hercules kouros #th: but you can't hide

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joleneghoul · 1 year ago

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im being possessed to draw macromia in a 80s business woman pants suit

#i do think macromia changes her ''clothes'' appearance for whatever decade or whatever shes visiting.#though i feel like saying it would be to fit in would be a lie bc shes 6'5 and has a metal face

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coquelicoq · 2 months ago

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also while playing trivial pursuit my sister pronounced leisure [lɛʒɚ] and people were kind of razzing her for not pronouncing it [liʒɚ], and i was like well that's also how i pronounce it so i don't see what the big deal is. it rhymes with measure which is obviously very cool. and her bf was like that's not surprising, you two are the most similar people i've ever met. which was horrendously flattering and also very funny because i don't think we're that similar, but also whenever my sister and i do something the same way i always wonder if it's just because we were exposed to the same influences and forces growing up, or because she got it specifically from me. especially because of our age difference and how much she idolized me as a child, it's quite possible that many of the things we have in common are because she saw me doing them and just thought i was endlessly cool and copied me. which is INSANE to me because i think SHE is so cool, but not for the things that we have in common, for all the other stuff lol.

#sibling feels #my posts #fun with pronunciation #soo silly to razz someone for pronunciation for any reason but especially for a pronunciation as cool as [lɛʒɚ]? come on now #you're just telling on yourself. epic self-own #had a very weird moment where my mother and uncle insisted that we have never used the pies as markers in trivial pursuit #and my sister and i were like. that's the only way we've ever played it??? and i personally haven't ever played trivial pursuit #except with my family. so i have no idea what they were talking about. they were so positive about it but so were my sister and i #they were like no we've always used separate little people-shaped markers. the pies don't even fit on the squares #and i was like trivial pursuit doesn't even come with other markers what are you talking about???????#yeah the pies don't fit on the squares but that's completely irrelevant as an argument because it's never stopped us before???#huge mystery. i asked if they were punking us but it seemed too spontaneous to be so coordinated?#but also my mom and her boyfriend were definitely punking us over this other thing i can't even begin to describe to you #(basically a diorama of trash that once you stared at it for ten minutes appeared to be someone faking the moon landing???)#(and then they kept saying they didn't know who had made it or what it was. but they're the only ones who could have done it)#so it's not that i don't think they would punk us it's just that i don't see what the utility would be for them to punk us #over that particular issue #though it's not like there was any reason for anyone to make a diorama of the faked moon landing and then lie about it #i should stop trying to understand these people lmao

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ruthellry · 1 day ago

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for a moment his expression is so clear, the audacity she would have to create such a lie , conjured from nothing but their best guesses about the other's feelings. and when he says he can't trust her, the tone is so achingly familiar that it soothes her motions into a confident pattern of wrapping and splinting. she didn't bring the materials for casting with her, she's not even sure she could have if she had between the conditions and the lighting.

"sorry," and she is apologetic, perhaps dramatically so for just a moment when it seems like he's transcended the dark space that she'd found him in, if only for the duration of a conversation. "you're not getting rid of me just yet." but it seems that she's hit on just the topic that they wanted to address all along, through the clumsy psychic bonds of knowing him best in the universe.

she looks up from her work, brow creased for just a moment as she tries to fit his own words into the puzzle that's become the building. "wait— what?" she can tell from the weight of the sentence, from the way that he lets it hang heavy in the air without cutting it at the knees like she had that it's the truth. but it's missing crucial details of where and why, and how if that was the case that they were here of all places.

she wavers, but ultimately she cannot do anything to endanger what her friend feels for this moment. if it's a break in the clouds, then let it be something to hold onto. "i should have known when he rescued you on the first day here." how perfect it had been, that the first names mentioned in the wexley were the ones that he brought up again and again. though perhaps she'd missed the real signs, the important ones that said something like: this person will be in your life, watch out. "so you kissed him," she pulls her bag closer, searching out ice packs and pain killers, looking away as she asks, "not the other way around?"

Ash closed his eyes just for a moment or two, the pain had been exhausting wishing he could go to sleep and forget it hurts. And he felt like he was allowed to rest his guard and close his eyes for the first time since they locked him up. And so he rested with shallow breaths as she examined the bones, or whatever mess they've ended up in.

He only brought his blues back to Ruth when he felt her hands settle on his leg, ready like how she popped his shoulder back just a few weeks back. His hands searched for something to grip on, finding the edge of the mattress but he didn't expect the confusing words to spill out of her mouth then. "..what?-- fuck-" Ashton could only bring up a confused word before he let out an excruciating choke of a yell and bit down on his lips from the sob, with a hand digging into the mattress and the other into his arm, putting pain somewhere else to distract from the worse pain below.

His ears were ringing from the shift of the bone, brain partially writhing in pain, and partially trying to understand the news she so conveniently tried to tell him then, just in time to hear her apology cut through the pain. Ash gave her a look of disbelief, as if she was just messing with him on a regular day, "a lie?? I don't trust you anymore," in between deep breaths, he scoffed and grumbled in jest as he tried to recover from that ordeal, feet growing numb from the shift back of joints. But still, the tone was familiar, more like him again, more alive than he was minutes ago, "I thought I was gonna need to have a stern talking with Oscar." It wasn't that he wouldn't approve if it were true, but no one was allowed to break her heart, he felt protective over his best friend in that regard. Not that he'd know if he'll ever get to speak to him again.

He sat in silence for a moment or two, seeing her prepping to wrap the ankle up, deciding to mirror her ask as the adrenaline from pain still a haze over his coherent thoughts with a minor headache, "did I tell you I kissed Jeremiah?" as if continuing their conversation that morning on the rooftop, never finishing it the moment their house of cards of the Wexley came crashing down. But like her own tactics, it seemed better to fill the silence for something to focus on.

#u will NEVER guess what song i was listening tooooo #ashton!#girl if you don't focus on the task at hand..

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lymtw · 10 months ago

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Fresh Relationship

(Toji and His Shy Girl)

Toji in a fresh relationship with you, where he notices how uncomfortable and anxious you are when you're alone with him. You can't hold his gaze without giggling nervously and blushing like crazy, and you can't stand when you can feel him watching you. It doesn't bother him. He usually meets your little giggle fits with a "what're you giggling about now? Huh?" a smirk on his face as he watches you try to compose yourself.

You noticed through your peripheral vision that Toji is looking at you. Your heart starts beating faster and faster, but you try to focus on the movie, anyway. Toji knows you caught on to him watching you, though. He saw your quick little side eye towards him before going back to the movie.

"Loosen up," his deep voice interrupts your "focused" bearing. "Why're you so nervous?" His hand settles on your knee, his thumb slowly stroking the area. It was meant to soothe your nerves, but really it just made your stomach errupt with butterflies.

"I'm okay," you say, your mouth incredibly dry. You turn your head as he scoots closer to you on the couch. "'M I okay to sit here?" He asks, watching the way you pull your hand away from between you and him, into your lap. His hand returns on you, this time on your thigh.

"You're shaking," he points out with a knowing smile on his face.

You have to think for a second before responding. Your ears were buzzing, your heart would not settle, you were truly in a daze whenever Toji was around.

"Just a little cold," you lie. "I'm fine, though." You return the soft smile, turning your focus back to the movie.

"Then, come here. What are you sitting so far from me for?" He puts an arm over your shoulders, pulling you tight against him.

Your body goes rigid in his hold. He's like a furnace, and the heat emmanating from his body was enough to make you feel like you were overheating. His scent was wet dream fuel—intoxicating and addicting. It was strong enough for you to start manifesting his appearance in your dreams, with the most lewd and unholy intentions.

His fingers stroked your arm, eliciting goosebumps on your forearms and your thighs. He can tell your attention isn't on the movie anymore. Your leg is bouncing, your knee occasionally knocking against his.

"What are you so nervous about, sweetheart? C'mon, talk to me." You can hear the amusement in Toji's tone. He pauses the movie, demanding your attention, but you don't even know where to start. There are so many things and yet you can't get a single one of them out.

"You don't like hanging out alone with me?"

"I do," you answer, instantly, trying to avoid hurting his feelings. You clasp your hands together in an attempt to relax.

"Then what's the problem, pretty?" He watches as you sit quietly, looking down at your lap. "Look at me." Your eyes slowly meet his, the eye contact giving you the illusion of being swallowed whole. "What is it?"

Your hands unclasp and your fingers start fidgeting with one another. "You're very attractive..." you mumble, basically inaudible to Toji.

"One more time for me, doll," he says, asking you to repeat yourself. He leans in to listen closely.

"You're... very attractive," you hesitantly repeat, this time with enough volume for Toji to hear you.

He's trying so hard not to laugh at how embarrassed you look at your admission, but it's not possible when you look so ashamed for saying it out loud.

"You're attracted to me, so you shrink?" He asks, the wide smile left behind from his laughter not diminishing.

You nod, your hands coming up to your face to cool down your burning cheeks. Toji finds the glossiness in your eyes adorable.

"So, I'm the one scaring you?"

"No...? I don't know..." You look away from Toji.

"You don't know." Toji chuckles. He knows it's him, but he won't let up because he's having a damn good time making you coil in on yourself. "Let me tell you something, doll face." He turns his whole body towards you, his leg bent on the couch. The movement causes you to lean back, adding space between you and him. His eyes flit between your eyes and your lips. "You are stunning. There's way too much to appreciate on that little mug of yours." He grins at the blush on your cheeks. "There's no need to be so shy around me. I'm not gonna eat you." He leans in again, taking up the whole space you made between you and him. "At least not yet."

Your heart dropped to your guts. You weren't sure you'd make it through the night without having a heart attack.

"You wanna kiss me, don't you?" His eyes center on yours, and you giggle, a valid response to his question. He smirks knowing the meaning behind your reaction. "I have eyes, babe. There's really no use denying it."

The closer he moves towards you, the more you feel like screaming. You know a good scream would relieve a whole lot of tension for you, but what would that look like to Toji?

"I-I do..."

"Come closer, then. Why are you leaning away?" He lets out a deep chuckle. "I'll lead if you want."

"Fine," you surrender.

Toji sighs, contentedly. "Just don't move. I'm serious, pretty girl. You move, and i'll bring the cuffs out."

You crack a grin, one that evolves into a laugh after a few seconds.

"Kidding, ma. Just wanted to make you laugh." He grins.

You don't even notice how close he's sitting until you stop laughing. You stare at each other in silence, his eyes flitting between your eyes and your lips again.

"Just relax and-"

You lean in this time, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks. It's like a zap of electricity to your entire body when you feel his lips against yours. They're warm, and surprisingly soft. He doesn't shove his tongue into your mouth, which you're grateful for. That's for later on. You just couldn't wait any longer. Waiting was making you even more anxious, so you dived into the moment.

"Oh, sweetheart," he almost groans. "You'll drive me insane if you keep up the shy girl act," he mutters against your lips. "I know you want me like I want you, so quit making me beg." He moved closer towards you, knowing you'd back away, eventually meeting a dead end with your back against the couch armrest. Your eyes told him everything he needed to know. You were lusting over him and you wanted him to get you.

You looked up at him with starry eyes, your cunt throbbing at the way he watched you closely. You watched as he quickly invaded your personal space, his body wedged between your legs, making them spread wider to accomodate his size difference.

"What are you so scared of? Don't you want me?" His hands fiddled with the hem of your shirt. His knuckles grazed your lower abdomen a couple times, making your heart race.

"I-I do, Toji." Your focus went to his crotch rubbing up against you as he leaned in.

"Yeah, you do?" He purred beneath your ear, allowing his lips to meet the sensitive skin of your neck after.

"Fuck," you whimper. "I do."

"You wet for me?" He asks, moving his lower body enough to make you believe he's just balancing himself, but still giving you the friction that's making you lose your composure.

"Mhm," you hum, breathing erratically as he kisses up the column of your neck, towards your chin.

"Can I check?" He murmurs, nipping at your jawline. You shut your eyes, your teeth nibbling on your bottom lip as another blissed out "mhm" leaves you.

His hand slides down your waist, moving towards the center of your stomach where he continues sliding down until his fingers go under your pants' waistband. He feels the elastic band of your underwear, his fingers maneuvering beneath it as well. You gasp when you feel his fingers dip lower until he's tracing your slippery folds. His dick twitches at the amount of arousal drooling out of you.

"You're bad, mama." He sighs, listening to your little breaths as he teases you. How long had you been turned on to be this wet? "Were you gonna keep this from me had I not been so persistent?" His middle and index fingers glide up and down your slit.

You let out a moan when he started rubbing your clit, his rough pads giving you more friction than anything you've ever felt.

"Answer me." His dark, green eyes bore into your closed ones. "Were you gonna get yourself off once I left?"

"Y-Yes! Yes, Toji," you cried out, writhing beneath him. "Didn't wanna tell you. It's embarrassing," you whine.

He chuckles. "That why you were on edge earlier? 'Cause you were on the edge of cumming, untouched?"

You nod, rolling your eyes open to meet his gaze. Your lust-filled gaze made chills run up his spine, the sight borderline sinful. He cups your jaw with his free hand, his grip tight as he stares into your constellation eyes. "Look at me like that again and i'll fuck you 'til you can't see straight. You hear me?" He was fighting the urge to bust his load into his jeans. It was already hard enough having to watch you as you fell apart on his fingers, but now you were giving him "fuck me" eyes, and it got ten times harder.

His threat only brought your orgasm closer. He had never spoken to you that way before. It had your stomach filling to the brim with butterflies, but you responded with a moaned "uh-huh", anyway.

"T-Toji, I'm gonna cum. More, please," you whimpered.

"Aren't you a sensitive little thing? Didn't even have to finger you to make you cum."

"Oh, fuck-" you cry out, cut off by Toji's hand.

"Shh... I know, I know, sweet girl," he coos, his fingers teasing you down at your entrance. "Gonna cum? Make a pretty mess on my fingers, hm?" He mumbles, his lips returning to your neck.

You hum, sultrily. Your arms are stretched above your head, your nails digging into the armrest of the couch. You arch your back off the cushions, loud gasps released into the air when Toji releases his hold on your mouth. You slowly roll your hips into Toji's hand, chasing the friction against your cunt.

"Fuck, baby. You feeling yourself?" His cock is throbbing at the sight of you looking so careless. Your face is aimed up, your lips parted as you release all the sounds of pleasure that you're capable of. His fingers go back up to your clit, the pad of his middle finger rubbing rapidly at the nub. It was driving you insane, how close you were to cumming on his fingers. Your stomach caved with every breath you inhaled and your whole body trembled as you treaded over the edge of your devastingly powerful orgasm.

Toji watched as you writhed beneath him, his lidded eyes taking in your contorted features as you cried out in overwhelming pleasure. He leaned in to kiss up your neck again, really just wanting to be closer to the source of the sounds filling the room. "So fuckin' pretty," he trilled into your jaw. Your soft little grunts reached his ears, turning to whines as you tried to wriggle away from the stimulation. He didn't miss the way your thighs clamped around his torso, signaling that his touch was getting to be too much. "Alright, alright. Had enough?"

You nod, a huff leaving you as he slowly takes his hand out of your underwear.

You sigh after catching your breath, feeling enlightened and satisfied. You giggle when you see Toji's staring at you. "What?"

"It's gonna be my mouth next time." His hands are on your hips, massaging deep circles into the material of your pants. "M gonna taste you on my tongue, and I want all that wetness on my lips and your cum all over my face, instead of my fingers."

"You're so vulgar, Toji," you say, with a smile on your face. You're unaware of how big the hearts in your eyes are when you look at this man.

He sighs as he lays down on you, his body weighing you down. He looks up at you, his chin resting on your chest. "How can you expect any different when you look like hell's favorite sinner when you cum?" He exhales through his nose, thinking of the look on your face as unraveled beneath him. It's now engraved in his mind. His dick could become a huge problem if he thinks about it for too long. "For real, doll, I wanna see that again but with my face between your legs."

You giggle to yourself, wishing the comment didn't have you blushing like you were. Your whole body was heating up.

"You're not gonna run when I get close to you next time, right? Gonna be a good girl for me?" He smirks at the twitch of your thighs around him.

"No, i'll be good. I promise."

"That's right, baby. I'll be looking forward to it," he says before burying his face into your breasts.

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mommypieck · 1 year ago

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⌗︙・how jjk men like it ⸜⸜・

gojo

"hold on tight, baby." gojo whispers into your ear when your back presses against the door. he holds you by your thighs, bouncing you on his cock. he loves when he gets to pick you up and manhandle you the way he likes it. maybe it's your size maybe it's because he likes when you whine about his dropping you. he is the strongest after all - the best. he adores how well you take his cock, every inch of him seated in your tiny pussy. your boobs bounce with every thrust he makes, showing how powerful his thrusts are. you claw on gojo's back for support, making him smile. he knows you're about to leave marks all over his back for his friends to see. you always mark him up without knowing.

"are you gonna cum on my cock?" he asks you, dragging your pussy on the full size of his cock. he holds you up before dropping you down all the way. you nod, almost screaming when his pace speeds.

"okay, love. cum on this cock."

geto

his hands hold your ass as you bounce on his cock. your hips go up and down with geto's help from time to time. he's big and it took you a long time before you could fit him all the way in this position, that's why geto's favorite.

"do your legs hurt already?" geto asks when he notices you slowing down. you shake your head - a lie, bouncing on his cock with the stamina you have left. his eyes soften, you're tired already and yet you're still not whining and drooling from his cock.

"let me help you." he says, his hands hugging your middle. geto thrusts his cock in with all he has, making you fall on his chest. he's mean and he uses your pussy as his personal toy and you can't help but to moan and whine. as much as he loves fucking you like this, sometimes he wishes he would see his cock going inside of you, inside of your tiny pussy. you feel like a rag doll in his arms, letting him do whatever he wants to you.

toji

your face buries into the pillow as toji fucks you from behind. his big hands are on your ass, squeezing in while his cock destroys your insides. he likes fucking you like this because he sees your whole ass. he loves your ass so much and when he doesn't get to fuck it, he likes to watch it jiggle. he's much bigger than you and his thrusts feel like your whole body is being tossed around. he pulls out before pushing his entire length into you again. your pussy stretches almost painfully around him but he doesn't care, it's his pussy and he gets to fuck it how he likes.

"feeling good?" he laughs when you let you a slutty moan. he knows you love being fucked like this by how wet your pussy is. he angles his cock a bit, ramming it straight to your needy spot. tears fill your eyes, he's too good at this.

"you gonna squirt on my cock?" he trained you to be a good squirter, creaming on his cock every time he said so. he doesn't have to be afraid you won't because he's too good at what he's doing.

nanami

"i love how you feel." nanami moans into your ear, his hips fucking into you with passion. his body lays softly on top of yours while you have your legs wrapped around his body. he kisses you, speeding up his thrusts. you whine a little, sometimes you feel like he's too big for you. he has other plans with you though, he wants you to get used to his big cock. his hand travels to your neck and he thrusts in harder than before. you yelp but you let him take what's his. he kisses all over you, his hips suddenly ramming into your little pussy. you moan and whine, most of the time he's sweet but sometimes he makes you totally fall apart.

"do you like it like this?" he asks, even when he's breaking you, he's so considerate of how you feel. you nod, it's something new but you absolutely love it. he loves this position because he gets to be close to you and worship your body, but it also helps him making you into a drooling mess.

"so beautiful, you take it so well."

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adragonprinceswhore · 8 months ago

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One Whore Is As Good As Another

Aemond x Brothel worker x (drunk) Aegon

Summary: Desperate to prove he's no mere boy, Prince Aemond leaves his taunting brother and seeks out another conquest. Momentarily, he feels back in control, until his brother reappears.

Warnings: 18+, AFAB reader, reader is a brothel worker and has Valyrian features, targcest, rough sex, oral (m. receiving), face fuccin', P in V, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, titty slapping, humiliation, degradation, dysfunctional brothers

Word Count: 2000

A/N: I had this idea when I read the leaks for episode 3, and let's just say Aegon's awfulness worked great as inspiration. Filthy drabble ahead!

You've seen Prince Aemond's long, silver hair flash by in the corner of your eye countless times in the past weeks.

You never get the chance to observe the prince up close. He only appears fleetingly, confidently striding through the Blue Pearl towards the room where Madame Sylvie awaits him.

She seems to be his favourite; the only one allowed to touch the imposing young man. Sometimes he spends hours with her, though you are not privy to the details. All you know is that most men entering your place of employment conduct much shorter visits.

You do not envy your madame. Entertaining a Targaryen prince is no easy feat, from what you've heard.

Still, you do wonder what it would be like to catch his eye. For him to choose you, like he had chosen the madame.

Had he ever caught sight of you, like you did him? Had he ever seen the shimmer of your silver hair reflect in the corner of his eye?

Does you Valyrian heritage look as alluring as that of the statuesque prince, despite being born a bastard?

These thoughts had merely been fugitive, indulgent fantasies.

Until tonight.

Prince Aemond stands naked in the middle of the vast space in the heart of the Blue Pearl, seeing eye gazing out over the intertwined bodies moving in differing rhythms.

No one had asked for your services as of yet, and you'd therefore been tasked with refilling chalices and plates for the patrons.

The prince's gaze settles on you as you pour wine into a few cups scattered around, ensuring no one chases pleasure parched.

He walks towards you in slow, confident steps, seemingly uncaring that he is fully nude.

'Tis a brothel after all.

Placing the decanter back on the table, you curtsey as he draws near; trembling fingers fumbling with the thin material of your gown,

"Wine, your grace?"

"Do you work here?"

'Tis not the wine that caught his attention.

"Yes. How may I be of service?"

His eye scans the place, searching for a more secluded spot. He gestures towards a plush settee tucked away in a corner with a nod, prompting you to follow him there.

Walking next to the prince, you can truly admire the sharp features of his face. His hair is as fetching up close, and his skin resembles milk; so clear and smooth.

Clean.

Not fit for the filthy surroundings you'd been brought up in.

"Are you my uncle's bastard?"

His query catches you off guard,

"I-, I do not know, your grace. Mayhaps"

You could be his cousin.

Or his sister.

It matters little here; the gods had decided both of your fates when they ruled it fair he be born a prince and you a bastard to a whore in Flea Bottom.

Despite the evident uncertainty, your answer seems to please him.

Prince Aemond's hums, seeing eye narrowing and the right corner of his mouth twitching briefly, perhaps nearly breaking into a smile.

The possibility of you being his uncle's daughter excites him.

"Lay down"

You do as told, reclining on the settee. The corner the two of you occupy is fairly out of sight, yet there is no curtain hindering wandering eyes from seeing your act. It surprises you that the otherwise secretive prince would chose such an exposed place for your coupling, yet you say nothing.

The choice is his.

He inspects your form as you lie down; gaze traveling from the round softness of your breasts to the smooth skin of your inner thighs. The gown you wear leaves little hidden, and the prince's searing stare causes your heart to drum quicker in your chest.

The unpredictability of what he'll do next; of what he wants from you, causes as much unease within you as the determined look in his eye elicits.

He hums, head nodding faintly to himself, before he moves towards you, lifting one long, lean leg so he may straddle your chest.

His cock is right by your mouth, already growing larger as he gazes down at your face underneath him.

Perhaps 'tis the gaining of control that arouses the prince so; seeing you laid out for him with nothing but obedience to offer.

He feeds you his half-hard cock; not too brutish to force it all in your mouth at once. A prince still keeps his manners, you suppose.

Taking him in, you feel the skin of his member; hot and with a taste like salt. It's heavy in your mouth, and the awkward position the prince has you in does not allow you much movement.

He looks down at you; one eye stoney and unmoving, with shadows and light dancing in it. The other expressive and fierce.

Hungry.

Both his hands grab the back of the seat as he leans forward, forcing more of his cock down your throat. It prevents you from breathing, yet you do your best to appease him, sucking and swallowing him to the best of your ability.

You feel his balls slap your chin as he rocks into your mouth, pleased grunts escaping his lips.

A few more thrusts and you start to feel dizzy, not receiving enough air with the prince's manhood in your mouth and his lower belly pressed up against your nose.

You gently tap his leg and he abruptly pulls away from you, hurriedly moving off of you to stand next to the settee.

You cough as you inhale air once again, looking up at him with glassy eyes and wet lips, shining with spit.

His face is still harsh and demanding, and your gaze flickers down to his cock.

Decorated in your spit, it has grown double in size and is now red; like vexed skin after a beating.

You lay still, breathing rapidly to regain your senses. After giving you a moment to calm, Prince Aemond gestures for you to stand, and sits down on the settee.

He grabs your hips, dragging you towards his lap, and so 'tis your time to straddle him, take his cock in hand and sink down on it.

You know how to play these games. You know how to appease the men seeking your touch. Still, the moan you emit as you take in the prince is not solely performative; the stretch of his member fills you to the point of pain.

You bite your lip in a vain effort to concentrate, set on pleasing and serving your prince. Moving up and down in a slow pace, you grow wetter and more accustomed to his intrusion, and soon, your own pleasure follows.

"A-, ah, Prince Aemond", you call out, hoping the flattery will make him favour you even more. Mayhaps as much as he favours your madame.

He grunts and places his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him so he may rest his face against your scarcely clad bosom. He's enjoying you; reveling in your cunt, and it feels like the highest of praise.

You continue to call his title, his name, moving faster and harsher up and down his length, until,

"Brother!"

You catch the flash of a figure stumbling towards you in the corner of your eye, certain you know who it is before looking up;

King Aegon.

His lips are curved into a lazy smile, eyes half-lidded and hair tousled,

"I knew you had it in ya!"

The king ends his exclamation with a slur, clearly far too drunk to be staggering around Flea Bottom unattended.

You'd never been eye to eye with the king before; word around the street was that he found the Blue Pearl far too dull. He requires more to quench his thirst for depravity.

And yet, seeing you ride his brother's cock seems to be to his liking,

"Come on, girl, ride the dragon!", King Aegon shouts before falling into a fit of laughter. His hand smacks your arse as if you were a mare, urging you to go faster.

You search the prince's face for approval, but he's not looking at you anymore. His dark gaze is trained on his brother; still harsh and determined. You take his silence for compliance and move faster; quick breaths of exhaustion and moans of pleasure slipping out from your still wet lips.

"Making her do all the work-",

Aegon's still laughing between the words he slurs out. Standing behind you, one of his hands move to cup your left breast, and he squeezes it roughly; too drunk to appreciate tenderness,

"-I can see why"

Prince Aemond is still silent; still staring at his amused brother.

"No, no, no, this won't do", the king mumbles as he releases the harsh grip he'd had on your breast,

"Remove your gown, bastard"

Again, you seek Prince Aemond's eye for instruction, but he does not grant it. So, you grab the hem of your thin attire and pull it off over your head, exposing yourself to the Targaryen brothers.

'Tis not like you've never been naked before; you entertain most guests nude. Still, there's something about the royals' presence, their ongoing, silent battle, that leaves you feeling more exposed than ever before.

King Aegon hums in appreciation at the sight of your bare teats, the same rough hand coming up to slap the side of one of them, chuckling as they knock together.

You pick up the pace to ride your prince again, yet the king does not leave you be. His voice is still amused, though tinted with something darker, as he commands his brother,

"I want to see you fuck her like a hound, Aemond"

The prince does not reply, and your pace does not falter. You were tasked with pleasuring the prince, and if he did not reply to his brother's orders, neither would you.

Though he is your king.

"Fuck her like a hound! Come on!"

King Aegon sounds more agitated now; impatient. He does not like that his brother does not obey him instantaneously; that he would refuse an order.

The prince is as stubborn as his elder, and in between the brothers, is you;

Caught between two dragons waging a war of wills.

"Get up", Prince Aemond grits through clenched teeth.

You comply, standing swiftly only to be turned and roughly placed back on the settee on your knees.

The prince places a hand on your lower back, pushing you to arch, and enters you in one stroke, reaching far deeper than your previous position had allowed.

He quickly sets a brutal pace; fucking your squelching cunt harsh and quick.

You desperately hold on to the back of the seat, vainly searching for some control as the prince takes his pleasure from you.

Behind you, you hear his laboured breaths and grunts, and the entertained cackle of the king,

"That's more like it!"

He walks around the settee to face you; watching your body as it sways back and forward with the prince's rough thrusts.

Leaning in closely, so closely that his wine-soaked breath is right by your cheek, King Aegon inquires, "How does royal cock feel?"

You know how to play these games.

"Heavenly, your grace"

He hums and touches a strand of your hair, twirling it around his finger, "Is that what your mother thought as well?"

He does not bother with waiting for an answer from you; truly, he's not interested in knowing. Instead, he circles the settee yet again to stand next to his brother, mesmerised by the sight of his cock driving in and out of you,

"Where on her will you spill?"

Prince Aemond stays silent, pace never faltering.

“Face, teats or arse?”, his brother asks, but before his stoic sibling answers, he decides for him,

"Spill on her face. You got to appreciate those, uh, familiar features"

A few more rough strokes and the prince pulls out, grabs your waist, and turns you around so that you face them both. He pushes on your shoulder in a silent order for you to get on the floor, once again with his member in your face.

With a quick hand he strokes his slick cock, seed shooting out like arrows, landing on your cheeks, in your hair, on your lips.

He's breathing heavily, yet does not say anything, nor does he moan or grunt. He simply decorates your face in pearly luminescence, matching your silver hair and lilac eyes.

When he's done, he turns, and you see his older brother lay a comradery hand on his shoulder, commending him for "a good fuck".

As the brothers walk away together, you see the tension in Prince Aemond's shoulders ease ever so slightly.

The burdens of being a royal.

A/N: If the HotD writers want Aemond to be obsessed with his uncle, I'll comply! I like to write these little drabbles as a fun way to practice writing without much pressure, so please be kind, it's all just for fun!

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prettybean · 1 year ago

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WHAT THEY WOULD SAY DURING SEX (COD +18)

* I have a soft spot for Keegan, im sorry

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

Ghost

“I know it's big”

“arch your back, just like that”

“Did you want this? Say it"

“Stick out your tongue or I won't give you anything”

“Such a whore, now you don't act like a brat in front of everyone anymore, huh?”

“Are you listening? open your fucking legs"

“Good girl, let everyone hear how much you love having my cock inside”

“An angel who wants to be fucked by me, how pathetic”

Soap

“Where’s my innocent girl?”

“Show me how much you want it”

“Fuck, you're so cute when you struggle to stay still”

"Use your words"

“Get on your fucking knees”

“You’re sucking it so good, baby, can you take it down your throat?"

“Do you want me to cum here? You want it? Do you want me to fill that pretty mouth?”

“You're all dirty, come here”

Price

“Look at you, always trying to flirt with the higher ranking ones”

“Lie down on my desk”

“You're so wet, did you need a spanking to make you behave?”

“Cum. Now."

“You're still so needy, even though I just fucked you”

“Look how much you came, you wet my uniform”

“Call me sir or I will have to punish you again”

“I fuck you harder, so you will show me some respect”

Gaz

“You belong to me, am I clear?”

“You acted like a brat, now you pay the consequences”

“You’re so pretty you are when you moan for me”

"I love you so much"

“You can give me another one, pretty girl”

“Be good for me, cum on my cock”

“Do you like it, sugar?”

“Don't lie, your wet pussy is begging for mercy”

Alejandro

“I knew you would be good while I was at work”

“Did you touch yourself?”

“You're so cute, keep begging me”

“This pussy is so good, mi amor”

“That’s it, legs around my face, just like that”

“Fuck, I had no idea you were so sensitive”

“Do you like my tongue?”

“Don't look at me like that or I won't stop eating your pussy”

Graves

“Keep riding me, don't you dare stop”

“Do you feel it? Do you feel how good my cock fills you?”

“You like being on top of me, don’t you?”

“I just said a word and you're already bouncing on my cock”

"What did you say? I can't understand with all those moans"

“Good, just like that”

“I told you not to tease me in front of Shadows”

“I know you were just being a brat because you want to get fucked.”

König

"Do not run away"

“God, you're so small I could break you”

"It's big? huh?”

“You can't even take my cock properly, look at you”

“Don't cry, I only put on the tip”

“You're so tight, I might go crazy”

“Stop moving, you have to take it all”

“I don't give a fuck if it doesn't fit, take my cock like a good whore”

* He tends to switch to speaking only in German when he loses control

Keegan

“My eyes are up here”

“You do what I say, if I want you to cum, you cum, whore”

“I noticed how you looked at those recruits, you wanted their dicks too, huh?“

“What's the matter, are you shy now?”

“Do you like being fucked like a whore? This is what you deserve."

"You do not talk anymore? You won't get anything if you don't tell me what you want."

“This is my girl, always greedy for my cum”

"You want to come? Then start counting”

—

pt 2

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satoruan · 1 year ago

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YOUR BIGGEST FAN — GETO SUGURU

✧･. on vacation with your family, you discover that your biggest fan may not be a mystery after fall.

( TW ) f!reader. camgirl!reader. stepbrother!Geto (in a plot device way, no nii-chan and stuff.) unprotected sex. cream pie. phone sex. squirting. fingering. mutual masturbation. cunnilingus. deception. mentions of bullying. misunderstandings. hurt/comfort. explicit content.

word count - > 6.6k

authors note. can you see I wasn’t creative with the username? I have a love-hate relationship with this fic because I feel like it goes from 0 to 100 real quick lmfao. This is heavily inspired by the book Eyes on Me!

“I bet you look handsome.” You smile at the black screen with the default profile picture floating in the middle.

‘Nah.’ User @Sssman72 types into the chat the takes up the left half of your computer.

“Stop! Don’t say think bad things about yourself,” You laugh, making sure your tits jiggle in the flimsy red lingerie you're wearing. “I know your handsome baby.” You reassure your favorite client. The man who alone gives you 50% of your income. He’s the one who bought you this pretty lingerie set you're wearing.

‘You look tired babydoll...how was today?’ He types.

“I’m fine, I promise, just had a long day, was on a few other private chats with some other customers the entire day.” You confess. In all honesty after this call you were planning to pass out and try to get a few hours of sleep before you had to fly out to your family's vacation home. Today on your live stream, you told your followers you were going on vacation for the next two weeks and wouldn't be online. You didn't plan to get on a call with @Sssman72 but he had texted you as you were getting ready to go to bed that he had a bad day and wanted to see you. Before you had a chance to protest, he spent you 500 and said it would only be 30 minutes. You gave in because first he was your biggest supporter and you wanted to be there for him in some way with all the money and gifts, he sends you and second, you didn’t mind chatting with him, you thought he was the sweetest and you struck lucky the day he joined one of your lives.

‘I’ll let you go then, I want you to get some rest before your flight, sorry for keeping you up beautiful just needed to vent about my ass job.’

“I’m always here for you handsome, I'll make sure to send you those pictures you requested through the week.”

‘Make sure you enjoy your break babydoll, don’t gotta worry about me. Goodnight.’

You say your goodbyes and end up falling asleep in the lingerie bought you as soon as you shut your laptop.

—

“How’s college y/n?” Your stepfather asks when you slide into the back seat of the car. Your mother fitting the last of your luggage into the trunk.

“it’s fine, some of my classes are difficult but nothing I can't manage.” You answer as you buckle in.

“Oh yeah? Thats good. You mom tells me you started a job a few months ago, how's that working out for you?”

You tense under the small blanket you’ve thrown over yourself.

“u-uhm yeah its good—yeah it’s been fun.”

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I don't remember what you mother told me you did again.” He chuckles.

“Uhm—I'm a bartender, m-my friend works there and got me a position.” You tell him the lie you've rehearsed hundreds of times. You start to sweat under the blanket. Did he buy it? What if he and your mom found out what you did? Are they planning to ambush you when you get to the house? They're going to make you drop out and chain you up in the basement when they find out. You throw the blanket off, suddenly too hot and alert. Guess that nap you were planning on taking during the drive wasn’t happening.

“Oh, that’s fun sweetheart, I remember I bartended awhile when I was in college, got fired for stealing the alcohol though,” He laughs at the memory before turning to look at you. “You wouldn’t do that though, you’re a good girl.”

You nod, thankful that your mom decided now to take your stepdad's attention away and get in the car.

“Alrighty were good to!” She cheers. Your stepdad turns back around in his seat before starting the car.

“Finally, thought we were going to get a fine parked here another minute.”

“Oh, shut up! Y/n are you excited to go back to the vacation house? You haven’t been in years!” You mom asks as you guys pull out of the airport.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to, I missed the hiking trails and the waterfalls. None of that in the big city.” You answer truthfully. You did miss the silence of the secluded house you vacationed at every summer since your mom married your stepdad. It was the company that you hated. As if your mom heard your thought, she says something that makes your heart drop.

“Suguru feels the same way, we didn't even have to blackmail him to come! That boy...”

“Suguru is coming?” You scream.

“Coming? Sweetie, he’s already arrived this morning. I’m so excited were all together as a family again.”

“Are you fucking serious mom? Turn the car around and bring me back to the airport!” You screech. You were not going to spend the next week with your bully of a stepbrother.

“Y/n!” You mom gasps.

“Sweetheart, he’s changed.” Your stepdad tells you as if that's going to make it better.

“That’s what he wants you to think! He’s the worst human being on planet earth, please don’t make me spend the next few weeks with him, please mom,” you lean over the consul. “Please dad.” You pout at your stepfather. You know he gets weak whenever you call him dad.

“Sweetheart...”

“No! You aren’t sweet talking your way out of this, he’s changed. He isn't the same teenager with a chip on his shoulder, he’s matured. He even told me the reason he’s coming is to apologize and bond with you y/n.”

“He’s lying mom! He doesn't care about me; I wouldn't be surprised if he told you that just so he could drown me in the lake. You guys own the land so nobody would find my body!” You start to tear up. You were going to jump out of the car if your parents didn't turn back around. Your stepbrother was your biggest tormentor since the day you met him. From picking on you at home to getting the girls to bully you at school. He made your life hell for four years. The day you left for college you screamed how much you hated him and told your parents that the four of you would only be in the same room again when you lay in a casket.

“Oh, don’t cry sweetheart. Your mother is right, he’s changed, I wouldn’t have allowed him around you if he hadn’t. Give us a week and if you want to leave, I promise I'll drive you back to the airport and you’ll never have to see him again, please?”

“No.” You cross your arms and look out the window despite knowing that they’ve won. You can’t jump out of the car now that you are on the highway, and you didn’t bring your own car to drive yourself back to the airport.

“We’ll give you the master suite, the whole attic floor to yourself.” They bargain. You act like you’re thinking of accepting the offer. With the master suite taking up the entire third floor you could lock yourself up there and ignore Suguru. You could also film videos and even go live because the room is soundproof. You perk up at that. You could just spend your vacation on stream and chatting with @Sssman72. He’s somehow always free for you and told you that if you get bored you could call him. He’ll make up for your stepbrother’s awful behavior.

“Fine, I’ll take the master suite.”

—

“Okay that's the last of your luggage, we’ll be having dinner in a few hours on the dock.”

“Kay, thanks.” You watch your stepdad shut the door. Once he does you release the tension in your shoulders. You lock the door before running to throw yourself onto the huge king bed. You sink down. You didn’t see Suguru when you arrived, you mom told you he was probably in town. You hope he stayed in town for the next two weeks.

After laying it bed thinking about how much you hate Suguru with a passion you pull out your phone and open the porn app. You click on messages and open your chat with @Sssman72.

‘Hey...I know I told you I was on vacation but I already wanna go home. You don't have to answer lol.’ You send. He immediately starts typing.

‘Of course, I'll answer you babydoll. What’s wrong?’ Your face heats at the pet names. You wish you knew what he looked like, all he told you about himself was that he was in his twenties and worked for his father's company. You want to know more, what he looks like, what he sounds like. If the messages he sends make you sweat, you wonder what’ll happen if he spoke to them to you. In your head he’s a handsome bachelor who just so happened to find you and deem you worthy of his time and money but hell, he could be lying. He could be some old rich man in his eighties who likes young girls like all the rest of your viewers. The romantic part of you ignores that and is convinced he is who he says he is and that one day you’re going to meet in person and fall in and have a bunch of his babies.

‘You know that stepbrother I told you about?’

“Mm, that asshole who bullied you?’

‘Yep, that asshole. Anyways I bet you won't guess who's here on vacation with me?’

‘Are you serious?’

‘Dead serious...my parents didn’t tell me until I was already trapped and now, I have to spend my vacation away with a man who hates me for no reason.’

‘Wow that’s crazy lol. Did your parents tell you why he chose to vacation with you if he doesn’t like you?’

‘Apparently he’s here to make amends...he’s probably here to kill me so he gets all the inheritance.’

‘Well, what if he’s really there to make amends baby?’

‘You should've heard the groan I just let out. I can’t believe you’re on his side babe. When I tell you that he too evil for that I mean it.’

‘Hey, you know I'm always on your side babydoll, I'm just giving you a man’s perspective on it. Maybe he realized he’s fucked up and he feels back so he wants to apologize for all the wrong he caused you’

‘Yea well from a women's perspective he’s an asshole who doesn’t care about anyone else but himself!’

‘Don’t say the baby...hypothetically what would he have to do to get you to forgive him?’

‘Hypothetically he's going to have to get on his knees and beg for my forgiveness every time he sees me until I deem, he's forgiven. And he’s also gonna have to send every dollar in his bank account to me AND be my slave for the rest of his life...hypothetically.’

‘Lol you never know babydoll, he just might be willing to do anything for your forgiveness. I know I would.’

‘That’s because you’re perfect and care about my feelings...now I'm gonna go get some sleep before having to eat with the devil. Pray he doesn’t poison me and I survive the night.’

—

You sit at the dinning room table waiting for Suguru. Of course, he’s late, he doesn’t care about anyone's time but his. You say so to your parents.

“Y/n stop being so harsh and give him a chance please.” You roll your eyes and go back to scrolling on social media.

“Sorry I'm late.” You jump at the deep voice before whipping your head to the left where your stepbrother stands looking so...so different.

“Suguru! No need to apologize! Come sit.” Your mother points to the empty seat opposite you. Suguru glances at you and smiles before walking to the seat. You gasp. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile at you or anyone else. Actually, you know he hasn’t smiled at anyone, he was know for being so stoic. You watch intensely as he pulls out the chair and sits. He looks like a different man, his hair is long, down past his shoulders, the black shirt he's wearing stretches around a huge chest. He looks like he spends half his day in the gym. And those eyes—those eyes that always had heavy eyebags and glared at everyone that looked his way, look at you with gentle look you can’t place. They even crease with the smile that he’s wearing. Your eyes widen, he has a fucking dimple. He looks like a gentleman, he looks handsome. You can't stop staring at his smile.

“Y/n? You alright?” You Stepdad breaks through the haze you were in. You look at your parents and back to Suguru who all have concerned expressions on their faces. You feel your entire body heat in embarrassment.

‘Uhm—yea I'm fine.” You look at your parents, refusing to look back at that smile. Suguru has different plans.

“Hey y/n, it’s been a long time yeah?” Suguru says in that deep voice that has your heart beating faster. Out the corner of your eye you watch as Suguru reaches over the food, holding his hand out. Does he really think you’re about to give him a damn handshake?

...Are you seriously thinking about shaking that huge hand? No, you won’t.

You purse your lips and cross your arms over your chest. You swear you see him glance down at your cleavage but the next second, he's holding eye contact. You blink and look away with a ‘hmm’. He lowers his hand.

“Alright guys let's eat, okay?” You mom breaks the tension. Everyone grabs their share, and you eat in silence for a while, nobody brave enough to speak and you simmering with anger at Suguru. You throw glare at him every time you look up from your plate which happens more times than you’d admit.

“You got something there.” Suguru points the sharp end of the fork at you.

“What?” You ask.

“There,” He grabs his napkin and starts to reach for you. You tense suddenly locked in place. Suguru brings the napkin to the corner of your mouth and wipes it. “There you go.”

You stare at him like he's grown three heads. Maybe he’s dying and wants to make amends? Why else would he be treating you like this. Maybe someone took over his body? That has to be it.

“Uh thanks?” You mummer, unsure what to say.

“You're welcome little sis.” You choke on your spit. What the hell did he just call you!? He must be messing with you; you’re suddenly filled with rage. You glare at him, hoping he disintegrates with the sheer force of your stare.

“You’ve grown up.” Suguru says after another blinking contest, you lost.

“Yea, have you?” You snarl. He stops smiling.

“I have,” he says seriously, setting his fork down. “I want to talk about—”

“I don’t care.”

“Please—”

“No!” You slam your hand on the table, and he goes silent. You’re overcome with guilt before you remember that he bullied you for a year, that he told the entire school to bully you after he graduated. Fuck him.

—

You slam the door the door of your room speed walking to the bathroom. You strip your clothes before turning on the tub. You finally breathe when you settle into the scolding hot water. You needed to wash his gaze, his touch, off your body. The entire dinner after your conversation was awkward, your parents didn't really speak, and you refused to glance back up at Suguru who wouldn't stop staring.

You hated him. You hated him. You—you can’t bring yourself to hate him. For some unknown reason you can’t bring yourself to hate him despite everything he's put you through. Why? You shake your head. You don’t want to think of Suguru while you're trying to relax. You phone dings. You pick up and a smile replaces your frown. @Sssman72.

‘How are you babydoll, you alive?’

‘Yes, wish I wasn’t though.’

‘Why what happened during dinner?’ You sigh and send him voice message detailing everything that happened.

‘Oh wow.’

‘I know.’

‘You gonna give him a chance to explain?’

‘I don’t know I don’t want to but also, I want to hear his explanation...can we call I really don't want to type all of this out?’

‘Course, give me a second. I'll call you.’ You wait a few minutes before you hear the familiar ring.

“Hi handsome.” you smile at the blank profile. Right now, you’d do anything to see him, to hear him comfort you, to be in his arms. He could be the ugliest man in the world, you wouldn’t care.

‘HI beautiful. Talk to me.’ He types into the chat box.

“I don't know. like I said I want to hear him out but also, I don't want to hear it because what it it’s bad, what if it doesn’t excuse it? But also, what if it does and I feel like shit for being mean back—it's just so stressful.”

‘I know babydoll. I wish I could be there right now and hold you. I would do anything to take that hurt away. I'm sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.’

“Stop, don’t apologize you didn’t do anything. If anything, I should apologize for using you as a therapist when you paid to see me naked.” You laugh.

‘Beautiful girl—I would rather pay to hear all your problems and be able to comfort you than see you naked again.’

“Wow you don’t want to see me naked, I'm hurt. Just kidding, thank you for saying that handsome.” You feel your heart skip a beat at his message. Maybe you can convince him to turn his camera on tonight.

“I kinda wanna take my mind off everything right now.” You murmur into the phone before turning on your camera. You hold it above you and smile so he can see everything.

‘So, fucking beautiful, prettiest girl in the world. You gonna give me a show?’

“hm,” You use your free hand to tap your chin. “Only if you do something for me.”

‘And what is that?’

‘Can you turn your camera on? And before you say no, you don’ have to show your face—maybe you can just show your dick or something else. We can masturbate on the phone, please handsome please.” You whine giving him your best puppy face. You watch as the chat bubbles disappear and reappear. You’re about to back out but all the sudden you’re looking at a dim lit room and a huge cock between a big hand. Your eyes widen and the sight.

"Y-you probably won’t be able to type and jack off at the same time” You suck in a breath. Please turn your audio on please...

‘I’m gonna turn my audio on but I won’t talk, okay? Think you can get off on my moans babydoll?’

You nod.

‘Good girl now show me that pretty pussy, make it squirt for me.’

You lift yourself up to sit on the corner of the tub, propping one leg on tub and spreading the other that rests in the water. You flip the camera so your mystery man can watch you finger yourself. You hear him groan and spit onto his hand.

You moan softly at the sound, teasing your entrance. You wish he was talking to through it, but you’ll settle for this for now. One day...

“Mmm, wish you were the one fingering me right now,” You circle your clit before gliding your fingers out your cunt.

“Wish you were here, holding me n' fucking me.” You curl your fingers into your g-spot and moan. You look back at your phone, watching your stranger play with the tip of his long cock. It looks so big compared to his hand, you know you’ll struggle to take it. Your pussy clenches around your small fingers that do close to nothing compared to your dildos at home.

“Wan’ your cock in me so bad, it looks so big you’ll have to force me to take it, you’ll have to hold me down and make me take it.” You cry out. You watch as he squeezes his hand up and down his cock. It looks painful. He grunts louder.

“M’gonna cum for you handsome, m’gonna give you what you want and make a mess,” You speed up your fingers to match how fast he slides his fist up and his cock. You moan louder, thankful that you got the suite and aren’t in the room next to your stepbrothers, how embarrassing it would be if he could hear you pleasuring yourself.

You clench harder around your fingers. Your stranger starts to grunt and groan louder. You shiver at his deep voice on the edge of cumming.

“Please please let me cum please! Can I come for you please?” You cry, your pussy starts to squelch, spurts of liquid coming out.

“Yes, cum for me.” Your mystery man groans in an all too familiar voice but before you have time to think about it, you’re squirting, the grip on your phone loosening and falling into the water.

“N-no!”

—

“Yes, this phone is done for, your mother and I are heading into town we can try to find a company that sells phone, but you know how small towns like this are.” You stepdad stares at your phone that’s been sitting in a container full of rice since last night.

“Fuck, I need it for work! What am I going to do?” You look up at him in distress.

“What do you need your phone for bartending?” He looks down at you incredulously.

“My boss is sending me some important email and I didn't bring my computer.” You lie.

“Well, you can use Suguru’s laptop, I saw him using it this morning in the sitting room. Think he left it there before he went on his run.” Your stepdad points down the hall as your mother rounds the corner.

“Ready to go honey?” She asks your stepdad.

“Coming! Use Suguru laptop to check your email, if we come back and you haven’t got the email you can use my phone. Bye! Have fun and be nice!” Your stepdad waves before following your mother. You wave back.

Of course, you had to use Suguru’s laptop. Maybe you can just log in, tell your stranger that you’re okay and that you won’t be able to contact him until you get a new phone and then delete the history before Suguru comes back from his run. It’ll only take a few minutes...you hope he doesn’t a password.

You run to the sitting room, but you don’t see a laptop anywhere. Dammit, he always has to make things hard for you. You walk up the round staircase and down the hall until you're standing in front of Suguru’s room. You look around, as if Suguru's gonna pop up out of nowhere and attack you from going into his room. You shake the thought off and open his door. You stop and stare at the bed, you feel like you've seen that duvet. You chalk it up to a bunch of man having the same bedding before turning to scan the room for a laptop. You quickly spot the laptop on his desk and run to it. You sigh in relief when it opens to the last tab he had opened. Thank you Suguru for not caring about who gets into your shit. You click new tab and start to type in the name of the website you use before you freeze.

You only need to type in three letters before the website popped up in top hits. You stop breathing. No... He couldn’t know what you do. Is that why he came here? Was he going to expose you to your parents? Was he acting nice to butter you up before crushing you? Your vision starts to blur. All boys watch porn, maybe he just happens to watch porn on the same website you film on. You can block your account from him so that he never finds you. You swallow before clicking the tab. You shakily move they pointer over to the search bar before you spot something in the left corner that makes you dizzy.

Right where the username of the viewer is supposed to be is the username @Sssman72. Your heart stops and you feel wetness hit your hands. This can’t be real. You move to chat and cry out when you see your username. The last text he sent was asking what happened. No—this is a dream; you’re going to wake up and this is going to be a bad nightmare. You refuse to believe the man you’ve been slowly falling in love with over the last six months is your stepbrother, your bully. The man you confessed all your darkest secrets is the man who never showed you an ounce of kindness. Is this a part of his master plan? Is he going to blackmail you and hold all the nudes you’ve sent him and all the secrets you’ve told him over your head. You’re going to become his slave, doing whatever he wants of you until you die. You curl into yourself and cry harder at the thought.

“Y/n? What are you do—” Suguru stops when he sees what's on the screen. “Let me explain please baby.” He reaches out to touch your shoulder. You flinch away from his touch.

“D-don’t call me that,” You sob staring at him with such heartbreak in your eyes he wants to drop and beg for your forgiveness. “You-you, it was you the whole time.” Your voice breaks.

Suguru nods slowly trying to reach out for you again. You take a few steps away. “Was this some masterplan to hold me under your thumb for the rest of my life!?” You scream at him.

He’s grateful your parents went out of town; this would be an absolute shitshow if they were here.

“No babydoll—”

“I said don’t call me that you asshole! Stop pretending. I hate you Suguru! You win okay, you win!” You tell him before you run out of his room. He curses before running after you, you run up that stairs and into the suite but before you can shut the door Suguru shoves it open. You drop to your knees to pull your suitcase from under your bed.

“Please listen to me y/n. I wasn’t faking—stop packing and let me explain.” Suguru pleads as he watches you throw your clothes into your suitcase.

“Y/n, baby, please listen to me please” He grabs your arm, and you try to fight him, but he pulls you down onto the bed with him. He hugs you around the waist and you push in this chest trying to break free. His heart aches. He hates seeing you hurt, he hates that he was the one who made you cry like this. He hates that you only associate him with the version of himself that he created to stop anyone from seeing what he was truly feeling. He hates that you won’t accept the real version of him now that you know it was him. He holds you tighter as you scream and cry. He whispers sweet nothings as you whisper how much you hate him. At some point you stop fighting and wrapping your arms around his neck. You sniffle into his neck, and he rubs your backs and rocks you.

“Why?” You ask hoarsely after all the anger leaves your body. Now you feel numb, like you're watching your life from a third perspective.

“I never hated you, I never lied, and I never planned to blackmail you—I know you don’t believe me baby but everything I've ever told you on that app was real. Everything I feel for you is real.” You pull your face out of his neck and stare up at him. You don’t believe him.

“I have never hated you y/n. I swear it. I hated the fact that my father replaced my mother with yours not even a year after she died. Baby, I never fucking hated you. I was just a teenager who didn’t know how to express my emotions so I took them out of the person I knew I could hurt the most. It was bad I know; I feel like shit to this day. When I graduated and got away from my father, I realized how bad I was to you, and I got into therapy. I wanted to be better for myself, for you, for everyone around me. I didn’t know that the bullying continued when I left. I didn’t know how bad people had taken it until that day I came back home. When you told me off about it, I was so confused. I’m so fucking sorry. I want to reach out and apologize for everything and the day I planned to do it Satoru—my best friend, you remember him—well he sent me the link to your account and so I made an account and it all just spiralized out of control after that. I was too embarrassed to tell you it was me and then we started to form a connection, a real connection, and I didn’t want our conversations to end so—fuck I'm sorry. Everything I told you; I meant it. I fucking meant every word.”

You sit there stunned, trying to comprehend everything he said. You never knew about his mother. You thought she had passed away long before your mom and his dad had met. But you remember when your stranger told you that. God, you remember when your not so mystery man told you about his family the seemed so familiar to yours. And he didn’t tell all those people to bully you after he left? Did he mean every word? Every word of affirmation he gave you. Those times when he told you that you were capable of being loved and that you were going to find someone who would love every part of you, the good and bad. Was that the same Suguru? You try to wrap your mind around the fact that the man you love is your stepbrother.

“I know it’s a lot of information.”

“It is.”

“Do you believe me?” He looks at you with furrowed brows. You do. Despite everything you find yourself nodding. He sighs and you feel the tension release from his shoulders that your arms are wrapped around. You suddenly realize the position you two are in and feel your face heat. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and your legs are on either side of his thick thighs his cock, the cock that you saw last night, is right underneath you, if you lower yourself an inch, you’d be sitting on it.

Suguru grips your waist with one hand, the other cupping the right side of your face. You look up at him and sniffle. He leans down until your foreheads are touching.

“If you give me achance, I'll treat you like the queen you are. I’ll love you the way you’re meant to be loved. One chance is all I ask for.” He mummers rubbing your noses together.

You hesitate, one part of you wants to run away with him because he’s the man you’ve wanted for the last six months. The other part of you wants to run away from him, he’s your stepbrother, he lied, and you don't know if he would’ve ever told you the truth. But isn’t that what he came here to do? Can you blame a little boy for being mad at the people who replaced his mother?

You give him his answer by grabbind his neck and push his lips towards you. If this does go to hell at least you’ll have a story to tell your feature children.

Suguru kisses back before standing and pulling you off him. “What—”

“You said you wanted me on my knees, didn't you? I’m ready to serve you in any way you want. I can have my savings transferred to your account by tomorrow night.” He says as he drops to his knees. You stare at him with wide eyes as he holds your legs and starts kissing from knee to right where your pussy starts.

“Suguru—”

“Shh babydoll let me take care of my girl, show her how sorry I am for hurting her.” He mummers before dropping your leg and picking up the next one. He repeats this a few more times before finally asking you to lift your hips so he can pull your leggings and panties off. Suguru throws your pants behind him before standing up to pull your tank top off. You reach behind to unbuckle your bra and toss it on the floor with your other clothes. Suguru chuckles, reaching up to kiss all over your face.

“Take your clothes off too Sugu.” You giggle, reaching for his sweatpants. You get a firm grip and yank them down. His thick cock bounces out. Your mouth goes slack. The phone call didn’t do it justice. It somehow looks bigger than before and if you weren’t wet before, you are now. That thing is going to be inside you soon.

“Like what you see beautiful?” You nod dumbly as you watch Suguru step out of his pants and take his shirt off with one hand. He’s so fucking sexy.

He drops back down to his knees and pulls you until your ass is hanging off the bed. “Lay down and let me please you.” You comply and watch as Suguru lifts your legs up and buries his face in your cunt. Your hands fly down to his long shiny hair.

“Suguru!” You moan as he licks you from asshole to clit. He sucks on your clit before biting both lips. Your pussy clenches. “Feels s’good Sugu!” You grind down on his talented tongue. Suguru hums into your clit before setting one of you thighs in his shoulder and bringing his fingers to your entrance. He teases you, only pushing his fingers into the joint before taking them out. You cry out in frustration before pulling on his long hair when he finally slides two big fingers into you.

Yours definitely don't compare to his long thick ones. Your back arches off the bed as Suguru fingers jackhammer into you all the while his mouth sucks on your clit.

“S’good Sugu! Don’t stop!” You scream letting go of hair with one hand to cover your loud mouth.

“Don’t hide those sweet moans from me babydoll. If you want my cock, you’ll let me hear you scream my name as you cum on my fingers and mouth.”

You bring you hand back to hair and grind hard as you get closer and closer to orgasm.

“Gonna cum! M’gonna come!” You cry, as you release all over Suguru's face. He moans and sucks even harder before adding another finger. You cry at the sudden intrusion. It doesn't take long before you’re coming all over again, this time liquid shooting out of you and onto Sugu’s chest.

“Yes baby, that's it—what a good girl,” He praises as he slurps up all your juices. “Such a fucking good gril f’me.”

“Gimme a kiss.” You say between heavy breaths.

“Does the pretty girl want kiss?” You nod, pulling Suguru down with you by the shoulders.

“Want you to kiss me while you fuck me for the first time. Want it to be special,” You confess shyly. Suguru leans down and pecks you on the forehead, then the nose, and then both of your cheeks.

“Don’ tease meanie!” You laugh when he kisses the corner of your lips.

“M’sorry baby, can you forgive me?” He pouts.

“Hmm—I’ll forgive you only if you kiss me right no—” You don’t even finish your sentence before Suguru shoves his tongue down your throat. You kiss him back and your tongues fight for dominance. Suguru wins and smiles into the kiss. You can’t believe this is happening. Your bully, your stepbrother, your mystery man is kissing you right now. Your about to make love with said man.

“You okay babydoll?”

“Mhm, just can’t believe this is all happening.”

“Me too beautiful, you sure you want to do this right now? We can always wait.”

“No, I want to. I want you.” You raise your hand to tuck his hair behind his ear. He smiles, showing you that adorable dimple. You kiss it.

Suguru kisses your lips once more before he grabs his cock, rubbing it up and down your cunt.

“Fuck—I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill—please Sugu.” You beg, frustrated from all this foreplay. You’ve been on edge since last tight in the tub.

“Alight beautiful,” He pushes the head of his cock into you. “Fuck me—you feel so good. Always knew you would.” You feel his fist guide his long cock into you. You moan. He fits you perfectly.

“Sugu—feel’s s’good, want more!” You cry, fisting the blanket’s underneath you.

“Does my baby want more—does she want to orgasm on my cock?” You nod watching Suguru lift your legs to his shoulder. He leans down, bringing your feet to the side of your head. You whine at the stretch.

Suguru groans as he pulls his cock in and out of you.

“S’too much!” You moan into his shoulder. He just laughs and picks up his pace. The fancy headboard above the bed starts to slam against the wall. You watch with blurry eyes as the stock photos hung on the wall shake.

“Said you wanted more baby, ‘m giving you more.” he says before biting into your neck. Hard. You scream, back arching at the pain. Your hands fist the sheets even tighter, knuckles turning white. Suguru unlatches his jaw. Lifting his head to admire his mark. Now all your customers will know you belong to someone. To him. He kisses the mark.

“Sugu, It’s too much. Hurts! m’gonna cum!” You cry, tears soaking the blanket breath you.

“Oh, don't cry baby—shhh—you’re so beautiful y/n. So damn pretty.” He whispers, coaxing you to orgasm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. You stop breathing for a second as your pussy contracts around Suguru's cock. Suguru follows in suit, spurting his cum deep inside your pussy.

“Fuck,” he draws out, collapsing onto you.

“T-that was—”

“The best sex ‘ve ever had.”

“Same.” You smile before wincing.

“What’s wrong babydoll.”

“You're about to break my damn hip if you keep my legs up any longer,” Suguru lefts himself enough to bring your legs to his sides. “And you probably ripped a chunk of my neck off with that little trick of yours.” You grumble.

“It’s not bad, promise.” He kisses the bite mark softly.

“And all the pictures fell of the wall.”

“I’ll put ‘em back up baby,” He laughs into your ear. “Just let me hold you for a second.” He kisses your cheek before snuggling deeper into you. You throw your arms around his shoulder while you both try to wrap your head around everything that happened.

#.satoruan writes #tw.stepcest #geto suguru #geto x reader #jjk geto #geto smut #jujutsu geto #geto scenarios #geto x y/n #geto x you #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut

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𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙇𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙎.𝙅

pairing — professor! sim jaeyun x (f) student! reader

synopsis — you always knew your professor was attractive, so it wasn’t new when girls would try to gain his attention. what you didn’t know though was that he only had his eyes on you. what comes as a friendly teacher-student relationship takes a turn when you find yourself thinking differently about him with your private lessons together.

genre — smut, angst

warnings — MINORS DNI!, lower case intended, four year age gap (jake is 22 and reader is 18), tons of jealousy, cursing, jake is obsessed with oblivious reader, dom! jaeyun x sub! reader, name calling (slut, whore, and etc.), (f) receiving, pussy eating, unprotected sex, cum eating, choking, multiple orgasms

w.c ⇀ 5.4k

a/n ⇀ i don’t know why but this was and on and off fic i was doing cause i didn’t really like but i’m glad i finally finished it. i can’t tell if this was good or not because i was stressing on how to put the ending so bear with me on that. reblog, like, comment, etc.! lmk if i missed any warnings! not proofread.

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the first time you saw professor sim was during the orientation week. you were a freshman, nervous and excited about starting your journey in college. the campus was bustling with activity, and you were trying to find your way to the science building for your first lecture.

as you walked through the crowded hallway, you accidentally bumped into someone, "oh, I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, looking up to see a tall man with a kind smile.

"no worries at all," he replied, adjusting his glasses. "are you lost?"

"uh, yeah, actually. I'm trying to find the science building," you admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"you're in luck. I'm heading there myself. i’m professor sim, by the way," he said, extending his hand.

you shook his hand, feeling a bit more at ease. "nice to meet you, professor sim. i’m l/n y/n.”

"well, y/n, follow me. i'll show you the way," he said, leading you through the maze of hallways. as you walked, you noticed his broad back through his suit. the suit fitting perfectly on him. you blushed watching him strut confidently past students and teachers watching him walk past.

you definitely won’t lie and say he’s not handsome. his glasses framing his face perfectly. you never knew you would like guys with glasses. he suddenly asked about your interests and what drew you to study science. his genuine interest in your answers made you feel welcome.

fast forward to the present, you were now in your second semester, and professor sim class had quickly become your favorite. his enthusiasm for science was infectious, and he had a knack for making even the most complex topics seem approachable. however, the latest homework assignment was proving to be a real challenge.

as you packed your notebooks and computer you saw a girl bluntly flirting with him. batting her eyelashes at him. it wasn’t new seeing different girls trying to talk to him, purposely saying they need help just to see him up close. you cleared your throat you gathered your courage and approached his desk. "professor sim, could I ask for some help with the homework? i’m really struggling with the concepts."

he looked up at you, a warm smile spreading across his face, completely ignoring the other girl in front of him. he probably knew what she was trying to do, "of course, i'd be happy to help. why don't you come by my office later this afternoon?"

the girl huffed at her non existence and walked away, leaving the both of you alone. you nodded, feeling a wave of relief.

later that day, you found yourself sitting across from him in his office. the room was filled with books and scientific models, and the faint smell of coffee lingered in the air.

"alright," he said, pulling up a chair next to you, "let's take a look at what you're having trouble with."

you pulled out your notebook, showing him the problems that had been giving you headaches. he patiently explained each step, breaking down the complex ideas into simpler terms. his explanations were clear and concise, and he used analogies that made the material more relatable.

"see? you're getting the hang of it," he encouraged, his eyes twinkling with pride. "sometimes all it takes is a different perspective."

as you worked through the problems together, you found yourself gaining a deeper understanding of the subject. you also couldn’t help but look at his side profile, his plump soft lips moving with passion for science was evident in every word he spoke, and it was impossible not to be inspired by his enthusiasm.

"thank you so much, professor jake," you said sincerely as you packed up your things. "i really appreciate your help."

"anytime, y/n. don't hesitate to reach out if you need more assistance," he replied with a smile.

you gave him another smile. you left his office feeling more confident and grateful for his guidance. professor sim had not only made the subject more accessible but had also shown you that with the right support, you could tackle even the toughest challenges.

over the next few weeks, you continued to visit his office for help, and each time, you left with a better understanding of the material. his encouragement and patience made all the difference, and you began to see science in a whole new light.

even though you guys only talked about science and just science, you couldn’t help but notice when sim would ask you questions outside of science. like ‘what do you think about your teachers?’ or ‘who’s your favorite teacher so far?’, and each time he’d ask, you would always say him.

one afternoon, as you were wrapping up another productive session, he asked, "so, y/n, have you thought about what you want to do after college?"

you paused, considering his question. it was new for him to ask that, "i'm not entirely sure yet. i know i want to do something in science, but I haven't decided on a specific path."

"that's perfectly fine," he said reassuringly. "you have plenty of time to figure it out. just remember to follow your passion and stay curious. the rest will fall into place."

you smiled, feeling a sense of reassurance, “thank you professor sim. i really appreciate that.”

you watch him push his hair back with a smile. you felt your heart skip a beat and immediately looked away, “i-i think i should get going. it’s getting pretty late.”

“you don’t need a ride do you? it’s pretty dark out since we practiced a bit longer than usual.” he reasoned. you thought for a moment. it is dark out and you don’t know who’s outside at this time. so, you nodded your head.

“great. i’ll tidy up before we go.” he said. you watched him put a few books away and tidying up his desk for tomorrow before grabbing his keys from his drawer. he then walked you to the door.

you both left the college and went to the parking lot. you felt yourself feeling nervous. it was your first time going with sim anywhere but his class. he went to a mercedes car making you hum in acknowledgement.

he chuckled at your reaction, “like it?” he teased. you nodded your head and giggled.

“i don’t really know cars that well, but i just know this one is expensive.” you said. his laugh causing a stir in your stomach.

you both entered the car and buckled up. he backed from the parking lot, “do you live on campus or somewhere else?” he asked.

“i live on campus, but the other one.” you spoke.

“you live pretty far? you walk here?” he murmured. he gazed at you curiously.

you chuckled, “it’s a good walk. i wake up a bit earlier so i’m not late for your class.”

he smiled at you, “if i would’ve known you go that far i’d spare you.” you shook your head and smiled back.

the car ride was silent, you let out a sigh and lay your head on the window. the past few days you haven’t been getting much sleep. you felt your eyes get a bit heavy.

“tired?” sim questioned. you opened your eyes back up and nodded.

“a little. sorry, haven’t really got much sleep. i’ve been so stressed out that i couldn’t sleep.” you joked, but it wasn’t really a joke.

sim hummed, he understood how tiring college could be, “you can take a nap. i mean if you want too. i’ll wake you up when we’re at the campus.” he said.

you smiled gratefully. soon your eyes became heavy and that’s when you fell asleep. your soft breathing soon filling the silence.

jake looked at your sleeping figure. you really were the prettiest student he’s ever seen. he knows it’s wrong to think of you like that. you’re supposed to be just a student to him, but he can’t help but think of something more.

your smile that makes him feel a type of way inside. your pretty laugh that he can’t help but adore. those thoughts were just something he thought weren’t bad, but his other thoughts were a bit more mature.

the way your outfits fit your body perfectly. your breast sitting perfectly in your bra, jiggling when you walk towards him. it’s hard for him not to get rock hard and stare. your fingers so pretty to him that he wonders if they're just as pretty inside your pussy. your glossy lips so pretty when they pout, he wonders what they would feel like around his dick. he just knows they’d stretch so pretty.

he soon parks the car in front of the campus. he shakes you softly, “y/n. we’re here.”

you groaned and turned away from him. he tried shaking you awake again, but you didn’t budge. he sighed and looked around. maybe he could just pick you up and take you to your dorm. that wouldn’t be weird right?

he got off his car and went to your side, opening the car door. he grabbed your backpack and slung it over his shoulder. he unbuckled your seatbelt and picked you up swiftly. he was hoping no one was awake at this time. he opened the door with his free hand and entered the building.

as soon as he unlocked your door he set you down on your bed with your bag on the chair. he couldn’t help but curiously look around. your room filled with collage photos of you and your friends. there was a photo of you and your parents. he slowly picked up the photo and smiled. you looked happy unlike the times you were in the halls.

he set it back down and was about to head out until he heard you making a noise, “sim please. down there.” you moaned out.

jake paused his walking and looked back at you. you were still sleeping, but your breathing started to become uneven and heavy. wait, were you having a dream about him?

he slowly prodded towards you and slightly shook you. you really were a deep sleeper. just then you let out another noise. it sounded like a whimper.

“fuck me sim.” you whispered.

what. the. fuck.

jake nearly choked on his spit. there was no way you talk this clearly in your sleep. were you joking with him? his breathing became unsteady with the uncomfortable feeling between his legs. he cursed at himself for still standing here and quickly left. locking the door on the way out.

he would just pretend he never heard you.

he couldn’t pretend. the whole day he was thinking about what you said last night. with him having to solve his little problem himself. you acted normally the way you did. you remembered he took you back to your campus cause you thanked him first thing when you saw him. if only he didn’t make it seem awkward.

you on the other hand was confused why professor sim was acting strange. were you snoring really loud in his car? you really hoped you didn’t.

as class came to an end, you packed your stuff. as you were packing you couldn’t help but look over at professor sim. your eyes went wide when you saw him talking to another female teacher. you didn’t even notice she came in.

they seem to be chatting about something funny cause sim was laughing a lot to what she was saying. you felt a weird feeling in your chest that you couldn’t describes. was it jealousy?

you sighed and put your bag over your shoulder and left the class without sparing another look. as you were walking you suddenly heard your name being called. you turn around expecting a specific person, but you saw that it was riki.

you gave him a fake smile, “hey riki.” you said. riki smiled once he caught up to you.

“are you okay? i tried texting you last night but you didn’t answer.” he asked. you pushed your hair behind your ear suddenly remembering last night again.

“o-oh i came home pretty early and fell asleep. did you need to talk about something?” you spoke.

riki nodded, “actually i was gonna talk to you about the project-“ “y/n.”

your eyebrows furrowed and looked behind riki, only to see none other than professor sim. he came closer to you guys, “you guys should head to class or you’ll be late, especially you mr. nishimura.”

the tone in professor sim kinda intimidated you. his voice bitter and sharp towards riki. riki nervously nodded his head and gave you a tight smile before walking past you. you looked at professor sim only to see him looking at you.

“did you need something professor sim?” you mumbled, feeling small under his strong gaze.

“don’t waste your time talking to guys and focus on your classes.” he suddenly said. his voice coming more harsh than he intended. your eyebrows furrowed felling a bit offended.

“excuse me?” you said “you should know i don’t waste my time on guys. riki isn’t just any guy, he’s my friend.”

before jake could say something you walked away. jake sighed and pushed his hair back. he didn’t mean to come out like that. he couldn’t shake that feeling of jealousy when he saw how close riki was to you. he’d have to apologize later.

you sighed when your last class finally finished. you were supposed to have your tutoring lesson with sim, but after that incident you don’t think you could go. you’ll just email him saying you’re sick. you left the college and walked to your campus.

you listened to a few playlists while walking. the cool breeze with the sunny sky made you feel relaxed. once you came to your campus you said hi to the lady up front and went to your room. you set your bag on the floor and sighed. a shower sounds good. before you went in the shower you emailed sim about your canc and shut your computer.

you took a quick shower and finished up. you wrapped a robe around your body and dried your hair with a towel, but before you could grab your phone you heard a knock at your door. you frowned, nobody barely knocks on your door, so who could it be. you opened the door and your eyes widened in surprise. it was sim.

“professor sim? what are you-“ “are you that mad at me?” he cut you off. you closed your mouth. is that why he came all the way here?

“professor sim im not mad-“ “so why are you ignoring me?” he said. you didn’t know it mattered that much to him.

“i-i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to cancel last minute.” you said. maybe that’s why he was upset. he doesn’t like when people cancel stuff last minute. he shook his head.

“i’m not mad if that’s what you’re thinking. i’m asking if you’re mad about what i did earlier.” he admitted. oh. that’s what he was talking about. to be honest you don’t know if you were really mad anymore. so, you shook your head.

“it’s okay. i’m sorry for being rude.” you muttered.

“i should say sorry too. i know you don’t do any of those things. i was just in a bad mood.” he said. was he really in a bad mood if he was talking to that female teacher happily?

you gave him a fake smile, “it’s okay professor sim. was that all you came here for.”

just as he was about to say something, he averted his gaze down and noticed you were in a robe. he felt his face burning and looked back up at you, “o-oh i’m sorry. did i interrupt your bathing time?” he stuttered.

“huh?”

you looked down and also noticed you were still in your robe. you gasped and moved the door in front of you, “i’m sorry!”

he tried shaking his head, but you just kept apologizing, “no it’s fine really! it’s my fault.”

you stopped apologizing and stared at him, awkwardness filling the air. he cleared his throat and looked back at you, “i-i’ll get going-“

“wait. i know this might sound weird, but do you wanna come in for a moment? we can do the lesson here if you're still up for it.” you thought. jake pondered for a moment before nodding.

you got done getting dress in your bathroom and came out. you saw sim sitting on the floor with textbooks on the wooden table you had in the middle of your room. he was looking around your room before staring at you.

you smiled at him and sat next to him, “we can start where we left off yesterday if that’s fine.” you said. he nodded and flipped the page to where you guys left off.

as you he taught you easy ways to get the answer, you felt yourself getting distracted once again by his visuals. you didn’t know what you were feeling at this point, it was a feeling you hated, but wanted to know more about. all of a sudden sim looked at you. you felt your breath get caught in your throat. he was staring at you with a questionable linger in his eyes. you felt his breath against your face. you guys were so close that if you moved a step your lips would touch.

“sim-“ “push me away if you don’t want this.” was all he said when you suddenly felt lips on yours.

you gasped and held tightly on his shirt. his lips molding against yours perfectly. you moaned when you felt his hand grip your ass, making him have access to enter his tongue. you felt your room getting hot as you lay on the ground with sim on top of you.

you took off his jacket while he helped you take it off without breaking the kiss. the dim lighting of your fairy lights making it seem darker than usual. he took off your shorts, only leaving your underwear on. he kissed and sucked along your jawline to your chest, kissing it gently. the sexual tension you guys had finally snapping in him. he lifted your shirt up and unclasped your bra. you felt the cold air hit your nipples and made a noise.

he smirked against your chest before gripping one breast and sucking the other. you let out a moan and gripped his locks. he groaned and pinched your nipple making you jerk.

“sim.” you whimpered. he looked up at you and departed from your breast.

he started unbuttoning his long sleeve button up, “call me jake.” he said. you bit your lip when you finally saw his toned body. god if you would’ve known he had that body under his suit you would’ve made a move sooner.

he leaned back down and kissed you gently, biting your lip making you sigh. you felt his right hand slowly going down until it made contact with your cloth pussy. you threw your head back when you suddenly felt him rub your folds up and down.

he dipped his hand in a second later and confused rubbing your folds, “fuck you’re so wet.” he murmured.

you nodded and kissed him again. both of your lips swollen. you wouldn’t want it any other way though. he took his fingers away and put them in his mouth. you watched intensely as he smirked at you. he got up and lifted you up bridal style before putting you on your bed. he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down revealing his boxers.

you gasp at the outline of his dick. you know it’s big. he got on top of you again and slid down your underwear. you felt yourself blushing with how he stared. you felt the urge to close your legs but before you could jake dipped his head down to your pussy.

“j-jake wait.” you moaned when you suddenly felt his hot tongue lick your folds.

he groaned as you gripped his hair again. he licked your folds again but this time he sucked on your clit. you thrash around at the new feeling as your eyes rolled back.

the sound of wet slurping noises was the only thing heard in your room. jake couldn’t get enough of your pussy. he was a completely pussy drunk man at this moment. your sweet juices leaking out, he knows you love it just as much as he does.

you felt a tight feeling in your pussy and patted his head, “j-jake m’gonna cum!” you cried out. he didn’t stop making you feel your climax coming. you let out one last moan before your orgasm finally hit. your legs shaking on the side of his head. he drummed up your cum like he was a dehydrated man.

you panted harshly and whined when he finally pulled away. he licked the rest on his chin, “fuck, you taste so good.” he says. he pulls his boxers down and that’s when you finally saw his dick. it was veiny and hard, precum at the tip.

“do you need to be prepped?” he said. you shook your head. you needed his dick in you now.

he positioned himself at your entrance before slowly pushing in. he groaned while you whimpered and held him tightly. he hissed when he felt you scratching at his back. slowly, he backed up and pushed back in so you could get used to the feeling.

a few minutes later you felt a pleasure tingling in your body, “j-jake faster. please.”

he didn’t need to be told twice. he started going at a faster pace and that’s when you were out of it. his tip hitting your g-spot.

“yes! right there! oh fuck!” you cried out. the sound of skin slapping, panting, and bed creaking was heard. you had a feeling people could hear you, but you could care less. especially with the way jake was fucking you.

he gripped your neck with a free hand, “such a little whore for dick. gonna be a good bitch for me?” he rasped out. you nodded your head frantically.

he felt you squeeze his dick and moaned. your pussy was a match made in heaven just for him.

you felt another orgasm coming and arched your back. he gripped your hips and snapped his hips harder. your orgasm hit you hard and you saw white. jake snapped his hips three more times before pulling his dick out, stroking himself on your stomach before cumming.

both of you panted uneven and hard. he got off your bed and grabbed the towel you used for your hair and wiped your stomach and wiped your pussy. you whined from sensitivity.

he grabbed another pair of pajamas for you and helped your put them on.

he put the towel in your dirty basket and went back to you, pushing your hair back, “i should get going.” he said.

you pouted, “do you have to leave?”

jake hated that he did, but he can’t get caught with his own student, “it’s for the better. you’ll see me tomorrow.”

you finally nodded your head. he covered you with your blanket and kissed your head, “goodnight beautiful.” he whispered. you soon dozed off into dreamland.

jake got dressed and looked at you one last time before shutting your door with a soft click.

you groaned feeling an ach in your body. you got up and went to your bathroom. you looked at yourself in the mirror and gasped. your neck was covered in hickeys from your neck to your chest. you traced your fingers along them and slowly smiled.

you took another shower and got dressed for the day. you out on a crew neck to cover your hickeys. good thing it was cold out today.

you soon got to the campus and entered your class to see jake already there typing on his computer. he didn’t notice you so you decided to sit down at your seat. once the bell ring he looked up from his computer and spotted you. he gave you a knowing grin before standing up, getting ready for the lecture.

“alright guys, did you finish the homework from yesterday?” he chimed. students began taking out their notes and handed them in. you turned yours in too. jake continued his lecture until the bell rang. students left the class while you waited until everyone left.

you went up to his desk and gave him a smile. he got up and gave you a hug. you giggled and stuffed your face in his neck.

“your not hurt anywhere are you?” he asked. you shook your head. he sighed in relief before letting you go.

“same time at my place?” you said. jake chuckled and quickly pecked your lips.

“i can’t today. i have a meeting to attend.” he spoke. you pouted, but understood.

“okay. i’ll see you later though right?” you said. he chuckled at your urgent question and nodded.

“of course you will beautiful.” he replied. you smiled cheerfully before leaving his class so he could attend his meeting.

over the next few days it would be the same. jake would come over to your dorm and would spend time with you, either having loving sex or just spending time together. everything was going just the way you wanted it too. until an incident happened.

rumors started to spread around campus. whispers of favoritism and inappropriate relationships between you and professor sim filled the halls. despite your best efforts to ignore them, the pressure was mounting.

one evening, after a particularly stressful day, jake asked to meet you in his office.

you opened the door to his office to see him already there in deep thought. you let out a gulp before going towards him, “jake?”

he looked up at you, but it wasn’t with the same loving look he usually gave you. “y/n, we need to talk," he began, his voice heavy with emotion. "i think we should stop what we’re doing. what we had was nothing but satisfaction we wanted to get off our chests.”

your heart sank, where was he coming from with this? satisfaction? getting it off our chest? you couldn’t help but feel tears pricking your eyes, “w-what do you mean? don’t you love me?”

jake stared at you as if you were just a regular person to him, “y/n, what we had wasn’t love. you were just a way to relive my stress. whatever you thought we had ends here. you may be dismissed.”

the lack of emotions in his voice finally made your tears fall freely.

you let out a sob, “i hate you! don’t ever talk to me again!” you screamed out before leaving his room, slamming the door shut.

weeks went by, and the pain of the breakup lingered. you threw yourself into your studies, trying to keep your mind off jake. even though you had him first period and he was your professor, you made a good route on ignoring him. none of it was easy, but you found solace in your friend, riki, who had always been there for you. his presence was comforting, and slowly, you began to smile again.

“are you gonna have that?” riki asked. you rolled your eyes at him before smiling. you gave him your cookie which he happily accepted.

you both were currently waiting at a bus station. after riki found out you walk a long way to the college, he insisted on paying for your bus rides as long as he gets to go with you.

“it’s way too cold out today.” you commented. riki nodded his head as he munched on the cookie. you shivered when a gust of wind blew at you guys. riki noticed your freezing state.

“come closer to me.” he said. you scooted a bit closer to him and lay your head on his shoulder. you sighed at somewhat of a closer warm feeling. as you guys continued waiting you saw a familiar car stopping in front of you guys. your eyes widened when the driver door suddenly opened revealing jake.

before you could think, jake yanked your wrist and pulled you away from riki. you yelped and tried taking your wrist away from him.

“what the hell are you doing?” you snapped at him. riki got up and tried to help you but jake stopped him.

“get the hell away or you’ll regret it.” he gritted his teeth. riki stopped and looked at you worriedly. you shook your head at him not to come any further. jake took you to his car, opening the passenger door and setting you inside. he slammed it shut before going to the drivers seat and entering.

you silently watched him start the car, leaving riki in the cold. you felt guilty and angry and looked at jake, “let me go jake! i wanna be with riki!” you yelled.

jake ignored you. you scoffed, “jake seriously. let me go!”

“stop talking or i’ll find a way to make you.” he said. you immediately stopped ranting and stared at him. you decided to stay silent. you knew you couldn’t fight him when it came to this.

in all honesty jake never felt so jealous before until now. you were so close to riki that something inside him snapped. at first he was gonna let it go since he’s the one that initiated the end to your relationship, but he saw a spark in your eyes that he hadn't seen in a while.

a pang of regret hit him hard. he realized that letting you go was a mistake. the rumors and the pressure seemed insignificant compared to the happiness he saw in your eyes.

you arrived at a building. you assumed it was an apartment building. jake opened your door when he came out. you stepped out when he grabbed your wrist and took you inside.

when you finally got to a room he unlocked it with a pin and entered it. the first thing you saw was shelves lined with scientific journals and textbooks, a whiteboard covered in equations and diagrams, but amidst all the science, there was also a comfy reading nook with a big, plush armchair and a collection of classic novels. you noticed how he had a nice window view of the city night. now that you thought of it, it was your first time at his place.

“you can take your jacket off.” he said. slowly, you took off your jacket. he grabbed it and settled it on a rack.

you stood there awkwardly and waited for his next move. he extended his hand out for you to grab. you took it as he walked you to the couch, “i’ll go get us some drinks.”

you sat down on the couch and waited. you didn’t know what to talk about to him. he came back with a drink and handed it to you. you grabbed it and took a small sip. he sat down next to you and that’s when he made he contact with you, but this time he had that same old look he gave you back then.

"y/n, I made a mistake," he confessed. "seeing you with riki made me realize how much i miss you. i thought i was protecting you, but all I did was hurt you. can you ever forgive me?"

you took a deep breath, the memories of your time together flooding back. you wanted to just drop everything and forgive him, but you knew it’s best to face reality.

“professor sim-“ “jake.” he cut you off.

you sighed, “jake, i forgive you, but i don’t think we can go back to the way it was. what you said really did hurt me that i couldn’t even eat or sleep. i don’t wanna go that same route again.”

jake looked at you regretfully. you just wanted to hug him and hold him forever. he stared down, “i understand. i don’t blame you at all. i really did fuck it up cause i was a coward.” he admitted.

“you’re not a coward jake. you just didn’t wanna lose your job.��

“but i lost you instead.” he said. now it was your turn to stare down. jake slowly lifted your head up with his hand under your chin.

"I promise y/n, i’ll do anything to get you back." he promised.

you gave him a smile. you know it’ll take time to work things out, but you knew if you did it together, nothing would stop you guys from being with each other. so, you cupped your hand on his and gave him a reassuring smile.

“i’m counting you on that sim jake. and if you do get me back, it can be our little secret.”

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honeydazai · 1 year ago

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୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ 𝆬 sharing a bed with them 𓏸

feat.: Dazai, Chūya, Ranpo, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma

content: pre-relationship bed sharing, flirty/mildly sexual implications

It's truly unfortunate that, while on a mission for the Agency, you have to share a bed with DAZAI — or so you think, at least. He doesn't share the sentiment in the slightest, instead smiling as innocently as possible the moment his gaze falls onto the single bed in the hotel room booked for the night. While he pretends to offer you the bed, he'll guilt-trip you about the couch being way too short for his long legs and about his back already aching until, eventually, you give in and share it with him.

Naturally, he gets into your space more than necessary at night, pretending he's asleep while cuddling close to you, given how, then, you can't cuss him out for wrapping an arm around your waist and burying his face in your neck, breath warm against your throat. It's worse that he knows if you won't get any amount of sleep whatsoever, much too busy with fighting off arousal while he's pressed flush against your back.

“Hm? No, it's alright. I don't mind taking the couch. What kind of man would I be if I let you sleep on there? Still, it's just — it's way too short and hard. Couches this uncomfortable shouldn't exist, really. I doubt I'll be able to get even a wink of sleep tonight, what a shame.”

When there turns out to only be one bed in the hotel room you're supposed to stay in for the night, CHŪYA doesn't even hesitate before offering you the bed, immediately going for the couch instead. He won't accept any protests either; no matter whether you're worried about his comfort or just think it's polite to refuse his offer, he won't allow you to spend the night on a sofa. He's not making a huge deal out of it and, if you keep being annoying about it, he gets more and more exhausted by the minute.

Eventually, he might give in to the idea of sharing the bed. He has no trouble keeping to himself — or so he believes, because, once he's actually asleep, softly snoring into your ear, he's moving wildly, one leg eventually thrown over your body, arms stretched out. If you mention it to him in the morning, his cheeks flush soft pink.

“Hm? The fuck you mean, you'll be taking the sofa? Definitely not. I'm already here — and I don't mind. Go lie down and get some sleep. We've got a busy day tomorrow.”

RANPO, the very moment he steps foot into the room, decides he wants the bed to himself. The idea of taking the couch doesn't even cross his mind; instead, he makes his way over to the bed all too quickly, though, when you end up either glaring at him or asking him to share, he just shrugs.

Really, he doesn't make too big of a deal out of sharing a bed, not even seeming a little nervous at the idea of lying down beside you for hours on end. Meanwhile, at night, he cuddles up close to you — actually asleep, unlike a certain someone —, arms wrapped around you, for once completely unaware of you being all flustered because of him. In the morning, it'll be like nothing happened, even though you can't quite stop thinking about

“What are you looking at me like that for? I said we can share. If you're hoping to have it for yourself, tough luck. I was here first, just saying. Just get in or move to the couch already, I'm tired.”

All of FYODOR'S decisions are based on logic; this one is no exception. If the bed is large enough to fit two people, it's large enough for the two of you to share — though, if you feel like taking the couch instead, he won't protest. That's your decision to make, after all.

While actually sharing the bed with him, it's basically like you're alone in there, anyway. He doesn't move when asleep, doesn't make a sound; it's all too easy to imagine he's not even there, even though, occasionally, a dark strand of hair might brush against your face. What you don't know, however, is that he, at night, while you're fast asleep, he takes the time to watch you up close, lilac eyes tracing over every plane of your face.

“I do not mind sharing the bed with you. I hope you feel similarly. We both are adults, are we not? I doubt this will be an issue. Just lie down.”

NIKOLAI is undoubtedly amused by the idea of sharing a bed with you. He doesn't waste a single thought towards either of you taking the sofa instead; nonsense, just why would you do that? There's a perfectly fine bed right there, and surely both of you are mature enough to share one without any issues, right? Wrong.

He makes a point of being as obnoxious as possible, cuddling close to you the very second you lie down. It doesn't help that he's both tall and strong, his arms closed around your waist so you can't even try to get away or up, and he makes a point of whining whenever you attempt to squirm away. It's going to be a long night.

“What's the matter? Why are you moving so much? Stop it, I won't be able to fall asleep this way. Or — ah, are you trying to rile me up on purpose? That's naughty of you, sweetheart.”

SIGMA immediately makes a beeline for the couch the second he notices the dilemma of having a double bed rather than two separate ones booked. He won't even discuss the topic with you; he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable or forced to sleep on a sofa, so he'll do it instead. There's no whining or guilt tripping from his end; he simply accepts his fate for the night. There's worse things to endure.

If you're incredibly serious about convincing him, however, he might just give in, even though his cheeks feel a little warmer than usual when he lies down next to you, making sure there's an appropriate amount of distance between the two of you. If there's anything he doesn't want, it's you thinking he's trying to be creepy after you've decided to trust him — he probably ends up barely getting any sleep, just because he's worried about accidentally getting too close to you.

“Are you sure you're alright with this? I really don't mind spending the night on the sofa instead. ... Well, if you're sure — thank you.”

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sun-kissy · 7 months ago

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Hi i was wondering if you could do a poly wolfstar fic with a fem reader where she feels left out of the relationship because they start to drifting apart which then leads to them breaking up. But then Sirius and Remus realises what they did wrong but reader just doesnt want to because shes scared they'll leave her out again.💗

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meant to be | poly!wolfstar

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tw: angst

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You lean against the doorway, quietly observing them. Something you always seem to be doing these days. Your eyes rake over Sirius, with his legs propped up on one arm of the couch while his head lies in Remus’ lap.

Sirius laughs, and the smile Remus gives him while he strokes his hair is so full of love. It makes you wonder if Remus thought he personally strung up all the stars in the sky or something.

You try not to let it get to you but it does anyway, that same stinging sensation in your chest, as though someone had pierced your heart.

It felt silly to feel as hurt as you did. The boys were so hopelessly in love, it was endearing. They had claimed to love you the same way too just a few weeks ago. When they first proclaimed their love, it felt surreal. Perfect. But now, it felt like a chore.

Not to you, never to you. Loving them would never feel like a chore to you, you were sure of that. But what if they felt that way? What if you were just an experiment gone wrong?

Maybe you were just overthinking the whole thing. Or maybe this relationship was a mistake.

Sirius and Remus perfectly complemented each other already, it was like Remus was a container and Sirius was water. And you were the lid that just never fit right. Remus was calm, peaceful, loving. Sirius was fun, snarky, and full of affection.

What were you? Just a random girl who had the fortune of stumbling across the lovely couple.

They hadn’t done anything in particular to upset you, they never would. But it was the way they instinctively walked closer together, their fingers interlaced. The way they glanced at each other, having silent conversations you would never understand. How they seemed to know everything about the other, from every inch of his skin to every thought in his head.

It was like they could see colours you couldn’t see, speak a language you didn’t understand.

You told yourself it was fine, they had just known each other longer. They stayed in the same dorm room and took the same classes, of course they were bound to be closer.

But wasn’t that exactly the problem? Their lives were inexplicably intertwined, and it felt like you were trying to wedge yourself in. It left you feeling like the side character in your own story.

You heard your name and snapped out of your daze, blinking as you find Sirius grinning stupidly at you from where he lazed on the sofa. His expression softens when your eyes meet his. “Love, come over here! We’ve been looking for you all day.”

That was a lie, your brain screamed at you. You spotted them chatting in lessons, eating together at the Great Hall, taking a walk in the garden. They were not looking for you, it was a lie.

Remus smiles softly, beckoning you over. You will yourself to move, to go sit with your boyfriends, but it’s like your legs have turned to stone.

You silently stand there, watching them. You try to muster a smile or open your mouth to say something. But nothing comes out except for a quiet wrangled sort of noise.

Remus looks at you strangely. Sirius frowns, his eyebrows creasing. He pushes his palms down on the couch, elbows buckling as he sits up a bit. “Y/N, baby? Why don’t you come on over?”

You watch Remus gently move his fingers to Sirius’ forehead to smoothen the lines between his eyebrows, and him turning around to give the sandy-haired boy a lovesick smile. That simple action causes the last ounce of willpower in you to break.

You clench your fists to stop your hands from trembling as you suck in a deep breath, feeling the ache in your chest start to grow. Was it jealousy? Anger? Hurt?

Sirius seemed ready to move to your side right that moment, looking utterly confused as to what was wrong. But Remus kept his hand wrapped around Sirius’ bicep, a silent order to let you be.

“Angel,” Remus breathes quietly. You visibly flinch at the term of endearment, not missing the flash of hurt across his face which he quickly replaced with his usual stoicism.

Your heart was thudding so loudly you wondered if the boys could hear it. You swallow the lump in your throat, stuck between wanting to burn the bridges between you or to walk across them.

“I…” your voice comes out scratchy as you try to explain yourself. You clear your throat, watching Sirius’s frown deepen and Remus bite his lip anxiously.

“I don’t think I want to,” you say quietly, feeling your heart sink to your stomach. You knew Remus would understand, always the perceptive one. It was obvious in the way his eyes widened and his grip on Sirius loosened.

But Sirius just tilts his head, looking at you quizzically. “Okay…? You can sit on the other couch then. You can sit anywhere you want to, love.”

You wince, glancing at Remus for help. But he’s looking at you with that sad look on his face now, the one he only wears when he sees Sirius crying after receiving a letter from home, or when you show up at Hogwarts after the holidays with bruises all over. Did it really hurt him that much?

A sigh escapes you as you decide to try to be gentle with it. That’s the least you could do, after the boys had so generously let you in on their already perfect relationship. You suck in a shaky breath, mustering the courage to croak out the words.

“It’s not about the couch, Siri. I… I mean this,” you mutter, gesturing between the three of you. Immediately, your head ducks down, scared of what you’ll find if you look back up at them.

An uncomfortable silence is cast over the room, the kind that makes your skin crawl. A beat of quietness passes before you find the strength to raise your head, peeking at the boys. Sirius looks cracked open, his face a picture of anguish.

“What?” he rasps out. Remus’ features are tight with something that looks like grief, his hand ghosting over Sirius’ ankle to provide the little comfort he can.

The croakiness of his voice makes your heart feel like it’s being cleaved in two. But you knew you had to do this. For your sake, and for theirs.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you mumble in a rush, eager to get it out and not have to endure watching them in pain for too long. Sirius stays silent, his lips pursed so tight you think he might burst into tears.

“Why?” Remus asks quietly, gaze still trained onto yours as he rubs circles onto Sirius’ ankle comfortingly. “I… I don’t fit in. You guys are perfect for each other. But I just don’t fit in,” you admit, feeling guilt clawing at you. “This just isn’t working,”

“We’ll make it work,” Sirius says immediately, and the sincerity in his voice almost makes you want to concede. But you know that’s not possible. “Just… just tell us what we’re doing wrong, we’ll fix it. I swear.”

Remus nods slowly, looking at you expectantly. The hope on their faces make you feel like the worst person in the world as you give them all you have to offer - a small shake of your head.

“But love,” Sirius murmurs, his voice cracking. “Why… what… where did we mess up?”

“It wasn’t you guys,” you say immediately, even though it was. You just can’t bear to see the pain etched on the black-haired boy’s face. “It’s just not meant to be. We’re better off as friends.”

“But we love you,” Remus speaks up quietly. Sirius nods earnestly.

“I can’t,” you say, relieved that your voice comes out evenly. It’s a miracle with how hard you’re fighting to hold back tears. “I can’t do this. The both of you are always together, and I'm not blaming you for it. It’s in your nature to be together-”

“It’s in your nature to be with us too, dove,” Sirius says, the anguish in his voice leaving to make way for pure sadness.

“It’s not,” your voice coming out as a pathetic sob. “I’m not like you guys. I’m not fun, I don’t take the same classes, I don’t ever get what you mean. We’re just not right for each other.”

You think you can see something break in Remus when you utter that last sentence. Sirius bites down on his quivering lip and wraps his arms around himself, as though physically restraining himself from pulling you into a hug.

This isn’t the first time they’ve ignored what you said, isn’t the first time they didn’t respond. It happened on a daily basis, for Merlin’s sake. But this is the only time it hurt as much as it did right now.

You glance at them one last time, heart breaking at their pained expressions. But none of them say a word as you turn around and leave the room, letting you go all too easily.

Perhaps you were just not meant to be.

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