#to be clear. i did not want to walk. it was not by choice.
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i started penning a post about how i always find it narratively unsatisfying when an arc ends with a conclusion the following arc breaks, regardless of how realistic the repetition of the same mistake might be, which is still true, but i actually want to talk about something else right now.
i feel like, at least at this stage, jack is in a position that is both generally unrealistic and untrue to the specific events of the series. 'jack and joker' has a clear focus on poverty and money and class issues, but it seems to treat jack in a very special way. he somehow manages to stand on the moral high ground above other characters. specifically, other poor characters. which is, first of all, a little ridiculous, since he was indeed a debt collector and, in fact, almost became the boss's son. and, second of all, is generally Not Great, because it does idolise the idea that if you "just try hard enough", you won't "allow" yourself to be backed into a corner and therefore won't have to do bad things.
now, don't get me wrong, i am not saying that our characters who have made mistakes are completely blameless. tattoo did shitty things (and hoy followed suit), safe did shitty things, hope frankly admitted to enjoying doing shitty things. however, if we zoom out a little, we will see that all these characters are in a situation that is inherently unfair to them. we have all of these poor people in immense amounts of debt and then we have this disgusting rich motherfucker whose entire wealth is literally based on making their lives as miserable and unfair as they are. and i think that, in this particular case, the series would have actually benefited from a dichotomy. don't get me wrong, i'm usually absolutely brimming with nuance and also asking "what lies outside of it?" but this shall be my exception. (though you could say that joke already brings some nuance to it - he is initially from a well-off family and he actively makes choices to the benefit of poor people, despite it resulting in him being ostracised from said family and its riches).
jack walks the line of being poor and managing not to do anything "too bad" like he is a fucking circus performer on a wire. and, don't get me wrong, he is genuinely a selfless character. he makes choices that a lot of other characters in the same circumstances wouldn't make. he remains in debt and continues working for the boss because he keeps trying to help people and pay off their debts first - that is admirable. however, he himself was already set up for more success than others. sure, being forced to become a debt collector isn't a walk in the park, but most other debtors didn't even have that choice. jack has to work for the boss in order to stay afloat - that is an undeniably hard task. the other people the boss collects debts from, however, have to come up with a lot of money out of thin air - that is not simply a hard task, that is an impossible one that is designed to trap them in the cycle of doing this impossible task forever. that being said, ultimately, jack is still poor. his own hamster wheel should be somewhere around the corner, that's always the case. this idea is where i wish they would have taken jack's arc.
from the moment when he refused to marry rose, there was no escape for him. finally, much like our other poor characters, he found himself stuck between a rock and a hard place. (and i think that it's very thematically appropriate for jack's particular "i can't do this anymore, i deserve to live a full life" sentiment to be connected to love, since he is, after all, a lead of a romance drama). he made the decision to say "no" and from that point on, he was completely and utterly fucked. because, realistically, that conversation that he had with the boss after refusing rose was insane. i don't know what he would have done to jack exactly, if that was a genuine conversation and there was no exchange of jack's freedom for the ring, but it would not have been anything good.
so i wish jack had to make the actual tough call there, instead of having joke save him all on his own (and later take the fall for it). and if it was, at least in some capacity, jack's decision to steal that ring, he would finally be placed in a situation where every other poor character already inevitably found themselves in. because the entire system is rigged against all of them and they are eventually always forced to do things that they should have never even had to consider in the first place. but they deserve better than living a life set up for them by evil rich people who literally live off of their suffering and they are allowed - no, at some point they simply have no choice but to - fight for a better life.
this, in my opinion, would have been a much more powerful message and - not to circle back to my personal preferences - would have also not left us with joke making the very same mistake that we decided we should never make again at the end of the previous arc.
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He'll Kill and Die for Me: Dark!Evie Au
Summary: Evelyn isn't happy about her father's wedding and has some choice words for Grace. And to Grace's disappointment, Tommy isn't the supportive husband he promised to be.
Warnings: Mention of killing, mention of suicide, dark!Evie, Au.
Words: 650
This is not related to the actual story. Just an AU I wanted to dabble into. Though, something similar does happen in the main story, just not like this.
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Martha told her that you canât wear white to a wedding, but Evelyn Shelby hadnât gave a single fuck. She wore white, showed up late, and had red lipstick on her face. And, best of all, she sat in the front, her middle finger propped nicely on her knee. She didnât hate many, but she fucking couldnât stand the purple clad bitch. âYouâre not very discreet,â her Aunt Ada whispered. âActually, youâre quite disrespectful.â But she could only grin in response because she knew what she was doing, staring at her father.Â
And when it came time for the reception, she had no care to be there. Socializing and mixing with them. Her, of all people, her. But when she went upstairs, Grace had been lingering in her bedroom. âYou know, Evelyn,â she said, watching as the young girl twitched.Â
âI donât like people in my room-â
âThereâs help for girls like you,â she continued, malice tainting her words. âYou need help. Your father isnât your lover, Evelyn, heâs your father-â
âHe isnât really your lover, either,â Evelyn retorted. âNo, you had one back wherever the fuck you were. Wrung himself with a rope, did he? Must feel nice knowing you can kill a man just by existing.â If the wench was to insinuate Evelyn had any more than daughter-father affections for Tommy, she was going to play the game and make sure she got to the finish line before Grace. She moved forward. âYou should really be careful, you know.â
Grace, deadpanned and dryly asked, âwhy is that?â
âBe careful around the stairs. Theyâre bit high-â
âAre you threatening me?â
âAnd one day,â Evelyn paused, dragging out her words. âYou may justâŚslip.â
âYou want to push me down the stairs,â Grace concluded, swallowing. âVery well, then, Evelyn. You can continue to live in your delusions.â Grace stood from the white painted vanity, pausing at the door frame, giving the girl a look. âWhat happened to the kind girl-â
âIâm not kind to those who betray my father-â
âNow youâre just a young girl, but stupid.â
Later as the reception cleared out, Tommy knocked on Evelynâs door, but didnât wait for her to answer. Grace was behind him. She looked up from her desk, smiling, but her father wasnât. âEvelyn, did you and Grace have a talk earlier?â
She blinked and pretended to think. âUm, hmm, earlier? A brief one.â
Tommy sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed, hands folded. âDid you tell Grace that youâd push her down the stairs?â He was clearly uncomfortable with the confrontation. Evelyn, shocked, stood from her vanity.Â
âDaddy! HowâŚwhyâŚhow could you come up with something so silly like that?â She sat on his lap, which he cradled her. âDaddy, look at me,â she whispered, holding his face in her hands. âWhen have I ever done something so harsh?â Tommyâs frown broke into a soft smile, and Evelyn leaned in, placing a lingering kiss on his cheek.
âI know,â he whispered, hand rubbing circles on her back. âItâs just a misunderstanding.â Graceâs face dropped all emotions as she stood there, repulsed and confusedâŚgaslit and humiliated. As Evelyn hugged her father tightly, she grinned at Grace and raised her middle finger.
Sliding off his lap, she smiled. âIâm sorry if you may have misheard me. I was telling you that the maids were polishing the stairs this morning. Theyâre still slippery, daddy. Saw Uncle Arthur take a bit of a trip.â He smiled down at her, running his fingers through her hair.Â
âWell, thatâs settled,â he said, fixing his coat. He started to walk out and said, âIâm going to grab the car and then weâre off, love.â He gave Grace a kiss.
When Evie was sure of it, she snorted, walking to the baffled bride. Grabbing her jaw roughly with her thumb and index, she said, âremember, Grace, daddy will fight for you, but heâll kill and die for me.â
#Tommy Shelby and Grace burgess#Grace burgess#Tommy shelby#peaky blinders#peaky blinders oc#Grace shelby#tommyxgrace#drabble
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#having to walk almost 2 miles in order to get to work rly does drain all my energy!#to be clear. i did not want to walk. it was not by choice.#the public transit here fuckin SUCKS and i missed my first bus this am bu still had to try to get to work @ a reasonable time#so instead of waiting a half hour for the next bus i walked half an hour to the transit center#to get what would've been my transfer#and then the transfer gets me in the vicinity of work#but bc of construction there are currently no stops near my actual building#so i had to walk Another 15+ minutes from that bus to my work#it is hot and humid and gross#and the sweat stains on my shirt are/were atrocious#but of i had no change of clothes bc i dID NOT PLAN TO WALK SO MUCH#also i was wearing my docs which could be Worse to walk in but they arent great#now its not even noon but i feel ao utterly drained like i could pass tf out right now#i do also realize that probably doesnt sound like to horrible for walking but pls kno there are just. hills. of varying steepness#quite literally everywhere.#i was on the verge of tears when i finally got to work#on the plus side my makeup has proven itself to be well and truly Set#despite sweat and humidity and all. my makeup didnt budge đ
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I dont say this in any superior sort of way, but if you werent subjected to destiel in your formative years as it unfolded in real time then you simply don't get it
#to be clear you dont want to get it#to be clear !!#but like so much happened that in hindsight ??#it just will never compare to any other show (not a compliment)#i was thinking abt that scene when dean gets a hard on because cas walks into the room all cleaned up and pretty#and as a 14 year old (or something) viewer I was like ???? gay ?????#and still almost 10 later im not sure wtf they intended with any of the dean and cas scenes ?#no other piece of media has left me with so much rage at its unfulfilled potential#and with so many questions for everyone involved#like why did jensen make such ?? gay choices in his gay acting when he was so clearly against the idea of his character being gay ??#why did the writers mock the audience so harshly for picking up on the subtext that they very much wrote into the show ?#ok sorry to rant#what im saying is you had to be there#and when people say 'oh you got queerbaited queerbaited' they arevery much correct#like it is just. it was evil.#spn#destiel
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I know it's normal in like, movies, for parents to pick a new house and town to move into and the kids see it for the first time when they move in and they hate it, but I feel like I'm real life if you have kids living with you should perhaps show them the house and town beforehand, before the decision is finalized, just in case they really hate it, and it makes them miserable being there. That seems like it would kind of be more normal.
#My sister is almost never here because she hates it so much and it just makes her sad#I've gotten used to the house mostly but going out and being in the town is upsetting#And whenever we're driving through other towns in the area I'm always like '... any of these other ones would be so much better'#'how did we get the one worst one'#Also when me and my sister made it clear we weren't happy they were like 'We've been looking for houses for so long... three weeks... we ha#to just pick something'#Three weeks????????#Three????????????#I feel like picking the house you're going to live and retire in and also still have your kids use is worth taking your time for like maybe#more than three weeks if necessary#Completely nothing problem but talking with our mother about how our sister doesn't like being here made me think about it again#I also don't like being here but I don't have a choice and I say it less because I don't want to upset my parents#It's literally their own doing though#If I want to go take a walk and be in the sun I have to get a drive to a park or trail with our mother or sit in the backyard#Taking a walk in the town will literally make me more depressed instead of less
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Ok well if Iâd have known she was gonna do this, I wouldâve just went ahead and told Rebecca too đ
#choices fcl#choices first comes love#choices#choices stories you play#playchoices#I didnât want to tell anyone before talking to Blake#cuz itâs clear that his ass is still acting dumb and confused đ#what with him walking away after everything#I wouldnât have minded telling Marcelino but it shouldâve been in private#I did not want that fake hoe Eve to know đ#choices app#pixelberry studios#pixelberry
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dirty old man
You were assigned as Joel Millerâs caretaker, but heâs a perverted old man who just canât keep his hands off you. And the truth is, you donât mind one bitâin fact, you want more.
Warnings: MDNI, 18+, age gap, caretaker f!reader, joel is a perverted old man (I imagine him around 60-70), reader in her 20s, ddlg dynamic, daddy kink, size difference, rough sex, explicit sexual content, power imbalance, perverted/dirty talk, oral (male receiving), dick riding, degradation, cum play, intense kink dynamics, hint at oral (f. receiving), cumming inside, reader loves herself some old man cock (same)
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Youâd been assigned to Joel Miller by the government, part of a caretaker program for veterans and older men who couldnât quite manage on their own anymore.
He wasnât exactly the type to ask for help, but his injuries left him with no choice. And from the moment you walked through that door, something shifted between the two of you.
It had started innocently enoughâyou were just doing your job, helping him with the daily things, cooking, cleaning, making sure he took his meds.
But Joel? Joel was a different kind of man. He wasnât just the gruff, quiet type; he was observant. He watched youâreally watched you. At first, you tried to ignore it, the way his eyes lingered a little too long when you bent over, or how heâd mutter something dirty under his breath when you passed by, something you pretended not to hear but couldnât stop thinking about later.
The first time he really crossed the line, it was subtle.
His hands would brush against your ass when you helped him up, fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary. His gaze would trail down your body as you walked by, slow and shameless.
And his words started to shift, the way he talked to you changed.
He wasnât just thanking you anymore, he was complimenting you in a way that made your skin flush.
The things he said, the low, filthy edge in his voice, it did something to you. You could feel your resolve crumbling.
One night, when you were helping him undress for bed, he let his hands wander. It wasnât accidental anymore -Joel was testing the waters, and you didnât stop him.
His voice had been rough, low as he said, âYouâre too good to me, sweetheart. A man like me doesnât deserve someone as pretty as you takin' care of him.â
Heâd leaned in that night, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered something filthy, something that made your heart race and your body heat up. And you couldnât resist it.
You couldnât resist him.
Joel Miller wasnât just a job anymoreâhe was something more.Â
From that point on, it was impossible to stop. He seduced you slowly, his filthy words and rough hands becoming more familiar, more irresistible until you couldnât help yourself.
You gave in, and now, here you were, fucking him every chance you got.
What started with stolen touches and whispered innuendos had turned into something wild, something neither of you could control anymore. Joel made you feel wanted in ways you hadnât before, and he wasnât shy about taking what he wanted from you.
Joel wasnât a young man, but the way his hands gripped you, the way his cock filled you, stretched you, made it clear he could still make you weak at the knees. You made him feel things he thought were long gone, things he hadnât felt in yearsâdesire, hunger, lust.
It was like youâd unlocked something inside him, something primal and desperate, and now he couldnât get enough of you.
And the way he talked to you, the dirty things that fell from his lips, made your heart race every time. He had no shame in telling you exactly what he wanted, exactly how to make him feel good.
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From the moment you walked into his life as his government-assigned caretaker, Joel couldnât stop thinking about you. Not just thinking, but obsessing.
You were young, beautiful and far too fuckin` sweet. Completely out of place taking care of an old, worn-out man like him.
Yet here you were, every day, walking around his house in those tight little clothes, bending over to clean or reach for something, unknowingly driving him insane.
Heâd resisted at first, or at least he told himself he did. But Joel was never a man of restraint, especially when temptation was sitting right in front of him, practically begging for it.
And damn if you didnât start giving him that lookâa mix of innocence and curiosity, like you knew exactly what you were doing, yet playing dumb, as if you didnât feel the way his eyes lingered on you.
The sexual tension had built up so fast, it was like a fuse waiting to blow.
One night, after one too many "innocent" touches, the line between you two snapped. He pulled you into his lap, made you feel every inch of what you'd done to him, and you never looked back.
Now, thisâthisâwas your new normal.
Every time you walked into the room, his cock was hard, his mind already in the gutter, thinking about what heâd do to you next.
Like now.
You were just cleaning up, wearing those simple jeans and that tight little tank top, nothing too revealing but still enough to make his cock twitch.
Joel sat back in his chair, his eyes following the way your hips swayed when you moved.Â
âGoddamn, sweetheart,â Joel muttered under his breath, the hunger clear in his voice. âYou know exactly what youâre doinâ, hm baby?â
His gaze narrowed as you bent over, your ass perfectly framed by the tight denim, the curve of your body practically inviting him.
Filthy thoughts swirled through his mindâthoughts of bending you over the nearest table, grabbing your hips, and fucking you so hard youâd be screaming his name.
You straightened up and caught him staring, giving him that innocent smileâthe one that had him aching in his jeans.
You bit your lip, like you were playing shy, and it only made his cock throb harder.
âYou okay over there, Joel?â you asked, your voice all sweet and playful like you didnât know exactly what you were doing to him.
Joel shifted in his seat, making no effort to hide the obvious bulge in his pants. âIâm just fine, darlinâ. But in fact, I think I could use a little help right now. A bath maybe?â
Your eyes widened slightly, but there was no surprise. You knew this game all too well. The way his voice dropped to that deep, gravelly tone that meant only one thingâhe wanted you.
And Joel always got what he wanted.
âCome here,â he rumbled, patting his thigh, his eyes never leaving you. âDonât make me wait.â
You hesitated, just for a moment, like you were still playing the role of the innocent caretaker. But you knew where this was heading.
Slowly, you walked over, standing right in front of him. Joelâs eyes drank in the sight of you, his gaze trailing up from your legs, over your hips, to the way your breasts strained against your tank top.
"Sit down," he commanded, patting his thigh again, this time more insistently.
You bit your lip, feigning innocence, but the look in your eyes said you knew exactly what you were about to do.
Slowly, you lowered yourself onto his lap, feeling the hard bulge of his cock pressing up against you through his jeans. Joel let out a low groan, his hands immediately finding your hips, pulling you down harder onto him.
"Fuck," he muttered, his voice a deep rasp. "Thatâs better. You feel that, baby? Feel what you do to me every fuckinâ day?â
You squirmed slightly in his lap, already feeling the heat building between your legs. Joelâs hands gripped your waist tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he guided your hips, pressing you down onto his hard cock.
"You've been drivin' me crazy, darlin'," Joel growled, his breath hot against your neck.
âEver since you started comin' here, wearinâ those tight little clothes, bendin' over right in front of me like you donât know what youâre doin'. Youâve been teasinâ me, havenât ya?â
Your breath hitched, and you didnât answer, but Joel didnât need you to. His hands slid up your sides, lifting your shirt just enough to feel the bare skin beneath his calloused palms.Â
âYouâre a sweet little thing,â he muttered, his voice thick with lust.
âBut I bet you like this, donât ya? You like sittin' in an old manâs lap, grindin' on my cock like a good girl.â
You whimpered softly, your body already responding to his touch, the heat between your legs growing unbearable as he pulled you tighter against him.
His words were filthy, but the way he spoke made it clearâyou were his, and he was going to take whatever he wanted.
"Youâve got all those boys your age starin' at you, darlinâ? But here you are, sittin' on my cock. You want it, hm, baby?" Joelâs voice was low, his breath hot as his hands moved down, grabbing your ass, pulling you against him harder, the friction between you sending a jolt of pleasure through you.
âFeel how fuckinâ hard I am?â he growled, grinding his hips up into you, making sure you felt every inch of his cock pressing against your core. âThis is what you do to me.â
His fingers slid between your legs, rubbing slow, teasing circles over the damp fabric of your jeans, right where you needed him most.
You gasped, grinding down against his hand, desperate for more. Joel chuckled darkly, his fingers pressing harder, his voice low and commanding.
âGoddamn, youâre already soaked, arenât ya? Just from sittinâ in my lap. You like this? Bein' told what to do, bein' my good little girl. Youâre gonna take care of me now, huh? Thatâs your job, isnât it?â
His hand moved to the button of your jeans, and he popped it open with ease, sliding the zipper down slowly, teasingly, all the while his eyes never left yours.
His fingers dipped inside, brushing against your slick folds, and you let out a soft moan, your hips jerking against his hand.
"Thatâs it, sweetheart," Joel murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
"Youâre gonna be a good little girl and take care of your daddy. Youâve been teasing me long enough. Now itâs time to do your damn job.â
His hand slid lower, fingers finding your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that had you trembling in his lap. He growled low in his throat, his cock twitching beneath you as he watched you squirm.
"God, youâre fuckinâ perfect,â he muttered, his voice rough. âBut this ainât about you. Youâre gonna make me feel good first. Thatâs what youâre here for, right?â
He gripped your hips again, pulling you down harder, his cock pressing right against your entrance. You could feel the thick, throbbing length of him through his jeans, and it only made you ache for more.
Joelâs eyes darkened as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. âNow, be a good girl and give your old man what he wants.â
You bit your lip, nervous and excited as you reached down, your hands trembling slightly as you brushed over the hardness straining beneath his boxers. His cock was thick and heavy in your hand as you pulled him free, the sight of him, so big and ready, making your mouth water.
Joel let out a low groan as you wrapped your fingers around him, your small hand barely able to take him fully. âThatâs it, darlinâ. Just like that,â he muttered, his hips jerking up slightly into your hand. âFuckinâ perfect.â
Joelâs eyes darkened as he watched your small hand wrap around his thick, pulsing length.
The sight of itâhis cock heavy and leaking in your gripâmade something primal snap inside him.
His rough, calloused hands gripped your thighs tightly, holding you in place as you stroked him slowly, his hips jerking up, desperate for more of your touch.
âThatâs it, darlinâ. Fuck, you got such a small hand, hm? Barely fits around me,â he groaned, his voice low and filled with lust. His head fell back against the chair for a moment, lips parting as he watched you through hooded eyes.
But then, he shifted, grabbing your chin firmly with one hand and pulling your face closer "Now get on those healthy little knees and serve me."
You quickly followed his command.
âMy sweet little obedient thing, hm? I want you to lick it. Clean.â
You hesitated for just a second, your heart racing in your chest, but the hunger in his eyes and the way his grip tightened on your chin had you leaning in closer, feeling his gaze burn into you as you knelt between his legs.
You could feel the heat of his cock against your lips before you even touched him, the scent of him intoxicating, thick with arousal.
Joels eyes were glued to the sight of you, looking so innocent yet holding him like you knew exactly what you were doing to him. His lips curled into a filthy, satisfied grin as he stared down at you, that dangerous gleam in his eye growing darker.
"Thatâs it, sweetheart," he murmured, voice low and dripping with lust.
"You got those pretty little lips all ready for me, donât ya? Go on now, give your old man what heâs been waiting for."
You hesitated, your body trembling slightly under the weight of his gaze, but the excitement was undeniable.
You leaned forward slowly, your lips barely brushing against the head of his cock, and Joel growled low in his throat, his fingers threading through your hair, guiding you.
âNot like that,â he grunted, his grip tightening. âI want you to suck it. Get your mouth on meâevery inch of it. Donât be shy, baby. I want you to show me how much you wanna take care of your daddy."
Your breath hitched at his words, the intensity of his voice shooting straight through you. His demand was laced with control, and something deep inside you wanted nothing more than to please him.
You opened your mouth wider, wrapping your lips around the swollen head of his cock, letting your tongue swirl over the salty taste of him.
"Yeah, that's it," he growled approvingly.
"Good girl. Use that fuckin' tongue. I want you to lick me clean, just like that. You know how to treat your daddyâs cock, hm? Been thinkin' about it, havenât you? Bein' my perfect little slut."
The filthy words spilling from his mouth sent a flush of heat through your body, your thighs pressing together as you sank deeper onto his length.
Joelâs hips bucked up slightly, forcing more of him into your mouth, and you could feel his cock twitching as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him just like he wanted.
âFuck, youâre so good with that mouth,â he groaned, his head tipping back as he thrust gently into your mouth, watching as your lips stretched around him. "Get it wetter, baby. I wanna see you drool. Let that spit drip down your chin."
You obeyed, sucking harder, letting your saliva coat him until it was dripping from your mouth, soaking his cock. Joel's fingers tightened in your hair, pulling you back for a moment, his cock sliding out of your mouth with a slick, wet sound.
âLook at that mess,â he growled, his voice thick with arousal. "Fuckinâ beautiful. But we ainât done, darlin'. No, not yet."
He leaned forward slightly, his hand guiding your face closer to his balls.
âNow lick 'em,â he muttered, his voice low and commanding. âI want you to suck on them, baby. Get 'em nice and wet. Go on, clean up every inch of your daddy.â
Your breath caught in your throat at the lewd demand, but you were so far gone, so eager to please, that you didnât hesitate.
Your tongue flicked out, gently running along the sensitive skin of his balls, and Joel groaned loudly, his body shuddering as you licked and sucked, just like he told you to.
âGood fuckin' girl,â he growled, his voice thick with need.
âYou do whatever I tell you, yeah, baby? Such a sweet little thing, always takin' care of me. You know thatâs your job, right? To make sure Iâm feelinâ real good.â
You nodded, your lips wrapping around one of his balls, sucking gently as you massaged the other with your hand. Joelâs hips jerked slightly, his fingers still tangled in your hair, guiding your movements as he moaned deep in his chest.
"Thatâs it, baby," he rasped, voice rough. "Suck 'em. Show me how much you wanna be a good girl for your daddy."
Your body was trembling now, the heat between your legs growing unbearable as his filthy praise filled your ears. You sucked harder, letting your tongue swirl around him, your eyes flicking up to meet his.
Joelâs expression was dark, hungry, and the way he looked at youâlike you were his to useâmade your core clench with need.
He pulled you up suddenly, dragging you onto his lap, your body straddling him, the heat of his cock pressing against your soaked core. His hands gripped your waist tightly, his voice low and menacing as he whispered, "You think you're done, huh? We ainât even started yet."
His eyes darkened as he looked down between your legs, the slickness of your arousal soaking through your panties. He reached down, his fingers brushing over the damp fabric, and smirked.
"So fuckin' wet already," he muttered. âI bet youâve been dyinâ for this. You want your daddy to fill that tight little pussy again, hm?â
You whimpered, unable to form words as he pressed his fingers harder against your clit through your panties, teasing you mercilessly. His thumb circled your sensitive spot, making your hips jerk involuntarily, and Joel chuckled darkly.
âFuckin' needy,â he muttered, pulling your panties to the side, exposing your slick folds. âLook at you, drippin' all over me. You need this cock, yeah, sweet girl?â
You nodded frantically, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as you felt the head of his cock nudging against your entrance. Joel grinned, that filthy, perverted grin you had come to crave, and slowly guided you down onto him.
As his thick length stretched you, filling you up inch by inch, he groaned loudly, his hands gripping your hips so tightly it almost hurt.
âThatâs it, baby. Take every fuckin' inch. Youâre mine. This is what youâre good for.â
His voice was rough, commanding, and it only spurred you on as you rode him, your body bouncing on his cock, every thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. Joelâs hands never left your body, guiding your movements, pulling you down harder, deeper.
âYou feel my cock deep inside, little girl?â he growled, his voice thick with lust. âYouâre fuckin' perfect, baby. So fuckin' tight around me. Youâre takin' care of your daddy just like you should.â
Joel's grip on your hips was firm, pulling you down onto his cock with a rough, needy pace that made your breath hitch.Â
His body was tense beneath you, and the way his eyes darkened as they roamed over youâyour breasts bouncing, your flushed faceâmade it clear how much he enjoyed watching you fall apart on top of him.
âLook at you, darlinâ,â he rasped, his voice thick with arousal, rough around the edges. âBouncin' on this old man's cock like you were made for it. You love it, baby? Bet youâve never had anything like this, huh? Some young boy couldnât fuck you the way I can. You need a real man, donât ya? Someone who knows how to handle a sweet little thing like you.â
He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the soft skin of your chest before his mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking it hard while his other hand squeezed the other breast, rough but possessive.
His teeth grazed your sensitive skin, and the sharp mix of pain and pleasure sent jolts of electricity through your body.
âYou got these perfect fuckin' tits,â Joel groaned against your skin, his breath hot, words dripping with filth.
âSo young, so tight. You know what you're doin' when you wear those little tops around me, donât ya? Teasin' me with this sweet body, just begginâ to be fucked.â
Your moans filled the room as Joelâs tongue flicked across your nipple, his hand moving to your clit, his thumb pressing in slow, rough circles as he worked your body in tandem with the deep thrusts of his cock.
You could feel every inch of him stretching you, filling you completely, and it was overwhelming.
"Fuck, youâre so fuckin' tight," Joel grunted, thrusting deeper, his voice a low growl in your ear.
"This old manâs cock is fuckin' you so good, huh? Bet you never thought youâd be so desperate for someone like me. You need thisâneed me to fuck you the way no one else can. Tell me you love it, baby. Tell me how much you love havin' daddyâs cock inside you."
You gasped, your body shaking as his words only pushed you closer to the edge.
His hand gripping your ass, guiding you down harder, faster, as you rode him, the slick sound of your arousal making his grin widen even more.
He shifted his hips beneath you, hitting that perfect spot inside with every thrust, and you couldnât stop the whimper that escaped your lips.
Joelâs grip tightened on your hips as he grinned up at you, watching the way your body shook with each rough thrust.
âGoddamn, youâre squeezin' me so tight,â he muttered, his thumb pressing harder on your clit.
âLook at how fuckin' wet you are. Youâre drippin' all over me. I bet no one else has ever made you feel like this before, hm? Not like your daddy.â
You couldnât answerâcouldnât find the words through the haze of pleasure that was overwhelming you.
But Joel didnât care. He could see it in the way your body responded to him, in the way you moved on top of him, desperate for more.
âThatâs it, baby,â he growled, his voice dark and filthy as he thrust up into you, hard and deep. âYouâre gonna come for me, little one? Gonna come all over this cock, like the good little girl you are. You love havin' daddy take care of you, love bein' used like this.â
His words sent a shockwave of heat through you, your body trembling as you neared your release. Joelâs thumb circled your clit faster, his cock driving into you with brutal precision, hitting every sensitive spot inside you.
âYouâre gonna take every fuckin' inch, baby,â he muttered, his voice thick with arousal. âYouâre gonna take everything I give you. You want me to fill you up, donât ya? You want daddy to come inside that tight little pussy.â
You moaned, your body shaking as you rode him harder, the pressure building inside you, every word pushing you closer to the edge. Joelâs grip on your hips was bruising, his breath hot against your ear as he growled, âTell me you want it. Tell me you want this old man to fill you up.â
âPlease, daddy,â you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper. âI need it. I need you to come inside me.â
Joel grinned, his eyes dark with satisfaction as his hips slammed up into you, his cock throbbing inside your tight heat. âThatâs my girl. Youâre fuckinâ perfect, baby. You love this cock. You love bein' filled up by me.â
With one final, deep thrust, Joel buried himself inside you, groaning as his cock twitched, his hot release spilling into you.
His grip on your hips tightened as he came, his breath ragged, his body shaking beneath you. The sensation of him filling you sent you over the edge, your own release crashing through you as your walls clenched around him, moaning as your body trembled, overwhelmed by the intensity of your orgasm.
Joelâs chest rose and fell in heavy, ragged breaths beneath you, his cock still buried deep inside as his hips gave one final lazy thrust, pushing the last of his release deeper into your tight, slick heat. His hands never left your body, sliding from your hips up your sides, gripping you possessively, like he couldnât get enough of the feel of you wrapped around him.
âFuck, baby,â he muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction, low and raspy in your ear. âTook it all inside, hm? So fuckinâ good for me. You were made for thisâmade to take every bit of me.â
He leaned back in the chair, eyes dark and hazy as he looked up at you, still straddling him, your body trembling slightly from the intensity of what just happened.
His rough hands slid up to your breasts again, squeezing them possessively, his thumbs brushing over your nipples as he let out a low, satisfied grunt.
âYou feel that, darlinâ?â Joel whispered, his breath still hot against your neck, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. âYouâre full of me now, all stuffed with my cum. Thatâs what you wanted, huh? Bein' filled up by your old man, just like a good girl.â
You shuddered slightly, his words sending a lingering spark through your body. It wasnât just the way he took youâit was the way he owned you with every filthy word, every possessive touch.
And even now, after everything, he wasnât letting you go. His hands continued to roam your body, lazy and deliberate, as if reminding you that you were his.
Joel chuckled lowly, almost smug, the sound vibrating through his chest as his fingers trailed up your spine, making you shiver.
âYou do your Job so well, darlinâ,â he said, voice filled with dark satisfaction, like he was proud of you, like youâd done exactly what you were meant to.
âGotta say, this old man didnât think he had it in him anymore. But fuck, you make me feel like a man again. Ain't no one else who could take care of me like you do.â
His fingers traced idle patterns over your skin as he kept you close, his cock still warm and softening inside you. He grinned, looking you up and down, his eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of knowing how much control he had over you.
âYou thought you were just gonna come here and help me out, take care of the house, huh?â Joelâs voice was teasing now, low and gravelly.
âBut youâve been takin' care of me in ways no one else could. Every time I see you, I wanna fuck you. Canât help it, baby. Youâve got me fuckin' addicted.â
You shifted on top of him, still feeling the heat between your legs, the mess of him inside you, and you let out a soft whimper as his cock twitched in response.
Joel chuckled darkly, his hands gripping your ass firmly, pulling you down against him again, keeping you pressed tight against his body.
âYou ainât goin' anywhere,â he muttered, his tone possessive. âYou belong to me. You know that, right? Thereâs no one else whoâs gonna fuck you like this, make you feel like this.â
His words hung in the air, thick and heavy, and you knew he meant them.
Joel wasnât just some old man you were assigned to look after anymoreâheâd taken something from you, claimed you, and now you were his in every sense of the word.
He grinned up at you, his eyes still filled with that dark hunger, even after everything. His hands slid up to your waist again, pulling you down for another lazy grind, his cock still nestled inside you.
The sensation made your body tremble again, and Joel noticed, his grin widening.
âYou keep takin' care of me like this, sweetheart,â he murmured, his voice dropping to a low rasp.
âAnd Iâll make sure youâre never wantinâ for anything else. Youâll always have me to fuck you, fill you up just like you need. You like that, donât ya? Beinâ mine, lettinâ me use this tight young little body whenever I want.â
You nodded weakly, still trying to catch your breath, your body pliant under his grip. He chuckled again, a deep, satisfied sound that made your core clench around him, even as you sat there, exhausted from the intensity of it all.
âThatâs my good girl,â Joel whispered, his voice a low growl. âAlways doin' what youâre told. Now, you keep sittin' on daddyâs cock for a while longer. Let me enjoy how fuckin' perfect you feel.â
And so you stayed there, Joelâs hands still possessive on your body, his cock still nestled inside you as the minutes passed.
You knew this was how things were going to be for a whileâhim using you whenever he wanted, taking what he needed. But the truth was, you couldnât get enough of it either.
The way he made you feel, the filthy dominance in his voice, the way his rough hands claimed every inch of youâit was intoxicating.
You were hooked, just like him.
You shifted on his lap, your breath finally steadying as the intensity of the moment began to settle. But even as your body started to relax, you couldnât shake the feeling of Joelâs hands still possessively gripping your waist, holding you there, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
A small, teasing smile tugged at your lips as you looked down at him, his cock still buried inside you, the heat of his body pressing against yours.
âYou might like keeping me here all day, old man,â you murmured, your voice soft but playful, âbut now I need to get up, cook, and get you your meds.â
Joel raised an eyebrow, that familiar smirk spreading across his face. âMy meds, huh?â he muttered, clearly amused, his voice still gravelly and low. âHell, I think this right hereâs better than any meds they could give me.â
His hands tightened on your hips for a moment, pulling you down one last time, making sure you felt the last bit of his cock buried deep before he finally let you move.
âBut go on, sweetheart,â he said, his tone a mix of teasing and command. âYou do what you gotta do. Iâll be right here, waitinâ for you to come back and take care of me again.â
You rolled your eyes, gently pushing yourself off his lap, feeling the mess of him still inside you as you stood up. As you turned to head toward the kitchen, Joel's hand shot out and smacked your ass, hard enough to make you yelp in surprise.
The sharp sound of his palm connecting with your skin echoed through the room, making your breath hitch, and you couldnât help but grin, your body responding despite yourself.
âStill fuckin' got it, donât I, sweet girl?â Joel growled, his smirk widening as his eyes roamed over your body while you walked away, his gaze dark and lingering.
âAnd donât take too long, darlinâ. I plan to have that sweet pussy on my tongue âtil I pass out.â
You glanced over your shoulder, flashing him a playful smirk, your hips swaying a little more, knowing he was watching every move.
âYouâll survive a few minutes, wonât you? You are still the strong, stubborn old man you claim to be.â
Joel chuckled, low and rough, leaning back in his chair, the smug look on his face unwavering. âYeah, yeah. Get that pretty little ass in the kitchen. But you keep me waitinâ too longâŚâ His voice dropped to a dangerous murmur.
âAnd Iâll be cominâ after you to drag you back here myself.â
You could feel Joelâs eyes on you the entire time as you walked away, that smoldering, hungry gaze burning into your back.
The heat between you two was almost unbearable, thick and heavy, making every step feel slower than it should.
Joel might be older, but the way he looked at you, the way he commanded every moment, made it clear that age hadnât dulled his hungerâespecially when it came to you.
And you knew exactly what he wanted.
Hell, you didnât even need his words to know. He had a taste for you, an obsession he couldnât shake. It was the same routine nearly every night.
Heâd pull you into his lap, his strong hands gripping your thighs, his voice a low growl as he told you to strip down because he wasnât going to bed until he had your sweet cunt on his tongue.
Youâd try to get things done around the house, but it was useless. Joel was insatiable.
âCome here, darlinâ,â heâd say, like clockwork, his lips curling into that filthy grin.Â
âYou know Iâm not sleepinâ till Iâve had my fill.â And before you could even respond, his mouth would be on you, licking and sucking until your body shook with pleasure, his deep moans vibrating against your sensitive skin.
Just last night, you had barely made it through the doorway when he had pulled you to the bed, laying you down and spreading your legs before you could even catch your breath. "Goddamn, baby," heâd muttered between long, slow licks, "Iâll never get enough of this pussy."Â
And he hadnât stopped until you were trembling, spent, your fingers gripping his hair as he kept going, like he couldnât pull himself away.
You knew tonight would be no different. His need for you was constant, his desire always burning just below the surface.
And, truth be told, you loved it. The way he made you feelâlike you were the only thing that mattered in the worldâhad you hurrying to get back to him.
You craved the way he devoured you, the way he worshipped you with his mouth, as much as he craved you.
As you finished up in the kitchen, your heart pounded with anticipation. You knew Joel was waiting, his eyes still lingering on the thought of burying his face between your thighs.
You hurried, eager to crawl back into his lap, knowing exactly what was coming nextâhis rough, possessive hands and that filthy mouth, reminding you again just how much he couldnât get enough of you.
And, if you were being honest, you craved it just as muchâcraved the way he claimed every inch of you with his cock, fingers or mouth - making you feel like you were the only thing that could ever satisfy him.
Your favorite old pervert.
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D.A | I Hate Everything About You ft Wonyoung.
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Wonyoung & Male Reader.
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âAre you sure? One hundred percent?â you asked, sitting in your desk chair with the phone to your ear. You had finished a six-hour stream a few minutes ago.
âOf course!â Yujin replied from the other end of the line. âI already made sure the staff got you a room at our hotel. You have no excuse!â
You sighed, rolling your chair back and turning it to face the wall. Helios was sleeping on top of the bookshelf where you had all your action figures, next to a Blood Raven Space Marine.
âYujin-ah, Iâm serious, I donât want to have any problems when I arrive,â you said. âAre you sure you donât want me to pay for a room myself?â
The reason for the argument was that she, Liz, and Rei had invited you to see their performance at the Golden Wave in Tokyo. The idea had of course been born from Yujin, and her insistence left you no choice but to accept. But it still wasnât that easy; you had to sort out some logistics first, as always.
âNo! Donât even think about it, Ezio!â Yujin said, in a tone you knew was best not to refute. âJust trust me. Has a tragedy ever happened because of that?â
âA year ago you made Rei and I believe that your manager wouldnât find out you were spending the night with me after the concert, guess who got told off the next day?â
âBut that wasnât my fault!â she protested. âI had no way of knowing!â
âBut it happened. I just answered your question.â
Yujin snorted, and you smiled. Getting on her nerves was pretty easy and fun.
âAre you going to accept my offer or not?â
âI have no choice, I guess,â you sighed, and turned back to your computer to push your chair forward. âIâll buy the ticket right now.â
You heard Yujin exhale in relief as you searched for the airlineâs website.
"The hotel is the Hyatt Regency. I think we'll get there around 2pm."
"Okay," you replied, scheduling the flight. "But I'll go the day before."
"Why?"
You sighed.
"I'd say it's for shopping, but I spent way too much on my two trips to Italy in the past two months. I need to get back on my feet."
"You went again?" Yujin asked. "I thought you already went to Rome in October with the NewJeans girls."
"I mean, that was a one-night binge," you finally bought the ticket and stood up, walking out of your office. "This, on the other hand, was a mini vacation."
"Mini vacation? Where, with who?" she asked again, as you headed straight to the kitchen to grab a drink and some leftover poke you had left in the fridge.
"Woah," you chuckled, going to sit at the dining table. "You sounded just like Nana. Scary."
"Hey! I have a right to know!"
"Yeah yeah, I'll tell you when I see you, it's a long story."
"Yeah, you better."
"Hey, I gotta go," you said, opening a can of Pepsi. "I'm going to eat and then I have a work meeting."
"Okay! See you in a few days then?"
"If nothing weird happens, yeah."
"Alright! Bye oppa!"
"Bye Yujinie."
Yujin hung up, and as you ate your poke you checked your text messages. You had from Sohyun, from Hanni, and of course, from Nana.
Nana was honestly amazing. She could just ask that from the first text, but no, she loved it and begged for your attention. Incredibly, it was like that from the first day you met her, when she did that challenge with Sullyoon at the Music Core and she cast a spell on you that three months later you still couldn't shake.
You didn't even bother to answer her at that moment. You rushed to finish eating, fed the cats as well, and ran to take a shower to attend your meeting with Sony.
In the end, that trip to Tokyo turned out to be extremely productive. Sony executives had made it clear that a face-to-face meeting would be extremely necessary to discuss all the details about your collaboration, and by putting your trip to Japan on the table, it was easy to arrange a time and place.
Unfortunately, that meant you had to make a flight change in order to get to Japan as soon as possible, and from around 8 in the morning you were already in Tokyo on your way to the meeting. That was basically the whole day for you, since obviously, releasing a custom line of speakers was something that took quite a bit of work.
At around 8pm, after the meeting, lunch and a short walk, you arrived at the Hyatt Regency. But you found something strange. The lobby was strangely populated, and once you paid a little attention to your surroundings you could see dozens of people with cameras whose flashes went on every second.
As you tried to figure out why there were so many photographers, a hotel employee approached you with a friendly smile.
"Good evening, sir," the woman said, with a pretty thick accent. "Do you have a reservation?"
"Uh... yes," you nodded absentmindedly, trying to look over the heads, but it was no use. "Yes, ma'am." you finally looked at her.
"Follow me, please." she nodded and started walking.
You followed the woman to the reception. The check-in process was quite smooth; about five minutes later the hotel staff had already provided you with both your room card and instructions on all the benefits that came with the reservation and how to claim them.
With nothing else to do down there, you decided to go straight up to your room, as you were exhausted and urgently needed to lie down for a couple of hours. The crowd was still milling around where the event was being held, and curious you finally approached outside the security line as it was on your way.
You wished you hadn't seen what you saw over the heads of the photographers, because it immediately put you in a bad mood.
Jang Wonyoung, now an ambassador for Tommy Jeans, posed for the cameras as seemingly innocent as ever, with that face carved by the archangel Gabriel and that beautiful, slim body. She was probably one of the most gorgeous people you had ever seen, without a doubt.
And you really, really disliked her.
You couldn't stand her since before you personally met the IVE girls over a year ago, but from then on, you only confirmed that she was exactly the kind of person you could never be friends with. She was a pick me girl, self-centered, pretentious, and haughty. Four things you hated all in one person.
Of course, she couldn't stand you either. Every time you had interacted had resulted in tensions, many of which ended in an argument, and for some time now you had chosen to simply stay away from each other to avoid awkward situations with people who had nothing to do with you.
And there she was again, in a hilarious twist of fate. It seemed scripted just to make you look stupid.
But as always, you were just going to ignore her and go about your business. Nothing was going to happen as long as you two stayed away from each other. So you took a few steps back, turned around, and took the stairs to the first floor, then took the elevator to your room.
The first thing you did when you got there wasn't even unpacking, it was going straight to take a shower and then lay down on the bed to check your phone.
You ended up getting a little too wrapped up in watching TikTok and Twitter, because you didn't realize when two hours had passed, only when your eyes started to feel heavy and your body was already asking for some rest. And that was exactly what you were about to do.
Until you heard the room door open.
Instantly alarmed, you looked over your shoulder, ready to throw punches on whoever had forced the lock to get in.
But out of all your possible scenarios, none of them mentally prepared you for seeing Wonyoung walk out of the hallway and stop dead in her tracks. You immediately sat up, your brow furrowed in a combination of anger and confusion.
âAhhh!â she screamed in fright, dropping her suitcase and handbag to the floor. Recognizing you, her eyes went from fear to anger. âWhat the fuck are you doing here?!â she asked, in perfect English with no trace of an accent.
Great, just what you fucking needed.
âI ask the same damn question,â you said incredulously, staring at her. âItâs my room.â
âNo, itâs not!â she protested, and stepped forward to show you her key card.
âLook on the fucking nightstand and tell me what you see, please,â you retorted, pointing at it.
Wonyoung frowned and walked over to look at your key card. She then clenched her fists and stomped her foot.
âOh my god!â she shrieked in frustration. âThis has to be a fucking joke!â
She then turned her back on you and stormed off down the hall. You knew where she was headed, so you immediately followed her. You both headed straight to the lobby to demand an explanation.
âIâm sorry, but thatâs how the reservation was made,â the receptionist told you, embarrassed by the unfortunate situation. âThereâs nothing that can be done to change it.â
âAt least I can pay for another room, right?â you asked, hopefully.
The woman smiled sheepishly and folded her hands across the desk, indicating to you that nothing good was about to come out of her mouth.
âIâm afraid all rooms are taken for the night, sir,â she said. âWe only have the Atrium suite available.â
And with that, any hope was crushed. On another occasion you would have paid whatever, but right now you couldn't afford it.
Wonyoung, seized by rage, slammed her hand on the desk and went back the way you had come.
You looked at the receptionist, embarrassed by Wonyoung's bratty attitude.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," you sighed. "She's like that. Thank you very much, too."
"It's nothing, sir," she shook her head. "Sorry again for all this."
And with that, you set out to follow Wonyoung straight to the room, where you entered and slammed the door shut behind you. She immediately turned around and glared at you.
"Tonight was special for me!" she yelled at you. "Why the fuck did you have to show up and ruin everything?! Ugh!"
The moment she said that, you felt rage wash over your body like an uncontrollable tide of bubbling lava.
"Huh? Now it's my damn fault?!" you said, not yelling but with a louder tone than usual. "How the fuck was I supposed to know you were going to be here today?"
"You did it on purpose, you idiot! Surely Yujin told you!" she pointed at you, taking a step forward. "Why else would you be here today?!"
"For fucking work, woman," you replied, also taking a step towards her. "Why the fuck do you think I care enough about you to come here a day early?!"
"Because you hate me, Ezio, that's why!" she took another step towards you and gave you a nudge with her knuckles on your shoulder.
"So what?! You hate me too, you pretentious bitch!"
"I hate you because you hate me, you moron!" another step, now she was less than two feet away from you. "And I hate you because you always go around thinking you're better than everyone else!"
You couldn't help but let out an incredulous laugh.
"The donkey talking about damn ears!" you yelled.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!"
"That you're the first one to think you're better than everyone! Oh my god!" you growled, frustrated at her cynicism.
"Because I am actually prettier than everyone, asshole!"
Without realizing it, the two of you were now face to face, but you were so furious that you didn't think to step back.
"See? That's your fucking problem and you don't even realize it!"
"So you hate me for being pretty?" she said with a laugh, raising both eyebrows. "Are you fucking retarded or what?!"
"Huh?" you grimaced. "I hate you because you're a fucking pick me bitch and you do nothing but draw all the attention to yourself on purpose!"
"So fucking what?!" she yelled again, so close to your face that you could feel her breathing. "Are you going to cry about it?!"
She continued yelling at you, between insults and rhetorical questions that you didn't hear. For some reason, you took advantage of that moment to scrutinize every detail of her pretty doll-like face, from those bright, round eyes, to her small nose, to her little moles, and finally, those pretty, full lips, which, in an impulse that came from the depths of your heart and you didn't quite know why, you kissed.
Wonyoung accepted your lips with a slight start, but immediately resisted by hitting your chest several times until you moved away with your hands on her waist.
"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" She pushed you away and then gave you a stinging slap. "If you think you can kiss me first, you're so damn wrong!" She grabbed your face with both hands. "Because as a princess, that honor belongs to me!"
And then, in a move you definitely didn't expect, she kissed you.
There was something that felt strangely liberating about that kiss. It didn't feel weird like you thought it would, and the best way you could describe it was like accidentally getting something you didn't know you needed. That satisfaction was directly reflected in how your lips danced fiercely against each other, your heads constantly tilting from side to side.
You couldn't believe you were kissing Jang Wonyoung, possibly the only idol that you automatically got upset about when you saw her. For some reason you were enjoying it, maybe too much, and you couldn't blame yourself for it, she was a whole fucking beauty of a girl after all.
"I've always wanted you, you fucking idiot," she muttered mid-kiss, both hands tightly gripping the hair on the back of your neck. "You're exactly my fucking type. Ashole, fucking ashole."
That only made the anger in you come out again. But it made a revelation come to your mind, so clear that it made you feel stupid for not having had it before.
"I've wanted you too, from the first fucking day," you muttered back, your hands gripping her small waist. "Why do you have to be such a fucking bitch?"
"And you're a bitter fucker," she muttered, lowering a hand to your cock to squeeze it angrily over your sweatpants. "A bitter fucker who makes my pussy drip and doesn't notice."
"That's all your damn fault, woman," you replied, pulling away from her lips to kiss the side of her face and then the right side of her neck. You heard her moan. "Your attitude is a fucking turn off for me."
As you peppered that side of her neck with wet kisses and your hands tightened on her ass, she continued to knead your cock until it was hard.
"Are you so retarded that you couldn't spot the damn signs?" she asked between gasps, shoving her hands under your sweater and then pulling it off. "Fuck, you're even stupider than I thought."
"And what were the signs, huh?" You bit her neck, teeth marking the skin. You also slid your hands under her white sweater and pulled it off in an instant. "Looking at me like I'm a piece of shit? Trying to trample me every time I talk?"
"It doesn't matter anymore, Ezio," she gasped, and grabbed onto your hair again as you peppered her collarbone and the center of your chest with kisses. "God, I'm fucking sick and tired of you. I need you to use me like your fucking sex doll."
Wonyoung grabbed you by the waist, turned you around, and pushed you down so you were sitting on the bottom edge of the bed. She then took off her bra, revealing a pair of modest but bigger than you imagined tits, and then she got rid of her denim skirt, which fell to the floor to reveal her white panties.
"It's not enough for you to be a pick me bitch, but now you're a fucking slut too?" you asked, looking at her slim, tight body, as she kicked off her boots.
"Shut the fuck up, asshole," she muttered through gritted teeth, and straddled your lap with her hands on your shoulders to crash her lips against yours again.
She began to grind her hips back and forth, with intense, deep movements. You brought your hands to her small waist and then to her small ass, which you squeezed with your fingers before giving her a hard spank that reverberated throughout the room.
Wonyoung moaned and sank her teeth into your bottom lip.
"Mmm fuck yeah daddy," she growled, looking into your eyes. "Again."
You gave her another equally hard spank on the other cheek. She moaned again, grabbed your hair and pulled your head back to dive into your neck with kisses.
"Mmm, you're so fucking sexy, fuck," she gasped, and bit your neck. "Will you do the same fucking me against the wall?"
"I will when you suck my fucking cock, bitch," you replied, giving her another smack that made her moan between kisses.
"Oh yeah?" She lifted her head to look you straight in the eyes. "Then make me, fucker."
You pushed her off you and stood up, grabbing her hair in a rough grip and pulling her off the bed. Wonyoung bit her lip and moaned, falling to her knees in front of you. If that was a challenge, you were more than happy to take it.
"Open your fucking mouth," you said as you quickly pulled down your sweatpants and boxers, releasing your hard cock onto her face.
Wonyoung instantly complied and opened her mouth, tongue sticking out. You then grabbed your cock and buried it inside her mouth. She caught you between her lips, and you grabbed her hair again to move her head along every inch of your shaft, fast and hard.
She let you guide her however you wanted, just being a good girl and sucking every inch of the piece of meat that went in and out of her mouth with those cute, full lips. Thanks to this, the blowjob got sloppy within seconds, as you made her pump her head at a frantic pace.
"Yeah bitch, now choke on that cock," you said, and grabbed another handful of her hair with your free hand to push her head all the way down your shaft.
Wonyoung took the tip of your cock into her throat with gags that made saliva spill out of her mouth. You could tell she was struggling, but from the way she looked at you with dilated pupils and slightly arched eyebrows, you could also tell it made her extra horny.
You let her breathe a couple seconds later. She moaned and bit her lip, jerking you off with tightly clenched fingers.
"Oh god, fuck my face and don't hold back daddy," she told you, her lips spit stained and her eyes glassy. "Or are you a fucking pathetic weakling?"
Your only response to that was to give in to your impulses and give her a slap, exactly like the one she had given you a few minutes ago. She gasped in surprise, but turned her face again almost immediately to open her mouth and stick out her tongue.
"So you like that huh?" you asked, giving her another hard slap on the same side of the face, to which she responded with a moan. "You gonna let me use you as a cum dump, bitch?"
"Any hole you want as long as you do it dirty and not like a fucking pussy," she said, and hit your cock against her tongue.
"Oh don't worry, you can count on that," you replied, and then you grabbed your cock and took it inside Wony's mouth, all the way to the bottom.
This time, it was up to you to control the situation. You started to move your hips hard, fast, with too much pent-up rage being released. Wonyoung stayed still for the first few seconds, hands on her thighs and tongue out as your cock hit her throat over and over again. But as the saliva built up in her mouth and she had a harder time keeping up with that pace, she brought her hands up over your knees to dig her nails into your skin.
"You like it this dirty? Huh?" you growled, watching as you turned that gorgeous doll face of hers into a complete mess, clutching two handfuls of her hair like handles. "Put that fucking throat to work, slut."
You kept thrusting again and again, until you let go of both handfuls of her hair to bring one hand to her neck and the other to the top of her head, and with that push her back so that her neck was bent against the edge of the bed. Then you raised one foot to the matress, pressed her into it and fucked her throat up and down.
Now, Wony was not only gagged, but she was also coughing and choking on her own saliva. You were pushing her beyond her limits, you knew that, but you certainly didn't care and neither did she. Her eyes were still on you, tears spilling out of them; her hands, now clinging to your thighs with trembling fingers and nails well dug into your skin.
After a few seconds you felt close to your climax, so you quickly pulled out Wony's mouth and gave her another slap on the other side of the face.
"Now finish me, bitch," you hissed.
Wony moaned and pushed herself off the mattress to grab your cock soaked in her own saliva, press the tip against her tongue and jerk you off at a speed surprising for such a thin wrist. Just an instant later you exploded with moans, shooting jet after jet of cum onto her tongue.
"Oh fuck yeah," you growled with a hand on her head.Â
She caught you between her lips and pumped her head along your shaft, letting you unload inside her mouth and at the same time slurping all the saliva off your cock. When you had left your entire load inside her and your cock stopped throbbing, she pulled you out and stuck her tongue out. Nothing on it.
"See daddy? I'm a good slut," she moaned, and slapped the back of your shaft against her tongue. Her face was still a mess, her cheeks streaked with tears and both her lips and chin stained with saliva. âDonât I deserve a reward?â
You grabbed her hair, pulled it back, and moved within inches of her face.
âIâll decide when you deserve a fucking reward,â you said, and spat out a good amount of saliva that you had accumulated on her face. âDo you understand that?â
âGod, just fuck me and destroy my pussy, Ezio,â she whimpered, reaching a hand inside her panties to touch herself. âIâve been waiting for over a fucking year.â
âToo bad for you,â your lips curved into a small, wicked smile before giving her a small kiss. âThe wait would have been shorter if you hadnât been such a fucking despicable bitch this whole time.â
âUgh youâre such a fucking bastard!â she squealed, and you pulled her up to her feet.
"A fucking bastard who's got your pussy dripping wet," you said, replacing her hand with yours inside her panties. She wrapped her arms around your neck and clung to you.
"And also a fucking cute bastard who I'd kiss all night if I didn't want to punch him in the face," she managed to say between moans, while you kissed the left side of her neck and rubbed your fingers up and down her slit.
"Then do it, bitch," you growled, and raised your face to look into her eyes. "You don't have the fucking nerve."
Wony untangled one of her arms from around your neck and slapped you, which met the standard of intensity you'd been carrying so far.
"And ruin that gorgeous face of yours?" She bit your bottom lip, and then slapped you again, harder. "I would never dare. But seeing it marked in red by my hand is sexy."
With a growl of frustration at how stupidly insane she was, you wrapped your free arm around her waist, joined your lips with hers, and walked with her to the opposite side of the room, where there was a built-in worktop with a wooden desk; you sat her on it and spread her legs wide.
"I'm sorry, but your fucking panties bother me," you said against her lips, and in a small display of savagery, you ripped them from her crotch and let the shreds fall to the floor. Then your hand returned to her slit. "Hmm, what should I do with this nice wet pussy?"
"Eat it? Fuck it and fill it?" she asked, and kissed your chin as you rubbed her clit in circles. "I don't fucking know, god, at this point do whatever you want with me daddy."
"That's an excellent answer," you smiled, and slowly brought two fingers inside her. Wony held onto your shoulders and stifled a moan against her pursed lips. "Is the despicable bitch in you wearing off?"
"Fuck you, motherfucker," she hissed, and leaned forward to bite your jaw as your fingers sank completely inside her pussy. "You're lucky you drive me crazy."
"Oh yeah?" you murmured, pumping your wrist in a steady, hard rhythm.
Wony took a moment to lean her head against the TV behind her and arch her back, melting under the steady, increasingly faster pumping of your fingers, which made her pussy fill the room with wet sounds. A few seconds later she was able to open her eyes and look at you between adorable moans.
"Yes daddy," she nodded between moans. "You drive me fucking insane, and I fucking hate you because you're not mine."
You snaked an arm behind her lower waist and held her close, now fingering her as fast as you could. She gripped the sides of your neck with her hands, and held your gaze as she gave in to the pleasure.
"I thought it was because I think I'm better than everyone," you said, raising an eyebrow.
Wony rolled her eyes back and bit her lip. From the way her fingers tightened on your neck you could tell you were taking her downhill.
"Yeah, and that's so fucking hot," she gasped, her face becoming more twisted and flushed. "But I also hate other fucking bitches touching you, mmmgh!" She arched her back, pressing her sexy abdomen against your newly hard cock. "If I could lock you in my fucking room to have you all to myself I would do it without a fucking doubt!"
Those were her last words before she hugged your neck and came around your fingers. Her face as she writhed in ecstasy and moaned like a princess was like watching Turandot in the front row; a mesmerizing work of art that was burned into your memory from the first moment. A fucking beauty, like very few you had ever seen in your life.
For which you still felt an incalculable amount of rage.
"You're not ready yet, bitch," you hissed, fingering her just as fast through her orgasm and making her squirm desperately. "Cum again damn it."
"Ugh just fuck me you fucking piece of shit!" she whimpered, and she slammed a closed fist into your chest as her hips shook. "Fuck fuck fuck!!"
Despite her complaints, your commands sank into her body and made her react against her will. It wasn't even ten seconds after her orgasm passed until another followed, making her shake and you double-duty to keep her from knocking the TV over. With another girl that would have been enough, but you weren't sated yet.
"Please Ezio, please!" she whimpered with tear-filled eyes, and she put a hand on your head to hold onto your hair as you continued to move your wrist as if nothing had happened. "You can do the same with your cock inside me! Please!"
"I don't care," you growled, beads of sweat falling down both sides of your temple. "Shut the fuck up and cum. Cum, bitch, cum!"
"Mmmgh!! Fuuuuckk!" she screamed, pulling your hair and hitting you several times in the chest before cumming again, and now with an added surprise.
You finally pulled your fingers out of Wony's pussy when she squirted and made a complete mess, wetting part of your arm and the floor beneath your feet. The way she writhed was absurdly sexy, and you took a step back just to admire her in detail, noticing how her legs couldn't stop shaking and her mouth remained half-open, paralyzed.
"Now you deserve a reward," you said between gasps of exhaustion, your wrist feeling like it was going to melt, and you walked over to her again to wrap your arms around her waist and pull her down from the counter.
"You're a fucking insufferable son of a bitch," Wony said, and gave you another punch to the chest as you carried her up with one arm to the back of the room, where there was a single chair, a small circular table, and a double couch that you sat on.
âAnd?â You raised an eyebrow, and pulled her by the hand so she straddled you. Wony cupped your face in her hands, and now her touch felt so delicate that it sent shivers down your spine.
âAnd I wonât let you out of this room until youâve made me cum at least four more times,â she said before kissing you again.
Wony wrapped her arms around your neck, and you wrapped yours around her small waist. You ran your hands over every corner of her back, and then down to her surprisingly round and firm ass to grope it. The back of your cock was pressed between her folds, and at the feel of it, Wony ground her hips slowly to rub your crotches together.
You pulled away from her lips to move down and kiss her collarbone, now letting yourself drift towards her small, pretty tits to suck, lick, and eat them in every way possible. Wony moaned into your ear, the lobe of which she bit on before she made you look at her.
âIâd love to ride you, daddy,â she made a cute pout. âBut youâve already exhausted me for that.â
âCan you at least stand up?â you said, both hands on her thighs.
âI think so.â she nodded. âFor now.â
Perfect. Because you had something in mind since you saw her naked in the first place.
You stood up from the couch with her in your arms and carried her to the left, towards where the window was. You pulled the curtains wide open, revealing the bright nightscape of Tokyo. Wony was smart enough to lower herself, turn around and rest her hands on the glass, her pretty face now illuminated by the lights of the buildings as she bent over for you.
âYouâre a good fucking girl huh?â you said behind her, hands on her waist before spanking her. Wony squealed and looked at you over her shoulder.
âIâm a good fucking girl for daddy,â she nodded. âDo I deserve my reward already?â
You gave her another smack on the other cheek, both now with bright red marks on the skin.
âShut up, you impatient whore,â you said, and pulled her by the neck towards you, speaking in her ear. âIâll make you perform in a wheelchair tomorrow.â
Her lips curved into a mischievous smile.
âYouâd do me a big favor,â she said, and licked you from your chin to the tip of your nose.
Unwilling to continue playing with her for the sake of both of you, you spit on your cock, picked it up, and brought it between her ass cheeks. Wony held your gaze, and you watched her face twist closely as you slowly sank into her suffocatingly tight pussy.
âOh god, keep going,â she moaned with her eyes on you as half of your shaft was inside her. âPut it all inside me daddy.â
The words got stuck in your throat as you pushed forward and every inch of your cock was inside what was possibly the tightest pussy you were ever going to experience in your whole life. You tried to say something, but all you ended up doing was kissing her and stifling a satisfied moan against her lips.
Wony, clinging to your forearm and your hand on her neck, let you take control of the kiss and use your tongue as much as you wanted as you began to move back and forth. You made sure every inch of throbbing flesh went in and out of her slim body, and she was forced to part from your lips to try and take in everything she was feeling at that moment.
âYouâre bulging my fucking belly oh my god,â she moaned, giving you little kisses on the side of your face.
You placed the hand you had on her waist on her lower abdomen to check, and sure enough, you could feel your tip bulge against her skin every time you pumped forward. That wasn't something new for you, but doing it to her gave you an extra boost of horniness, and if before you were determined to leave her crippled for a whole day, now it was your damn life mission.
"Come on slut, let all of Tokyo watch you being fucking railed," you panted in her ear, and put a hand on the back of her neck to press her face against the glass.
Wony rested her hands on the glass and looked at you out of the corner of her eye, face pressed against the window. You brought one hand to the back of her head and grabbed a good handful of shiny brown hair, while the other hand was left on her waist. Now you fucked her hard, fast, letting the rage in you flow just like when you fucked her throat.
"Does my cock satisfy you enough?" you asked between gasps, watching as it disappeared between her ass cheeks with each thrust. "Or are you going to complain about it like the fucking spoiled brat you are?"
"Why?" she asked, and managed a cocky smile despite being absolutely railed. "Are you gonna cry to that little whore Hanni Pham if I hurt your feelings?"
Oh hell nah. That was hitting a very, very soft spot for you, and she knew it. Hats off to her. It was an easy way to piss you off, and since you were completely done avoiding giving her what she wanted at this point, you gave her the victory and started to unload spanks, one after another, with your palm wide open and as hard as you could.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes!" Wony moaned with each spank, staring at you. "Harder, motherfucker, harder!!"
You didn't know if you could do it 'harder' than you were already doing, but you still made a little extra effort. By the time your arm tired, Wony's buttocks looked like two freshly picked cherries and her legs were wobbly in an attempt to stay upright.
"Like that?! Huh?!" you hissed, and grabbed her hair into a ponytail to pull her towards you.
"Yes!! Just like fucking that daddy, fuck!" she replied between unbridled whimpers, with nowhere else to look but the city. "Oh my god I'm going to cum, keep going, keep going!!"
Not even a minute passed when her words came true. Wony came in a tide of attacking spasms that threatened to make her fall to the floor if it weren't for the fact that you held her tightly and she pushed her hips back, preventing you from moving until her orgasm passed.
But almost instantly after she relaxed her body, you regained control and put a hand on the back of her head to push her against the glass with a downright dangerous blow. She only moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain, her mouth half open and her brow furrowed as you fucked her like an animal again.
"Fill me daddy, please!" She pleaded, miraculously still standing even though her pretty long legs looked like they were about to fall apart. âI canât feel my damn legs anymore!â
âOh yeah? Iâm fucking glad.â
You pulled her hair again, this time to wrap your arms around her body and hold her against you, one hand tightening on her neck and the other on her pussy to rub in quick circles. Wony squealed and dropped her head to rest on your left shoulder, exposing her neck for you to kiss, suck and bite until she came again.
âFor the love of fucking god fill my pussy already!!â she screamed in the middle of her climax, voice raspy from the grip of your fingers on her throat. âPlease daddy!â
You didnât wait for her second orgasm to pass before you turned around with her and walked her to the bed, where you threw her down with a rough push. Wony fell face down, and you quickly positioned yourself above her with your knees on either side of her hips. You brought your cock inside her again, and dropped forward to rest your forearms on either side of her head.
Wony quickly sought out your lips, and you accepted them as you pumped your hips up and down. You then wrapped one of your arms around her neck, and swirled your tongues together with moans from both sides.
When you felt your climax approaching, you let go of her neck and lifted your body, grabbing a handful of Wony's hair and pushing her head against the mattress, causing her hair to cover part of her sweaty face. The other hand went to the back of her neck, where you gripped your fingers before fiercely fucking her pussy against the mattress.
"Cum daddy..." she managed to say between pretty whimpers and the little breath you left her with each thrust. "I told you I'd be your cum dump, well fucking use me."
Coming from her, you didn't expect those words to sink into your bones as much as they did at that very moment, greatly accelerating your climax and making your body work on its own. It was such a magnitude of the damn spell, that you didn't even realize you'd cum until Wony began to moan in satisfaction.
"Oh fuck yes!" she growled, and bit the sheets beneath her as you filled her tight little pussy with deep thrusts. "It feels so warm, god. Are you sure you don't want to be mine alone?"
Still panting and not fully taking in how good it felt to cum inside her, you raised an eyebrow at that last bit.
"Why, are you going to drug me with chloroform and kidnap me if I refuse?" you asked, and removed your hand from her head and neck to let yourself fall forward and pepper her jaw with kisses.
"It won't be necessary," Wony replied, and turned her face to kiss you in a way so cute it seemed unlike her. "Because I highly doubt you'll refuse anytime soon."
Once you dumped all of your load inside her, you pulled out and laid on your side next to her.
"If you stop being a spoiled bitch, maybe," you said, pulling her on top of you to wrap your arms around her body and kiss her. You felt your own cum drip down to your thigh from her pussy.
Wony cupped your face in her pretty hands and gently ran one through your hair before pulling away from your lips.
"That's like asking me to stop breathing," she said with an innocent smirk, and she pushed herself off you to turn around and bend over your thigh, sticking her tongue out and licking up the little pool of cum that had spilled from inside of her.
After cleaning up the little mess she'd made on your leg, the only thing left to do was your cock, which she grabbed by the base and took straight into her mouth. You were still a little sensitive, but of course she didn't give a damn about this, she slurped up every inch of flesh without caring how you felt. Within seconds, however, you could appreciate how amazing she was at giving head, and how good her plump lips felt running up and down your shaft.
Her pretty ass, full of bright red marks on each butt cheek, was to the side of your face; you groped it, with gentle squeezes and caresses so as not to make the marks of your hands on her skin sting. You were taking care of her indirectly, and when you realized it, you quickly gave her a spank to make up for it. Wony moaned as she pumped her head and turned to look at you.
âMmm, you still have some for me right?â she asked after pulling you out of her mouth, and placed wet kisses around your tip. âYujin told me you can cum up to four times before you get tired.â
âI definitely have more for you,â you replied. âBut that bitch lied to you.â
Not really. But that night had been special since Yujin looked absurdly hot in that tight black leather outfit.
âThree then?â
âThree,â you nodded. âAnd I know exactly what to do with the third bullet so get up here.â
âI told you I can barely feel my legs, Ezio, are you fucking deaf or what?â she raised an eyebrow as she straddled your abdomen.
"You won't have to use them, dumbass, and turn around," you motioned with your finger.
Wony frowned in confusion and complied with the order. You noticed that she genuinely had trouble lifting her legs, so you had to give her a small hand. When she was finally sitting with her back to you, you pulled her hair so that she was lying with her back pressed to your chest, and you grabbed her legs behind her knees to lift them up and pull them towards you in a full nelson position.
"Put it inside you, slut," you said, as you had your arms busy holding her legs.
She reached between her legs and grabbed your cock to take it inside her pussy herself. Wony delighted you again with a cute moan, as you held her head, planted your feet on the mattress and began to move your hips up and down, quickly picking up the pace until you were eventually drilling her pussy.
âOh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!!â Wony screamed, so loud it seemed like she would tear her throat out. âMotherfucker youâre destroying my cervix oh my god!!â
Along with her moans, the room echoed with the deafening sound of her body being nearly torn in half by your animalistic and careless thrusts. In the end, your promise about making her perform on a wheelchair was going to come true. Pretty reckless on your part honestly. In fact, you were afraid of what might happen to you if her manager found out the real reason for her inability to dance.
But there were hundreds of possible excuses. Besides, it was common for some idols to perform sitting on a chair when they had physical problems, right? Wony was pretty enough to attract attention anyway; she didnât have too much to worry about, and certainly neither did you. That was why you were going all in, no holds barred when it came to giving her a fuck she would remember for the rest of her life.
"Yes daddy fuck yes!!" Wony moaned with her head hanging back, clinging to your forearms and with her hairâwhich by the way had a delicious vanilla and jasmine scentâcovering your face. "It feels so goooood!!!
After that scream to the ceiling Wony came again on your cock, and you felt the muscles in her thighs contract and tremble under your fingers. You let go of her legs and wrapped your arms around her torso. She was again lying against your chest, and you kissed her neck as she moaned in your ear.
"Don't you dare stop you fucking asshole," she managed to gasp in your ear, even though her legs were still shaking. "If you don't make me cum at least two more times I'll have to tell your slut girlfriend that you're such a lame fuck."
And there she went again, like the fucking despicable bitch she was, mentioning the most important person in your life right now to add fuel to the fire. Luckily for her, you were quite susceptible to provocation at the moment, so you immediately pulled out of her, pushed her off you, and got on top of her. Wony was still obviously unable to move her legs on her own, so you grabbed them again, spread them wide, and pushed them back before thrusting back into her. You then leaned forward to look into her eyes, holding her legs with your torso.
"Keep my girl's name out of your fucking mouth, bitch," you hissed, and began fucking her again.
"Or-what?" Wony asked, panting, jerking back and forth from your thrusts. "I can say whatever the f..."
You cut her off with a slap.
"What was that?" You asked, thrusting fast and deep. âI didnât hear you, bitch.â
âI said⌠Mmmgh!â another slap on the same side of her face from you. âFuck!â
As you watched her cheekbone redden, you brought your hand to her long neck and tightened your fingers there. Wony tried to say something else, but the sound came out barely in a raspy whisper. She then closed her eyes, opened her mouth in a permanent O shape and frowned in a sexy display of pleasure.
âSo you like that huh?â you said, straightening your back a little to add pressure to her neck. âWho knew youâd be such a S&M slut.â
Another attempt to speak from her, and only a weak cough. Seconds later she squeezed her eyes shut and raised her hips. The way she pursed her lips and began to squirm were indicative that she had come again, but you didn't stop, instead you switched the hand on her neck to the left, and used the right one to slap her again.
Wony opened her eyes now teary to look at you with arched eyebrows. You looked down, intending to admire how your cock bulged that tight belly every time it went inside. The hot and lascivious scene triggered all your senses, and made you turn on the overdrive so that in a sudden burst of energy, you gave her the most aggressive thrusts of the night.
"Now you're not saying shit, are you?" you gritted your teeth, and added another hand to her neck to squeeze it harder. "Wanna say something bitch? You fucking can't because you're a fucking masochistic whore."
You leaned towards her and spit in her open mouth. Wony closed her eyes again, and you felt her try to scream from the depths of her throat in vain as she came again. You didn't stop. More thrusts as she squirmed, and your persistence only made her cum one last time. By then, her pussy was so tight and felt so good around your cock that you felt your own climax just around the corner.
Wony was finally able to breathe properly as you let go of her neck and pulled off your cock. She opened her eyes and looked up at you as you straddled her chest, and despite breathing like she was on the line of life and death, she raised her neck and presented her cute little face to you; seconds later, you were turning her into a beautiful painting worthy of Tintoretto himself.
Every corner of her face was being covered in cum, with most of the spurts landing around her nose, under her eyes, and on her beautiful lips. By the time you finished draining yourself, you fell to the side and lay on your back, breathing heavily. That had definitely been your last bullet. But that only made you think like a normal person again.
What the fuck had you done?
Turning to look at Wony you could tell she was asking herself the exact same question. You expected her to make one of her usual comments, but she didn't say anything, she just stared at the ceiling with her face covered in cum and her chest rising and falling. Fuck, you had lost count of how many times you had made her cum. That girl was sure not going to be able to dance tomorrow.
You sat up after a couple minutes and looked into each other's eyes.
"Uh... I'll get some toilet paper," you said.
"Yeah⌠sure," she nodded.
Silence reigned in the room as you went to the bathroom to grab a roll of toilet paper and returned to Wony. It was a rather tedious cleaning session, since you had left several places in the room dirty. Of course you had to start with her face, then you went to the TV area and finally near the window. Needless to say, all the work had fallen on you, since Wony couldn't stand up. You even helped her put on her panties and gave her one of your oversized t-shirts so you wouldn't have to snoop through her things.
By the time you were done you were dressed again too, in sport shorts and a hoodie. Wony had made herself comfortable under the blanket already, on the left side of the bed, but you didn't join her, instead you went to the couch and made yourself comfortable there in the most awkward way possible.
"What the hell are you doing?" you heard Wony ask you, as you were already curled into the fetal position (the only possible position in that space).
"I know you don't want to sleep with me," you said, pulling the hood of your hoodie up and closing your eyes. "And frankly I don't either."
There were a few long seconds of silence.
"Ezio, don't be a fucking idiot and come here," she finally said. "The bed is big enough for both of us."
"Why do you suddenly care?" you asked. "Anyone would think you'd be too self-centered to even share a bed."
You heard her growl in frustration.
"Do you want to wake up with a bad back?" she asked. "Get in bed right now!"
As much as it stung, you had to accept that order for the sake of your back and your comfort, since that damn couch was certainly not suitable for sleeping under any circumstances. With a huff, you stood up and went to the bed, where you crawled under the covers next to her but leaving a good gap between you.
"The blanket isn't that big, so I hope you're not a restless sleeper," you told her, turning your back to her.
"I'm not," Wony replied from the other side of the bed. "And even if I was, I'm a fucking cripple right now."
"Good," you said, closing your eyes again. "Good night."
"Good night," she repeated.
The next morning you felt particularly comfortable and warm when you regained consciousness. What had woken you up was the sunlight, filtering freely through the window whose curtains you had left wide open. You slowly opened your eyes, expecting to see Wony at the other end of the bed.
But she was in your arms, curled up against your chest and hugging you. Even your legs were intertwined. You immediately frowned, wondering how the hell that had happened and searching through your memory.
When the memories came back to you, everything was much easier to decipher. She and you, at some point in the early morning and for some reason, sleepy, moved around the bed looking for each other. First Wony had hugged you from behind, and when you turned around, you were the one who was the big spoon. Finally, she had turned around and curled up against you, the position you were still in until that moment.
You didn't see it appropriate to wake her up, so you just waited as long as necessary, completely still and lost in your thoughts. Wony woke up around twenty minutes later, yawning and rubbing her eyes, and upon noticing the situation you were in, she froze.
"Uhm... Ezio, what are we doing?" she asked with her hands on your chest, looking into your eyes.
"I... I don't know," you replied, still hugging her. "I honestly don't know."
Again, silence. But it wasn't an awkward silence, as you were unable to feel that tension that was always between you again. Rather, you felt the purest calm.
"At least you slept well?" you asked, looking back into her eyes.
She nodded softly.
"Perfectly," she replied, lost in your eyes. "Better than ever, honestly, and you?"
"Comfortable, very comfortable," you replied back, also lost in her gaze.
Both of your gazes then shifted to a single possible place. You looked at her lips, which were just inches away from yours. She looked back at yours, and with a quick glance into her eyes, it was easy to understand that you both wanted it. So you finally kissed.
This time you were able to properly enjoy Wony's lips, in a slow, careful kiss that was totally in contrast to what had happened last night. Wony cupped your face with her gentle hands, and you held her waist with one hand while caressing her shoulder with the other. You completely lost track of time as you kissed, but you were sure that a while had passed by the time you pulled away.
"Ezio... I'm sorry," she said against your lips.
"Why?"
She looked into your eyes.
"Because of everything we've been through," she replied. "I'm... not really like that."
"Huh?" you frowned. "But yesterday you said that..."
"I was just playing along, fool," she nudged you affectionately with her hand on your chest. "I've never hated you, but you know... you do me, and I apologize for that."
"Jang Wonyoung, you've been acting like a bitch ever since I met you and now you come to tell me that you're not really like that?"
"It's the attitude I learned to have in order to survive this shitty industry," she looked down. "You can't act fragile and naive, Ezio... Everyone has their own method to deal with media pressure and competition. It works for me to believe I'm better than everyone else, even though I know I'm not."
"But..."
"It's true that over time I didn't tolerate you for being such an insufferable whiner about my personality, but I never hated you."
"Last night you almost had security kick me out of the room when you found me here."
"Because I hated to think that after such a nice night I'd have to deal with your hatred for me," she said, still looking down as she scribbled on your chest with her finger. "And that shit stresses me out."
"So..." you looked at her in silence.
Wony finally looked up to meet your eyes.
"You've been hating just a disguise all this time," she replied. "I'll explain anything you want, really."
"No... you don't have to explain anything right now, but I'll think of questions to ask you," you said, somewhat flabbergasted. "Actually, I have a good one: what's the real you like, then?"
She gave you a cute smirk.
"You can find that out for yourself, honey," she replied, and grabbed your hoodie to pull you into another kiss.
You kissed back gladly, but you felt like the biggest idiot for being such a dick for so long. How the fuck could you not hate her? You never really talked to her, and you never gave her the chance to get close to you in a friendly way either because you always repelled her with your obvious dislike for her. Plus, it only made you realize something else.
She was one of the most gorgeous human beings you knew, and on top of that she was actually a sweet and kind person? Oh my god. Fuck no.
As the minutes passed, you broke the kiss, and you found yourself caressing her face with one of your thumbs.
"Do you want me to order us breakfast?" you asked against her lips, giving them small kisses.
"I'd love that," she nodded. "And watch something on TV together?"
You couldn't help but smile, but you cursed in your head.
Karma was a fucking bitch. A cruel one.
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Cherry Bomb - tattoo parlor anothology
MDNI | poly 141 x fem fat reader | masterlist | cw: oral (reader receiving)
Part Ten: Permission
A/N: We're SO back!
Youâve never been so happy to work an extra day.
Johnny gets the shop to himself on Sundays for walk-ins. Usually, he mans the shop by himself but you need to record the cash income from the convention in the ledger. Sure, you could do that during your usual hours the upcoming Wednesday and catch up on sleep, but you have too much nervous energy coursing through you. If you were home you would just be stewing on your couch the hole day and probably spiral into a panic attack. At least here, with a task and Johnny yapping in your ear, you donât have to think about the fact that you made out with your boss too much.
Fuck. You really did that. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
You woke up in a cold sweat, fingers brushing over your lips as you tried to decipher if it was real or dreamed. If you really kissed John, if he really held a hand on your lower back as he walked you home, if he really gave you a second, light peck before saying goodnight. The itch of his beard lingers, as well as the warmth where his hands cupped your face. It felt so good. So fucking good.
Then the context settles in. The fact that you kissed your boss makes you want to throw up - not for any dislike of it, just the fact that your job is now in limbo. Hanging in the balance until you can talk to him on Wednesday. At least you can take the next couple days to collect your thoughts - come up with a good apology that will hopefully let you keep your job and some semblance of dignity. Somehow make sense of the fact that youâve kissed John and Kyle and surely when they find out theyâll think youâre a floosy. Loose and easy and pathetic and gross. You couldnât quite meet your own eye in the mirror as you tried to get ready for the day.
The current, formerly âFuture Youâ is not very happy with the now Past You. Frankly, youâd like to deck her for leaving you in this state of a permanent heart attack.
âOch, Iâm about tae melt.â Johnny mutters, appearing from his room and stretching. His shirt rides up, exposing a thick happy trail that does not help you in your current spiral.
You just hum, gluing your eyes to the physical spreadsheet in front of you as you go through the sales from the convention. Numbers will clear your head. Yeah, nothing less sexy or more distracting than trying to do math with pen, paper and a TI-84 calculator.
âWe should go get some ice cream.â Johnny leans over behind you, causing you to jump. Large hands settle on your shoulders as he rests his chin on the top of your head. At least Johnny is always touchy, you donât have to read into it. You donât think you could handle reading into it right now.
âUh, yeah, okay.â You murmur, letting him lead you out of the office and flipping the out for lunch sign. Youâve been so lost in your head the entire day that you canât fully pull yourself out of it - the same spiral of fears and self-degradation swirling around in your mind. A Cat 5 tornado of your own making. So stupid.
Johnny intertwines your fingers as you make your way down the street. Your hands swing lightly as you walk. Even with the heat, it doesnât feel like too much. Youâre not sure what it is - of youâre just comfortable or if Johnny just has something about him that makes touch feel perfectly natural - but itâs never overwhelming. Even when heâs hanging off you like a leech, itâs just Johnny. He doesnât make you talk, doesnât pry into why youâre so spaced out. He probably just thinks youâre tired. You are tired. So tired.
You donât realize Johnny is saying something until he gently elbows your side. âHuh?â
âWhat dâye want?â Johnny asks with a concerned furrow in his brow.
âOh, uh, I can get my own-â
âMy treat.â He shakes his head, batting away the hand pulling your wallet out of your back pocket. You have no choice but to give in to him - there isnât any point in arguing with Johnny.
âThanks for suggesting this.â You murmur, as you sit at one of the wooden, outdoor tables in front of the shop a couple blocks down from the tattoo parlor. The tables are covered in the shade of trees and an awning, luckily, keeping the sun from beating down on you. It doesnât stop your ice cream from melting nearly faster than you can eat it, but you donât have the heart to complain after Johnny took you out and bought it for you.
âAye. Seemed like ye needed some cheerinâ up. Never seen ye so sullen.â Johnny comments, casually stuffing a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. His eyes are sympathetic, though.
âOh.â You thought youâd been doing alright at hiding it - came into the shop with a jokes and everything this morning. Sometimes itâs easy to forget how much Johnny actually notices between all his volume and energy.
âGonnae tell me about it?â
âNo.â
âMight help.â
You shake your head. âI- Iâm- I canât.â
âOkay.â He smiles gently, giving you a once over. His eyes are so sharp. The others do it too - take your body language in piece by piece. It doesnât burn like when Johnny does it, though. His gaze is consuming, even when soft.
He seems to let you off the hook, though. Itâs impossible to know how much he does or doesnât know - how much any of them know. It puts you on edge, the inability to ask. After all, to ask is to admit. If you admit to it, you might lose it all. Fuck why did you kiss John? Kyle you can explain away - just a fun little bet. Youâre close in age, heâs pretty, youâre together a lot, you get along. Nothing to it - even if it feels like there was. Even if it feels like every time youâre near him youâre going to melt and the air gets too thick and all you want is to pull him to the back room one more time.
John⌠John you canât justify like that. Heâs your boss. Heâs over a decade older than you. Easily. Heâs been so good to you but thatâs not an excuse - itâs not right. Youâre jeopardizing his place in his community. Youâre jeopardizing your job. The best job youâve ever had. The best friends youâve ever had.
You can feel Johnny glancing at you as you walk, your eyes square on the ground and fists clenched anxiously. The heat outside only makes your head spin faster. Your cheeks feel feverishly hot. The ice cream almost curdles in your gut. Everything is too loud, too hot, too heavy.
You glance up at the clock. The dayâs almost over - there probably wonât be more than one or two people that file in at most. Youâve finished with your work, currently just cross hatching on a sticky note in an attempt to calm your frayed nerves. It hasnât worked. You need a distraction. A real, proper distraction.
âJohnny.â You snap, standing in the door way to his workroom.
âHm?â He looks up, thick brows raised.
âI want a piercing.â
He cocks his head, taking you in from head to toe. âAye?â
âIf you have time.â
âIâve always got time fer ye.â He grins.
You almost roll your eyes, but youâre too raw at the edges to really care about his usual flirting. Thereâs too much weighing on your mind - too much real anxiety knotting itself around your synapses and crushing them in itâs hold. The pain will help. Itâll ground you - sharpen your senses. You can focus on taking care of it for the next couple days between sleeping the days away until Wednesday. Until you can get this shit over with.
The only answer is to quit, right?
Thatâs your only option.
âWhat dâye want?â Johnny asks.
You shrug. âWhatâd you think?â
He taps his chin, eyes slowly making their way over your body. You wonder if he can see how tense you are - body so locked up your joints ache and your jaw throbs. Itâs a wonder your teeth are still there with how much youâve been grinding them.
âHow about a navel?â
âOkay.â You agree too quickly, flopping back on the pairing table. You focus in on a water mark on the ceiling above while Johnny digs through his tool cabinet, laying everything neatly on a small rolling tray.
Johnny stops above you. You donât even turn your head to look, fists clenching and unclenching.
Youâll have to quit.
Thatâs your only choice. No reference calls, no contact. Will Simon hate you? Will they all? Will they talk about why you up and left? Will they show up at your apartment to demand an answer? No. You donât mean that much - only a blip on the timeline of their shop. The corners of your eyes burn.
Johnnyâs fingers skate over your soft middle, barely touching as he passes over the button of your jeans. He pauses, glancing down at you. âBonnie?â
âYeah?â You reply a little too harshly.
Johnny leans over you, hands on either side of your head, blue eyes burning through your skull. He blocks out the light above. âYer doinâ this because ye want to, yeah? Not to punish yerself?â
You shrink into the table, hackles raising. It really is so easy to forget that Johnny is an observant bastard. Loud, brash, but he still sees everything. Like how he learned your coffee order by heart without you ever even saying it to him or having it written on the cup. He absorbs things, files it away, keeps it close to his chest and hides it behind his blunt, brash daily manners. Youâll miss him.
âI- yeah, Iâm fine.â You wince internally at the shake in your voice.
âYâknow, we all love ye.â Johnny murmurs.
You huff, eyes darting anywhere to get away from his. Laying on the table suddenly feels slightly trapping. You canât get your gaze fully away from where he stands over you - so close as his thick arms cage you in. âGuess so.â
âAnâ thereâs nothinâ tae feel guilty or bad about.â
Your eyes snap to his face, wide and worried. Does he know? Was he told? Do you ask? If you ask, youâll be admitting to it. If you ask, then he will know for sure. If you ask, you might ruin it all. âI donât-â
âYe do.â He cuts you off. âAnâ ye have permission, even if ye dinnae need it. Itâs okay. Ye havennae done anythinâ wrong.â
You stare, mouth opening and closing lamely. Johnny. Straight forward, loud mouth, unsubtle Johnny. Fuck, you love him for it. Doesnât dance around what he means. Doesnât avoid what needs to be said - from his end, at least.
âDid- did you talk to-?â You stutter, struggling between needing to know and fear to admit the truth so blatantly. Even if he obviously knows something.
âNot really. Not my business.â Johnny shrugs casually.
Not his business. So they persue separately, you think. That makes sense. Probably. Itâs probably wrong to make assumptions about the dynamic, about the implication that they have some sort of free for all. Then again, you donât really know anything about their interpersonal workings much. They live together, theyâre touchy. The dynamic is a mystery to you - only adding to the piles of confusion.
âYer thinkinâ tae hard about it.â He pokes the furrow between your brows.
Oh. Is that it? Youâre overthinking? No, adults talk about these things. You donât understand the interpersonal workings here at all. Are they together? Do they just do this? Pull girls in and push them around until they get tired? That feels too cruel for them. Theyâve taken such good care of youâŚ
âI still⌠want to talk.â You murmur, cheeks warm.
His face softens, a light smile tugging at his lips. âAnâ ye will. Kyleâs been damn near loosinâ it with ye avoiding him.â
âIâm not avoiding him!â You snap far too defensively.
âSure ye arenât.â Johnny shrugs, as if to tell you he knows thatâs bull. Not his business, though, he said. âJust⌠donnae be so scared of us, aye? Weâve got yer back.â
Your shoulders drop, sore from being tensed for the entire day. âOkay.â
âStill want tae get peirced?â
You nod, chest far less tight. As though you finally let go of a breath you had been holding the entire day. âSure, why not.â
Your shoulders slump as Johnny makes his way through the usual song and dance - showing you the freshly cleaned tools and marking the spot for the needle. Somehow the world seems⌠quieter. As if all the chatter in your mind had been just as deafening to your physical ears. Itâs tiring. That same sting behind your eyes that you get after a long night out. Your defenses are down, and your body is finally at rest.
âOw!â You gasp, lifting your head to meet Johnnyâs impish grin with a glare. âA little warning next time!â
âThaâs what happens when ye donnae listen.â He teases, slipping the jewelry through. âSheâs cute.â
You snort. âShe better be. Yâknow I should tell John on you for improper conduct.â
He cocks an eyebrow. âAye, ye anâ Price know plenty about improper conduct.â
Thereâs no malice in the comment, or in the grin he settles on you. For once, you donât freeze up. Donât send yourself into a panic spiral over what he knows or thinks or feels. Johnny made himself clear. Instead you land a light smack against his arm and huff in embarrassment.
âStand fâme.â Johnny murmurs after cleaning the piercing, a heat in his eyes that you canât quite gauge the source of.
You do as youâre told, slipping off the table. You have to hook a finger into the waistband of your jeans to keep them up, cheeks hot as you realize how much is actually exposed with the fully undone fly. You glance up at a far too pleased Johnny. Didnât even say a word, the mischievous bastard.
He drops to his knees in front of you. Your brows shoot damn near into the sky. Johnny mumbles something about making sure the piercing is sitting right. You roll with it, knowing heâs probably just saying whatever to get you to keep your pants undone a little longer. Your breath quickens as a large, warm hand flattens itself over your soft belly, unabashedly groping. Not that you mind, really, even if it does make your face so hot it might melt.
Your heart almost breaks out of your rib cage when he places a small kiss next to the piercing. His hand lowers, resting beside yours on the waistband of your jeans.
âMay I?â Johnny murmurs, big blue eyes blinking up at you.
You have permission.
You donât need permission.
You have it, though.
âYeah.â You gasp, shivering at the cold air on your skin as Johnny pulls your pants halfway down your thighs.
âPretty, pretty lass.â He murmurs, nipping at the softness of your belly and down to your thigh. âLook at ye.â
âFlatterer.â You scoff, attempting to let the tension melt off your shoulders with the usual snide remarks you slide each others way.
âMâjust honestâŚâ Johnny mumbles absently, fingers catching in the hems of your underwear. âYe always walkinâ around in somethinâ this skintie?â
For a moment, your brows knit in confusion. That is until he pulls back and snaps the string of your thong against your hip. Your face somehow gets even hotter and you grumble out a poor excuse of, âSâlaundry dayâŚâ
Your hips twitch as he traces between your lips through the cloth. So uncharacteristically slow and methodical for Johnny as he feels you, like heâs trying to memorize it. A shamefully harsh jolt runs up your spine as he presses just slightly into your clit.
âSensitive little thing.â Johnny grins up at you. You swear the devil has a less delinquent grin.
âItâs been a while.â You shrug, aiming once again for casual and missing by a mile.
His grin only grows, eyes bright and hungry. âLetâs get these off.â
You shimmy your hips a bit to help him get both your underwear and jeans completely down. A wave of shyness overtakes you as it settles in that youâre utterly exposed to Johnny, your friend and coworker, in the middle of your workplace just as the sun has begun to edge down close to the horizon. Itâs almost too much, and you almost yank your pants back on with a stammered, fake excuse, but Johnny soothes his hands up your thighs, gaze locked onto your pussy like itâs the only thing that exists and yeah⌠you want that.
You have permission.
âThere she is.â He cups you gently, grinding the heel of his hand against your clit just hard enough to make you gasp.
Before you can say or do anything his hand retracts and Johnny settles you with the most serious look youâve ever seen from him. It looks wrong, almost, on that face thatâs supposed to have a permanent ear to ear grin.
âIf ye want tae stop, I need ye tae tell me now.â
âNo.â The word leaves you before you can even register the thought - desperate and breathy.
It earns a low chuckle. The only warning you get before Johnny licks a long stripe up between your lips, letting his tongue rest on your clit for just a moment before repeating the motion as though heâs not just eating you out but truly trying to truly get a taste for you. To memorize you as he drinks you in.
âShould let me give you a ChristinaâŚâ He murmurs, pulling back to look at you.
âAh, wha-â
âLook so pretty on this fat little cunt.â Johnny gives you a light smack for good measure, grinning at the visible jolt that travels up your spine before diving back in. He hooks a leg over his shoulder, leaving you balancing on your tip toes with your hands flat on the table behind you. Itâs precarious and with absolutely no room to escape the attention heâs lavishing on you. Itâs almost desperate, the way he moves. The way he devours. A man utterly starved.
âFuck-â you gasp as his tongue piercing catches your clit. Rough hands knead at the softness of your thighs and hips, urging you to press into him, to take as much as heâs giving.
âThaâs it, ride mâfaceâŚâ Your fingers lock into his mohawk and Johnnyâs slurred words become the most pornographic moan you think youâve ever heard. He practically goes limp - body relaxed and pliant while you grind down onto his tongue.
You tilt your head forward, risking looking down only to meet those big blue eyes staring up at you with all the intensity of the sun. A shaky moan passes your lips and his eyes flutter.
âJ-Johnny-â The whine of his name only spurs him on - has him pressing his tongue so deep inside you and drinking you in full.
If he has any complaints about the way your heel digs between his shoulder blades as you unconsciously pull him closer, he doesnât make it known. His nails rake over your ass, biting and stinging in contrast to everything else. Itâs so much. Heat continues to pool at the base of your spine - babbling words, please and moans spill messily from your lips.
Your climax catches you off guard as Johnny sucks harshly at your clit; lighting your body aflame with only his mouth. Every muscle inside you tenses and the sounds you let out can only be described as strangled whines.
You have to yank a little at Johnnyâs hair to get him to stop when the overstimulation reaches just the wrong side of too much; heâs well and truly lost in the moment. It fuels your ego to dangerous heights - the idea that this gorgeous man became that intoxicated just from your pussy.
There isnât even time to say anything before Johnny is standing and connecting his lips with yours. You taste yourself on his tongue, his lips - somehow this is the first time youâve found that pleasant. With heavy breaths you watch him wipe around his mouth his his palm, only to exaggeratedly lick and clean whatâs left off his hand. Fucking sinful.
âNasty man.â You sigh, too blissed out to be truly critical. Johnny winks and you roll your eyes.
âSâabout quittinâ time.â He says, tilting his head to look up at you through thick lashes. âShould get ye home.â
You frown, still trying to come back to earth as you glance down. âDonât- do you want-?â
He looks you over, your mouth goes dry as his hand drops from your hip to adjust himself. The implications of the outline through his thick denim has your head reeling and your breath quickening. Johnny chuckles at you, surely seeing it written plain across your face. You might as well start drooling and panting like a dog.
He buries his nose into the crook of your neck to nip at your skin. âAnother time. Want tae savor ye.â
You shiver, unable to stop the smile that quirks up the corners of your lips. You have permission. You donât need it, but you have it.
A/N: Sorry if this is a little rough, I'm getting back into the swing of things. It's finally time for things to get fun, tho ;)
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Work Divorce
Aaron Hotchner x BAU!reader angst/fluff
Summary: Aaron and you come to a realization when you get into a fight about a case.
Warnings: Cannon typical descriptions of violence, alcohol, mentions of divorce, aaron being cuddly, no use of Y/N
Notes: I thought of this (and wrote it) at the airport so sorry for mistakes! Read more of my hotch stuff here and the angsty interlude to this here Gif isn't mine
âAbsolutely not. You are not going out there.â Hotchâs mouth was a straight line, and his features read anger to anyone but you. It was his eyes that gave him away. Pure panic and fear.
âHotch, I built a rapport with him over the phone. I can-â You tried.
âThatâs final.â The whole room was tense, the police officers who didnât understand the implications and your team, who felt like they were watching their parents get into an argument.
âYou have to let me do my job.â It hung in the air, and Hotch didnât respond.
The tension followed the team onto the plane. The case had ended badly. Yes, the team had managed to rescue four of the five hostages, but not all of them and the unsub was dead. And it had become abundantly clear that Hotch had made the wrong choice. You could have saved them all.
You were kneeling on the dirt floor of the cave the unsub had dug, holding cloth to a bleeding hostage. The other four had been able to walk out on their own and you were waiting with her for the paramedics who had to make their way through the forest. She was crying, tears leaking down the sides of face and dragging clean lines in the dirt and blood that had been caked there.
âHe wanted to talk to you. I could hear your voice. I cou-â she hiccuped, âWhy didnât you come?â
Your lip trembled and you swallowed trying not to think of the memory as you curled yourself into a seat beside Derek, using him as a barrier against Aaron. He had sat down in his usual seat, the one beside it occupied by JJ who usually sat where you were now.
âYou did what you could, kid,â Dave said, patting your shoulder on his way past you.
You tried to sleep on the flight, closing your eyes and staring at the back of your eyelids. You had no idea how much time had passed since the plane took off, but you heard an exchange beside you and Derek moved, replaced with the familiar warmth you knew as your husband.
âI-â
âI donât want to talk right now,â you responded, eyes still closed. The scene of her body being carried out of the hole, limp hand sliding out of yours, was replaying on a loop. Aaronâs hand rested lightly on your calf where youâd pulled it up to make yourself smaller. It was his form of an âIâm sorryâ.
-/-/-/-/-
Derek and Emily were whispering over the dividers between their desks when Spencer got in. He tossed his satchel in its usual spot and leaned over.
âWhatâs going on?â
âTheir stuff is gone from their desk. Hotch got here alone,â Emily hissed, nodding to where you usually sat. All of your trinkets, colorful pens, and most importantly your wedding photo were gone. It had been a week since the last case, and the last time the team had seen the two of you together was the day after you got off the jet. You had gone into Hotchâs office, door closed, and from the expressions visible through the noise proof window, it looked like you were yelling at him.
You had left, stormed off was more like it, and not been back over the week. And now this on a monday morning. Hotch was visible through the window, frown prominent as he read over a case file. All three younger agents averted their eyes when he looked out, but Spencer managed to scan over the expression when Hotch looked at your empty desk. Melancholy was the best way he could name it.
-/-/-/-/-
Another week and another case passed without a single mention of you. Hotch had never been one to wear a wedding ring, not after his first divorce, so there was no indication there. Still Hotchâs expression flickered to sad when he looked anywhere you usually were, beside him on the jet, in the bullpen, at the round table, and even in moments when the team was used to your quips against him.
âWhatcha got, babygirl?â
âIs everyone there?â Garcia asked, uncharacteristic of her. All ears turned in that direction.
âEveryone but Hotch and Rossi.â
âGood. They are still married! Legally at least. Hotch put in the transfer papers two days after the fight for them to move to the counterterrorism team.â
âThree whole floors?â JJ joked.
âThis isnât a laughing matter, Jennifer!â Penelopeâs voice shrilled, âThis could be serious! The fight was real!â
âBaby girl, letâs not get all sorts of spin up.â
âThey drive to work separately!â Reid cut in. All eyes turned to him.
âWhat?â
âWednesday and Thursday I saw both their cars in the garage on my way in.â
âAnd you kept it to yourself?â Emily complained. The door to the conference room, turned BAU office opened admitting the other two members of the team.
âThanks for the heads up, baby girl. We gotta go.â Morgan ended the call before she could give them away.
âWhat was that about?â Rossi asked, taking one of the seats.
âJust warning us about weather patterns,â Emily said at the same time as Morgan said, âShe was telling us about another case to keep an eye on.â The two agents glared at one another.
âSmooth,â Rossi joked, âCan we get back to work now?â
-/-/-/-/-
The case didnât end up being too horrible or difficult. They made it out without another killing and the unsub was caught without a firefight.
Emily picked up her phone, the ringtone distinctly Garcia.
âHey, weâre almost-â
âStall! I donât want to see them fight!â Emilyâs eyebrows knit and she frowned. JJ gave her a questioning look.
âWho?â
âThe Hotchners! Just stall!â The call ended. Emily looked at the team, who were slowly getting out of the SUV, a few protesting groans since they all had to run through the streets of Cincinnati a little bit longer than they would have preferred. She huffed to herself and quickly unclipped an earring, dropping it between the seats.
âShit!â The whole team turned to look.
âI dropped my earring.â Hotch looked exasperated, but he turned the car back on so they could turn the lights on and climbed in the back with Emily to hunt it down.
Upstairs the other SUV of the team was standing in the hallway talking to you.
"How was the case?" You were carrying a few things from Hotch's office, the blanket from the back of the couch and one of the photos of you and Jack that sat on his desk. Spencer was documenting the items in your hands and cataloguing them, JJ could tell based on how is eyes scanned over the items twice.
"Not bad. We were just talking about celebrating." You gave a tight smile and your eyes flickered to the elevator coming up from the garage.
"I'll talk to Hotch. I gotta go." You rushed for the stairs, the door closing just before the elevator doors opened to reveal the rest of the team.
"They seem like sturdy earrings," Morgan sighed, "but whatever." JJ and Spencer were staring at Hotch openly before Emily coughed.
"What?" Hotch asked, looking down at his suit.
"Nothing. We were just talking about celebrating today. We haven't all hung out for a while. Rossi, can you host?" The older agent rolled his eyes.
"You know you could at least ask me before asking in front of the whole team," he griped, "But yes. I can host. Make yourselves scarce. Drink some water. See you at seven." The agents scattered to their desks, but once Hotch and Rossi were in their offices, they stood with their heads together, occasionally glancing up at Hotch's office to see if he noticed the missing items.
Aaron walked into his office and immediately noticed the lack of blanket on the couch. Additionally a spot in the dust on his shelf and an absent little plastic dinosaur that sat next to the Captain America figurine on his desk gave away your recent presence. He narrowed his eyes, scanning the rest of the room before deciding everything else was in place. With a sigh, Aaron tossed his go bag by the door and removed some files from his briefcase before picking both bags up and heading for the door.
The agents in the bullpen were whispering and Aaron rolled his eyes at them. They were terrible profilers sometimes.
"See you soon," he called, hiding his smile when they all jumped apart.
"It must have been so bad! For them to be avoiding each other! And stealing stuff out of Hotch's office? That's crazy!" Emily hissed.
"We'll find out tonight." They knew you would never miss an evening at Rossi's. You two were always there first and left later than everyone else.
The younger agents nodded in agreement and dispersed, a continuous drone of concerned texts in their chat as they got dressed for the evening and stopped for snacks, wine, and beer.
Spencer, who was chronically punctual arrived first, the driveway conspicuously empty. He jabbed a message into the chat 'no one's here yet'. The responses of shock were followed by 'go inside and ask dave about it!' from Emily.
The front door was always unlocked when he knew they were over, given Dave's chronic laziness and the access to a firearm in basically every room in his massive house.
"Rossi! It's Spencer, don't kill me."
"We're in the kitchen," came Hotch's voice. Spencer peaked in and failed to hide his shock. You were sitting across Aaron's lap, red in the cheeks from alcohol. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and you were in a full body laugh. Aaron was laughing too, his headshaking, eyerolling one when you said something particularly silly. Dave was leaning on the other side of the counter, the grin on his face prominent.
"I can't believe you would betray me like that," Aaron chuckled, "It's my stuff."
"Nuh uh! We're married! It's my stuff too." Aaron's arms squeezed tighter around your middle, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You could feel his smile when he kissed you again and you felt like a teenager blushing. Dave pointed past you to the doorway.
"Don't you dare start texting, boy genius. Let the kids find out on their own." You and Aaron both turned to see Spencer put his hands up, phone slipped back into his sweater pocket.
"Take a seat, Doctor Reid. Have a drink," you joked. Dave poured him a glass of wine.
"So you just switched teams?" You looked at Aaron, who shrugged a little bit. No use lying.
"Kind of. We both realized there was no world in which Aaron could be impartial, no matter how hard either of us tried. And I got promoted." Watching Spencer's gears turn was always fun. You could almost see the puzzle pieces fall into place as they did in a split second.
"You're the new supervisor in the CT unit! That's why you stole your stuff from his office. They were for yours." You nodded.
"Precisely. And it's not stealing! It's mine!"
"It is absolutely stealing, you're a menace."
"Your menace," you corrected, booping him on the nose before reaching for your wine.
"We're here!" Penelope's voice echoed through the house, followed by the cacophony of Emily and Derek arguing. It was about you.
"Just come in here!" You complained. There was a thunder of footsteps running through the front hallway and the three other agents cartoonishly paused in the doorway staring.
"You know people are allowed to get new jobs right?" Aaron asked. He wasn't usually the joker in the group, but sometimes with just the right amount of alcohol his dry humor took over.
"Thank god! I thought I was going to have to start planning two parties!" Penelope gushed, running over to hug you. You laughed, sliding out of Aaron's lap. He was reluctant to let you go. He had been every time you were together, now that you didn't see each other constantly he missed you being beside him.
"Anyway, if we ever separated I would get the team," you stage whispered. Aaron pinched your thigh.
"Absolutely no you wouldn't."
"We will have to write up a contract for your work divorce," Spencer laughed.
"That's not fair! He used to be a lawyer," you whined. Aaron pulled you back into his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder where you stood in front of his stool.
"187 over here can help you." You bickered and laughed and explained yourself to the team once JJ and Will arrived.
"I can't believe you thought we broke up," you sighed once dinner was over and all of you had settled in the backyard under the summer stars.
"I can't either," Dave laughed, "They have no idea how much more of a mess you two would be."
"Hey!" Both of you interjected. The team laughed as you both looked at each other. Aaron pulled you ever closer, nuzzling his nose to your cheek. He was properly drunk now, which is why you both decided ubering over was a better idea so you didn't have to worry about a car.
"He's right," he muttered, his letters slurring together. You chuckled, wrapping your arms over his shoulder and squishing him to your chest.
"I know. I would be too."
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picture of you in an invisible locket | j.v
summary:
âIt is not my father who is against the match.â
âWhat?â
Jacaerysâ eyes widened in surprise at the implication, and you sighed quietly. You werenât planning on telling him, knowing it would hurt his feelings greatly, but did you have any other choice?
âYou say you have a deep affection for me, and then say that youâre against a match,â Jacaerys said, his brows knitted in confusion.
OR; loving jacaerys velayron means more than loving just him, something that you are painfully aware of
pairing: jacaerys velaryon x reader
warnings: none :)
word count: 2,5k
author's note: my first jacaerys fic! ngl it was super hard to jump from obx to hotd bc i wanted my writing to feel authentic to the fandom/show??? yeah obx and hotd could NOT be any more different tbf. i have a bunch of ideas for jace but if you want you can send me some requests! also tagging @zyafics and @sunderlust bc they've been encouraging me to write for jace ily guys. happy reading and pls leave some feedback/comments/nice words!!! <3
⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠. ăâş ă . âŚ
The light of the torches were flickering as you walked down the hallway, your shoes clicking against the marble stones that lined the ground. It was nearly midnight and a lady of your rank shouldnât be awake at this hour, much less out of her chambers by herself, roaming the halls.
But you were hungry.
You hadnât had much to eat during dinner, trying to avoid him as much as possible, which is getting increasingly more difficult. Usually, he wasnât so persistent, opting to stay close to your father during dinner, exchanging information about their culture, or drinking with your brother. Tonight, however, it seemed like he was on quest to find you whenever you were standing idly by, asking for a dance. And of course, you couldnât decline for no reason, as it would appear rude or even slight, so you busied yourself with other - much less distracting - dance partners. By the time he was approached by one of your guards, inquiring about his training, and you saw your chance to sit down and eat in peace, the table had been cleared for the last course. While you did love cake, your hunger couldnât be stilled by a mere dessert and you spent the remainder of the night famished, longing for some hearty food.
As if on cue, your stomach grumbled of hunger again, and you picked up the skirt of your night dress, hastening along to the kitchen. When you finally reached the stair case that led down to the kitchens, you hurried down the steps, letting yourself into the kitchen, the heavy wooden door swinging shut behind you.
The kitchen was dimly lit, and you headed to the pantry, searching for bread and butter and if you were lucky, some smoked ham. You were so focused on your search, you didnât even notice another presence lingering in the doorway of the pantry.
You heart nearly stopped when you finally did see him, your gasp echoing in the empty kitchen.
âPrince Jacaerys!â
The crown prince of the Seven Realms was standing in front of you, arms behind his back and brows raised. You forced your heartbeat so calm down, hand still clutching your chest.
âYou gave me a fright,â you said. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI have been waiting for your arrival. You took quite some time, I was certain you would be here an hour past.â
Your eyes narrowed in slits, growing wary at his words. âAnd how did you know that I would come to the kitchens at this hour? I do not make it a habit to skulk around the keep at night.â
Jacaerys chuckled dryly, his beautiful dark curls bouncing as he shook his head, as if in disbelief.
âGiven how you occupied the dance floor with various dance partners earlier, I did not see you sit down for supper once. You were certain to still your hunger somewhere.â
So he did notice.
You acted nonchalant, turning away from him eyes searching shelves in the pantry.
âSearching for this?â
Jacaerys brought a loaf of bread from behind his back, wrapped in a cloth. Your eyes gleamed, taking a step forward to reach for it, nearly bumping into him as he took a step forward as well, breaching into your personal space. Your heart stopped, feeling his hot breath fanning on your cheeks and the princeâs lips tugged into a grin.
âAh ah,â he tutted, moving the bread out of your reach. âYou do not expect me to give this away without a price now, do you my lady?â
You took a momentâs pause, considering his words with caution.
â⌠What sort of price do you speak of?â
âHow aboutâŚâ Jacaerys begun. âA kiss?â
With a small breath, you faltered, looking up at him through your lashes, your shoulders slumping.
âJace.â
âAh, now we are back to Jace?â
Snatching the small piece of ham and the butter that sat in a small marble bell from the shelves, you walk back into the kitchen, knowing Jacaerys would follow you. Making a stop at the counter, you spread your findings on it, waiting until Jacaerys stopped next you, loaf of bread still in his hand.
âYou have been avoiding me.â
âI have not.â
âYou danced with every single man at your brotherâs name day celebration except for me,â Jacaerys pointed out. You shrugged with your shoulders, an act you would never do in front of other people, but this was Jace.
âI was merely being a good host.â
âDonât insult me, my lady. I saw your grimace when Lord Ren twirled you over the dance floor while stepping all over your feet with his barbaric dance moves.â
Seven hells, he got you there. You never were able to keep your real feelings hidden when it came to Lord Ren. He was just too insufferable. Pursing your lips, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. You were still a lady after all, you had some manners.
âWill you give me the bread when I admit youâre right?â
âI should not,â Jacaerys sniffed. âBecause I know I am right, I do not need a confession. I just want to know your reasons.â
With a huff, you snatched the loaf of bread out of his hands, reaching for knife in the wooden block. You cut out several slices, maybe with more force than necessary.
âYou know my reasons.â
Jacaery is quiet next to you and you dropped the knife on the counter, wrapping the rest of the loaf up again. You can still feel his gaze on you as you spread the butter on the bread slices, knowing he was waiting for you to elaborate, and after a few more moments, you broke, the knife clattering against the wooden surface.
âJace, you know I⌠Have a deep affection for you.â
âAs do I for you.â
The two of you both skirted around the big word, not quite bold enough to say it yet.
âI do not wish to give my father the expectation to marry me off to you.â
âIâm the crown prince, surely your father would not have any grievances against a match.â
âIt is not my father who is against the match.â
âWhat?â
Jacaerysâ eyes widened in surprise at the implication, and you sighed quietly. You werenât planning on telling him, knowing it would hurt his feelings greatly, but did you have any other choice?
âYou say you have a deep affection for me, and then say that youâre against a match,â Jacaerys said, his brows knitted in confusion. âI donât understand. Isnât a match born out of affection and not duty what you have been wanting?â
âJace, this is more complicated than me harboring any affections for you-â you started, but your words were cut shot by Jacaerys speaking your name.
âIf itâs about leaving home, I promise Kingâs Landing is not as bad as it seems. And on dragonback, it is only a three day journey. When I first left, I got terribly homesick as well, but-â
âI do not wish to be Queen!â you exploded, falling into Jacaerysâ words and he took a step back at your outburst, surprise flickering over his face. You let out a long, deep, breath, hand clutching at your chest, calming yourself down.
The kitchen is eerily calm, neither of you spoke, the only sound is the fire crackling in the hearth. Your voice is quiet when you finally spoke again.
âI am the youngest child of my father, Jace. His only daughter. My oldest brother is betrothed and to be wed in less than a yearâs time, the second oldest is courting his partner to be betrothed. I was not trained to rule, to have any responsibility or to represent my house. You are the crown prince, set to inherit the Iron Throne, to rule over seven kingdoms. Seven, Jace. How exactly do you expect me to fulfill the role of a Queen consort?â
Jacaerysâ mouth was parted, as if he wasnât quite sure what to say. Which you understood. You have never shared your feelings about his position as heir before, how you resented it a little for it was the only reason you couldnât let yourself be matched with him.
âIâm not fit to be Queen.â
âI⌠Didnât know that you felt this way,â he said, his voice tight. âI canât shirk my duties.â
âAnd I am not asking you to,â you assured him. âI just canât⌠Be the wife you need.â
âWhat if-â
âJacaerys, please.â
Your voice was pleading, knowing discussing this any further was no use. You werenât fit for a Queen. Jacaerysâ face shut down, and he put his mask up, before nodding, ever the understanding prince, much to your luck. âOf course. Whatever you wish for, my love.â
His love.
âI will see you on the morrow.â
Reaching for your hand, he grasped it gently with his, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles, before stepping back, letting go of you. As he departed from the kitchen, you leaned against the counter, your breath shaky. You knew you hurt him, disappointed him, but this was so much bigger than the two of you.
You breathed out deeply, hoping the sorrow would leave, but it didnât. Reaching for the bread, your appetite had gone, but leaving it would be wasting it, so you bit into your dinner. And as you ate, you couldnât help but think that the bread tasted like ashes in your mouth.
The next few days, Jacaerys seemed to respect your wishes to keep his distance. You still saw him around the keep, occasionally walking with your father, mostly though you saw him accompanying your brother as they conversed quietly, but intently. You wondered what they were talking about. Whenever you saw him, you noticed that Jacaerys kept his gaze away from took, and you couldnât help but feel saddened, even though this was what you asked him for in the first place.
You missed his company. Especially at night. Despite the fact that you had never crossed any lines, or did anything improper - spending the dark hours at the library talking, exchanging stories about your childhood, maybe coming very close to a kiss - you were still a maiden. Of course you spending time with him alone was unseemly, and your father would betroth you immediately would he find out. It might be better for you, that Jacaerys kept away.
It was the end of the week when you saw him again. You were sat in the dining hall, at another feast your father had called for. It was the night of the departure of the representatives of House Blackwood, though even if it werenât, you didnât doubt that there would still be a feast. Your father didnât need an occasion celebrate.
Your demeanor was polite, bht curt, hoping that it would deter any lords from asking for a dance, but of course Lord Ren was keen on offering you his hand.
Giving him a polite smile, you let him lead you around the dance floor, already forming some sort of excuse in your head when someone stepped to you, offering you his hand.
It was Jacaerys.
âMay I, Lord Ren?â
âOf course, my prince.â
Lord Ren bowed to Jacaerys and you bowed your head out of respect before Jacaery placed a hand on your waist, his other finding your hand. You couldnât help but feel relief that Jacaerys had freed you from Lord Ren, but you tried to keep your composure.
âI thought we talked about this, Jacaerys,â you muttered out between gritted teeth, as to uphold the image of a happy lady, dancing with her guest.
âWe have.â
Jacaerys replied easily, never missing a step as he spoke, despite keeping his eyes on you. Ever the perfect prince.
You turned away, not being able to hold his eyes on you, your stomach churning.
âI am sorry if I hurt your feelings, Jace,â you said quietly, not wanting anyone to overhear you talking to the crown prince in such a familiar way. âI wish things were different- That I was different.â
Jacaerysâ hand tightened on your waist, and he used that to pull you closer.
âI spoke to your father, and he gave his blessing for our betrothal.â
Your eyes widened at his words, as you hadnât expected them, the shock evident on your face. You had told him about your fears of being Queen consort and he just disregarded them.
âWhat?â
âI know youâre afraid that you wonât be able to fulfill your duties as Queen, my Queen consort. My mother will teach you, I will be by your side. My mother is set to live a long life and by the time I will inherit the throne, you will be properly trained. And I swear on my life, you will make the best Queen consort the realm will ever see.â
Stunned, you blinked your eyes at him, as if this all was a dream. Never before had you experience someone being so stubborn to prove you of your own worth.
âIt hurt me greatly when you told of your reluctance of our match, because I cannot fathom that you see yourself anything less than you are.â
As he spoke, Jacaerys kept his gaze ahead, but he finally he turned to look at you, his eyes softening.
âI will not force you. This is your choice. If you do not wish to marry me, you wonât have to. Just know that I believe in you and what you will be able to do as Queen consort.â
You were trying so hard to find the right words, your feet stopped working for a second and you stumbled, but Jacaerys was quick to tighten his grip around you, keeping you upright.
âI- donât know what to say,â you admitted.
âSay yes?â
Jacaerys looked down at you, his eyes hopeful and you felt your resolve melt away, especially because it looked he had planned it down to the last detail.
âYes, okay.â
Jacaerys smiled at you before turning to the side, giving a curt nod and that was all it took for your father thrust his jug into the air, the ale spilling over the rim.
âI am thrilled to announce that Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, heir to Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen of the Seven Realms, has asked my daughter for her hand in marriage⌠And she has accepted!â
The raucuos cheers that followed after nearly deafened your ears and you hid your face in Jacaerysâ chest - an act of affection you allowed yourself now that the two of you were betrothed.
âThis couldnât wait until we were in closed chambers?â you whispered, pink tinging your cheeks. Jacaerys shook his head, lifting your hand to brush his lips over your knuckles.
âThereâs no backing out of it now, my love.â
⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠. ăâş ă . âŚ
author's note: thoughts?? :)
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fashion help | charles leclerc x fem! reader x alexandra saint mleux !
summary; how charles, y/n, and alexandra came to be all because of y/n wanting to help a clueless charles in a mall
warnings; ?? none i think
word count; 635
all works taglist; @goldenmclaren @namgification @c-losur3 @minkyungseokie @lavisenri @ollieshifts
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masterlist !
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âAlex! These are cute too, no?â Y/n questioned as she ran over to a pink dress and a matching red one beside it. The couple were searching for a matching outfit for an art exhibit event which led them to the large department store in Monaco to find outfits.
âThese are quite cute, amor.â Alexandra quietly says. One hand was interlocked with her girlfriends and the other ran down the fabric of the dress. âThe fabric isnât the greatest but-â
She turned to look at Y/n but she was seemingly distracted, staring at the menâs side of the department store.
âWhy is he grabbing those blue pants? Theyâre hideous.â
Alexandra followed where Y/n was staring and saw a confused brunette looking through the racks of clothing. He held up a pair of patterned blue pants which the Art student had to admit was hideous.
âMaybe heâs shopping for a friend?â
âThen I have to help him! If someone gifted me those pants Iâd be offended.â
âY/n, no-â Before She could finish her sentence, Y/n was already walking towards him.
Alexandra loved her girlfriend, she truly did. She just hated sometimes how extroverted she was and was willing to go up to a stranger to tell him about his poor fashion choices. She hesitantly shuffled behind. She was already preparing to apologize to her girlfriend when she suddenly heard the mystery man thank her.
âHonestly, I donât even know what Iâm doing here. My friends always say Iâm bad at this.â He says with a chuckle, causing both Alexandraâs and Y/nâs hearts to skip a beat. âBut thank you. I didnât quite catch your name?â
âIâm Y/n and this is my girlfriend, Alexandra.â
âCharles, it is a pleasure to meet you both.â He smiled as he shook their hands. Any other man wouldâve probably been shocked at Alexandra and Y/nâs relationship, which was common because men always hit on them, but Charles was different.
Both girls were bisexual, so they werenât new to romantic feelings towards the opposite sex. But they had been dating for a few months and only had feelings for each other. Until the confused-looking Monegasque caught both of their attention. Even Charles felt intrigued, noticing how Alexandra stared at him or how Y/nâs touch lingered for a second too long when shaking his hand.
There was a tension that fell over the three of them and neither could quite decipher what it was. Y/n cleared her throat after a few seconds of silence had passed.
âGood thing Alex and I have good fashion taste.â She said with a smile. With one hand she holds onto Alexandraâs hand and with the other she grabs Charles. âNow, looking at you, I think these would fit well.â
Her girlfriend gave the Monegasque a look before they both laughed at Y/nâs enthusiasm about what pants style and what color looked best on him.
Hours had passed by the time the girls finished picking out a whole new wardrobe for Charles, although it felt like it was just a few minutes.
âIâve got to thank you both. I really do appreciate the help.â Charles said with a smile, the three of them walking out of the store with bags in hand.
âOh, itâs no problem. Iâm a fashion major so this is kind of my thing.â Y/n said with a smile.
âShe just really likes to help people.â Alexandra nudged her girlfriendâs side as she chuckled.
âAre you two busy?â Charles suddenly asked, âIâd like to treat you both to lunch as a thank you.â He wore a hopeful smile as the two girls shared a glance.
Y/n being the most straightforward one, linked one arm with Alexandra and the other with Charles. âWell, lead the way!â She exclaimed with a laugh and the rest was history.
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đđđđđ đđ đĄđđđđ - matthew sturniolo
pairing. dilf!matt x sub!reader
genre. smut
âś content warnings. explicit content, age gap (reader is an adult), porn with plot, mentions of drugs, kitchen sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, manhandling, oral, fingering, creampie. MDNI
âś summary. you find yourself increasingly drawn to the father of the child you babysit. what happens when you accidentally wind up at his doorstep in the pouring rain?
your drenched figure meekly stood on the front porch of Mr. Sturnioloâs residence, teeth chattering as you tuck your hair behind your ears and attempt to unstick your shirt from your wet skinâyou cursed at yourself for neglecting to bring the baby pink umbrella sitting by your closet. realizing you might succumb to hypothermia if you didn't find shelter soon, you had no choice but to bang your fist against the door for the second time. you waited for a few more seconds, glancing at the blaring white numbers on your phone screen; 7:38 p.m.
you considered giving up and heading back to your car until you heard footsteps shuffling on the other side, accompanied by the sound of the locks being undone. the door finally swung open and you stood face to face with the gorgeous brunet. the father of the child you nanny, to be exact. he gaped at you in shock, his blue eyes wide and pretty pink lips parted. the white sweater adorning his body was tucked neatly into a pair of pale blue jeans complemented by delicate pieces of jewelry peeking out at his neckline. although you did notice something strange about him, his eyes were bloodshot red. almost as if heâd been crying, or maybe... your head vaguely tilted in observation before you snapped out of your thoughtsâquickly realizing that your clothes were dampened by the rain and pretty much see through once you caught his blue eyes lingering at your tits, practically eye-fucking you.
âoh my gosh sweetheart, what are you doing outside?â his voice, smooth as butter, made your heart skip a beat. sweetheart. he would call you that often. you would be lying if you said that youâve never touched yourself at nightâreplaying the sound of his sweet voice and imagining his presence while you fuck yourself with your fingers, âbe quiet, sweetheart. you donât want people to hearâ.
âiâm sorry Mr. Sturniolo, i recall that i would have to babysit aria today?â you smiled the best you could, still shivering from the droplets of rain that would pour down your body. the brunet frowned in front of you, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
âhoney, aria is staying with her mother today.â he cooed. you stood, processing his words before squeezing your eyes shut in frustration. fucking hell, how could you forget?
âhereâcome in, you must be so cold.â he ushered you inside, placing a warm palm on the small of your back. he swiftly shut the door behind you and the house fell silent, filled only with the muted sound of raindrops.
âgod, youâre soaking wet.â he murmured softly, twirling the stubble on his jawline between his fingers. your stomach fluttered at his remark.
âand itâs matt, by the way.â he warmly smiled at you. your eyes met his in surprise,
âcall me matt.â
âthank you matt.â you whimpered, your hands gently soothing the goosebumps on your arms. matt fell silent for a moment, an unreadable expression crossing his features.
âletâs get you cleaned up. you know where the shower is, yeah?â he said, clearing his throat as he walked towards the stairsâhis back turned to you. mattâs soft footsteps echoed through the living room, and you couldn't find the words as you watched him disappear into a room.
you quietly made your way towards the enormous bathroom at the end of the hallway, you knew it like the back of your hand since it happened to be one of ariaâs favorite places to hide. you rid yourself of your drenched clothes before stepping into the long awaited showerâsighing in blissful relief as the warm water washed over your body. this was the first time you were solely with matt, let alone naked in his shower.
you hated to admit that you were secretly anticipating him, hoping that he would come in and press your tits onto the glass shower door as he fucks you senselessâor maybe have you propped up on the sink while he selfishly flicks his tongue against your clit over and over again, covering his face in your slick. undeniably, you concluded that it was best if you left this house as quickly as possible. for yours and mattâs sake.
you step out of the shower with a towel wrapped snug against your body. your gaze swept the sparsely stocked bathroom, only to realize with dismay that you had forgotten to bring fresh clothes. hesitantly, you step across the floorboardsâinching your way towards the bathroom door shortly before turning the metal handle. you prayed that matt would still be in his room so that you could sneakily find a random t-shirt to throw over your head. luck wasnât on your side, though, as you didnât make it two steps out of the bathroom before colliding with mattâs solid chest. a pile of clothes fell to the ground as his hand flew to your hips, the heat of his fingertips seeping through the thin towel.
âi-iâm so sorry, i was just bringing you clothes.â matt panickedâbriskly removing his hands from your body. you felt so empty without his touch.
âitâs okay! and thank you. iâll go change.â you bend over and pick up the clothes scattered on the floor, your tits on full display for mattâs greedy eyes. matt stood immobileâpressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose and cursing underneath his breath once you ultimately shut the bathroom door behind you.
matt was fucking annoyed, annoyed at your goddamn innocence. after interrupting him while he was high in his roomâin the middle of pumping his fist over his cock, he opens the door to find you like that. your transparent clothes leaving nothing to his imagination. hell, he even saw your pretty nipples perk against your low-cut shirt, the lace along the top deliciously resting on the swell of your tits.
he couldnât help but escape to his room after sending you off to shower, slotting his bottom lip between his teeth and rubbing himself through his pants. heâd memorize all of the curves and divots along your bodyâenvisioning the warmth of your skin underneath his fingertips. matt had known about your twisted fantasies about him, but he also knew that it was so wrong. you were his kidâs babysitter for fucks sake. he always felt so guilty for getting hard any time you would come over in those cute little miniskirts that he could just flip up and fuck you in. heâd imagine how the thin fabric would bounce against your ass with every thrust and fuck. after having your tits pressed up against his chest, heâd almost pinned you to the wall and fucked you right there. he needed to kick you out immediately.
âmatt?â you call out from inside the bathroom, biting your nails nervously as you contemplate whether or not to leave the confines of the room. you hear a muffled hum from the other side of the door. heâs still there. you think for a moment, deciding to be bold and strip off the pajama pants. your feet seemed to act independently, driven by an impulse you couldn't resist. the door swung wide before your mind could catch up with your actions, and matt swore he almost creamed himself. you stood in front of him wearing nothing but a flimsy t-shirt. his t-shirt.
âthe pants didnât fit.â you lied and held up the plaid article of clothingâsauntering towards him and observing his changed expression, he looked pissed.
oh no. did you go too far?
âiâm sorry, you need to leave.â you could feel the uncomfortable chill of mattâs cold demeanor as his pierced gaze fell to the floor.
shit. you went too far.
âiâm so sorry, i shouldnât have done anything. iâm sorry if i made it weird-â you stumbled over your words, how could you have fucked up this bad? matt swiftly brushed his hands against your ownâcurling his fingertips over your wrists and holding them still.
âi need you to leave because if you stay here any longer, i donât think iâll be able to resist fucking you.â your mouth went dry, taken aback by his confession. his grip stayed tight on your wrist, the sweet scent of his cologne tempting you to just finally kiss him.
âwhat?â you whispered, fingers nervously toying with the hem of your t-shirt. matt sighed and looked away from you. he was embarrassed, trying to ignore your probing gaze.
âmatt, look at me," you softly instructed, gently grasping his jaw to turn his face towards yours. his frosty blue eyes met your own, cheeks and nose tinged with pink. he licked his lips nervously, the stubble on his chin brushing against your palm. âkiss me.â you whisper, warm breaths teasing each other, drawing you infinitely closer like an intoxicating drug.
his mouth hesitantly chased yours until you brushed your fingers through his hair and pulled him towards you, finally connecting your lips. his touch was gentle, almost like he wanted to be careful with you. yet, you wanted to breathe him inâlustfully addicted to the taste of his lips. his palms laid flat against the curvature of your back whilst your hands grabbed at his collar, pulling him flush against youâthe throbbing between your legs did anything but lesson with the close proximity.
matt had never before tasted something sweeter; your saccharine lips fit so perfectly against hisâhe was convinced that they were made for him to kiss and caress. his cock stirred in his pants for he could only wonder how divine your cunt would taste on his tongue. matt needed it all. he trailed his fingers up your front, pinning the fabric of his shirt over your tits. his fingertips dance across your skin as he detached his lips from yours.
âyou have no idea what you do to me.â
matt couldnât count how many times he had fisted his cock to the thought of you, sprawled out on his bed with beads of sweat dripping down his temple. he would think about your tits, how you would squeak cutely when he would pinch your nipples between his fingers. he would think about your pretty pink lips over his cockâyouâd be sitting obediently with teary eyes while heâd push a vibrator against your clit. youâd make him coat his abdomen in so much cum every fucking night. it was torture.
matt brings his hungry lips to your perked nipples. you sighed as his warm mouth engulfed you, digging his dull nails into your hips as he ground his own against you. your tits were just like how matt imagined they would be, round and full. although matt wouldnât lie and say that heâd never caught a glimpse beforeâhe couldnât help but stare fixedly at your tits every time your nipples would seep through your shirt, catching a hard on embarrassingly fast.
matt swirls your nipple in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth and releasing itâeventually pressing you against the kitchen wall as your hands scramble for his belt buckle. he hisses when your hand finally makes contact with his cock, relishing in the way your palm would rub against him.
âneed to taste you.â he pants feverishly, his hands claw at your hipsâthumbs dipping past the hem of your shirt.
âwill you get on the counter fâme?â you nod and grab his shoulders as he gently places you on the cold, marble countertop. matt inserts himself between your legs, his belt undone and his barely clothed cock dangerously close to your cunt. he leaves an open mouthed kiss down your neck, dragging his bottom lip against your skin before placing a gentle kiss behind your ear. he hooked his fingers onto your knees, pushing them apart gently.
finally, matt kneeled down, eye level with your pussy. he looked at your dripping cunt with wonder, blowing cool air onto your clit and studying the way you squirmed against the marble. matt held your eyes as he placed a tender kiss to your pussyâtonguing gently at your clit once he felt a little braver.
âmatt, stop teasing-â the words die on your tongue and you gasp for air, fingers pulling at his brunet locks as he prods his fingers at your enterance. your cunt sucked him in with easeâhis long fingers fucking deep into your pussy. matt wrapped his lips around your clit and cockily smirked against you. your hand swiftly gripped the edge of the counter until he placed his hand over yoursâgently intertwining your fingers while you arch your back in pleasure.
matt leaves one final kiss to your folds before leaning back and forcing your knee down with his left hand. he was locked in a trance, watching the way your pussy would gush every time his fingers would pump inside of you. his fingers rapidly disappeared past your folds as you cried out. your hands frailly clawed at his wrist, only to be swatted away while he kept his paceâeyes trained on your precious cunt.
âiâm gonna cum!â you gasp out, scratching the surface of the countertop as you saw stars. matt fingered you through your orgasm, curling his fingers deliciously. he pulled his fingers from your cunt and stood to his full heightâlicking them clean.
âcan i fuck you?â matt inquired, searching your eyes for an ounce of hesitance. you nodded, placing your hand at the nape of his neck.
âi need words, sweetheart.â he traced soothing patterns on your hips,
âyes matt, fill me up with your cum.â
thatâs all he needed as he greedily flipped you overâbending you against the cold surface. he hooked his fingers under your knee and pinned it to the table.
matt felt as if heâd been waiting his whole life for this, your body melted into his every touchâhe wanted this moment to be engraved into his brain.
matt spit on your pussy, licking his teeth in satisfaction as he watched it drip down your folds. he grabbed your hip with one hand, pushing it down against the countertop. the other hand gently stroked his sensitive cockâto say he was rock hard was an understatement. beads of pre-cum dribbled down his tip as he rubbed his cock against your folds. your slick combined with his spit allowed him to glide his dick along your pussy so easily. with one final brush along your pussy, he pressed his hips flush against you, cock buried to the hilt.
matt lazily tilted his head to the side, looking at you with hooded eyesâhe draws his hips back before snapping them forward, balls striking your clit in just the right way. he repeats the motion, this time his grip on your hip tightens as he pulls you against himâhis other hand snaking its way to your shoulder. you silently gasp as your pussy clenches around his cock. every single one of his thrusts were full, making sure that you felt every ridge and vein along his cock.
your ass jiggled with each powerful thrust of his hips, and matt observed how your pretty pussy started to spasm around himâhe trailed his eyes up your figure, watching you fall apart under his touch. matt bent over you, the soft muscles of his abdomen taut against your back. he caught your lips with his own, moaning into your mouth before finally stilling against youâhis warm cum filling you to the brim.
you gasped as matt pulled out of you, tenderly brushing your hair to the side to kiss your shoulder. you twisted your body and captured his lips in a kiss, grabbing his hair as another wave of want washed over you.
âwe shouldnât be doing this.â you sighed as you pulled him against your body.
âi knowâ he chuckles,
âbut youâre just too irresistible.â
a.n.
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Reasons
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x reader
Summary: Agatha wants to know why you wanted to go on the Road.
You knew you were in trouble when Agatha left the rest of the coven huddled around a fire and joined you in the forest area, away from prying ears.
You needed some peace and quiet. The trials were emotionally tasking. Risking your life day by day, doing things such as drinking poison and performing a song while fire raged around youâŚ
It was a lot.
But this was your life now.You knew full well what you were signing up for. Agatha had warned you, loud and clear.
The choice to come here was yours, and you would make it all over again if given a chance for what you wanted â what you needed â from the Road wasn't something easily attainable. You'd be damned if you were to give up now.
Some things were worth risking everything for.
"Y/N," Agatha said as she approached you, casual, hands in the pockets of her coat. Like she were on a walk in a park rather than a dangerous and deadly Road.
"Yeah?" You weren't really in the mood to talk, your batteries still low from the latest trial. It didn't help that you didn't feel fully at ease with the others. The kid was fine, but the other witches made you nervous. You didn't trust them. You didn't know them.
The only one you really knew was Agatha. Which was why you just stood there instead of moving away or feigning sleepiness as she walked over, something clearly on her mind. It paid off to have befriended her back in the day. It was by pure chance, an encounter neither one of you expected, but, in hindsight, you were both glad it had happened.
She had earned a listening ear, someone to confide in, who wouldn't judge her no matter what. Someone who would have her back even if the rest of the world were to turn against her.
You had earned a protector in a world that was dangerous for your kind.
"We need to talk," Agatha said. Her tone didn't reveal much; you didn't know what to expect.
You turned to her. "Is everything okay?"
"Everything's peachy."
"Is Jen talking shit about you again? My offer to punch her in the face still stands," you said. You'd nearly done so a couple days back, but Agatha had held you back. She could handle Jen, she'd said. Her words had meant nothing to her.
It didn't make hearing lies and slander about your friend feel any better, but if she said she was okay, then that was that. Agatha was centuries old; much older than you. She may have been powerless now, but she could still hold her own. She'd heard worse. She'd lived through worse. Some random witch's petty insults didn't bother her.
Agatha chuckled. "Jen is⌠Jen. But no, she hasn't said anything."
"Then what's up?"
"I need to ask you something."
"Why do I feel like I'm about to be interrogated?" you said, nervous. You forced a smile. "Are you back in your true crime mode? Are you gonna manhandle me until I confess?"
"That's cute," Agatha said, rolling her eyes, prompting you to laugh.
If you'd known Wanda Maximoff had cast a spell on her, you would have come and gotten her out of it sooner â or tried to, at the very least. That was the thing about friendships that lasted for centuries; a lot of time was spent apart. It wasn't unusual for one of you to disappear for a few years and then pop back into the other's life. You missed her when she was gone, of course you did, but she had her life, and you had yours.
It was only when she'd showed up at your door with Teen in tow that you'd finally found out why she'd gone radio silent for three years. And, much to your disappointment, the witch who'd done it to her was dead, so you couldn't even punch her for it, or call her a bitch to her face.
Such was life.
"What are you doing here?" Agatha asked.
"What do you mean?" you said, taken aback.
"On the Road," she clarified. "Why are you here?"
Because you wanted something you could never have without it. Simple as that. "You asked me to come."
"No, I didn't. I told you I was going. You demanded I take you with me."
Right. You'd hoped that little detail would slip by her. You should've known by now she kept track of everything; her mind was as sharp as her magic.
"I haven't seen you in three years," you said, hoping that would be enough of an explanation. "I wanted to hang out with you. And, like, maybe get some more power along the way."
"Anyone ever tell you you're a shitty liar?"
Yes. She did. Multiple times in the past. Which was why, whenever the two of you needed to swindle someone â for whatever reason â she was the one doing the talking and you just nodded along and smiled.
"You did."
"Yes," Agatha said. "I did. Because you are."
You sighed. "What do you want me to say?"
"The truth."
"There's nothing to say."
There was a lot, actually, but you didn't dare open up that particular can of worms. Once it was said, it could never be taken back. So why say anything at all?
"Oh, is there?" Agatha said sarcastically.
"Don't do that," you said.
She raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"
Because you're my friend. Because I don't want to ruin this. "Because I'm asking you not to. That used to mean something."
"It still does." Her voice was soft. Tender. Gone was the sarcasm, the defensive sharpness. It was just her now. Your friend.
"Then why are you asking?"
"Because I want to know."
"Leave it alone." You knew she wouldn't. She never did.
"Y/N," Agatha said, your name but a whisper on her lips.
You sighed. Was she really going to do this now? Why couldn't she just take you at your word and put up with a little white lie? Why did she have to be so damn stubborn?
"Why did you want to come here?" She wasn't demanding. She wasn't prodding. She was just asking.
She knew you couldn't resist her for too long.
The perks of allowing Agatha Harkness to be your close friend. She knew you too well for your own good.
A lump formed in your throat. Heat bit at the back of your neck like a curse about to swallow you whole. Your heart raced, a marathon booming in your chest.
There was a silence, long, drawn out. Then, in your quietest, softest voice, you said, "You know why."
She always did.
She always knew everything.
Secrets weren't secrets for long around Agatha Harkness.
You tried to tell yourself that you were being careful, that your emotions were in check at all times, but the truth was, your poker face was worse than your lying skills. You just pretended you were doing a good job, and Agatha went along with it.
To her credit, she never tried to take advantage. She never made fun of you for it, or played games. The deal was friendship, and that's what she gave you. Nothing more, and nothing less.
"I want to hear it from you."
A tear slid from the corner of your eye. Your cheek burned like a fireplace. Your mouth trembled, holding the words back, wanting to keep them trapped forever. But what would be the point, really? The truth was bound to come out eventually.
The truth had been out for a long time, written all over your face. A big, scarlet letter for all the world to know how you really felt. What you really wanted, but never felt like you could have.
"You." It felt almost freeing to say it out loud, as if a weight had been lifted off your chest, allowing you to breathe in a way you hadn't for years. "I came here because I want you."
Really, what else could you have possibly wanted? You were satisfied with the power you had. You got by. Your life wasn't in danger. There was nothing for you to ask for, that you didn't already have.
Except for one thing you thought â you knew â was unattainable.
Agatha Harkness. One of the most powerful witches you'd ever gotten to know. Rumored to be cruel and ruthless, heartless. A remorseless monster. A serial killer of witches. Your best â and only â friend. The love of your life.
"Go on," you said after a few moments of silence. "Make fun of me."
"Now, why would I do that?" Agatha asked, appalled at the suggestion. Offended for sbe thought you knew her better than that.
Which was exactly why you were so afraid. She hid her feelings expertly. Rather than admit vulnerability, she preferred to go on the offensive. A scorpion stinging with its venom where it hurt the most. She cared about you, and she trusted you, but there was no telling how she would react to something like this out in the open.
You saw how she treated people. You watched her murder witch after witch and discard the bodies as if they were nothing. You watch her climb over others to prop herself up, to rise to the top.
What was to stop her from doing the same to you?
What made you so different?
Why had she never treated you any different than one would a friend? Why had she always had your back, without you even having to ask? Why had she taken lives â many, many lives â to save yours?
Why did she trust you with her story, with memories of her son and the failed romance with Rio?
Why did she feel comfortable to bare her soul to you and let the tears flow freely, a salty river down her face each and every time she revealed a piece of her history?
"I justâŚ" You were nervous. You were scared. You wanted to die.
"You know, honey, you didn't have to be so dramatic about it," Agatha said, perking up. Teasing you like she usually did; a bit mean, but with no real malice behind it. Playful. A cat throwing around a mouse it had caught. "You went on the Road to score a date? Really?"
It wasn't really a date you were after, but her point stood.
You were stupid.
This was a stupid idea, and it had backfired, and now she was going to mock you for it until the day one of you died.
"You do know all you had to do was ask, right?" she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
You snorted. "Yeah, right. Like you'd ever give me the time of day."
Agatha pressed her hands to her hips, elbows sticking out. "Who's to say I wouldn't?"
Now she was definitely taking the piss. "Come on," you said, putting on your fakest smile you knew would never fool her. "You're this amazing, badass, smoking hot witch."
She preened at the compliments. The surefire way to feel heart. She was nothing if not an attention whore.
"You-you're everything." Your everything, and more. So much more. "And I'm a nobody."
"Don't you ever say that," Agatha said in her stern, no nonsense tone. No more Mrs. Nice Girl. All daggers and sharp edges. She grabbed you by the shoulders, fingers digging in, and looked into sour eyes so intently it sent chills down your spine. "Don't you ever think you're a nobody."
"Everyone else thinks that," you said quietly.
It was obvious the others didn't think much of you. You could see it on their faces; the lack of respect, the underestimation. Jen had called you Agatha's pitbull to your face.
That was all you were to them. A pathetic witch whose only purpose was to speak up for Agatha. She may have joked about Teen being her pet, but it was clear to them all that that was your job. Agatha's witch familiar who was hopelessly in love with her and barked â but never bit â at every perceived slight against her.
"Who cares what they think?" Agatha said. "You're an exceptional witch, Y/N. They are nobodies."
"You're only saying that to make me feel better."
"Does that sound like something I'd do?"
No. It did not. She might use those words to manipulate some poor, unfortunate soul, but not you. Never you.
She always said it to you like it was.
"I mean, you do like to manipulate people," you joked. "And you lie better than I do."
Agatha rolled her eyes. "Everyone lies better than you do."
"True." There was no denying that.
She sighed, exasperated. "You really are an idiot."
And then her mouth was on yours, and she was kissing you, and your entire world exploded into fireworks and sparks and electricity, and, for a few short moments, you weren't in a dirty, creepy forest but rather somewhere warm and welcoming, and you never wanted to leave.
Agatha was everything you had imagined, and much, much more. Fire and ice all in one. Sugar and spice and everything nice and cozy and so fucking delicious.
Hers was the taste you never wanted to give up.
She tried to lean her head back, to take a break for breath, but you grabbed her chin and kissed her again, and again, and again. Hunger like you'd never felt before overtook you. Your nerves were on fire, legs weak underneath you, but you held on, forced yourself to remain standing. To remain kissing her for you never knew when you would get another chance.
If you would get another chance.
"Honey, I may be immortal, but I still need to breathe," Agatha said with a chuckle, right against your lips. Playful. Teasing.
Deciding it was enough, you backed away. Your lips were swollen, tingling. The taste of her, all of her, still on them, lingering like a ghost of your past. Forever imprinted on your mouth, a tattoo you hoped would never fade. You never wanted to lose it. Never wanted to forget what it felt like to be kissing her.
"Sorry," you said, blushing, nervous to hell and back.
Agatha looked you in the eye once again with the same fire as earlier. "Never apologize for taking what you want. You're a witch. The world is yours for the taking."
"I don't want the world," you said. "I just want you."
"Done." She said it so casually, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
You didn't buy it.
You quirked up an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Really."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
"You knew I wasâŚ" Completely and totally in love with her. "...into you."
"You have a tell," she said simply. She always could read people like an open book.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because I wanted you to ask for it."
"But why?"
Agatha sighed. "Y/N, what is it that I've been teaching you since the moment we met?"
"Fuck the rules?"
She nodded. "Fuck the rules."
"To be unapologetically me," you said.
"Because�" she prompted.
"I'm a witch, and I've got nothing to be ashamed of. If I fuck up, that's fine. Shit happens. There's nothing that can't be fixed with a little bit of magic."
Agatha grinned, brimming with pride. "That's my girl."
That's what you really were now. Her girl.
A part of you wanted to pinch yourself to make sure that this was real. That it wasn't some dream or a hallucination the Road had inflicted on you as part of some fucked up trial.
The other part wanted to wrap her in your arms and never let go.
"Can I kiss you again?" you said, uncertain. Still not used to this new situation you'd gotten yourself into.
"You don't even have to ask," Agatha told you.
So you went for it. You kissed her. Once. Twice. Three times.
An infinite amount of times.
Later on, when it came time to get some shut eye, you kissed her goodnight, and she wrapped her arms around you. A protective cocoon, warm and safe.
And, in the morning, she was the one to wake you with a kiss of her own.
It was only fair.
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beach day | spencer reid x fem!reader part 2
part 1
warnings: heated kissing!!! slightly suggestive.
word count: 1.2k
a/n: here is part 2!! hope you all enjoy, thank you for the support and 200+ followers!! reblogs & comments appreciated !!
the sun was at its highest point, casting burning rays down onto the white sand. you and garcia were splashing around, emily and jj had run off to look for seashells and derek was building a mega sandcastle with jack while hotch and spencer were sat by everyoneâs bags.
âiâm getting a little cold now y/n, im getting out to warm up.â garcia announced as she began to wade back out of the water, you decided that it would probably be a good idea to take a break maybe get a drink to rehydrate, so you followed the blonde back to the towels.
âhonestly hotch the water is perfect are you sure you donât want to come for a swim?â you grinned as you walked back.
âi think iâm good here.â he mumbled, smoothing down the hawaiian print shirt that adorned his tall figure.
âwell in that case- lets get ice cream.â penelope chirped, as he dried herself off putting on a violently floral beach coverup over her swimsuit.
âice cream!â jack came running back, practically leaping onto his dad, covering them both in sand.
âwell thatâs one way to summon a five year old.â you laughed.
hotch sent you a joking glare before picking jack up. âyeah lets get some ice cream.â he agreed passively.
âmorgan, ice cream lets go hotch is buying!â penelope yelled to derek who was now two feet deep in a hole he was digging.
âwh- i never said��fine.â hotch shook his head in disapproval as he walked away, jack still in his arms, with penelope and derek in tow.
âget me my favourite!â you yelled out as they left, earning a dismissive wave from hotch.
you turned to face spencer, who had now picked up your towel and was using it to block his legs from the sun. his face was buried in his book, with only a few pages remaining.
âcan i use my towel, spence.â you smiled sweetly once his doe eyes met yours.
your two piece clung to your body, saturated in sea water. little droplets of water trickled down your bare skin, spencerâs intense stare watching as they connected to each other and fell from your figure.
he cleared his throat before speaking, âi-uh yeah here.â he quickly pass your towel to you, your finger briefly skimming over his causing heat to rise in your cheeks.
you towel dried your hair, wringing your salty locks out.
spencer closed his book, setting it down on the blue cooler to his right. he eyed you, as you began to pat your torso dry, wrapping the towel around yourself, over your two piece, like you had just stepped out of the shower.
âwhen did you last put suncream on?â you questioned, flicking your hair off of your shoulders.
âi donât know- maybe four hours ago.â spencer pondered.
you gasped loudly in a playful manner, immediately diving into your beach bag and pulling out your trusted factor 30 suncream.
âi- y/n i think iâm fine.â
âyouâre supposed to reapply every two hours- you should know this.â you muttered, shuffling towards spencerâs seated figure.
spencer let out a small groan, although secretly he thought it was cute how concerned you were.
âstand up please.â
âiâm not moving.â a smug smile resting on his face, he wanted to test how serious you were about the application of suncream, surely youâd give up.
you let out a prolonged exhale, dispensing suncream onto your hand.
âyou gave me no choice!â you exclaimed, climbing onto the beach chair. spencerâs eyes widened as you practically straddled the man, one leg resting over either side of his lap.
you pushed back his hair with one hand, gently applying the cream to his face with the other. his face burning at your close proximity, he was staring directly and your towel clad form.
once you finished applying it to his face, you reached for the bottle again, you moved down to his neck, then to his arms. at this stage spencer was compliant, doing whatever you needed of him.
âgive me your arm.â you muttered, taking his forearm and rubbing in the cream on any visible skin. spencer stirred as you shifted your weight to one side, getting comfortable on his lap.
spencer knew you were a confident person, it reflected in your work on the field, but he never expected you to go this far.
âi know youâre enjoying this.â you joked, your small laugh ringing in his ears.
âs-shut up. i say you couldnât wait to get your hands on me.â he rebutted your remark, and now it was your turn for your face to flush.
âso what if i didâŚâ you mumbled, taking his other arm in your hand. spencerâs eyebrows furrowed as he tried to read your expression, he wasnât certain if you meant it. so he decided to find out.
âis that why you wanted my hands all over you?â he questioned. it was a bold move, even for spencer, he couldnât quite believe those words came from him.
this caught you off guard, you dropped spencerâs arm and stared at him, his hazel eyes stared back with intensity.
âand what if i said yes, dr.reid?â you replied, chewing your bottom lip waiting for his reply.
spencer lifted his dominant hand, slipping it under your towel to rest on your waist. you breath hitched in your throat as his warm hand came in contact with your chilled skin.
âmaybe you need a top up.â he mumbled, his grasp on you not faltering.
you studied him, the fresh layer of suncream on his facing causing his skin to glow from the few rays of sun that managed to shine through the gaps of the umbrella.
your hold on the bottle of suncream loosened causing it to fall into the sand below. you brought your right hand up to his face, resting it against jaw as you smoothed your thumb over cheek.
he gave you a small smile, embracing your hold. you reluctantly leaned closer, shifting your position on him. spencer could tell what you were doing, quickly closing the gap between you and pressing his lips to yours.
it was gentle at first, a soft brush that sent shivers down spencerâs spine. you immediately brought your other hand up, running in through his hair. spencerâs grip on your waist tightened, as he brought his other to rest on your thigh.
you shuddered at his touch, your beach towel slipping away from your torso and pooling by your hips. spencer deepened the kiss, as you leaned forward, pressing your body against his. you kissed back hungrily, trailing your hands to cup his face.
spencer pulled away, taking in your features. your eyelids were heavy, your lips slightly swollen. a grin spread across his face as you leaned back in pressing a kiss to your jaw, then to below your ear.
âspence?-â you breathed out, resting your arms around his shoulders as he continued peppering kisses along your neck before returning to your lips. spencer had wanted to kiss you for months, and now it was finally happening, he wanted to savour every moment.
his lips were soft, his kiss much more tentative this time, spencerâs hands tracing over your figure.
you both pulled back to gaze at one another, heavy breaths slipping from your lips. you could practically feel the heat radiating off of spencer. you both sat for a moment, in silence, taking in what had just happened.
âwill you go for a swim with me now?â you questioned.
âi think iâll need to after that..â
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Hockey!Azriel x Figure Skater!Reader
Summary:Â You're running late from practice and the women's showers are out of order. In your haste to make it to class, you utilize the men's locker room while they're on the ice, only to find out that their practice has been cut short as well...
Warnings: Smut (oral, m receiving). Steamy (haha, get it?).
Word Count: 3003
Notes: This would prob never happen but itâs my world and youâre all living in it đ
Belongs to the Shut Out & Penance world
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âShit, shit, shit,â you mutter, staring at the sign hanging over the showers in the womenâs locker room. It reads Closed for Maintenance. Youâve completely forgotten that the showers werenât going to be in working order this week. You hadnât been paying too close attention when your figure skating coach told you about it before the weekend hit, still too stunned thinking about Azriel when youâd run into him on your way to where all the coachesâ offices are housed.Â
It hasnât been a great start to the week. Your alarm went off late, you spilled the horrible coffee youâd managed to make whilst brushing your teethâno harm thereâand you split your leggings after a tumble on the ice. Now, youâre going to be doubly late for class because Coach Vanserra had wanted to talk to you about your routine after practice.
And now this.
Clicking your phone on, you check the time. Yup. You only have fifteen minutes to make your way across campus to class, and youâve only just stopped sweating from the vigorous run-throughs of the jump you fell on during practice this morning. Anything to get the routine perfect, even if it did mean receiving a few cutting glares from the hockey players who were loitering around for their own practice. The chain reaction of you being late meant that the Zamboni flooded the ice late which meant that hockey practice started late.
Late, late, late.
You would totally skip class too, if it werenât the one that you were struggling the most in. The Teaching Assistant even allowed you to meet with her before class today to go over the outline of your mid-term, and you really need to do well on it.
âWhat do I do, what do I do?â you wonder aloud, staring at the bright neon sign. You donât have enough time to make it home, butâyou groan as the idea pops into your head.Â
The menâs locker room.
There are showers in there. Ones that probably work, too.Â
Fuck, you really donât want to do this.Â
But you have no choice, youâre not spending the day walking around classes a filthy mess or smelling like sweat.
You duck out the door with your things, your bag slung over your shoulder, towel draped over your arm. Your shoes are clutched in your free hand as you duck your head, walking faster. Passing the rink just to make sure the hockey team is still out on the ice, you exhale softly, only allowing yourself a fleeting look at sex on skates.
Azriel is fast. Probably one of the fastest forwards on the team. He slides across the arena with a grace that rivals your own, and youâre impressed. Maybe heâs taken a few figure skating classes of his own. If only you could ask.
Quickly, you make sure that the coast is clear before ducking into the menâs locker room. It doesnât look much different from the womenâs locker rooms, with added urinals. Itâs muggy even though itâs early, from the male figure skaters taking showers of their own. Thereâs a lingering scent of stale sweat in the air that makes your nose wrinkle, but you can push through that if it means you get the shower you so desperately need.
You halt, listening for any noise. Nothing. The locker room is perfectly empty.
You hustle to the back of the room where the showers are located, claiming the one furthest from the door. If someone does come inside, they likely wonât take up the empty shower next to you. Something about bro code and urinals, Cassian once mentioned. You pray that it applies to showers, too.
The walls separating each shower come up to your shoulders, and thereâs a pair of swinging doors that keep the area enclosed. The water pressure is incredible, much better than in the womenâs showers, and you groan as you step under the hot spray. Your towel is hung on the rack, your bag the furthest from the water as you can manage without getting it wet or being seen by anyone that might come your way.
You scrub your hair quickly, and when you turn around to wash the shampoo out, your eyes connect with a very familiarâand very heatedâpair of hazel ones.
Azriel.
Holy fuck, this canât be happening right now. His dark hair is damp with sweat, clinging to his perfectly tan skin. Heâs sans shirt, and when your gaze quickly flicks to below the door, notice that heâs not wearing any pants, either.
Your heart pounds in your chest. Heâs not supposed to be in here. Youâre not supposed to be in here.
âWhat are you doing in here?â You exclaim, voice pitching high with your nerves. You slap your arms across your chest, even though you know heâs gotten an eyeful of your breasts from his vantage point, way taller than where the doors end.
âWhat are you doing in here?â He bites back, and the roughness of his voice makes the warmth pounding against your back converge between your legs. Fuck, heâs so attractive. His throat works around a harsh swallow, and you have to clamp your legs together stifle the throbbing.
Azriel watches you shift on your feet uneasily. Tracks you with his dark gaze like youâre a trapped animal and heâs about to pounce.
You kind of like this look on him.
âThe womenâs showers are out of order and Iâm late for class,â you hastily reply, cheeks burning bright. You donât know why heâs in here or if the rest of the team is seconds from following, but you need to get the fuck out of here right now, go bury your head in your pillow and potentially never return to the ice rink ever again.
This is utterly humiliating.
Azriel opens his mouth to respond, but before he can, raucous laughter and crude jokes fill the space as the rest of the team enter the locker room. Your heart falls to the floor, swirling around with the soap thatâs still running from your hair, and slipping down the drain.
Before you can protest, Azrielâs shoving himself inside of the stall with you, uncaring that youâre completely naked and shouldnât be here. He presses himself up against you and you slip, but heâs righting you, pulling you into his chest where you can feel how very interested he is in this debacle.
âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing?â You exclaim, and itâs hard to keep your voice from shouting frantically like you want to.
The air becomes a thousand times hotter. You can barely breathe with him pressed up against you like this, turning the both of you and hiding you from the view of his teammates. Your heart still races in your chest, both because your fucking crush is pressing his naked torso up against yours and with the fear that one of his teammates will take notice.
âItâs either I see you naked, or the entire team does,â he whispers, huskily. âAnd no way in hell am I letting that fucking happen.â He growls and something like pleasure skitters down your spine.
You swallow roughly, âGood call.â
âPractice ended early,â He tacks on, answering your previous question.
âI gathered,â you breathe, but it holds none of the heat that it normally does when you talk to any of the hockey players. Especially Cassian. âYou were out there for like, five minutes,â you whisper-shout. You can feel how red your cheeks are, and while this may be mortifying, Azrielâs hard cock pressed into your stomach only adds to your already heightened emotions.
You wonder what heâd do if you got down on your knees right now.
âItâs been an hour,â he responds, and you hold your breath when the water of another shower turns on. Azriel drags you under the spray with him, making it look to his teammates that heâs showering instead of hiding the figure skater theyâve been arguing with for ice time all semester. âCoach wanted to keep us loose for the weekend. Weâre supposed to change and watch film.â
Fuck, maybe you were staring for longer than you thought.
You canât focus. Your entire mind needs rewiring because all you can think about right now is how Azrielâs bare skin is touching yours. How he towers over you, how heâs staring down at you with a heat that rivals a thousand wildfires. Actually, heâs staring a little south of your eyes, right at yourâ
âHey,â you snap softly. Your arms are still tucked tightly over your chest, and you hope youâre not experiencing a nip-slip right now. âEyes up here, asshole.â
Azrielâs smile nearly makes you slip.
âCanât help myself,â he defends, and this is the most animated youâve ever seen him. Out on the ice heâs all broody and serious, head strictly in the game. Itâs hot, but this side of him, cheeky and smug, might even be hotter. âYouâre fucking gorgeous. Can you feel how hard you make me, baby?â
Gods, if he doesnât shut up right now, youâre probably going to do something youâll regret later, like grab his hand and slide it right between yourâ
âDude,â Cassianâs voice bellows and you duck closer into Azrielâs chest. Each ridge of his impressive muscles contract as he freezes up and despite your heart feeling like itâs about to pound out of your chest, you can admit that this is thrilling. The thought of being caught in here, surrounded by built hockey players, naked with Azriel, makes your core twist with pleasure. âSince when do you have a pink towel?â
You wince. Of course, he can see where the towel is hung on the rack, the dude is massive.
 Azriel lies easily, âYeah, some chick left it over at my place and I brough it to return to her later.â It sounds like something heâs done before. A bite of jealousy hits you hot and harsh at the thought of him doing this with anyone else.
You clench your jaw, but as if he can feel the way you tense, his large hands come to rest on your hips, soothing across your skin. Fucking fuck.
âUsed? Nice one, Azzy,â Cassian laughs and nothing more is said while he returns to his own shower.
Azriel eases slightly, the motion making his abs relax. You want to lean forward and lick over them, but now is nor the time nor the place.
You really need to get the fuck out of here.
Thereâs no way in hell that youâre going to make it to class, dammit.
You hear more showers turn on, and Azriel removes his hands from your hips to reach behind you for the soap you have on the shelf. You watch him as he squeezes some of the shampoo into his hands before scrubbing them through his black hair. Heâs like a fucking dream come true, and his cock still hasnât gone down from where itâs pinned between the both of you, only the thin fabric of his boxers keeping you and it from meeting.
A droplet of soap falls onto your face, and you flinch, but donât move. Youâre not sure if you can, because your limbs are seized up with nerves. Youâre not sure you want to.
Azriel rinses his hands off, slowly bringing them to your face. He wipes the droplet away with his knuckle and the feeling goes straight to your core.
âAzriel,â you breathe, but are promptly interrupted for a second time.
âHey, man.â Itâs Rhys. âYou ready to kick the Sea Lionâs asses this weekend?â The water turns on in the shower directly next to you and in your haste to shuffle closer to Azriel, your arm brushes up against his cock and his hands fly out, gripping you firmly to keep you from squirming.
Oh. Heâs enjoying being in this shower with you as much as you are.
A smirk makes its way onto your face that makes Azrielâs glorious hazel eyes narrow in distrust.
Reaching carefully behind you, you snag the bottle of conditioner from the rack and press it softly into his hand. His brows furrow in confusion as he answers his team captain. âYeah, dude, Tarquin and his team donât stand a fucking chance.â He almost chokes when you slide down to your knees in front of him.
âDamn straight,â Rhys says, while Azriel pleads you with his eyes. Youâre not sure if he wants you to stop or keep going, but you hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tug anyway.
His cock springs from its confines and the bottle in Azrielâs hand drops, ringing loudly against the floor.
âShit,â he says, but itâs tight in his throat, like he canât even get the words out. If someone catches on, heâs screwed.
He leans down to pick up the conditioner bottle and you frown as his cock is pulled from eye-level.
âWhat do you think youâre doing, pretty girl?â
You lean in close, sliding your hands up his muscular arms, enjoying the way his thick, dark eyelashes flutter under your touch. âJust enjoy, Azriel,â you whisper, your breath casting over his lips. He could grab you by the back of your head and tug you into the kiss heâs been wanting to since the first day you showed up at the rink, snarking at the team for going over their time. His cock jumps at the thought of those pursed lips wrapped around his cock. âAnd wash my hair while youâre at it.â
âFuck,â he groans softly, but you pull away before he can rock into you and claim your mouth. Heâs been crouched down for too long, anyway, so he rips himself from you, pushing to his feet.
âWhat do you think about Tarquin?â you hear Rhys ask, but youâre already reaching forward, taking Azriel in your hand. He jerks immediately and when you look up at him, heâs already shooting you an apologetic look, and then another that tells you he isnât going to last very long.
You like the idea of that. Having this power over him.
Heâs hard and smooth in your hand. You watch eagerly as a bead of precum drips from the tip, but itâs washed away by the water still cascading down his body, to your disappointment. If youâre going to be waterboarded, youâre thankful that this is how itâs going to go.
Azrielâs response is choked when you finally wrap your lips around the head of his cock, teasing his slit with the tip of your tongue. The flavor of him bursts on your tongue as another drop of precum follows, and you almost moan before remembering where you are. To keep the noise from coming out, you sink further onto his cock, cutting off your airflow.
âHeâs good, but heâs no match for Bloodshed over there,â Azriel answers, and his hand falls to your head, fingers burying into your hair. You can feel the cold of the conditioner and if you werenât enjoying yourself too much by bobbing your mouth up and down his cock, youâd be worried about the amount heâs using.
âYeah,â Rhys says. âTheir goalie is decent, but our offense is better.â
Azriel hums in response and his other hand finds your face, cupping it and guiding you just the way that he likes.
You take advantage of his help, lathing your tongue across any skin that you can find, reveling in the feeling of it all. Your legs are clenched so tightly together, your clit aching for release. Youâre on edge, but youâre terrified of making any noise. You really canât be found in the menâs locker room like this. Â
âDudeâŚâ Rhys trails off, and the suspicion in his voice makes you falter, but Azrielâs still guiding your head, trying not to fully say fuck it and jerk his cock as deep as he can go. âAre you fucking jacking off right now?â
âYeah,â Az answers, because he doesnât give a fuck anymore. Heâs still going to protect you, but his hips are moving, his tip hitting the back of your throat but not pushing any further, so you donât choke. âSo, if youâd kindly fuck off, thatâd be ace. Weâll talk at film. Tell coach Iâll be late.â
Rhysandâs answering chuckle rings throughout the stalls when he cuts the water from his shower. âEnough said, Az. Youâre fucking sick, but Iâm out.â
As soon as Rhysandâs out the door, Azrielâs picking up his pace, gasping out that heâs going to release and trying to pry you off his cock like the gentleman he is.
Too bad you want his cum in your mouth.
You curl your fingers into the meat of his thighs, urging him to stay inside.
âFuck, baby, youâre fucking perfect,â he groans before he releases himself. Heâs all heady and musky, and you swallow him greedily, not letting a single drop escape. Gods, you need to stop acting like this, but around Azriel, you canât help yourself.
He helps you to your feet and ducks down to capture your lips in a heated, desperate kiss. Your hands find his hair, clutching to him as his tongue traces the seam of your lips, silently asking for permission. You grant it to him, and the kiss turns hot and needy, like heâs been wanting this for a long as you have.
Youâre breathless when he pulls away, chest heaving, but your gaze stays locked on his, especially when he sinks to his own knees.
âWhat are you doing?â you pant, planting your hands on his shoulders, your nails digging deliciously into his skin.
âReturning the favor,â he says, like itâs the simplest answer in the world. He taps the inside of your tingling thighs. âWhy do you think I told Rhys to tell coach that Iâm going to be late? Câmon, pretty girl, open these legs for me.â
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