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To counterbalance the sadness of that post I reblogged here's some positivity that hit me this evening: like someone said in the notes, I get to decide who I am now, and I get to do what I want and chase my dreams. And that's cool
#no because look. i'm going to the uk next year (!!!!!!!!) and after that i'll have more Things to do#notably i want to adopt a cat once i've got a flat for myself and i can take care of a little buddy#this - like studying a year abroad - has been a 'dream' for so long i can't remember when it occured to me that i wanted it#it feels to me that i've always wanted to go study a year in the uk and i've always wanted to adopt a cat#there are very few things i Want that way#i never envisioned myself with a partner. i didn't have a dream job. i just want to live in my city with a cat.#that's what i saw when i imagined my future. not art not a boyfriend not a specific job. just.... me in my city with my flat and a cat.#and when i started changing my future to include Him well that went away#i thought that that vision was silly anyway and as i was Maturing (i was 13) i was developing new life plans#ie living with him ?? somewhere ?? after uni ?? in a house in the countryside ???#no year abroad when i was Old Enough because that would cut our time together short. no cat unless he wanted one too.#no living in my city because he didn't like it and that's no place to raise children#(nevermind i didn't want children - i was 14 and i had time to grow into that. like i had time to grow attracted to him. Yeah.)#but it's been three years now. i think the three year anniversary came a few days ago and i forgot it?#oh. it's. it's tomorrow. the - well technically we're the 21st and most of it happened on the 21st but. last message was the 22nd.#well. i know when to buy myself an ice cream#three years.....#and in those three years i've learnt more about myself and i just realised.#i'm going to the uk next year. i'm doing it. it's HAPPENING. i'm not giving up on my dreams anymore!#yeah they're vague silly idealised dreams and they're not even dreams. but.#i want things for myself and i will get them. i'm going to the uk next year. i'm going.#and when i come back i'll stay with my parents if i want and when i have the money i'll find a flat in my city and get a cat.#no more limiting myself for a guy who's not even worth it. no more refusing opportunities for someone else.#no more deferring to someone for decisions big or small on what i do with my life. it's MINE.#it's strange and scary and freeing. it's been three years.#if you've read all this was extremely personal so. enjoy knowing me and don't mention it unless we are FiancĂŠ.es#in which case at some point you are going to know so many details about that guy at some point anyway#that's what marriage is for <3#okay going to try to sleep now. bye bye#wow i have a ramble tag now
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#incurable yap disease#i wonder if theres a medicine that makes people shut up bc surely i need it. i just feel bad for talking a lot idk but ig i just wanna#i wanna eat/drink something but i dont know what#maybe i want an ice cream#popsicle stick#if i go to 711 i will probably buy alcohol lol#i had bamboo soup and baozi for lunch today#wasnt that much but im not hungry rn#bored#im currently reading âthe myth of sisyphusâ by camus#its pretty dense for me i gotta say. although a lot of it so far does resonate very much#i also cant help but compare many points to some basic buddhist#concepts. For example suffering being an inescapable fact of the indifferent universe and the âwearinessâ or ŕ¸ŕ¸§ŕ¸˛ŕ¸Ąŕšŕ¸ŕ¸ˇŕšŕ¸ŕ¸Ťŕ¸ŕšŕ¸˛ŕ¸˘ that arises#in rare moments of clarity#philosophy is kind of a lot to get into but i drive myself crazy by thinking so much anyway may as well give my brain actual substance yk#honestly it just feels like my thoughts are sludge these days#horrible mixture of unidentifiable shapes and liquids#ie egotistical angstlord nonsense and brainrot internet memes#there is nothing worthwhile or interesting in my head so i am not a worthwhile or interesting person when u really get down to it#i read a quote recently somewhere; how u spend ur day is how u spend u life#theres gotta be something more than this state of non-oblivion#if i die right now#well no thanks to me but ive had a pretty good life. so i wouldnât say it was all wasted#but i just dream of something more. existence at another level#something more purposeful#man i got a stomachache maybe i am hungry#watch me say all this then change nothing
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I have to get over this weird guilt of spending money on food.
#like paying bills hurts especially when these mfs increasing shit#but i feel like throwing up from buying groceries when there's nothing in my fridge but condiments and cheap ice cream#and like half my mind is like 'you're spending more than usual stop it'#and i have to remind myself 'yes because you're buying more food than usual so you don't have to call for a ride back to store sooner'#as well as buying paper towels and trash bags. no shit it's gonna cost more#i don't know if i can handle all this. i wish i could rewind
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⥠enhypen and things their s/o does to annoy them âĄ
//slightly suggestive in some parts. please enjoy đ¤
heeseung - weird petnames
it started as a dumb joke at first
he was saying something and you grinned, replying with a "yes daddy"
AND THE LOOK ON HIS FACE
you never saw him this disgusted
so your plan was clear: use the nickname the entire night
maybe he wouldn't have minded so much if his friends weren't around while you did it... oh well đ¤
he didn't even know your voice could get so whiny
would have dragged you away right then if his friends didn't already have the most annoying grins on their faces
after a while he finally has enough since you just won't stop
so he decides to just play along with it
he goes all in: a hand on your thigh, a "thank you baby" whispered in your ear
he never saw you shutting up this quickly
and the blush on your face?
it was definitely worth it
jay - babying him
this man is so used to babying you
so when you suddenly baby him in return he doesn't know how to react
this just feels wrong to him
he decides to ignore it - maybe it was just an accident
but you just keep doing it, calling him baby and talking in your cute voice
and you're doing it in front of his friends too
so he gets fed UP
he tries being calm at first, he really does
calling you baby too, trying to put you back in your place
but you just won't stop
so finally he's had enough
as soon as you start babying him again he has you on his lap, your arms wrapped around your body to keep you in place
jay's holding onto you, head resting on yours to show you who's the baby
not that you mind though - cuddles are exactly what you wanted all along
jake - not letting him spoil you
jake loves spoiling people. especially you
and normally you don't complain, but you also don't want him to go broke for you
so this time you decided to not comply
"i can buy it myself, don't worry" "why would you do that?"
jake is genuinely confused, silence spreading around the store
he keeps trying it a few times after but you always refuse, telling him you can just buy it yourself
so the case is clear to him
you must not love him anymore
once that thought has come up he gets so pouty
on the one hand you find it funny that he gets sulky over something as simple as this
but on the other hand... he looks genuinely upset and insecure and you feel bad
so you decide to cheer him up and offer to buy him something
but that leaves jake conflicted
because yay, he gets spoiled by his favorite person, but also it should be him spoiling you
he does not know how to react
you eventually give in and let him buy you stuff
and he gets so happy and excited again
you just decide to spoil him with kisses in return
and the promise to never ever do that again
sunghoon - lots of aegyo
he doesn't even know how this started
he just wanted to go on a little weekend trip with you and the guys
but as soon as your plane landed you grabbed his arm, begging to do some sightseeing
but he was tired
instead of accepting his no though you decided you had to convince him
and to sunghoons horror it had to be with aegyo
you went all in: whiny baby voice, big eyes, finger hearts
he was mortified
even worse since you did this in public and in front of his friends
but oh. oh no. this wasn't even the worst part
you weren't the only one that wanted to do some sightseeing
and before sunghoon could react he was surrounded by you, sunoo and jungwon going all out with the aegyo
he just wanted to nap
but he knew this wouldn't stop unless he agreed
so he gives in, agreeing to go sightseeing straight away
best believe that you have to make it up to him after the trip though
sunoo - not babying him
sunoo is the opposite of jay
he is so used to you babying him and taking care of him that everything else feels wrong at this point
it's small things, like how you always buy a pack of mint choco ice cream every time you're shopping together
or how you always hold his hand and drag him around
so why were you not holding his hand right now?
you didn't even really cuddle him when you said hello
but even worse, passed right by the mint choco ice cream??
he is devastated
somehow he manages to make sure that you pass the ice cream section multiple times
he just keeps sighing and throwing glances at his favorite
but you dare to ignore him?? wow
he has the biggest pout on his face
and that won't disappear until you get back home and you drag him to the freezer
revealing multiple mint choco ice creams
sunoo can't help but smile - but he still requires multiple hours of cuddling and lots of kisses to make up for how you treated him today
and his ice cream of course
jungwon - spending too much time with jay
okay listen
jungwon loves you
he loves sharing everything with you
but not jay
those two are soulmates and nothing can come in between them - not even you
so when you suddenly start spending time with jay and not him??
no
he's not even jealous because he wants to spend more time with you
it's simply because he is not willing to let you be best friends with jay
he was there first
and now you two are doing things without him??
you can almost feel his glare whenever you're out
and as soon as you're home and try to talk about your day he just continues glaring at you
he's a bigger gatekeeper than most kpop stans
days like this usually end with you begging for forgiveness until he starts smiling again
you both know it will happen again but jungwon forgives you every time
especially if you promise that it will be the three of you next time
niki - babying him pt. 2
so we all know how he turns ducky plushies into pumas, right?
you had to listen to so many rants about this
he should have known not to trust you with this information
"how's my little ducky today?"
oh the GLARE you are getting as soon as he comes through the door
"what did you call me?"
"my cute little ducky. my ducky wucky. are you in a bad mood?"
oh he is.
"i'm not a duck."
you're just giggling, ignoring how annoyed he is
"ah, i forgot. puma, right?"
he just nods, still wary
"i'm so sorry. did i make my cutesy kitten angry?"
and oh you did
he looks genuinely mad
until you see a spark in his eyes
he knows you're not actually trying to make him angry
it's a sign of love or something
within seconds he has you trapped on the couch, aggressively pinching your cheeks
and wow - you didn't know this man knew so many stupid pet names
he's returning your energy, just 100 times stronger
in the end you're both just giggling and laughing in each other's arms
"i'm still a puma though. i'm cool."
"sure, little ducky."
co-written by the amazing and lovely @ateez-main-yapper ! yes, this started over a discussion about men calling themselves daddy. we do not support this behavior.
if you read it this far please don't hesitate to reblog or send me an ask with your feedback 𩷠i am always happy and excited to hear your opinions. this is also the first time i tried writing in this style so please let me know what you think, that would be very appreciated.
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Anytime, Anywhere
IZ*ONE Kim Minju x m!reader
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âIâm not looking for a roommate, Minju.â
The conversation should have ended there. But it didnât.
Your front door is wide open and you canât seem to close it shut. Like thereâs something in the way. This something is a girl standing by the open door, carrying a suitcase, looking as pathetic as could be. Her hair is a mess, and the way she's been crying makes her eyes all swollen, nose still red. The only way she could look any more pitiful would be standing in the rain without an umbrella, but here she is with this disappointment on her face because youâve given her an answer she wasnât expecting.Â
Youâve known Kim Minju since your first year of college. The first person to talk to you during orientation when you were too nervous to even look at anyone. Now youâve graduated with a stable job that pays well, and moved into your first apartment, a place you can finally call your ownâyouâre not about to ruin it all.Â
Minju was the first person you shared a meal with at campus, the first person you walked to class with that was just as awkward as you were, and youâd practically do anything for herâexcept let her live with you.Â
âOh, come on. Itâll be fun!âÂ
Minju has a strange definition of fun.Â
âFun? One more mess to clean up? Having to buy more ice cream because youâve eaten it all? Running out of hot water to take a shower with? No thanks. I'm not looking for a roommate.â
The girl doesnât budge from the doorway, like giving up isnât a part of her vocabulary. âHey, I can clean up after myself. And I donât even eat that much, so I wonât steal your ice cream. You wonât even know Iâm here.âÂ
Thereâs some truth to that. All those years youâve known Minju, sheâs always been the quiet, demure girl whoâs always cleaned up after herself and others without asking. You canât exactly picture her the type to throw loud parties, and sheâs probably the biggest homebody that you know. But stillâthatâs not enough a reason to let her live here on a whim. You enjoy your privacy, your quiet, your hot showers, and most importantly, your time alone.
âMinju, the answer is still no. The last thing I need right now is a roommate.âÂ
Your answer is firm and resounding, but Minju expects that to change. Like sheâs got this laundry list of ideas that will convince you otherwise.Â
âBut donât you get lonely? Look, I can clean. And I can cook. Kind of. And I canââ
âNo, I enjoy not having anyone around. And I can cook just fine. I have a housekeeper that comes in twice a month. Iâm doing just fine, thanks.â Every last word youâre saying puts a big frown on her face. Minjuâs great, a terrific friend, but hearing the word no has never been one of her favorite things.Â
âBut Iââ she starts, and you can tell thereâs about to be a double down you canât prepare for. âI donât have anywhere else to go.âÂ
There it is. The pouty lips, the desperation, the puppy dog eyes. This triple combo intended to make you feel every pang of guilt, yet youâve seen it so many times over the course of knowing her that youâve grown immune to it. And you know itâs not exactly true. Kim Minju was always the popular one. Always the one with a plethora of friends. So itâs not exactly like sheâs about to be homeless if you refuse her.Â
âYou had friends. So many friends, Minju. I never got to have lunch with you because you were always spending time with them. What happened? Surely you can live with one of them?âÂ
Minju looks away and down to her feet, like youâve accidentally found some weakness of hers. Obviously, something has happened to have her standing in your doorway right now, looking so defeated, but when youâve barely spoken the past couple of years outside of birthday messages, there's really no way for you to know.
âIâve lost contact with most of them. The others, theyâve moved on. Theyâve graduated, have lives, careers, familiesâŚâ Minju says, as she stares off into space, like sheâs seeing everything play out again right before her eyes.Â
âAnd you think I donât? What happened to you, Minju? You were top of the class. The most popular girl. And now youâre begging for a place to live?âÂ
Letting out a heavy sigh, thereâs a long moment of hesitation before she speaks up again. âI made some mistakes."
Minju pauses again before delving into details. âI made so many mistakes. I moved in with my friend. Chaewon, do you remember her? Kim Chaewon? She was my best friend. We dated for six months and then moved in together. Then, my priorities got really screwed up, I guess. I focused more on going to parties with her instead of studying, and then that caught up with me when exams came around. Lost my scholarship, my interest in classes, and then eventuallyâlost Chaewon.â
It's a lot to take in all at once.Â
Minju has never struck you as the type to be so reckless that she would let everything else spiral out of control. Not when she's the most hard-working and smartest person that you've ever met. Then again, you havenât talked to her in years, and people change. But at the end of the day, that's still not enough reason for you to let her stay here.Â
âI'm sorry to hear that, Minju." That's the only thing you can think to say, but even that seems to come across as a bit hollow.Â
âThe only person that offered to take me in was Sakura, said she could get me a job where she works. But⌠I canât move to Japan. I donât want to take my clothes off on camera for a living. You know she's an adult actress now? I can't do that."
âMinju, I understand, but I like living by myself, and I really don't want someone else. Itâs nothing against you. Things here are nice andââÂ
âIâll pay extra rent! Iâll pay more than my share. Iâll make sure the fridge is always full. IâllâŚâ
It doesn't seem to sink in that you're not interested, that you donât want this at all, that you value your privacy above all else. âItâs not about money. I'm sorry, Minju, but no.âÂ
Minju isnât listening.Â
Or rather refuses to hear it, like she can't accept your rejection. So there's only one thing left for her to try as she falls to her kneesâbegging like her life depends on it.Â
There's plenty of neighbors around, and having her on your doormat draws all this unwarranted attention that you don't need. But at this point, Minju still can't seem to fathom that your answer will never be the one that she wants to hear.
âMinju, stop.â
âPlease, just for like a few weeks? So I can figure things out? I wonât be a bother, I promise.â Minju clutches onto your legs. It's embarrassing how desperate she looks right now, and the few people that walk by staring while this plays out aren't helping one bit.Â
âLook, Iâll call around. Iâm sure I have some friends with empty rooms that arenât even getting used.âÂ
That sounds like a good offer, the best one you can giveâbut not to Kim Minju. She just clutches harder, so desperate that her nails are almost digging into your thighs through the thin layer of fabric of your pants. It's only been seconds since you've suggested the idea, but already, Minju is giving her rebuttal.
âBut I donât know your friends. So you want me to live with strangers? With people Iâve never even met? What if they try something weird?â Minju whines while finding a way to twist your words, and any last remnants of pity you have left vanishes.Â
âMinju, I said stop,â you say with more authority, but it just makes her cling on even tighter. The iron grip she wonât relinquish almost causes you to lose your balance as you push away, trying to peel her off you to no avail.Â
âGet up, Minju. This is beneath you.âÂ
She knows it is. Minju has always been so composed, and she knows that even if all other options are exhausted, there are less extreme measures to take. But there she is, clutching at your legs like there's no other alternative. Like this is her last resort.
"Minju, you need to leave." This isnât your fault, and yet, somehow, it feels like it is.
"I can be a good roommate!"
Minju gives up on begging, finally rising to her feet with this adamant look on her face, like sheâs going to give this one more dire attempt. âPlease. I can give you something that's even better than rent."
It should end there. You should apologize that you canât help, close the door on Minju, then grab a cold beer out of your fridge and forget this day happened.Â
âLook, you still like women, right?â
What an odd question. You have no idea where this is going, and Minju has gone from begging to, well, whatever this is. Either way, you donât answer.
âCome on, Iâve never known you to be shy. Surely you have needs, desiresâand I can help with that. Just let me stay for a little bit while I get back on my feet. I can repay you in a way no one else can."
âHave you lost your mind, Minju?â
Clearly, the desperation has gotten to her head. Minju may sound as coherent as ever, yet you canât comprehend these words. Maybe you need more sleep, maybe youâre a bit dehydratedâ
âWeâve been friends for years⌠and youâve never thought about me that way?â she asks, sauntering closer towards you with this new sense of confidence in her step. Minju, sheâs hotâvery hot, this supermodel body with an angelic face you can stare at for hours. But that doesnât mean youâve entertained such thoughts.Â
âNow, tell me. Wouldnât it be nice if you had someone who gets you off as soon as you walk through that door? Someone who drops to their knees without any command. It must get pretty stressful, living on your own, without anyone to even talk toâŚâÂ
âIt doesnât, Minju. Iâm fine. I really donât need anything.â
âYou keep repeating that, saying the same thing. Youâre gonna tell me you wouldnât enjoy getting between my legs right in the morning? Or having a way to destress after all those long hours at work? You would never want any of that?"
âJesus, Minju, Iâm not paying you for sex. This is ridicââÂ
"That's not what I'm saying at all. All I need is a roof over my head, and in exchangeâyou can use my body as you wish. It can be as quick or long as you want. As many times as you desire. Anytime. Any day. Anywhere. No strings attached, that's my offer.âÂ
What an insane offer this is.Â
âGet inside,â you beckon, because if the absurdity of this exchange wonât stop, at the very least you donât want anyone else to overhear these suggestions. Minju follows inside, her suitcase still on wheels dragging along while she shuts the door behind.Â
âSit down, please.âÂ
Taking off her jacket, Minju takes a seat on the couch and crosses her legs, making herself comfortable. She sits right against the backrest, both arms sprawled wide across it while you wait for her to fully explain this ridiculous proposal.Â
âWell?" Minju asks, a big cheeky grin, convinced sheâs already won. âSounds like youâre interested. If you werenât, you would have kept insisting on me leaving, wouldnât you?âÂ
Like you could ever get Minju to leave.Â
Without much of a reaction, you sink into the armchair to her right. It's hard to find the words to say because she has a point. There were countless ways you could have asked her to leave, but you chose not to. Or maybe youâre just too exhausted by this whole thing.
âSoââ you pause, because youâre sure if you can call her bluff, this little game can end. âYouâre serious?âÂ
Minju curls her lips. An eyebrow raises. She leans forward and folds her hands in her lap. This devilish little look in her eyes doesnât have an ounce of doubt. âAbsolutely. Just hear me out.â
You let out a sigh at the idea of ever entertaining this. âExplain it all. Donât leave anything out.âÂ
Minju canât help but laugh. âIâve pretty much told you everything already. For as long as you let me stay here, Iâll be available at your disposal. As simple as that. Whenever you want to fuck me, you donât even have to ask. Iâll drop everything.âÂ
âI donât have to ask?â you repeat back, still in disbelief that Minju is capable of coming up with such an arrangement.
Minju nods. "If we come to an agreement today, then you wonât ever need to ask. You can have me in any and every way that you want. No restrictions."
âNone?âÂ
âNone whatsoever. You want a blowjob first thing in the morning? No problem. Need to fuck me at night before I sleep? You just say the word. Whenever you get horny, you can go right ahead and shove your cock in me. No need to hold back, ever."
"And you would be okay with that?â
âIâm the one who suggested it, didnât I? I need a place to live, and Iâm sure you wouldnât mind some help getting off. So we help each other out.â
This doesn't feel real, to hear the girl sitting next to you is essentially suggesting her body to be a form of rent, and yet, this has been Minju's solution like itâs nothing.Â
âAnd I meant anytime. If youâre hard at two in the morning and you wanna fuck a load into me, well, go right ahead.âÂ
âJesus, Minju,â you say, and if you had a drink in your hands, you would absolutely be spitting it out right now. âIâm not gonna wake you in the middle of the night to fuck you.âÂ
âHey, Iâm just saying. Totally okay if you wanted to. Itâs all part of the rules.âÂ
âAnd are there any other rules?â Saying no to Minju is never simple, and this offer on the table seems almost impossible to resist.Â
âNothing too painful outside of spanking. Nothing too out of the ordinary or illegal. That should cover it. Iâll be looking for a job to help out as soon as I settle in, that isâassuming weâve come to an agreement?âÂ
Maybe you should think this over, sleep on it even. But Minju, she looks like a goddess, with a banging body to go with it, and hey, sheâs a friend, not a stranger, so thereâs no way this could go wrong, right?Â
âI promise you wonât regret this. Donât worry, Iâll take care of this place, and then whenever you need itâIâll take care of you.âÂ
Minju really canât help but be pleased at herself at that.
âOkay, sure. Fine.âÂ
âWe have a deal?âÂ
âYeah. Deal.âÂ
That's all it takes for it to happen.
âOne more thing. Weâre getting a contract made, to make sure this is all clear and consensual,â you say, and Minju has no complaints with that at all. Itâs not that you donât trust her, but putting it on paper seems only wise given the situation.Â
âUnderstandable. Whatever you need.â
Pleased that this is all settled, Minju stands up from the couch with relief on her face. Then, with a radiating smile, she makes her way towards you, leaning down until she presses her lips against yours, sealing the deal with a kiss.Â
âThank you. You wonât really regret this at all.âÂ
⌠âŚ
The rest of the night is relatively uneventful.Â
Itâll take some time to adjust to having someone else in your place. At first, thereâs not much conversation between you two other than an exchange of pleasantries while you help Minju get situated. She doesnât have much in terms of belongings. A couple of boxes, an extra suitcase, a laptop bag and her purseânothing that can fill a bedroom, which makes sense given the story sheâs told you.Â
You lend a hand in bringing it all in, and Minju gets her phone charger set up before running herself a long, hot shower that leaves plenty of time for you to think. This ridiculous arrangement starts to feel less surreal when you look around and find your apartment looking less empty. Yet, youâre not exactly sure what youâve gotten yourself into.Â
After giving Minju a quick tour of the place, she winds up sleeping on the couch, since your spare bedroom has served as storage for months.Â
Aside from the agreement, nothing really changes overnight.
The next morning, thereâs fresh coffee already made when you head into the kitchen. Minju has taken advantage of your breakfast offerings, pouring milk into a full cereal bowl when she notices your presence. Seated at the kitchen table, thereâs this innocent expression on her face as she eats, wearing a white tank top and a tiny pair of black gym shorts that do little to cover those never-ending legs.Â
âGood morning. Did you sleep well?â Minju asks as you sit down across from her, pouring yourself a cup of coffee before adding sugar and a splash of milk from the nearby carton.
âWell enough. Sorry about the couch. Iâll try to empty out the spare bedroom today.âÂ
Taking a spoonful of cereal into her mouth, Minju smiles and shakes her head, like your apology is unwarranted. âIt's totally fine, donât worry. I could have slept on the floor if I needed to. Iâm just happy to be here at all.â
Minjuâs gratitude is every bit genuine, and it looks like she got the best night of sleep that she's had in years. Which is hard to believe, given youâve spent your share of nights sleeping on that same couch and it's nowhere near comfortable. Then again, you werenât in the same position Minju was.Â
âNo breakfast?âÂ
âNot yet. Iâll cook something in a bit. Need to get some coffee in me first.âÂ
âOh, I can do it. Anything I can make you? I donât mind,â Minju suggests, starting to rise to her feet.Â
âNo, itâs fine, donât get up. I like making breakfast.â You sip your coffee, and Minju settles back down to start eating again. Because even if you have someone else sitting across from you now, let alone Minju, you canât break from routine.Â
Thereâs a bit of awkward silence that happens while the two of you eat, as youâre unsure what to really say. But itâs day one of having a roommate, and you donât regret it. Not yet.Â
"So, are you off to work?" Minju asks, as she gets up from the chair and puts her empty bowl and spoon in the dishwasher.
You nod in response as you tilt your head to finish off the last of your coffee. "Yeah. Well, I work uh, here, actually.âÂ
âHere? Oh, like from home? That must be nice," Minju replies as she sits back down, like sheâs waiting for something else to keep herself busy with.
"It's not the most ideal setup, but it's better than having a commute."
"I can imagine. Well, don't let me keep you then. If you needâyou know, anything, let me know.âÂ
That sentence lingers in your mind while you head to your home office. And the workday starts the same way as it always does: meetings, phone calls, answering emails, the same tedium over and over. The only difference is the addition of Minju when you get up to grab a snack, some water, or more coffeeâsheâs there to greet you with a smile every time.Â
The morning drags on, and you end up working through lunch to get caught up, which ends up being a mistake for many reasons. Now youâre this bad combo of stress and hunger, a recipe for disaster, but one of those problems is easier to solve than the other. So you grab a granola bar out of your desk drawer to tide you over, and as the wrapper lands in the trash can, you realize you can fix the other problem rather quickly as well.Â
With Minju.Â
Itâs the whole reason why youâve agreed to let her be here in the first place. So might as well test it out, right? And yet, youâre not even sure how to go about it. Summon her and say what, you're stressed, start stripping, and get on your knees? That sounds ridiculous to do, to even think about, especially when Minju hasn't been here for more than 24 hours yet.
Maybe the hunger is getting to you, and you should make a quick sandwich before getting back to work. Or maybeâjust maybe, you should ask Minju for what she's offered.
"Minju?" you call out as you lean back in your chair, trying not to sound nervous at all. Within moments, a pair of bare feet enter into the room, arriving like sheâs been on standby the entire time.Â
You survey Minju from head to toe, this gorgeous thing idly standing before you, as if sheâs waiting for orders. It takes you a moment to realize youâre just shamelessly staring at her, but who could blame you? The girl is the epitome of perfection: pale skin, these wide, curvy hips that lead to ridiculously long legs down to her painted toes, and tantalizingly creamy thighs that leave you salivating.Â
Her tank top hangs just above her belly button, with the outline of her modest tits completely exposed through the flimsy fabric, the barest hints of nipples brazenly displayed, and there isnât a hint of anything beneath her shorts besides bare flesh. Youâre not sure this isnât entirely intentional, designed to either tease or lure you into testing the waters, but maybe this is just Minju getting comfortable.Â
Regardless, itâs working like a charm to ignite a fire inside you.Â
"What can I help with?" Minju asks as her hands meet behind her back, nipples poking through the fabric of her tank top even more visible the closer she gets. She looks completely ready for whatever youâre prepared to throw at her, but youâre not even sure where to begin.Â
âAre you busy?âÂ
âNot at all, just unpacking some boxes. But that can always wait.âÂ
"Good,â you start out as your eyes drift down Minjuâs immaculate body, and canât help but wonder what she looks like underneath those clothes. âI needââÂ
You take in a sharp breath, not used to something like thisâor the fact that Minju might be willing to go along with whatever you imagine.Â
âNeed what?â She smiles knowingly, understanding whatever it is you need, sheâll happily oblige. You pause for way too long, your mouth suddenly feeling dry at the thought of voicing the idea in your head. âDonât be shyâŚâÂ
Easy for her to say.Â
âYou need me to get you off?â Minju asks in this sultry voice when you donât say anything in response, and it sounds so natural when she does, like thereâs no reservation of putting herself out there like this. Eventually, you let out this pathetic little nod that doesnât quite pass as a response, but still gets Minju to slowly drop down to her knees. And the realization of whatâs about to happen gets your heart racing.Â
âSoâŚâ Minju murmurs, as she scoots her body in between your legs. Her palm flattens against your thigh in these slow caresses that send a wave of warmth as it slides to your crotch. âYou want my mouth? I bet you taste really good.âÂ
It's far more direct and open than you were prepared for, and has you trying to find an ounce of confidence. âGod, yes.âÂ
Thereâs way too much desperation in your voice already, but itâs all Minju needs to get to work. Unzipping your pants, she tugs them down as you lift your hips. Already, your cock aches, getting hard, having no chance of hiding under the thin fabric of your boxers.Â
When Minju frees you from your boxers, her hot breath against your bare cock makes you twitch. Her delicate hand closes around your erection, and she pumps with these slow, languid strokes, a motion that gets you to full hardness. In a matter of seconds, your shaft pulsates in her hands, leaking a steady stream of precum to coat her fingers.Â
âYouâre so fucking hard. This beautiful cock is what I get to play with for the next few weeks?â
Leaning your head back, you groan in response. You stare up at the ceiling while Minju strokes your hard shaft, these painful throbs getting instant relief when she moves in short, but powerful motions that draw a few breaths of bliss. Itâs unfathomable, how the smallest touch she offers feels so damn good, this firm grasp she keeps coiling up and down your length at a leisurely pace to make you leak more.Â
This is certainly a much better use of your time than staring at screens for hours.Â
âYou must be so pent up. Feels good, doesnât it?â Minju asks, dragging a lone finger down from the base of your cock upwards to the head, across your slit, teasing her tongue over to taste precum smearing around, offering the briefest sample of whatâs coming.Â
âBut I know you need moreâŚâ As she inches even closer, Minju spits right on top and you gasp at the sensation of saliva on your overheated cock. With each stroke, she spreads the fluid along your pulsing shaft, allowing it to drip down and coat your entire length. Her other hand fondles your balls, tugging on them playfully and doesnât ignore how heavy they feel, as if itâs her new obligation to do something about that.Â
âYou needed this, didnât you?âÂ
Another weak nod in return, because at this point words fail you. You want nothing more than Minju to guide her hot mouth down, swallowing you all until thereâs nothing left. And you wonât have to wait long for that.Â
Because even without Minju getting her mouth on your sensitive cock, youâre overwhelmed already. Itâs clear sheâs no stranger to this, the way her fingers tease and squeeze tightly around your dick, working in tandem with that pretty wet mouth that slides across your balls. Sticky drool spills down her tongue as she takes these sweeping licks against each back and forth, giving them individual care and attention in a way thatâs granting pleasure you desperately seek.Â
âDelicious,â Minju hums, and doesnât pause for anything, smirking as her tongue drags up, taking swipes and frantic flicks against the underside of your shaft.Â
This teasing, itâs insufferable.Â
The soft groans that she coaxes out persist, until eventually her lips hover around your swollen head, and Minju plants a series of wet kisses to coat your dick in that gets you throbbing like crazy. Your patience gets tested as she gathers her messy dark hair into a ponytail in this slow, deliberate way. But you know exactly whatâs about to take place.Â
Her gaze gets locked tight as her warm tongue swirls around your leaking slitâthen she lowers her mouth gradually, and takes just the head into her hot, wet mouth. Itâs everything you need. Those perfect lips seal tight, and immediately she bobs her head at a smooth and consistent pace. Not too slow or too fast.Â
Minjuâs lips work their magic as she works a fist around your throbbing shaft, a grip just right that squeezes right beneath the head that keeps disappearing into her mouth. The tension in your body, it all melts as you sit back and enjoy the warmth of her wet mouth. Sheâs every bit eager to give everything you desire, this deadly eye contact that never yields, with hollowed cheeks as those soft lips slide down your throbbing cock.Â
"Fuck, thatâs amazing," you groan out, struggling to catch a steady breath. The way Minju handles your cock is nothing short of masterful, those heavenly soft lips wrapped tight around your shaft, and that equally talented wet tongue that flicks back and forth, tracing along every vein, every sensitive spot.Â
It's a little slice of heaven.
Words canât describe how good Minjuâs warm little mouth feels on you. It doesnât take much for her to get your cock absolutely drenched with a thick layer of saliva, this insatiable hunger to take more, increasing with every stroke her lips make.Â
"Just like that, god..." Your voice trails off in a moan as your head hits the back of your chair. âThatâs perfect, fuck, Minjuâyouâre so damn good at this.âÂ
The words hit her just right. Minju loves the praise, and in return, gives more pleasure, the immaculate pleasure that gets sloppier as she quickens the pace. Her gentle suction increases with every pass of her lips, with every desperate lick and slurp. She doesnât leave any part out, massaging your balls with her free hand as that delicious mouth swallows up more and more of your length with each and every bob.Â
âYou really needed this, huh? Needed me to make you feel good?â Minju shows no intention of stopping, your shaft glistening from how much of a sloppy mess she's making. Her soft lips have an intimate way of knowing exactly what you need, this tight airtight seal around your cock every time they slide down, while the gentle tug at your balls gives you a perfect mix of pleasure.Â
âIt feels so fucking goodâah, fuck, Minju," you say, while your moans fuel this sloppy, absolutely mind-blowing blowjob that you never want to end. If this is going to be a common occurrence, then maybe having Minju around wonât be so bad. And you could get used to the sight of your roommate on her knees.Â
This craving for more takes hold, but Minju fulfills it as she goes so deep. Her eyes water the further she gets, but this persistence never waivers, almost reaching the very base as she breathes deeply through her nose to take every last inch to the base. Minju swallows you whole in one motion, and shows no signs of backing down, even as she struggles to hold back her gag reflex.
âMinjuâfuck,â you say in between sharp breaths as you stay inside this tight throat while the warmth surrounds you, makes you throb more than ever, building up your release.Â
Itâs impossible not to stare, impossible not to watch your length disappear again and again between those pretty pink lips as her perfect rhythm continues, this desire that only has one exit.Â
âMm, I can feel you're close," Minju says as she slides your shaft out of her mouth with a wet pop, jerking you off at an agonizingly slow pace. "Tell me where you want to cum. My mouth, my faceâor somewhere else?âÂ
You need a moment to gather your voice before you can even think.Â
âYour mouth. Wanna cum in your pretty fucking mouth.âÂ
Minju quite likes that answer. You arenât given a moment of respite as she keeps up this same relentless pace, slurping on your length with endless amounts of fervor, with a new goal to suck you absolutely dry. She gets you right on the edge of release, eyes begging, pleading to taste it all, waiting for you to spill down her throat at any moment.Â
The desperate look she gives while playing with your balls is more than enough to bring you right over the edge. With a low grunt, you empty into her warm, waiting mouth, thick spurts of hot cum coating the back of Minju's throat like this was just what she was hoping for. The more she drains your balls, the harder you moan, cock twitching with every burst of pleasure, and not a single inch of you isnât unloading into that talented little mouth.Â
Minju happily takes everything, her tongue not letting a single drop spill past those heavenly lips. There's no sign of disappointment on her face as she gulps down your load, with a smile that shows no remorse for taking you over the edge so easily.
"What a huge, delicious load," she murmurs after swallowing it all, running her tongue all over her lips. Minju makes sure to clean every inch of your length, from base to tip, licking and kissing every drop of cum until she's satisfied with her work.Â
âFeel better?âÂ
"Yeah..." you breathe out, struggling to gather yourself, let alone find the right words after the intense high that Minju looks so proud of giving. âMuch. Fuck, Minjuâyouâre amazing. Thanks.âÂ
âAnytime," she says with a soft laugh, as her hand still clings onto your cock, a few light squeezes and strokes that keep it hard. "Just let me know when you need more, okay? I'll be around."
âIâI should probably get back to work,â you say, sounding almost apologetic. With the euphoric bliss still lingering through your body, youâre not sure how youâll get any work done, but thatâs a worry for another time.Â
âYeah, of course. I still have some unpacking to do.â As Minju rises from her knees, she plants one last soft kiss against your swollen head before getting up to leave you with your thoughts, a moment alone to recuperate. You can't stop yourself from watching as she walks away, drooling over those luscious thighs and that minuscule pair of shorts that her ass practically swallows up.Â
Work is the last thing on your mind, but youâll power through with the help of this appetizer youâve been given. This little sample is just one dish in a full buffet for what Minju can offer, and thereâs no doubt that youâre going back for seconds.Â
⌠âŚ
It's late in the night by the time Minju stops unpacking. Youâve cleared out the guest bedroom, and sheâs settled in enough to make it look like her own space. After working later than usual, youâre slumped on the couch, mindlessly zoning out while the TV drones in the background.
âHey,â Minju says as she makes her way in, still dressed in the same attire, this tight tank top that looks even more disheveled, exposing more midriff, and the same gym shorts that you swear look even shorter than earlier. Plopping down beside you, her curves instantly draw your gaze, like this outfit was designed to steal your attention.Â
The littlest movement makes her flimsy top ride up, and you have no choice but to stare as Minju adjusts herself, lifting her arms overhead to stretch her arms, which gives a teasing glimpse of those perky tits that seem like theyâre just destined to pop out. âFinished with work?âÂ
Now that thereâs a light sheen of sweat worked up from unpacking boxes and organizing her room, her milky white skin looks so good. Minju looks nothing but utterly enticing, which has you dying to get to know that body better.
âAll caught up. For now.âÂ
There hasn't been a moment all day when your full attention hasnât been elsewhere, when you havenât been thinking about Minju. She takes another stretch, and youâre sure this is deliberate when it draws a little moan that doesnât normally come from this sort of relief. This time, your eyes are immediately drawn to her toned stomach, and you can just picture tasting it, covering it in little licks and pecks, this devilish temptation thereâs no hope to resist.Â
âWell, I should really shower,â Minju says as she starts getting up, but not before giving her stomach a slow caress, like she knows you can't keep your eyes off her.Â
âShower?â Thereâs obvious intention in the way you repeat it, like you have other plans in mind for her.Â
âIâm all sweaty. Iâll be quick. I donât wanna use up all your hot water.âÂ
Now, there's only so long you can hold back from testing out the waters, and it only takes a moment to throw aside your own inhibitions. You find sudden courage to give into your urges, and the look on Minju's face canât hide the surprise from your sudden forwardness. âThe shower can wait.â
If Minjuâs going to take her clothes off anyway, you might as well give her a head start.Â
âYour clothes, Minju." You're still hesitating, even if it's been on your mind all day, even after what she did earlier. "Theyâll look better once theyâre all off.â
âThen shouldnât you do something about that, then?âÂ
Thereâs a borderline annoyance in her tone, like itâs way too easy if she does it, and wants you to take charge to do it instead. So youâll indulge that, trailing your hands up her sweaty stomach to take in these perfect abs that flex at your touch.
The sweat that drips on her body, her delicious abs that glisten under your fingertips as you slide up to grab her tits, it heightens your arousal even more. She still isn't wearing a bra, so you give her these light little squeezes through her skimpy top, that makes her back arch, but this annoying barrier of fabric has to go.Â
So the moment your hands pull up Minju's top, she lifts her arms to let you slip it off and throw it aside, her tits finally revealed as they spring free. And fuck, are they even better than what you had imaginedâsoft, round, the perfect size for her body, topped with rosy little nipples that just beg to be touched.
âI can promise you the rest of my body is just as good,â Minju assures as she catches you staring for far too long. No doubt you believe her, because this confidence isnât just for show, but still, youâll have to investigate on your own.Â
Not the least bit shy, Minju shifts into the couch underneath you, flattening her back on the cushions to bring you down with her. Her slender arms lift high above her head, as if sheâs daring you to explore her further, willingly inviting your hands to travel up and down to explore wherever you please.Â
You'll accept this invitation without a second thought.
There's an inherent magnetism pulling you closer, as your fingertips caress whatever bare skin is in reach. With so many different paths to explore, all these intoxicating features that you want to taste and lick clean, itâs near impossible to pick where to start. While the gears in your head turn, Minju just stares back, so curious as to what you plan to do first.
Itâs impossible to make a decision.
This body, this tight body of a goddess demands your utmost attention. These thick thighs perfect to wrap around your head, wide hips that were made for your hands, and this irresistible stomach that practically screams for you to make a sticky mess on.Â
Thatâs all before you get to see whatâs hidden underneath those tiny, barely there shorts.Â
Minjuâs curiosity doesnât take long to satisfy while you plant your lips on her stomach, peppering the warm skin in kisses and licks as you taste every inch. This light hint of sweat, the sweetness that you can only attribute to Minju's delicious taste, it all comes from just her sexy stomach. It doesn't take much to imagine what other places would taste like.
The soft sighs that she makes encourage you to lick more, to plant messy kisses that cover every bit of her tight abdomen, while you can hear every breath she takes as you ensure you donât miss a single spot.Â
âGod, Minjuââ You continue this feast of unapologetic indulgence, kissing your way upwards towards Minjuâs cute chest, roaming between the valley of her breasts. âYouâre fucking perfect.âÂ
âBetter not forget that.â Minju gets a shy blush on her cheeks, and her nipples react the moment you tease them by playfully pinching them, rolling them, tugging between your fingers. Before her next breath, you get your lips wrapped around them, and then you take these unabashed slurps, these pretty buds that merit your equal attention.Â
The cutest whine escapes Minju when your tongue circles the stiff buds, making them stand out even more under your stimulation. Sheâs so sensitive, and you relish in that, planning to use it to your advantage later. And fuck, there just isnât a part of her that doesnât taste absolutely delicious.Â
As breathtaking as the girlâs body is, itâs not even the main event. Youâre having too much enjoyment sucking on her cute tits, teasing them with your sloppy tongue, but you just know thereâs a growing heat between her thighs, one that mirrors the frustration levels of your dick straining against your pants.Â
Youâve got Minjuâs body all mapped out, and you could spend all night tasting these delicious curves, devouring her breasts, planting as many kisses on her tummy as you canâbut itâs unfair to ignore the other appetizing parts of her deadly figure.Â
Besides, you canât wait to peel those shorts off her ridiculous hips.Â
A moment to catch your breath is all you need, because thereâs no more time left to hold back your lust. You leave her with one lingering kiss on her stomach, and then your greedy hands peel those annoying shorts off with Minjuâs assistance when she lifts her butt up. Through that eager smile, she doesnât spoil the surprise that there's not even a pair of underwear underneath to stand in the way of her naked bodyâ
That silky smooth, shaven pussy is all you can focus on, already soaking wet when she parts her thighs to give a tempting glimpse at those pink lips, and all you can think about is what they'll feel like wrapped around your cock.Â
âDo you normally not wear panties, Minju?â you say, taking a moment to admire the sight of her bare cunt in its glory.Â
âDepends on the company,â she admits, this faux innocent expression that is anything but that washes over her. You canât go another second without getting your cock out, desperate for any kind of relief from this persistent ache while you unzip your pants. Minju watches you strip down with the same hunger in her gaze, shirt pulled over your head in one motion, and then your pants slide off along with your boxers.Â
"That's much better," Minju says, and gets her fingers wrapped around your shaft, with no intention of doing anything else except for that. âIt's so big, so perfect for me..."Â
A firm squeeze gets your throbs going, as if you needed any encouragement to be rock hard, and Minju gets this content little smile at feeling it grow even more between her fingers.Â
As the moments pass, her innocent demeanor fades, replaced by a longing gaze fixated on your hardened shaft, where thereâs only one destination your length needs to sink into. Sprawling out on the cushions, Minju stretches out her long legs that are practically built to wrap around your body.Â
Those wet folds, and your throbbing cock, there's only one outcome when they have their first meeting.Â
With no reluctance, you position yourself between Minju's spread thighs, feeling how slick her pussy has gotten with anticipation. You run your cock against her dripping folds that glisten, teasing her slit as your shaft coats itself in her wetness. "It'll fit inside you so fucking well."Â
Youâre too speechless to apologize to Minju for not eating her out first, but judging by the way sheâs looking at you, sheâll live. The initial plunge rips a heavy moan right out of your throat, all these sensations hitting all at once. There's no pause when you pull back, then slide in again unabated, pushing more of your thick shaft into this perfect pussy.Â
"Fuck, you're so damn tight, Minju, godâ"
âDid you expect anything else?â she asks, before another moan tears through her. There's no resistance to impede you, just inviting wet flesh that wraps around your cock in this wetness, your cockhead sliding deeper into the warmth of her cunt with ease.
âOh my god.â Her walls tighten around your shaft, this overwhelming heat welcoming every inch into her cunt like it belongs there. âThis pussy is perfect. Iâm going to use it every chance I get.âÂ
âI sure hope so. Thatâs what Iâm here for.âÂ
With nothing else but a confident smile on Minjuâs face, and nothing but these erotic little moans as her walls stretch to accommodate every inch, until you can bottom her out for the first time. Sheâs so fucking tight itâs almost painful, this absolute vice grip that squeezes the life out of your cock, ensuring you arenât going anywhere. âYour cock is so thick, itâs filling me up so wellâŚâÂ
The urge to just drive your cock as deep inside of her as possible becomes overwhelming, and Minju doesn't give any signs that she wants to be treated delicately. There's no room for restraint or holding back with how well she takes it all, how badly she craves every inch you've got. âDonât think for a moment I canât take you all.âÂ
So you let the carnal urges take control, grabbing her slender waist and pounding into this heavenly cunt with no remorse.Â
âMinju, fuck, your pussy feels so good,â you growl, each thrust only making you want to stay buried in there longer. Youâre hitting all the right angles, creating an erotic soundtrack of flesh while Minju's wet cunt swallows you up to the base, squeezing in just the perfect way around every last inch as you pull back and plunge right back in.
âAnd itâll feel even better when you cum inside.âÂ
Thereâs hardly even any time to think of a response before Minju wraps her long legs around your waist, digging her heels into the small of your back so she can draw your cock in even deeper. âI hope you werenât expecting to pull out."
Hearing those words is like a shot of adrenaline that makes you pound into her cunt with everything you have, burying your cock balls deep with every long, powerful stroke.Â
âNot a fucking chance, Minju. Iâm pounding this perfect cunt until I fuck a load inside you.âÂ
Thereâs a devilish grin on her face when she hears that, legs tightening to make you backup your words, her dripping pussy clenching harder as if trying to coax that load out sooner. âWith how deep youâre fucking me, you better not do anything else.âÂ
Through all these harsh thrusts, and the rough pistoning of your hips, you need to pull back every once in a while. Only so you can have the perfect view of Minju's body covered in more sweat than before, even more irresistible to not lick the side of her neck, savoring every little taste you can get.Â
And the noises she makes only get filthier the harder your hips move, the best encouragement for you to bury your face into the crook of her neck as her beautiful legs keep your body hostage. This pounding is everything youâve needed, keeping Minju breathless in her moans, a symphony of pleasure that gets siphoned right in your ears.
âThis is how Iâm going to destroy your cunt when I fuck you. Every single time. Your pretty pussy wonât go a day without getting a huge fucking load inside.âÂ
âYeah? You promise?â Minju asks, and youâre fucking her so well, so hard, that sheâs getting delirious. âThereâs nothing better than getting a nice, thick load filling me up first thing in the morning.âÂ
Thatâs all the motivation you need to keep this train of pleasure going.Â
Minju can feel it. She can feel how your thick cock twitches with every deep stroke, the pleasure becoming far too much for you to bear. At the tail end of an especially harsh thrust, she wraps her arms around your neck and holds tight, not leaving an inch of space between the two of you while you drill as hard as your hips allow. "Please, I'm going to cum. Keep fucking me, please keep fucking me like thisâŚ"
The begging flows freely right into your ears, and these desperate pleas offer another wave of encouragement that pulls you closer and closer to release. And itâs not like you can do much at this point but keep your hips moving, while Minju clings to you, limbs coiled like she never plans on letting you escape.
âDon't stopâI'm going to cum so fucking hard!" Minju cries out, and there's no need to hold anything back as she chases after that release.Â
Wanting to speed this up, your lips latch onto Minju's sweaty neck, planting sloppy kisses that make her walls flutter, spilling more wetness while you crash your hips into her. Her thighs canât stop quivering, breathing frantically until that intense orgasm is almost in range, back arching up in time for the final waves of bliss to crash into her.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuckââ A litany of curses leaves her mouth , filling the room, and then Minju tightens her hold as these messy juices gush all over your cock, unleashing the most unrestrained orgasm of her life that erupts in her body. Through it all, her warm cunt spasms, convulsing, these drenched walls constricting so hard to the point where there's no other alternative than to paint her insides a creamy white.Â
âCum in me, fuckâoh my god, I want it all, fill my fucking pussy,â Minju begs and pleads, her trembling legs with a death grip around your waist. And then she cries out in loud, incoherent moans, only managing to spill out one more thing: "Fucking breed meâ"
Thereâs absolutely nothing that can prepare you for the feeling when you unload inside. Your climax explodes into Minju without warning, several thick spurts of cum flooding deep within her cunt, warm walls squeezing to milk it all out of your balls. Each violent throb is a fresh surge that sends an extra big mess of thick seed into her pussy, an increasing fullness that clings inside while your pulsating cock empties this massive load into Minju.Â
During this intense orgasm, Minjuâs alluring legs lock you in place, guaranteeing you can't pull out for a second, not until all your pleasure reaches its apex.Â
You might be here forever, you think, trapped inside this warm paradise, but youâd be more than happy to never move another inch inside Minju all night. While she basks in the obscene pleasure of her cunt now full to the brim, you can only move enough to pump your load deep, deeper inside her until it finds her womb.Â
"That's a lot of cum," Minju says, and she looks absolutely delighted at the mess you've made inside her, like sheâs accomplished something grand just by making you explode inside her cunt.Â
You have a feeling a hot load inside Minju will be a common sight as coffee being brewed, and itâs almost like she hasnât drained you once already with this load thatâs promising to make a mess whenever it spills out.Â
âSo, how about that shower,â you suggest, even while Minju hasn't even released the hold from your body yet. She doesnât have the slightest intentions of getting cleaned up anytime soon, wanting to let this high linger a while longer.Â
âLike you saidâthe shower can wait.âÂ
Thereâs never been a better idea.Â
"Yeah, it can wait."Â
You share a tired kiss as Minju keeps you close, bodies sticky as her limbs finally uncoil and relax. Itâs near impossible to not collapse on her from exhaustion, but from the way she gazes at you with thirst lingering in her eyes, there's no such thing as rest. Not when you have this endless freedom to use her as your own personal toy.
When you do eventually pull out, leaving Minju with all of your cum pumped into her tight little cunt, thereâs nothing but gratitude on her face to see the results leak out. And when she grabs your cock thatâs more than a little sensitive, to give these weak little pumps, you don't have the strength to beg her to stop.
âMinjuââ It feels more like sheâs teasing you, rather than attempting to get you back into a proper state of arousal with such lackadaisical motions. "Are you trying to get me to fuck you again?"
âHmm, maybe,â Minju says, giving you a fleeting glance, and doesnât mouth anything else, like sheâs trying to demonstrate that you can recover earlier than you think, wanting your balls to fill back up sooner than later. âSeems like you might have one more in youâŚâÂ
âYeah. Maybe.âÂ
With whatever energy is left, you put it into kissing Minju, to explore these lips that havenât even gotten half the attention deserved. Also as a poor excuse to extend the time youâll need to recover. Neither of you have any intention of going anywhere during this lazy make-out session, and even while youâre both covered in fluids, youâll kiss Minju until your jaw hurts.Â
âNot bad,â Minju says, a sudden compliment as the kiss intensifies, until her hand slides between your legs to keep pumping your cock, ensuring not a single inch softens.Â
âWhich part?â you ask, not that youâre particularly interested in anything other than dominating this lip embrace.
âOh, I donât know,â she teases, while you plant these light kisses that purposely miss her lips. âBut⌠the part where youâre good at kissing me. And the part where you came inside me. â
âSounds like you want more.âÂ
âYeah⌠maybeâŚ.âÂ
âThen consider me convinced,â you say, helping her stand upright, and lead her towards the bathroomâleaving the remnants of your messy load that leaks out of her pussy all over the couch. Thatâs a problem for another time.
The walk to the bathroom is short, but still gives you plenty of time to stare at Minjuâs tight butt, and the mess that clings to her glistening thighs. One of the best features of this apartment is how spacious the shower is, more than enough to fit a second personâor a third, if you were so inclined.Â
But neither of you are interested in the shower.Â
Minju leans over the sink to check herself out in the mirror, running fingers through her hair to somewhat put herself back together. Staring at her own reflection puts a grin on her face, proud of how disheveled she looks, while also noticing the dark mark in the shape of your lips on her neck.
âYou know, I forgot to pack a toothbrush,â she says out of nowhere, attention turned away from herself to the contents of the sink.Â
âI can buy you one in the morning.âÂ
You lean in closer, and your hands snake around Minjuâs perfectly slim waist, eager to feel up her tight abdomen once more. That mark on her neck is like a target, and when you take a deep inhale of her intoxicating scent, you make sure to cover her neck in kisses that make her giggle.Â
âYou came in my mouth. I think youâll live if we share a toothbrush for one night.â Minju rolls her hips back, grinding against your erection to reawaken your cock back to full strength. These little kisses turn more lustful as she turns her head to connect lips with you for a more sloppy, wet, all-consuming embrace.Â
âFair point.âÂ
Your hands are far too greedy at this point to do anything but grope Minjuâs naked body. The touch of her smooth skin reinvigorates you, sending blood back into all the right places, something thatâs blatantly obvious to this naked girl in front of you.Â
âI can feel how hard you are again,â Minju mutters, with this shy little expression on her features thatâs so out of place. She pushes away from the sink, pressing her lithe figure back, and it's hard not to picture fucking Minju here, slamming your hips hard enough between her shapely cheeks to ripple them.Â
âYeah? Wonder whose fault that is...â The idea becomes more concrete when you squeeze that supple ass, your greedy fingertips sinking into the tender flesh, like her backside was made for your palm to smack as you get in a few light slaps that echo.Â
âDo you think my cock will fit in here?âÂ
Spreading her round cheeks, you get a glimpse at how her puckered hole twitches, already craving you inside it. That bubble butt is absolutely perfect in your hands, and itâs no trouble at all to spread Minju open, as you wonder how itâll feel to rub your cockhead against her tightest hole.Â
"We can always find out.â Minju gets this sultry tone in her voice, hands lingering on the cool countertop as she bends over even further, her ass imploring you to fill that hole. It makes it hard to stay focused with this perfect cunt and tight little asshole both accessible, but thereâs only one problemâ
âItâs a shame the lube is in the bedroom. And I canât be bothered to take my eyes off this tight little ass.âÂ
"Tease.âÂ
âI would never.âÂ
Thereâs nothing in reach thatâs anything but a poor substitute, but youâre not going to walk away for something in your nightstand when youâre throbbing so much between the cheeks of such a perfect ass. So, regrettably, you'll have to postpone your plans to pound Minju's ass. Itâll make it worth the wait that much more.Â
Without another word, you guide your length back into her warm little pussy, grabbing her curvy hips to slide back in.Â
âOh fuckâ â When your hardened shaft plunges deep between her legs, Minju nearly collapses over the sink. Her hot cunt feels more than ready for you, all this wetness pooled thatâs infused with the creamy mess you left earlier staining her walls.Â
The second your hips move, those pretty fucking moans from Minju have no trouble echoing around the walls. Her seductive stare beckons you to fuck her like the toy she promises to be, to use her until she canât take anymoreâa temptation too sweet to turn down.Â
"Just like that, your cock is so good, godâjust ruin me, fuck, pleaseââ Minjuâs eyes widen from how hard you start slamming into her. This time, thereâs absolutely no chance to adjust, nothing less but an incessant replay of your hips as you sink into the hilt, pounding her like the warm, wet, wonderful cocksleeve that she is, getting those heavenly walls stretched out all over again.
With no restraint in your thrusts, you can truly pound this tight pussy without mercy. The warmth that smothers your cock, how slick her pussy has gottenâgod, it feels so fucking good that you don't ever want to stop, even after you pump another hot load.
âThat's it, right thereâright there, harder," she says with these breathless whines that are nothing more than unabashed encouragement. Fingers trembling, they dig into the porcelain of the sink, making the entire bathroom resonate with the harsh, wet smacks of flesh colliding together, in unison with each thrust. "Use that pussyâfuck, make me take it all, use me, god, use me, fucking use meââ
Those words, they make it so easy to do so, to keep up these thrusts, to just ram your cock into this hot little cunt thatâs aching to be full, clenching down around you like it'll never let go.
And this assâMinjuâs got a perfect fucking ass, that you're already fantasizing about plowing. There's just no end to how much it bounces, the erotic jiggle that fuels your need to smack your palm against it, leaving red marks that'll stay on that pale flesh.Â
"You're so fucking wet for me, Minju, god,â you groan out, pulling your cock out just so you can admire all the slick coating every single inch, before shoving it right back in. Minju bites down on her lip, trying to contain her moans with this near blush on her face from enjoying the rough treatment of her body far too much, moaning in bliss every time your thrusts make her hips jerk against the sink.Â
âI just canât help it. Your cock is too fucking big, my little pussy just loves it.â These constant smacks, they make her cunt clench, the pain forming additional pleasure. After your next heavy slap on her ass, your free hand ventures up her bare back, caressing along her spine in a gentle touch. But that gentleness doesnât last when your fingers form a fistful of Minju's silky black strandsâand a firm tug lifts her back so she's staring right into her reflection.
There's something to be said about being able to see Minju's pretty face as you wreck her body. All these priceless reactions she can't hide as she watches herself getting ravaged in the mirror that her hot breath fogs up. Itâs an image youâll never forget.Â
You keep a tight handful of hair, each tug and yank rewarded with another moan, and she can barely even keep her eyes open, drunk on bliss as you dominate her body with every powerful plunge of your cock into that drenched warm flesh.Â
Minju, through all these rough pumps and strained moans, can hardly keep up. Scrambling to keep a hold of the sink for dear life, she braces for each punishing stroke that reaches into her depths, your deep, rough thrusts that only grow in ferocity as you're both on the cusp of another release.
"Almost there, godâyou're so deep, gonna cum so hard," Minju groans out as a euphoric wave hits her body with no chance of escape. "Make me cum on your big fucking cockâmake me cum, oh fuck!"
Thatâs the only warning youâll get. When the arrival of her violent climax hits, it gets her legs trembling, that sweaty body so close to collapsing that it leaves you to support all her weight as her toes curl into the bathroom rug, walls clamping down around your cock so snug it makes you grit your teeth. You fuck her right through this tsunami of pleasure, hips maintaining the same brutal pace, following the same path she takes until youâre nearly at the boiling point.Â
âMinju,â you growl, and thereâs little else that needs to be said to know where this is headed.Â
This isnât asking for permission, but rather giving a final notice that this thick load thatâs about to leave your balls desperately needs somewhere to go.
âWhere?â Minju asks, struggling to get one little syllable out, and the question lingers as you get your final thrusts in. Without a response, you stare at the reflection in the mirror, pounding into this unbelievably tight girl with everything you have left to offer, until the last possible momentâ
âGet on your knees.âÂ
Pulling out proves to be a challenge, but you've got plans that demand it as you give Minju enough time to collapse down without a shred of resistance, and you can already tell this is going to be a messy finale. The moment her knees touch the cold tile floor, you grab a hold of that gorgeous hair as you furiously stroke yourself in front of her face, squeezing your length that feels absolutely primed to erupt.
You let out a guttural groan of relief when you start to unload all over Minju's pristine features, this massive jet of hot, sticky seed that she doesnât even flinch at as it lands square in the middle of her forehead, streaking down her cute nose. Your uncontrollable load blasts everywhere, across those pretty pink lips, splattering across cheek to rosy cheek while she stays perfectly still, letting you paint her like the masterpiece she is.Â
It just gets everywhere. The beautiful canvas that is Minjuâs face, itâs an absolute mess, cum dripping down her chin, a stray strand landing in her hair, more running down the bridge of her nose as you pump it all out and glaze her.
There's just so fucking much that it has Minju looking at you through this hot mess in a stunned silence, wondering how you even managed to have that much pent up insideâthis load that has no right being so huge that you almost feel inclined to apologize. But this is really her doing, this sinful body of hers to blame for such a gratuitous payload.Â
"There you go, all over this pretty little face," Minju says as she stares in awe, bewildered by how much of you sheâs covered in. Your massive load drips down her lips as her tongue catches it, and not a single drop goes to waste. âHow do you still have so muchâdidnât you just finish inside me?âÂ
Thatâs a really good fucking question.
 One without an answer as Minju gives you a long lick of your cockhead before taking it back in her mouth, sucking the rest of you clean with a satisfied hum as it continues to drip down her face.Â
âWellâonly have you to blame, fuck,â you groan, and you might just pass out with the way Minju refuses to let that hot mouth off you. âYeah, this is definitely all your fault.Â
Nothing but elation etches Minjuâs face when she kisses the tip of your cock one last time, her gratitude for your cum written on her lips. Using a couple of fingers, she cleans up by swirling cum around her lips until it coats her fingertips, then puts them in her mouth, licking them clean, giving an audible slurp as she sucks every last drop down.
Maybe itâs about time for that shower.Â
That is, if you could only move. Because even though the shower is only inches away, it might as well be in a whole different neighborhood with how weak and heavy your legs feel. Thereâs no time to rush, and you donât mind a few more lingering moments seeing your messy load dripping across this girl.Â
âYouâre so pretty, Minju.âÂ
Minju only smiles with those cum-stained lips as the hot water starts.Â
⌠âŚ
Over the next few days, youâve gotten quite comfortable fucking Minju on the regular.
This little arrangement already has lived up to its potential, and you wonder how you were ever reluctant about having a roommateâespecially with these benefits. The only possible complaint you have is that there just arenât enough hours in the day to spend balls deep inside Minju.Â
Thereâs no routine to it. When the mood hits. When the clock ends in a seven. When youâre waiting for leftovers to heat up, youâll seek out Minju to suck your dick, or bend her over whatever surface is closest.Â
And it never gets old.Â
During work, sheâll sit on your lap, keeping you company during a dull day with your cock all nice and warm inside her, like this little office pet of yours that knows the right moments to keep quiet. In between meetings, you'll bend her over the desk and pump that tight little cunt full of another thick load that sheâll keep inside while she goes to prepare lunch.Â
Itâs not unusual to be on a video call with a client, with Minju sucking you off underneath the desk, keeping her sloppy mouth on your shaft all the while you carry on business. And the best partâsheâll straddle you, right on top of your office chair, bouncing up and down on your cock with a dozen or so other coworkers on a conference call who are none the wiser.Â
Minju is well aware what time you wake up, so almost every morning before you've even tossed the sheets off, she knows exactly what you'll wantâa warm mouth deepthroating your cock without being told.Â
Later that afternoon, thereâs a new book to immerse herself in as she finds her favorite spot to cozy up in when you unbutton her jeans, slipping them off to spread those long, smooth legs so you can feast on her delectable pussy. Minju reads as if nothing is happening, like you donât have your tongue buried in her cunt, warming up her tight little entrance just enough to slip your cock inside her without distraction. You donât want to break her concentration too much, so you try your best not to make much noise, but well, it canât exactly be helped when she feels so fucking warm and wet inside.Â
The only acknowledgment given is these subtle moans that slip out when you get every inch of your cock in her, hands holding that narrow waist with a tight, unrelenting grip. But Minju, sheâs too lost in this completely different world while you fill her up so perfectly, not even looking up as you fuck her.Â
And honestly, sometimes thatâs for the bestâbeing able to use her while sheâs preoccupied, without either of you muttering a word as you slide balls deep into her incredibly warm cunt. It doesnât mean, though, that you canât challenge yourself to get a moan out of her.Â
When you inevitably cum inside Minju, a faint smile creeps up on her lips. Otherwise, she doesnât say a word, turning more pages while you pump a hot mess inside her. She only takes notice of the steady flow of cum inside once you exit her warmth, one hand playing with your load and pushing it deeper into her messy folds, while the other hand continues reading her book.Â
The following day, as the coffee brews, your roommate is already on her knees, and youâre fucking her face so roughly that tears stream down her cheeks while she gags around your cock. Thereâs not any makeup yet on that gorgeous face to ruin, but Minju guzzles down your load and goes about making breakfast, like it's all part of her routine.Â
First thing, the next morning during work, youâre railing Minju in your office chair, with her gorgeous, sexy legs perched on your shoulders while youâre taking a short break from another tedious conference call. At this rate, your flimsy chair might give way before either of you cum, but that doesnât matter too muchâyou can get your work to buy another one.Â
Youâre absolutely not paying attention to anything but the pleasure of Minju's tight cunt.Â
The breathless moans from her lips are a much better alternative than whatever monotonous voice through the speakers drones on about spreadsheets and analytics. Even though your job doesnât require you to step inside an office often, your cock buried inside Minju is the only way you can survive these remote meetingsâbut you continuously double-check that the camera is off and the microphone is muted. Thatâs a mistake youâll only let happen once.Â
Now that you have Minju all to yourself once the call ends, you lift her body up into the air, cock still buried, and impale her pussy just as hard as before while her legs wrap around your waist.Â
She feels so small as you bounce her frame up and down, this weightless girl thatâs light as a feather. You could carry Minju around the apartment if you wanted, but this is far more satisfying, a test of how many times you can make her cum while holding her up in your arms, absolutely hammering into her soaking cunt until you fill her to the brim.Â
Later on in the afternoon, you get the urge again (as you tend to do), and Minju is sitting comfortably on her bed, laptop out, concentrating on what you presume is finding her next paycheck. Once you walk in, the laptop lid shuts, and she takes those big, cute frames off and tosses them on her nightstand, leaning back onto the bed in anticipation.Â
You feel guilty disturbing her search, but you're exhausted from a workday that isnât even over, so this wonât take long.Â
Discarding your pants, you climb onto the bed, hovering your crotch above Minju's face, and pull your cock out of your boxers, as you start to stroke in her direction.
The mere sight of that beautiful face is enough to help you get off without any trouble. A few final tugs and you're there, groaning her name as you spray a pearlescent mess all over her face, thick cum shooting onto her cheek, landing on those pretty lips, a line across her nose, some up the side of her forehead. The relief is instant, the stress of a long day fading away while Minju lies there for you to stare at, your cock resting against her lips as you milk out every drop.
"Thanks, Minju. I needed that," you sigh, taking one more look at your impressive handiwork. âGotta get back to work now.âÂ
⌠âŚ
Minju hasnât forgotten to hold up her side of the bargain.Â
Sheâs here to get her shit together, not be a freeloader. While sheâs financially destitute at the moment, she pays rent in other ways. Ways that arenât giving head during a movie or being your personal on-demand fucktoy. Almost every night, without fail, Minju cooks up a delicious meal (and she's equally talented at it as she is at sucking you off). She'll even bring dinner to your office if you're working late and forget to eat. Not only does she do the laundry but also keeps the apartment in order, replenishing the fridge whenever needed.
This all buys you more time to fold Minju in half and unload what feels like a weekâs worth of cum onto her flat stomach.
So, it goes without saying that your apartment would be in much rougher shape without Minju. That sheâs more than just a warm hole to fuck your load into. She's a pleasure to be around, an ear to vent your frustrations to, someone whose absence would leave a noticeable void.Â
Sure, itâs nice to fuck Minju senseless whenever youâre all pent up, but having someone across the kitchen table to talk to during a meal, or someone to watch bad movies with on the couch is just as valuable.Â
Which brings you to the here and now.Â
It's early afternoon, after finishing a mountain of work, and you go looking for Minju to escape these four walls of your home office that feel like a prison. Sheâs in her bedroom, sorting through laundry, and stops what sheâs doing when you enter.Â
Because one glance and she already knows.Â
Minju lies on her stomach while you stand in front of her bed, stroking her gorgeous face as she gazes up and gets your cock out. With just the lightest of strokes, her delicate hand pumps the length of your cock, bringing you to full arousal in no time. And once you are, you glide the swollen head of your shaft over her glossy lips, coating them in your glistening precum.Â
"You always need my mouth so much, don't you?" she purrs, teasing your cock with her hot breath, tongue dancing across the sensitive underside.
Letting out these little gasps is the only thing you answer, unable to give a proper response as your shaft stiffens unbearably so against the wet tongue caressing you, then her lips part with no further need of words, and invite you to guide yourself into the warm heaven of her mouth.Â
A full, deep sigh leaves as those beautiful lips envelop your swollen cockhead. And god, her mouth feels so perfect, so warm while you thread fingers through her hair, holding her in place. She drools down your length, giving more playful licks before starting to devour your length inch by inch, all the way until her nose is nearly pressed against your stomach.Â
"Minjuâthis pretty fucking mouthâfuck," you moan, just relishing her slow, steady bobs as she takes you deep, all of you inside her wet throat, looking right up at you. She savors your taste before saying anything else, lips popping off your shaft with trails of spit down her chin.Â
"It feels so good, right? My pretty mouth wrapped around you,â she murmurs, spitting on your throbbing shaft to get it even more glistening, stroking it, rubbing that little sensitive sweet spot she knows you love. âBecause your thick cock tastes so fucking good."Â
That warm, talented mouth returns, swallowing you whole in one go, and youâre tempted to just fuck her throat to completionâbut this blowjob isn't meant for the finish line, even as Minju eagerly deepthroats your length, craving to milk out a load from your balls as soon as possible.Â
âMinmin, Iâreally need to fuck you." Thereâs a pause in her sloppy movements, to acknowledge the nickname you've called her, like she wants to hear it again. In this moment, you let Minju's warm mouth work her magic on your throbbing shaft, indulging in the sinful slurps she makes, as her tongue lavishes your cock until thereâs not a single inch unexplored. But as good as her mouth is, itâs not enoughâyou need to be elsewhere, somewhere warmer, much tighter, to really satiate this appetite.Â
âStay right fucking there.âÂ
Minju obliges, staying flat on her stomach, and awaits whatâs next with this innocent look full of curiosity as you approach from behind. And while sheâs still got on all these bothersome clothes, you quickly rectify that, unbuttoning and tugging her jeans down to her ankles to grant a path to that delicious-looking cunt.Â
When you climb on top of Minju, her pussy glistens in anticipation. It takes only a few shallow thrusts to bury your needy cock to the hilt, letting out a strained groan when you're fully sheathed inside her tight warmth. Her little whimpering cries tell you she needs this as much as you did, as her wet folds greedily pull you in, demanding more and more.Â
âOh god, fuck, you fill me up so well,â Minju moans, as you start pounding her tight cunt without warning. No teasing, no mercy. Nothing but a rough, relentless fuck that leaves both of you breathless as she takes every inch, laying idle to accept it all.âPlease, justâfuck me, fuck me as hard as you can.âÂ
Pressing your whole body into Minju's slender figure, you pound away with no restrictions, relishing this prone position that lets you get as deep into this welcoming heat as you please. âOh my god, Minjuâyour pussy isâun-fucking-believable."
Here, you can dominate Minju without restriction, and she takes it as well as you imagine. A shuddering groan leaves her lips every time your hips collide, when you plow into her at this rapid pace. While she usually canât stay quiet while you're balls deep in her, all of a sudden Minju goes silent, not letting a single syllable slip as you ram her cunt with such unforgiving thrusts.
âHey, uhââ Minju breaks the silence as you keep her tight frame pinned into the mattress, going as hard as your hips will allow. âDo you mind not cumming inside me this time?âÂ
Your body takes a pause, and your hips slow down as you register her words. Thereâs only one instinct, and thatâs to empty inside her like usual. It's become so natural that hearing her suggest anything else makes it feel⌠wrong.
âAsking a lot here, Minju. Do you want me to stop breathing as well?â The audacity of this request when youâve gone all out at it from the get-go. Itâs so sudden and unexpected, because Minjuâs the first to beg and beg for you to breed her.Â
âItâs just once. I have an interview in half an hour, so Iâd rather not have to shower again.âÂ
Sheâs really asking for the impossible here.Â
âBut then I can fuck you again in the showerâŚâ you say amidst all this intense fucking, but the look Minju flashes back tells you that isnât the answer she wanted. So while Minjuâs taking you so hard and fast during this rough fucking, with your full weight on her as youâre pounding away in her slick heat, your cock so eager and ready to explode, yet somehow, youâre expected to pull outâ
âFine. But only this once.â And you canât believe that youâve agreed to this the moment those words slip out.Â
âHey, you can still cum in my mouth,â Minju says with this proud tone, like itâs any consolation. âIâll make it worth your while when I come back. Promise. I owe you.âÂ
Youâre never one to doubt Minju, but this is one big favor sheâs going to have to pay back, with interest. Even so, a sigh of frustration escapes your lips when you pull out, flip Minju on her back, and straddle her chest to finish yourself off.Â
When you shoot your hot load into her mouth, painting her waiting tongue and lips in these white streaks, itâs a relatively weak and unfulfilling climax in comparison. Despite that, Minjuâs still happy to take it, to swallow it all down greedily, like sheâs dying for a second one that thereâs no time for.Â
âGood luck,â you mumble out with a strangled breath as Minju slurps your cock clean with her hungry lips. You can see a mix of satisfaction and disappointment etched on her face that mirrors you, because you both know that load belonged in her pussy.Â
âThank you. Iâll be back in an hour or so. Then you can breed me as many times as you want.âÂ
⌠âŚ
Minju has spoiled you to no end.Â
There isnât a single day when she doesnât so much as wish good night without draining your balls. Whether you prefer a quick, sloppy blowjob, railing Minju from behind, or watching her fit body do all the work, riding until you finish deep inside her, she doesnât head to bed without you filling her up.
Itâs routine to fuck a load into her first thing in the morning, whether she's brushing her teeth, putting on makeup, or simply eating breakfast.Â
This agreement, it's been long enough that you no longer feel the apprehension about using Minju, no qualms about spending every morning with her lips on your cock, to spend afternoons with her face in the couch cushions, drilling her wet little hole while she answers her phone to respond to appointments and interviews.
Nearly two hours pass before Minju returns. The door closes shut with an exhausted sigh, and she sets down her bag, kicking off her heels, and takes a seat right next to you on the couch.
âHow did it go?âÂ
Minju doesn't have an immediate answer. Her focus is elsewhere as she stretches her legs across your lap, settling into a more comfortable position on the couch before responding.
âIâŚI donât know. Maybe it went well. Maybe it didnât. I think they liked meâbut that doesnât mean Iâll get the job.âÂ
There's a certain hesitation when she answers, like thereâs more she wants to talk about but chooses not to. You know firsthand how taxing these interviews can be, as youâve been on both sides of them, especially for Minju, who tries to look as flawless as can be, only to be passed over because her resumĂŠ isn't a mile long.Â
âIf you donât, then it means they picked the wrong person.âÂ
Minju smiles shyly before her eyes drift away. Now, it feels strange to watch someone so usually full of confidence look so unsure of herself. But she shakes that off quickly, like that self-doubting voice doesnât belong to her, reverting back to that same bright expression. âWhatever happens happens. I'm just thankful you're letting me stay here practically rent free.âÂ
âWell, you can stay as long as you need. Even if you find a job, there's no need to rush out. This place would be too quiet without you around."
In her black pleated skirt, Minju climbs up and straddles your lap. She leans in and presses her soft lips on your own in a quick kiss, making no attempt to hide her affection.
âSo. I owe you a promise."
The insinuation hangs heavy on her words as a shameless smirk takes over her lips. Even after the stressful events earlier, Minju never misses a chance to satisfy your desires, so quick to change from this somber tone into her role as your plaything, like a switch being flipped.Â
âIf I remember correctly⌠you keep your lube in the bedroom drawer, right?âÂ
Youâve done almost everything to Minju; fucking her brains out in every corner of every room, in practically every position imaginable, yet you've done almost nothing to appreciate her exceptional ass. At the bare minimum, you've enjoyed the sight of those perfect plump cheeks as she endlessly rides your cock, but aside from giving them a firm squeeze or some light spanks, it hasn't had the attention it deserves.Â
While you have this insatiable hunger to wreck her ass, this is still entirely uncharted territory. So you respond to Minju with a silent nod, getting your hands on her underneath her skirt, grabbing that taut butt through her thin underwear to enjoy this divine handful.Â
âIâll go get it,â Minju offers with a lingering kiss to your cheek, but you grab her wrist to stop her path before she can get off your lap.
âNot yet.âÂ
Your hold on Minju doesnât falter as you knead her asscheeks, not willing to part yet. âStay here. So I can see how pretty you are.â
Those cute pink cheeks that you covered in your load earlier now have a rosy tint as she looks up, letting you savor this moment a little longer. Your mind races with all the things youâve yet to do, this perfect hourglass body thatâs yours to explore, to use, to do whatever you can imagine. Yet, thereâs only one thing you havenât done to this beautiful girl, one place your cock hasnât had the pleasure being inâ
âWhat was it you wanted? To see if your cock would fit in my ass?âÂ
Thereâs no need for this extravagant fantasy to drag on, so you lift her up still with a firm grip on her ass, and bring her into your bedroom, sitting down on the edge of the bed.Â
âI canât stop thinking about it, Minju.âÂ
âMe neither.â She sits in your lap as she admits, and with your arms propped back against the mattress, you watch Minju with unwavering attention.Â
Every button on her blouse gets undone one by one, tantalizingly slow until it falls open to reveal more pale skin that complements the pink lacy bra you've bought for her. Once that comes off, you take in all that wonderful skin, drinking in those breasts that spill out, and her tight tummy that you've painted with so many loads already.Â
âNow the skirt,â you tell her, and Minju flashes a smirk at your impatience. But she obeys, gets off your lap, unzips, then lets the garment fall down those smooth thighs until it lands in a pile around her feet, leaving Minju standing before you in only matching pink lace.
Before her underwear comes off, she spins on her heels to show off this perfect little ass in front of your face, bending over so you can take in the sight of those ample curves that frame your view so nicely. "Care to do the honors?"Â
The answer is obvious.Â
Giving those cheeks a nice little smack, you hook a finger under the waistband of her thong and slowly peel this little pair of lace down, leaving no detail of her round, scrumptious cheeks unseen, and exposing this tight little asshole you're dying to stretch.
"Heyâare you just going to stare all day, or are you going to put your cock in my ass?â
A difficult choice for sureâwith the latter infinitely more enticing. Minju answers the question for herself as you stay perched on the edge of the bed, your focus never shifting from that delicious backside. She heads towards the bedside table, opening a drawer to fetch something. When she returns, youâve matched her state of undress, getting your own clothes off in a flash.Â
Bottle in hand, her gaze trails down your body to see this aching hard length that needs somewhere to sink inside; the sight making her salivate as she reaches for your shaft and pours a generous amount of lube into her hand.
Minju coats your entire cock in the cool, slick lube that only heats up once her hand pumps it, leaving every single inch drenched. This liquid has other plans too, slicking up her fingers before they slip between her own asscheeks, spreading herself and working the lubed digits inside her puckered hole in preparation for what's next.
âYou look like you're ready to tear me open," she says, eyes widened at the sight of your big, thick cock, all lubed and primed for her asshole. This isn't an exaggeration as you lie back, watching the beautiful body of Minju straddle over your hips, hovering above you until she finds the right position.
"And you look like you can't wait to have this entire cock inside you."
"Of course I can't," she breathes out, lining you up with her tight asshole. One deep breath later, and she lowers down on you, trying to breach through that taut ring of muscle. Youâre not sure how even a single inch plans to fit, and already it feels like it's stretching her beyond what's reasonable. Regardless, Minju still lets out these desperate moans as she tries to work your cockhead inside.Â
âShit, oh fuckâ" Minju swears this isnât her first time taking something up there, but with how tight this ass is, youâre not sure that you believe her.
The intense stretch has Minju crying out in bliss, doing all the work as she takes it nice and slow at first. Her fingers find her plump cheeks, spreading them just a little wider so she can fit more of your girth in. You can feel the desperation, that she really does want more of your thick cock buried in her asshole, and youâre aching to make her take your entire shaft with one swift drop of her hipsâbut she can barely manage your tip.
"You're really getting all in my ass, arenât you?â she says with a moan, and youâre getting too impatient with the tease of this tight, gripping warmth as more of you sinks into Minju, disappearing past her puckered rim.
Minju puts in all this effort to take more, but there isnât enough resistance in your muscles to just sit back and enjoy it. Patience thrown away, your own hips rise to meet her halfway, unable to keep your body from moving at all, getting a good grip as you guide her down, bit by bit.
"Keep going, Minmin, that's it," you encourage, and she does her best to obey, lowering her ass until she has almost every inch of you buried. That final push makes her cheeks come in contact with your balls, and her eyes shoot open.
"Oh fuck, oh my godâ" Minju sounds so strained and overwhelmed that it almost sounds painful, but her nails only dig into your thighs, anchoring herself to keep you balls deep in her asshole as she looks over her shoulder to reassure you that she's content being this full.Â
It takes a few deep breaths before she's ready for more, to get herself accustomed to having you so deep inside, before beginning to ride your cock with this tight, slick hole. All of this warmth around you, this ass, this tight little ass of hers feels like heaven, clenching around you. Minju canât stop bouncing herself on you, ass smacking down on your thighs as she fucks your cock into her, impaling herself again and again.
"That's it, that's itâthis big fucking dick. It's so deep.â Minju groans through ragged breaths, keeping the tempo until her hips move faster. She keeps riding, bouncing that tight little ass of hers, addicted to stretching that hot little hole wider as it accepts every single inch of you.
Your cock, her ass, there's no better combination.Â
It's an amazing view, watching that asshole get stretched open, so wide around your shaft while her own hand wanders between her legs. This impossible tightness encourages you to thrust into her, drilling your cock, wanting to get in even deeper than humanly possible.Â
You know that Minju can manage on her own, but your greed takes over as you lean her body back, hooking your arms under her knees, and pin them to her chest with your cock still inside her ass. Now it's her turn to let you take over, stretching her wider so she can really feel this deepness inside, opening her up in new unimaginable ways.Â
The new angle offers much deeper thrusts, with you holding her weight, wrapping your arms behind her neck and slamming up into Minju with little regard for how wrecked sheâll get, balls deep with every drop of your hips against hers.
"Fuck, pleaseâkeep, oh shit!" Her voice sounds so fucked out, the delirium taking over her as your cock fills her, every last inch stuffed to the hilt. And the sounds Minju makes during this assault on her ass are unreal, deep whines ripped right out, fucking your entire length at the fastest pace you can into this tight asshole.Â
"Your ass loves taking this fucking cock, doesn't it, Minmin?" You barely have it in you to speak at all, and all Minju can offer is another desperate whimper, unable to voice anything beyond swears at how full her tight hole is with your cock.Â
"Please, godâdon't fucking stop, don't you dare stop fucking my assâ"
This poor, helpless thing that you take your lust out on, legs spread obscenely wide in a v-shape position you've folded her in just pleads and cries for more. Sheâs unable to do much but take this pounding, and her mouth stays agape through your relentless thrusts, hammering into such a stretched, full, gaping hole.
Her flexibility comes in handy at times like these as she just lets you ruin her tight asshole without a care, feet helplessly dangling midair in the most pornographic display of carnal bliss, using her body to wring out every bit of pleasure.Â
"Use me, oh my fucking god, please use my asshole until you fill it up."
As all those words spill out, there's no reason to fight it any longer as you fuck into Minju with reckless abandon, arms locking her in place to do as she asks, not daring to stop for any reason. With no end to your onslaught of violent thrusts, your balls begin to tighten, the start of an inevitable flood in her tight asshole. âSo tight, fuck, gonna blow my fucking load right into your tight assââÂ
Minju offers no response but her asshole clenching around your swollen shaft, urging you to release into her wrecked hole with everything youâve got, and nothing can stop this orgasm from building.
And with one last thrust, you can't hold back anymore. Buried deep, your release explodes into Minju, sending your seed shooting deep into her asshole as you fill her up to the brim with these endless spurts. Her desperate mewls escalate as her ass, this perfect, tight warmth milks your throbbing cock until your entire body shakes with pleasure, draining your entire heavy load into her tight little hole.
You savor this feeling, remaining balls deep into her ass, riding this high for as long as itâll linger. You're breathless and panting when your grip eases, guiding Minju down as she topples onto her back, pressed up against your chest while your cock slips out of her ruined hole. Your thick seed oozes right out of that tight ass, dripping between her cheeks and leaking out onto your stomach, a beautiful mess of creamy white.
"Still had so much inside you," Minju gasps out, barely able to move a muscle after your merciless pounding. Her entire body stays limp on you, a satisfied wreck with cum still trickling out her ruined, gaped asshole. "I knew you would love my ass."Â
âBest thing Iâve ever been inside in.âÂ
Neither of you has the will to move, staying like this just to catch a breath for a little bit longer, until she rolls off and shifts onto her side, tucking herself into your chest. Minju gives that smile of hers, the one where she's content that you enjoy her as much as you do. "I don't think I can walk out of here... "
"Then don't. You look good just where you are," you reply, glancing at Minju, who lets out a tired laugh at what an utter mess you both are. It's almost a guarantee that sheâll share your bed every night after youâve made a mess inside her. She spends more nights with you than in her own bed, sleeping next to you, limbs tangled together under the covers.Â
Other times, after a quickie before bed, Minju will keep you inside her, too tired to do anything but fall asleep in your arms with no urge to move an inch until the next day. Itâs a nice tender moment through all this lust, the realization that sheâs more than some mindless fuck whenever you need release.Â
Maybe this arrangement has shifted into something more.Â
And maybe youâve really taken a liking to Minju.Â
⌠âŚ
âYeah, itâs really nice here,â Minju says on the phone in her favorite pink pajamas during a video call from a friend. The TV plays low in the background as she gets comfortable all sprawled out on the couch, playing off the fact that she's been living at your place for nearly a month now.Â
This temporary thing was supposed to be just thatâMinju staying only until she could afford a place on her own, has now spiraled into something beyond that. Several weeks later, here she still is, wearing your oversized shirts to bed, shampoo and body wash occupying a lasting residence in your shower, and of course, her own toothbrush next to yours.Â
And neither one of you is planning to change that.
Minjuâs a near permanent addition to your household. While she's picked up some temp work to keep her bank account from reaching zero, you wouldn't exactly call her employed. Though that matters little; even if she doesnât help out financially, she contributes in much better ways.Â
"Hey! No, itâs not like that. No, I donât, but I help cook, I clean, and Iââ Minju says in this exasperated tone when you join her on the couch. Cheeks growing red, she stays on the defensive, trying to starve off this teasing on the other end that you're attempting not to eavesdrop on.
"No, not like a maid. It's notâno, he isn't making me. Yuri-ya! I said we aren't together!â Minju almost forgets that you're sitting right next to her, remaining just as loud and whiny as she presses her knees into her chest, desperate to defend herself.Â
Clearly, this isnât a conversation youâre supposed to be a part of, so you should probably excuse yourselfâbut when you attempt just that, Minju pushes you back down with a bare foot from where you were rising, insisting you stay right where you are.Â
"It isn't like that at all!" Minju pouts, and the camera captures every cute little flustered expression that makes her friend cackle. There isn't an ounce of persuasion behind those words as her friend shares in this same amusement with you, face growing more flustered by the second. Still, she remains steadfast to deny these accusations, holding you hostage to listen in by the pressure from her heel digging into your leg, pinning you there to hear these hearty giggles at Minju's expense.
You think you like this friend already.Â
Minju is clearly more stubborn than she lets on when it comes to these matters, because Yuri refuses to back down. And well, if she wants you here, then you're more than willing to stick aroundâbut you're not going to stay idle.Â
"Okay, maybe once. But that was it. I swear," Minju defends, even if it's an obvious lie, and Yuri calls her bluff as her laughter continues from the other side. She's backed the poor girl into a corner, and you're somehow working together with this person that you've never met, all to make your mutual friend as bashful as she can possibly get.Â
When Minju's bare feet land on your lap, it sparks an idea. Your thumb presses into the sensitive arch of her foot, massaging the targeted area with care, causing her eyes to plead not to escalate.Â
"You've definitely hooked up more than once," Yuri insists, and you're unable to hide a smirk to see that you're on the same page. "There's no way it didn't happen again."
Minjuâs got this ticklish spot that you once found by accident, and itâs so easy narrowing it down to send her into an uncontrollable giggle fit. The longer you linger over it, the more she tries to keep her mouth shut, eyes going wide as she panics when Yuri asks what's so funny.Â
That's the opportunity for the killing blow as you press hard into the pads of her feet with both thumbs, overwhelming her as she struggles not to burst into laughter, which Yuri only sees as confirmation that she's right.Â
"I knew it!"Â
"S-seriously, nothing happened. Don't get the wrong ideaâŚâ
Minjuâs never been a great liar, and it doesnât help that she canât hide her flustered reactions on screen. So rather than continue this drip feed of torture, you just spell the entire situation out for Yuri to understandâplaying with the waistband of those cute pajamas, your intentions clear as day.Â
âHey, waitâthe video is on!â Minju protests in disbelief as you threaten to yank her pants off her hips. But if she really doesn't want this, especially with Yuri there to watch, then all she has to do is say the word and you'll back off.Â
"Then feel free to end the callâŚ"Â
But no, the truth is, Minju wants this.
Her eyes shift from Yuri back to you, a nervous look on her faceâknowing exactly how this'll play out. All it would take is a second for the call to disconnect, one little goodbye, and you can do this privately. But when you work these pajama pants off past Minjuâs hips, there's no such thing. Yuri remains right there on the call, watching on camera while you finish the job and strip your roommate below the waist, leaving her half-naked in the middle of this video call.Â
There's a darker redness on her face, looking mortified to be exposed so easily in front of her unseen friend. She struggles for words, and you do the same to her upper half, unbuttoning her pajama shirt as you slowly peel it open, tossing it aside to leave this impeccable body entirely bare.Â
With this display of her nude beauty, Minju stops any charade of denial the instant you slide a finger inside, and then a deep groan rolls from her lips at having your finger penetrate her in front of another person's eyes.Â
"M-maybe it's happened more than a couple of times,â Minju admits, divulging this secret she no longer has the desire to hide. There's no point holding back, not when you're going to have her moaning on camera.Â
"A lot more than thatâŚ" you say as you tease her tight entrance with another finger before your pants come off, hardness poking at your boxers until you toss them away as well.
"Hey!" Minju says as you spread open her gorgeous pussy with two fingers, exposing that warmth that's ready for you to sink into. "It's n-not a lot."
"Four times yesterday isn't a lot?"Â
Minju just tries her best to not completely dissolve on camera at your immediate betrayalâbut itâs not like she doesnât want it either, as she guides the tip of your cock between the heat of her slit, teasing up and down before the inevitable push.Â
âI knew it. Come on, no secrets," Yuri says on the other end as Minju lays there obscenely spread, already whining pathetically, when your throbbing cock demands to slip inside her warm, welcoming pussy.Â
âHey, if youâre going to watchâthen no talking.âÂ
"Not another word,â Yuri promises her, and that silence holds as you sink inside Minju, so deep and hot inside your roommate.Â
A soft groan escapes from her the instant she's so deliciously stretched around your cock. With this additional pressure to perform for a new set of eyes, that makes the arousal much more palatable as you bury your full length into that slippery, wet warmth.
"Oh f-fuck, you feel so good," Minju whimpers, eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head. You can't help but bottom out in her cunt as she looks right into the camera, sharing this moment with Yuri who stays true to her word, not interrupting a second.Â
All your initial strokes are anything but gentle, and Minju makes no attempt to keep any moans in that make it to the other side of the video call. Itâs something so out of the ordinary, this girl thatâs usually so timid, so reserved, watching her crumble underneath every deep pump, her folds absolutely dripping with honey to help guide the friction.Â
Even so, itâs not quite enough. While this is all great and everythingâit could be even better. Youâre supposed to be giving Yuri a show, and you might as well give her a good one.
Minju has no complaints, only uninhibited deep moans when you lift her legs up, knees up right by her shoulders as you fold her up in such a vulgar display of her flexibility, plunging more of yourself to wreck this little hole.Â
"So deepâfuck, I can feel you so deep in me,â she mutters out as she takes it all, barely able to hold her phone still in such a vulnerable position, utterly helpless while you're demolishing her tight little pussy with no mercy. You've done this to Minju more times than you can count, this perfect position designed to bottom her out in the easiest way possibleâto fuck a massive load right into her pussy in no time.Â
"It's so good, please, it's so fucking goodââ Minju becomes nothing more than a whimpering mess, head thrown back against the pillows as you keep pounding into her cunt, thrusting deeper in a rough, erratic pace that's more showing off than anything, and all she can do is keep taking it.Â
It's just too easy to fuck Minju like a toy, especially when you've got a show to put on.
"Look at you taking me like this, Minju, oh my god," you groan, watching this warm little hole spread wider and wider around your throbbing cock as it disappears into her depths.
Her cunt feels tighter with each thrust, squeezing your shaft in a slick, unrelenting grip that brings you closer to the edge as she loses any semblance of decency. You donât let up as she struggles to stay on camera, nearly dropping her phone while trying to hang on through all this ecstasy.Â
âKeep going, oh fuck, keep pounding my fucking pussy,â Minju begs, and it's impossible to even focus with how deep her sloppy cunt swallows you back up inside. She lets out all these throaty, helpless moans from the animalistic fucking she's taking, perky tits bouncing from the force of you bottoming her out in front of her friend.Â
And again, Yuri plays her part by being a viewer and nothing else.Â
Minju, this wet little toy, lets you hammer into her cunt without remorse, and each impact of your heated bodies sends her jolting against the cushions, turning into such a lewd metronome.Â
You're close, already so closeâall thanks to those eyes of hers, filled with a desperate need to have you shoot your hot cum deep where it belongs. "I'm gonna fucking breed you, Minjuâfuck, gonna dump this thick fucking load right in your cunt.â
Minju lets out a long moan of approval, equally on edge from having your shaft thrust right into her slick depths, ready for your balls to empty and pump her full of all your seed.Â
âGive me that load, donât cum anywhere but insideââ Thatâs the last thing Minju says before this unavoidable release, face red from being so vulnerable on camera while her legs dangle up in the air, toes curling with every rough pump.Â
You're so worked up that it doesn't take anything else but burying your cock into her sopping cunt one final time before you burst, unloading everything your balls have stored up. Your release triggers her own, that peak making her legs tremble in the air, writhing underneath your weight. Both of you let out a collective moan that competes in volume as your combined release gets milked into her womb, spurt after spurt until there's nothing left to empty inside of your roommate.Â
Shallow thrusts drag out the pleasure, making sure not a drop of your load isnât fully deposited inside Minjuâs sticky folds until you stay there buried to the hilt.Â
While you both pause to catch your breath, there's an unfamiliar satisfied moan of pleasure that you realize comes from Yuri on the other side of the phone call.
âF-fuck,â Minju breathes out, while you still have every inch throbbing inside her delicious warmth. âYuri, did you really just get off to this?"
"What? No, of course not," Yuri says, an unconvincing denial of a lie. "Maybe. Did you really expect me not to?"
Minju smiles as best as she can. "I can't blame you. God, there's just so much cumâhe dumped his whole load inside meâŚ" she says in smug satisfaction when you reluctantly pull out.Â
Her poor little cunt is a wreck, all soaked in her own arousal and yours, this hot load eagerly dripping out onto the couch cushions while just laying there spread in such an obscene way, phone still in her hand, held out to display every detail.
Yuri doesnât quite know what to say when she sees her friend like this, Minju the innocent angel being fucked absolutely senseless on camera, with a thick, creamy mess that oozes out between her legs.
"So, maybe we've done this a lot," Minju finally confesses to Yuri, who still struggles to respond to all this despite witnessing it moments ago.Â
"Maybe?" Yuri replies.Â
"Don't act all innocent now." Minju shifts her position on the couch to get a better angle, so the camera can get a good shot of the sticky semen running down her cunt. "You got off to it."
"Maybe. A little bit," Yuri admits, with a low voice shaky in response. "So what if I did?"Â
âAnd maybe I jerk him off when I'm on the phone with you..."Â
"Minju!"
With a hand covering her mouth, Minju laughs, unable to hold in her amusement. âYou don't have to sound so ashamed. It's just you."
âThat doesn't mean I need to hear this!" Yuri responds, the embarrassment coming through in her voice. "Oh my god, I can't believe I was talking to you like normalâwhile you were doing that? Ah, Minju!"
Minju's smile transforms into a devilish grin, enjoying every second of this like sheâs earning revenge for Yuriâs earlier teasing.Â
âDoing what, Yuri?"
âIâneed to go, talk to you later, Minju!" Yuri stammers out, her cheeks brighter than a tomato. The video call immediately ends, with only Minju's soft laughter remaining in response. Looking at the end call icon on her phone for a moment, Minju sets it to the side on the coffee table, then lays her head back into the pillows.
âIt's just you and me again," Minju says in her sweet voice, almost like sheâs not the least bit exhausted after the rigorous fucking you've put her through. âWhat now?"
"Maybe we should clean this couch..." you answer, aware of the mess you and Minju have created all over her legs and the fabric, something that certainly can't be ignored.
"Later," Minju says, as if she could even care about thatâat least for now. "Right now I need a shower. A nice long, hot one. Come join me. It's not fun washing off all by myself..."
Yet once again, neither of you make it to the shower.Â
You follow her right into her bedroom, into the bedsheets that are still warm from earlier today. She doesn't have a chance to clean herself up, still dripping down her thighs when she pins you down into those same bedsheets and has you deep inside her in no time.
âRound two,â Minju says, as if it's not even a question, like this is how itâs going to go for the rest of the night.
âMinminâwait. Give a guy a moment, fuck."
"No time to rest," she says, with another wicked grin on her face, and you're not used to being on the other end of this. You're the one that keeps the ecstasy going, the one that always makes the first move. This girl, sheâs never been so forward like this before, not in the way she takes complete control, so shameless to get what she wants. Certainly not in the way that she grabs your arms and pins your wrists over your head with strength that you didn't realize she was capable of.
"I see why you like using me so much."Â
Minju holds you down so tight that you can't even fight this. You're at her mercy now, pinned right under her in this vulnerable state with the weight of her body pressing into you while you can't help but feel like youâre the one whoâs a little plaything.
And honestly, you like it.
"I get it now,â Minju purrs while you stay right under her control, a finger caressing the outline of your jaw. She has you helpless, completely trapped by this lust that's making you ache for more of what Minju's offering. "You know, I found a job. One of my friends recommended me, Hyewon. I think youâve met her before. And it pays well. I'll be able to finally support myself. But you'll let me still stay here, won't you?"Â
"Of course, Minju. You know I wouldn'tâ"
"Good," she says, cutting you off as if there's not any chance of rejection. "But I won't be around in the afternoon like before."Â
Minju trails a finger right down the center of your chest, tracing circles along your abdomen. "So that means I'm going to need my fix every morning. And maybe even before I go to work, when I come to wake you up for me."
You've never seen Minju like this, so brazen with her desires as she tilts your chin up and makes you face her directly.Â
"And as soon as I get home, I'm just going to jump on your cock for hours, until your balls overflow my little pussy again and again. How does that sound?"
"Thatâthat soundsâ"
"Great. It's settled then." Minju gives you the cutest smile as she kisses her way down your neck, lips lingering around your collarbone as she nibbles gently on the skin, leaving her mark.Â
"Maybe it's a lot of fun being used by you. But maybe it's even better to use you, right?"
Biting her lip, she slides off your shaft that's still glistening in the mix of her mess and yours, leaving it throbbing in the air. "Oh my god, your poor cock. So fucking hard. And there's nothing you can do about it, huh? It must be torture for you. All this build up inside and nothing to take it out on."
"Minminâ"
"Now I understandâitâs so much fun to fuck you like a toy," Minju interrupts, right as she slaps your cock with her palm to watch you wince in response from how sensitive you are, doing it over and over again, these utterly relentless smacks that make every part of you quiver.Â
"What's the matter? Don't wanna cum again?"Â
Without waiting for a response, she slams back down on you, taking you to the hilt in one easy, fluid motion that doesn't leave you without her warmth for long. Even as spent as you are, Minju rides this aching cock of yours like it's the first time you've been inside her today.
"Youâve got my greedy little cunt addicted. I can't live without you filling me with this hot cum every single day. How many more times can I get you to breed me today? Three? Four? Maybe five?"
"Jesus, Minmin, pleaseâ" You groan at the thought. As much as you love finishing inside Minju, there's no way you'll be able to survive thatâyou're exhausted after this round and your body hasnât gotten anywhere close to recovering. But she just carelessly continues, head thrown back in bliss as she fucks herself on you, spreading her walls that still drip with your load, and yet so needy to have another thick one fill her up to the brim once more.
"I can't wait to find out. You're not going to run out of cum, are you? No, I don't think your balls could do that. They're always so full, just for me, right? Maybe we'll have to keep going until we make sure."
You don't think your poor cock can stand that, but there's nothing to do but watch helplessly while Minju bounces on top of you, using you as nothing more than a toyâa nice hard cock that she can just ride into ecstasy over and over again.
And maybe you'll allow her to do just that.
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No, I didn't finish writing this fic the day before realizing her birthday, shut up, this was definitely planned all along.
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Heyyy,May I ask for short oneshot of Reader buying full box of fresh peaches,placing it in the fridge for later days as quick snack in between meals but sees that by end of the day it's all gobbled up by Sun Wukong? Wukong would say things like "I didn't eat them!" But his tail betrays him by hanging low with curled tip as act of shame?
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"I KNOW IT!"
The Great Sage jumped in his own foot, hearing your angry voice coming from your hiding spot.
"SO IT WASN'T MY IMPRESSION YOU THIEF!"
You liked peaches. Well, it was hard to find someone who didn't like them, but you did enjoy them. Since you wanted to clean your diet, it wasn't such a terrible change of habit, so instead of ice cream, you just needed to take one of those fruits.
Wukong was... well, he had a LOT of flaws that somehow you were always able to ignore or accept. Love was like this! Accepting after all!
But he had always respected the boundaries of food. Maybe, you thought, it was his simian nature that stopped him in this particular case.
His tendencies to take care of your skin, his way to Hugo youbt that seems more like a wrestling session, his tendencies to keep you close at night... It seems normal!
So, when you started to notice the disappearing of the fruits you preferred, you blamed yourself! Maybe you ate too much; maybe you lost them in the fridge; maybe on the way back home too!
And you could accept it all! ... If it weren't for the fact that in his kiss you could feel the savour of peach.
It wasn't like his drinks, peach flavor, or his cheaps, peach flavor; that was peach peach flavor!
You wanted to be sure, so you decided to leave a certain number, sign the number on your phone, and remember how many you ate.
A few were missing.
And so you decided to set a trap... and you waited. And you waited for almost an hour, and then you saw him.
He entered the kitchen all happy and dandy, opening the fridge, taking the peach, and biting the fruit.
You caught him.
He was there, his mouth full of pulp. His tail straight up in the hairy as an antenna, his eyes big and round like a cat.Â
"Those were mine! I told you! "
"You knew I loved peaches!"
"Yes, and I wanted those for myself! I told you!"
He looked at you. His eyes fell down on the bite of the peach, then back at you, and then he bit again the fruit.
"WUKONG!"
He laughed like the Gremlin he was, finishing the fruit whole in a few bites.
"You're the worst!"
"Hehehehe, don't act so surprised! You know what you got yourself into when we started to live together."
You groaned, crossing your arms, annoyed by his antics. He threw away the seed, spitting it in the trash can. He hugges you from behind, his chin on your shoulder.
"Came on... I'll bring more!"
"And what am I supposed to eat as a snack?!"
"Well..." A huge grin appeared in his face. "I know what I want to snack on right now."
And with that, he gave you a small bite on your shoulder, a playful gesture to make you smile. That happened; you started to giggle by that.
"You're without shame..."
"And without my shirt now right now." Which... was true. Your desire to know the truth made you miss his undressed torso, abs in full display. He grasped you and threw you on his shoulder in one action, laughing on the road to your shared bedroom.
Well, you did get something sweet that day.
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I've spoken about it many times before, but being a handyperson is a sort of curse. Once you can fix things, then it's hard to give up on fixing things. There are lots of broken objects in my home that would have been better off lining the inside of a dumpster, rather than been blown apart my living quarters for months on end while I traced some ultimately-irredeemable fault that would only fill me with rage when I found it.
Of course, nobody expected that when all the rich people left for the space station, taking capitalism with them, folks down here would just plain ol' stop working. All the factories went dormant as we realized our bosses were powerless without their bosses. Now if something broke, you'd have to come crawling to a local repair person. Can't just go buy something new from the store, where nobody wants to spend their days working so they can show you which box to buy. Nothing on the shelves anyway. Gotta fix what you have. Cruel warlords like myself now held sway over an entire neighbourhood at a time, using our exotic powers of "knowing which way to turn a screwdriver" and "put some grease on it."
Now, I spend all my days fixing other peoples' things, as opposed to before, when I spent all my time fixing my own things. Don't worry, it's not a bad life. I get paid in food, mostly, although some neighbours have offered me now-worthless money and gold bars.
Sometimes I think about heading down to the park, enjoying humanity's first free days since the industrial revolution. Art, poetry, music, free love, hand-churned ice cream: these are all things they took from us. Then I realize that the park rangers expected their sprinkler array fixed a couple weeks ago, and I can't well show my face there if it's still leaking through the improvised cork o-rings I had to make for it.
At night, I look up at the sky and see the exhaust of the space station glowing as it ejects spent rods from the reactor. I think about the mean-time-before-failure statistics of the oxygen scrubber. I wonder if they have anyone good at repairs up there. Probably not, but I'm sure they can tell someone to tell someone to make a new scrubber from the materials they don't have in their superterran prison. More valuable skill, that one.
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yet another pd dash simulator (pt one pt two pt four pt five)
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The illusion of destiny (Oscar Piastri x Reader)
Summary- In a world where you are destined to be with someone forever, a hopeless romantic lives her life in hope of finally finding her soulmate.
Growth and realisation Tragic circumstance
Warning- angst. No hate to anyone, all of this is fictional.
(first person POV)
"The fate that brought me and your father together was the best thing that happened to me" my mother said as she brushed my hair.
I was 5 years old when I realised that soulmates exist. Just like any other nights my mother was telling me a story of how the princess met her prince charming when she least expected it. It was another version of her parents love story. They filled her with so much love, I felt like a ball of love willing to share it with the people I loved. My whole life was spent looking at people in love, finding their soulmate and pouring that love into their children. The first time I saw someone find their soulmate was my uncle. He had given up on love or finding his soulmate since he wasn't having much luck at it for years. It was like the skies had cleared after a thunderstorm when he found his soulmate in the grocery store. She looked lost since it was her first time there and I had begged him to buy me ice cream. It was like an invisible pull that pulled him towards her. She looked shocked but elated to have finally found the love of her life.
Later that day, I asked my uncle, who seemed over the moon to even sit still, "How did you know that the pretty lady in the supermarket was your soulmate?" a curious question that my mother had yet to answer. He looked at me and said, "I just did; there was this red string that was tied to both our fingers and before I knew it, I was standing in front of her." a permanent smile etched on his face. I was happy that he had found his soulmate, my sad and grumpy uncle had become this ball of sunshine.
The first of my friends to have found their soulmate was at the end of high-school at the graduation ceremony. It was a sibling of one of our friends who was also attending the ceremony. My friend didn't even make it to the seats before they went running to the soulmate who's string of fate had apparently become visible on entering the graduation hall.They looked happy. I got to attend their wedding a few years later.
I spent my college years searching for my soulmate. It would take time as my mum put it. She didn't find my father until much later on in their lives. So, I was content with waiting for the right time for my soulmate to pop into my life. I would catch myself playing with my pinky finger a lot, in hopes of seeing the red string of fate that attached me to the love of my life. My college years were boring by others standards since I spent it all waiting for my destiny. I didn't feel the need to entertain others when the one for me was probably waiting for me. It would be rude had I decided to play with another's heart. My college graduation ceremony was wonderful; a part of me hoped to meet my soulmate here. But alas, he seemed to not be there.
Around this time, I had taken a liking to formula 1. A peculiar thing, since me and sports didn't blend well. I have painful memories from my childhood where I got hit with a ball, a bat, a football, tennis racket multiple time as I tried to coordinate my limbs so that I could play. My father called me a silly little thing and worried for my soulmate who would have to bubble wrap me to keep me safe. I would laugh along, imagining a look of concern on a face-less figure on me hurting myself. It made me giddy and my heart race. I guess I liked formula 1 since I was merely a spectator.
It was only sometime later, was I able to save up money and buy tickets to a race. Me and my best friend, Sara, were going to the race together. I couldn't wait. I had bought all the prettiest outfits and gotten my hair and nails done. I couldn't sleep all night. We drove to the race, the weather had started warming up so I was wearing a white sun-dress. As soon as I got out of the car, the string on my hand became visible. My heart was thumping against my chest, my mouth felt dry and palms clammy. Before I could say anything, Sara announced that she was going to get us some snacks from the stand before we went inside and left for the food stands. I started walking forward, it was like I was being pulled. I couldn't control my excitement. I kept walking for a good 30 minutes, I could hear my phone ringing but I paid not heed. My eyes kept scanning the crowds, in hopes of finding my soulmate.
That was when my eyes landed on a man in an orange shirt with black shorts. His finger was on the other end of the string. I sprinted towards him, almost out of breath when I stopped. As if on queue he turned around and stared at me, a look of guilt in his eyes. It was Oscar Piastri, driver for McLaren. My heart leapt out of my chest, I knew there was a reason he was my favourite I thought; it was like the universe bringing us together. But why was he looking at me with so much guilt.
I raised my hand forward and introduced myself, "Hi! I'm Y/N Y/L/N, your soulmate." I smiled brightly. He took my hand and gave it a firm shake. I expected more I guess, maybe a hug or some more enthusiasm maybe it's because he's a celebrity, I thought. "I'm Oscar Piastri" He replied. Our string was glowing and so was my face, my cheeks hurt from smiling and I felt like I could faint any moment. He let go of my hand, "I'm sorry Y/N." he said. I was so confused as to why he was apologising. Before I could say anything, he continued, "I hope you will understand but I have a girlfriend I love deeply. We've been together for many years. I never believed in this soulmate thing, but I'm really sorry. We can't be together, I love her a lot." How could I have forgotten, Oscar had a girlfriend he had been dating since high-school. I had thought she was his soulmate but I guess fate isn't the only thing allowed to make choices.
Before I could say anything, I saw his girlfriend walk up to him and as he took her hand in his, leaving mine hanging beside me. I watched them walk away as he explained that I was a fan and wanted an autograph. She smiled and kissed his lips while he happily reciprocated. I stood there for a very long time, tears staining my cheeks and hands shaking before Sara came and tapped my shoulder. She was worried as to why I was crying, I told her I met Oscar. She seemed happy for me but little did she know that he just broke my heart as he walked away. She wiped away my tears and asked, "Shouldn't you be happy? Why do your eyes seem so sad?" I had no answer to that. I told her I didn't feel too well and that I was leaving. I couldn't stay here any longer when I had no place in his world, the world I dreamt of making ours seemed cold and devoid of any love or warmth. I wanted nothing more than to hide away from the cruel treacherous world for giving me a hope and dream that would never become real. It wasn't fair when everyone around me had found their soulmate and mine just left me standing in the middle of no where.
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âIâm gonna marry this woman.â
Summary: Cooper has a job to get to and (y/n) ends up looking after Janey for him when Barb isn't free leading him to realise that she's the woman for him.
Word count: 1.6K
Warnings: swearing, kissing, saying God not in the religious way (blasphemy I guess)
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Cooper wraps his arm around my waist as we walk through the park, Janey holding his hand on the other side. Cooper and I have been dating for over a year and at the start he tried to keep our relationship separate from Janey as he didnât want to make it too overwhelming for her after the divorce but now itâs been a while since we were officially introduced.
âThereâs an ice cream truck over there.â I point out. âJaney, do you want some ice cream?â I ask, looking over to her.
âYeah!â She smiles.
âCoop, do you want one?â I ask and he shakes his head.Â
âYou girls treat yourselves.â He says and then a ringtone comes from one of his pockets. âItâs work, Iâll be right back.â He gets his phone out and looks at who it is before walking a little bit away.
âCome on, Janey.â I invite. âLetâs get some ice cream.â I say as she takes my hand, which always makes my heart warm a little. âWhat flavour would you like?â
She examines the board of ice cream flavours before announcing her choice. âToffee, please.â
âGood choice.â I smile, before walking up to the ice cream stand and buying her toffee ice cream and a strawberry one for myself. âThere you go. Donât drop it.â I pass it to her gently as she takes it and we walk over to a bench, sitting down and waiting for Coop to finish his call.
âWhatâs daddy doing?â She asks, enjoying the ice cream.
âOh, he just got a call from work, maybe a new acting role.â I say and she smiles. âHe should be back soon.â
âDid you know I used to act with daddy sometimes in the ads he used to do?â She says proudly.
âOh really? Wow, youâre a little superstar.â I smile, Cooper walking back over not long after.
âHow was the call?â I ask, as he walks over. âAny good news?â
âMixed. Mixed.â He repeats.
âWhat does that mean?â
âWell, the good news is they wanna hire me.â
âThatâs great, Coop.â I interrupt, jumping to my feet and wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug with a bright smile.
âYou havenât heard the bad news yet.â He warns, pulling back with a slightly frown. âThey need me on set in an hour to sort out some sizing and contract stuff.â
âWhatâs wrong with that?â I ask.
âI already called Barb and she canât take Janey for the afternoon so I canât go.â
âI could look after Janey for you.â I offer.
âI canât ask you to do that.â He says.
âYouâre not asking, Iâm insisting. If youâre okay with it of course.â I smile as his hands find their place on my waist.
âIf thatâs alrightâŚâ He gives in after a few moments with a hint of a smile. âGod, I love you, woman.â He says, pressing a kiss to my lips with a full grin now. âIâll go check with Janey, if thatâs alright. Iâm sure she wonât have a problem with it, she adores you but I should anyway.â I nod, letting him go.
âIâve got a job I gotta go to, sweetheart and mommy canât look after you for the afternoon. Is it alright if I take you girls home and you stay with (y/n) for a little while?â She nods quickly with a smile, a resounding yes making Cooper chuckle.
âI think thatâs a yes, (y/n).â I laugh.
âLetâs go then, we donât want you to be late.â I say with a smile.
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âI should be back around 5:00, 6:00 at the latest.â He reassures me.
âBabe, donât worry about it, weâll be fine, take as long as you need.â I press a kiss to his cheek. âGood luck. Weâll see you later.â I press a kiss to his other cheek and wave with Janey as he drives away. âCome on, sweetheart. Letâs go inside. What do you wanna do?â I ask, taking her hand as we go inside.Â
âI wanna show you my room and my stuff.â She drags me towards her room, picking up various toy cowboys and horses that they ride. âYou have so much cowboy stuff? Does your dad buy them for you?â
âYeah. Weâve got matching cowboy outfits.â She says before diving into her draws and pulling out two matching outfits, one clearly an adultâs size whilst the other fits Janey. She begins to put it on above her clothes and I drop the cowboy hat on her head gently. âYou should put daddyâs one on so we can match!â
âReally? You donât think heâd mind that I was stealing his clothes?â I tease with a small smile.
âIsnât that his jumper you're wearing?â She giggles.
âI guess you're right, Iâm sure he wouldnât mind.â I say, putting the outfit on until we look like matching cowboys.
After a while of playing, I make some food for the both of us and a portion in the microwave for Cooper as it nears the time he said he would be home. Some tomato pasta that we eat while still wearing cowboy outfits. I chuckle as Janey gets some of the pasta sauce around her mouth, passing her one of the tissues to wipe her mouth with.
Cooper stands outside, about to open the door but looks through the window seeing Janey and I eating the pasta. A smile almost fills his face as he tries to cover his smile, mumbling to himself.
âIâm gonna marry this woman.â He whispers, sounding more like a stereotypical cowboy than ever before opening the door and walking in. âHowâre my two favourite girls doing?â He grins as Janey runs towards him as he opens his arms to hug her.
He mimes the tipping of a cowboy hat at me with a small smirk and I shake my head, silently saying âdonât askâ but smiling softly.
âHow did the job go?â I ask, walking over to him by the door, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
âGood, first role Iâve got in a while.â He mumbles. âJust an ad but everything counts.â
âIâm so proud of you.â I smile, hugging him tightly, Janey doing the same despite not entirely understanding the context.
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Cooper pours two glasses of wine, expensive wine, a celebration if you will after Janeyâs gone to bed. Janey went to sleep in the cowboy outfit and made me promise not to take mine off so, being a loyal woman, I happily keep it on.
âCheers to you, baby.â I smile, lifting my glass into the air as he does the same, clinking the glasses.
âCheers.â He laughs, taking a sip before putting his glass back down on the coffee table. âI wanna ask you something and you gotta promise not to freak out.âÂ
Iâm intrigued, sitting on the edge of my seat already smiling slightly but nervous. âIs it bad?â I ask, the anticipation now killing me.
âNah, nothing bad, sweetheart, I promise.â
âOkay. I canât promise I wonât freak out but Iâll try not to.â I say, watching him intently as he leans before kneeling on the ground in front of me. âCooper, what are you doing?â I laugh with a smile. âGet up, youâll spill the wine!âÂ
He kneels with one leg up, the other against the floor.
â(y/n) (l/n).â He starts and Iâm still confused by what heâs doing. âI donât have a ring but I thought this was the perfect moment to ask, will you marry me?â
I stand up, hand over my mouth, entirely shocked as I look down at him smiling up at me.
âCooper, this better not be a fucking joke.â I warn, tears collecting in my eyes as I look down at his serious yet smiling face.
âItâs not, darlinâ I promise. After seeing you with Janey today, dressed up as cowboys making her pasta I just knew you were the one for me. I only regret not getting you a ring and asking you sooner.â He grins.
I stand absolutely frozen, standing up in front of him as a tear goes down my cheek.
âWhy would you propose to me while Iâm dressed like a cowboy?â Is the first thing I say, slightly muffled by my hand and he just laughs.
âI had to.â He kneels before me, without a ring but with all the right words. âWill you marry me?â
âYeah, yeah, Coop, of course.â I say, overwhelmed with emotions, happiness being the dominant one but tears still in my eyes. âOh my god.â I say as he rises to his feet wrapping his arms around me as I wrap my arms around his neck, as close as we could possibly get. âI canât believe you.â I mumble into his shoulder.
âI love you so so much and so does Janey, youâre just so perfect for me.â He says and I could swear I hear a voice crack.
âI love you too. I canât believe you though. What am I gonna say when people ask what the proposal was like? That I was dressed like a cowboy?âÂ
âI think youâre worrying about the wrong things right now, sweetheart.â He chuckles.
âI know. I canât even begin to process the fact weâre getting married.â I press a kiss to the side of his neck. âOh my god, I love you. I love you. I love you.â I place a kiss for everytime I say âI love youâ and he just smiles, taking the kisses.
âI must be the happiest man in the world right now.â He says with a grin as wide as his face.
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AN: I hope people aren't getting bored of Fallout fics because I am not.
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What Now? | Eddie Munson
pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem Reader
summary:Â PART 2-- Eddie helps you deal with your break up.
warnings: none
word count: 1.1k
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"Uh, I guess you're wondering why I'm walking to your place at 10pm in the pouring rain," I tried to make a joke but it came out soft and broken.
"A little bit but I'm not gonna push you. You can tell me when youâre ready," The softness and sincerity in his voice makes me wanna start crying all over again. God why does he have to be so perfect all the time?
"Jamie um,â I pause, the wound still too fresh to speak of, âBroke up with me."
"What?! Why??" I can picture the expression in his face without even looking, mouth open and brows furrowed. Almost like an angry dad scolding their child, I would laugh at the thought if I wasnât so damn sad right now.
"They said they had shit to work on and that having a partner would hold them back and they'd feel like they were lying to me if we kept going."
"Bullshit,â I wasnât expecting this reaction out of him, âI donât believe that for a second.â
"It's whatever, I just couldn't stay there and I canât go home because Robin has Vickie over for the weekend, Chrissy is at Jasonâs this weekend and apparently Nancy has an impromptu date with Johnathan, I was supposed to stay at Jamie's this weekend, but clearlyâŚâ
"You're staying here. No question. Do you need anything? Water? Tea?" He stands up and walks over to his small kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for something for me to drink.
"Honestly I just wanna get out of these clothes," And cry. But I donât say that because heâs seen me cry enough already.
"You can cry if you need to, you know. I wonât judge, itâs a perfectly understandable situation.â Can this man read my mind or something? I sure as shit hope not. I just nod and look down at my shaking hands, from either the cold, or sadness I canât quite tell.
âI'll put on some water for tea then start the shower for you," He pulls out his kettle from above his fridge, filling it with water and turning it on. Then he disappears into his room and returns a minute later with a t-shirt, crew neck and a pair of his boxers.
"I wasn't sure if you had stuff to wear so here are some options, towels are in the bathroom. I'll be out here if you need anything."
I grab the pile of clothes from him, "Thank you."
"It's nothing. Anything for you," His smile is infectious and a small one spreads to my face as well.
His words mean so much more to me than he can ever imagine. I get up off the couch and head to the bathroom to shower off the mixture of rain water and tears. As the water hits me, my brain keeps thinking of all the things Jamie and I did together; buying Gregory, going to Lolla, spending weekends watching Criminal Minds and eating ice cream. Before I know it I'm crying and I can't stop the tears. I donât know how much time has passed since I got in but I snap out of my crying fit when I hear a soft knock on the bathroom door.
I wipe my tears, as if it makes a difference with water pouring down on me, and clear my throat before speaking, âUh yeah?â
âSorry to interrupt but I was wondering if youâd eaten yet?â His voice is slightly muffled from the door and the sound of the water doesnât help either.
âI uh,â I pause before answering, I know that I havenât eaten since Jamie and I were gonna cook something at their place but I also know that Eddie will want to pay for the food and him allowing me to stay here is already too much, âYeah, I ate before I went over to Jamieâsâ
âHmm,â I hope he canât tell Iâm lying, âOkay.â
I let out a breath and go back to cleaning myself off, I need to get rid of their smell.
After my shower I put on his boxers and the crewneck he offered me. A genuine smile crosses my face when I notice itâs the same one he let me borrow in early August when we went to his lake house. But the happiness of the memory gets overshadowed by the thought of the fact that not only 4 hours before that I was in Chicago with Jamie, leaving Lollapalooza.
I shake my head and get rid of those thoughts before heading out to the living room with my dirty clothes in my hand. I see Eddie standing by his balcony door, hands in his pockets just staring out into the night sky. I watch him for a second and think about how someone like him can be so friendly and happy around me. Itâs confused me since the day we met.
It was the first day of freshman orientation and we were all in a small classroom waiting for our group mentor to show up and tell us about what weâd be doing this week. I chose to sit in the middle of the room but in a seat next to the wall so I could rest my back against it and watch the entire room.
As I sat there scanning the room my eyes landed on a handful of interesting people, some that Iâve recognized from orientation day, others who just had interesting clothes or hair, and then there was Eddie. There was just something about him, his long curly hair, his dark clothes, the chains hanging around his neck and off his plants, and those rings.
I couldnât help but stare, from what I could see he was clearly attractive and dressed very differently from what Iâve noticed most men wear. As I admired him from afar, our mentor came rushing in apologizing for being late. They had to make sure they had the right group since some people had to switch at the last minute.
We all turned our attention to the two mentors standing in the front as they talked about what the next few days were going to look like for us. I tried my best to retain the information but then they had us do a âget to know youâ game and my heart dropped. Iâve always hated talking about myself and what I enjoy and it seemed kind of redundant to say I like art seeing as though this is an art school. But the curiosity to find out more about the mysterious man across the room was too strong.
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Sex shop
pairing : bestfriend!jungkook x f.reader
genre : SMUT, fluff
warnings :masturbation, really bad description of sex shop & stuff (sorry), mention of sex toys (not used, maybe in part 2 who knows ;) hehe ), teasing, use of pet names, praising, marking, first time, love making, penetrative sex, unprotected sex ( wrap It up guys! ), creampie, slight cockwarming, THEY ARE CUTE UGH
best friends Íͥ⸠to lovers âĄ
words count : 4.2k
A/N : pls Iâm insane (the way I had to clean my search history) ,, sorry this is a whole mess. I donât know what I had in mind when I started writing this. I spent ages on this fic and ngl it didnât turn out how I wanted but I tried my best :). I wrote this there is a long time ago but I decided to edit it đ & sorry for my english.
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âsee you on monday!â you waved at Jungkook as he waved back driving away.
You sighed as you walk to your friend.
âso, today your boyfriend doesnât walk you home?â she teased.Â
âJungkook is not my boyfriendâ you blushed slapping her arm playfully.
"please you guys are always together. like always! Studying, hanging out together, shopping, lunch.. Except when heâs working on the weekends. He even sleep at your house.. Iâm asking myself what you guys do-â
You gasped slapping her arm lightly.
âwhat? Chaeyoung stop! donât say non-sense, weâre just..best friends.â you retorted looking down.
âyea yea whatever.â
Chaeyoung and you walked to your house, eating ice creams on your way.
âso what you wanna do?â you asked unlocking the front door.
âletâs just do nothing.â you laughed nodding.
You were laying on your couch scrolling though your social networks lazily when Chaeyoung suddenly jumped on you.
âYo look at this!â she shoved her phone to your face.
âwhat is it?â
âit talks about masturbation.â she explained.
âand what about it?â you asked confused.
âI read that some women masturbate with water pression.â your cheeks heated up at her sudden burst.
âw-why are you even reading this?â you handed her the phone back.
â just saw a girl from our promo repost this article.â she shrugged.
âthatâs really suprising. I mean Iâve never thought about masturbation with water pression. Like I mean, using toys are easier no?â you looked at her eyes wide open.
âoh my god stop!â you threw a pillow at her face as she caught it midway laughing.
âwait! Donât tell me you donât masturbate, do you?â you hesitated before answering.
âi-itâs kind of personal.â you muttered.
âugh stooooop weâre friends.. except you rather talk about it with your "best friend.â she wiggled her eyebrows teasingly.
âCan you just stop with him?â you groaned.
âso tell me.â she whined shaking your arm repeatedly.
âwell, yea.. like every other teenagers.â you cleared your voice making her grin.
âhow many toys do you have?â she asked curiously.
âok enough! this is so embarrassing.â you whined.
ânot at all.â finally letting go of your arm as she grab her soda can on the glass table in front of you both.
âi donât own any...â you muttered.
Chaeyoung chocked in her soft drink âyou donât?!â you shook your head.
âI donât need it so.. yea.â
She stared at you silently for awhile.
âyou should buy one.â
âwhy?â you laughed awkwardly.
âitâll be a new experience, another level of pleasure. And maybe itâll please you more than your fingers or whatever."
How can she talks so openly? you thought.
âi know a great little sex shop not so far from here!â she exclaimed.
âyou should check it out!â
âIâll think about it.â you said, wanting this conversation to end.
â â â˘*:・âŠ
You furrowed your eyebrows, bottom lip caught between your teeth, the pressure on your clit making you feel frustrated.
Your legs spread wide open, fingers going in and out of you slowly to tease you a bit.
Rubbing little circles with your thumb on the throbbing nerve trying to stimulate you a bit more.
10 minutes. 10 fucking minutes that you were trying to make yourself cum.
You didnât know if you were too tense, stressed or exhausted but these days you couldnât make yourself reach your highs. You groaned and gave up as you sigh annoyed getting up to wash your hand.
â
Later, you smiled as you sat on the edge of your bed, noticing a message from your best friend on your phone.
[20:42] kook : just arrived home, I hope you spent a nice afternoon. Youâre probably sleeping or watching something on Netflix without me :(Â
[20:44] y/n : hey yes i did. How was work? nahh Iâm gonna sleep. wanna wait for you next week to watch our serie :)
[20:45] kook : work was alright. ohhh thatâs my girl hehe canât wait for next week then!
[20:47] y/n : nice then. Youâre working all day tomorrow ?
[20:48] kook : yea unfortunately Iâm working all day :(
[20:49] y/n : ughh!! good luck for tomorrow. Go take a bath and rest idiot.Â
[20:51] kook: thanks princess! Sleep well too love ya âĄÂ
[20:53] y/n : hehe love you too âĄ
You let your body fell back on the mattress, smiling like an idiot at the small conversation.
Jungkook could always make you smile without even trying.
Noticing a early message from Chaeyoung, you opened it.
[18:57]Â Chae : here the address of the sex shop I talked about earlier : <address>. I know how curious you are sometimes đ hehe youâll tell me. xoxo
Your smile vanished when you thought about your little talk with Chaeyoung.
âokâ you sighed deeply.
âIâll go to this shop tomorrow.â
â â â˘*:・âŠ
Waking up with the warm sunlights caressing your body gently. You stretched out groaning at the sore muscles.
You checked your phone. 1pm.
Well damn, that was a long sleep.
You decided to take a shower, eat lunch and get ready to âvisitâ this little shop.
â
Not wanting to be seen at such a place, you put a cap enough to hide your face a bit. You went for a oversized hoodie, a jean and a pair of vans.
Comfy.
You didnât know why you were so nervous to go there. Is it because youâre scared to meet someone you know there? Is it because youâre embarrassed to see all the stuffs youâll probably discover there? What type of things youâll find?
âCâmon thatâs just a shop y/n the fuck is wrong with you." you whisper-yelled to yourself before pulling your cap lower.
You took a deep breath as you put your hand on the knob of the door.
âLetâs go.â
Entering the place hesitantly, you looked at your surroundings. Deep red velvety walls, lights keeping the shop bright enough to make it less dark, shelves full of stuff you never knew the existence of.
The cashier welcomed you and you smiled at him politely.
Walking further through the shop, you noticed shelves filled with magazines, covers of obscene pictures of naked women and men making you cover your eyes feeling like a shocked and scared kid.
You blushed as you passed by lingeries hanging on the walls. Not lying to yourself, they were so pretty.
You brushed your fingertips gently over the soft materials, some velvety ones, lacy ones and other lingeries more⌠revealing.
Different boxes at the back of the shop intrigued you as you approached them.
Getting closer, you gulped feeling a little lump in you throat.
âwhat the fuck are these oh my goshâ you whisper-yelled completely shocked.
Not only vibrators were there, but anal plugs, anal beads, dildos, strap-on dildos , bdsm toys⌠handcuffs, ropes , flogger , whips, open mouth gag, blindfolds, spanking paddles, cock rings (pls help me!!), fleshlights âŚ
ânipple clamps? That sounds so painful.â you whined covering your chest.
âurethral sound? oh lord i donât even have a penis and I can feel the pain."Â you held your stomach, disgust painting your face.
âthe hell are these? rabbit vibrator? butterfly vibrator?⌠bondage hood?? h-how do people breath oh my-â
(little break, let me clean my horrible search history real quick and drink some water my head is spinning with all these new information lmao)
Looking around you noticed bondage furniture and other stuffs making you uncomfortable.
âChaeyoung is completely insane what the hell!â
âGood afternoon, how can I help you?â
AÂ really familiar voice could be heard behind you. You turned around only to see your best friend.
âJ-Jungkook!?â you said louder than you thought.
ây-y/n?! What are you doing here?â shock written all over his red face.
âIâm hm I.. wait! What are you doing here?â you said trying to avoid his question.
Jungkook stayed quiet, mouth opening but no words coming out.
Looking at his shirt, you noticed the logo of the shop on it. âyou work here?â
Your eyes widened as you glanced at his red ears.
âhm.. yes.â he replied, head down as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
 âOh.. thatâs why youâve never tell me more about your jobâŚâ you trailed out.
He nodded looking at you again.
âand you? What are you doing here huh?â he asked curiosity laced in his voice.
You chewed on your bottom lip, searching for an answer.
âso?â he smiled teasingly ears still red.
âyo stop with your weird thoughts!â you punched him on his shoulder.
âpersonal stuff.â you muttered.
âwell, I guessed itâs for personal stuff.â he looked around you smirking.
âoh shut up.â
âso what.. are you searching for?â you looked up at him shocked.
âeh thatâs my job calm down.â he laughed as you looked around searching for someone else than your best friend to help you.
âI .. hm.. I came for this!â you grabbed a random box on the shelve next to you not even looking at it.
âwow..is this for you?â Jungkook tried his best not to laugh.
âyes!â
ânever knew my bestie has a dick.â you looked down at the box .. cock ring.
You closed your eyes embarrassment washing over you. He laughed softly as you put the box back at his place quickly.
Looking for a diversion, you glanced behind him âhey whatâs that?!â you pointed at a random spot.
When Jungkook looked over his shoulder, you grabbed the box of a vibrator running away with it.
âwhat?â he turned back only to see that you werenât here anymore.
You stopped running, putting your hand over your heart as you tried to breath slower.
Looking up, you noticed that you were at the lingerie "boothâ. Your eyes stayed glued on one of them.
A black one exactly.
You touched the soft bra, fingers sliding on the lacy material. It was just so cute and sexy at the same time.
You shook your head walking at the front of the shop to the cashier.
After paying your product, the cashier told you with no shame to âhave funâ.
Gosh what a day.
â â â˘*:・âŠ
You groaned exasperatedly throwing your purchase on your bed, this one bouncing on the mattress and ending on the floor.
You decided to take a shower, letting the warm water caress his way down your body pleasantly, helping your muscles relax, washing the stress and shame away.
After your shower, you went downstairs opening your fridge to take a bottle of ice cold water. You needed something fresh to calm down from all the events that happened today.
You swallowed down the liquid, the cold water hitting your throat in a pleasant way.
You jumped when you suddenly heard knocks on your door startling you.
You furrowed your eyebrows checking your phone to see if Chaeyoung texted you announcing she was coming over but nothing.
Opening the door you were faced to the last person you wanted to see today. The embarrassment too âfreshâ to handle.
âHi.â Jungkook smiled shyly.
You looked down nodding acknowledging his presence.
âhm.. can I come in?â he asked after a few seconds.
âoh! yea yea of course.â you let him in, closing the door behind.
âso.. what bring you here?â you talked still avoiding his eyes.
âcanât I come visit my favorite best friend?â he tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow up playfully.
âyour one and only best friend.â you huffed.
âyep! my only one. mine.â he grinned cutely.
âyes. yours.â you smiled back this time looking at him, this one still smiling.
The atmosphere changed. You didnât know how, why but it changed.
Something in Jungkookâs gaze changed for a second before he cleared his throat.
The word âyoursâ affecting him a bit too much.
He couldnât think like that, no , youâre his best friend.
But he wanted you more than that. He wanted you to be his.
A pleasant silence settled as you stared at each other, his eyes on your lips time to time.
âCan I kiss you?â he breathed out.
It was so sudden yet so tempting.
âyes.â you whispered as he approached you taking your face in his hands gently before connecting his lips with yours.
He kissed you softly, his hand sliding down your side to rest on your hip.
Kissing him felt so magical. It felt so unreal.
Jungkook pulled away, resting his forehead on yours before chuckling.
âiâve never thought Iâd kiss my pretty best friend one day.â
You chuckled hiding your face on his chest. He pulled you closer, hugging you.
This hug wasnât like the others you shared before. This one was different. You could feel his heart beating faster when you wrapped your arms around him.
ây/n.â he spoke again.
You looked up at him waiting for him to continue.
âi.. i think.. Iâm in love with you.â his cheeks red from the confession.
âthink?â you teased.
He rolled his eyes smilling widely âIâm in love with you.â
âiâm in love with you too.â you said shyly before kissing his cheek.
He smiled before capturing your lips for another kiss, a sweet and loving one.
This time the kiss was longer, his hands creeping behind your back by your waist and tugging you closer onto his body.
The way your bodies were against each otherâs made you feel some type of way.
A feeling youâve never felt before. An unfamiliar feeling deep down in your stomach making you moan into the kiss as Jungkookâs hand went on your lower back pushing you harder on him.
He groaned feeling blood rushing down there. His growing boner pressed on your lower stomach.
You pulled away breathing heavily.
âI want you.â Jungkook whispered, his hands playing with the strings of your -his- hoodie.
âI want you too.â
You looked toward the stairs. Jungkook got the hint and took your hand in his walking upstairs.
It wasnât the first time he came into your bedroom but this time, it wasnât for studying, watching movies on your sleepovers or take napsâŚÂ no this time was different.
Jungkook closed the door before walking to you, taking your chin between his thumb and index.
He leaned down, his lips envelopping yours into a loving and slow kiss again.
He started leaving little pecks, his lips trailing down to your jawline, to your neck sucking gently on the soft skin.
You walked backward to your bed letting your body fall on it pulling Jungkook in the process on top of you. He giggled softly as you caressed his cheek softly.
Your fingers went down, playing with the buttons of his shirt before unbuttoning them slowly one by one while looking into his eyes. He helped you taking it off completely throwing it away.
He bent down, lips on the side of your neck pressing light kisses, his hands sliding under your hoodie.
âcan I?â he said gently pulling at the hem of the garment.
You nodded before sitting and raising your arms up. Jungkook chuckled pulling it off your beautiful body.
You suddenly froze, realizing that you were half-naked in front of him.
Your hands flew directly to your bra-covered breasts. If you felt exposed with your underwear on, you wondered how youâll feel naked.
âdonât be shy.â Jungkook said softly.
âEasy to say when you donât have breasts.â you muttered.
âi do have breats! But theyâre super flat..itâs like theyâre non-existent.â he said playfully palming his pecs.
âoh gosh stop.â you laughed slapping his arm.
Jungkook laughed too before taking your hands in his.
âlook at me.â he started âyour body is so beautiful. You are so beautiful. Donât be shy around me. You know you can trust me and be yourself with me. So donât hide from me.â you locked eyes with him, his words making your heart skip a beat.
No one ever talked like that with you.. about you.
You nodded with a smile decorating your lips.
âThatâs my girlâ he said as he peck your forehead.
He laid you down again gently, hands wandering on the bare skin, so soft as his fingertips caress their way up and down, goosebumps raising after their journeys.Â
Jungkook lowered his head, his soft lips on your collarbone starting leaving open mouth kisses and little love bites there and then.
His mouth cascaded down on your chest, sucking on the sensitive skin to leave little reddish and purplish flowers.
He continued his way down, kissing every part he could, not forgetting to leave little marks proving that he has worshipped your beautiful body as it should.
He stopped when he reached your panties, looking up at you, a silent request to have your permission to take it off.
You hesitated for awhile, rethinking about his words. You did trust him. A lot. More than yourself perhaps? But being this exposed was really difficult for you.
Were you ready for this step?
âIf youâre not ready or if youâre uncomfortable itâs ok princess, we can stop.â you heard him speak again pushing you out of your thoughts.
âtake it off.â you answered.
âAre you sure?â he asked.
âYes.â you lifted your hips a little bit as he dragged the soft material off your legs.
âso pretty.â Jungkook murmured as he caressed your thighs.
He took his time adorning them with love bites and hickeys, making them look even prettier at his eyes.
His face got higher, just above your most sensitive part.
He kissed your clit gently making you hiss. The new sensation so good making it throb, anticipation growing more and more.
The need to close your legs really tempting. And thatâs exactly what you did.
Jungkook got off the bed to get rid of his pant.
You immediately looked away when he glanced at you, hands on the waistband of his boxer ready to push it down.
He blushed thinking about the fact that it was also his first time being naked in front of someone.
He still chuckled at your shyness murmuring a quiet âcute.â
Jungkook hissed as he finally freed his cock from his confinement, the sensitive tip hitting the air before slapping against his stomach.
You breath hitched when you felt the bed dip again signaling that Jungkook was back.
He made sure you were confortable, pillows behind your head, blanket over your bodies as you suggested for more âintimacyâ.
Jungkook hovered you before talking again âare you nervous?â.
You gulped before letting a small yes escape from your mouth.
âAre you?â Jungkook nodded.
Both of you knew it was both your first time.
âIf youâre not ready we can stop.â you said softly.
He smiled shyly nodding ây/n we can stop at any moment. Understood?â
You nodded hand cupping his cheek, thumb caressing the cheekbone.
Jungkook positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock rubbing teasingly on your folds making you moan.
â´k are you sure?â he asked one last time.
You nodded before he stopped you, shaking his head.
âI need a verbal approval y/n.â
âIâm sure and I want you to be sure too.â you said softly making him hummed.
âoh wait wait!â Jungkook exclaimed.
âwhat is it?â you asked confused many scenarios creating in your head ready to make you panick.
âbe my girlfriend. no! I mean, w-would you like to be my girlfriend?â you chuckled at how cute he was.
âIâd love to Kookâ you pecked his lips making him smile widely, eyes turning into little crescents.
Jungkook started entering you slowly and carefully making sure not to hurt you, checking up on your facial expressions time to time.
You gripped on his bicep hard as it started to burn. The unfamiliar intrusion uncomfortable.
You hissed, the pain making his presence more and more.
âare you ok? Do you want me to stop? Pull out? I can st-â
âiâm good donât worry, keep going slowly please.â you whispered.
Jungkook peppered kisses on your cheek and neck, to distract you from the pain of the stretch as he pushed in deeper until he completely bottomed.
You groaned, tears forming in your eyes âshh, youâre doing so well darling.â
He caressed your cheeks a bit concerned âTell me when I can move yea?â
On the other side, Jungkook suffered in his own way.
He scrunched his nose, bottom lip trapped between his teeth at the warm tightness around him so foreign, his mind going wild.
You took a deep breath, trying to surpass the burn down there.
You nodded gesturing him to move again. This one, thrusted in and out slowly, taking his time not to hurt you and enjoy the new sensation around him.
He groaned as he started feeling this exciting and pleasuring feeling making his cock twitched inside you.
You moaned softly, the pain fading away and the pleasure coming gradually.
The burn was still there but it was bearable, it felt good as Jungkook continued his slow moves.
âJ-Jungkookâ you breathed out hand gripping his bicep tightly nails digging into the flesh.
âyou ok princess?â he whispered against your lips.
âIt f-feels good.. you feel so goodâ your eyelids getting heavy, trying your best to keep your eyes on him.
He looked so handsome. On top of you, lips swollen with all the kisses exchanged, a light blush decorating his cheeks, his ears red, chest gleaming with sweat, little droplets formed on his foreheadâŚ.. so ethereal.
As Jungkook continued moving in and out of you, the pleasure took over, the painful burn long forgotten.
Your hands travelled to his back, fingernails were buried into the soft flesh of his muscular back drawing little crescents.
âyouâre doing so good baby. so good for me.â he caressed your cheek.
Jungkook took his time making love to you, nibbling on your earlobe lightly as he whisper sweet nothings into your ear.
You scratched his back as he gripped your thigh lifting it a bit getting deeper inside you.
âfuck please donât stop.â you whimpered voice cracking, his length rubbing deliciously against your warm velvelty walls.
The wet and warm feeling around him made him feel lightheaded. You felt too good to be true.
He pressed butterfly kisses on your jawline, his lips travelling down leaving beautiful dark red flowers on your neck, continuing his path to your collarbone biting it lightly enough to form a little mark. âso pretty.â he whispered more to himself.
He let out a low groan as you clenched around him âfuck!â he rolled his hips sensually grazing over your sweet spot making you whined out loudly.
You ran your fingers through his soft locks. You squeezed your eyes shut, letting your head fall back into the pillows as Jungkook hit deeper.
Art. Just art. You looked like a masterpiece.
All covered up with hickeys, the red and purple marks on your skin making his eyes sparkling with lust, admiration and love.
âyouâre so beautiful. so beautiful all marked up.â he said fingers running over the little bruises he left. âmine. youâre mine.â
The vein of his neck was prominent as he moaned when you tightened around him, the pressure making him weak to a point âbaby d-donât stop clenching p-please.âÂ
âJungkook I think Iâm- fuck.â you moaned feeling the knot in your lower stomach tighter, your heart beating faster as the pleasure propagated inside you.
Jungkook placed your calve over his waist, he cupped your jawline, his lips barely touching yours as he whispered âcum for me love.â
He furrowed his eyebrows at the way your walls convulse around him. âfuck! Iâm so near!â
Jungkook slid his veiny hands up your arms until they reached your hands, pinning them at each side of your head as he tangled your fingers together.
The sweet little gesture making your heart stop.
He bent down to press kisses on the sensitive marked-skin of your neck. His touches overwhelming you.
Butterflies finally blooming into your lower stomach as you came around him.
The sudden wave of pleasure forming tears in your eyes as they slid down your cheeks. His name leaving your throat in a high pitched moan.
Your soft moans pushed him over the edge of his own release, he moaned deeply as he came inside you, filling you up to the brim.
The warm cum made you sigh as you let your body relax against the soft sheet.
âi love you.â he pushed stands of hair out of your face.
Heat rushed to your cheeks, the three words making your heart melt.
âi love you.â you whispered softly, caressing the back of his head gently.
Jungkook buried his face into the crook of your neck, his breath tickling you.
You chuckled, hand stroking up and down his back to soother the scratched skin. He looked up at you before pecking the tip of your nose.
ââm tired.â you mumbled yawning.
âletâs get you clean up first cutie.â
He was about to pull out when you groaned pulling him down on you. âletâs stay like this please?â shyness showing up again.
âas you wish princess.â
He laid a kiss on your temple before turning around on his back, pulling you on top of him. His slow heartbeats and an last I love you were the last thing you heard before drifting off in his warm embrace.
a beautiful relationship started and probably a wild one âŚ
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a/n : not a frequent f2l fic right? I hope i did good - a part 2? I love writing fluffy smut since Iâm a romantic person đ sorry sorry. Anyways, thanks for reading luvs. Take care of yourselves :)
+ I forgot to add that jk and reader are both college students and itâs a part job for Jungkook.
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the first ice cream cone
SUMMARY: You take Malleus on an ice cream date! Except...something doesn't go as planned.
CHARACTERS: Malleus Draconia
WARNINGS: None!!
COMMENTS: I wrote this for a friend, but someone on quotev requested something for Malleus too!! I hope you enjoy it (and I have a baking oneshot in the works too C:)
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Youâd done some research before taking Malleus out on a date, asking Lilia what he seemed to like the most whenever they went on their outings. Lilia seemed amused at your question, but humored you with a slice of knowledge.
âHe loves ice cream. Itâs his favorite!â Lilia hummed, sipping on the tomato juice you brought him as a bribe, âJust donât buy him any cake to go with itâthe last time I bought him a cake, he ate the entire thing. He had really bad heartburn and has now sworn off of them.â
Now here you were. Standing outside of a nearby ice cream shop with a terrifyingly strong dragon man on your arm. He didnât seem like it though, his eyes wide and full of wonder.
âChild of manâŚâ he shook your arm gently, âIs this an ice cream shop?â
âYes! I was hoping itâd be a good first date ideaâŚI even talked to Lilia to make sure I wouldnât do anything wrong.â you nodded, proud of your planning.
âItâs wonderful.â a smile flickered across his face, âShall we?â
You dragged him inside first, insisting on paying with the limited amount of money Crowley had allowed you this week. Youâd been saving up for a few weeks just in case, so anything Malleus wanted to try on this date would be his.
âFascinating.â his stare was owlish as he blinked at the two scoop cones he ordered.
âI was surprised you went for pistachio.â you hummed, leading him to a bench outside.
âI was curious. Iâve never had this flavor before.â he eyed it up before taking a lick.
You watched him eat for a bit before you remembered your own ice cream, still watching him. He never looked this peaceful when he was in school, likely because Sebek and Silver would trail him constantly. You were lucky you could sneak him away for a little bitâthereâs no doubt Sebek was probably losing his marbles over Malleusâ disappearance right now.
âThank you for getting me away for a little while.â he said, placing a hand over yours.
âItâs no problem. You deserve it.â you wrapped your fingers around his hand and squeezed.
He chuckled, but said nothing else. You two enjoyed the ice cream and the quiet bustling of the outside world, without Lilia or Sebek or Silver or Ace or Deuce. Or Grim, actually. Especially Grim.
âOh.â Malleus huffed, sounding alarmed.
You glanced over, watching as he clutched his head dramatically.
âIs everything okay?â you placed your hand on his back, watching him closely just in case he decided to pass out on you.
âChild of manâŚI believe I have been poisoned. My headâŚis collapsing.â he groaned, his grip on his ice cream cone beginning to crush the wafer.
âAre youâŚare you talking about a brain freeze?â you furrowed your brow, baffled at one of the strongest mages crumpled over at your feet from a little brain freeze.
âWhat is that? Will my brain turn to ice? I assure you, I am not so weak as to collapseââ
âMalleus.â
âI can handle myself. I shall consult the library as soon as possible so this disease cannot fester.â
âMalleus.â
âChild of man, I thank you for the brief pleasantries we shared before there was an attack on my life.â
âMalleus, listen to me.â you grabbed his arms, pulling him up, âItâs not fatal. A brain freeze is harmless. Itâll be gone in a minute. I promise.â
Malleus halted his dramatic hand movements staring at you in wonder.
âChild of man, your knowledge knows no bounds. I feel better already.â
You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed deeply.
Well, it wouldnât be Twisted Wonderland if you could go on a normal date.
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2024 Villainâs Festival: Jude Jazza Bonus Story Part 2 â
Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. *I don't know what happened today, but I was exhausted and for some reason, part 2 was extremely difficult to translate. I had to edit the entire thing three times, so I apologize if the translation isn't as smooth as it could be. But I hope you still enjoy our sadistic fairy in part 2 âĽď¸
In the meantime, Jude and I decided to have breakfast, so we visited a nearby park.
I sit down on the grass with a good view and take a bite of the bread that was just handed to me.
Kate: MmâŚ.delicious!
Kate: The bread served at Crown Castle is good, but I like the buttery flavor of the bread here!
Jude: Well, good for ya.
Kate: By the way, Jude, you know a lot about the bread I like, donât you?
Jude: It's a basic part of business to learn people's tastes and preferences. Ya were just in my head because ya were being so loud.
Jude: Instead, there's no hope for ya, I'll take ya around on my own today.
(Jude is willing to spend time with me, even if it's for money.)
Jude would be able to forcefully take the necklace from me.
But instead of doing that, he is following the rules and trying to steal my heart.
(Jude is a man who keeps his promises, no matter what they are.)
Kate: Jude, I'm going to make some  conditions for you to take my heart.
Jude: Conditions? You're so high and mighty, tellinâ people what to do. Since when did ya become such a big woman?
Kate: Because the heart is invisible, so I think it's better to have some kind of clear goal.
Jude: Tell me.
Kate: Food that I will never forget, food that Iâll truly enjoy, and will want to continue to eat.Â
Jude: Find thisâŚâŚ.
Jude: Thatâs too many conditions.
Kate: Because with fewer requirements, you would find them too quickly Jude.
Jude: TchâŚ..Letâs go.
From then until sunset, Jude took me around to various shops.
Jude: OiâŚ. You've got to stop this. Why canât I pass the review?
Kate: Jude, It's true that the food at the restaurant you introduced me to is delicious, right?
Kate: However, if you ask me if I would go there myself, I would say...
The shop Jude introduced me to has slightly higher prices than the shops I usually go to.
Of course, the taste is guaranteed to be worth the price, but it's difficult to buy it myself so often.
(However, since he spent so much time introducing various things, I guess it would be better to let him pass the review...)
(It's already late and I'm getting full from eating so much...)
Kate: Jude, thank you for your time today.
Kate: Well, as a thank you for keeping me company all day, I'd like to give you the necklace... ....
Jude: Thatâs different from the first condition. There's no point in acceptinâ it like that.
Surprisingly, Jude did not accept my necklace.
Jude is very rule-abiding and disciplined.
(But I'd like to give something backâŚ..)
(âŚ.thatâs it.)
Kate: Jude, we've been walking a lot, so why not have something cold to eat at the end? My treat.Â
I told Jude to wait for me and bought some ice cream from the street corner.
Kate: It's much cheaper than the food that you introduced me to today Jude, but...
I handed one to Jude, who accepted it without a word.
Kate: HmâŚdelicious! After a long day of walking, something cold and sweet hits the spot.Â
Jude: Well, that's about right.
When I was looked at Jude from the side, our gazes collided with each other.
Jude: Isn't it bad manners to stare at other people eatinâ?
Kate: Because I was so happy to see your âitâs delicious faceâ that I just couldn't resist, Jude.
Kate: It's cheap and easy to buy, so you can eat it like this over and over again.
Kate: Next time I eat it, I will surely remember today!
Jude: You're such a long-winded princess, aren'tcha?
Kate: What?
Jude: The conditions have been met.
I didn't mean to say much, but Jude chuckled.
Jude: Food that youâll never forget, food that youâll truly enjoy, and will want to continue to eat.
Jude: I've met all three. I wasn't told it was my job to find them.
Kate: HahaâŚ
Jude: There's nothinâ to laugh at.
Kate: When we first met today, Jude had changed the way he spoke, and I felt very uncomfortable.
Kate: JustâŚ.I'm so relieved to see that you're your usual self Jude.
Victor declared, "The supreme evil that steals her heart will be the winner.â
The title of the greatest evil is worthy of the current Jude, who never gave up on winning until the very end.
Kate: Please. It's the necklace I promised you.
Jude: Hah....... I can't believe it took me this long to get here, I didn't attack this right the first time.
Jude: Ya weren't satisfied with the kind young man you see in romance novels.
Jude: You'll be happy if I torture ya like I always do, wonâtcha?
Kate: Thatâs an improper expression!
Jude: There's no such thing as an improper expression, is there Princess?
Kate: Itâs differâŚ.
I hastily swallow the denial that almost leaves my mouth.
(Because if I deny Jude's words now.âŚ.)
(âŚâŚI was satisfied, not because I like to be tortured)
(I liked Jude as he was, not as a nice young man.)
Jude: I knew it.
Mr. Jude throws a ridiculing look at me as I remain silent.
I gave my heart to an arrogant fairy who shot me with his gaze.
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meet the addams.
previous part.
summary âł the bat family meets the addams family
pairings âł jason todd x addams!male reader
warnings âł fluff, strong language, pet names, hesitant bruce, weapons, typical addams family behavior ( homicide, dark humor, weird, etc ), jason and reader being a simp for each other, the addams being wholesome as always, implied readerâs atheism (i think the entire addams are atheist tbh), mention of torture
authorâs note âł wow, hades updated !! shocking, i know. i'm sorry for the long hiatus and inactive, i wasn't okay and it was difficult for me to write when my mind was in such a messed up state. mental health can be a bitch, you know :D i'm trying to recover, and went back on writing again. hope this was a good comeback.
Letting his family meet you hadnât crossed Jasonâs mind at all until that very day when his annoying older brother caught him by the ice cream truck buying a dark chocolate and a mint chocolate flavored ice cream.
Dick was on officer duty patrol in undercover civilian clothes that afternoon, walking around the streets of Gotham in hopes of catching some shady business going around the city or just someone doing a simple act that goes against the law, being a good police officer that he is. Though, instead of seeing criminals like he assumed he would, his most rebellious little brother dressed in bad boy-ish clothes as usual buying ice creams caught his eyes.
He was supposed to walk right past since there really is no reason to approach Jason, but seeing him sit down next to a mysterious, old fashioned, well-dressed, expensive looking guy in all black with sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose and give the dark chocolate flavored ice cream to? Now, Dick certainly canât walk past without knowing about you because heâs a little shit who just canât help but stuck his nose into his brotherâs business. That and, well, he also found you really cool. Thereâs not a thing in this world that can stop Dick Grayson from wanting to befriend someone who seems cooler than the Dark Knight himself.
So, in all his glory, Dick approached Jason with his usual charming smile dancing across his lips.
âOh, god...â Jason groaned in annoyance as soon as he spotted the grinning male, rolling his eyes. Peace seems to never be an option whenever he takes you around the city for simple walks.
âJason, are you uttering your all fatherâs name religiously or simply as an expression as of the moment?â Your elegant yet soothing, deep voice speaks out a sentence composed of well thought words and syllables, innocent curiosity behind the gentle tone.
Dick takes a mental note that your way of speaking sounded similar to the way humanity used to speak centuries ago, when everything was still old-fashioned and technologies hardly ever existed. It made him feel like you came from the past, as if he was witnessing the existence of a time traveler. Stopping in front of you two, he gives you a charming grin as soon as your eyes catches his. A hint of curiosity and wonder flashed within them behind the dark shades of your sunglasses before they were gone in an instant, replaced by a questioning look instead.
âMay I help you?â You simply asked, but Dick doesnât fail to notice the sudden drop in your previously soft tone and the piercing, calculated gaze holding wariness as well as subtle suspicion.
âSorry, Iâm Dick Grayson. I was curious about the person Jayâs hanging out with, I couldnât help myself but approach.â He elaborates himself while trying his best to ensure he wasnât a threat through body language, relaxing his figure. âIâm sorry if I freaked you out a little.â
Recognition flashed in your face, brows raising only barely to show subtle surprise, âJasonâs older brother. The nameâs (Y/n) Addams. Itâs a pleasure to finally meet you.â You smiled, and even something just as simple as that looked graceful in Dickâs eyes.
Somewhat unsurprisingly, you were enchanting to look at as everything you do or say was captivating. How Jason managed to pull you was beyond him.
âNice to meet you too,â He says back with a soft smile.
Even though his little brother hasnât introduced you yet to their family, at least you seemed to know about them. Hopefully, nothing unpleasant has been said, but Dick doubts Jason would hide his trauma from you, considering how he was leaning to your side now subconsciously, as if being away from you will bring back awful memories.
He was worried about his practically traumatized-for-life little brother living alone, but it appears he didnât have to worry at all.
âWhat are you doing here, Dick?â Jason more of grumbled, annoyed that your date has been interrupted. Almost automatically, one of your hands move to settle itself on his thigh to give it a gentle and soothing rub to ease his growing annoyance, while the other held your dark chocolate ice cream that you had begun eating with clean manners. He relaxed in an instant after feeling your touch.
âI think you should introduce (Y/n) to our family, Jay.â Dick suggests with enthusiasm that didnât match Jasonâs, not really answering his question. âThey would want to know who youâre going out with. We can all have a dinner together!â There was excitement shining in his eyes as he shrugged his shoulders, trying to remain nonchalant despite his body language practically screaming excited.
Your lover groans, âWhy the hell do they have to know who Iâm going out with?â
Amusement crosses your face as you smirked, licking off the small bits of ice cream that got on your lips. âI wouldnât be opposed to that. Iâm certain my family will be more than happy to meet them.â Jason gives you a look, to which you responded with an innocent smile. âOh, mon amour. What could go wrong? I have been looking forward to meet your family, but youâve never considered to bring me there. Itâs a little concerning how you seem too hesitant to let them meet me.â You pout, feigning sadness.
Your lover widens his eyes, panic appearing in them as he gripped your hand that was on his thigh after realizing what you were implying. âThatâs not what it looks like, babe! I just donât want you to meet them âcause they can be a bit unbearable. Bruce is the worst person you could ever meet,â He scrunched his nose. âItâs not you I donât want them to meet, itâs them I donât want you to meet. Thereâs a difference. Youâre never the problem.â
You chuckled at his quick attempt of elaboration.
Jason feels his cheeks redden at how deeply elegant and amazing your laugh sounded; it never fails to make his heart go haywire even after all this time. You manage to effortlessly make him fall in love with you deeper and deeper every day without even meaning to.
âWorry not, darling. I was just teasing you. Iâm far from upset.â Reassuring him, your hand gently cups his cheek to rub the skin comfortingly. âLet me meet them once youâve gotten rid of your doubts completely, my Jason. It isnât necessary to rush.â You then let go of his face to push some of his hair away from his forehead before leaning back to continue eating the ice cream.
Dick witnessed a starstruck smile spread across Jasonâs lips in an instant, the way his expression was so soft when looking at you, how his emerald eyes that usually held pent-up rage towards the world sparks brightly in love and adoration.
Huh. Heâs never seen his brother this happy and content.
Maybe you are Jasonâs one true love.
âDick,â Jason calls out after watching you eat your ice cream with a barely hidden happiness. You looked happy to meet one of his family even though you havenât said anything, and he was willing to throw away his pride if it meant making you happy.
âHm?â Dick hummed, smiling when Jason glanced at you and looked back at him.
âTell the others.â
That was all he needed to let out the excitement he was holding in, beaming at you two. âRight away, little bird!â He doesnât waste a time to pull his phone out of his pocket, âIâm going then. It was nice meeting you, (Y/n). Iâll text you when!â He waved his hand and walked away, already dialling Bruceâs number.
Jason watched him go incredulously. âDid he just come here to convince me to introduce you?â
You chuckle under your breath, âPerhaps. Your brother has sorted out his priorities well.â However, a frown appears on your lips when you turned to Jason. âDo you genuinely feel comfortable letting my family meet them? We could always cancel, mon amour. There are many other fascinating activities we can bother ourselves with.â
Jason felt his heart swell at your gentle tone and concerned eyes, making him feel loved in many different ways. You donât even realize that youâre slowly healing his troubled heart with simple things like this. He already knows you love him more than the Guillotine itself (which is a really big deal since nothing except him could ever beat your love for it) as youâve always told him before, but the way you treat him, talk to him, and look at him just adds so much weight on your words. You donât just tell him you love him â you show it in the most perfect, best, casual ways.
Intertwining his hand with yours, he brought it up to rest on his chest, hiding how overwhelmed he was with the love for you. âLike what, sweetheart?â Faint amusement laced his tone as he already knew the answer.
âLike slicing or shooting criminals, of course.â You winked before bringing your intertwined hands to press a kiss on his knuckles.
Jason laughs, and you admired the way he threw his head back to let the sound escape. âKnew you would say that!â He wheezed, before calming down to kiss your knuckles just like you did to his. âBut itâs really fine, (Y/n). I want to introduce you and your family to mine.â His expression then turns apologetic, â âm sorry if it seemed like I was keeping you in the shadows.â
You shake your head and leaned in to capture his lips in a peck, a gesture to let him know you didnât mind. âIf you were keeping me in the shadows, we wouldnât be having a date out in the open where any of your family can see me. Donât be apologetic, chĂŠri. Iâm nowhere near upset.â
Letting a smile break out, Jason leans in to kiss you more longer this time before pulling away.
Just like that, you both sat on the bench and ate ice creams in comfortable silence, holding each otherâs hand.
Dick, Tim, Damian, Barbara, Cassandra and Stephanie all stood in front of the Wayne Manor with barely contained excitement, waiting for the infamous Addams family and Jason to show up.
Dick was mainly looking forward for his family to see the side of Jason no one had ever seen before, Tim was occasionally standing on his tiptoes to see if any car was nearing, and Damian was keeping himself still but his body practically trembled with excitement due to being a fan of your vigilante persona for a long time. Barbara had a smile on her face with a hint of nervousness, while Cassandra and Stephanie talked to each other to calm their nerves.
Even without research, the Addams family was quite the celebrity family in Gotham because of their richness that seemed to tie with Bruce Wayne, but moreover, they were rather infamous for being âweirdâ and gothic as those experts for minding businesses that arenât their own paparazzi claimed. The Wayne family didnât really need to dive into the deepest parts of internet in their computer; one newspaper â with the front cover of five people with gothic outfits standing in front of the big ass almost-castle-house â dedicated entirely to the weird family already helped.
Only thing they needed to research about was you, and surprisingly, it wasnât hard to find information about your vigilantism â which is how all of them realized not only was Jason dating the person Damian idolizes more than his own father, but also the one who brutally tortured and straight-up dumped Joker into Arkham Asylum. Needless to say, it kinda made sense to them that Jasonâs dating you, though Bruce wasnât pleased.
The gates being opened to a black limousine caught their attention, making Cass and Steph break their conversation to watch the car drive closer before eventually stopping in front of them. A butler, who took them by surprise due to his seemingly inhuman looks similar to the Frankenstein monster, got out to open the door.
A man wearing a black suit with white stripes was the first to come out of the limousine as he smiles cheerfully at them, helping his wife to step out. Cassandraâs jaw dropped at the beautiful woman with black, long and silky hair who gives them an enchanting, almost hypnotizing smile.
Next to step out were a boy wearing black and white striped shirt and a girl who had her hair braided on two sides. The boy gave them an all too adorable friendly smile, but his sister only held a blank face as she observed each of the Wayne members. Finally, Jason got out together with you, all of them noticing your intertwined hands.
Your lover raised his brows, âWhy are you all here?â
âWell, Bruce said we didnât have to, but we wanted to welcome you here.â Dick shrugged, nodding at you. âGood to see you again, (Y/n).â
âLikewise, Dick.â You smile. âGreetings, ladies, gentlemen. The nameâs (Y/n). This are my parents Gomez and Morticia,â Your parents greet them with a nod and friendly smile. âAnd my siblings Wednesday and Pugsley.â Pugsley waves his hand, enthusiastic to meet Jasonâs family, while Wednesday crosses her arms above her chest and simply nods without a word.
Dick was grinning at your siblings because of their adorableness, not even the slightest bit bothered by Wednesdayâs lack of emotion. Cassandra and Tim were gawking at Gomez and Morticia, how they seem so perfect and gorgeous, not only each on their own but together as well. Stephanie and Barbara beamed at you while Damian observed Wednesday and Pugsley, but there wasnât any hint of malice or bad intention in his eyes â just curiosity. The Addams family sure are good looking individuals.
âUh â hi,â Tim was the first to speak out of the Wayneâs, awkwardly waving his hand because of the fact he felt as if the Addams were ethereal beings due to their beauty. âYou... You all look beautiful. Iâm surprised.â
Wednesdayâs brows raised as you tilted your head slightly to the side, looking confused. Morticia and Gomez exchanges a glance from not knowing what to say, while Pugsley smiled nicely at Tim despite the truth of being called beautiful feels like an insult. Yours and your familyâs reaction immediately worried the Wayne children; none of you seemed pleased or happy with the compliment Tim gave, in fact, you kind of looked offended.
Seeing his siblings getting worried that they mightâve done something wrong, Jason clears his throat to catch everyoneâs attention and successfully did so. âWhat he means is you all look deadly and loathsome. He wasnât trying to offend you in any way, he just isnât used to our ways of compliment.â He elaborated with a genuine look, and his siblings looked taken aback that he seemed really calm and gentle with you and your family. Jason have always had anger issues; his rage was explosive everywhere he goes and the main victims of it were criminals, but sometimes it was directed entirely at Bruce because of their unpleasant history.
He was never known as a calm person even in the family. Always seemed on edge, like a walking bomb thatâs ticking every second, unknown by people how to stop it from exploding so suddenly. However, as Jason stands with you holding your hand tightly, his entire demeanor was almost completely different from what his family was used to. He was as calm as a wind that caresses the Mother Nature so softly in fear of disturbing her and as gentle as anyone who holds a little kitten in their hands â there was no ticking time bomb, just a soft man caring and pouring his heart and love out to his awesome lover. Jason looked comfortable around you and your family, extremely to the point that he hadnât noticed practically calling himself an Addams. It made his siblingsâ hearts swell with happiness.
âOh,â Morticia sighed in relief, and even just that felt and looked so heavenly. âWeâre sorry, my dear. We werenât aware of that. I was afraid you found us tolerable.â
Tim chuckles, not really knowing what to say. He was visibly confused, though from what he was able to pick up on, negative comments seems to be taken as positive ones in your family. While most of them were confused just like Tim, Damian quickly understood how compliments worked within the Addams and smirked fondly.
Dick finally gathers his thoughts to clear his throat, âWell, letâs go in now, shall we?â
As your family nodded in sync, you turn to Jason while fixing your collar with the empty hand. âLove, do I look menacing? I have to look presentable when meeting your father. I despise looking good.â You stated, checking your outfit and trying to fix where you found unpresentable.
Itâs rare to see you fidgeting and uneasy, making Jason smile. He knew you lose your composure only when it comes to him and it made him feel so loved, appreciated, and important. âYou always look menacing, babe. Could scare off any children that passes by.â He compliments, bringing up your intertwined hands and kissing the back of yours.
The corner of your lips twitched up, squeezing his hand back as amusement and adoration shows themselves on your expression. âThatâs very lovely. This is why I loathe you.â
The flirting between you and Jason was so natural that even Damian wasnât affected by it â heâs mostly disgusted and cringed out when people flirt in front of him, but for some reason, Jason flirting with you didnât bother him at all. Perhaps, because it isnât a modern type of flirting where couples show disgusting amount of PDA or say things halfheartedly just to make their partner feel good, but rather, itâs one that uses old-fashioned yet romantic language which truthfully comes from the heart. You and Jason flirt with respect for each other, where neither of you objectify nor sexualize the other.
There was a clear unspoken understanding between you, which was shown in just this little flirtatious moment. The way you show your love for each other might be old-fashioned and out of ordinary in this modern day, but itâs honestly more romantic than any of the modernized ones.
âYou two always flirt,â Wednesday spoke as she swiftly turned around to meet yours and Jasonâs eyes. âIt wouldâve been more perfect if you were holding a human heart and giving it to each other.â
Barbara, Cassandra, and Stephanie all widened their eyes at her opinion â is she telling you to kill someone, take their heart out, and give it to each other to show your love? That wouldnât be a romance anymore; itâll be a dark romance.
However, you only shrugged your shoulders while Jason chuckled in amusement, as if that comment was as normal as seeing trees and nature everywhere. Neither of you were even concerned with what Wednesday said. âThereâs precisely a possibility of that occurring, though itâs not yet now.â You responded calmly, as expressionless as Wednesday but slight amusement littered your tone.
The others tensed at your statement with the exception of Damian, who only smirked in pride, as they all remember the news of Joker getting dumped into Arkham Asylum by a vigilante that isnât Batman. Like mentioned before, Joker was in a really bad shape when he was quite literally thrown into the Asylum, very visible signs of torture coating his body everywhere.
When Bruce visited, it was worse than how the media portrayed it to be. Tongue cut off, fingers broken and two missing, heavily concussed, several cuts along his face and body, and bruises covering most of his body parts. Worst of it all was that Joker didnât seem like himself anymore; he does laugh â never had been a time when Joker didnât laugh â but it wasnât his typical laughter. All the mockery, self-confidence and cockiness werenât there. Instead, fear and paranoia filled the laughter Bruce was so used to hearing. It was so uncharacteristic and very unlikely of Joker.
Heâs finally put behind bars for good, but how the fuck can a vigilante absolutely destroy the Joker? He was indestructible yet you managed to break him so bad that his insanity got flooded with immense fear rather than the urge to kill everyone and everybody for no reason.
And as they stand in front of you now, none of them can even imagine how such a gentleman like you couldâve broke him completely. You seem so respectful, sweet, gentleman, and lovely that itâs almost impossible to believe you were the one who did it. But everyone should always expect the unexpected, right?
âDick,â Jasonâs voice snaps the oldest boy out of his own thoughts as he nods his head towards the door. âLetâs go in.â
The Grayson only hummed, turning around to open the door and gesture inside with his other hand, bowing a little to show respect. Morticia and Gomez smiled pleasantly and brightly, touched by his manners as they enter. Wednesday followed next with a usual expressionless face, and Pugsley said âthank youâ first before entering, then Jason pulled you along with him at last. The door closed behind Damian who was the last to enter.
âWelcome,â Bruce immediately greeted as soon as all of your eyes met his, and your parents doesnât hesitate to smile respectfully and kindly at him.
âItâs a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wayne.â Gomez steps forward with his hand extended to shake Bruceâs hand before gesturing to his wife standing beside him. âSheâs my wife Morticia and these are my children. Perhaps, you already know about (Y/n)?â
Bruceâs unreadable gaze shift from your father to you, attempting to figure out your characteristics by just looking. However, despite the nervousness youâre feeling, you didnât fail to compose yourself and appeal confident with the usual emotionless expression on your face. Your gaze sparkling darkly under the light made him feel uneasy somehow, as if you knew all of his dirty little secrets and his entire characteristics as well as personality and attitude without analyzing that much.
Truth be told, you heard Bruceâs attitude from Jason when he opened himself up to you. Your Beloved was extremely traumatized by what happened with Joker that it affected the way he saw the world; it shouldâve been that way too with Bruce because heâs Jasonâs adoptive father â yet what really happened was the complete opposite.
Bruce may not have had an ill intent of dismissing or ignoring what happened to Jason, but to continue living like Joker didnât kill his second son made him unlikable on your list. Youâre a very respectful person as Gomez and Morticia didnât raise you to be an awful entity, and you would never want to go against your loverâs adoptive father â although, that does not mean you accept his morals.
Hiding the unsettled feeling building up in his stomach, Bruce attempts to smile at you and shake your hand. âSo youâre (Y/n). Iâve only ever heard once about you.â
Only the corner of your lips twitched, a barely formed smile appearing as you shake his hand, eyes still piercing through him like a dagger. âAnd Iâve heard a lot of... things about you, Mr. Wayne.â The calculative tone in your voice set an alarm within Bruceâs head and he wouldâve pulled his hand away from your grasp if it wasnât for his conscious mind forcing himself to calm down. âBe not afraid â Youâll see no judgement here.â You gave him a pointed look.
Jason quickly goes behind you and wraps an arm around your waist, the soft look on him being noticed by everyone present in the room. âBabe, letâs have dinner first. Youâll absolutely love Alfredâs cooking. Theyâre hella tasty.â He compliments, winking at Alfred who stood at the side. Alfred smiled with gratitude.
Bruce notices the way a small bit of light shine on your dead-like eyes as soon as you looked at Jason. âWell then, may we?â You shift your soft gaze from Jason to Bruce as you tilt your head slightly to the side.
From then on, the peaceful dinner began with mainly your parents and Bruce sharing thoughts about their own children while the others watch with a smile as Damian starts a conversation with you, the one he idolizes the most. Itâs surprising to see Damian being really talkative â for the first time ever, he was being an actual child, asking you questions after questions with his eyes sparkling in joy. Not wanting to ruin this seemingly precious moment for Damian, everyone just decided to listen and chime in only once in a while when they feel like it. You were extremely patient with Damian the entire time he was bombarding you with questions, answering all of them without getting annoyed.
Jason felt relieved to witness the dinner going smoothly.
Truth be told, he was secretly worried about it turning into a disaster due to your vigilantism â Jason knew how Bruce felt about you after realizing you were the unnamed vigilante that nearly killed the Joker, and he thought Bruce would bring it up right away soon as dinner started. Luckily, he didnât. It made Jason sigh in relief and relax on his seat, smiling as he watched you talk with his siblings.
However, perhaps it was too soon.
â(Y/n), how long have you been a vigilante?â
Jason immediately froze at Bruceâs question. The chit-chatting within the dining hall quickly falls into silence as everyone, too, froze â except the Addams family, who were still eating calmly and quietly, unbothered.
You first swallowed the food you were chewing before wiping your mouth elegantly with a napkin and not even hesitating to meet Bruceâs piercing eyes. âSince I was a child, Mr. Wayne.â You answered simply.
Bruce leans on the table, taking it slow. âWhy did you become one?â
You felt Jason squeezing your hand under the table, as if to say you donât have to answer everything. Though, you still did. âOne of our ancestors was a vigilante, although he was hanged alongside his wifeâs burning body when a rumour spread that she was a witch. Heâs quite the legend within our family, you see.â Dick, Stephanie and Barbaraâs jaws dropped. âI could say I was inspired by him. Although the sole purpose of my vigilantism is to bring justice to those who were rejected, neglected, and ignored by our unpleasantly ridiculous, worthless justice system.â
Feeling nervousness radiate off of Jason from how he squeezed your hand even more strongly, you gently hold and knead his hand to give him relaxation. After he stopped squeezing and slightly calmed down, you readjusted his hand so your and his fingers would intertwine with each other. You could feel him staring, but you never avoided eye contact with Bruce.
âTo bring justice...â The Billionaire trails off meaningfully, as if it was something he wasnât expecting to hear from you. âWas that your way of bringing justice?â The sharpness in his tone clearly gave everyone an idea of what heâs talking about.
However, despite the tension thickening and Bruceâs eyes narrowing in judgment, you kept your composure with an expressionless face, nerves surprisingly as calm as water flows. There wasnât anything you were feeling at the moment, just the patience you need to deal with Jasonâs shallow-minded father.
âIâm most definitely certain yours and my understanding of justice varies.â You immediately responded without missing a beat. Bruceâs eyes pierced through you, but your (e/c) eyes were much worse. It was reading him thoroughly, looking into his soul, his mind, feeling as if you knew everything.
âThough, I must admit for everyoneâs knowledge, just so no one is left unaware â I tortured Joker not to seek justice for my lover, but to feed my vengeance and urge to revenge.â Your dark eyes glinted in amusement under the lights as the confession slips from your mouth with no restraints, like youâre just talking about nonchalant things. Thatâs not the only thing that made a cold shiver run down everyoneâs spine; it was also the way your supposedly expressionless face completely shifted for the first time only to form a dark, prideful, egotistical look, accompanied by a smirk which obviously stated you werenât regretful.
Now, thereâs no way Bruce would take it lightly.
Sensing the events had turned out more worrisome, Jason tries to tug on your intertwined hands. â(Y/n), sweetheart, we shouldââ
Your cold gaze avert towards him, and it softened only a bit. âApologies for interrupting you, my love, but leaving our dinner without finishing them would be disrespect to the person who cooked them for us.â You placed a gentle kiss on the back of Jasonâs hand to assure him. âWorry not so much. Your father and I are only getting to know one another.â
As soon as your cold and piercing eyes returned to him, Bruce immediately feels an unsettling feeling in his gut as his heartbeat quickens. He could see itâs easy for you to deal with him or this kind of confrontation â the dangerous thing he noticed about you is that you never lose composure and patience regardless if the situation at hand benefits you or not. The only time youâve probably ever lost your collectedness was with Joker, whom you actually had every right to get absolutely livid at. You love Jason more than words could ever tell, Bruce can easily see that, but your actions not lining up with his morals made it difficult for him to accept you willingly.
While the Addams simply minded their own business by continuing to eat, the others couldnât find it in themselves to act like there was no tension rising in the air. They knew this confrontation was coming, but witnessing it unfold before their own eyes isnât easy. Most of them had to swallow the lump that formed in their throat, with Damian being the only one who isnât nervous in the slightest.
âMr. Wayne, I have a deep understanding of your morals and the regulations youâve set in this home... how none of your family is allowed to kill criminals.â You stated with a smile that was barely visible, though respectful nonetheless. However, it instantly vanishes. âBut I must remind you one thing â just because you believe your morals are correct does not make it righteous in any way.â
That certainly struck a core in Bruce.
âWe, humans, are incapable of finding the correct morals that all of humanity would agree on. You may believe your morals are absolute and there could be a wonderful soul who has developed the same belief as you, but it would never be everyone.â Your hand gracefully gestures to the people in the dining room to emphasize your point before it comes to rest on the table as you intertwine it with your other hand. âYou see, humans are not humans without distinctive differences, and pushing your own standards on others likely causes more harm than it should help put them in control.â
The way youâve said every word with such grace and elegance was nothing but fascinating as everyone found themselves suddenly voiceless. Your every gesture and movement showed an exquisite manner no other human beings were blessed with, alongside your use of sophisticated language that silently told your high level of intelligence. Other than that, Bruce was speechless from how much your words contained truth and wisdom only a philosopher has. He had never seen nor met someone so wise as you.
Perhaps, thatâs why youâre so intimidating â every bit of your intelligence and attitude is your very own power no one else could ever have.
Taking a deep breath, Bruce clears his throat to find his voice and meets your eyes. âAre you implying I should accept how different yours and my morals are?â
âPrecisely,â You answered without hesitation, sipping the wine Jason had poured for you when the dinner started. âMy morality is concerned with the victims, not the perpetrators nor myself. Your morality is concerned with your inability to control your murderous urges when committed.â Bruce inhales sharply, making your eyes glint since he proved you right.
Gomez and Morticia smile to themselves as they felt proud of how youâre always able to point out things others usually donât or canât. Despite your brutal honesty, there is clearly respect within the way you speak to Bruce, which is why neither of them stopped you from defending and proving yourself. Helping you was not in their options; they knew you can handle yourself perfectly fine with the number of times youâve put people in their place physically or verbally.
â(Y/n), baby... Itâs okay,â Jason quietly attempts to stop you, knowing those words were intentionally spoken to strike a nerve in his non-biological father.
He knew how your blood boiled when you found out Bruce didnât kill the Joker because of his ridiculous morality. He can still remember the way your eyes always darkened at even the slightest mention of Batman or Bruce Wayne. It took two years for you to overcome your wrath on the billionaire before you went after the Joker.
Before you could respond to your lover, Bruce caught your attention again with a simple question â âWhy did you do it?â
You look back at him, seeing him staring at you and waiting for an answer. The corner of your lips lifted. âWell, wouldnât we do anything for love?â Bruce's brows raised at the warm look on your face, not knowing your face was capable of making such expression. âNo one hurts my soul and live freely without heavy consequences.â You shrugged, looking heavily smug.
Wednesday scoffed, âYou shouldâve just put a curse on him. It would have saved you all the trouble and exhaustion.â She looked at you as if what you did was the most incorrect thing in the world.
âNo, shouldâve electrocuted him!â Said Pugsley with a grin. âIt didnât make me insane when Wednesday did it to me, but it could break his mind.â Everyoneâs face shifted into a look of shock at the sudden revelation.
âNow now, children.â Morticia interrupts, âWhat (Y/n) does to his enemies should be decided by him and him only. You donât decide for (Y/n).â
âWell, Joker hurt Jason and heâs our brother. Nobody hurts my brothers and lives.â Wednesday responded immediately with empty eyes seeking vengeance, stabbing the steak with a fork and making Dick, Tim and Stephanie flinch.
You threw a knife at her with a single flick of your wrist, just narrowly missing her face, stabbing the wall behind her. She doesnât flinch and instead gives you a look, which you ignore and reach for another knife to cut your steak with. âManners, Wednesday. If you wish to stab something, search for someone that would be worthy of it, not a supper.â
âYou missed on purpose,â Wednesday complains, annoyed.
You sarcastically smile, âPerhaps, I wouldnât intentionally miss again if youâre respectful towards a supper.â
She glared, âMiss again and Iâll dump you in a paint full of pastels.â
You just rolled your eyes at her tactics while Jason bursts into laughter, knowing how much you and your family hate pastels. To the Addams, pastels and joyful people are the most insufferable matters in the world. Thereâs nothing you all hate more than that.
His father and brothers couldnât believe what happened in front of them. None of the Addams, even Jason, cared that you just threw a knife at Wednesday. In fact, your parents were far from concerned as they only watched with warm smiles on their faces, because truthfully that was just you and Wednesday bickering. Itâs nothing serious although others might disagree.
âApologies for our children, Mr. Wayne.â Morticia says casually after Wednesday had returned to eating her dinner, making Bruce turn to look at her. âTheyâve always bickered even when they were just a child. (Y/n) and Wednesday in particular, they liked to attempt burning each other alive ever since hearing the story of one of our ancestors who got burned at the Salem Witch Trials. Children love those stories, you know.â She places a hand on her chest, right above her heart, smiling at her children.
âWait, hold onâ You tried to burn each other alive?â Dick was the one who questioned what everyone couldnât find their voices to ask about, too shocked and horrified that attempting to kill each other seems so natural and normal within the Addams family.
âYes, for the record.â You answer without looking up. âBeing burned alive is classified as the most painful, agonizing way to die, which is why it had been the perfect punishment for those who were accused of witchcraft in 1692 and 1693. My sister and I were intrigued to see whether this was a fact or just merely false information, so we would always attempt to burn each other in hopes of discovering the truth.â
âFunny thing is, they never did.â Jason cackles as Wednesday shot him an unamused look. â(Y/n) still wishes he could die being burned alive, though.â
The corner of your lips merely twitched in a soft smile as you kissed the back of Jasonâs hand affectionately, eyes closed. âHave I ever mentioned I want you to do the honor?â You say with such a loving and adoring tone that Jason felt his heart swell, knowing this is somewhat a proposal that only an Addams would understand.
It was a traditional Addams way of showing they love the person rather than wrapping it up in just three words that rarely comes from the bottom of oneâs heart. You would die for him, and only he could bring your ultimate demise, no one else. You were offering him your heart and soul, as well as life, permitting him to hold and treasure it for the rest of your lives. It was an implication that you would dedicate your life to him with nothing in return â you will do everything for him. Itâs easy to kill â youâve nearly done it with the Joker â but itâs not easy to live and die for him, but you will and you would.
Feeling overwhelmed with all the love you endlessly give and show, Jason couldnât help but hide behind his empty hand in an attempt to hold his tears in, always being emotional whenever he gets the love he doesnât think he deserves. But he does. Youâve never failed to show him he deserves everything you offer. God, how did he even end up with you? Youâre so good to him, so loving and giving, Jason didnât even expect youâll be like this back when you two were just strangers building friendship. Jason canât let you go anymore, and he would never even if you asked him to. He loves you just as much as you love him, although yours seem bigger than his.
The Wayne family witnessed Jason, the usually insufferable Todd who thrives off of violence, cry at the mere love and affection his lover gave. Jason was crying because you reminded him of how significant he was to your life. The big bad wolf, the ruthless Red Hood, the boy who had an immense thirst for vengeance, the boy whose blood is filled with utmost rage towards the world, was crying at the simple showcase of love.
And thatâs how Bruce â no, his entire family â knew they failed to love him enough.
But they donât have to make it up to him anymore. They canât, because youâre already showering him with love and adoration and appreciation and everything he deserves. You did everything what they were supposed to do â what Bruce was supposed to do.
âOh, mon amour...â You let go of his hand to gently hold his face with both hands, kissing away the tears that overflowed from his eyes. Jason stayed still, relishing how good you are, how soft you treated him as he gripped your gentle hands. Once youâre done kissing his tears away, he buried his face into your chest while wrapping his arms around you, embracing tightly. You kiss the top of his head, caging him in your arms as you gently run your fingers through his hair.
Jason closes his eyes within your embrace, inhaling your calming scent mixed with a cooling hint of cologne. Itâs funny how youâve always associated yourself with death and darkness, yet for Jason, your mere presence is a light at the end of the tunnel that makes him alive every day. âThank you, (Y/n)...â He murmurs into your chest, barely audible, but heard by you nonetheless.
You gently scratch his scalp, not caring about your meals and attention solely focused on your lover. âFor what exactly, chĂŠri? I have not done anything for you to give me such gratitude, at least not that I remember. I have only been attempting to drown you in my love and affection, havenât I? Are they worthy of your gratitude?â
He chuckled, âYou know damn well they are.â
You tilt your head, a smile tugging at your lips. âEven so, do you truly believe itâs significant for me more than just your presence?â Jason slowly looks up at you, his mesmerizing eyes meeting yours, before shaking his head quietly. A satisfied look crosses your face at that, âThere you go. It isnât difficult to figure out now, is it?â Jason shakes his head, burying his face into your chest once again.
As you continue to comfort Jason, Damian stares at the sight with a weird look. âTodd is extremely quiet when heâs around (Y/n). Itâs... weird.â
Dick nudged him, âHey, let him be. Jayâs probably just very comfortable with him.â
âItâs still weird, though.â Tim insists.
Barbara and Stephanie watched with smiles while you kiss Jasonâs forehead, too willing to accept you despite finding your family quite strange. People have different traditions and cultures anyway; they figured yours are just too extraordinary and unusual that donât fit societyâs standards. Being different doesnât matter when itâs clear that you love Jason too much, in your own special way.
Cassandra glances at Bruce, who seemed to be in deep thought. âI donât think you have any other choice but to accept him.â Her voice snaps him out of his thoughts, âLook at them. Theyâre very much in love. More than in love, Iâd say. It looks like they were meant to be with each other. Like destinyâs the one who wrote them together.â
Bruce looked at the two of you, who obviously saw nothing but each other in your little world.
âBesides, he basically called bullshit on your morals. And you know all too well heâs beyond right.â Cassandra smirks, âI hope your pride doesnât get in the way of welcoming a new member, dad.â
Bruce sighed.
Well, itâs inevitable that youâll be a member one way or another. Cassandra was right about that, and although he didnât want to admit it, Bruce knew he accepted you the moment you stood up against him. Itâs not always thereâs someone who is brave enough to speak up against the Bruce Wayne.
Though, he may have to teach you not to strangle literally every single person who mess with Jason.
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Stuck On You | Part Three
cassian x reader | Cassian can't seem to forget about you since the night you met seven years ago. he thought he would never see you again but when he does, he's determined to make you his. this time for good.
âDonât worry. She likes your butt and fancy hair. I know, I read her diary.â
[series masterlist]
A/N:Â I debated on splitting this into two parts since it came out longer than intended but I wanted to leave the bulk of the angst in this part. Some more scenes and quotes from Lilo & Stitch since I couldn't help myself. just one more part! I have a rough outline of it so I probably won't be able to finish it tonight but definitely by some time this coming week.
Warnings: angst, some fluff if you squint, mentions of violence/abuse
âCassian said he would take me out for ice cream if you said yes!â Seraphine beamed, removing her boots at the foyer of your small, humble home. âIâve never had ice cream before. Have you?â
âSera,â you said with a sigh, concern laced into your tone over how attached she was to him. His month-long absence had given you a glimpse of the consequence of the effect he had on not just you but Seraphine as well and you didnât want her to get hurt. She wouldnât understand.Â
âI think itâs best if we donât see Cas anymore.â
She turned to you with a pout. âHeâs our friend! You have to say yes.â
âI canât.â
âWhy not?â Seraphineâs lip quivered, her tired eyes brimming with tears.
You didnât answer, couldnât bring yourself to.
Instead, you threw your aching body onto the small loveseat in the living room. This week had taken both an emotional and physical toll on you, as you tirelessly kept Seraphine up to date with her studies, managed the tavernâs monthly expenses and wrestled with your inner turmoil concerning Cassian. The constant restlessness in Seraphine only added to the mountain of exhaustion, her unbridled excitement buzzing incessantly over everything.
You knew you should draw a bath for the both of you and then head to bed, considering your fatigue.
However, you were well aware of your little sisterâs stubborn nature as it was one you also exhibited. It must run in the family. Once she was fixated on something, there was no distracting her and judging by the intensity of her little sisterâs sobs, you braced yourself for a long and challenging night.
âYouâre so mean!â She cried. âI hate you!â
âPlease donât be a pain tonight,â you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose.
âYou should just sell me and buy a rabbit instead!â Sara shouted at you with her finger pointed at you, referring to your empty threat of replacing her with a rabbit every time she misbehaved. You hadnât brought it up in months, years even, and were surprised she remembered.
âAt least a rabbit would behave better than you,â you muttered.Â
âGo ahead!â Seraphine exclaimed, making you wince at her sharp tone. You hoped your neighbors could not hear her, fearing what theyâd do if they did. You heard her angry stomps as she made her way to her room. âThen youâll be happy! It will be smarter than me too.â
âAnd quieter!â
âYouâll like it because itâs stinky like you!â
âGo to your room!â
âIâm already in my room!â Seraphine screamed as she opened her door just to slam it shut again, irritating you further.
You grabbed the nearest pillow and brought it to your face to muffle your scream.
**
Guilt began to settle as your initial anger faded away. You knew you had overreacted. For many years, it had just been you and the small family your mother had created. Neither you or Seraphine had made any friends in Ironcrest yet, unless you counted the friendly old male who you purchased spices and groceries from every Sunday.Â
Your small family of four had unexpectedly and significantly reduced to half, leaving just you and Seraphine. Of course, she was excited when Cassian came along. Youâd deny it if asked but a part of you was excited too.
He was sweet and kind but your worries crept in about what it meant to allow him into your tightly-knit world. What if things didnât work out between you? What if the burdens you carried were too much for him to bear? You couldnât allow him in further when your sister was already so attached to him, unable to bear the thought of having her witness another loved one disappear from her life.
You had to end this, whatever it was that you and Cassian had and you had to end it soon. Before any further damage could be provoked.
Throughout your life, stability had been a luxury, and the haunting fear of attachment loomed over you. The constant uprooting had instilled a deep seated fear of getting close to people. Every bond you had forged was inevitably followed by a painful goodbye. The walls safeguarding your heart, constructed since childhood, grew higher and stronger with every move. You had hoped that your motherâs marriage would bring a lasting change, a nice and needed break from moving, and for a while, it had.
However, the universe had a cruel way of reminding you that stability was a luxury you couldnât afford. You wouldâve never expected your one night stand with Cassian would lead to something moreâto this.Â
Cassian, with his unwavering determination, posed a threat to the walls you had carefully built around your heart. Love. It seemed like a beautiful risk but the fear of losing what was gained, overshadowed its allure for you. Your heart had never felt so heavy.
You took a deep breath before knocking on your sisterâs door. The lack of response didnât surprise you. She must still be upset. The soft glow of faelight seeping from beneath her door confirmed she was awake. Balancing the two mugs of hot cocoa in one arm, you opened the door and slipped inside.
Your stomach churned at the sight of your little sister, clutching the pegasus doll that Cassian had gifted her. Tears streaked her face as she gazed down solemnly.
âI brought you, your favorite. Hot cocoa,â you offered, hoping to bring a glimmer of cheer to her troubled expression.
âWeâre a broken family, arenât we?â
You frowned, setting the tray down on the nightstand, hesitating before answering. âMaybe but only a littleâŚâ
You settled yourself onto Seraphineâs bed, gently cradling her into your lap. âIâm sorry for earlier. I shouldnât have raised my voice at you.â
âI like you better as a sister than a motherâŚâ Seraphine sniffled.
âYeah?â You tenderly brushed her long, dark hair away from her face in contemplation.
 A pang tugged at your heartâthe weight of becoming a mother figure pressed on your shoulders. As a sister, you also played a nurturing and protective role in Seraphineâs upbringing, offering support when it was needed. You were the one Seraphine would run to for comfort after your mother's scolding or being stern with her, but now you were the one that had to be stern. It was a struggle finding the delicate balance between fulfilling the motherly duties Seraphine needed and preserving the sibling bond that meant the world to you.
âAnd you like me better as a sister than a rabbit, right?â
âOh, my sweet Sera.â You replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead, your arms wrapping around her smaller form with a gentle squeeze. âOf course I do! I would not make my special hot cocoa for just anyone. Only you.â
You handed one of the mugs to her, smiling fondly as she inhaled the rich aroma of the hot cocoa.
âCassian says ice cream is like frozen milk,â she mused softly. âI wonder what hot cocoa would taste like frozen but then it would no longer be hot cocoa, right? We would have to come up with a new name for it but I donât think I like the sound of frozen cocoaâŚâ
Her innocent dilemma made you laugh, finding it utterly endearing. You wanted her worries to always be like this. Small and trivial.
âPerhaps we should leave the cocoa out to freeze and find out for ourselves? We can decide on a name then.â
**
The night air was chilling, the cold wind biting at your cheeks. You hugged your coat closer to you, sparing at glance at Seraphine to make sure she still had hers on and the scarf you had bought her was snug to keep her neck warm. You couldnât help but giggle when you caught Cassian, who had been persistent on walking you home, was constantly blowing his hair out of his face.
âDid you lose all your hair ties?â You quipped, digging into the pocket of your pants and offering a hair tie to him to alleviate his struggle. He reluctantly took the elastic from you and tied his hair up into his usual bun. You noticed he wore it down more recently. âYou can keep it, too.â
âI just wanted to let it loose, try something different.â He replied with a casual shrug of his shoulders.
You let out a small hum, stuffing your hands back into your pockets to keep them hidden and fell into a thoughtful silence once more. There was a knot in your stomach as you three neared your house.
Seraphine, who once again had chosen to skip ahead of you two, paused. She turned around with a knowing gleam in her eye. Her lips curled up and she opened her mouth to speak and if you hadnât been occupied in the tempest of your thoughts, you wouldnât have missed Cassian bringing his finger to his lips to keep her from exposing him.
âFancy hair,â she giggled, despite his plea.
âWhat was that?â You said, turning your head toward your sister.
Both Seraphine and Cassian exchanged a look before turning to you, responding in unison:
âNothing!â
Your eyes narrowed at the two in suspicion but you decided not to question it.
When you three finally reached your home, Cassian was surprised at your invitation to come inside. You had never invited him inside, always bidding your farewells at your door. He walked in, overwhelmed by the sweet and delightful scent. It smelled just like you. His eyes darted around the living area curiously, taking in all the small touches you incorporated to make this place feel like a warm and inviting home.
 You instructed Seraphine to change and pick a book for you to read to her before bed. She politely said her goodbye and goodnight to Cassian, her movements slow as she was reluctant to follow your instructions. She had no desire to go to bed, not when Cassian was inside your home for the first time and you found the glare she sent you amusing.
Cassian was staring at the wilted and dead flowers resting in a small vase you had placed on the kitchen table, recognizing them as the ones he had gifted you so long ago. You never threw them away.
âCassian.â
He loved the way you said his name. But it was different this time. He pulled his attention away from the kitchen table to look back at you. You leaned against the back of the loveseat in hesitation, your eyes revealing the weight of the decision you were about to make.
His throat tightened. âYes?â
âI think itâs best if you stop coming here.â Your voice was laced with a vulnerability you hated and before Cassian could reply, you were speaking again. âI have to take care of my sister. I canât risk her getting attached, more so than she already is andâand neither can I. Weâve lost so much alreadyâŚâ
A tear escaped your eye. You brushed it away with a trembling hand and then Cassian was bridging the distance between you both, his hand gently cupping your cheek and coaxing your gaze to his.Â
âY/n,â he gently whispered. âYouâre not going to lose me.â
âHow can you say that? What if something happens andââ
âPlease donât push me away.â
 âThey call you the Lord of Bloodshed. Youâre the commander of the High Lordâs armies. You made a name for yourself. And me? I am no one. Iâm not worthy of love. Of you. Youâll soon realize it and grow tired of meââ
âStop.â Cassian interrupted, bringing his other hand up to cup your face. His touch was both comforting and agonizing. âYou are worthy of love and so much more and I want to prove it to you. There could be a room full of others but just like that night at the bonfire, I want you. I choose you.â
A heavy sigh escaped you as you gently removed his hands from your face. âBut I canât choose you. I have to choose Seraphine. I always will and right now, I canât afford to have you both.â
The weight of your words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the responsibilities that anchored you, pulling you away from the love that beckoned.
Cassian grasped your hands in his, refusing to let them slip away. He did not want to let go of you. He understood the depth of your worries and the distress etched onto your features was breaking his heart. Why couldnât you see yourself the way he saw you?
âI wonât force you into something that scares you, y/n.â He reassured you with a soft tone, his thumbs tracing soothing circles on the back of your hands. âI only want whatâs best for you and Seraphine.â
Your lips trembled as you managed a small, strained smile.
âBut you have to know that I love youâboth of you. And this love, itâs not going anywhere. Itâs a constant. A promise that will never waver.â
**
Cassian hadnât returned and although you had asked for it, you couldnât deny the lingering void in your heart. Seraphine sensed something was amiss when your voice wavered as you read her a bedtime story shortly after he left. Surprisingly, she refrained from asking about Cassian until a week later, almost as if she dreaded hearing the news that he wouldnât be coming back.Â
When she finally did, tears welled in her eyes and you comforted her, convincing yourself it was for the best. However, the attempt of reassurance was futile and did little to ease your own pain.
Seraphine sighed, absentmindedly nudging the green vegetable on her plate. Scrumps was propped on the table, facing her with its stitched eyes. âAt least I still have you,â she murmured to the pegasus plush. âYouâll never leave me, right?â
You frowned at the sight, feeling helpless and unsure how to alleviate your sisterâs sorrow. This was precisely what you had tried to shield her from and it stung to realize it was too late. The damage had already been done.
Your attention was then pulled away as the creaking door to the tavern swung open. The room fell into silence. The dining Illyrians, previously immersed in their conversations, cast furtive glances toward the entrance.
In stepped the formidable son of Ironcrestâs war-lord, Kallon. Another Illyrian stepped in behind him but he was overshadowed by Kallonâs commanding presence. His gaze swept over the room, eyes like steel, assessing every face, every corner of the establishment. The tension in the air was palpable. He was looking for someone.
The regulars exchanged subtle nods, acknowledging the unspoken command to show respect. Whispers died down, and the muted sound of footsteps echoed as he advanced further into the tavern. The atmosphere had shifted from one of amiability to one of quiet deference, all eyes now focused on the figure who seemed to hold the establishment in the palm of his hand.
Your eyes were wide and you felt your body tense. You almost forgot how to breathe when Kallonâs cold eyes found yours. Seraphine, who sensed your distress, hopped off her chair and ran to you. Her tiny hand found yours and you guided her to stand behind you as Kallon continued his approach.
âKallon,â you managed to find your voice, forcing a smile onto your face as you bowed your head in respect. âShould I prepare a table for you and your companion?â
âThereâs no need.â He replied. He then turned his head at the eavesdropping Illryians, his gaze a silent warning to them. It wasnât until the menacing look on his face prompted a couple to abandon their tables and those that remained to resume their conversations that he turned his attention back to you. âI came here to speak to you.â
âMe?â You echoed, your voice daring to break. The male behind Kallon remained quiet but you caught the way his gaze had flickered to your little sister, who hid behind your skirts. âTo what do I owe this pleasure?â
âIt has come to my attention that you have been fraternizing with an Illyrian male from Windhavenââ Kallonâs lips curled up in disgust and you felt Seraphineâs grip on you tighten. ââ who just so happens to also be the High Lordâs general.â
âHis name is Cassian.â Seraphine said, peeking out from behind you to scowl at Kallon.
Kallon looked toward your sister with a scoff. You pressed Seraphine into your hip to keep her from speaking again, worried of the consequences that may unfold. âHeâs just a friend.â
Kallonâs attention drifted back to you, his gaze burning into you. âIt seems you and I have different understandings of a friend because friends donât kiss each other now do they?â
Your breath hitched. The two of you seldom interacted with each other. The last time you did was to report your motherâs murder. You cursed yourself at that moment, disappointed with yourself. You had failed to recognize that Cassian was well known throughout Illyria and to make it worse, he was from Windhaven. A rival camp to Ironcrest. You wondered how long Kallon had been following you and why he waited to confront you about it now, several months later since Cassianâs first visit.Â
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âItâs not a good look for you, y/n.â Kallon shook his head in disapproval with a small tut. âYou of all people should know the consequences of whoring yourself out. Finding a husband will be troublesome for you and if you continue down this path, it is not a good example for your dear little sister.â
Your blood grew cold at the insult and you forced yourself to look up to keep the tears that were threatening to spill at bay. âIâm sââ
âIt seems I may have failed you in some aspects.â Kallon interrupted, raising a finger at you in warning. He turned his attention to the empty glasses lined at the counter. âIt is my job, after all, to help my father run this camp and it seems that I have overlooked you. Poor little y/n. You have been running this business and raising your sister all on your own.â
His fingers danced along the counter, a wicked gleam in his eyes. The sound of breaking glass echoed through the air, a sharp and crystalline shatter that reverberated through your bones and had Seraphine wincing into your body. You stared at the shattered glass at your feet, heart pounding through your ears.
âBut it is not your place to do so.â Kallon reprimanded, his voice seething with a barely contained intensity. âIt is his.â
You lifted your gaze.
The Illyrian male that had been quietly observant finally stepped forward. His features held a strange familiarity you couldnât quite place. His eyes were cold and distant, lips pressed into a taut line.
âThis is Aerik. Seraphineâs uncle.â
**
The wind was knocked out of you as the day you had dreaded finally came. Kallon had tracked down your step fatherâs only living relativeâ his brother, Aerik. The illusion you had so carefully crafted was unraveling and you found yourself at the precipice, forced to surrender the tavern and Seraphine, as if she were a mere object, to him.
But you knew the future that laid ahead for Seraphine if she stayed with her uncle. To you, she was your precious little sister, the one you had devoted your life to. To him, she was disposable, reduced to nothing but a bargaining tool once she was of marrying age.Â
She would not have the freedom to be a child as she did with you. She would be groomed to become a submissive wife and soon enough, her wings would be clipped. A tradition that had been banned but not enforced in Ironcrest. You could not allow any harm to fall to your sister, not when you were alive and capable of taking care of her. You wondered if this is how your mother had felt when she had you, cornered by the cruel world.
Kallon had left moments ago, along with the remaining customers, but now without a warning. A threat to harm you and Cassian in unimaginable ways if Kallon heard of Cassian meeting with you again.
"I don't give a fuck if he's the High Lord's pet. This is my father's camp and as his son, I have the authority to punish those who dare cross us as needed."
You had instructed Seraphine to go to the kitchens to help tidy up, leaving you and Aerik alone. Your eyebrows knitted together in an exasperated manner, bewildered by his demands.Â
You were a half breedâhalf high fae, half Illyrianâand a bastard. You were of little significance to Aerikâto any male in this damned camp, if you were being honestâand his plans with Seraphine did not include you. He wanted to take her away from you. For good.
He shifted, directing himself toward the kitchen and you were stopping him. Your hand gripped his arm desperately. âSeraphine needs me.â
Aerik tore his arm from your grasp with a snarl, using it to grip yours instead in retribution. His grip was hard and bruising and had you grimacing. âIs this what she needs?â He seethed, vividly gesturing to the tavern and lack of order in Seraphineâs life.
 âIt seems clear to me that you need her a lot more than she needs you.â
**
Cassian told himself he would give you space, as tortuous as it was for him. Itâs what you had asked him for. He missed you dearly, often wondering if you were feeling that painful ache in your heart too. Despite the temptation, he resisted the urge to ask Azriel to check in on you with his shadows, not wanting to bring his friend into this tangled messy emotions he found himself grappling with. He couldnât shake the desire to check up on you one more time, hoping that you might've change your mind.
A week later, when an overwhelming sense of unease gripped him, he set off for Ironcrest.
Cassian pushed open the door to the familiar tavern, his second home as Rhysand had teased him weeks ago. His eyes scanned the room in search of you like they always did, but he couldn't spot the one person he was hoping to see. His head was then turning to the table Seraphine often occupied only to find it empty.Â
An unsettling feeling knotted in his stomach when he couldnât spot either of you, not missing the glare the male behind the counter had sent his way. It confirmed his suspicion that you werenât here. Growing concerned, he decided to look for you, hoping you were safe and sound at home.
The journey was swift as it was one he knew by heart, his footsteps echoing through the quiet streets. When he reached your door, he hesitated for a moment. He could see the subtle glow of a light, coming from the small window that he knew faced your living room. He heard a squeak come from inside, recognizing it as Seraphineâs, and then he was knocking on your door.
There was a faint rustling inside and then the door creaked open. Cassianâs confusion set in as he initially saw no one at the other side. It wasnât until he heard a sharp gasp that his gaze shifted downward, relief washing over him as he spotted Seraphine. Â
âCas Cas!â Seraphineâs expression brightened, reveling in his presence and wrapping her tiny arms around him when he crouched down. âI thought Iâd never see you again!â
âItâs good to see you too, munchkin.â Cassian smiled fondly, lifting her up with ease. He had missed her so much too.
âSera, itâs time for your baâCassian?â You blinked, your grip on the towel in your hand tightening. âYou shouldnât be here.â
âCan I come in?â
You looked past his shoulders worriedly and hesitantly nodded.
Cassian stepped into the foyer, crouching down to let Seraphine down. She grasped at his hand, guiding him to the living room where you stood with a forced smile on your face.
His worry deepened as he looked at you. "You werenât at the tavern so I came toâto see you.â
To make sure youâre alright, is what he wanted to say but within seconds of seeing you, he knew you werenât. Yet, you still attempted to dismiss his concern with a casual shrug. âMy step-uncle is taking over the tavern now.â
âOh yeah, Cas! I have a step-uncle now and heâs so nice to me. He bought me a new coloring book and so many toys! Do you want to see?â
Cassian realized that the glaring male from the tavern must be Seraphineâs step-uncle. He caught the way you bit the inside of your cheek at your little sisterâs words, sensing something more beneath the surface.
âSure.â He replied to Seraphine.
He waited until she disappeared down the hallway to take a step closer to you. âIs everything okay?â
A fleeting moment of hesitation flickered in your eyes that you quickly concealed, hoping he didnât notice. But he did.
 "I'm fine, really. Just a bit tired but thankfully Aerik offered to step in to help.â
Despite her attempt to reassure him, Cassian couldn't shake the feeling of unease. The lines of worry etched on his face as he spoke, "You can tell me anything, you know that, right?"
âYeah,â you nodded your head nonchalantly at him.
âY/n.â His voice was gentle but stern and he reached out for your hands.
His fingers accidentally brushed against the bruise Aerik had left the other night and you couldnât mask the wince that followed. Cassian stilled, eyes glancing down and widening at the marking of your skin. âY/n, Sweetheartââ
âItâs nothing.â You were pulling your arm from his grasp and out of his view, clasping them behind your back. âI tripped and hit my arm against the counter the other night.â
Cassian felt a burning feeling in his chest, his teeth clenching. Someone had touched you--hurt you.
âDoes this have anything to do with the sudden appearance of Seraphineâs uncle?â
âNo.â Your response was too quick to be anything but a lie. âAerik has been kind to us. So kind that he offered to help me find a husband.â
More lies. Your fear and anxiety grew with every passing moment that Cassian remained in Ironcrest. Kallonâs menacing warnings echoed in your mind, threatening dire consequences for both you and Cassian, if he ever returned. Since he had gone to the tavern to look for you, you were sure Aerik had seen him. Cassian was not one to easily blend into the crowd with his imposing stature, striking features and seven siphons. It was only a matter of time before he would run off to go tell Kallon.
You knew Cassian was a formidable warrior from all the gossip and tales you'd heard at the bonfire. Still, you couldn't shake your fear. Cassian was in enemy territory. Vastly outnumbered. He had to leave.
Cassian shook his head in disbelief, swallowing hard. âWhat?â
Stepping forward, he closed the distance between you, his intense gaze burning into your skin as you actively avoided it. âIs this what you want?â
âItâs what is best,â you told him, sidestepping his question. âSo please leave. I donât want Aerik to get the wrong idea by having you here in the house alone with me.â
âY/Nââ
âIâm so sorry, Cassian.â
Walking away, you felt your heart begin to shatter, unaware that you had also shattered his. You wiped at your eyes once you knew you were out of his view, holding your breath as you moved down the hallway. Seraphine ran past you with her coloring book and you couldnât bring yourself to stop her.
Seraphine paused, her chest heaving as she caught up with her breath. Her lips curved into a deep frown when she spotted Cassian heading for the door. âCas Cas, where are you going? I was going to show you my coloring bookâŚ"
"I thought you were here to stay.â
Cassian couldnât bring himself to answer her and as young as she was, she recognized the look in his eyes. It mirrored the expression on your face before you had to deliver bad news.Â
âYou can leave again if you want.â Seraphine said as realization dawned on her. She casted her head down.
âIâll remember you though. I remember everyone that leaves.â
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A/N: don't hate me for breaking Cas's heart. I just live for the angst đŤ if it's any consolation, this will have a happy ending đŠˇ
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