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saintobio · 9 months ago

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*๑♡՞ i, spy.

pairings. sylus, fem!reader tags. 1.5k wc, mild angst, suggestive ending, jealousy, petnames as usual (kitten, sweetie, baby doll), alcohol consumption, sylus being annoying lmao, loosely inspired by his immobilized memory

sylus can be very petty when he wants to be.

today’s weather was beyond freezing, and the view of the icy mountains in the arctic region stood tall over the hotel grounds where the hunter’s association team-building event was taking place. you had spent the entire day engaged in activities with your team, enjoying every moment, and your laughter mingling with the cheerful atmosphere. it had been awhile since you last went on a snowboarding trip with the rest of your hunter friends, so this day brought about just the perfect quality time to boost camaraderie amongst your team.

unbeknownst to you, sylus, who had also chosen to stay at the same hotel, was watching from a distance. his red eyes, usually cold and calculating, were now burning with an intensity fueled by jealousy. you had been spending time with xavier, your interactions light and full of warmth, and sylus could barely contain his frustration as he saw how your colleague brought you hot chocolate and used his palms to warm your cheeks.

“tch.” sylus absently swirled his glass of whiskey, the ice making a faint clink as he observed you from the balcony of his room. “seems like a stray kitten has found a new companion.”

then, as the evening arrived, your group gathered for dinner and you were happily chatting with your team, completely unaware of the storm brewing behind the scenes (aka by a certain tall man with grayish hair and crimson eyes). the rest of your hunter friends eventually headed back to their own rooms after finishing their meals, while a couple others chose to spend more time at the hotel bar. your activity of choice for the night was also the latter, telling xavier that it was okay for him to head back to his room knowing how he had been fighting the drowsiness off for the last hour.

meanwhile, sylus soon made his entrance at the bar, accompanied by a striking woman whose presence was impossible to ignore. her outfit was dazzling, and she seemed to be following sylus’s every command like a pet.

impossible! you thought, eyes widening in panic as soon as you saw the onychinus leader. if your hunter friends found out that the n109 boss was here, this hotel would turn into a battlefield in a heartbeat.

yet sylus, completely unfazed, walked over to your area in the bar counter with the woman by his side. his smirk was barely concealed as he approached you. “i didn’t expect to see you here, kitten,” he said, his voice smooth and dripping with subtle menace. “i brought a friend along.”

you looked up, your heart sinking as you took in the sight of sylus’s companion. she was effortlessly glamorous with her sleek blonde hair and exquisite fur jacket, her every movement seemingly calculated to draw attention. however, despite her overflowing gorgeous exterior, sylus’s gaze was fixed on you. and the asshole was watching your reaction with an almost predatory intensity.

“oh, sylus,” you said in an attempt to sound casual. “what a surprise.”

“oh, certainly, kitten. and by the way, this is elara,” sylus introduced, gesturing to the woman beside him. “she’s been kind enough to accompany me this evening.”

elara gave you a warm smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. her partner, on the other hand, seemed to revel in the way her presence unsettled you as he took a seat next to her, deliberately placing her between the two of you. “nice to meet you!”

“likewise,” you replied, shaking her hand and forcing a smile.

“care to join us, miss hunter?” sylus said with a smirk, his eyes glinting as he watched you hesitate. his arm was draped casually around elara’s shoulders, and the sight made your stomach churn with a strange mix of envy and frustration. “elara and i are just about to get some drinks.”

“join us, please!” the woman next to him encouraged.

“uh, sure.” pressured by the situation, you gave a subtle nod, only to receive a gleam of satisfaction in sylus’s eyes.

this bastard! you didn’t like how his hand was lingering on her arm in a way that was meant to be seen. each laugh they shared, each touch, seemed designed to push you further into a pit of jealousy. and the way stupid sylus kept glancing at you, gauging your reaction, only made the situation more unbearable. that’s it, you silently snickered in your head, i should call him stupid sylus.

you forced yourself to focus on your blue raspberry cocktail, trying to ignore sylus’s stupid blabbering while rushing to finish your drink. his actions were a blatant attempt to make you feel inferior, and it was working. it was definitely working. but you couldn’t lose your composure now despite him making sure to lavish attention on elara. every time he touched her back and her waist, you felt a pang of jealousy growing more and more intense by the second. it didn’t help that sylus’s presence was also a constant reminder of the way he could manipulate your emotions, and it was driving you to the edge.

“so,” sylus tapped his fingers on the counter, his voice low and intentionally provocative, “how’s your evening been, miss hunter?”

“fine,” you replied tersely, trying to mask the irritation and hurt simmering beneath the surface.

“just fine?” sylus asked, his smirk widening. “i thought you were enjoying yourself today. seeing you with your colleague was quite… interesting.”

“if you’re referring to xav—” you paused, remembering that xavier had a bounty in his head at the n109 zone and it was best to keep him out of conversations with sylus, so you decided to change the topic, “did you have mephisto report all my activities to you again?”

him and his equally stupid bird. so annoying.

“there’s no need for that, sweetie. you stick out like a sore thumb, so you’re not that difficult to spot.” he smiled as he talked, like he was having so much fun at mocking you. oh, he’s deliberately pushing my buttons! his actions were a cruel game meant to make you question your feelings and your place in his life.

before you could retort, elara suddenly tugged his sleeve, focusing all of his misrouted attention back to her. “honey,” she spoke to him sweetly, “what drink do you recommend i should get next?”

you rolled your eyes and turned away, the old man playing the piano now a much more interesting sight to look at compared to the two lovey-dovey couple next to you. but really, it was suffocating to be anywhere near sylus, and the only way to stop feeling all of these crazy emotions swirling inside of you was to not be around him.

and so with that, finally, after what felt like an eternity, you excused yourself. but the walk back to your room was quickly interrupted by the figure of a six foot two man, his towering height preventing you from taking another step without his permission. “where do you think you’re going, kitten?” he asked, noticing the sourness in your expression that you tried so hard to conceal.

“heading back,” you merely responded, trying to find an escape by pointing towards the opposite direction. “look over there, isn’t that luke and kieran?”

as soon as sylus turned his head, you made a swift beeline for the bar’s exit. you even sighed of relief as you managed to free yourself from his presence, now making your way through the empty halls of the hotel. unfortunately for you, sylus wasn’t one to let something like this go. so before you could even think of hiding and running away, he was already walking next to you—the frown on his face growing more pronounced as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the nearby elevator.

“let go—!” you protested, wiggling your hands from his tight hold. “where ‘re you taking me?”

“my suite,” he muttered, pressing the button to the top most floor. “sleep in my room tonight.”

you let out a loud, sardonic chuckle. “says who?”

sylus, crossing his arms, looked at you with thin, furrowed brows. “your only choice is to obey me, kitten.”

an exasperated sigh escaped your lips. “isn’t elara supposed to be with you?” you questioned, “you should bring her to your room, not me!”

it was too late. because no matter how much you struggled against his iron grip, you were later pushed inside his presidential suite, the grandiose of his room stupefying you. the smell of red roses and wine was a relaxing aroma that continued to pull you inside. yet, before you can take another step, sylus was already pulling you by the waist, leaning in to crash his lips onto yours.

at first you tried to push him off, but who were you kidding here? of course, you’d eventually melt into the kiss, allowing him to envelop his lips around yours, its soft and tender movements sending shivers down your spine. each kiss was a loud smooch echoing across the room.

“were you jealous?” he asked in a low voice, biting your lower lip and pulling only slightly away. “i don’t have that kind of relationship with elara. she’s just a staff member of mine that i asked to make you jealous.”

“okay, and?” you frowned at his handsome face, hating how easily he could get under your skin. literally and figuratively. “the way you were still touching her was…”

“your jealousy is showing, sweetie.” a smile of mischief crept up on sylus’s lips before he extended a hand to squeeze your ass. “and what about the way your male colleague doted on you all day, hm? had fun being treated like a princess by him?”

“why do you care?” you asked, trying to sound indifferent despite the ticklish kisses he was trailing along your neck. “it’s none of your business who i talk to.”

“oh, it is my business, baby doll.” sylus’s smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered, now unbuttoning his shirt and suggesting a very rough night ahead. “because i care about what i have. and right now, that’s you.”

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marscardigan · 2 months ago

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please write something like freak like me but with ellie being the shy one 😭

miss possessive

ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: you are not the jealous type. but something shifts when a girl gets too close to ellie.

word count: 1.6k

cw: smut. porn with plot. based off of the song miss possessive and sports car by tate mcrae. no use of y/n.

The room still smells like sweat and Ellie’s shampoo when you pull your shirt over your head, your body still humming from the heat of her touch. Ellie’s sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling her pants back on, her hair a mess, lips still a little swollen from your kisses. You’re both quiet as you finish dressing, the weight of what just happened lingering between you.

Ellie breaks the silence first. "You know," she starts, voice casual, but her eyes give her away. "We could just stop sneaking around. Make this... official."

You pause, fingers frozen on the button of your jeans. You should have expected this. Ellie’s been pushing at the edges of whatever this thing between you is for a while now. And you want to say yes. You do. But—

"I think we should wait," you say carefully, forcing yourself to meet her gaze. "Just a little longer."

Ellie lets out a slow breath, nodding. "Right. Yeah. Sure."

You reach for her hand, squeezing lightly. "It’s not that I don’t want to."

Ellie smirks, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. "Yeah? Could’ve fooled me."

You don’t know what to say to that, so you don’t say anything. You just finish getting dressed, pretend not to notice the way Ellie lingers a little longer than usual before finally heading out the door.

The Tipsy Bison is buzzing tonight. You sit at the bar, a half-finished drink in front of you, but your focus isn’t on it. It’s on her.

Ellie’s across the room, laughing at something Jesse said, but it’s not him you’re worried about. It’s the girl standing way too close to her, brushing against her arm like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You don’t even know her name, just that she’s new, and she’s too damn comfortable with Ellie.

Your grip tightens around the glass. It’s fine. It’s nothing. Ellie can talk to whoever she wants. Even if you and her had been messing around for weeks now. But it wasn't anything serious. That was supposed to mean something like this shouldn’t bother you. But it does.

You tell yourself that over and over, willing yourself to stay put. It’s not like you and Ellie are together. She can flirt if she wants. It’s fine. It’s—

Then Ellie glances your way. And smirks.

Your breath catches, irritation spiking sharp and hot in your veins. Because Ellie knows you’re watching. And she’s not pulling away. If anything, she leans in a little closer, letting the girl’s hand linger on her arm, amusement flickering in her green eyes as she watches you. She’s fucking testing you.

Your jaw clenches so hard it aches. You can’t fucking stand it—the way she looks at Ellie like she has a chance, and the way Ellie just lets her.

Your chair scrapes against the floor as you stand, shoulders tense, movements stiff. The walk across the room feels longer than it should, each step adding fuel to the fire burning in your chest.

When you reach them, you don’t hesitate. "Ellie." Your voice is sharp, cutting through the noise like a blade.

The named one turns to you, blinking, but you’re not looking at her. Your glare is fixed on the girl who’s still too close, still smiling like she doesn’t realize she’s seconds away from getting put in her place. God, you wanted to punch her so bad.

"You need something?" the girl asks, trying to sound casual, but there’s an edge to her voice. Good. She should be nervous.

You smile, all teeth. "Yeah. I need you to back the fuck off."

Silence falls between the three of you. Ellie’s eyes widen slightly, but you don’t look at her, too focused on the way the girl stiffens, expression flickering with shock, then irritation.

"Excuse me?" she scoffs, her posture less confident now.

"You heard me," you say coolly, stepping closer, cutting off whatever she was about to say. "You think batting your lashes at her is gonna get you somewhere? It won’t."

Ellie lets out a low breath, like she’s trying not to laugh. You still don’t look at her.

The girl huffs, crossing her arms. "I don’t see why it’s your business."

Now, you turn to Ellie, a big smile still plastered on your lips. "El?"

Ellie’s looking at you differently now. Her lips are parted slightly, her pupils blown wide, like she’s only just realizing something about you. Like she likes it. She doesn’t answer immediately, and you raise an eyebrow.

"You gonna tell her?" you challenge.

Ellie’s gaze flicks between you and the girl, and then she smirks. Slow. Knowing. Like she is enjoying this a little too much.

"Yeah," she says, voice lower than before. Then, she looks at the blonde girl, suddenly uninterested. "You should go."

The girl scoffs in disbelief but doesn’t argue, turning on her heel and walking away. You watch her go, satisfied, before turning back to Ellie.

She’s still looking at you like that. "Damn," she mutters under her breath, running a hand through her hair. "Didn’t know you had that in you."

You roll your eyes, caressing her waist. "Shut up."

"Nah. I kinda like it." Ellie grins, leaning in slightly, voice dropping.

Ellie's room is quiet, save for the sound of your footsteps pacing across the wooden floor, and the muffled noise of Joel's TV outside. She's leaning against her dresser, arms crossed, watching you with that unreadable expression that makes your stomach twist.

"Okay, what the hell was that?" you snap, finally stopping to glare at her.

Ellie raises an eyebrow. "What was what?"

"Don't play dumb, Ellie. That girl—at the bar? What the fuck was that?"

She shrugs, far too nonchalant. "I mean, we are nothing, right? That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? To wait?"

Your jaw clenches. You knew this was coming, but hearing her say it still makes something burn hot in your chest. "So, what, you were trying to piss me off?"

Ellie tilts her head, "did it work?"

You exhale sharply, stepping closer. "Yeah. It fucking did."

Ellie just watches you, her smirk widening like she’s enjoying this a little too much. You grab the front of her shirt, yanking her closer, and her breath hitches.

"Okay, fuck it," you mutter, eyes locked on hers. "You're my girlfriend now. You can’t do that anymore."

Ellie blinks, then her smirk softens into something warmer. "Yeah?" she murmurs, voice teasing but undeniably pleased.

You sigh, pressing your forehead against hers for a second. "Yeah."

Her hands settle on your hips, squeezing lightly. "Good. ‘Cause I wasn’t really interested in her anyway."

You groan. "Ellie."

She just laughs, leaning in to kiss you. But soon those soft kisses turn heated, and Ellie’s confidence start to get lost between them. She tugs at the hem of your top, and when you open your eyes and see her ears red with shyness, it’s your turn to smile.

"What’s wrong, baby?" you murmur, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her jaw. "Don’t go all quiet on me now."

She only whimpers beneath your touch. "Oh, Ellie, you shouldn’t have done that."

"Getting all cocky and flirty with another woman? In front of me?"

"I��I’m sor—" Her apology dissolves into a sharp gasp as your hand drifts lower, fingers teasing the waistband of her jeans. You trace slow, deliberate circles where she needs you most.

Unbuckling her belt, you whisper against her lips, "No, you’re not."

Ellie sinks onto the edge of the bed, her hands gripping your hips like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she lets go. Her thumbs dig into your skin, possessive, desperate.

"I need you to understand," you murmur, rolling your hips over her thigh, seeking friction.

She tries—god, she tries—to form words, but it’s nearly impossible when you’re grinding against her like that, taking what you want, using her to chase your own pleasure.

"That you were so mean," you breathe, moving faster, harder.

"Please, baby, pl—"

Didn’t she want a show? You’ll give her one.

"Listen carefully, babe." You gently push her back when she tries to hold onto you, her body trembling with need. "You can do it on your own, okay?"

Ellie’s breath catches, her head shaking before she can stop herself. Her thighs press tightly together, trying to stop the neediness.

"—while looking at me."

As if she accepts her destiny, she leans back, parting her legs just for you. She’s still burning with embarrassment, but she seems to forget about it.

"Good girl," you praise, knowing exactly how it affects her.

You strip off your clothes, and Ellie’s breath stutters when she catches sight of the deep violet marks scattered across your lower belly, the ones she left last night.

Her pupils darken as you grab a chair, propping your legs up just enough for her to see exactly how wet you are.

You dip your fingers between your folds, dragging them through your slick before slipping them inside, moaning. Ellie watches, mirroring every movement you do.

She tries—god, she tries—to hold back her noises, but how could she? Not when your thighs are all sticky and wet with your fluids, your clit flushed and swollen with need, your expression wrecked with pleasure.

"Keep making those noises f'me, baby. Please," Ellie begs, her voice barely more than a breath.

The room is silent save for the obscene, wet sounds of your fingers working inside yourselves, and the breathless pants slipping from Ellie’s lips.

You both fall apart within seconds of each other, bodies trembling, breaths ragged. Your legs are still shaking when you leave the chair, collapsing onto the mattress beside her. Without hesitation, you pull her in.

"I should make you jealous more often," Ellies teases, "oh my god."

You groan, "don’t you dare."

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bytemee · 2 months ago

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WICKED GAMES — YU JIMIN.

“bring your love baby, i could bring my shame.”

synopsis. fueled by liquor and jealousy, you show karina that she's not always the one in control.

pairing. mean!sorority!karina x (not so)loser!gp!reader

warning(s). 18+ smut, g!p reader, p in v (unprotected), degradation (um haha), rough sex, u call karina track #17 off 1989 taylors version by taylor swift (sl*t), spoiler alert she likes it, spanking, backshots or a good career, begging, tummy bulge, jus dirty man im sorry this isn't who i am

words. 3k

authors note. yes im late, yes i was sleep, yes im sorru. prob gonna make a masterlist for mean sorority karina (when i wake up tmr). no men interact w this one cuz yall already get yk...so plz don't ruin it

navigation. main masterlist. series masterlist. prev. next.

the bass from downstairs was still thumping through the walls, but you barely heard it over the sound of your own irritation.

you weren't even supposed to be here tonight. you told yourself that every time—every time karina batted her lashes at you and you showed up anyway, standing on the sidelines, playing the role of her personal support system when you weren't even hers to claim.

and yet, there you were again, nursing a drink that was long since finished, watching as some frat guy leaned in a little too close, grinning like he actually had a chance. karina wasn't exactly entertaining him, but she wasn't shutting him down either. just smiling, letting him talk, letting him think.

you clenched your jaw, rolling your empty cup between your fingers.

the party had dragged on longer than you wanted, but you stayed—because you always did. because karina wanted you there, and for some reason, that was enough.

you hadn't said anything when she let those frat guys linger a little too close, hadn't reacted when she flashed them that signature smile. you just watched, jaw tight, fingers curled around your empty cup, telling yourself it didn't matter.

but now, the night was winding down, and somehow, as always, you ended up here.

karina's room was quiet, muffling the heavy bass still shaking the walls downstairs. you barely acknowledged her as you dropped into the chair by her desk, pulling out your phone, pretending to be more interested in your screen than the way she moved around the room.

she hummed softly as she unzipped her dress, letting it slip off her shoulders, pooling on the floor. the sound of her humming was the only noise between the two of you, and it filled you with an uncomfortable warmth. "you were really quiet tonight," she mused, stepping out of it, now left in just a tank top and shorts.

you didn't answer. just kept scrolling.

karina turned, watching you for a moment before making her way over. she didn't hesitate before settling onto your lap, straddling you, one hand resting on your shoulder while the other tugged at your phone.

your gripped tightened, eyes still glued to the screen. "don't want to talk about it," you murmured, turning your head to avoid her lips.

a small smile slipped onto her lips, and her hand came up, brushing back a strand of your hair. "c'mon, don't be mad at me," she said, a hint of amusement in her tone, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you rolled your eyes.

karina clicked her tongue, fingers curling around your jaw, forcing you to meet her gaze. "don't pout, puppy" she cooed. "let's have some fun."

"i'm not in the mood."

"not even for me?" she pressed her hips forward, grinding down on you.

your expression darkened, jaw clenching. "karina—"

karina huffed, her grip on your jaw tightening just slightly. "you're being difficult," she muttered, leaning in, brushing her lips against yours. "thought you liked it when i gave you attention."

"not in the mood," you repeated, pushing her back.

"what, did the guys downstairs upset you?" she said, a knowing smirk slipping onto her face.

Karina stared at your expression for a long moment, waiting for your resounding silence to confirm what she already knew. She chuckled, running a finger along your jaw, leaning in, voice low as she spoke. "are you jealous, puppy?"

your expression hardened.

"shut up," you muttered, grabbing her wrist, releasing her hold on your face. "do you get off being a slut or something?"

karina blinked, eyes widening, her breath hitching slightly. her usual confidence wavered, the teasing expression on her face faltering as a faint blush rose to her cheeks. she opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

her wrist flexed slightly in your grip, not in an attempt to pull away, but more like she was unsure of what to do with herself now. for once, she wasn't in control.

"i asked you a question," you murmured, tightening your hold just enough to make her shiver.

karina swallowed hard, lips parting as she stared up at you, the pink blush on her face growing darker. her tongue darted out, wetting her bottom lip, eyes darkening.

"yes," she whispered, a slight whine in her voice.

"what was that?"

she inhaled shakily, her hips shifting against yours. "y-yes, i get off being a slut," she admitted, a soft moan escaping her.

"that's what i thought," you said, voice low, your free hand dropping to her waist. you squeezed her hip, drawing a sharp gasp from her, your hand drifting lower, squeezing her ass. "you're so fucking annoying," you breathed, leaning in, pressing your lips to her jaw.

"oh, fuck," she gasped, hips pressing forward, hands dropping to your chest. "i'm sorry," she mumbled, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt, clinging onto you as you nipped and sucked at her skin.

you hummed, kissing your way up her neck. "are you?"

karina let out a whimper, her hips grinding down against yours.

"you're the only one i want," she whispered, turning her head, catching your lips in a messy kiss. "the only one who can make me feel this good."

you groaned, the sound muffled against her mouth, your hand gripping her hip, tugging her closer. karina's arms came up, wrapping around your neck, fingers tangling into your hair, moaning against your mouth.

you pulled back, just enough to breathe. "so annoying," you repeated, the words lost to the press of your lips.

karina smiled against your mouth. "i know."

it was all too easy to give in to her. to give her exactly what she wanted. you knew she had you wrapped around her finger, and she didn't hesitate to use it to her advantage.

you hated her, and loved her, and everything in between.

she kissed like a dream, the faint taste of strawberry chapstick lingering on her lips, her tongue hot and eager against yours. a soft moan escaped her as her fingers tangled into your hair, nails grazing your scalp, her hips rolling against you, a breathy whine slipping past her lips.

your grip tightened around her waist before you lifted her effortlessly, turning to drop her onto the bed. she grinned, hands reaching for your shirt, trying to pull you down with her. but you pushed her back, pressing her into the mattress, guiding her onto her stomach, her legs hanging over the edge.

she glanced over her shoulder at you, a teasing glint in her eyes as she let out a soft laugh.

"really? from behind?" she mused, lips forming the slightest pout.

you exhaled sharply, rolling your eyes before gripping her hips, pulling her back until her ass was raised. with one swift motion, you tugged down her shorts and underwear, leaving her bare beneath you.

karina bit her lip, a soft moan escaping her at the cool air.

"you wanted to be fucked, didn't you?" you asked, hand coming down to her ass, a loud slap echoing through the room.

karina jolted forward with a cry, the pain only causing her arousal to grow. "f-fuck," she whimpered, pressing back into your hand, desperate for more. you spanked her again and again, leaving her skin red and warm. karina's cries grew louder, her grip tightening on the sheets, her back arching beautifully.

"please," she moaned, eyes fluttering closed.

you spanked her once more, harder this time, the sound of your hand against her skin ringing in your ears.

"please what?" you murmured, dropping to your knees behind her, pressing a soft kiss to her skin.

"want you," she breathed, a quiet whine escaping her. "wanna be fucked. please, wanna be fucked."

"yeah?"

"fuck me," she pleaded, voice cracking as your belt jingled. karina sighed at the sound, anticipation building, her legs spreading, her hips rocking back and forth, desperate for friction. you could hear her ragged breaths, and you could practically see the way her hands were fisted into the sheets, the way her eyes were squeezed shut, the way she was biting her lip in anticipation.

you pushed down your pants, just enough to release your cock, taking yourself in hand. karina moaned as you lined up, a shiver running through her, the head of your cock teasing her entrance.

"you're gonna be a good girl for me, right?" you asked, hand trailing up her back, tugging at her hair.

karina's response was a high-pitched whimper, her hips pressing back against you. you pulled harder, tugging her head back, forcing a moan from her throat.

"use your words, baby."

"yes!" she gasped, her hips pressing back, desperately trying to find purchase. "yes, yes, i'll be good. i'll be a good girl. just fuck me. please, please fuck me. i need it. i need you. please."

"good girl."

karina cried out, fingers curling into the sheets as you sank into her. her mouth fell open, head tipping back, her eyes squeezing shut as her jaw fell open. she was so wet and hot and tight, and it felt so good, and she looked so perfect, and you were going to ruin her. you groaned, sinking deeper and deeper into her until your hips were pressed flush against hers.

"oh, fuck," she whined, her back arching.

you let go of her hair, letting her fall forward, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. you grabbed her hips, digging your fingers into her skin hard enough to leave bruises, and started to move. karina moaned, fingers scrabbling at the sheets, desperate to find something to hold onto, as you fucked her into the mattress.

your pace was quick, a mix of shallow thrusts and deep ones, never letting up, never giving her a chance to recover. her voice cracked as her moans grew louder, her body shuddering, the pressure building in her core.

"you like being fucked like a little slut?"

"y-yes!" she gasped, nodding, her eyes rolling back as your cock hit the perfect spot. "f-fuck, fuck, fuck. so fucking good, feels so good, god, i'm gonna cum. don't stop. i'm so close. fuck, i'm gonna—!"

"not yet."

"p-please!" she cried, voice cracking, her hips stuttering.

"hold it," you warned, voice low, a dangerous edge to your tone.

she sobbed, shaking her head. you gripped her hips tighter, controlling the pace as she whimpered in frustration, on the brink of release.

she cried out as you slapped her ass, a harsh sting spreading through her. you gripped her hair, tugging her head back, forcing her back to arch. she moaned, the new angle hitting deeper, her voice cracking, her walls tightening around you.

"are you going to cum?"

"yes!"

"say it."

"i'm gonna cum, i'm gonna cum, please let me cum," she whimpered, a desperate sob escaping her. "p-please. please, i'm so close, please let me cum, fuck, please."

you growled, a low, possessive sound, and you reached for her chin, pulling her head back even further. "cum for me, rina."

the moment the words left your mouth, karina's body jerked forward with a scream. her thighs shook, her hips bucked, and her body shuddered as she came, the pleasure crashing over her in waves. she was beautiful, her voice ringing through the room, her hair sticking to her forehead, her eyes screwed shut, her lips parted in a silent cry.

you released her hair, letting her collapse against the mattress, her body going limp as her orgasm faded. her hips rolled against yours, the small movements pushing her through her aftershocks, her voice a quiet whimper, her fingers curling into the sheets, her back rising and falling with her shallow breaths.

"so beautiful," you murmured, stroking her back.

she was gorgeous, flushed and breathless, and completely spent. you ran your fingers along her spine, up and down, up and down, letting her come down from her high. she hummed, her eyes fluttering closed, her body relaxing.

"how are you feeling, baby?" you asked, brushing her hair out of her face.

"'m good," she mumbled, her lips curving into a lazy smile. "feel good."

you nodded, leaning down, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. "that's good. can you take some more?"

she let out a quiet hum, a soft moan escaping her. "more?"

you gave a gentle nod, and karina's lips curled into a sly grin.

"fuck me."

karina gasped as you moved her, your hands gripping her, manhandling her, positioning her. she was pliant, her body moving willingly under your touch, and a small whine escaped her as you pulled her to you. you sat on your knees, karina on her back in front of you, legs spread, head tilted back, exposing the smooth column of her throat.

you sat on your knees, karina on her back in front of you, legs spread, head tilted back, exposing the smooth column of her throat.

you couldn't resist leaning down, pressing your lips to her neck, your tongue tracing the skin there, tasting her. she let out a soft moan, her hands coming up to rest on your shoulders, nails digging into your flesh. you bit down, leaving a mark on her skin, before sucking on the spot, eliciting a sharp cry from her.

you pulled back, staring down at her, and she stared back, eyes heavy, her lips parted, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.

"beautiful," you murmured, hand trailing down her body, stopping at her breast, squeezing her under her tank top. karina whimpered, hips rocking against yours, a breathy moan escaping her as you pinched her nipple. "you're so perfect, karina. such a pretty little thing."

she flushed, biting her lip.

you chuckled, leaning down, catching her lips in a kiss. "don't act shy now."

"m'not," she mumbled, her hands trailing up your back, tangling into your hair.

"no?" you asked, pressing kisses to her cheek, down her jaw, and her neck. you could feel the warmth radiating off her, her pulse quickening under your lips, her skin flushing, and it was all too easy to imagine her face. her eyes screwed shut, bottom lip caught between her teeth, her cheeks painted with a dark blush, her expression so perfectly sweet.

you leaned back, your gaze dropping to where you were still buried inside her. your cock was glistening, slick with her arousal, and you licked your lips. karina inhaled sharply, watching you with wide eyes, a soft whine escaping her.

"you want me to make you cum again, baby?" you asked, slowly dragging yourself out of her. she nodded eagerly, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she balled up your shirt, half confused why you were still wearing it but too deep in the moment to question it.

"want it so bad," she said, the words slipping past her lips before she could think. you chuckled, pushing back into her with one quick thrust, forcing a moan from her. you stilled your hips, just for a moment, looking at the bulge in her stomach, her skin stretched around your cock, and a shiver ran through you.

"god, look at that," you whispered, your voice thick with lust, a hand pressing down on her stomach. "you take my cock so well, karina."

she whimpered, her head falling back against the pillow, her eyes fluttering closed. her walls fluttered around you, clenching and unclenching, her body craving more, wanting you deeper. she moaned, her hips moving, trying to get you to move, but you stayed still, your eyes glued to her stomach.

"fuck, you're so big," she mumbled, a shaky breath escaping her, her thighs trembling.

"yeah?" you murmured, grinding into her just slightly. "feels good, baby?"

"yeah," she whined, nodding, her fingers tightening their grip on your shirt. "you feel so good. love how deep you are."

a groan rumbled in your chest, and you leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips, a soft whimper escaping her.

"gonna make you feel even better, baby."

karina's eyes snapped open as you started moving, her head falling back with a moan. her arms wrapped around your neck, holding onto you tightly, her legs hooking around your waist. you groaned, a low, guttural sound, her head turning to the side as you quickened your pace, her breath coming in short gasps.

"so good," she whined, her voice cracking, her grip tightening around you. "oh, god. y-you're gonna make me cum again."

"already?"

"mhm," she hummed, biting her lip, a desperate whimper escaping her. "f-fuck. oh, shit. feels s-so good. please, please. fuck, don't stop. gonna make me cum, gonna make me cum."

"such a slut," you murmured, lips pressing to her cheek, your hand slipping between your bodies, thumb circling her clit. "so sensitive."

karina jolted with a cry, her hips jerking up against yours, her back arching, her mouth falling open in a silent moan. she was a wreck, and you loved it. her eyes were screwed shut, her face scrunched up in pleasure, her walls clenching around you, and the sight had you throbbing.

"you're so fucking sexy, rina," you breathed, nipping at her neck, your thrusts getting rougher, losing any sense of rhythm. "i could do this forever. fucking ruin you, make you scream my name."

karina was beyond words. all she could do was moan and gasp and whine, her body rocking beneath yours.

"cum for me," you murmured, your lips trailing across her jaw, nipping at her earlobe.

she cried out, her hips stuttering, her walls clamping down around you, her head thrown back as she came, the pleasure coursing through her. her body trembled, and you fucked her through her orgasm, her moans and cries echoing off the walls.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum," you muttered, burying your face in her neck.

"please," she whimpered, the word muffled against your skin, her voice cracking. "please, wanna be filled. wanna be yours. cum for me, cum for me. please."

you moaned, the sound rumbling in your chest, as you slammed into her, burying yourself to the hilt. karina cried out as you came, your cock throbbing, filling her. you shuddered, your body going slack, a low groan escaping you, your grip on her hips loosening.

she hummed, her fingers trailing up and down your back, a soft, sated sound, as she held you. she was warm and pliant and perfect, and for a moment, all you could think about was her.

your breaths were ragged, chests heaving, as you both tried to catch your breath. your lips brushed against hers, soft and sweet, and you could feel her smile.

"was that good?"

"yes," she breathed, nodding. "it was amazing. thank you, puppy."

you hummed, your thumb trailing along her hip.

"can you stay tonight?" she asked, a slight pleading tone to her voice.

you couldn't help the smile that slipped onto your face, pressing another kiss to her cheek.

"yeah, rina. i'll stay."

she grinned, the sight making your chest tight, and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.

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playnextdoor · 4 months ago

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I adore you puppy

summary: you and caitlyn try a collar and a leash

CW: swearing, drinking, slight intoxication, dom! caitlyn, the reader wears a collar and leash, the reader is referred to as "puppy" but its not petplay, slight slapping (i love it idc), Cait is a little mean (whats new), reader's chest is referred to as 'breasts', fingering (r! receiving), not really proofread despite it sitting in my drafts for the past week

The thought of introducing your kinks to Caitlyn crosses your mind one drunken night. Red wine makes you horny and tired, and you stretch out on the couch, trying to look seductive, but in reality, it looks like you’re struggling not to fall. Caitlyn, practically sober as she watches you, finds it endearing.

“I’ve been thinking,” you say, slurring slightly as you sit up and sip wine from your sleek glass. Caitlyn’s eyes follow how your tongue traces the rim of the glass, lingering on your lips. You’re oblivious to the effect you have on her. She wants to take you to bed, cradle your darling face, and perhaps tease you a little. But her respect for you keeps her patient, she’ll wait until you’re sober.

Caitlyn glances up from her book, the candlelight casting a warm glow over the left side of her face.

“What do ya think..” you hiccup, earning a soft laugh from her, “of me wearing a collar?”You finish the thought as you empty your glass.

Caitlyn blinks in surprise and then shakes her head, chuckling under her breath.

“I’m not opposed,” she says, her body leaning toward yours. Her movement invites a kiss, and you meet her halfway. She plants one kiss on the corner of your mouth, then presses her lips softly to yours, letting it linger. Before she can deepen it, you jab a finger into her chest.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you mumble, your half-lidded eyes locking with hers. Her calm and composed expression only fuels your anticipation. She smiles softly.

“Yes, I think you’d look adorable,” she replies, taking your hand gently from her chest. “But I think you’ll feel better in the morning if you drink some water and lie down.”

Rolling your eyes, you leave her and stumble toward the kitchen. As you giggle, you hear Caitlyn’s quick footsteps behind you. She’s close, ready to catch you if you trip down the long staircase.

Two nights later, you waited for her arrival, just as you did most nights. The moon illuminated her room, highlighting its true size and casting a soft glow over everything. Your eyes lingered on the intricate mosaic paintings adorning the tall ceilings. The sheets on her bed, smooth and luxurious, wrapped around you like a silky sateen ocean.

Her familiar footsteps echoed in the hallway, each heavy boot fall growing closer. She opened the door gently, unaware that you were already awake, and your body turned toward her. You watched her undress like a creep, not that she would mind. Loosening her dark blue, almost black hair from its ponytail, a soft sigh slipping from her lips. Facing away from you, she began to undress. You couldn’t help but muffle your giggles as you notice her struggle, nearly tripping over her feet while shedding the multiple layers of clothing.

“Cait,” you whispered harshly for the third time, startling her. She dropped her eyepatch, the final item she had been removing. Clutching her chest, she spun toward you, her expression shifting into a defeated smile.

“Sorry,” you murmured softly.

She shook her head, silently dismissing your apology, and approached you with something hidden behind her back.

“I have something for you,” she whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. Despite her composed demeanor, she kept her voice low, as if the guards a few halls down might hear. “Take a look.”

You sat up in the tangle of sheets, and Caitlyn steadied herself by placing a knee on the bed.

She pulled out a small black box, just large enough to fit in her slim hand. As she opened it toward herself, she bit her lip.

“You’re gonna kill me,” she muttered.

When she finally turned the box toward you, your breath hitched. Inside lay a beautiful black leather collar, accented with a silver pendant. The shining cursive letters spelling Kirramman’s made your cheeks flush.

“Caitlyn! Have you lost your mind?” you half whispered exclaimed, playfully shoving her shoulder. Her eyes met yours, and her soft smile mirrored your embarrassment. Both of you blushed like awkward teenagers on a first date.

“I only asked one person to make it, and I promise they don’t know its intended use,” she replied, pulling the collar from its box. The protective cotton piece fell away, revealing a silver chain attached to the leather. She tested the leash, letting the metal clink softly as she ran her fingers over it.

“And what exactly is the intended purpose?” you asked, a devious smile creeping across your lips. You already knew the answer; you were the one who’d suggested it, duh.

Caitlyn shrugged, faking innocence. “To remind you of your place. You’ve had trouble listening lately,” she teased, her smug grin now firmly in place. Her gaze locked onto yours, silently seeking permission without pressuring you.

Her words sent heat coursing through you. Caitlyn’s authoritative tone, paired with the quiet, deliberate attention she always gave you, left you squeezing your thighs together.

“You need to tell me, my love,” she said, snapping you out of your thoughts. Her finger tilted your chin upward, forcing you to meet her eyes.

“Uhhhh, yeah,” you stammered, blinking up at her. Her tall figure seemed to grow even more imposing, towering over you as her voice wrapped around you like a command.

“No, no, no,” Caitlyn laughed, and you couldn’t tell if she found your reaction cute or pathetic—probably both. “It’s yes…?” she prompted, her tone expectant.

Her fingers trailed down from your chin to your neck, gripping it gently. The slight pressure made your breath hitch, and you barely suppressed a moan.

“Yes, miss,” you finally whispered.

"Oh, come on now, up," Caitlyn commands.

She sits gracefully, wearing nothing but lacy black panties and a loosely tied silky blue robe, her black eyepatch in place just as it was that morning. The way her legs cross so effortlessly has you shifting uncomfortably in your current position.

You're nearly nude, just your underwear and the collar you'd so desperately wanted to wear. Now, with Caitlyn checking on you every minute to make sure you're okay, the caress of her fingers over your cheek, the weight of it feels all too real.

You perch yourself on the sofa beside her, glancing up. She notices everything-the slight sheen in your eyes, the unsteady rise and fall of your chest, and the way the metal leash gleams as it dangles between you. Her hand remains steady on the handle, a subtle reminder of how she’s in control.

"You've been good, yeah?" she asks softly, her hand lifting to cup your cheek. You can’t help but lean into it. Her thumb brushes gently across your skin, leaving you warm and utterly undone beneath her touch.

You nod, but Caitlyn gives you a light slap across your cheek.

You nod, but Caitlyn lightly slaps your cheek.

“Speak,” she demands, her words sharp. You shrink under her gaze, feeling yourself grow small.

“Yes, miss,” you whisper hoarsely, your hands clasping together as they fidget, bracing for her next move.

“So, does that mean you deserve to be touched?” she presses, her hand gently soothing the heat rising on your cheek.

“Yes, miss,” you answer more firmly this time, earning a satisfied hum from Caitlyn. She pats her lap, her hand swiftly wrapping the metal chain around her wrist as you scramble to comply, nearly toppling over in your rush.

“Well, you have to tell me where you need me,” she teases, tugging the chain gently while you wiggle into place beside her. Her hand glides over your neck, collarbone, the curve of your chest, and down to your stomach.

“Do you want me inside yet?” she asks, her fingers trailing down your body, brushing over your clothed clit. The white, lacy-frilled panties she chose for you stand in sharp contrast to the black leather collar snug around your neck.

You nod eagerly, only to realize too late that you’ve made the same mistake again.

Pulling harsher this time, Caitlyn caused you to topple nearly over her. Her condescending tone makes you want to hide in a corner. “Really?” She asks with disappointment hints in her voice.

“I—” you stammer, scrambling back into position. The word sticks in your throat as the restraint tugs firmly against you. Her warm and intoxicating scent overwhelms your senses, leaving you helplessly melting into her presence. “I want you inside, miss. Please.”

She releases the leash and cups your face gently, guiding your gaze to hers. Her lips meet yours in a soft, healing kiss. As you kiss back timidly, she presses harder against your clit, making you hiss as the friction builds. You grind down instinctively, gasping when her teeth nip at your bottom lip.

“Take them off,” she commands, patting your cunt lightly to urge you. You slide off to the side, removing the damp underwear with shaky hands. Folding them neatly, you place them on the armrest before turning back to her, your eyes wide and glossy with anticipation.

She watches you with an almost possessive pride, savoring the sight of your desperation. Knowing she’s the only one who gets to see you like this—so raw, so eager—feeds her. It’s intoxicating. The two of you are unashamedly perverse, but Caitlyn always takes it further, and you love her for it.

“So noisy today, hmm?” Caitlyn teases, her fingers playing with your folds as your hips rock weakly to meet her touch. Your hands rise to your chest, fiddling with the collar around your neck. The sight sends Caitlyn reeling.

“Maybe I need to gag you, yeah?” she murmurs, her voice strained to match your breathless mewls. You nod eagerly, the movement growing frantic as she presses two fingers firmly against your swollen clit, grinding slowly and deliberately.

“Uh-uh, Cait—” you choke out, grabbing at the cold chain for comfort. The soft clicking of the metal and the mix of your moans fill the room. Forgotten, the leash handle dangles loosely from her hand as Caitlyn watches you lose yourself on her fingers. Leaning closer, she struggles to see clearly past her eyepatch, and you arch instinctively, putting on an even more shameless show for her.

Leaning back onto her hand, you take control, fucking yourself on her fingers. One arm clings to the headboard of the couch for support as you bounce and grind in a rhythmic frenzy. Caitlyn watches, captivated by the soft ‘o’ of your mouth, the slick, obscene strings of arousal dripping down her fingers, the way your free hand grips the leash tightly.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Caitlyn gasps, her voice heavy with desire. Her fingers move with your faltering rhythm, guiding you as exhaustion creeps in. She presses her palm harder against your clit, each contact pushing you closer. Caitlyn knows this move too well; she’s perfected it. Memories flood back of her chest pressed to your back, her fingers curving just right, leaving you trembling for hours afterward.

This time, you nod eagerly, her two fingers sliding deeper as your voice catches. The rough drag of her palm sends sparks shooting through you, pooling heat low in your stomach.

“Y’gonna come?” Caitlyn coos. You nod again, your wide eyes meeting hers, pleading. She visibly restrains herself from yanking your leash to deny you of your release. Sweat gleams on your chest as it rises and falls, your breaths uneven.

“Beg then,” she commands.

You whine first, and she tugs the leash sharply.

“C’mon, you can do it. What happened to my sweet puppy, hmm?” Her teasing strikes a nerve, the word puppy breaking you. Your body gushes in her hand, trembling.

“Please miss —Caitlyn, please need you.” You try speeding your hips up, but she's already steps ahead of you. Her fingers relentlessly speed up, and she can tell how much you like them when she slightly curves them. She watches as you plea and cry, head tilting back as she unashamedly watches the way your tits bounce with every thrust of her fingers.

“Cait— mm gonna,” you can barely get the words out as if this girl’s fingers can’t get any faster. The soft squelching of your arousal as her fingers splatter in little spurts over the sofa. You glance down and nearly come again at the sight of her fingers playing with your folds, your brain turning to mush.

“Holy shit!” a high-pitched sound cried out as you came, falling onto the back of the sofa. Caitlyn nearly dives onto you, fingers slipping out as she rubs soothing circles on your swollen clit. And all you can do is take it so far gone that you can't help but jerk every time Cait flicks your bud a certain way.

Your legs clamp together instinctively, trapping her wrist as you slump against the couch. Heart racing, you whimper softly as Caitlyn withdraws her hand, wiping her fingers before leaning in to kiss your cheek. Unhooking the leash from your collar, she steps away, grabbing her robe and the long-forgotten glass of water.

“So… puppy, hmm?” she teases, a smirk tugging at her lips.

You glare at her, cheeks flushing, which only makes her laugh.

“Enough,” you mumble, turning your face into the pillow to hide your embarrassment. Caitlyn trails her hand up your bare

back, her nails scratching lightly, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“It’s cute, no? I know you like it,” she says softly, her voice dripping with confidence as her fingers trace idle patterns across your skin.

You nod into the pillow, fidgeting, too embarrassed to face her. Caitlyn always teases you like this after your moments together, her confidence making it impossible to get back at her. But this time, she lets you be. Brushing back the hair covering your neck, she leans down to kiss the spot where the collar sat, trailing soft kisses down your back.

Her lips trail along your bare skin, soft and gentle, as she whispers, “You know, I love seeing you like this. All mine.”

Your face heats, but you can’t help the muttered response that escapes. “You’re insufferable.” The words are muffled into the pillow, your voice tinged with lingering embarrassment.

Caitlyn laughs softly, the sound low and warm in your ear. “Insufferable, huh?” she repeats, her hand wandering to lightly pinch your thigh, earning a startled squeak from you. “Pretty bold for someone who was just crying on my fingers.”

“You’re lucky I like you,” you mutter, rolling onto your side to glance at her, your lips curving into a small, tired smile.

“Oh, puppy,” she grins, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, “you’re lucky I fucking adore you.”

The words catch you off guard, leaving you warm and speechless. Caitlyn leans in, her lips brushing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss that sends a comforting warmth in your chest.

a/n: i apologize for this unintentional writing hiatus, life has been crazy. this was supposed to be longer but i got lazy and insecure lol, hope you enjoyed it anyway

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uncookedfeeler · 7 months ago

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Citrus II🍋

Yuna x Male Reader

Tags : 7k, smut, incest, daddy kink,

Part 1

Five past eight in the morning, you arrive in front of your company, after having crossed a few blocks in the capital, at the automatic barrier, you wave to the guards to say hello and make your way to the underground car park, of course you have reserved your own space, not far from the lift, the privilege of having an important place in the company, you say to yourself; once the car has stopped, your bag in hand, you walk at a brisk pace to the lift and press the button for your floor.

Your impatience and shame are growing, you're late, which is far from your usual routine, especially when your president is probably waiting for you in your office. The reason for your lateness is even more shameful, but you're determined to put these thoughts aside during the working day.

Once you are on your floor, you pass through a second glass door, which you open with your badge. In the corner is the office of your secretary, who stands up to greet you and to warn you that the CEO is already in your office, just as you had expected.

"Hello Mrs Kang, and thank you, how long has he been here?"

"Not long, he arrived 5 minutes ago, he seems to be smiling, I think you'll be fine," she replies with a nervous smile, "would you like me to make some coffees and bring them to you?"

"No need, I'll do it myself, otherwise nothing else for the rest of the day? "

"There's a lot of paperwork to do today after the president leaves, your meetings don't start until this afternoon". You give her a thumbs up before putting your hands on the latch of your door.

Your office was a modern space filled with clean lines and muted tones. A large executive desk dominated the room; behind it, tall windows filtered soft daylight through half-drawn blinds, while recessed lights softly illuminated the dark wood cabinets lining the back wall. In the corner, a pair of white armchairs and a sofa were accented by a single red cushion.

Across from you is your chairman, a middle-aged man with short grey hair and a warm smile. His face has visible wrinkles, particularly around the eyes, suggesting a friendly mood. He is wearing a formal dark suit and tie.

“I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr Ahn,” you say, bowing 90° to him.

"Ha ha, hello director, there's no need to be so formal, just get up and sit down,”he says, pointing with both hands to the seat in front of him.

“Thank you, would you like a coffee while I'm up?”

“A short one then, my wife says I drink too much.”

You walk over to your desk and behind your chair is a piece of furniture that runs the full height of the wall, on top of which are various decorations, including your personal coffee machine.

“They all say that, but a good machine needs its fuel to work properly, doesn't it?”

“Absolutely.”

A few minutes pass as you place your respective coffees on the table between you, warning him that they are still very hot.

“I heard about the new contracts with JYP, good work Director Shin, I imagine it must have taken a lot of negotiation, they're notoriously difficult to do business with.”

“You could say that, it's not the first time they've worked with a cosmetics company like us, and it seems that their previous partnerships haven't been very successful, but with the work of the whole team, I think we've convinced them to count on us.”

“We still don't know the names of the models who will be wearing our products? if they match our latest collections well, I think it would be a great boost to our sales.”

“No information on that, the TWICE girls would be perfect, they embody the mid-twenties woman and seem to have finally lost their all-cute and pink ribbon image.”

As you finish your sentence, you see the chairman smiling after taking a sip of his coffee.

"Really good coffee, and why not ITZY, I'm sure they could certainly manage it too", the President smiles obviously as he mentions the group to which your daughter belongs.

"Yes, I'm sure", you reply with a touch of humour, the President knows very well who your daughter is and the joke shows how close you are to him.

"By the way, how is your daughter, she's appearing all over the country, she really seems to be riding on her popularity, you must be very proud of her".

"Sure, I try to keep up with her, although it's not as easy as it sounds, I imagine she'd be surprised to model for our company, I doubt she knows where I work or my position," you say with regret in your voice.

"Raising a daughter is not easy, I'll give you that, my older daughter... "Before he can finish, your phone rings to tell you that you've received a message with an attachment.

"When we were talking about the wolf, she sent me a message, sorry, go on, sir," you say, trying to get the conversation going again.

"Take your time, it's important to maintain a relationship with your children, especially when they've left home," he replies, leaning back on the sofa to take a step back.

After unlocking your phone, you click on the notification to open Yuna's message, which contains a link to a video and the message "how to grow my lemons", the link takes you to the streaming site Yuna uses and a replay starts :

"I've talked about this before, but the other day I took two lemons home to my parents that I've been growing for a long time, I'm not very good at it, so I asked my dad for help, he worked hard on them yesterday, you should have seen him, he played with them first and then he watered them generously, I think he's learning as much as I am, so I looked up on the internet how to grow them properly:

- First you need to stir the soil well with your fingers or a tool, then you need to push the seeds in deeply until they reach the end, then you need to water the soil regularly with love to increase the chances of getting a big lemon.

My two lemons have already grown well, so I'm wondering if I shouldn't put in a new seed to make a third, much bigger than the others," she said as she finished her explanation, stroking her stomach several times each time the word seed was mentioned.

Your promise to keep your impure thoughts out of your workplace, but Yuna's provocation, so innocent at first, is dangerously immoral and exciting in the right context.

"Your daughter seems to have found a passion for gardening, which is rare for young people who have only known the capital and its huge buildings," the President replies in an amused tone.

"However, I wonder if young women have an attraction for fruity things, it brings a sweet and innocent side while retaining the exotic taste of a sweet and strong flavour, should we explore this avenue for our products?" he asked, he's the President after all, so business comes first for him.

"It's hard to say, I know she had a shoot with different fruits as a concept, she doesn't quite fit the image of a young teenager, but an entry-level range for young girls with products that are easy to apply and discreet or even fragrant could be a target".

Another message appears on your screen with only the text ‘Now you know how to do it 💦🍋’.

The shock is quite brutal, you would never have imagined that your daughter would be so direct with you on this subject, after all you only really resumed your father-daughter relationship yesterday, the difference in personality between the nice, almost innocent girl you had yesterday and this morning and now, where she doesn't hesitate to tease you in public or by text message, a part of you hopes that she is just doing it for fun and not to satisfy you for fear of being abandoned again.

At no point do you want to force her down a path that won't make her happy, you've already thrown away your morals for her, now her happiness is your only concern, her wishes are your orders and pleasing your princess remains your goal in life.

You thank her for the guide and send her a sticker of a cat blowing kisses, followed by an 'I love you'. You put your phone back in your pocket to resume your conversation with your CEO as the clock ticks.

"I think we're done, I've really enjoyed this chat, I knew I could count on you to come up with new ideas, would you like to join the monthly review of their project, let's bring them the seed of your future fruity project," as the President stands up and walks towards the door.

"Sure, I'm following you"

The meeting has seemed endless, the chair and the others have taken it in turns to stimulate the discussion with their ideas, and what was supposed to be a simple project review has turned into a kick-off meeting for your project. It's past lunchtime and you've just returned to your office, completely drained of energy and with an appetite that's starting to grow. However, your position in the company means that with a simple phone call you can have a member of the kitchen staff come to your floor with your food.

"Knock, knock"

"You can come in"

"Morning, Director Shin, here's your lunch," says an athletic-looking young man as he places it on your desk.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, I've had a busy morning and my legs need a rest," you say in a moment of weakness.

"No, no, no problem, sir, I'll come back for the tray later, enjoy your meal". The young man leaves your office in a hurry.

As you pounced on your meal like a hungry hyena, this break being one of the rare moments when you let your invasive curiosity take over, you grabbed the mouse of your computer to open the search browser and typed in the name of your company as well as your first name, you had this strong feeling that you knew what was being said about you or your company, public opinion is important and you were also worried about letting your bad reputation tarnish that of your daughter in case of problems at work.

And although you didn't show her much, it was also your ritual to follow your daughter's career. All these years you have been following her journey as an adult in the industry, and it fills you with pride that today your daughter's name still appears at the top of the search rankings.

Her latest Instagram post seems to have set the internet on fire, as you click on the top trending link to see a series of photos of her in the bathroom of your house, her hair flaming red, her make-up perfectly applied to her face and her brown eyes piercing through the mirror. She's wearing a lovely black and white tank top and I'm sure you'll agree that she looks absolutely fucking gorgeous in these photos, the comments are flooding in with praise for her look, despite the occasional haters, but nothing new.

You quickly take out your phone to leave a message for your princess:

"I've just seen your photos, you're as beautiful as ever," while attaching a photo of the article you took with your phone. Once you've sent the message, you go back to your meal and your thoughts take over, you realise that this kind of little intention would have started from the beginning of her career, the simple fact of exchanging with your child and the feeling that comes from it soothes your heart and too bad if you become a clingy dad, you're going to tell her every day.

You're suddenly brought back to reality when your phone displays a notification saying that she's replied to you with a simple :

"Hihi thank you 😛, look at my little present", while a second message appears with a still blurred image, followed by a third in the conversation, Yuna had sent it as sensitive content, so you have to click on it to view it, and you're far from imagining what's revealed before your eyes: the last message served as a description with the words:

"it was just after the shower when i was getting ready to go to the company, my little lemons have turned into cherries, all i need now is your big seed 🍒" the photo is taken from a higher angle where your daughter lifts her top to reveal her small breasts and the many hickey marks still present on her body, Her left breast and nipple are well marked by your mouth, not forgetting that she's not wearing anything, and you can see her little bush underneath, with a comment at the bottom: "To 🍼 my 🧔🏻, He must 🍼 my 😻 first".

At that moment, your cock springs to attention in a flash, it shoots up through your trousers and slams against your belly, any man knows that pain and it's far from pleasant, you loosen your belt to give your raging member a little slack, this little minx knew what to do to excite someone and the hours were going to be long from now on.

The rest of the day goes by slowly, you don't dare take out your phone for fear of getting into an embarrassing situation, you still feel some vibrations in the afternoon, but like a good professional you don't even look, the hours go by until the beginning of the evening, you leave your office and go to the underground car park, you make the effort to look at your phone and all you get are trivial messages, You're a little disappointed because you were secretly hoping for more messages from Yuna, halfway there you find yourself stuck in traffic on the road and you decide to call Yuna to find out how her day went, she answers almost immediately but doesn't answer your question, but you can hear the girls chatting as if she had picked up the phone and put it on a table.

You wonder what kind of phone she uses to get such good quality, the girls' voices are easily recognisable and the sound is as if you were in the room with them.

Yeji: "Ugh, yesterday's shoot was so chaotic! I swear we almost lost our minds trying to get the perfect angle".

Lia: "I know, right? I thought we were going to end up on a blooper reels. Remember when we all turned the wrong way during that one scene?

Ryujin: "Yeah, and Yuna was the only one who actually turned the right way! I guess she has an 'inner compass' or something..."

Yuna: "Hey! I just knew what to do! Plus you stole my concept, remember!"

Yeji: "I mean, you didn't mind talking about it online, you even mentioned your dad again, you're such a daddy girl after all"

Yuna: "Not you too! Can we please not talk about my 'daddy issues' again?"

Chaeryeong: "We can't help it! It's just so weird how you don't even look at all the sexy boys around us, I wonder what you do with all those pictures of him you snatch from the internet".

Lia: “'Even though we know what she's doing, she's acting cold towards him, but in the end it makes you hot, doesn't it? you should at least try dating someone, we've all done it so far and it's like, we're not asking you to sleep with them, just get some dating experience”

Chaeryeong: “Easy Lia-unnie, you're the one taking selfies with your exes' dicks in your mouth aren't you? they never fucked you anyway so keep your advice to yourself”

Chaeryeong:“Yuna, listen, we're not forcing you to do anything, but try to use your youth to meet people, it's weird to see you alone at home all the time.”

Yuna: “Unnie, that's not the problem, I'm just afraid of being rejected and I don't know how to tell him how I feel about him, we haven't been very close since mum left”.

Ryujin: “He's your dad Yuna, of course you love him in your own way, let's just say, just tell him and you'll be free of this burden, then we can go and pick up some hot guys backstage”.

Yeji: “I don't think she likes you getting fucked in the toilets when the newbies show up, same goes for you Chaeryoung, no one's putting any pressure on Yuna, right?”

Lia: “Easy for you to say when you're being fucked by your childhood sweetheart, we're not so lucky to have someone who loves us for something other than our bodies”.

Yuna: "It hurts, doesn't it? Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?"

Ryujin: "'Are you kidding? Wait, you've never...? not even with the toys you hide in the box under your bed?"

Yuna: ”'OF COURSE NOT".

Yeji: "Stop laughing you bitches, Yuna this ain't that serious, yes it can hurt, you have to be prepared downstairs and remember we take all the pills the company gives us and don't forget we always use condoms, DON'T GIRLS?"

Ryujin: "Don't give us shit about it, they shove it up my arse anyway, you think I'm going to let those sons of bitches touch my pussy? a good load on the face, that's what it's all about'."

Lia: "Same thing, they can fill my arse but my pussy is off limits, I love to smash their cocks and make them scream in pain when they try to pull out'."

Chaeryeong: "Fucking listen to these bitches, apart from sucking cocks when I want to, I only fuck other girls, no risk on my side."

Yeji: "See, we're all careful, protect yourself well and don't forget your pills, they help with your periods too'."

Yuna: “I'm out of pills and I don't have a condom, but it's not like I need one, is it?!!, I'm going home tonight, don't wait for me”.

Ryujin: “Don't take it like that baby, I can give you some if you want”.

Yeji: “Yuna, come back!!! “.

You hear the loud thud of a door slamming and limbs flailing as Yuna leaves.

Yeji: “ 'Well done girls, that was clearly a good time to bring her down and make fun of her and her problems”

Lia: "Sorry unnie, we didn't think she'd take it like that, I'll go and get her'.”

Ryujin: “Stay here, you're making it worse.”

Lia: “Bloody hell, how can someone like that be so ignorant of her own sexuality, do you think she likes girls instead?”

Chaeryeong: “She's got a crush on her dad, are you stupid or what, we don't say anything to avoid the subject, she's just wanted to fuck her dad for a long time, she's got photos of him on her phone, on her wallpaper, a photo of him under her pillow, the poor thing is in desperate need of fatherly love”

Yeji: “ I don't know what happened last night, but since then she's been really nervous about it, let's leave her alone, otherwise she'll go crazy and we don't know what she'll do”.

Yeji: "We'll see about that later, it's almost time. Get ready and I'll go to her, you three go with the managers. We'll go back to the company, Chaery, get her bag and phone. She left it on the table."

Calm returned to the room and before you lost the connection to your daughter's phone, you heard

"Looks like you've got work to do Daddy Shin, sorry for the trouble" and she hangs up.

This is a lot to take in, and apart from the sexual debates between the 4 girls, which did not leave you without a reaction, the hardest thing is still Yuna's problems, which confirm your fears about her feelings, your daughter is not the provocative woman she pretends to be in the message, she is a young woman who still has a lot to learn about her own love and carnal feelings, knowing that your little girl is 'pure and innocent' would make any father smile, but on the other hand, what is the harm in learning about her sexuality? The trauma that has held her back, and for which you are probably responsible, is preventing her from moving forward in her life as a woman.

You'd been thinking all day about how to punish your daughter for her insolence, but the person you'd been talking to didn't exist. With Yuna's true feelings in mind, the next logical step seemed to be to wait for her at home and assume your role as father, as a princess deserves.

When you get home, you look at the clock and realise that she won't be home for another hour or two. That gives you plenty of time to tidy up, do your laundry and take a shower. You've picked up some bad habits living alone, but now that you're sharing your home with someone else, it's time to get the ball rolling again and restore the beauty of your property.

Time flies and you've barely had time to get out of the shower and into your new clothes when you hear the door latch click. You quickly step in front of it to see a redhead running towards you, dropping her bag in the doorway and giving you a big hug.

"Welcome home, darling," you say, stroking her head as you feel her face sink into your chest and a wet feeling hit your chest.

"I'm sorry daddy, I..."

"SHhh, it's all right, I'm here."

The situation is very different from yesterday, Yuna's shell seems to have burst the moment she saw you, you feel the warmth of her body against yours as her arms wrap around you, you say nothing, leaving one of your hands on her head and the other on her back.

"Dad, I... the message... it's not .... I wan...."

"Just breathe, I'm not angry, you know,"

"I just wanted to make you happy, I wanted to show you I'm a big girl, I'm so embarrassed now"

"You don't have to make me happy, it's my job to make YOU happy, and don't bother trying to act big, you're my little princess, that's all".

Just as she seems to have calmed down, you take her face in your hands to wipe away the last of her tears before placing a loving kiss on her forehead, "I love you," you say in a low voice as if to lull her to sleep, "I will never let you down, my only daughter.

Yuna is lulled by your words and you feel the weight of her body fall on your arms, "just rest on the sofa, I'll bring you a snack, you must be tired from your day's work", she accepts without flinching as you prepare something to eat while you wait for dinner, your daughter sits on the sofa, her head resting on a pillow, looking at you, when your eyes meet you exchange a smile without saying a word.

The evening passes smoothly, while your daughter rests and eats, you finally talk about your respective days, leaving your erotic exchanges out of the conversation, she finally gets to know your job, while you finally know what happens off camera, the night is felt and you suggest she take a shower while you prepare dinner, again she accepts without concern.

"Would you like to join me?" she asks shyly.

"Yuna, your legs are shaking, you don't have to push anything, I'm not going anywhere," you reply to her completely unexpected request.

She doesn't even answer and locks herself in the bathroom, slamming the door. You really can't understand what's going on in her head, but there's no time to lose, so you start preparing dinner.

Like last night, the meal is spent in church-like silence, each of us with our own thoughts. Yuna is completely withdrawn and doesn't even look at you, which is quite an awkward situation for you as she seems so close and then suddenly so far away.

You try to break this silence in the desert and ask her if she wants to watch a film, she takes a while to answer and then accepts, saying that she has to change first so that you can start getting everything ready while you wait for her, it's a good start and the film could give you a new topic of conversation to revive the dialogue between the two of you.

While she's still in her room, you call out to her to ask what film she's interested in.

"Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken Please, Giselle-unnie told me it's good".

You hear through the house, you recognise your daughter, who has always loved cartoons, once you've found them on Netflix, you adjust the brightness of the lights for a subdued effect, you've prepared a blanket and something to eat.

The minutes tick by and you wonder what Yuna is doing, you don't see much, it takes so long to get into pyjamas, but you tell yourself she's probably on her phone at the same time, which often doesn't help.

You hear her footsteps behind you and when she appears behind you, you see her wearing a simple pink t-shirt, you can easily guess that she's not wearing anything underneath as it hugs her breasts.

Suddenly she's straddling you, saying, "Forget the film, I want you, Daddy," as she pushes her body into yours and lies on top of you in a lotus position.

"Yuna, please, I," you don't finish your sentence as she slaps your face.

"STOPPP REJECTING MEEEEEEEEEE' she screams at the top of her lungs as she bursts into tears over you, 'WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS, I....I....I JUST WANT YOU TO LOVE ME' WH... WHY ARE YOU HURTING ME LIKE THIS?

Your daughter lashes out at you in shock at what's happening in front of you, you grab her arms and she becomes helpless under the difference in strength between the two of you.

"Yun..."

"I just want you..." she says, her face completely ravaged by tears, the face of someone who is deeply hurt and can't take it anymore.

Something breaks inside you, all this time you've assumed she would throw herself at you, just to be like the others, just to receive the love you would have given her anyway, you've hurt her again and again until you made the same mistake you made with your wife.

Your daughter loves you more than anything and you are too blind to see that she doesn't know how else to show it, but this time you will make it right and give yourself to her.

Without further ado, you threw your lips over hers, releasing her wrists from your grip and sliding your hands from her lower abdomen to her breasts hidden under her t-shirt.

"No bra, you little rascal?"

Instinctively she puts her hands on your shoulders and fights your tongue with hers, you attack her nipples with your hand and they are already hard, the attack on her breasts causes Yuna to moan which is absorbed by your kiss, you go down her neck to place your marks while she can finally listen to her pleasure.

"Daddy, your cock, give it to me" she says as she plunges her hand into your shorts and meets your cock through the underpants, you lift her up with the strength of your legs and come to remove your underwear in one go, your cock is now naked between your daughter's thighs and she puts her hands on it.

"Put some saliva before baby," she listens to you religiously, but instead comes and gets the saliva overflowing from her pussy and applies it to your cock.

"Let me use my juices before you use yours," she says as she works your cock up and down, your shaft growing under Yuna's movements and the pleasure is truly enjoyable.

One of your hands digs into her soaking wet panties and you massage her slit with your fingers, your moaning cries joining in as you pleasure each other.

Quickly she gets up from the sofa to kneel in front of you and she begins to lick your cock with delicacy, her tongue starts at the glans and she places kisses on it, then her tongue and lips come together so that she tries to suck your sperm, her lips then go gently down the length of your cock and your cock goes slowly down her throat.

"Yuna, that's good, you're doing great," you say as you put both hands on her head to guide her, you watch as your cock disappears into her mouth as the sensations of her work send shivers down your back, from time to time she pulls out to spit on your shaft before sliding back in,

Yuna learns as she goes and her technique is perfected with each dive, after a while your breaking point comes and you refuse to finish here so you help her pull out and try to save your orgasm for later, her mouth overflowing with saliva and she looks at you with appetite.

"Sorry baby but it's my time to eat you now" you tell her as you take her in your arms and go into your bedroom where you lay her on her back on the edge of the bed, without further ado she attacks her pussy with your mouth and she presses her thighs against your head, Your tongue immediately attacks her slit, which rushes to secrete its juices, which you suck up as you go, her clit is quickly attacked by one of your hands, which takes great care to titillate the little bean, with delicacy you move up and down her slit, from time to time penetrating her entrance with your tongue to prepare the work,

The poor red girl cries out with pleasure as she experiences being devoured by her lover for the first time, she clings to your hair which she pulls when the pleasure is too great, on your side you shift into second gear and penetrate your daughter's pussy with two fingers, you feel like you're piercing a flan because the inside is so soft.

“Daddy don't stop, it's coming” your daughter cries out as she feels your third finger deep inside her, your mouth has turned into a wet wiping system as her pussy floods your mouth, you keep up the rhythm until you feel your daughter leave and in a flash her body goes rigid and her pelvis convulses under the power of the orgasm.

You lift your head and climb onto the bed to kiss your princess with a little “I love you” in her ears,

"Daddy, I want you,” she says, stretching out her arms to ask you to come inside her, “it's time to put that seed inside me,” as she spreads her pussy in front of you.

Worried, you reach over to your bedside table for a condom, but Yuna stops you.

“It's ok daddy, I'm on the pill and it's a safe day, you can pour everything into my secret garden", Yuna's naughty language excites you immensely and your cock hurts so you give in and come to lie on her entrance and gently tap your cock to soak it in her juices,

You sink gently and anxiously into your own daughter, resting your elbows on the mattress so that you can kiss her as you move inside her, every inch of her is painful and she lets you feel it as she scratches your back with her fingernails, you kiss her tenderly as your hips move up to touch her pussy,

Your cock feels the tightness of her vagina as well as the warmth and moisture from your excellent preparation work, the passage through her pussy is made without too much effort and you slide deep inside her like butter, on the other side Yuna seems to take your big cock like a champion and despite the pain she has already wrapped her legs around your waist.

You feel her warm, rapid breathing on your face as you look into her eyes, just inches apart.

"Daddy, I can feel you inside me, my little pussy just ate your big dick."

"Are you alright baby, I won't move until you're ready".

"I want to sit like on the sofa".

You obeyed her orders and gently lifted her up without pulling back to let her sit on you, you put yourself on her buttocks and she was now resting all her weight on you, the change of position made your cock dig even deeper inside her and she felt it well.

"Don't move, I want to stay connected to you like this," as she strokes her stomach trying to feel your cock, "keep eating my tits, please.

Just as your cock seems to have bottomed out, you turn your attention to her pair of little red lemons, You really loved her tits, they are not as big as some but in your eyes they are perfect, the texture of them, the feel of them in your hands and the way Yuna reacts every time you nibble on her nipples.

You decide to kiss your daughter and whisper "Shall we?" to which she only nods, you begin to rock your hips as your cock slowly emerges from her pussy and then slowly returns, never fully exiting, you carve your daughter's walls with your cock and Yuna moans with pleasure at the work of your rod.

“♥Hmm....♥Ah....♥Hmm, ah....♥ Daddy, your cock is turning me inside out, every time you push in it feels weird down there, it's a bit painful but also extremely pleasurable, I can feel your big cock pushing my sides apart and knocking on my garden gate, keep it up, I want to feel your cock ravaging me".

You pick up the pace at your partner's request, your cock seems to have done its job well as you are able to withdraw completely before impaling her again with no problem, under the force of your hips Yuna lays her head on your neck and sucks you like a baby, you let go of her breasts to lock your hold on her by circling her waist with your arms, once firmly in place you pound her with all your strength.

“♥Ah....”

“♥Ah.... DADDY”

“♥Ah....

♥Ah.... DA”

For long minutes, you hold her close as your cock slams violently into her pussy. The pleasure comes from the fact that Yuna has her head back, unable to form a sentence. Pleasure has taken over her body. You feel your orgasm building slowly. While your daughter is already on the verge of hers, you feel her legs squeeze you hard as she explodes on your cock and her fluids flow down it. Yet you don't stop your thrusts.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Stop it"' At her command you stop and discover your daughter's face completely undressed, her hair sticking to her sweaty face and you push aside the lips that hide her eyes to kiss her.

"Let me do it now" she asks as she moves her hips on her own to embrace your sensitive cock, her movements are fast, her pussy devouring you at its own pace and you put your hands on both her buttocks to support her, you give little slaps to her delicate skin and as she fucks herself on her father's cock you feel your orgasm coming and you warn her.

"Yuna, I'm coming"

She gives you the coup de grace when she puts all her weight on her descent and your stiff cock pierces all her pussy until your balls kiss her pussy, inside your cock floods her and for the first time in her life Yuna is at the door of motherhood, her pussy sucks your sperm with efficiency and you withdraw from her.

Yuna is still sitting on your lap, your breaths heavy, your bodies full of sweat and juice, and neither of you can stand the silence as Yuna's cum begins to flow.

"Ah baby, that was amazing. You were amazing!"

"Thanks daddy, do you want some more?"

"I'm sorry darling, I'm not young anymore, my penis is withered."

You can see the disappointment in Yuna's eyes. In your youth, a second round might have been possible, but now your libido is limited to your arousal, and after emptying yourself into her, you no longer feel anything on that level.

"Daddy... Are you going to leave me like this?" says Yuna as she gets down on all fours, points her bottom at you and spreads her pussy with your cum dripping from it.

The sight of your daughter in this position would have turned any man on. You feel like it, but your desire is gone for the moment. You see your daughter wiggling her bottom, begging you to fuck her, and you're powerless to stop her.

"Dad, I'm sorry... I lied, I haven't taken the pill yet, I want a second shot or I won't take it. The longer you wait the more your seeds will fertilise my garden, look how hungry my pussy is, come and make sure you flood my pussy next to save my career."

You're at a loss for words, whether to believe her or not, but one thing's for sure, she knows how to work you because your cock has come back to life and you're going to take malicious pleasure in making her regret having put that doubt in your head.

You grab her hips and penetrate her little pussy, slamming your balls against her arse,

The gentleness of before has been transformed into a wild fuck where only pleasure is king. Your hands are firmly planted on her hips as you pound her with your pelvis, creating waves on her buttocks that will soon feel the onslaught of your hands.

"Daddy, your cock is stirring my insides, your sperm is mixing in my pussy, push hard".

Your daughter is now nothing more than a vulgar hole in your assaults, the seed of doubt she has planted in your mind has completely removed your sanity. If she is indeed unprotected, your first sperm must have done its work in spite of you. When in doubt, you prefer to flood her a second time and make sure she takes her medicine.

Go ahead daddy, make me your property, claim my pussy as your own personal garden, I'll take care of all your fruit,' Yuna's provocations rage in your mind. So you explode into your offspring's pussy again, you stand for a few seconds spasming against your daughter's ass as she collapses onto the bed, then you do the same, completely exhausted.

'Was that true about the pill, baby?

'Yes...' she says shyly. Now that all her libido has left her body, she presses you against her breasts and whispers in your ear: "It's too early to taste my juice, you'll have to give me some more water.

Your daughter is soon off to dreamland, still naked, and the bed is soaked with the fluids of your lovemaking. You make sure you look as tired as possible before you too collapse.

You wake up to a pleasant smell, but also to a body in pain. The bedroom gym session hasn't done your body any good, but your mind is at peace. As you leave your room, you see Yuna in an apron preparing breakfast. Beside her is a pack of contraceptive pills, two of which are already empty. When she sees you, she says:

"Good morning, Dad, you're going to need your strength, remember, you have to stir the soil first before you put your seed in. We're going to have to spend some time on this before you can make my pussy fertile for you."

Later, as you're driving to work, you see an important email from your CEO and a message from Yuna; you'd like to think that the email is more important, but that would be lying to yourself,

The text message is just a selfie of your daughter still in bed next to you with the message 'I've got a body full of marks, the girls are going to realise what we've done, not to mention I've still got your sperm in me 🤭"

Classic Yuna, but you'll have to get used to it. You've made a pact with a demon, but who cares, you're no angel anyway.

As for the email, just looking at the title 'Meeting with JYP & ITZY', it looks like you're finally going to meet one or more members of your daughter's group.

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#kpop smut #yuna smut #itzy smut #itzy x reader #yuna x reader

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keferon · 5 months ago

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Something for Ratchet getting to know Deadlock/Drift

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Ratchet doesn’t know when exactly the giant alien mech that’s fallen into his life became “Kid”. But he knows why.

There’s something to the way the other throws himself at life with a reckless abandon that screams of youth, even as Ratchet is fairly sure by the weathering of the kid’s metal plate that this mech is way older than he is already.

What frustrates Ratchet though is that the kid’s not even subtle in his recklessness. Ratchet’d barely finished welding his injuries before he started poking at the welds curiously. Just a couple days ago, Ratchet had caught him with a can full of neon pink paint halfway to his mouth. And then there’s the way that he still calls Ratchet “Rat”, even as Ratchet scowls at him. Because he knows the kid knows his full name by now and he can tell the kid enjoys getting on his nerves.

There’s the way the mech moves around his workshop. Clumsy. As though still learning to move around for the first time. Ratchet’s lost count of the number of times the mech has smashed lamps, knocked over tables, or nearly damaged delicate medical equipment that Ratchet’s quickly snatched out of his path (because he needs those, and they aren’t nearly as easy to replace as tables or lamps).

And then the day comes when they’re walking out late at night in an abandoned part of town. No one around to see anything suspicious. No one around to help when the alien falls out of the sky in front of them, a mass of writhing tentacles and glowing red eyes.

And Ratchet watches as the kid moves. A blur of motion so fluid and quick that it goes beyond practice. There’s a gun in one of the mech’s hands and a sword in the other. (And where had the kid even been keeping those?)

A slice of the sword sends a tentacle flying over Ratchet’s head. And a short blaze of gunfire later and the alien is nothing more than a corpse oozing green goo onto the sidewalk.

Ratchet is left clutching his wrench and staring up at the kid with something bordering between shock and awe. Reminded that the kid is also a warrior. A warrior ages older and more experienced than Ratchet himself. Deadly, when he wants to be.

Though he’s never shown any desire to hurt Ratchet. In fact, if the way the kid’s looking down at Ratchet as he stows the sword and gun back wherever they came from, the kid feels protective of him. And Ratchet realizes in that moment that he feels the same.

The kid can protect him from the aliens. He vows to protect the kid from what he likely doesn’t know (hopefully will never know). That humans have a darker side, can be just as deadly and dangerous as any of the aliens they’re fighting. And that there are those who will always seek to understand what is new and unexplained by any means necessary.

ANON I LOVE YOU THIS IS WONDERFUL KGJNGNGJFKFMFNCNC

I just. Ahahahahah OH I LOVE to think how much of a disaster Deadlock would be for Ratchet’s workshop hahaha. Everything is on its place? Nope now its not. The whole table got sent to the opposite corner just because your new big ass roommate tripped over it khkhk

ALSO. ehehehe. HEAR ME OUT.

I was thinking a lot about what would Deadlock eat while he’s on Earth. Since in this au Cybertronians doesn’t know Earth even exists so they didn’t get the chance to hide some snacks on it in advance.

So I got this creepy fucking idea. What if he eats the Quintessons?

Remember how some Quintessons are described as organic and some as robotic? And remember how in Transformers Quintessons are always trying to steal some kind of energy from Cybertron? Sometimes it’s energon, sometimes it’s spark energy, you got the idea. I’m trying to say that Quintessons are clearly compatible to Cybertronian energy sources~

So. Wouldn’t it be wonderfully fucked up if Deadlock had to hunt Quintesson robot monsters, kill them, and then drink their fuel out of their lines? Wouldn’t it be crazy gory and fun to think about hmm

Because yeah no the Earth doesn’t have any energon in it and Deadlock is crash landing there so he doesn’t have enough energon just laying around in his pockets.

#Tf mecha universe #mecha writing #mecha rl writing #ratchlock

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scoupsakakitty · 3 months ago

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Caught in the Firelight | idol!Dino x Reader | angst, fluff

The air was warm and heavy with the scent of saltwater, the sun dipping below the horizon in hues of orange and purple. The villa rented by Seventeen and their close friends was the perfect escape after months of non-stop touring. Nestled in a secluded area near the coast, it promised relaxation, laughter, and a chance to let go of responsibilities, if only for a little while.

Chan leaned against the edge of the balcony, looking down at the group gathered near the pool. They were all scattered around, either lounging or laughing in small clusters. His gaze naturally landed on you, who was sitting at a table with Vernon and Seungkwan, laughing at something Vernon had said.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, his stomach churned when Vernon grabbed a bottle of sunscreen from the table.

“Your shoulders are getting red,” Vernon said, holding up the bottle. “Here, let me help.”

You hesitated for a moment before shrugging. “Thanks. I didn’t even notice.”

Chan’s grip on the balcony tightened as Vernon stepped behind you, squeezing sunscreen into his hands and rubbing it into your shoulders with practiced ease. You tilted your head slightly to the side, allowing him better access, and the sight made something flare hot and angry in Chan’s chest.

He couldn’t hear what you were saying, but the way you smiled at Vernon, so open and easy, only made it worse.

Jeonghan’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Still brooding?”

Chan tore his gaze away from the scene below, turning to see Jeonghan leaning casually against the doorframe, a knowing smirk on his face.

“Not brooding,” Chan muttered, looking away.

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. “Right. Because glaring at Vernon like he’s stealing your girlfriend isn’t brooding.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Chan said defensively, the words tasting bitter.

Jeonghan chuckled, stepping out onto the balcony. “Could’ve fooled me. What’s going on, Chan? You’ve been acting weird ever since we got here.”

“Nothing’s going on,” Chan replied too quickly, his jaw tightening.

Jeonghan gave him a pointed look. “Is this about Y/N?”

Chan stiffened but didn’t answer.

“Look, if you still like her—”

“I never said I didn’t,” Chan interrupted, his voice quiet but firm.

Jeonghan studied him for a moment before sighing. “Then stop being a coward and do something about it. Because if you keep standing here doing nothing, you’re going to lose her. And from where I’m standing, Vernon looks more than happy to take your place.”

Chan didn’t respond, his gaze drifting back to the pool, where Vernon had just finished applying the sunscreen. He handed you your drink with a smile, and you laughed, saying something Chan couldn’t make out.

The knot in his chest tightened.

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The bonfire crackled warmly against the night, the rhythmic murmur of waves providing a serene backdrop to the lively chatter. Everyone was settled into a comfortable rhythm laughing, teasing, and occasionally burning marshmallows over the flames.

Chan sat at the edge of the circle, his posture tense as his gaze lingered on Vernon and the girl sitting next to him. The sunscreen incident earlier in the day replayed in his mind like a stuck tape, fueling the low simmer of jealousy that had been building since morning. Now, as Vernon leaned closer to make her laugh, Chan’s chest tightened.

Joshua, sitting nearby, nudged Chan lightly. “Seriously, what’s up with you tonight?”

Chan snapped out of his trance. “Huh?”

“You’ve been sulking all day,” Joshua pointed out, tilting his head. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” Chan muttered, forcing a tight smile. “I’m fine.”

Joshua didn’t look convinced but dropped the topic, turning his attention back to the group. Chan, however, couldn’t pull his focus from Vernon.

The way she smiled at Vernon was the same smile she used to give Chan back when things between them were easier before he’d let hesitation and fear ruin everything. Now it felt like that smile belonged to someone else, and the thought ate at him.

When the breeze off the water picked up, Chan noticed her shiver slightly. He was already shifting to grab his jacket when Vernon beat him to it, shrugging off his hoodie and draping it over her shoulders.

“Here,” Vernon said. “You’ll freeze otherwise.”

She looked up at him, clearly surprised but grateful. “Thanks, Vernon.”

Chan’s stomach churned as irritation flared. His voice cut through the easy conversation around the fire.

“You’re going to catch a cold if you keep giving away your clothes,” Chan said sharply, his eyes narrowing.

Vernon blinked, taken aback. “I’ll be fine. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is if you’re the one who ends up sick,” Chan shot back.

She frowned at Chan’s tone, glancing between the two boys. “It’s really not that serious, Chan.”

“Not serious?” Chan muttered under his breath, shaking his head as the group fell into an awkward silence.

Seungkwan, sensing the shift, quickly changed the topic, steering the group back into lighthearted conversation. Still, Chan’s irritation simmered, threatening to bubble over again at any moment.

Later, when she stood up to leave, Chan’s eyes snapped to her.

“I’m going to head up to the villa for a bit,” she announced, brushing sand off her hands.

“It’s late,” Vernon said, standing as well. “I’ll walk you there.”

Chan was on his feet before Vernon could take another step.

“No. I’ll go,” Chan said firmly, his voice brooking no argument.

She blinked, surprised by the sudden intensity in his voice. “It’s fine, I can—”

“It’s not safe,” Chan interrupted, his tone resolute. “I need to grab something from the villa anyway.”

Vernon frowned, clearly sensing there was more going on than Chan was letting on. “I can go. It’s really no trouble—”

“Vernon,” Chan said, cutting him off with a sharp look. “I said I’ll go.”

The tension between the two boys was palpable, and for a moment, it seemed Vernon might push further. But after a moment’s hesitation, Vernon sat back down, sighing.

She sighed as well, exasperated. “Fine. Let’s go,” she said, walking ahead.

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The villa was quiet when they entered, their footsteps echoing faintly against the polished floors. She headed toward the living room, flipping on a light. Chan followed closely behind, the air around him still charged with unspoken frustration.

She finally turned to him, her arms crossing over her chest. “Alright, what’s your problem?”

Chan blinked, caught off guard by her directness. “What?”

“You’ve been acting weird all day,” she said, her tone sharp. “At the pool, at dinner, and now this. What’s going on with you?”

He stared at her, jaw tightening as he struggled to find the right words. “You really don’t know?”

“No, Chan,” she said, exasperated. “So why don’t you just tell me?”

Her words hung in the air like a challenge, and after a long pause, Chan finally spoke. “I don’t like seeing you with Vernon.”

The statement hit like a thunderclap, leaving her stunned.

“What?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t like seeing you with him,” Chan repeated, his voice rising slightly.

“What does that even mean?”

“It means,” Chan said, stepping closer to her, “it doesn’t look like you’re just friends.”

She stared at him, frustration and confusion written all over her face. “And even if we weren’t, why would that matter to you? You’re the one who said you didn’t want a relationship, Chan. So why do you care?”

Her words struck a nerve, but Chan didn’t back down. “I didn’t say I didn’t care. I said I wasn’t ready.”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “What’s the difference? You rejected me, Chan. You don’t get to act like this now.”

“I wasn’t rejecting you,” he said, his voice softening. “I was scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Of what it would mean,” Chan admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Of messing it up. Of not being enough for you.”

Her expression softened as his vulnerability broke through her frustration. “Chan…”

“But seeing you with Vernon tonight,” he continued, his voice thick with emotion, “it made me realize how stupid I’ve been. I don’t want to lose you.”

For a moment, silence settled over the room. Then he took a tentative step closer, his gaze meeting hers.

“I like you,” he said finally. “I’ve liked you for a long time. And I know I don’t deserve it, but if there’s even a small chance you still feel the same—”

“Of course I do,” she interrupted, her voice trembling.

Relief washed over Chan’s face, and he let out a shaky laugh. “I’m sorry it took me so long to figure it out.”

She smiled, her frustration melting away. “Better late than never.”

For a moment, neither of them moved, the weight of unspoken feelings heavy in the air. Slowly, Chan reached out, his hand brushing hers, his touch warm and steady.

“Can I…?” he began, his voice hesitant, almost afraid to hope.

Before he could finish, she stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him without hesitation. He pulled her tightly against his chest, his face burying into her hair as the tension between them dissolved.

When she finally pulled back, his gaze searched hers, silently asking for permission. Then, without another word, he leaned in and kissed her soft and tentative at first, then deeper as the weight of everything unsaid melted away.

Chan pulled back slightly, his forehead still close to hers, his breathing uneven as he tried to steady himself. His eyes lingered on her face, taking in every detail like he was afraid it would all disappear. But as his gaze dropped, landing on the hoodie she was still wearing, a new wave of irritation flared up inside him.

“Take it off,” he said abruptly, his tone more commanding than he intended.

Y/N blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“The hoodie,” he clarified, nodding toward the oversized garment. “Take it off.”

Her brows furrowed. “Why? It’s not a big deal—”

“It is to me,” he interrupted, his voice firm but quiet. Without waiting for her response, he shrugged off his own jacket and held it out to her. “Here. Wear this instead.”

She stared at him, trying to decipher the sudden shift in his mood. “Chan—”

“I mean it,” he said, his tone softening slightly but still resolute. “Please. I don’t want you wearing his hoodie.”

There was something vulnerable in his voice now, something that made her stop arguing. With a small sigh, she slipped out of Vernon’s hoodie and handed it to Chan, who quickly draped his own jacket over her shoulders.

“There,” he said, the tension in his jaw relaxing as he adjusted the collar to make sure she was fully covered. “That’s better.”

She tilted her head, a small, amused smile tugging at her lips. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

He looked back at her, his expression softening into something warmer, almost sheepish. “Yeah, but you still like me anyway.”

Her laugh was quiet but genuine as she pulled his jacket tighter around herself. “I guess I do.”

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When they returned to the bonfire, still holding hands, Vernon looked up from his spot by the fire. His eyes flicked to Y/N, now wearing Chan’s jacket, and then back to Chan. A grin spread across his face, and he let out a short laugh.

“Well, it’s about time,” Vernon said, leaning back on his hands.

Chan’s brows knitted together, his earlier frustration flaring back up. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Vernon smirked, completely unbothered by Chan’s glare. “It means I was wondering how long it would take you to finally grow a pair and tell her how you feel.”

Chan froze, caught off guard by the bluntness of Vernon’s words. “Wait… what?”

Vernon shrugged, his grin widening. “You’re welcome, by the way. All that sunscreen, the hoodie, sitting close I was just giving you a little push. You were taking forever.”

Chan blinked, his expression shifting from confusion to disbelief. “You did that on purpose?”

“Obviously,” Vernon replied. “Someone had to get you to stop sulking and do something.”

The rest of the group burst into laughter, Seungkwan clapping his hands. “I told you it would work!”

Chan turned back to Y/N, who looked just as surprised as he felt, though there was a small, amused smile on her lips.

“You knew about this?” Chan asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

She shook her head quickly. “I had no idea. But… it worked, didn’t it?”

Chan sighed, running a hand through his hair as his frustration slowly gave way to a reluctant smile. “You’re all insane.”

“Maybe,” Vernon said with a grin. “But hey, you finally got the girl, didn’t you?”

Chan didn’t respond, but the way his hand tightened around Y/N’s said everything.

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luvluu · 3 months ago

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Daylight… Shuntaro Chishiya

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A/N: heeeey! So English is not my first language, sorry if you find any mistake. I way loved this one and it’s probably getting a part two I don’t know you tell me pls😭

So almost all my stuff has a song title because I’m rlly bad with titles and it’s easier to me to name them as a song, but most times it has no connection at all😭🙏 hope you like this tho as you liked “I love you, I’m sorry”(which is probably getting a part two)

Requests are open tho!🫶🏻

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Shuntaro Chishiya x reader

Fluff❤️‍🩹

TW: none

WORDS: 942

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Daylight streamed in through the bedroom window. The faint rays of sunlight slowly woke you up. You pulled away from the sleeping figure beside you, but he grabbed your waist before you could, you smiled at the act of love.

“Chishiya...” you murmured, he only let out a moan, not letting go of you.

“Just a little while longer” he said pulling you to his body, you laughed you looked up at him who still half asleep.

“I have to go” you said, stroking his hair and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Chishiya didn't work in the summer, it was almost never his turn and although it seemed unbelievable to think, when Chishiya didn't work he didn't really know what to do. You worked in the bar of a swimming pool near your house, so Chishiya had to put up with being without you all morning. He used to go with you, pay the entrance fee even if he didn't swim in the pool despite the heat and ordered himself some refreshments just to be served by you, but your boss ended up banning him because, according to him, being with Chishiya was too distracting.

To say that Chishiya was in awe of you was not enough. Ever since he met you, his heart started beating a little faster. It was almost three years ago. You went with your little nephew to the hospital as he had to have a test:

“Walk” you said to the child, trying to get him to enter the consultation room. You were terrified of hospitals, very much so, and so was the little boy.

Since you were little, you were always forced to go to the doctor and you ended up panicking about hospitals and everything related to them. Doctors? Monsters. That's what they looked like to you, monsters.

You entered the consulting room behind the figure of your little nephew and Chishiya noticed the nervousness of both of you almost instantly. Neither of you sat down, you stared at Chishiya as if he was a ghost.

“His parent?” he asked, you were offended, but tried to hide it.

“No, no, of course not” you quickly denied. Chishiya hid a smile.

He gave your nephew a test while you sat in the chair in front of the desk, your gaze fixed on the fridge full of injections, your stomach churning at that image alone.

When he finished, Chishiya told your nephew to go outside for a moment while he gave you the results, it was not usually good for children to be around while the doctor gave the test results, if they had something serious they could get scared and it was better for the children.

Chishiya held out a piece of paper to you and told you that your nephew was fine, he just needed to do more sports.

“I'm sorry I offended you earlier.” you frowned in confusion. “When I asked if you were the boy's parent.”

“Oh, don't worry” you denied, wanting to get out of the room as quickly as possible.

“Let me make it up to you with a coffee” he replied, offering you a piece of paper with your name and his phone number on it with a reassuring smile. You scanned the paper before taking it with a small smile and a noticeable blush is your cheeks, the urge to leave gone.

“I don't drink coffee” you said, though when you realized that sounded like a rejection you spoke again. “But I'd love to go with you, yes” you said nervously and walked out of the office.

You had been together for two and a half years and you were the fuel of Chishiya's life: every time he saw a piece of clothing in the store next to the hospital he thought about how wonderful you would look in it, or every time he ate alone in the hospital he wondered if you were eating alone too. You just wouldn't get out of his head.

Summer was supposed to be when you could be together. You would spend all day in bed cuddling and watching series or movies, you both loved those moments. You loved the comfort of your bed and the smell of Chishiya flooding the room as his arms cuddled you. And Chishita loved anything that involved being near you, but your summer job fucked it all up.

You didn't need money, Chishiya was a doctor and you were a teacher, but the owner(yes, the same one who banned your boyfriend) was the brother of one of your best friends, and he needed someone to work for at least two weeks, so you, as the people-pleaser you were, you couldn't say no.

“Stay today” he murmured, kissing your lips in one swift movement.

“I'll get fired.” you said.

“Better” he laughed, throwing you back on the bed, making you laugh. “I don't plan to let you leave” he said lying on top of you.

At first, Chishiya was kind of carefree, he didn't seem to care about anything, he didn't seem to care about anything, but after a few months of relationship, his attitude changed and Chishiya ended up being one of the cutest men you had ever met.

“I have to work or I won't do anything productive all morning.”

“I can think of a couple of ways to do something productive together” he said giving you a kiss on the neck followed by a laugh.

“Shuntaro!” you scolded. He got up from on top of you, looking at you as you got out of bed and got dressed. “I'll see you before lunchtime, okay? I promise” you said giving him a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“If you come and I'm not around it's because I might stop by Shibuya today. I have to buy something.”

You nodded as you walked to the door.

“Okay! I love you!” you said walking out.

“Love you more” he shouted from the bed.

If you had stayed with him in bed, maybe that meteorite wouldn't have killed him for 1 minute. 1 minute that for him was another life.

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classyhoeeee · 4 months ago

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Betrayal:: Rafe cameron

WARNING! :: kissing, enemies to lovers, unprotected sex, teasing, enemies to lovers, drinking! Enemy!rafe. Pogue!Reader, Ex Pope Heyward x Reader

SUMMARY! :: A pogue is currently in a relationship with Pope Heyward. However, she discovers that not only has Pope been cheating on her with Cleo, but also…John B knew. Her supposed best friend. Despite their pleas, she leaves the pogues. She’s heartbroken. Along the way…she bumps into an old enemy. Rafe Cameron.

A/N:: First post! Hope you enjoyyy!

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The Breaking Point

The Chateau was quiet, but the air was thick with tension, like a storm waiting to break. Lantern light flickered across the room, casting long shadows over the faces of the Pogues—John B, JJ, Kiara, Sarah, Cleo, and Pope—all standing in a loose circle. None of them could meet her eyes.

Y/N stood at the center, her fists trembling, tears streaming down her face. She felt stripped bare, exposed in a way that made her want to scream.

She broke the silence first, her voice low and shaky, but sharp enough to cut.

“How long?”

No one answered.

Her chest tightened as the silence stretched, her voice rising, louder, rawer. “How long did y’all know?”

John B shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck. “Y/N, come on, it’s not—”

“Don’t you dare.” She cut him off with a snap, her voice trembling, her tears threatening to spill faster. “Don’t you dare try to defend this, John B!”

Her voice cracked, and for a moment, the room was deadly still. Her gaze landed on Pope—her boyfriend, the person she had trusted the most.

“You.” Her voice wavered, but she didn’t look away. “I need to hear it from you. Say it.”

Pope opened his mouth, his shoulders slumping under the weight of her glare.

“…It wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” he said, his voice so quiet she almost didn’t catch it.

She flinched, like his words had physically struck her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath.

“You were my boyfriend, Pope,” she said, her voice breaking as tears spilled freely down her cheeks. “I trusted you. I fought for you when nobody else would, and you—” She choked on the words, unable to finish.

Kiara stepped forward, her hands up like she was trying to calm a fire. “Y/N, it’s not black and white, okay? People mess up. Pope—he messed up, but you can’t—”

“You’re defending him?” Y/N shot back, her voice dripping with disbelief.

Kiara faltered, guilt flickering in her eyes. “I’m not—”

“Don’t lie to me, Kiara!” Y/N’s voice rose, fueled by a mix of rage and heartbreak. “Y’all watched me break apart for weeks. Weeks. And not one of y’all said a damn thing!”

JJ, leaning against the wall, sighed heavily before finally speaking, his voice low and full of frustration. “What do you want us to say, Y/N? That we screwed up? Fine, we screwed up. You’re right. But storming out? That’s not gonna fix anything.”

Her head snapped toward him, anger flaring. “You think this is about fixing it, JJ?!” Her voice shook. “You let me stand there, looking stupid, while y’all knew! What kind of family does that?”

Silence hung heavy in the air, but Cleo finally stepped forward, her voice soft. “I wanted to tell you, Y/N,” she said, her tone careful. “But Pope—he needed to do it himself. I thought…” She trailed off, swallowing hard. “I thought he would.”

“Well, he didn’t! Okay?! So fuck you for pretending to be my friend and sleeping with my boyfriend.” Y/N’s words were cold, flat, like all the emotion was draining out of her.

Her eyes flicked to Sarah, who had stayed silent through the entire argument. “And you,” Y/N said, her voice quieter now, but no less sharp. “You know what it’s like to be betrayed, Sarah. So what’s your excuse?”

Sarah looked up, her lip trembling. “I thought I was helping. I thought if we gave him time—”

“No.” Y/N shook her head, cutting her off. “You don’t get to talk about time. You don’t get to sit here and act like you don’t know exactly how this feels.”

Her voice broke completely, her body trembling as she turned back to Pope. He looked wrecked, but she didn’t care.

“You stole time from me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper now. “You stole it from us. Do you even get that? I loved you, Pope. I—” Her voice cracked, and she had to close her eyes to keep herself together. “I loved you.”

Pope stepped forward, desperation written across his face. “Y/N, please—”

She backed away quickly, shaking her head. “Don’t. Just—don’t.”

Grabbing her bag off the floor, she turned to leave, but John B stepped forward, his voice desperate.

“Y/N, don’t do this. We’re still your family.”

She froze, laughing bitterly through her tears as she looked at him. “Family?” she echoed, her voice raw. “Family wouldn’t do this. Y’all knew, and none of y’all said a word.”

She glanced around the room, staring each of them down one by one. “I don’t have a family anymore.”

JJ stepped forward, his tone sharp, defensive. “That’s not fair—”

“Fair?” She whirled on him, her voice filled with raw pain. “Nothing about this is fair, JJ. You knew he was cheating on me and you were quiet about it. So be that. Quiet.”

Without another word, she stormed toward the door, pausing only once to glance back at Pope. He looked like he was breaking apart, but it didn’t matter. She was done.

“I hope she was worth it,” she said softly, before slamming the door behind her.

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A Rare Truce

The rain started as a drizzle, soft and barely noticeable against her skin as she walked, the gravel crunching beneath her boots. Y/N pulled her jacket tighter, her arms crossed against the wind. She didn’t know where she was going. Maybe nowhere. Maybe just far enough that the anger and heartbreak would feel less raw.

But the ache in her chest wasn’t budging. And the tears? They wouldn’t stop.

The sound of a truck engine pulling up behind her broke the quiet. Headlights illuminated the road ahead, making her freeze. She turned slowly, already annoyed, already defensive.

The truck rolled to a stop, and the door slammed shut.

Rafe Cameron.

Of course. The devil himself, stepping out of his lifted truck like he owned the entire Outer Banks. Even in the faint glow of the headlights, she could tell he looked like hell. His hair was disheveled, his sharp blue eyes shadowed by dark circles, and his clothes rumpled like he hadn’t even bothered to get out of bed this morning.

And yet, he still had that damn smirk. That cocky, infuriating smirk she wanted to slap right off his face.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head.

Rafe raised a brow, the faint glow of his cigarette casting flickers of light against his sharp features. “Look who finally left Poguelandia,” he drawled, the mockery dripping from his voice.

She glared, instantly on edge. “What the hell do you want, Rafe?”

He ignored her question, stepping closer with a lazy, calculated confidence that made her tense. “Didn’t think I’d see you crying over them. Thought you Pogues were all about loyalty.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You don’t know shit about loyalty.”

“Yeah?” He tilted his head, taking another step. “At least I don’t let the people closest to me walk all over me.”

That hit harder than she wanted to admit. Her lips tightened, her fists clenching at her sides.

“Why are you even here?” she shot back, her voice sharp. “Go bother someone who gives a damn.”

He smirked, a dark chuckle escaping as he took another drag of his cigarette before flicking it onto the wet gravel. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m not here to throw you in the trunk.”

Y/N raised a brow, unamused. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Rafe shrugged, his hands sliding into the pockets of his jacket. “Scout’s honor,” he said mockingly, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Her fists clenched tighter. “Turn around and leave, Rafe.”

“Why?” His smirk widened. “You scared?”

Her jaw tightened as the rain started to pick up, droplets glistening on her cheeks. “You wanna try me?”

But he noticed the way her shoulders tensed, the way her gaze darted toward the empty road behind him, like she was calculating how fast she’d have to run to get away. And something about her unease made his smirk soften—just slightly.

“What?” he asked, his voice dropping. “Pope finally ditch you for someone better?”

Her entire body went rigid, and Rafe didn’t miss the way her expression faltered, just for a second.

“Huh,” he said, stepping closer. “So that’s it.”

She squared her shoulders, her chin high despite the storm brewing inside her. “Don’t pretend you care, Rafe.”

“I don’t, I don’t give a fuck at all actually.” he said simply, shrugging like it was nothing. “But it’s weird seeing you like this.” He motioned toward her face, his voice quieter now. “All… fucked up…broken.”

Her glare intensified, but her lip trembled despite her best effort to keep it still. “I’m not broken.”

He smirked again, but it wasn’t as sharp this time. “No? You look like you’ve been crying for hours.”

Y/N swallowed hard, forcing herself to hold his gaze. “And you look like shit. What’s your excuse?”

Rafe chuckled bitterly, his head tilting back slightly as the rain slid down his face. “Touché.”

She let out a shaky breath, her chest heaving as she crossed her arms tighter. “For real, Rafe. Why are you here?”

He didn’t answer immediately, just shrugged, his hands still tucked in his pockets. “Maybe I like late-night drives. Maybe I was bored. Does it matter?”

It shouldn’t. But something about the rawness in his voice made her hesitate.

“You want a beer?” he asked suddenly, jerking his chin toward the truck.

She blinked, caught off guard. “Do I look like I wanna drink with you?”

“You look like you need it more than I do,” he said, already turning back toward the truck without waiting for her answer.

The Beach – Later

The rain had eased into a soft drizzle by the time they sat on the sand, the open case of beer between them. The glow of the headlights cast long shadows across the wet ground, the sound of the waves breaking against the shore.

Y/N leaned back, staring at the sky. She’d stopped crying, but her chest still felt heavy, her hands shaky as she gripped the beer bottle.

“You ever think this place is cursed?” she muttered, breaking the silence.

Rafe let out a low laugh, taking a swig of his beer. “Cursed, huh? Sounds like something a pogue would say always into the make believe shit.”

Her head snapped toward him, her glare sharp. “Don’t.”

“What?” he asked, smirking around the bottle. “Too soon?”

“Too soon,” she snapped.

His smirk faded slightly, but his eyes stayed locked on her. He tilted his head, studying her like she was some kind of puzzle.

“I don’t get you,” he said finally.

“Good,” she said, her voice curt.

He ignored her, leaning closer. “You should hate all of them right now. But you don’t, do you?”

Her lip curled. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No?” His voice dropped, sharper now, pressing her buttons like he always did. “They screwed you over, and you’re out here crying over them like they’re worth it. Why?”

Her chest tightened, her grip on the bottle firm. “Because I’m not like you, Rafe.”

He laughed, low and bitter. “You think you’re better than me? Newsflash, sweetheart. You’re out here drinking with me, and they’re probably back at the Chateau laughing about how they got away with it.”

Her throat tightened, and she looked away, blinking rapidly to stop the tears from falling again.

“They don’t deserve you,” he said after a long pause, his voice quieter now.

She glanced at him, surprised by the sincerity in his tone. “Why do you care?”

He shrugged, his smirk twitching back into place. “Like I said, I don’t. Just saying what I see.”

She studied him, searching for an angle, but all she saw was someone just as broken as she felt.

“What about you?” she asked softly. “Why are you out here, really?”

His jaw tightened, and he took another long swig of his beer before answering. “Turns out you can’t trust anyone. Not even the people closest to you.”

“Sofia? The girl I’ve been seeing you with lately…”

His eyes darkened, his grip on the bottle tightening. “Yeah. That bitch played me good. Told her to pack her shit and get the fuck out of my house.”

They sat in silence for a while, the sound of the waves filling the space between them.

“So now what?” she asked finally.

He exhaled, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. “Now? I get even.”

She nodded slowly, her voice soft but firm. “Yeah. Me too.”

Rafe raised his bottle toward her in a mock toast, his smirk returning. “To bad decisions.”

She clinked her bottle against his, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. “And revenge.”

——

The tension in Rafe's room was suffocating, wrapping around them like the heavy hum of the AC that buzzed faintly in the background.

YN stood by the edge of the bed, arms

crossed, her glare sharp enough to cut. The alcohol in her veins gave her enough courage to stand her ground, but not enough to stop her heart from hammering in her chest.

Rafe leaned against the desk, casual but predatory, hands shoved into his pockets, his sharp blue eyes dragging over her like she was something he couldn't quite figure out.

And that damn smirk—he always wore it like a weapon, cutting and infuriating.

She tilted her head, the anger bubbling just beneath her voice. "Why'd you even bring me here, Rafe?"

He shrugged, his tone maddeningly calm.

"Told you, didn't I? You can't stay out there all night."

She scoffed, shaking her head. "You really think I needed you to save me?" Her tone was sharp, biting, and it made his smirk twitch wider. "You keep saying you don't care, but you’re really acting like you do."

Rafe pushed off the desk, taking a slow step closer, his head tilting like he was enjoying her unraveling.

"You sound upset," he said, his voice laced with mock concern. "What's the matter? Did I hurt your feelings, sweetheart?"

Her lips curled into a sneer. "Don't call me that."

But of course, Rafe didn't stop. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to make her skin prickle.

"Bet Pope called you worse," he taunted, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of pushing her buttons. "Guess he finally figured out what the rest of us already knew. Lowlife Pogues like you? You don't last."

Her body snapped before her mind did, her hand flying up and smacking him hard across the face. The crack of her palm against his cheek rang out loud, cutting through the room like a knife.

For a moment, Rafe froze, his head turning slightly from the impact. When he turned back, his jaw was tight, and the dangerous glint in his eyes made her stomach flip. That smirk was gone now, replaced by something darker, sharper.

"You really shouldn't have done that," he said, his voice low and venomous.

Before she could respond, he closed the space between them in two quick strides. His hands gripped her arms, shoving her back onto the bed with a force that knocked the air out of her lungs.

She gasped, her hands instinctively flying up to push him off, but it was useless. Rafe loomed over her, one hand wrapping around her throat-not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to make her pulse race.

His sharp blue eyes burned into hers as he leaned down, his voice dripping with menace. "You forget who you're dealing with."

Y/N's lip curled, her glare sharp even as her breath came out shaky. "You're a psycho, Rafe. That's who."

That made him grin. A slow, wicked grin that sent a chill down her spine. His thumb brushed along her jaw, his grip loosening slightly as he tilted her face up toward him.

"And you're just a loudmouth Pogue bitch who doesn't know when to shut the fuck up," he said, his tone soft but lethal.

Her chest heaved as his words hit like punches, but she refused to let him see her break. "You think this makes you big, huh? Throwing a tantrum every time you can't handle your daddy's bullshit?"

That wiped the smirk off his face for half a second. Then it came back sharper, more dangerous, his fingers tightening slightly around her waist.

"Funny coming from the girl crying over Pope," he sneered, his voice cutting. "Bet he's already moved on, and here you are, whining like a pathetic little slut."

Her breath caught, a mix of anger and heat she couldn't explain burning in her chest.

She shoved at his chest, but it was like pushing against a brick wall.

"At least I didn't have to buy someone to stick around," she snapped, her words sharp and quick. "What was it, Rafe? Sofia got tired of your bullshit and gave you the boot?"

His jaw clenched, and for a moment, she thought she'd actually hit a nerve. But then he grinned again, his hands gripping her hips and dragging her closer beneath him.

"Careful," he said, his voice low and laced with dark amusement. "Keep running that pretty little mouth, and I’ll put something in it."

“Fuck you!” She says as she glared up at him, her nails digging into his chest. "You ain’t shit, Rafe Cameron," she hissed, her voice trembling with fury.

"You never will be."

Something snapped. His mouth crashed down onto hers, the kiss rough and unrelenting. There was nothing sweet or soft about it-it was teeth, lips, and fire, messy and raw. Her hands fisted in his shirt, yanking him closer even as she bit down hard on his bottom lip.

Rafe groaned against her mouth, his hands flying up to grab her wrists and pin them above her head.

"You're all talk," he murmured against her plump lips, his breath hot arainst her soft brown skin.

Her chest heaved, her glare never wavering.

"And you're all ego," she shot back, her voice breathless but sharp.

He chuckled darkly, leaning in close enough that his lips brushed against her ear. "Yet, you want me…"

She didn't answer. Didn't push him away Instead, she arched against him, her lips crashing back against his as her legs wrapped around his waist. His hands roamed down her body, rough and possessive, gripping her thighs like he was trying to leave marks behind.

The air between them burned with the mix of alcohol and adrenaline, their anger fueling something neither of them could stop.

When Rafe finally pulled back, his breathing was ragged, his lips swollen. His sharp blue eyes bore into hers, his grin twisted and smug.

"Still think I'm not shit?" he asked, his voice hoarse and taunting.

Her lips curled into a defiant smirk, her breath shaky but steady. "That’s never gonna change. You’re still a piece of shit.”

That made him laugh, low and rough, his forehead pressing against hers. "And you're still a bitch," he murmured, his voice dropping into a dark whisper. "But tonight? You're my bitch."

Her nails dug into his back as she kissed him again, hard and unrelenting, her mind spinning with chaos and fire as they lost themselves in the mess they'd made.

——

15 minutes later

The room was a mess, hot and heavy like the tension that had been brewing all night. The sheets were twisted beneath them, evidence of chaos. Y/N's cheek pressed into the cool pillow, a whimper escaping her lips as she clung to the fabric like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth.

Behind her, Rafe gripped her hips tightly, his movements calculated and unrelenting. His hands weren't soft or careful-they weren't meant to be. She could feel the bruises blooming where his rough fingertips dug into her soft skin, but she didn't care. Her mind was too scrambled, her body too overwhelmed by the sensations overtaking her.

"Fuck," he groaned, leaning forward until his pink lips brushed the shell of her ear. His voice was low and rough, sending a shiver down her spine. "I knew you wanted this. All that attitude, all that smart-ass shit-just an act. You couldn't wait to ditch those lowlife Pogues and come take my dick."

Her breath hitched at the venom in his tone, tears slipping from her eyes onto the pillow.

She hated that her body was responding to him, arching into every one of his moves.

"Shut the fuck up," she mumbled, her voice shaky, trying to sound strong even as her body betrayed her.

Rafe chuckled darkly, one hand moving to her back, pressing her further into the mattress.

"Shut me up, then," he taunted, his grip tightening. "Oh, wait-you can't."

Her fingers clawed at the sheets as she tried to bite back another broken sound. She wanted to hate him—hell, she did hate him— but in this moment, the lines blurred so violently that she couldn't think straight.

"What would Pope think if he saw you like this, huh?" he continued, his voice dripping with mockery. "Crying for me, just itching for me to ruin you. Bet he couldn't even make you feel like this."

Her anger flared through the haze, and she turned her head to glare at him over her shoulder. Her auburn curls stuck to her damp face as she shot him a sharp look, her teeth clenched.

"Don't you fucking bring him up," she hissed.

That only made him grin wider, his eyes darkening as he shifted, one hand sliding up her back to tangle in her hair. He pulled her head back roughly, forcing her to look at him.

"You're so fucking cute when you try to act tough," he said, his smirk sharp. "Face it, Pogue. He could never handle you. Not like this."

Her lip curled in anger, but the words caught in her throat as he tugged her head back further, his lips brushing against her neck.

She hated the way her body shivered under his touch, hated the heat pooling low in her stomach.

"I hate you," she spat, her voice trembling.

"Yet you're taking everything I give you," he shot back, his tone sharp and full of satisfaction. "Look at you-crying, clinging to my sheets like you can't get enough. You're pathetic."

Her face was hot, fresh tears slipping from her brown eyes. "Fuck you," she managed, her voice cracking. “Rafe….its too much, please...”

“Please what…huh? Use your fucking words.” He says as he brushes his lips against her shoulder. “You can’t can you?”

She tried to push back against him, her hand reaching up to shove at his chest, but it was weak—pathetic, just like he said. He grinned, grabbing her wrist and pinning it to the bed as he pressed her harder into the mattress.

"You don't even know what you're doing, do you?" he muttered, his voice rough but quieter now, like he was studying her. His free hand moved down to her waist, gripping her curves firmly. "You can't even think straight. Poor thing."

Her lips parted, a broken sound escaping before she could stop it. Her brain was scrambled, her body betraying every ounce of pride she had left.

"That's it," he murmured, his tone dropping. "Just let me take over, baby. You don't need to think. Just let me fuck you like I know you want."

Her lips trembled, her body shaking, and she didn't even realize she'd nodded faintly until she felt his lips ghost over hers.

"You hear me?" he spered, his smirk softening into something darker, his tone dipping dangerously low. "Say it. Tell me you're mine."

She hesitated, her voice a barely audible whisper as her mind blurred further.

"I'm yours," she murmured, almost incoherent.

"Good girl," Rafe muttered before crashing his lips onto hers. The kiss was messy, full of teeth and heat, their bodies pressed so close that it felt like he was everywhere at once.

His hand tightened in her hair, tugging slightly as he deepened the kiss, his movements still relentless.

When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected their lips, and his smirk returned, cocky and sharp.

"You're mine tonight," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Got it?"

She could only nod weakly, her body trembling beneath him.

"That's what I thought," he muttered, letting go of her hair to grip her jaw, tilting her head up slightly. His thumb brushed her bottom lip, and his gaze burned into hers. "Open."

She blinked up at him, too far gone to resist.

Her lips parted slowly and before she could even think, he spit into her mouth, his smirk widening when she swallowed without a second thought.

"Good girl," he repeated, his voice low and dangerous, the words sinking into her like a brand.

Her head dropped back onto the pillow as he continued, and all she could do was take it.

Time continued to pass and they were still at it. Rafe was relentless even 30 minutes later.

The room was a wreck, the sheets tangled beneath them, damp with sweat and the heat of the night. Y/N lay limp on the bed, her soft brown skin adorned with bruises and her body trembling as she tried to catch her breath. Her cheeks were still wet with tears, her lips swollen, and her mind an incoherent mess. She didn't even realize she was inching away until Rafe's voice cut through the haze, sharp and low.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

Her body froze at his tone, her heart pounding. Before she could answer, Rate's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her back onto the bed like she weighed nothing. She gasped, her back hitting the mattress as she looked up at him.

"Rafe, I-"

"You're not fucking done," he growled, leaning over her, his sharp eyes glinting with something dark. "I didn't tell you to stop."

She shook her head weakly, her voice trembling. "I... I can’t.”

"you can," he snapped, cutting her off. His hand moved to grip her jaw, forcing her to look up at him. "Nah. You don't get to go quiet on me now. I want to see that pretty face while I make you come again."

Her breath hitched at his words, heat flaring in her cheeks. "You're fucking crazy," she muttered, her voice shaking.

"And you're soaking the fucking sheets," he shot back, his smirk sharp and cocky. "Don't act like you're not loving this."

Her glare faltered, her lips parting as he leaned closer, his other hand moving down to grip her thigh.

"Say it," he demanded, his tone low and rough. "Tell me you love it."

Her head turned, defiance flaring for a brief second, but Rafe wasn't having it. His hand lightly slapped her cheek, just enough to sting and draw her attention back to him.

"Say it," he repeated, his voice dangerous now. "Don't make me fucking ask again."

She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "I.. I love it."

"What was that?" His smirk widened, his fingers brushing over her flushed cheek. “Speak up, baby. I didn't hear you."

"I love it," she said louder, her voice trembling with embarrassment.

"Good girl," he murmured, his tone soft but mocking. His thumb traced her bottom lip before he pulled back slightly, his hands gripping her thighs as he positioned her.

"Now, say it properly. Tell me how much you love when I fuck your pussy."

Her face burned, her voice catching in her throat as her embarrassment swelled.

"Rafe, I..."

He tilted his head, one eyebrow arching as his smirk turned wicked. "Say it, or I'll make sure you regret it."

"I love when you fuck my..." She hesitated, her eyes fluttering closed as her voice dropped to a whisper. "Pussy."

"That's my girl," he growled, dragging her closer and pressing her back into the mattress. "Took you long enough."

He didn't give her a chance to recover before his lips found her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "You know, I think you're finally figuring out how this works," he murmured against her, his hand sliding between her legs, making her gasp.

Her back arched, her breath coming in quick gasps as he gripped her chin again, forcing her to look at him.

"Eyes on me this time," he commanded. "I wanna see that pretty face when you beg for me to let you come."

Her body trembled as she nodded faintly, her voice breaking as he pushed her further.

"Good girl," he muttered again, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "Now, tell me. Who makes you feel this good?"

"You do," she whimpered, her voice cracking.

"Say it again," he demanded, his grip on her chin tightening slightly as he used his other hand to slap her thigh, leaving a mark.

"You do, Rafe," she cried out, her voice desperate now.

"Damn right," he groaned, his lips crashing onto hers in a messy, breathless kiss.

Her body gave in completely, her mind lost in the haze of his words, his hands, his dominance. She wasn't thinking about the Pogues anymore, or even herself. All she could focus on was him.

And that was exactly how Rafe wanted it.

The room was still stifling with heat and tension, the sheets a twisted mess beneath them. Y/N was trembling, her body completely spent, her head falling to the side as she tried to catch her breath. Every inch of her felt worn out, but the look on Rafe's face told her he wasn't finished.

Rafe leaned back for a moment, his chest rising and falling as a wicked smirk curled on his lips. His sharp blue eyes gleamed in the dim light as they dragged over her, taking in the mess she'd become.

"You're not fucking done," he said suddenly, his voice sharp and commanding.

Her head snapped up weakly, her brows furrowing. "Oh my god, Rafe. I can’t even move. Please-"

"Shut up," he cut her off, grabbing her chin and tilting her face up toward him. His grip wasn't gentle, his thumb brushing roughly across her bottom lip. "You were made for this. Don't act like you can't handle it."

She shook her head faintly, her voice shaky.

"Rafe it’s too much... I-can’t"

He’s gaze is soft for a split second, thinking about how pretty she is…all stressed and overstimulated, but it quickly turns into a smirk and she’d began to wonder what she’d gotten herself into.

"You can," he growled, his smirk widening.

"And you will. You've been running that smart-ass mouth for years, so let's put it to some fucking good use."

Her eyes widened, her body tensing as he shifted, pulling her up by her jaw so she was on her knees in front of him.

"Rafe," she started again, but he silenced her with a light slap to her cheek.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, his tone low and dangerous.”

Her lips parted automatically, her body betraying her as the command sent heat pooling in her stomach.

"Good girl," he murmured, his thumb sliding over her lip. "Now, suck my dick, bitch."

Her cheeks burned with humiliation and overwhelming desire, her body trembling as she hesitated for a split second. That was all it took for Rafe's smirk to darken, his grip on her jaw tightening slightly.

The sheer size of it was intimidating. Of course she’d seen it earlier when he was fucking her, but with it hovering over her like this, casting a shadow over her pretty face…it seemed so much bigger than it already was. It was thick…long…veiny and pale with a tip that was slightly pink. He had to be nine inches or longer. There was no way he was less.

"Don't make me fucking tell you twice," he warned, his voice cutting through her hesitation like a blade. “Here, let me make it easier for you.” He grunts out as he looks down at himself and spits on it, making her breathe hitch a little.

The sight of Rafe’s spit trailing down his own dick seemed to entrance her a bit.

Swallowing hard, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his tip as she obeyed. Rafe groaned low in his throat, his hand tangling in her hair as he guided her movements, his breathing uneven as he watched her.

"That's it," he muttered, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Take it all, baby. Don't you fucking stop until I tell you."

Her eyes fluttered shut as she focused, her hands gripping his thighs for balance as he set the pace. His hold on her hair was firm, but not painful, guiding her exactly how he wanted.

"Damn," he groaned, his smirk widening as he watched her tongue dart out to meet the spit that was trickling down the veins of his cock.

"Always knew you'd be good at this. Pogue bitch with a big fucking mouth."

Her cheeks burned at the words, but she didn't stop, didn't pull away.

"You love this shit," he muttered, his hand tightening in her auburn curls. "Admit it. You love taking me like this.

Her voice was muffled as she tried to protest, but Rafe didn't let her pull back.

"Hell no” He gritted, his voice laced with arrogance.

"You're getting off easy. Say it. Tell me you want my cum down your throat."

Her body tensed, her cheeks flaming as she hesitated.

"Say it," he snapped, giving her hair a light tug.

"I want it," she murmured, her voice muffled and shaky.

"Want what?" he demanded, his smirk growing as he looked down at her. "Say it all."

She swallowed hard, her voice barely audible as she forced herself to speak. "I... I want your cum down my throat...please Rafe."

"Good fucking girl," he growled, his pace quickening.

Her mind went blank, her body trembling as she let him take over completely. When he finally groaned low and he nutted in multiple spurts, pulling her closer as he released, she had no choice but to take it all.

"Every fucking drop," he muttered, his voice rough and breathless.

Y/N closes her eyes and takes everything the kook gives her.

——

Tannyhill – Rafe’s Room – Late Night

The moon spilled faint light through the window, illuminating the mess they’d made—the tangled sheets, discarded clothes, and the heavy, lingering heat in the air. Y/N lay on her back now, her body still humming with exhaustion, her skin warm beneath the thin blanket Rafe had tossed over her at some point.

Rafe sat beside her, perched against the headboard, a cigarette dangling lazily from his lips. His sharp blue eyes flicked to her occasionally, watching her—studying her. She was beautiful, lying there with her curls spilling across the pillow, her glowing, deep brown skin contrasting sharply against the ivory sheets. Even wrecked and worn out, she looked regal, like some kind of fallen queen.

It pissed him off how much he liked looking at her.

Y/N let out a heavy breath, staring at the ceiling, her brows pulled together. “This is so fucked up,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head faintly.

Rafe smirked, blowing out a slow stream of smoke. “Welcome to my world, princess.”

She shot him a glare at the nickname, pushing herself up slightly to sit against the pillows. “Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” he taunted, his lips twitching. “It suits you. You look the part.”

Y/N snorted bitterly, her arms crossing over her chest as she looked away. “I don’t belong here, Rafe. And you know it.”

He tilted his head, watching her closely. “You don’t belong there either,” he said softly.

Her frown deepened, her gaze snapping to his. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Rafe tapped the ash off his cigarette, his smirk softening into something closer to a smile—something almost genuine. “Come on. You’re smarter than them, better than them. You’re just too fucking loyal to see it.”

Y/N blinked, stunned into silence for a moment. “Loyal?” she echoed, her voice sharp. “To who? The people who—”

“Left you,” Rafe cut her off smoothly, his tone low and dangerous. “You’re out here crying over Pope, over them, and where are they right now? Huh? You think they’re losing sleep over you?”

Her jaw clenched as his words hit her, hard and fast, the truth behind them sinking in deeper than she wanted to admit.

“They’re not your friends,” Rafe continued, his voice quieter now, softer. “They’re not your people.”

“Shut up,” she muttered, looking away as her throat tightened.

“I’m serious,” he said, his voice steady but insistent. He shifted closer to her, his hand reaching out to tilt her chin toward him so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “They let you walk out there in the rain, Y/N. They made you feel like shit, and you’re still sitting here crying over them like they deserve it.”

Y/N blinked hard, her eyes burning as the tears threatened to spill again. She hated how his words made sense—how they cut through every wall she’d built around herself.

“And Pope?” Rafe continued, his smirk darkening. “He’s the worst one of all. He had you, and what’d he do? Threw you away. Made you feel small. And those ‘friends’ of yours let him do it.”

Her face twisted as she swallowed hard, her voice breaking. “Stop. I can’t take it.”

Rafe didn’t. He leaned closer, his hand still on her chin, his thumb brushing her lip as his voice dropped. “No, you need to hear this. You think they care about you? They’re laughing at you right now. All of them. And Pope? Bet he’s with Cleo, acting like you never existed.”

Her breath caught at that, her nails digging into her palms as her chest ached.

Rafe watched the flicker of pain cross her face, his smirk softening just a touch. “You don’t deserve that, Y/N. You’re better than that.”

“And what, Rafe?” she snapped, her voice shaking. “I’m supposed to trust you?”

“Why not?” he challenged, his eyes glinting. “I’m the only one telling you the truth. I’m the only one who sees you for who you are.”

Y/N scoffed faintly, shaking her head, but her resolve was starting to crack.

“You want to get back at them?” Rafe asked suddenly, his tone smoother now, like honey. He leaned back slightly, watching her carefully. “You want them to feel half of what they made you feel? I can help you.”

She blinked, staring at him like he was insane. “Revenge?”

“Yeah,” Rafe said, his smirk returning. “Think about it. You leave them behind—completely—and you come with me. Forget Poguelandia. Forget Pope. You wanna know the best way to hurt someone like him?”

She swallowed hard, refusing to answer.

Rafe grinned, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You show him what he lost.”

Y/N’s heart pounded, her eyes locked on his as his words twisted around her like smoke, intoxicating and dangerous.

“There is no way you’re being for real right now,” she said, but her voice lacked conviction.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Rafe shot back, his tone dead serious. “You stay here. With me. You wanna be treated like the queen you are? I’ll do it. Fuck Pope, fuck the Pogues. Let them see you on my arm, living better than they ever could. Let them feel it.”

Y/N stared at him, her mind spinning. His words made too much sense, and that terrified her.

“You’re crazy,” she murmured.

“Maybe,” Rafe said, smirking again as his thumb brushed her lip. “But you knew that before we fucked. Come on…I could make you forget all about Pope and those bankrupt pogues.”

She swallowed hard, her gaze searching his face, trying to find any crack in the madness he was spinning. But there was none—only confidence, only promise.

“You have nowhere else to go,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm. “I kicked Sofia out. There’s room. You’re not going back there, Y/N. Not after this. You don’t want to.”

His words dug in deep, pulling at the darkest parts of her—the anger, the hurt, the betrayal she couldn’t shake.

“What’s in it for you, huh?” she asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rafe grinned, his hand sliding up to grip her throat again, his touch possessive but gentle. “You. That’s it.”

Her breath hitched as his lips ghosted over hers, and despite herself, she didn’t pull away.

“Think about it,” he whispered, his voice low and smooth. “Revenge looks good on you.”

Before she could argue, Rafe kissed her again—slow, deep, but still tinged with that dangerous edge that came with him. His hands slid over her curves possessively, like he was already claiming her.

When he finally pulled back, his smirk returned, softer this time but no less wicked.

“You’ll come around,” he said confidently, brushing his thumb along her jaw. “You always do.”

Y/N stared at him, her chest rising and falling as she tried to ignore the way her body betrayed her, leaning into his touch.

And the worst part?

A small part of her already believed him as she subconsciously traced his abs with her acrylics. He didn’t say anything. Neither did she. They knew what they had to do.

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kyeomofhearts · 1 year ago

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Again & Again | C.SC

+ summary: you caved in and fucked your best friend, but it was only a one-time thing… right?

+ pairing: scoups x fem!reader

+ word count: 4.3k

+ content: fwb!, chubby reader (love ya'll), friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, pussy drunk cheol, size kink, angst, fluff

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (Final)

+ WARNINGS: drinking!, smut, dom!seungcheol, sub!reader, rough sex, praise?, sizekink, creampie, pls lmk if I missed anything

“I’m ready!”

Seungcheol’s ears perked up at your sudden announcement. Turning his head, only to be met with a breathtaking view of you. The way your clothes hugged your figure had his head spinning. He always loved seeing your curves and the way you filled out everything nicely. Although you weren’t wearing anything out of the ordinary, it was just a simple outfit. Something that would match the mood for Jeonghan’s party.

But Seungcheol being… well himself, he was mesmerized. He was for sure going to struggle to keep his hands off you, especially at Jeonghan’s party. As much as he was willing to risk it all for you, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable so he kept it to himself.

“Let’s go then.”

…

The car ride was comfortable, nothing different from the ordinary.

Well, maybe a little different.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Seungcheol looking at you at times. It was easy to guess what he was thinking about… but you were literally two minutes away from Jeonghan’s place!

And they would know.

You took a deep breath.

“Don't even think about it.”

“What?” Seungcheol tried playing it off, even though he knew he had been caught. Even his voice raised a few octaves.

“We can’t! Not now at least…” As much as you tried hiding your pout, you couldn’t.

Of course, you wanted to fuck Seungcheol but with how rough he got… you knew you would get your makeup all messed up and that was something you did not want to deal with at the moment.

“Well… can I get a kiss before we head inside?” He gave you puppy eyes after putting the car in park.

God was he annoying. It annoyed you that his tricks always worked on you. But before you could say anything he was already leaning over the console, fluttering his stupidly long eyelashes with his lips puckered. He knew he looked stupid but teasing you was his favorite thing to do.

Without a second thought, you leaned in to give him a light peck. That should be good enough to hold him off for the next few hours right? Nope. Just before you were finished pulling away, his hand swiftly pulled you back to his lips. You couldn’t stop yourself from following his lead, especially when his hand was keeping your head steady.

Before it could escalate to something more, you felt your phone vibrate. Finally, pulling away while ignoring Cheol’s pleas, you went to check who had texted you.

Ugh.

It was Jeonghan, asking why you weren’t there yet.

“We can continue this later Cheol. Jeonghan’s asking me where we are.” You spoke softly, you knew how sulky Seungcheol would get if he didn’t get what he wanted, but it had to be done.

But fortunately, that was enough to convince him to hold off on his desires. And so he finally stepped out of the car, but only after telling you to not move an inch.

After he opened the door for you, you both began to walk to Jeonghan’s place. It was a nice walk to his place. It would have been even more nice had Seungcheol not tried holding your hand. Was he trying to give you a heart attack? Seriously, everything he did made it feel like he was your boyfriend… which he was not. It really didn’t help your blossoming feelings for him either, it was like he was purposely adding fuel to the fire. But you knew there was nothing behind his gestures, he’s been like this even before you started hooking up.

“C’mon… my hands are cold without yours!” God was he annoying. He was a living embodiment of the pleading emoji, always finding a way to use his puppy eyes to his advantage. But you loved to indulge him every single time.

You rolled your eyes, “What about your other hand? If I only hold this one, then the other one will stay cold.”

“The other hand is connected to the other, so once you hold my hand they both get warmed up.” Seungcheol countered all smug as if that didn’t sound like the dumbest thing he’s ever said.

“I don’t think it works like that-”

“You guys took forever!” Jeonghan said while looking at both you and Seungcheol. You immediately ripped your hand away from Cheol’s.

Jeonghan’s eyes were carrying an entertained look to them, you hope he didn’t see the whole thing between you and Seungcheol. That would be really hard to explain.

But before you could think anything of it, the sound of your favorite voice (besides Cheol's) had gotten your attention.

“y/n~ there's a special surprise waiting for you in the kitchen!” Soonyoung had yelled out behind Jeonghan.

“And… that's my cue!” You immediately sped off towards the kitchen. Tonight was all about having fun and you were going to take advantage of it. Head empty, no thoughts. That is what you were striving for.

Now Seungcheol and Jeonghan were left alone.

“So… you and y/n? Finally?” Jeonghan prodded after your swift departure. He has been waiting for the day that you and Seungcheol finally got together.

“No… not yet at least,” Seungcheol said with a sigh. Even when he didn’t mean to get all sulky, it always happened. It was like second nature to him.

Jeonghan raised his eyebrow to this. While it was amusing to see both of his friends be blind to the other’s feelings, it was just as frustrating. For the past few years, he witnessed how stupid people could truly be. How was it possible that you and Seungcheol were not aware of each other’s feelings? Anybody could see it clear as day. But he couldn’t do anything about it, since at the end of the day, it was not his place to get involved. So with a loud, disappointed sigh, Jeonghan patted Seungcheol’s back. All he could really do was provide advice and comfort.

“Just tell her man, I am more than sure that she will return your feelings.”

Seungcheol groaned at the thought.

“I will but I still need to find the perfect-”

“Time, yes I know that. You’ve been saying that for years now.” Jeonghan was displeased. “But what if y/n begins to think that she’s wasting her time with you? What happens then?”

Seungcheol really wanted to fire back but he couldn’t find anything to say.

And just like that, Jeonghan went inside, leaving Seungcheol outside in the cold.

Jeonghan's 'party' was quite small in reality. It was really just the guys with some of their significant others, nothing crazy.

Well.

Except for Soonyoung and his drinking.

You weren't known to be a heavy drinker but when it came to special occasions, your friends knew you could get down.

Luckily for them, today had been quite stressful in terms of work. So after a few pleas from Soonyoung and Seokmin, you indulged in a few shots. After all, a little never hurt... right?

Wrong.

Needless to say, you got wasted within a matter of hours.

It wasn't your fault though! The games Soonyoung came up with were really entertaining, you just couldn't help yourself.

The burn of the alcohol didn't phase you as much after your fourth shot. The aftertaste was still disgusting of course, but nothing a chaser couldn't fix.

Soonyoung, being the lightweight that he is, was already nearing the edge of blacking out. And Seokmin... you didn't know where he went to. Maybe the bathroom? Well, he was for sure in the house, you'll find him sooner or later.

God, your eyes were beginning to feel heavy and it didn't help that everything was starting to look blurry as well.

You decided to stand up and walk off the sudden drowsiness, that usually helped you wake up a bit. Instead, you felt a sudden rush go straight to your head, which threw you off balance.

Maybe you should-

“…And I think we’re done with the drinks,” Seungcheol said as he magically appeared behind you, taking the empty cup in your hand and throwing it away.

His free hand snaked its way down to your waist. "Feeling good? Need some water love?"

If you were in the right state of mind, you would be definitely thinking about how intimate this would look to the others.

But all you could think about was how his hand was leaving a warm, tingly feeling on your waist. The way his touch was firm yet gentle at the same time.

You were so focused on his touch that you forgot to answer the question he had originally asked you.

He leaned his head further into your neck, "I'll take that as a yes... did you want to head out?"

It was nearing ten o'clock, which should be considered a reasonable time to leave.

"Hmmm... I guess so."

The idea of climbing into bed and just dozing off was so tempting. Unfortunately, you had to wait which was the worst part of it all.

Before you could continue thinking about how comfortable your bed was, you felt something cold press against your cheek.

You shrieked at the feeling.

“Why would you do that?” You yelled out in surprise.

Turning around to look at Seungcheol, you couldn’t help but freeze. His gaze sent you shivers, or maybe it was because of the water bottle still pressed to your cheek. Either way, you were rendered speechless.

“You need to drink your water that’s why.” His tone was innocent but the smile that accompanied it was quiet… mischievous.

“…and maybe because you ignored me today. ”

There it was. He always found a reason to pout and sulk to you.

So you did as you were told and drank from the bottle. It did help wake you up a little bit but you were still far from sober.

"Let's say goodbye to everyone now." He took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. This action alone making your body burn up.

You don't remember too much after that, only slurring out your goodbyes to your friends.

It had only been a few minutes since the two of you had arrived at his apartment. He decided it would be better in your case since his place was closer to Jeonghan's compared to yours.

“Since when did you have these products?” You stared in drunken awe, most of your skincare products were in his bathroom.

Shit. He hopes you don't think he's a complete freak. He bought your skincare products for the nights that you would spend at his place. He just wanted to make you feel at home with him. (And maybe this was his way of convincing you to stay the night with him since you had everything you needed…)

“Um… just figured it would be more convenient for you…” he prayed that you would think it was a kind gesture rather than him being a weirdo.

You took a second to respond, admiring how thoughtful he was when it came to making you feel comfortable.

“It's cute, I'm honestly more surprised you were able to get some of these products, some of them are exclusively online...” your eyes flitted to look at his. "Although, I don't think I'm capable of doing my whole routine right now." It was true, you were barely able to stand, imagine trying to do your skincare like this…

“I can do it for you,” he chipped in immediately after.

This filled you with that warm feeling you were now getting accustomed to. What was he doing to your heart?

He tapped the toilet lid, waiting for you to sit so he could begin his work. You knew it was pointless trying to stop him, once he had his mind set on something he wouldn’t let anything get in his way from completing it.

“Not yet. I still have to brush my teeth first.” And maybe this was your time to calm down before he eventually caressed your face for ten minutes straight.

Seungcheol took advantage of the little time you gave him and got changed into something comfortable. He also pulled out some more loose-fitting clothes since he knew you liked wearing baggier clothes to lounge around in. He wondered if it would be too ridiculous if he put them in the dryer to warm them up for you. It shouldn’t be, right?

"Are you sure you want to do this?" You asked apprehensively.

"Of course." He said without a second thought.

"Anything for you, remember?" His eyes were filled with something, some would say love but you didn't want to get too ahead of yourself.

He started to warm up the oil cleanser in between his hands. Then he gently applied the oil to your face, rubbing it in slow circles as to not irritate your face.

It was at times like this that made you worry if your arrangement was a bad idea. Sometimes you wish you would have just confessed to him instead of jumping straight into bed with him. Maybe things would have turned out differently had you done so.

Unwanted tears began pooling in your eyes. Why were these thoughts eating you up all of a sudden?

Seungcheol was quick to notice the tears.

"Did I get it in your eyes? I'm so sorry-"

“Cheol… I don’t think I can continue with- whatever this is,” you hiccuped, “i-it's just too much for me.”

His heart dropped.

What do you mean stop? He thought everything was going great, he was even planning on officially asking you out tomorrow.

“Why? I mean if that's how you really feel then we can stop, but at least tell me why, love.” Though his tone was understanding you could still see the concern in his eyes.

“I don't know... I just feel so conflicted. Like the way you treat me makes me want more with you but I know that's probably not what you want.” It felt as if a huge weight had been taken off of your shoulders. He’s right, you can't just end the arrangement without telling him why.

Continuing, “I just can't help it, I really like you but I know this is just casual for you and I would hate to put you in an uncomfortable position.” You ignored meeting his eyes, knowing you would cry even more if you saw the way he was looking at you right now.

On the other hand, Seungcheol was stunned, to say the least. But he was also relieved to hear the reason you wanted to end things was because you liked him but now he had to stop you from crying. He needed to let you know that he liked you just as much if not even more.

He was usually good with words but he didn’t really know what to say… so he hugged you instead. Hug was actually an understatement. His whole body tightly engulfed yours. He didn’t want to let you go at all.

“Cheol…?”

You tried wiggling out of his grasp but there was no point in trying, he had a very tight hold on you.

“You actually had me worried there for a second, I thought I actually did something wrong.”

Oh.

He cupped your face, which, by the way, was still oily because of the makeup remover.

"I was planning on asking you out tomorrow," he let out a soft laugh, "but I guess you beat me to it." He pressed a light peck to your lips.

“Wait, so does that mean…” okay that sounds dumb. But in true fashion, you had to ask him if he really meant it (even if he just confessed to you).

He laughs at your confusion but nods nonetheless.

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way though," he says wholeheartedly, "I actually wanted to avoid making you feel like I was only using you."

Before you could think of anything to say his hands returned their motions on your face.

"We should finish cleaning you up before we continue talking about us."

It was quiet but not uncomfortable. Soft giggles from either you or Cheol came and went.

He had finished around ten minutes later.

Your eyes were beginning to get heavy again, the sleepiness slowly creeping over you again.

And again, he noticed this. He was always able to read you.

"We can talk about it tomorrow," his tone was soft. He tried his best to not disturb your sleepy state.

His hand went to the small of your back, lightly guiding you to his bedroom.

Once you climbed onto the bed you fell asleep not even a minute later. Seungcheol quickly followed as soon as he cuddled up against you.

It was calm.

It had been almost an hour since you had woken up. Your head wasn't hurting as bad as you thought it would be. Maybe it was because someone kept making you drink water throughout the night.

Speaking of him, Seungcheol was currently busy with making breakfast, which left you the freedom to lounge around the living room.

Until a certain thought came up.

Well, more like thoughts.

You were recounting last night's events and what still weighed on your mind.

You knew you had confessed to Cheol and that he returned your feelings… but something felt off. It still felt like you needed to tell him something but you couldn’t place your finger on exactly what it was.

“Here,” Cheol had placed the food right next to you. God, it wasn’t even anything special but his food looked so damn good.

Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to eat it.

“Is something wrong?” Seungcheol asked apprehensively, his gaze filled with worry.

You didn’t know where to begin.

Maybe you should tell him about the guy you had hooked up with a while ago, the one that didn’t know where your clit was… that’s a good start right?

Obviously you know you didn’t really do anything wrong but it still weighs heavy on your mind from time to time.

"I need to tell you something, but promise me you won't get mad at me," you pleaded.

He looked at you incredulously, "It can't be that bad."

Taking a deep breath you begin, "I slept with someone else. But, this was before we came up with the arrangement, I think maybe a few days after we..." your voice immediately got stuck in your throat once you caught a glimpse of Cheol.

He was oddly calm. Too calm for your liking.

"Did you like it?" His voice didn't hold any trace of anger but you knew he was bothered by it.

You knew that you had to be cautious with your wording.

"No! I think I was just confused at the time so I experimented ," Your voice was meek. "It didn't mean anything, I promise."

He looked at you briefly. "That's too bad."

Huh?

To your dismay, he stood up and walked away into his bedroom.

You felt frozen in a way, confused about how to handle the situation. But rather than letting it grow into something worse you decided to follow him to his room. Talking it out will for sure help.

As you walked towards his door, you noticed that it had been left wide open.

Was this a setup?

Carefully, you stepped inside his room while searching for him. You were met with the sound of the door slamming shut, and a sudden presence behind your back.

"Cheol-" He turned you towards him, his hold was quite firm; though not to be confused with harsh.

"I'm not mad I promise," he leaned closer to kiss you. While his tone was gentle his kiss was not.

He pulled away for just a second.

"Why be mad when I have you all to myself now?"

Before he could go any further he pulled away again.

"Is this okay?"

Immediately, you nodded to let him continue his ministrations.

He cupped your cheeks once again to kiss you.

After a minute or so, he moved down to your neck. At first, he pressed light pecks but eventually started lingering on certain spots.

"Need to let everyone know that you're mine."

With that, he continued marking your neck, making sure that everyone would be able to see that you were now taken.

And while you loved the feeling of him marking you up, you couldn't help but want more.

"Cheol, please," your breaths were labored.

He hummed into the crook of your neck.

"Can you please just fuck me already?" You were growing needier by the second. Your panties were sticking uncomfortably against your heat.

He scoffed at your sudden urgency.

"I still need to prep you though," he tried reasoning with you, but to no avail, it fell upon deaf ears.

"We can do that any other day Cheol," the thought of having to wait a second longer pained you.

But, if that's how you wanted it... how could he deny you that?

He roughly exhaled before focusing on you again.

"Clothes," he instructed with a tug to your (his) shirt.

He did the same in return. Once you were both done stripping, he pushed you towards his bed so he could begin his work on you.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to get prepped first?” He was lightly tracing his fingers over your inner thighs.

Had it been with anyone else you would for sure need prep but Cheol was always careful with you, you trusted him.

“Yes, god, please just fuck me.” Desperate couldn’t begin to describe how you were feeling at the moment.

With that final confirmation, he began to work. While he knew you didn't want to be prepped he still wanted to work you up a bit. Gently, he grabbed a hold of your thighs and started spreading them apart.

He trailed soft kisses at an excruciatingly slow rate. But eventually, he landed on your core. He peppered it with another round of kisses, the pressure varying between each kiss.

After a minute or so he pulled away and slotted himself right in between your legs.

Holding his cock in his hand, he stroked it twice and then ran the tip up and down your slit. No matter how many times you fuck Seungcheol, you will never get used to the initial sting of his cock. It also doesn’t help that he’s so big.

He slowly nudged the tip towards your entrance. Gradually, he carefully pushed himself deeper inside you, cautious knowing that he hadn’t prepped you. After the first few seconds the feeling went away, leaving you with want. You moved your hips to let him know you wanted more.

"Fuck," you manage.

"Can't take me?" He almost pulls out fully before snapping his cock into you again.

You hated when he got this cocky, but you couldn't deny that it didn't turn you on even more.

“Shut up,” you tried hiding the pleasure in your voice while he slowly went in and out of you.

He only hummed in response. Soon he became enveloped in you, his thrusts were slowly picking up pace while he held onto you tightly. Your senses were completely invaded by Seungcheol, only being able to think about him.

“I will never get used to how tight you are,” his voice was strained, trying his best to not cum inside you. (because that would be embarrassing, not for you but for him)

All you could do was moan in response.

After a few months of consistent hookups, Seungcheol had learned about your body pretty quickly, from your kinks, to your turn offs… he practically knew your body inside and out.

Which explained how he knew you were on the brink of coming, your walls tightening around him being a common telltale sign.

Usually, he would edge you for a good hour or so, but after last night’s ordeal he just wanted to show you how much you affected him. So with that, Seungcheol lazily brought his free down to your clit and began to rub slow yet firm circles. He knew that playing with your bud would immediately send you over the edge. It also didn’t help that his pace was becoming more erratic, by the looks of it, you would be coming together.

And just like that, after a few more thrusts he felt you begin to spasm underneath him, letting a loud string of moans out during the act. Seungcheol dipped his head towards your lips as he came inside you, making you swallow his groans in the process.

Shortly after, Seungcheol’s body fell completely limp on yours, feeling only pure exhaustion. It felt nice, only being able to feel his heavy body on top of yours… kind of therapeutic in a sense. But unfortunately that didn’t last very long, because after a minute or so, everything began to feel wet and sticky.

As if reading your mind, Seungcheol mumbled out a low, “let’s get cleaned up.”

While you were obviously up for it, the thought of having to stand up at this very moment felt horrible. As he slowly pulled out of you, you couldn’t help but just stay on the bed. This did not go well with Seungcheol.

“Y/n c’mon, we have to get you cleaned up,” he whined while tugging on your arm.

“Just five more minutes, I still can’t feel my legs!” Were you being over dramatic? Yes, but it’s not like he’s not used to it.

“Y/n we have to get ready to go out.” This time he pulled you all the way up, keeping you steady while you regained your balance. You did recall him mentioning going out today but you don’t remember exactly where.

“Really? Where are we going?” The excitement of going out completely masked the feeling of your jelly-like legs.

“Nowhere in specific.” Your smile dropped. What does he mean nowhere? You hated when he turned things into surprises. (Hate is a strong word but you get the idea.)

He shrugged his shoulders, “Just wanted to show my new girlfriend off to the world I guess…”

Ugh. He is so annoying.

“Never say that again, ever.”

Yet, you couldn’t hide the smile slowly creeping up towards your face. Hearing him call you his girlfriend was definitely something you could get used to.

I am so so so sorry for leaving you guys hanging! It was not my intention I swear,, I just kept taking and adding to the fic which is why it got delayed so bad… at least the finale is here right? The last part was not proofread so I’m hoping that it’s legible, hope you enjoy :3

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punkshort · 1 year ago

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I don’t know if this is an annoying request but is there any way to get a Drabble of when reader had gotten jealous (in the past before the accident) when she found out that joel and Angie had history. In one of your previous chapters, Joel described it as some of the best sex of his life 👀

-Kiwi 🥝💚

Not an annoying ask at all! Thank you for sending this to me, this was a great idea! Sorry it took so long to get to it!

Jealous

An I Know Who You Are drabble

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), blow job, unprotected piv sex, language, edging, lil bit of dom reader/sub joel, masturbation, angry/a little rough sex, jealousy, possessiveness, spanking, hair pulling

WC: 1.6K

A/N: I want to let everyone know this part of their history took place very early on in their relationship. Reader does not yet know his secret, they are in the 'messing around' stage and if you recall, Joel once compared reader to taming a wild horse. So the reader in this story is very different from the one we know. Enjoy!

"Please," Joel whimpered, no longer above begging.

You were between his legs, his cock leaking and heavy in your mouth. With every swirl of your tongue and pump of your fist, he felt himself getting closer and closer to the brink just to have you pull away with a devilish smirk. It was maybe the third time you left him gasping for breath but he lost count so he couldn't be sure. His brain was a jumbled mess and his skin was on fire, soaked with sweat due to his heart pounding so furiously in his chest for the past twenty minutes.

"God, I love it when you use your manners," you purred. You cracked your back and neck with a soft moan, completely ignoring his cock throbbing and aching for attention in front of you. "It really turns me on. Wanna see?"

He groaned and arched his back off the bed, desperately trying to get you to touch him again. He wasn't used to this. Whatever it was you were doing together was fairly new and while the sex was always good, this was something else. And all because at dinner that night, you discovered he fucked someone else well before you even arrived in Jackson.

It was beginning to bother him how non-committal you were. The first couple times you were together, he didn't mind. In fact, he preferred it that way. Especially considering the guilt that weighed him down ever since he first recognized you. But recently, something changed in the way he looked at you, thought about you, felt about you. He was so fucking rusty, he had no idea how to shift the nature of your relationship to something more meaningful. So when Angie showed up, batting her lashes and touching his shoulder at the bar while he waited for you to finish playing whatever game you were playing and come home with him, he leaned into it a bit. He tossed Angie a smile just to add fuel to the flames and make you end the charade. And out of the corner of his eye, when he saw you stiffen and slam down your drink, he felt his cock twitch with excitement.

Maybe he shouldn't have pushed your buttons.

"You're not listening to me," you said sternly, grabbing his chin and forcing his attention back onto you. "I asked you a question."

"Yes," he rasped, "show me. Please," he added, remembering at the last second how you liked it when he begged. You smiled and let his chin go, then took that very same hand and slowly dragged it down your bare chest, over your stomach and underneath the fabric of your panties. You tipped your head back and moaned when you slid two fingers into your pussy, and when you began to rock your hips into your hand, still kneeling between his legs on the bed, he whined and fisted the bedsheets next to him.

He desperately moaned your name, wiping the sweat from his forehead, but you cut him off.

"So wet," you whispered, rolling your neck and opening your eyes, steadily holding his gaze while you continued to fuck yourself with your fingers. "Feels so good. Maybe I'll just make myself come, instead."

"No!" he growled angrily, sitting up and grabbing the back of your neck. You gasped in surprise but he could see your eyes sparkling with excitement and the corners of your mouth twitch.

"No?" you repeated, tilting your head to the side and sinking your teeth into your lower lip, your eyes locked onto his, now inches away from your face while you snapped your wrist even faster between your legs.

"I wanna make you come," he said through clenched teeth while he did everything in his power not to grab you by the waist and slam you down on his cock.

"If you don't like it, maybe you should've taken her home tonight, instead," you seethed angrily, then your eyes fluttered closed and your mouth fell open when your fingers finally brushed up against that one spot that always made you come undone. Joel's nostrils flared when he realized you were close and decided he had enough.

"Fuck this," he muttered. He wrapped his hand around your wrist and yanked it out from between your legs, and before you even had a chance to open your eyes and yell at him, he scooped his other arm around your back and flipped you over so you were lying underneath him. He smirked down at you, finally getting the upper hand. "Did I make you jealous, baby?"

You scoffed and wiggled underneath him, but he pinned you down.

"Don't be ridiculous. You're allowed to fuck whoever you want."

He hummed and noticed your fingers still glistening with your slick. He grabbed your wrist and popped both your fingers into his mouth, his tongue lapping up your arousal with a heady groan, making sure to lick up every last drop before releasing your fingers with a grin.

"Only wanna fuck you, though."

He noticed the way your expression softened a bit, just for a split second. The first crack in your armor. But before he could dig into it deeper, you shifted gears.

"Then go ahead and fuck me already."

He yanked your underwear so fast down your legs, you heard the fabric rip, but you could hardly care when a moment later he was sinking himself inside you with a strangled groan, both finally finding some relief in the familiar stretch.

"Y'drive me fuckin' crazy, y'know that?" he murmured into your cheek. He held your jaw tightly in his grip, his hips roughly slamming into you as you gasped and moaned under him. With every harsh thrust, he brushed against that one spot, already stimulated from your fingers earlier. "Can't just admit you're jealous? Wouldn't look my way all night 'til someone else did and now look at you. Makin' a mess all over my cock."

Your eyes flared with anger and you yanked your chin out of his grasp. Grabbing a handful of his hair, you pulled as hard as you could, causing him to lose his balance for a moment, but it was all you needed. You wrapped your legs around his waist and with a grunt, rolled him over onto his back so you were straddling him.

Your mouth crashed down against his, teeth clashing and tongues messily licking into each other. With your heavy breaths mingling together, his hands roamed, grabbing onto every part of you he could find until they settled on your hips. He helped guide you in his lap, fingers digging into the fatty area where your thighs and hips creased, adding more force every time you dropped back down onto his thick length.

"Jesus, fuck!" Joel growled, lifting one hand to slap your ass, the sharp sting making you gasp until the pain faded and you ordered him to do it again, so he did.

You moaned and tilted your chin to the ceiling, hips grinding into him so you could give your burning thighs a break but it apparently wasn't enough because he started to ram up into you, soft grunts slipping past his lips with each thrust.

With little warning, your back arched and you cried out, convulsing and squeezing his cock as you came, gasping desperately for air. He couldn't tear his eyes away, completely mesmerized, like usual. You were gorgeous, he always knew that, but when he got to see you fall apart for him, it transcended his definition of beauty and left him in awe.

Once you collected yourself, he pulled you down to his chest, burying his face against your neck and wrapping his arms tightly around your ribs, slamming into your used cunt over and over, making you whimper against his skin.

"I wanna come inside you so fuckin' bad," he whispered, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

"You can't," you whispered back, leaving out but I wish you could.

"I know."

With a rough groan, he pulled out, causing your eyelids to flutter weakly and your pussy clench angrily at the loss. He pulled your hips down flush so he could rut against you, stilling momentarily when his hot spend spilled out, smearing all over your stomachs.

After giving him a moment to catch his breath, you tried to roll off of him but he didn't loosen his grip.

"Just another minute," he said softly into your shoulder. He felt your body relax and he inhaled deeply, breathing in your scent for later. He tilted his head so he faced you and locked his lips with yours, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. But you didn't allow it for long. You never did.

"Joel," you murmured against his mouth, pulling away and pushing yourself up. He sighed and let you go, watching as you stood on shaky legs to enter his bathroom and clean yourself up. You handed him the wet towel before collecting your clothes from the floor, holding up your mangled underwear with one finger and giving him a look. He chuckled as he wiped his stomach and shrugged.

You rolled your eyes and turned around so he didn't see the smile on your face as you got dressed. His eyes raked up and down your body for a moment before he said, "you don't gotta leave, y'know."

"I have patrol in the morning."

"So?"

"So I need to get some sleep," you said, pulling your shirt on and fixing your hair. He was really growing to hate this part. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow," you added over your shoulder as you headed towards his door. He didn't respond. He just watched you leave, a slow smile pulling at his lips because even though you acted indifferent towards him, the fact remained that you were jealous of another woman giving him attention, and that had to mean something.

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"You hate your job. The pay is bad, your manager is worse, and customers are somehow both entitled and clueless. Just as you finish contemplating whether unpaid breaks are a human rights violation, weird new people keep showing up to the café. They all seem to know each other. Sometimes they talk in cryptic phrases. What the hell is this domain and why do they want to expand it? One time, a man with stitches on his forehead walked in, made prolonged eye contact with you, and then left without ordering anything. You’re pretty sure he was a serial killer. Another time, the one with white hair and sunglasses indoors mentioned a "higher mission", and you’re 90% sure this is how cult documentaries start. One of your regulars only speaks in weird food-related phrases. You assume he has some kind of medical condition, but no one explains anything to you. But you are not about to ask questions, because ignorance is bliss and also job security. And unfortunately, they are all weird and they seem very interested in coming back."

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The morning had been relatively uneventful, meaning that the espresso machine had only threatened violence twice, Greg had not yet committed a fireable offense (debatable), and Muffin Guy was, as always, engaged in his thousand-yard stare into the abyss of his pastry.

And then Gojo burst into the café.

"Barista," Gojo declared, striding up to the counter with the urgency of a man reporting a crime. "We have a Code Red."

You blinked. You had not emotionally prepared yourself for this.

"Gojo," you said slowly, already exhausted. "What?"

He slammed his hands onto the counter, leaning in like he was about to deliver classified government intel. He removed his sunglasses for dramatic effect, which always meant whatever he was about to say was extra stupid.

"My punch card. It’s missing."

Silence.

Gojo stared at you. You stared back. Somewhere in the corner, Muffin Guy continued to stare at his muffin like it contained the meaning of life.

"...Why did you even have one?" you asked, already regretting engaging with this conversation.

"For fun," Gojo said earnestly. "But now it’s not fun. It’s personal."

You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest, feeling a headache starting to come on. "Gojo, you made the punch cards. You wrote the ‘rewards’ yourself. You even give out the rewards yourself. You know they’re literally useless to you, right?"

"I support small businesses." Gojo simply said, as if that explained everything. It didn't.

You exhaled. "I can just give you another one."

Gojo gasped. "You would just replace it? Just like that? Without even trying to find the original?"

"Yes."

"Barista," he whined, looking deeply wounded. "You are everything wrong with modern society."

"Because I refuse to track down your own punch card? That you did not need?"

"Justice must be served!" Gojo declared, slamming his hands onto the counter once more. You swear you start to see it crack a little.

"Fine," you surrendered. "Where did you last see it?"

"It was last seen right here," he asserted, spinning around to dramatically point to the table he was sitting at a while ago like it was a crime scene. "Someone took it. And I will find out who. Last time I saw it, I had exactly four punches. And it even has 'The Strongest' on it with a doodle of me!"

You glanced down at the rewards.

Buy 5 coffees, Get a Pat on the Head from Gojo!

"You—" You inhaled sharply. "Gojo, you cannot give yourself head pats."

Gojo looked appalled. "Why not?"

"Because that defeats the entire purpose!"

Gojo pouted. "So you're saying self-care is illegal now?"

"I am saying you're an idiot."

Gojo pointedly ignores you in favor for straightening up, adjusting his sunglasses with the solemn air of a detective on the brink of uncovering a grand conspiracy. He pivoted on his heel and surveyed the café like a man on a mission—because he was, in fact, a man on a mission.

A very, very stupid mission.

Gojo, self-appointed detective of this entirely unnecessary case, wasted no time causing problems. He began his investigation in the most Gojo way possible: by harassing every single person in the café, and dragging you along with him as his unwilling accomplice.

"Alright, one of you took my punch card," he announced loudly, pointing to the entire café. "I’m giving you a chance to come clean before I unleash my full investigative abilities."

No one reacted. It was dead silent other than some old guy doing one of those gnarly old man coughs.

"Okay. Hard way it is."

He leaned over a table and pointed directly at a college student buried under their laptop. “You. Where were you approximately forty seven minutes ago?"

The student, looking up with the dead eyes of someone who had seen too many midterms, just blinked. “What?”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Gojo said, crossing his arms. “I know a criminal when I see one.”

“I—” They looked at you in distress.

You sighed. “Gojo, leave the customers alone.”

“Never.” He turned, zeroing in on the next suspect: Muffin Guy.

Muffin Guy, as always, was sitting at his usual table in the corner farthest from the door, staring at his usual muffin.

Gojo approached the man like he was in an interrogation scene of a cop drama. You trudged along behind him, silently screaming inside your head at the fact that you have to babysit a fully grown man. He pulled up a chair, turned it around, and sat on it backward like an absolute menace.

"Alright, pal," Gojo said, pulling out a notebook that he absolutely did not need. "You wanna tell me where you were when my punch card went missing forty nine minutes ago?"

Muffin Guy did not even acknowledge Gojo’s existence. His eyes remained locked on his muffin, like he was waiting for something.

Gojo narrowed his eyes. "Suspicious."

Silence.

"Listen, I get it. You don’t wanna snitch. You’ve got a reputation to uphold," Gojo said, nodding like he totally understood Muffin Guy’s plight. "But I need you to talk. Where. Is. My. Punch. Card?"

Nothing. Muffin Guy did not move. Muffin Guy did not blink. Did not acknowledge him. Did not react in any way whatsoever.

Gojo narrowed his eyes. “Ohhh, you’re good.”

You massaged your temples. “Gojo, he hasn’t moved in like, four weeks. I doubt he even knows what a punch card is.”

“That’s exactly what he WANTS us to think.”

Gojo tapped a finger against the table like he was waiting for a confession. Muffin Guy continued his unwavering, soul-searching gaze into his muffin.

“…Fine,” Gojo said finally, standing up. “We’ll be watching you, muffin man.”

Muffin Guy did not respond.

Muffin Guy never responded.

Gojo jotted something down in his notebook anyway.

You sighed. "Are you done?"

"Not even close," Gojo said. "We have another suspect."

Gojo’s next suspect? The espresso machine.

Yes. The espresso machine.

Gojo stormed back to the counter, which was for employees only mind you, heading behind it with all of the confidence of a man who owned the place despite him very much not even working there. His energy was even more unhinged now, which you hadn’t thought was possible.

"It knows something." Gojo said seriously, surveying the espresso machine.

You glanced at the espresso machine, which had been through a lot. Its buttons were worn down, its exterior was dented from years of abuse, and it did act like it was on the verge of achieving sentience and declaring war.

But it was just a machine.

"You’re losing it," you said flatly.

Gojo did not respond. The espresso machine let out a deep, unnatural groan. The lights flickered. A faint screeching noise echoed from within its depths.

Gojo nodded. "Hm... I see, thank you for your time."

Was he... talking to the espresso machine?

You took a step back. "Okay, I think we’re done here—"

"No," Gojo interrupted, eyes snapping open. "We are not done."

"Listen up!" he announced. "Since no one wants to confess, I have no choice but to conduct a full-scale investigation."

Oh no.

Gojo was determined. He took things to their logical, insane conclusion.

That was how the café ended up with a full conspiracy board pinned to the back wall, complete with string, random photos, and several unhinged notes like "Muffin Guy = SUSPECT 1????" and "Greg = Wild Card. Cannot be trusted."

Nanami walked in, took one look at the board, and immediately turned around and left.

“Smart man,” you muttered.

Gojo jabbed a finger at the board. “We’re close, Barista. I can feel it.”

You glanced at his so-called evidence, which consisted mostly of:

A blurry photo of Muffin Guy.

A napkin with "Who benefits from this crime???" scrawled across it.

A drawing Gojo made of himself shirtless.

“Uh-huh.”

After approximately an hour of complete nonsense, the truth was finally revealed.

Toge walked in.

The second Gojo saw him, his eyes narrowed. "Wait a minute."

Toge tilted his head, then casually reached into his pocket.

And pulled out Gojo’s punch card.

There was silence.

Toge smirked. "Salmon roe."

Gojo gasped dramatically. "You little fiend."

Toge shrugged, completely unbothered.

"Okay, listen, we can work this out," Gojo said, already shifting into negotiation mode. "What do you want? Money? Power? Name your price."

Toge tapped the menu.

He wanted a free drink.

Gojo immediately caved.

You handed Toge his iced vanilla latte. He took one sip, gave an approving thumbs-up, and walked out with Gojo’s punch card still in hand—because, apparently, Toge was not only a mastermind but also a scammer.

Gojo stared after him, stunned.

"Did I… did I just get played by a kid?"

"Yes," you nodded, not surprised in the slightest.

Gojo groaned and ran a hand through his hair. "Man, this is not my day."

You rolled your eyes before grabbing one of the punch cards, wrote Gojo’s New Punch Card on it in thick marker, and slid it across the counter.

Gojo picked it up like it was a sacred artifact.

“This is why you’re my favorite,” he said solemnly.

You ignored him and went back to work.

And then, somehow, in less than thirty minutes, he lost the punch card again.

This time, Muffin Guy had it. (It had somehow accidentally fell into his lap, but Gojo isn't convinced.)

And thus, an eternal rivalry was born.

Gojo was a man of many talents. He was the strongest sorcerer alive. He was an esteemed mentor, an agent of chaos, and a connoisseur of sweets. He had faced many formidable opponents in his life. Powerful curses. Dangerous sorcerers. Nanami’s disappointed stare.

But nothing—nothing—compared to the enigma that was Muffin Guy.

And the worst part? Muffin Guy had no idea they were rivals.

A customer who had never spoken a word. Never made an order. Never blinked (as far as anyone could tell).

And now? Now, he had Gojo’s punch card.

The betrayal was immeasurable.

It all started when Gojo realized his brand new punch card was missing.

And then he saw it, sitting in the lap of Muffin Guy.

Now, here’s the thing: Muffin Guy had not moved in approximately four weeks. You had once joked that he was actually a statue, and frankly, the evidence was compelling.

He simply sat at the same table, day after day, with an untouched muffin in front of him. Staring at it. Unwavering. Unmoving. A man and his pastry, locked in some kind of profound, spiritual journey that no one else could understand.

It was unclear if he was contemplating the meaning of life or if the muffin had personally wronged him in a past life.

But today—today—Muffin Guy had unknowingly committed a crime.

Gojo marched over, stopping just short of Muffin Guy’s table. His expression was grim. His sunglasses reflected the dull café lighting like he was in some sort of low-budget action movie.

"Alright, muffin boy," he said. "Hand it over."

Muffin Guy did not react.

The punch card remained where it had fallen, untouched in his lap. Muffin Guy himself continued his muffin-induced trance, oblivious to the war he had just ignited.

Gojo narrowed his eyes. "Oh, so that’s how it is."

He placed his hands on the table and leaned in slightly. "Listen. I don’t know what kind of mind games you’re playing here, but I’m not leaving without my card."

Muffin Guy did not move.

The muffin remained uneaten.

Gojo squinted. "You’re good," he admitted. "Too good. But I’m better."

Still, no reaction.

At this point, you were 100% certain that Muffin Guy did not even know Gojo was talking to him.

But Gojo was not deterred. No—if anything, the complete lack of response only fueled him further.

"I see," Gojo murmured. "So this is psychological warfare."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "Gojo. He did not steal your punch card on purpose. That man is completely checked out. He has no idea what’s happening right now."

Gojo ignored you. A slow, confident smirk spread across his face.

"Okay, buddy," he continued, "if you wanna play dirty, then so can I. You want to make this a battle of endurance?" he mused. "A test of willpower? Oh, you poor, poor fool."

He leaned in.

"I could sit here for hours."

The café collectively turned to look at you, silently asking Are you going to stop this?

You did not intervene.

Because, honestly? You kind of wanted to see where this was going.

Gojo and Muffin Guy remained locked in a tense, one-sided standoff.

Gojo leaned on the table like he was interrogating an international spy. Muffin Guy continued his usual thousand-yard stare into the muffin’s nonexistent soul. The café was caught in the crossfire, helpless witnesses to a battle that absolutely did not need to happen.

The customers were starting to look uncomfortable. Even Greg, who had an impressive tolerance for nonsense, peeked out from behind the counter with an expression that said, "Is this my problem? No? Cool."

You folded your arms and sighed. "Gojo. Just take the damn punch card."

"I can’t," Gojo whispered dramatically. "That would mean he wins."

You deadpanned. "I don’t think he even knows he’s playing."

Gojo shook his head. "No, no. This is a power move. He’s asserting dominance. Look at him."

You did.

Muffin Guy had not moved a millimeter. His posture was slightly slumped, the kind of relaxed yet oddly rigid stance of a man who had fully merged with his chair. His hands rested in his lap, motionless. His expression was blank, unreadable.

"You’re reading way too much into this," you muttered.

Gojo scoffed. "Barista. Sweet, naïve, simple barista. You don’t understand the art of psychological combat."

"Please stop talking."

"This is a game of patience. And unfortunately for Muffin Man over here, I have the patience of a god."

You stared at him. "You literally don’t."

Gojo grinned, pushing his sunglasses up his nose. "Don’t I?"

Thirty minutes passed.

Thirty.

Agonizing.

Minutes.

Gojo had not moved. He remained seated across from Muffin Guy, chin resting in his hand, staring intensely.

Muffin Guy? Unbothered. A picture of serenity. He had reached a state of enlightenment that Gojo could never hope to attain.

You were nearly impressed.

"Gojo," you finally called from behind the counter. "Are you actually going to do anything or…?"

Gojo, without looking away, reached for his drink, took a slow sip, and set it back down with exaggerated precision.

"This is deeper than just a punch card now, Barista," he said solemnly. "This is a battle of souls."

You rolled your eyes and went back to work.

By the one-hour mark, the other customers had started placing bets.

Nanami, who had returned to the café during this mess, stood near the counter with his arms crossed, observing the situation like it personally offended him. He scowled. "This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen."

You nodded. "Yeah."

"…I put 500 yen on Muffin Guy winning."

You blinked. "Oh my god."

At another table, Yuji sat with a wide-eyed look of concern. "Uh… should we stop him?"

Nanami, looking unimpressed as ever, just sighed. "No. Let him suffer the consequences of his own actions."

"Okay, but like—what if he never gives up?" Yuji asked. "Like, what if this is it? What if Gojo-sensei just lives here now?"

Your expression darkened. "I don’t want to think about that."

Meanwhile, Gojo was starting to crack.

The problem was… Muffin Guy was too powerful.

Gojo shifted slightly in his seat. He flexed his fingers. His leg bounced a little. His energy was starting to get restless. He was like a dog that had been told to "stay" for longer than his attention span allowed.

Muffin Guy remained perfectly still.

Gojo exhaled sharply, then abruptly straightened up. "Alright," he announced. "I’m initiating Plan B."

Plan B, apparently, was Gojo very dramatically standing up, taking a deep breath, and—

"HEY, LOOK! A DISTRACTION!"

Gojo threw his arms out and gestured wildly toward the window.

Muffin Guy did not look.

Muffin Guy did not acknowledge this in any way.

Muffin Guy simply continued to stare at his muffin.

It was an incredible display of indifference.

Gojo groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Why won’t he break?!"

"He doesn’t care," you pointed out.

"No one is this unbothered," Gojo muttered in despair. "He has to be suppressing some deep, hidden rage. A darkness within him."

You eyed Muffin Guy, who had not reacted to literally anything this entire time. "Yeah, sure."

Gojo sighed and slumped back into his seat. He tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling like he was questioning every life choice that led him here.

And then.

Then.

It happened.

The door opened and a breeze moved the punch card off of Muffin Guy's lap, onto the floor. It lay there. In the open. Right at his feet.

And then.

Muffin Guy… moved.

Barely. But he did.

His shoe—slowly, deliberately—rose up.

With an almost absentminded motion, he stepped on the punch card then kicked it away.

Gojo, eyes wide behind his sunglasses, slowly looked down at the fallen punch card.

Gojo’s hands clenched into fists. He looked back up at Muffin Guy, mouth slightly open in betrayal.

"You—" he whispered. "You absolute bastard."

Muffin Guy blinked once. And then, finally—finally—he moved his gaze away from the muffin.

And looked Gojo dead in the eye.

For the first time ever.

It lasted only a second. Maybe two.

But it was enough.

It was enough to shake Satoru Gojo to his very core.

And then, Muffin Guy returned his gaze to the muffin, as if nothing had happened.

Gojo staggered back. "Oh my god."

He turned to you, expression shell-shocked. "Did you see that?"

You glanced up, having been working on an order. "See what?"

Gojo clutched his chest. "The raw intimidation. The absolute menace of it all."

You looked at Muffin Guy.

He was back to staring blankly at his muffin.

"You’re making this up," you said.

"No, Barista. No." Gojo shook his head solemnly. "That was real."

He bent down, picked up the punch card, and held it in his hands like he had just recovered a stolen artifact.

"I have won," he declared. "But at what cost?"

And with that, he turned and walked away.

And Muffin Guy? Muffin Guy continued to sit there, unmoving, as if none of this had ever happened. As if he had already ascended beyond human concerns. As if this was all just a blip in his long, unbothered existence.

Gojo, shaken but victorious, walked up to the counter and carefully placed his now-returned punch card in his pocket.

"I have faced many things in my life, Barista," he said, shaking his head. "But nothing—nothing—compares to him."

You did not care. "Are you gonna buy something or not?"

Gojo blinked. "Oh. Right." He grinned. "One Death By Sugar, please!”

After the whole Gojo and Muffin Guy fiasco, it had been a long week. A really long week.

Longer than usual. And that was saying something, considering your usual weeks included existential crises, cryptic nonsense from regulars who seemed vaguely cult-adjacent, and whatever the hell Greg did instead of actual work.

Just this morning, a man had thrown his coffee at the wall and shouted that it had “too many molecules.”

You had simply stared at him, dead inside, until he shuffled out of the café like a scolded dog. Greg the Manager, who had watched the whole thing, just shrugged and said, “You know, sometimes science, like, gets to people.” Then he went back to his very important task of playing Candy Crush in the back.

Another customer demanded a “non-liquid latte,” which led to a long and painful conversation about what a latte actually was.

So yeah. The bar was low, but somehow, this week had still found a way to dig beneath it.

In short: You were done. Completely, utterly, cosmically done.

So there you were, leaning against the counter, staring blankly at nothing, dark circles under your eyes so deep they could have been considered voids of the abyss, when Choso entered.

Choso was—how to put this?—an experience.

It wasn’t that he was bad. He was just… weird. The kind of weird that made you wonder if he was raised in a cave by a wise old hermit who only spoke in riddles. Or wolves. Possibly both.

He took one look at you—slouched, dark circles under your eyes, contemplating whether you could get away with faking your own death to escape this job—and immediately panicked.

"Barista."

"Choso."

"You are unwell," he declared, voice heavy with alarm.

You blinked slowly. “I’m tired.”

“Dying,” Choso corrected gravely.

“No.”

“Yes.”

This was going nowhere.

“What do you need? Please, tell me. I will get it.”

You, in a moment of sheer exhaustion-fueled stupidity, decided to mess with him. “I need a million dollars and a nap.”

Choso didn’t even hesitate.

He just nodded. Then vanished.

Literally.

One second he was there, the next? Gone. Like a cryptid retreating into the woods. You didn’t think much of it. Maybe he had finally reached his weird quota for the day.

Five minutes later, Yuji Itadori sprinted into the café, looking like he’d just witnessed a national emergency.

"CHO’S TRYING TO ROB A BANK," he wheezed.

Your brain short-circuited.

“What.”

Yuji, barely holding it together, flailed his arms in the air. "HE SAID YOU NEEDED MONEY AND REST, AND I TRIED TO STOP HIM, BUT HE JUST SAID ‘IT MUST BE DONE’ AND LEFT."

You stared at him. "You’re joking."

"I’M NOT JOKING."

That was all you needed to hear.

Without another word, you threw your apron onto the counter, ignored Greg’s halfhearted “Hey, where are you going?”, marched past a shocked line of customers (who had given up on understanding anything that happened in this café), and stormed out of the café, because apparently, preventing your customers from committing felonies was now part of your job description.

Outside the bank, you spotted Choso standing by the entrance, looking deeply contemplative.

His expression was tense, brows furrowed in serious thought, like he was weighing the logistics of a full-scale heist.

You marched up to him. "Choso. What the hell are you doing?"

Choso turned to you with the heavy sincerity of a man about to make a life-altering decision. "I have realized I do not know how to rob a bank."

"Good," you said. "Fantastic. Let’s go."

He looked vaguely disappointed, like he had really been hoping for a step-by-step guide. He hesitated. “But you need the money.”

"I do not need bank robbery money, Choso."

“…Are you certain?"

You grabbed his sleeve and started dragging him away. “Very certain."

He did not resist. Just nodded solemnly as if he was allowing you to stop him.

Yuji, breathless from running after you, skidded to a halt. “Oh thank god.”

Choso turned to his brother. “You should have more faith in me, brother. I would not have gotten caught.”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT."

Back at the café, you reclaimed your position behind the counter, mentally adding Prevented a Felony to your resume.

Unfortunately, that was not the end of it.

Because Choso still believed you were dying.

Which is why, for the rest of the shift, he kept handing you random things to “help.”

First, a protein bar.

Then a full meal from some restaurant down the street (you had no idea how he got it so fast, and frankly, you were scared to ask).

Then vitamins.

Then—at one point—a whole ass bucket of water.

“Hydration is important,” Choso said solemnly.

You stared at the bucket. Then at him. Then back at the bucket.

"...Where did you even get this?"

Choso simply nodded, as if that was an answer.

You groaned. “Choso—”

“I will not let you perish,” Choso said, his tone eerily similar to when he’d considered robbing a bank on your behalf.

This was getting out of hand.

At some point, Gojo had walked in, witnessed Choso wordlessly draping a blanket over your shoulders like a solemn warrior, and nearly died laughing.

Choso, unfazed, simply turned to him and said, “They are unwell.”

Gojo whistled. "Aw, Choso, you’re such a gentleman."

Choso looked pleased. "It is important that they do not perish."

Gojo, whispered to you with a teasing grin. "I think he just confessed."

You refused to acknowledge this.

But it didn’t stop. For the entire shift, Choso kept appearing out of nowhere to hand you various life-sustaining items. A banana. A juice box. An entire bag of rice.

By the end of the day, you had somehow acquired a small mountain of food and drinks, and Choso was still watching you like he expected you to keel over at any second.

Greg the Manager, walking by, looked at the pile and nodded approvingly. "Nice. Free snacks."

Before you could stop him, he reached for a rice ball—

And Choso slapped his hand away.

Greg froze.

Choso glared at him.

Gojo, somewhere in the background muttered a "Holy shit."

Greg backed away.

Choso nodded to himself, victorious.

You put your head in your hands. "I need a vacation."

"I will acquire you one."

"No."

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