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After School Discipline | K.HJ
ăpairingă : hongjoong x fem!reader ăword countă : 4.1k
ăsynopsisă : you had failed the test that he worked so hard to help you 'study' for so of course you deserved the punishment that came along with it even if it felt like torture as you begged him to give you what you wanted, yet he never compiled, showing you who exactly has the reigns.
ăgenreă : smut, prof!hongjoong, dad's bsf!hongjoong, age gap, university au(ish)
ăwarningsă : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, teasing, edging, orgasm denial, daddy kink, petnames (babygirl, baby, sweetheart...), rough sex, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), face fucking, derogatory names (slut, cockslut), gagging, choking, clit play, creampie, public sex, slight hair pulling, bondage, spanking, lmk if I missed anything!!
part two âť here
The sun was shining brightly through the windows in the halls of the university as you walked down the hall with your best friend, Kara, talking about each otherâs days thus far. You told her how your dad finally got the day off and even made breakfast for you before you left for class, and she pouted, asking why you hadnât invited her over.
âPlease, we both know your ass was passed out,â You laughed, bumping your shoulder against her playfully, and she sent you a glare, âyou literally wake up like ten minutes before youâre supposed to leave and still miraculously make it here on time. Seriously, you need to teach me your ways.â
âHar har,â Kara rolled her eyes as she pulled her phone from her pocket, checking the time just as you stopped in front of your classroom door, âOh, do you think you passed Professor Kimâs exam?â
At the mention of the exam, you felt your blood run cold, your body freezing in its spot as you recalled your âstudyâ session with the professor. You were perched in his lap at your kitchen table, his cock buried deep in your pussy as he talked you through the questions. However, you couldnât focus at all; the only thing your mind was on was his dick and how you wished he would just move. Eventually, he noticed that you werenât paying attention at all and threatened to leave you high and dry if you didnât study, whispering promises in your ear if you listened.
âJust answer a few questions for me, babygirl, and Daddy will give you exactly what you want.â His voice was smooth as he let his lips brush against the shell of your ear, making you squirm in his lap, but you listened nonetheless. Then just like he promised, after you answered the questions he gave you correctly, he bent you over the dining table and fucked you into oblivion.
âEarth to y/n.â Kara giggled as she watched your face turn a deep shade of red, already knowing exactly what you were thinking about; she then reached out, patting your shoulder with a teasing smirk on her lips. âDonât worry. Iâm sure if you suck up to him, heâll go easy on you.Â
You slapped her hand away with a pout, causing her to break out in a fit of giggles. You sent her a death glare, arms crossing over your chest. You then shoved her just enough to make her stumble a bit: " Why donât you worry about flunking Mr. Jungâs class? We both know he isnât forgiving.â A smug smirk tugged on your lips as she looked at you with wide eyes, but they quickly softened, and she returned your smug look.
âJokes on you. I fail them on purpose!â She then stuck her tongue out at you before walking down the hall. You couldnât help but laugh at her antics; were you surprised? Not even in the slightest. Kara had always been obsessed with the fox-eyed professor.
You then turn back around to look at the classroom door, dreading walking in and facing the very man you knew would ultimately punish you for flunking. Taking a deep breath, you square your shoulders and walk into the classroom.
As soon as you walked through the threshold, you felt a pair of eyes on you. Looking up, you met the dark eyes of your professor. The intensity of his gaze left a chill going down your spine as you swallowed thickly and quickly looked away. You then scrambled over to your seat, trying your best to avoid Hongjoongâs gaze at all costs.
Despite trying to avoid his gaze, you could still feel his eyes burning holes into your body, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand tall. You prayed that everyone would hurry and get to class so he would have no choice but to spare you, but it felt like an eternity passed before the last person walked into the room.
âAlright, everyone, find your seats.â Hearing his stern tone, your body instinctively straightened, your eyes flickering to the front of the room. Hongjoong stood next to his desk, holding up a stack of papers that were more than likely the exam that you had failed. Once everyone was settled in their seats, Hongjoong spoke once more, his eyes sweeping the room, âIt would seem that we didnât spend enough time on this unit, seeing as the majority of the class scored a low score.â His eyes then trailed over to you, âsome lower than others.â The dark gleam in his eyes made you squirm in your seat, wishing that the ground would just swallow you whole.
He then spoke about how he would go easy on everyone seeing as it was a difficult topic, but he couldnât promise that he would be so forgiving next time. However, it flowed in one ear and right the other when he stepped closer to you, handing back all of the graded exams.
âI am going to return your exam sheets, and we will go over the answers together as a class.â He instructed, and you heard a few groans and sighs of relief, but no one openly complained. Your gaze then shifted down to the notebook in front of you, fiddling with your pen until your exam was placed in your line of sight. Swallowing down the lump in your throat, your eyes trailed from the paper to Hongjoongâs eyes, your heart lurching into your throat when you locked eyes. His gaze alone told you that you were in trouble far before his words were able to. âSee me after class, Ms. Jeong.â
You reached out to grab your test with shaky hands, but Hongjoong didnât release his grip on the paper, causing you to look up and catch his raised eyebrow. Letting out a shaky breath, you parted your lips slightly before speaking, âYes, sir.â
Satisfied, he nodded before moving on, but you felt heat rush up your neck when you heard a mixture of snickers and âooosâ from the students around you. All of them thought that you were in deep trouble and they wouldnât be wrong, except it wasnât exactly the kind of trouble that they were thinking.
After all of the papers were passed back out Hongjoong made his way back to his desk before turning to look at the class once more. You tried your best to focus on what he was going over, but your mind kept wandering to what exactly he was going to do when he got you alone. Watching his slim finger write on the chalkboard did nothing to ease the heat that was pooling in your core.Â
Noticing that you were getting distracted, Hongjoong asked the class a question before pointing you out individually, knowing damn well that you had no idea what he had just asked. And the deer caught in headlights expression on your face just confirmed his suspicions. He let out a faux disappointed sigh, arms crossing over his chest.
âPlease make sure to pay attention in class, Ms. Jeong.â He reprimanded you, and you felt your face burn red from embarrassment. It only grew more when you heard a few students quietly laughing off to your side.
Sinking down in your seat you mumbled a small apology, not missing the sinister smirk that was tugging on the older maleâs lips. You knew that he was doing this on purpose, adding it on to your list of punishments he was going to be giving you in less than an hour. So you knew that he wasnât about to be easy on you. Not in the slightest.
You then spent the rest of the class trying your best to pay attention, despite the growing heat in the pit of your stomach or how your core would ache any time Hongjoong let his gaze linger for just a moment too long. It was driving you up a wall, but you didnât want to get called out again or make your punishment any worse than it already was. So you tried your best to push the growing need down and focus on your school work.
After what felt like an eternity, class had finally wrapped up, and the bell signaling the end of class rang. You stayed in your seat, hands sitting in your lap, and your fingers fiddled with the hem of your skirt as you watched all of the students pile out. You didnât even bother packing up your things, knowing that it would be pointless in the end, so you just sat quietly until everyone was gone.
When the door finally closed behind the last person you stood from your seat with shaky legs, eyes moving up to find Hongjoong leaning against his desk, eyes already fixed on you. Without a word, he raised a hand and motioned you forward with his index and middle fingers, eyes daring you to go against him.
Knowing better than to disobey him, you bit your lip and slowly made your way towards him until you were standing just a few feet in front of him. He clicked his tongue, an annoyed expression flashing across his face as he moved forward, pushing you down to your knees. A gasp fell from your lips as your hands and knees met the cool ground, but you quickly glanced back up at the older man, knowing that you would only annoy him more if you didnât.
âItâs such a shame. We went over those test questions for such a long time, and you got all of the answers correct, yetâŚâ He reached down, his fingers brushing along your jaw, a trail of goosebumps following his touch, âYou still failed the test; why is that babygirl?â He hummed before harshly grabbing your chin, jerking your head back in his direction the moment you started to look away and you looked up at him with wide eyes. âDid I fuck all of the answers out of that pretty head of yours?â
His head tilted to the side, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip, and you instantly opened your mouth, allowing him to slip his finger into your mouth. A sinister smirk tugged on his lips as he pressed down on your tongue, and you wrapped your pretty lips around his finger, sucking gently.
âHmm, do you think just because youâre acting so obedient now, I wonât be too rough?â He feigned pity before pulling his thumb from your mouth and wrapping his fingers around your throat, eliciting a gasp from you. âYouâve been a naughty girl, baby, and daddy has to displent his baby, right?â He asked, but you knew that it was more of a statement rather than an actual question. His tongue ran over his teeth as he watched you squirm under his hold, eyes pleading with him as your thighs pressed tightly together.
Crouching down, he pulled you forward until you were sitting on the palm of your hands once more, his face just a breath away from yours.
âNow be a good girl and put that sweet mouth of yours to work, and I might think about letting you cum.â He cooed, his hand moving from your neck back to your jaw before standing straight, letting his fingers slip from your skin.
As soon as he was standing, you crawled forward, hands going for the waistband of his slacks. Your fingers made quick work of his belt before undoing the button. Hongjoong watches in amusement as you move with urgency to get his already hard cock out of its confinement. A cute little gasp fell from your lips when it sprung free, nearly hitting your cheek.
You let go of his slacks as well as his underwear, letting them pool at his feet. Your mouth watered, and you leaned forward, taking him into your hands, admiring the pearls of precum that decorated his tip. Hongjoong watched you with a heated gaze as you grabbed his cock at the base before pressing feather-light kisses along his shaft. His fingers curled around the edge of his desk as you laid your tongue flat, licking a stripe up to his tip before encasing him in your mouth.
Your eyes flickered up to meet his, watching his jaw tense as you took him further into your mouth. The taste of precum tingled against your tastebuds, making you hum softly, eliciting a deep groan from Hongjoong.
âFuckkkâŚâ His head fell back for a moment before he let his gaze fall right back on you, one of his hands moving to brush some of the hair out of your face. âYouâre such a dirty girl, sucking my dick like your favorite candy.â You moaned around him, the vibrations making his dick twitch in your mouth.Â
He then gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail, curses falling from his lips when your tongue pressed against the vein that ran along the side of his cock. Your thighs pressed together as you listened to all of the noises that were leaving his mouth, trying your best to relieve the pressure. Your fingers dug into Hongjoongâs thighs as you fought the urge to slip one of your hands under your skirt, knowing that doing so would only land you in more trouble.
His grip on your hair grew tighter as his hips bucked forward, the tip hitting the back of your throat. You gagged at the sudden intrusion, tears stinging in the corner of your eyes.
âShit, babygirl,â He groans as he thrusts his hips forward once more, pleasure clouding his mind as he feels your throat contract around his shaft. Your eyes squeezed shut as you let him continue to fuck your throat, tears spilling from your eyelashes until Hongjoong tugged on your hair. âUh huh darling, keep those pretty eyes open.â His tone was stern, causing you to whine around his cock, your knees starting to ache from the cool, hard ground, but the pain only added to the pleasure.
âFuck, fuck, fuck.â Hongjoong chanted as his hips started to falter, his cock twitching in your mouth before you felt spurts of his hot seed coating the back of your throat. He stilled inside of your mouth for a moment, enjoying the way you struggled to breathe around him, tears spilling from your pretty eyes, trailing down to mix in with the saliva that spilled from the corner of your lips. After a few moments, he pulled out of your mouth, allowing you to breathe properly, and let go of your hair before cupping your face. âLook at you, darlingâŚâ His thumb swiped across your bottom lip, smearing the remainder of your lipstick, an almost predatory gaze in his eyes, âsuch a pretty mess for me.â
Your thighs squeezed together at his words. A whine fell from your lips, and Hongjoong smirked before pulling you to your feet. His hand then found your hip, pulling your body flush against his. His face dipped down to your neck, pressing hot, open-mouth kisses along your skin.
âD-DaddyâŚâ You breathed out, your hands moving up to snake around his neck. However, he quickly caught your wrist.
Before you could even utter a word, he switched places with you, pressing your body down against the surface of his desk. A loud gasp fell from your lips from the sudden movement, and your head turned to look at the older man.
âYou donât get to touch me, baby,â He cooed, grabbing your arms once more and gathering your wrists into his hand. You opened your mouth to protest, but the dark look he gave you made your body shiver, and you closed your mouth. All you could do was watch as he pulled his tie off before wrapping it around your wrists and pulling its tights. His hands then wandered down your sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Getting down to your skirt, he hiked it further up your hips, giving him the perfect view of the pink lace panties you were wearing.
âDaddââ Your words were cut off by a moan that tore through your lips when he landed a harsh smack on your ass, fingers rubbing the now red skin.
âYou were just waiting to get punished, werenât you?â He spanked you again, relishing in the mewls that were leaving your lips. âSuch a naughty little slut.â He growled, pulling the band of your underwear before letting it snap back in place, eliciting a whine from your parted lips. The stinging pain from him spanking you and where the elastic met your skin made your head spin, arousal dripping from your throbbing cunt.
He then grabbed the fabric once more, but with more strength, and before you even realized what he was doing, the sound of fabric ripping filled the air. You whined about how they were expensive, but Hongjoong didnât wanna hear any of it. Leaning against you, he made sure to press his hips against yours, making sure you could feel his aching cock. He brought the tattered fabric into your view, his lips right next to your ear as he spoke.
âOpen up, sweetheart.â His voice was sweet, yet his actions were anything but that as he barely let you part your lips before he was shoving the fabric between your lips. A muffled moan then left your gagged mouth as he pressed his hips further against yours. âCanât have anyone hear how much of a cockslut you are now, can we?â
He then stood straight once more, grabbing your hip in one hand and then his dick with the other. Teasing your soaping cunt with his tip, Hongjoong watched with a sinister grin as you clenched around nothing, muffled mewls leaving your lips. Your mind started to go fuzzy with need the more he continued to play with you, and your hips started to push back against him, your body begging him to stop teasing.
âAww, do you want me to fuck you?â Hongjoongâs tone was condescending as he pressed his tip into you just to pull it right back out, his grip tight on your hips to halt your movements, âtoo bad, sluts donât get to make requests.â
A loud muffled cry fell from your lips as his hand made contact with the fat of your ass once more, tears stinging in the corners of your eyes. Your body started to tremble under his hold as he relentlessly played with your body until you were sobbing, begging him to just fuck you.
Pleas fell from your lips as your nails dug into the palm of your hands, and Hongjoong smirked sinisterly as he stopped all of his movements. Your ears started to ring as you tried to make sense of what he was doing but your mind was far too fogged to even think coherently.
A choked moan tore from your lips when he suddenly thrust into you all in one go, your slick making it easier to slide right in. Buried to the hilt, he stopped moving once again, relishing in your whines and how you tried to fight against his hold to move. His lips then curled up into a snarl as you continued to try and disobey him, and his grip grew even tighter on your hips, his nails leaving crescent-shaped indents in your skin.
âStop fucking moving.â He growled, and you whined but stopped moving, knowing that you would only be digging a deeper hole for yourself if you didnât listen, ânow donât you dare think about cumming before I tell you to.â
You wanted to protest, but Hongjoong didnât give you a chance before he started plowing into you mercilessly. Your body trembled violently as his tip brushed over your sweet spot with every thrust, a mixture of tears and spit covering your face as you slowly started to lose yourself in the pleasure.
Hongjoong knew your body like the back of his hand, knew all of the right buttons to push and tweak that would have you coming undone in seconds. So it wasnât a surprise to him when your pitch grew higher, and your cunt squeezed around him like a vice. His jaw tightened as he released your hip with one hand only to trail it down your back and tangle it into your messy hair. A choked muffled cry fell from your lips as he pulled your body up.
âAre you gonna cum?â He asked, but the way you clenched around him told him that you were, even when you shook your head no. âDoes my little slut wanna cum?â His voice was strangely sweet as he released your hair only to grab your neck, your eyes rolling as he squeezed your soft flesh. Stars started to dance across your vision the longer he continued to fuck into you.
He continued his rough pace until he knew you were close and then stopped. You started to lose count of how many times heâs edged you, your mind far too foggy, yet you still had enough strength to beg him to let you cum despite the piece of fabric that constricts your airway.Â
Hongjoong enjoyed to teary, fucked outlook on your flushed face, a sight he would never get tired of seeing. He peppered your neck with feather-light kisses, knowing better than to leave marks that would have your father and friends questioning where they came from. Then, when he felt himself close to his own high, he decided that he would finally let you have what youâve been begging for.
A strangled cry fell from your lips when his other hand snaked down to toy with your puffy clit, circling it in tight figure eights. Your eyes squeezed shut, pushing more tears out as you prepared yourself for him to stop once again.
But he didnât.
âCum for daddy babygirl, make a mess all over my cock.â Hongjoong nipped at your ear, and your mind went reeling as white spots started to cloud your vision as he fucked into you with abandon. Playing with your small bundle of nerves like his favorite instrument. Then, without any warning, your orgasm washed over you, a loud muffled cry falling from your lips, and your bound hands pressed against his abdomen. âLook at that, you can actually follow directions like a good girl, who would have thought.â He mocked you as he fucked you through your orgasm, his fingers never leaving your clit. His own high right on the tip of his tongue as you squeezed around him like you never wanted him to leave, and his jaw clenched tightly. Letting up on your clit his hand found purchase on your hip once more before leaning forward, his lips brushing over your ear. âDo you think you deserve my cum?â
He watched in amusement as you nodded your head like a bobblehead, your teary eyes pleading with him as you looked back. Muffled sounds of his name and pleas fell from your lips, hoping that he would listen, but the sinister gleam in his eye sent a chill down your spine.
âTell meâŚâ He released your neck before grabbing your now-soaked panties and pulling them from your swollen lips, âdo you think you deserve my cum?â
âPlease! Iâll be a good girl, daddy just give me your cum! Please, please, please!â You sounded like a broken record and Hongjoong smirked as he picked his pace up once more, your now unmuffled moans bouncing off of the walls. Surely, anyone walking by would be able to hear and know exactly what was going on inside, and it excited Hongjoong more than he thought it would.
âHmm⌠then you better not let a drop go to waste.â He growled before he felt himself burst, painting your gummy walls white with his seed, and you cried out at the warm feeling.
âThank youâŚâ You breathed out as you leaned back against Hongjoong, trying to catch your breath after the intensity of everything.
Hongjoongâs grip loosened as he rubbed your hips and whispered sweet nothings in your ear until your breathing regulated. He then nipped at your ear causing your body to jolt slightly, eyes opening to look back at him.
âAre you tagging along with your father this weekend for dinner?â His voice was smooth as he pressed lingering kisses along the warm skin of your neck, making you shiver. You nodded before your head rolled to the side to give him more access, your body growing warm once again. âGood, then we can go over your test, and I can show you exactly where you went wrong.âÂ
His word left a shiver to run down your spine as you knew exactly what he meant by that, and as much as it worried you because your father would be there, it excited you even more at the thought of screwing around right under his nose.
And you found yourself longing for the weekend to come as soon as possible.
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Synopsis: Sunoo realizes that his love language is acts of service. Pairings: sunoo x fem!reader Genre: fluff! so much fluff I got cavities from writing this WC: 1356 Warnings: mentions of academic stress and insomnia a/n: I had fun writing this one, really had to destress from all the studying I've been doing these past few days so this fic is a lil self-indulgent whoops. anyway, this is also a work of fiction so don't forget to touch some grass after reading! lmao jk but as always feedback and reblogs are always deeply appreciated! and requests are open so if you guys want me to write something lmk :))
Sunoo can admit, he always felt like he was pampered.
Itâs not like he didnât like it. Heck, he enjoyed the feeling of his members being attentive to him. The way that Jay cooks meat just the way he likes it. The way that Jake lets him get away with mistakes in his grammar because itâs just âpart of his charm.â Or, the way that Jungwon always let him have a few bites of his sweets even though Sunoo definitely said he didnât want to order one of his own.Â
Which is why it was such a refreshing feeling to be with you. He never really knew what his love language was until he met you. So here are the three times that made him realize his love language was acts of service.
It was late at night, midterms were coming up and things were not looking up for you. With so many enzymes to memorize and so many cascades to internalize, if you had to look at one more diagram with arrows one more time, you were simply going to go clinically insane.Â
âWhy wonât this get in my head?! Who even named these stupid enzymes? Argininosuccinate synthetase? Sounds like something Elon Musk would name his child.â You bonk your head with your notebook, clearly on the brink of insanity.Â
âHey,â Sunooâs soft voice cuts through your inner monologue. âYou doing okay? Is it the krebs cycle again?â You sigh.
âThereâs just so much to study for, I donât think I can cram it all inside my goldfish brain.â You pout at the notes scattered across the desk in the room.Â
âHey, babe, you donât have a goldfish brain. Câmon, youâre one of the smartest people I know.â Sunoo starts to get up from his lying position on the bed.Â
âYou donât have to get up, Sun. I can manage this on my own, just need to whine about it first.â You give him a little smile while shrugging your shoulders.Â
Sunoo drags the bean bag chair at the corner of the room and sets it right beside you.Â
âOkay, we have a few hours before your exam. We can work with this. We just need to mix some active recall into the review!â Sunoo beams up at you as he lay in the bean bag, notebook in hand.Â
And for the rest of the night, and well into the morning, Sunoo helps you study for your godawful Chemistry midterm. The look you had when you got back your results, passing your midterms exams with the brightest smile on your face, he just knew that he had to protect that smile.
One thing that Sunoo learned about you quickly was that you loved to drink matcha. Sure, to him it tastes like grass, but he liked mint chocolate things so who was he to judge? You loved going to this cafe two blocks from your apartment, it was owned by an old Taiwanese couple who immigrated a couple years ago. You were one of their longest regulars. So it was quite upsetting to find out that they were closing up shop for good.
Ever since that cafe closed, you have tried looking around for the next best matcha but, sadly, none have come close to beating their matcha latte. One month into the search and you had all but given up on your matcha latte dreams. That was until one day you woke up to the smell of green tea in your kitchen.Â
âSunoo? Whatâs that smell?â You nose around the hallway leading to the kitchen.Â
And much to your surprise, a glass of green goodness is being served up on the kitchen island.Â
âSunoo? Is this what I think it is?â You ask in surprise at what you see. You go up to him and hug his side. He throws his arms around your waist, hugging your form.Â
âWell, I know youâve been looking for a matcha latte replacement and havenât found one yet, so I decided to do a little digging. Asked for their recipe and tried to make it myself. I hope it tastes okay.â He mushes his cheek against your head then smiles down at you.Â
âSunoo, you really didnât have to do thisâŚ.â You look up at him. You felt all warm and fuzzy.Â
âWell, I canât have my little girlfriend go for too long without her matcha latte. Sheâs gonna start tweaking.â He teases. You just poke his cheek and decide to taste his drink.Â
You knew that whatever it tasted like, you were going to love it anyway. But one sip of the green drink and you felt your heart soar at the familiar taste.Â
âSunoo, this tastes amazing!â You look back at him with a surprised look in your eyes.Â
âReally?â
âNo, really! Like it tastes just like how they make it. How did you pull this off? Iâm actually so impressed right now you donât even understand.â You keep taking sips of the drink, savoring the green tea goodness. It feels like an old friend has come back from the dead.
âWell, I actually found the son of the owners and emailed him asking for the recipe. I really didnât expect to hear anything back from him but he surprisingly gave in.â He smiled. His heart felt like it could burst from the compliments you gave him.Â
âThis is too much. You didnât really have to do all this for some silly drink that I like, noo.â You put down the drink and hug him.Â
âBut I wanted to. Really, if it means seeing you happy Iâd go to Taiwan myself and ask for their recipe.â He kisses your cheek. You sigh at this.Â
âYouâre just the best.â You hug him tighter. He beams at this and you guys revel in each otherâs warmth.Â
It was going to be âone of those nightsâ you feared. Sleep had yet to take over your body despite the many hours of tossing and turning in your shared bed. Sunoo lay beside you, soft snores and even breaths coming from his side of the bed. Deciding that you were not going to be sleeping anytime soon, you get up from the bed and head to the kitchen.Â
You trudge towards the kitchen and grab a glass of water. You look up at a clock to check the time, 2:37 AM. You decide to do some cleaning up in the kitchen to pass the time. As you are wiping down a surface in the fridge, Sunooâs voice startles you.
ây/n? What are you doing up?â You jump a little as Sunoo makes his presence known. He notices this and softly apologizes.Â
âCouldnât really sleep. So I decided on kitchen duty.â You motion to your gloved hand wiping down the fridge shelves. âSorry if I woke you up. You can go back to bed. Iâll finish up in a bit and try to fall asleep again.âÂ
He silently walks up to you hugging you from behind. Then he mumbles something into your hair that you donât quite catch.Â
âNoo?â You ask him to repeat himself.
âWanna go get some ice cream?âÂ
So thatâs how you end up buying ice cream at a convenience store at 3 AM. As you guys walk back to your apartment, Sunoo looks down at you happily snacking on your ice cold treat. Your ruddy cheeks from the cold autumn breeze nipping at them, your tired eyes from the lack of sleep, and your hair haphazardly thrown into a bun.Â
âWhat is it?â You ask him, noticing how silent he is.
âNothing.â He shakes his head.Â
âIs there something on my face?â You motion towards your face.Â
Sunoo just smiled at himself, telling you that there was nothing on your face. And as the two of you neared the entrance to your apartment he mulled over some thoughts. Even though he was munching on some mint chocolate ice cream, which he could argue was one of lifeâs best delicacies. He thought that maybe, no surely, he liked being the reason you smile a whole lot more.Â
#sunoo x reader#sunoo fluff#kim sunoo x reader#kim sunoo fluff#kim sunoo hours#sunoo hours#enhypen imagines#enhypen au#enhypen blurbs#enhypen scenarios#enhypen drabbles#enhypen x reader#enhypen sunoo#enhypen fluff
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Handsome Jack poem 4 - Longing
If this is what love feels like - I don't want it anymore I always long for something, but not for someone, to hug them after they're gone I never thought I would crave a lovely lazy night With you, no longer gone, just by my side What did I do to deserve all this? I never knew I would be born I only ever wished for you to see me for what I could become And now, all that's left are marks that won't get lost in time But your voice will be gone before I can look behind my back Had I sinned so much for you to go through such faith? Who cursed my past life for this one to go in flames? I won't let it burn me - I will make it my Rome to rebuild And you will be proud, proud of me, of what memories I will bring I miss you every day, but no one can ever know They will stain your image, take what you truly were Because they will never see the world like you had shown me before I will build it by myself though, because without you, I'm forever alone
Women, am i right
#my writing#borderlands#borderlands 2#handsome jack#poem#bl2#why is it that exams are best time for me to go 'you know what - i will write some stuff'#i just#he longs#he longs for love and appreciation but - he never seems satisfied#he already is at the top#biggest company#ceo#respectable and scary for many#but he still#he longs for someone#he still gets shy around nisha#he might have missed moxxi too#for sure - his wife's death influenced him a lot#but so had his mother#grandma#he was meant to know about loss of love#not about love itself#@krotration if u read this i shake u your art is so fine IOHFIAHOIA
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Iâm always writing these damn breakup texts at 4 in the morning
#I didnât realize how pissed I was until I was like hmmm itâs probably not normal to fantasize about your âfriendâsâ apartment burning down#love her but I hate her but I love her etc etc#I hope something fucking horrible happens to her she deserves it#and yet I want nothing but the best for her#god I hate toxic friendships#anyways she has not initiated a conversation like literally all year#I think Iâm well within my rights to block her#Iâm just mad I didnât do it sooner#lea talks#you have one unhealthy friendship in highschool and it sets you up to be fucked forevermore#every time I think I find someone whoâs going to be a real friend#they do something terrible#I actually canât believe she knows how bad I hate being ghosted due to the aforementioned high school friendship#AND THEN SHE DID IT ANYWAYS#why do I get stuck with the worst fucking communicators#girl TELL ME WHAT I DID TO PISS YOU OFF#i really did think we were close and then she just cut me out of her life and I donât even know why#like even some of our last conversations#god#I donât even know#vent post#urghhhh#lmao on the off off off chance she sees my blog#fuck you#if you didnât want to be friends you couldâve at least said goodbye#I canât believe I got a shit grade on my chem exam because I was comforting you through your stupid breakup
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#i am feeling so ill rn for no reason and i need to shower and wash my hair so bad but i can tell if i do it rn itâll make the#lightheadedness ten times worse and there is a nonzero chance i will just pass out in there đ#best guess is bc my period started today and yeah the first two days suck but theyâre not usually This bad#personal#also this is the last thing i need rn itâs tech week and all rehearsals lately have been going/are going to go till 10 pm and i have no tim#to do all my assignments and my probability prof assigned a lab today thatâs due TMRW AT MIDNIGHT? <- we usually get a class period btwn#it being assigned and the deadline and heâs not even giving us until the next class period to do it now like why is it due at midnight#instead of noon the next day⌠also i have not one but two exams immediately following this weekend and i really want to see my family for#easter but that sounds like such a bad idea im so unproductive at home and iâll be busier than usual when i go home on top of that bc easte#and one of the exams is circuits for which exams are worth 90% of our grade and im averaging a 74% at the moment which is NOT#promising and. AAAAA#also have an exam this thursday which imnot nearly as worried abt but still. and i have to meet w someone abt a scholarship tmrw during my#free period so i Still canât work on that stupid lab due tmrw night like. this sucks okay âźď¸#the engineering chronicles#the music chronicles#i know it was only a matter of time before musical started stressing me out but đ please give me back the joys of saturdayâs rehearsalâŚ#oh also thereâs ANOTHER probability lab due day after easter and same day as circuits exam and the prof is the same so he knows full well#what heâs doing like. why are you not giving us the usual period in btwn for these anymore fuck you <3#OH ALSO soldering qualification i need to do for like 3 hours wednesday the night before my thursday exam. nearly forgot abt that one i hat#it hereeee#soldering i could reschedule tho which i might do. but ive already pushed it back once so im like :/ do i really wanna do that#idk. still feel sick as fuck and still need to do physics prelab tonight đ it shouldnât take long but i really donât want to get up and#stare at my computer even more ifeel so awful rn#ANYWAY. sorry that was oversharing even for me i am just đ you know.
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Thinking about what happened in the summer
Kids are... Really different when it comes to spending three weeks without their parents
Some start crying near the end of first day
Some start crying after couple of days
And some don't show anything while feeling the same
And being... I think English has a good word for that, let's go with a teacher but mix it with caretaker a little bit
I think seeing a kid cry at the end of that first day finally short circuited my brain, teens are way harder to understand that pre-teens who are literally still kids
They come around after a week, settle down and find new friends and your job stays the same mostly to be the one controlling their behavior
And then you'd have a kid crying again, because they miss home and the only thing you can really do is comfort them that they're not stuck here forever and that time flows so fast they won't notice it
And maybe they didn't. Time really did flew and they were leaving
Parents visited kids sometimes, of course, and it was so scary at first but they were mostly friendly and nice
Maybe because of that group chat that let them see that their kids are fine and are having fun
In the end for kids it was painful at first, but fun in the end. I got hugged more times than I could count when they were all leaving
And then poof
Back to your own life you go, like nothing happened
#not art#irl stuff#some thoughts#Every time I tried mixing my 'usual' behavior with the one I had back in the camp it felt like adding acid into water in the wrong order#Because it didn't feel right and it felt right at the same time#Like I just suddenly got a brand new way of behavior all together and it was so different that I stopped recognizing myself#Literally I'd work all day without much of a thought head full of WHERE EVERYONE IS ARE THEY SAFE??? And then at break near night go 'huh'#And at first I tried desperately to catch the usual behavior and bring it back on the break#And it never led to anything good because I'm supposed to be fully like in daytime 24/7#I did that one sketch of silly guys to just keep at least something in my head aside from being fully aware 24/7 of every passing second#I still don't know if I miss that or not#It felt so nice to not feel like I have no goal in mind anymore#A goal of 'get to the end of this with all of the kids fine and safe' without ever swearing or making them feel threatened was... Exhaustin#I never became some super sweet person to know so I did what I knew best - talked a lot telling about the things they liked#And if a kid is curious being interesting by telling stories that they didn't know about the things they liked is a way to be liked#Most of them probably forgot about me existing there but some probably didn't and would return next year again#Honestly I don't know why I failed so many exams when becoming a teacher is the only thing that makes me truly happy now#And super tired because THAT'S WORK and it's exhausting as hell some kids love to fight and you need all your diplomacy to work with it#Maybe that's just me missing my time with siblings when they were little I didn't get much time being a good elder sibling to them#I can't associate this work with becoming a parent for a month because I'm still not so different from those kids#Like... I've literally have been told by older kids that they mistook me for a teen like them#Excuse you but I'm like 7 years older than that#It was funny tho because I was considered a bit closer to them all instead of being a big bad grown-up#Yet some kids despised me because of that in the first group because welp not being an authority figure sucks#That being my first job sucks even more because I had no idea about the unspoken rules while everyone had aside from me and mom#Second try was way better because I knew exactly what I had to do even if I was terrible at making us participate in dances and songs#Thankfully it started raining and don't you dare let kids get cold from being in the rain at night that's just ridiculous#So it was like we had a slumber party with me letting them watch GF on my laptop and read some comics#It was way better than being forced to look at the other groups winning all over again. Kids disliked losing so many times in a row#And in the end the things we planned weren't exactly enough but when they were kids were happy and I was happy because we put so much effor
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Listening to a podcast discussing conspiracy theories and deconstructing the ideas behind them and it's reminded me of the coolest practical lessons in critical thinking I ever got, both in high school, both from the same teacher. One was a month long project on who killed jfk in which we could basically present any theory as long as we cited all our reasons and it got us really excited about research and interpretation, but it was the follow up that I liked best.
Our next project she brought us into class and showed us a documentary claiming the moon landing was faked. Gave us worksheets to do that sided with that stance. And at the end of class a bunch of us were like miss wait this doesn't seem right?? and she said okay, we'll discuss that next week. The next lesson, she showed us a mythbusters episode countering all the claims of the original documentary and gave us worksheets for that, and another bunch of people went wait miss you can't teach us two opposing things, which one is right? What do we put on the exam??
So she split the class in two and told us each to present a case based on each side, and to explain why our source was or wasn't the more reliable of the two. Got us to debate each other directly and use additional sources to back us up and explain why those sources were reliable and should be believed. And because they were randomly assigned there was no guarantee you'd agree with the stance you were presenting, but you had to present it like you did. At the end of the project she asked us all which stance we found more convincing and why, and the majority of us basically said "we think that the moon landing is real because most of the arguments against it seem like someone reacted to a confusing thing without testing it, but when you test it and ask the person running the test to explain the science it makes sense once you have more information. Also, one documentary was made with the help of scientists with qualifications and experience and the other was made by people who don't have that but like to write mystery books, which looks like a less reliable way to get an answer. But we still dont understand why you showed us both if one is wrong."
And she was like excellent. You've done exactly what you should do. At high school level, we as teachers are expected to filter for the reliable sources for you, so you know to repeat that to pass an exam, but if you want to be historians on your own, I won't be your teacher any more once you graduate. Lots of people have opinions and theories and research about times in history, and it's your job to learn how to look at them and decide who you want to trust. This won't be on the exam, but I need you all to know it. You all did a great job following the school's instructions to repeat information you were given, but for some of you, that information wasn't on a reliable foundation. I know you all know how to pass an exam. You're smart and you've been trained to follow these instructions. What you deserve to be taught is how to use all this once you don't have to do exams any more.
And then as a reward for us doing a good job at figuring out the value of checking your sources' sources she let us watch Bush get hit in the face with a shoe before we had to go to maths. Shoutout to you Ms Hannah you were a good'un I hope you're doing well ten years on from that class
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The mattress company I worked for the first time no longer exists. It was long ago eaten and assimilated by a bigger company. But when I started it was an incredibly intense five weeks of training. I was told I was extremely lucky to be selected, and I was. From a pool of a hundred applicants only fifteen of us made the cut to entering the training program.
The course covered how to talk to customers, how to ask open ended questions, how to close a sale, and product knowledge. I learned a lot, and truthfully my greatest takeaway was a lot of social scripts that I could use in other areas of my life.
We also had a midterm exam and a final. Both included a roleplay element with a trainer and a written portion. They told us when we started that the course was challenging but it was still a shock to come in after the midterm and realize half the class had failed.
I was named valedictorian of training- a dubious honor as it meant Iâd done the best in the class, but popular lore had it that valedictorians struggled the most on the sales floor. Lo, I struggled.
Not because I wasnât good. I was. But because my manager set out to systematically destroy my self esteem. Every sale, every interaction I had was scrutinized and criticized.
If I sold a bed with protectors, moveable base, and pillows heâd ask why I hadnât managed to sell pillow protectors too. His first trainee had thrived on being challenged and heâd never bothered to learn a different way to coach.
It was wretched. My performance started strong but nosedived after a few weeks with him. My trainer, a man I loathed for stonewalling me in my interview, came in to inform me I was on new hire probation. If I couldnât get my sales numbers up Iâd be let go.
His actual phrasing was, âWhen you have a bandaid do you like to rip it off or pull it slowly?â
Since it was eminently obvious why he was visiting and because I thought it was condescending I sweetly informed him that I liked to soak my bandaids in hot water so they come off on their own.
He was briefly startled at this derailing but then got on with the bad news. I signed some forms stating that I understood my job was in peril.
I went home furious. I thought long and hard about why I wasnât succeeding and how frustrated I was with my manager. I came in the next day and my anger had crystallized into a cold sharp edge.
My manager opened his mouth to address the probation and I snapped, âJust leave me alone. Go in the back if I have a sale. If you must address a serious issue then you will give me praise on two things I did right and present it as a compliment sandwich. Otherwise just say good job and shut up. Your constant nitpicking just makes me anxious and I do worse. Back off.â Belated and begrudging I added, âPlease.â
He raised his eyebrows in dim surprise but Iâd gauged him well. He backed off. Dutifully heâd meander into the back when I had a sale and praised me when I closed it. I resented knowing it was only because Iâd demanded complimented but they still boosted me up. My numbers skyrocketed, I landed my first split king sale, and I exited probation with flying colors.
The trainer came back in to congratulate my manager for turning things around. To my gratification he gave me credit for setting him straight and said Iâd taught him a different way to lead. My manager would often genuinely praise that moment when Iâd stood up to him, impressed with my stubborn refusal to fail and my insight into what would help.
My biggest takeaway from the whole thing was just that people need positive reinforcement to succeed. Praise people for doing a good job. If youâre ever in a position where you need to criticize someone put it in a compliment sandwich instead of just saying the negative.
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đđđđđ đ¨đŤ đđđđđ[đđŤ]!! | t. fushiguro + s. ryĹmen
đđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ: Next time, look around the area before you say you find a serial killer attractive. Because youâre about to see what mess your words will have you end up in â and your clothes all torn up.
đđ¨đ§đđđ§đđŹ: serial killers! Toji + Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! - age gap (the reader is in their early 20s) - porn with plot - oral (f! + m! receiving) - threesome - double penetration; anal (first time) & vaginal - restricted movement (hands tied up) - face-sitting - cowgirl dp positions - gun + knife play - choking - spanking - unprotected sex - overstimulation - degradation (brat, broad, slut, whore) - pet names (baby, dollface, good girl, pet, princess) - blackmail/threats - the reader is in an established relationship w/ Nanami - mentions of blood, tears, spit, and drool.
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đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤ'đŹ đđ¨đđđŹ: uhhhh happy Friday the 13th, everybody???? blame @ramonathinks for this idea (jk, don't, she's so amazing, ty for pushing me into this, mona bear ⥠and tysm for beta reading; your thoughts mean the world). Haven't done a fic in two months sooooo go easy on me!! Not proofread, so I'll fix stuff l8rrrr
âNo.â
âOh, come on, Y/n! Just answer the question!â
âYouâre so fucking sick, you know that!?â You glare at your friend, who slumps on the booth chair with a heavy sigh.Â
A slight breeze tickles your skin through your comfortable sweatshirts as the leaves on the trees slowly change to autumnal colors, and Halloween decor is already adorning every house and every yard. It was a warm and sunny afternoon on this pleasant Friday. Usually, youâd be cozied up in your apartment enjoying yourself, probably catching up on some horror flicks you missed last year.Â
But alas, that was not the case. Because youâre a college student. As October has finally rolled around, only one thing prevents you from enjoying this beautiful season â midterms. The thought of it is enough to pull you into a pool of dread. Every day has been one whirlwind after another. Yet, on the bright side, all you have now is one last exam to worry about, and youâll finally be able to rest this weekend. So here you are, at the diner with your best friend, Shoko Ieiri, completing your papers while eating off your plates to satiate the stress. For the most part, things were going smoothly.
Until the news anchor on the television at the bar relays an announcementâŚÂ
ââŚOnce again, everyone, please be on the lookout for these two killers on the loose. Three weeks ago, the two recently escaped from their cells, killed three guards, and are still at large. There have been accounts around the state that reported recent sightings of either or both criminals, the recent one being in this county 27 hours ago. So, please, stay safe. The killers are identified to beâŚâ
And Shoko, being the curious person she is, asks you a question that stops your fingers from typing on your laptop: âDo you find those killers hot?âÂ
Thatâs how you two end up where you are now, groaning at the brunetteâs persistence in getting your approval to find two criminals â murderers, even! â attractive.Â
âHey, Y/n, I know you hear me.â Shoko snaps their fingers at you while you try to get the assignment done. âJust answer the question: donât you think those guys are hot.â
âWe didnât come all this way for you to talk about your hybristophilia fantasies.â Facing the Word document, you remind your friend why youâre here in the first place. âJust get back to writing; I wanna finish this and get home.â Thereâs nothing said afterward for a few seconds, thinking she has finally given up.
However, âFirst of all,â your eyes close to conceal them rolling behind the lids. âIâm not into hybristophilia; I just know a hot guy when I see one. Second, look at their mugshots. Like, damn, youâve ever seen anyone so intimidatingly good-looking before? Come on, have a look!â
âYouâre such a weirdo,â the click-clacking of your fingertips tapping your keyboard fills the rest of your answer.Â
Still, she persists. âY/n, look at the phoooone~â
No words, only tapping keys.
âY/n?â
The keys become louder.Â
âPretty, pretty, pleaseeeee~?âÂ
Louder.
âY/n!!â
A fist bangs on the booth table as the other closes the laptop shut, sending another glare to the person across from you who holds the phone up. Youâve had it at this point, so you say with a steady breath, âIf I look at the dumb mugshots and answer your dumb question, will your dumbass leave me alone and finish your work?â The brunette only puts the phone on the table and slides it your way, giving you big doe eyes and whimpers like a hurt puppy. You sigh with your nostrils as you snatch the phone up, your gaze stationed on the images presented.
The image displayed two mugshots: on the left was a man with raven hair and a scar on the left of his lip. Intense, forest-green orbs contrast the black strands that cover his forehead. The mugshot letter board below him is labeled as "Toji Fushiguro." The one on the right is another man with spiky salmon-colored hair pushed upfront with prominent black tattoos decorating his nose, cheeks, and forehead. The board named him as âSukuna RyĹmen.â
You look at the pictures intently, examining the menâs features at your discretion. It didnât occur to you how long you were gawking at the mugshots until you peered from the phone to see Shoko give you the biggest shit-eating grin. Shaking your head, you chew the inside of your cheek before responding.
ââŚ.Well,â you cough. ââŚtheyâre not terrible looking at all. They areâŚ..hot.â
âTold you!â Shoko slams the table with high enthusiasm, earning another sigh from you as she snatches the phone back. âWould you fuck them?â
You almost popped a vein. What the fuckââis wrong with you!?âÂ
âItâs just a question, geez.â She holds her hands up defensively. âOr is that too lewd and raunchy to ask the partner of the trusting, charismatic âGolden Boyâ SGA president, Kento Nanami?â
You choke on your spit before you can say anything, and your cheeks dial in warmth. âS-Shut up! Donât bring my love life into whatever deviant horny thoughts youâre thinking!â
âIâm sorry, Iâm boreeeeeeed. I donât wanna do this paper, ugh.â The brunette whines and bangs their forehead on the table surface; your eyes roll for the fifteenth time in the past three hours. ââŚMaybe I should get some dick after this.â
âFor fuckâs sake, Iâm going to use the restroom.âÂ
You exit the dining booth when they give you a muffled response of anguish, straightening yourself and heading for the back of the diner. As you walked away, you noticed a pair of hooded figures sitting at the booth behind you. Realization kicks in, and you groan internally. Oh, God, they probably heard what we were talking about! But what caught your mind next was that one of them had a black mark on the bridge of their nose. Huh, what an odd tattooâŚ
After using the toilet, you wash your hands at the sink, but your mind is still fixated on that weird tattoo. Who would get such a thing on their face? Wouldnât that hurt? I wonder if thatâs the only tattâ And then It clicked, you quickly turn off the faucet and dry your hands, exit the rest restroom, and run to your booth. Shoko was begrudgingly typing away on their laptop until she saw you return in a hurry.Â
âHey, you okay?â She asks you, but you arenât looking at them. Your face contoured to a confused expression as you stared at the booth behind the one you were sitting in, now empty.Â
âDidâŚ..The two people who sat behind us, did you see them?âÂ
âHmm? No, I didnât. Mustâve left while my head was on the table.â
âUh huhâŚâ you say nothing more as you slowly sit back in front of your laptop. Your mind is now clouded with confusing thoughts, questioning your experience up until now. It could be a coincidence, quite far out at that. Regardless, you couldâve sworn you saw that tattoo on the Sukuna guy that Shoko showed you. It was such an uncommon decor, especially since you just saw it on the face of a criminal. Not to mention, the news anchor earlier stated that those two killers were in this exact countyâŚ
Needless to say, you didnât touch your keyboard for about twenty minutes. Your mind was too wrapped up elsewhere to think clearly about your school assignment, and your body harbored a disturbing chill worse than the soft autumn winds.
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ââŚSo, why are you researching about the loose killers again?â
âHm? Oh,â you stop typing on the laptop to attend to the phone call youâre on. Exiting your bedroom, you walk to the living room. âNo reason, I was just curious. I saw something about them on the news at the diner with Shoko.â
The person on the other side of the line hums. âYou should be careful about stuff like that.â
âYeah, I know, Kenty,â you open the sliding door to your balcony and close it behind you before taking a seat on the cream-colored swing chair.
âIâm very serious, Y/n.â It was none other than Kento Nanami who was speaking with you. The trustworthy âGolden Boyâ of your class year, the circumspect president of the Student Government Association⌠your loving and attentive boyfriend.
"I know you are."
"And those guys aren't just any usual criminals. They're notorious killers who barge into people's homes at night to steal valuable things. Maybe even kill their victims in their sleep if they have the time. So, be very careful, okay? Canât trust these streets at night, especially now with those guys on the run. So, donât go anywhere alone, always have your pepper spray on you, and be sure everything is locked â doors, windows, everything.â
A deep sigh leaves your lips. âYeah, I double-checked all the locks once I got inside.âÂ
No one says a word; the rustling of the trees and the beeping of cars from the traffic at the light substitute this awkward silence. Until Nanami says, ââŚ.You scared?â
You donât answer immediately, your mind flashing back to the bewildering encounter at the diner earlier today. Those two hooded men, one with a black tattoo on his face. It felt too surreal to feel like a coincidence, yet it wasnât too far out of your mind to think as such. The timing was strange, with the news reporter and your conversation with Shoko. The thought of two murderers nonchalantly being in the same space as you rub you off in the worst way imaginable. ââŚKinda, yeah. A bit spooked.â
âYou want me to come up there and spend the night?â
âNo, no! You donât have to do that,â you hurriedly decline his proposal. âI know youâre busy with homework and student government stuff. I wouldnât want you moving around so much; Iâd feel bad.â
You hear him chuckle on the other side of the phone, and your heart swoons at the sound. âDonât feel bad; you could never be a burden to me, especially when your safety is my top priority.â Another skip of the beat; itâll never fail to amaze you how sweet he is with his words.
âThank you, Kenty. But still, I know youâve got a lot on your hands. You donât have to see me right this moment. Besides, isnât Haibara supposedly dragging you to some party at Getoâs?â Nanami is silent for a few seconds before he groans; a smile creeps up on your face at his reaction.
âUnfortunately, yes. I have to leave to pick him up, and then we can goâŚBut I can cancel and come oââ
âAbsolutely not.â Youâre quick to interject. âYouâve been so high and on edge with your exams. This is the first party after midterm week. And I can bet my left toe that Gojo â cause you know heâll be there if Geto is â will be upset you couldnât make it.â
ââŚâŚ.Which one?â
âExcuse me?â
âYou have five toes on your left foot, so which oneââ
âKento.â He chuckles once more for your ears to hear at the use of his real name. âHave fun, okay?â
Nanami hums. âIâll try. Iâll come by your place Sunday. Sounds good?â
âPerfect. Take some pics for me. Love you!â
Your boyfriend bids you farewell before ending the call, already missing his voice. A yawn creeps out from you, a sign that you are indeed fatigued and need rest. Leaving the balcony, you close the door and do a final check at your door. Confirmed that itâs locked and secured, you turn off the living room lights and head back to your bedroom to get some shut-eye.Â
You shut off and close your laptop on your desk before turning off the lights. Then, you lift the comforter and finally enter the chilly embrace of your bedsheets. Usually, youâd scroll on your phone for a little bit until you get drowsy enough to fall asleep. Yet â it could be because of the exam you were doing at the diner â you felt way more exhausted than usual and wanted to sleep right away. And you did just that: closed your eyes, listened to the calming rhythm of your breaths, and soon drifted into an anticipated slumber.
âŚ.Three Hours LaterâŚ.
The next time you open your eyes, youâre not in the room you left yourself in â let alone the bed.Â
Instead, you find yourself somewhere cold and dark. Your bed is nowhere in sight, just a lone chair facing you. There are no windows, no desks, just you and this chair with a sole overhead light that almost blinds you when you slowly get up.Â
The change of scenery throws you off as one thought after another picks up the pace of confusion. Where am I? What is this place? This has to be a sick dream of mineâŚWait a minute. You look down to find your pajamas are shriveled and torn up, pieces of the material scattered all over where youâre lying on the cold floor. Also, what the fuck!? You canât seem to move your hands and feet, noticing that thereâs some rope restricting your limbs from moving freely from one another. No matter how hard you try, squirming does little to no help, yet it confirms that this is not a dream.
What the absolute fuck is going on right now!? It was an appropriate question for this perplexing situation, not knowing where to pick up from to start picking clues as to why youâre here. Better yet, who brought you here?
âAh, look whoâs awake.â
You turn to the sound of a door opening and closing; the direction it came from makes it hard to register the distance of whoever was speaking to you. However, that doesnât matter because you can hear footsteps approaching you and a figure stepping into the light. And when the face finally comes to your field of vision, your blood shifts into an immediate icy cold.
Standing to you by the chair was a man in a tight black shirt that exhibited his muscular arms and physique way too perfectly, harboring dark and baggy pants. But those werenât the features that had your breath hitch. No, no. The man before you had raven hair with the length stopped to his ears and strands that covered his brows. They did not even try concealing the striking green eyes that looked straight at you. And the familiar scar at the right of his lip put everything together for you â the mugshot that Shoko showed me, the inmate that escaped prisonâŚ!
Toji Fushiguro, in the flesh, takes a seat on the chair with his legs spread while putting on black gloves. He notices your look of realization and smirks; you donât like how his scar is rooted up with the motion. âYâre a pretty heavy sleeper, ya know that. But I guess that made bringing you here a lilâ simple.âÂ
A tiny bit of confidence prompts you to speak with the man. âWheâWhere am I?â
âCâmon now, little girl,â your stomach churns when he scoffs at you. He brings up a hand to help him as he cracks his neck. God, why is he so jacked!!? âYâre supposed to be smart, right? You know thatâs the wrong question to ask me.âÂ
Okay then, think, Y/n, think⌠ââŚWhy did you kidnap me? Is it for money? Because I donât have muchââ The palm of Tojiâs hand faces you to halt you from speaking more, making your nervousness dwell even further.Â
âFor one, you should really consider locking your balcony door when yâre done using it.â There are not enough words to describe the mental facepalm you gave yourself. âIf we wanted to run yâr pockets, we woulda done so earlier.â He casually admits to you. âBut thatâs not why we brought ya here, so heâll explain it to ya.â
He? Wait, wait, we??
The other mugshot hits you like a flash before you hear the door open and close again. Of course, Toji isnât the only one on the run right now. There was another guy with salmon-colored hair and tattoos. The other figure, now wearing a black tank tee and ripped black jeans, came from behind Toji. Your stomach drops to the floor when your eyes land on the prominent black tattoo on his nose â now seeing that he has way more on his face, shoulders, arms, and wrists. The scene from the diner replays until your brain canât keep up. It was him, no doubt about it.
âWell, well. Did the sleeping beauty finally get their rest?â Sukuna RyĹmen, looks just as [if not more] dangerous as Toji. He stuffs his hand into the back of his jeans pocket. âListen here, Iâll be asking you some questions, and I expect nothing but honest answers. Got that?âÂ
You donât know what possessed you to ask the question. You being scared shitless right now shouldâve prevented you from doing so. And yet, you ask, âAnd if I donât?â
It happened way too fast; your eyes couldnât even process it happening. But one moment, the salmon-haired criminal was standing in front of you beside Toji. The next, you feel someone crouched behind you with the cold feeling of something barely piercing your skin. Your eyes widen, and you donât dare move a single hair. Toji shakes his head at you, the smirk on his face still present. Now you can guess who had fun cutting up your PJs.
âI donât think you wanna know the answer to that question.â He says it so close to your ear that you couldâve nearly fainted. Sukuna then moves the knife to scrape the side of your neck. âAnd donât you ever think youâre in a position to ask me questions. Use that college brain of yours, brat.âÂ
You gulp â a risky move when you have a sharp object to your neck â and nod. Satisfied, the pink-haired man removes the knife from your proximity and stands right up. âAt least you follow things quickly.â He says while walking back to where he stood prior. âNow, question one: do you know a kid named Kento Nanami?âÂ
The mention of your boyfriendâs name hits you like whiplash. Kento? What do they want with him!?
ââŚYes, I do.â
âGood. Next question,â You chew the inside of your lip before he asks you the following. âWhere does he live?â
Your body almost shuts down when he says the final word. No. No, no, no! Absolutely not! âI canât tell you that.â
âTch, just when you were doinâ so good.â Sukuna sucks his teeth. âAnd why the hell not?â
âBecause I donât want you hurting him.â
He barks a laugh. âYou donât even know what weâll do to him! Damn, talk about a loyal dog.âÂ
The insult sparked a flame in you. It was a small one, but a flame nonetheless. âWhy the hell do you want to know anyway? Itâs not like he knows you anyâHrckk!â
âWhat the hell did I say about you asking questions, huh.â A hurried hand meets your throat, black nails digging into your skin as his grip gets unbearably tight. You attempt to keep a stern face despite choking for some air, but youâd be lying that the pain wasnât getting to your head.
âAlright, Kuna, let âem go.â You almost forgot about Toji sitting on the chair until he spoke up. With a displeased click of the tongue, Sukuna releases you and throws you to the cold, hard floor. âFor your information, princess, that kid does know us.â
Youâre coughing up a storm, but you still listen. Your eyes are watery, and your throat pulses. âHicâŚAck, whatâWhat are you talking about?â
Toji continues. âThat little friend of yârs is the reason why we were behind bars for three years. Fuckinâ kid saw us break into a house in his neighborhood and called the cops on us. For the longest time, weâve thought about getting out of those damn cells and coming back to rip that lilâ fucker limb from limb. Maybe ransack his whole home and then some.âÂ
âAnd now that we are out here,â Sukuna chimes in. âWe plan on doing just that. We were sitting right behind you at the diner and heard the brown-haired chick say his name, meaning he had to be around this county. And when he heard that fucking square had a little girlfriend, who better to introduce ourselves and point us the way than you.âÂ
So much information hits you all at once that youâre not given enough time to process it properly. Nanami called the cops on these guys? Where was that piece of information on the phone call!!? Three years ago, it mustâve happened before the start of freshman year. And then thereâs the matter of these murders trying to kill him â the love of your life!Â
You immediately try to weigh your options: you could give them a fake address, but that would lead them back to you and have you killed instead. And Nanami doesnât live at home right now; heâs on campus with you and everyone else. So, sharing these two his home address will just have his family killed in his place! Oh, you wouldnât handle that guilt; you just couldnât!!
âSo, whatâll it be, little girl?â Tojiâs voice snaps you from your rampant thoughts. âYou can be a cute girlfriend and be loyal, and weâll just kill you right here, right now. Or, you give us an address, weâll put you back to sleep, and youâll never see from us ever again.âÂ
Those two options were far from what you wanted to do. You would never want to jeopardize your poor boyfriendâs life and those around him for being a model citizen, especially for these assholes! There had to be a way, something you could do!
âPlease, donât hurt him!â The ropes on your hands and feet have you shuffle to look at the two men from the dirty ground. âHe didnât do anything wrong. Please just spare him!â
âNo-can-do, brat.â Sukuna comes down to your level once more, yanking your shirt â or whateverâs left of it, your bra practically out for the whole world to see â to lift your upper body. âNothing to ease a vengeful spirit than taking care of the problem, right? So do us a favor, will ya.âÂ
Tears are fighting your control to fall, your body trembling. Youâre scared, so so frightened. But most of all, youâll do what you can to make sure your âgolden boyâ stands tall for you. âPlease, Iâll do anything! Anything you want, Iâll do it! So, please!!âÂ
Sukuna opens his mouth to bite back, but no words come out. Actually, his expression resorts back to a neutral tone. He then turns to Toji, who looks at him with a quirked brow. Thereâs nothing but silence between the two, a silent conversation between the two killers that you have no choice but to stay quiet for. And you jerk when the two focus back on you. Sukuna then finally says something.
âAnything, huh?â Itâs the worst when he sneers at you. Such a devious man.Â
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âTch. Fucking brat.â Sukuna sucks his teeth before he snatches your chin with a rough vigor, forcing your teary eyes to face him. And it doesnât help that you now have a gun pointed at your temple. âThis is your warning. You better do this right, or youâll be the first to get a gift with your boyfriendâs head all minced up. Now, use that mouth. Properly.â
Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think youâd end up here. You stood on your knees and hands on the concrete floor, your mouth occupied with Sukunaâs cock, propelling your face to and fro to meet the base. Why the handgun to your head? According to the salmon-haired man, he said: âTry to fight, run, or bite our dicks off, then this whole mag is getting emptied.â So, youâre literally giving the fellatio of your life. And judging by the grunts coming from Sukuna, it seems youâre doing a decent job keeping him going.Â
As for the other one, Toji, his hands grabbing onto your asscheeks from beneath should answer that. âCâmon, baby, sit on my face. I donât biteâŚâ you can tell he has the biggest grin on his face saying that, has you hesitant to follow orders. Regardless, you gently sway your ass down to sit on his face. But impatience gets the best of him before he pulls you down himself, his nose abruptly hitting your clitoris. You jolt despite his hands keeping you on him, forced to feel his tongue and mouth indulging on your wet folds.
So there you sit, bare and nude, for the men to use you as they see fit. Whatever piece of your clothes were torn off you to be fully exposed for them. This is what you choose to do for the sake of your boyfriend: giving yourself off for the night.Â
Oh, if Shoko could see you now. Sucking off one of the exact murderers you two were talking about at the diner while the other eats you out? You know youâll never hear the end of it from her if â by some miracle â she finds out! And youâll hold onto that miracle for as long as you can.Â
ââŚFuuuck, hnngh! Itâs been a minute since I had my dick on something tight,â Sukuna comments while putting his free hand on your head. His thrusts increase to have your tongue bathe the underside of his dick, and he sighs at you choking when the tip suddenly hits your uvula. âHeh, thatâs right. Keep those tears coming, petâŚYou seem to be enjoying yourself there, Fushiguro. This broad taste that fucking goodâOhhh shit, fucking shitâŚâ
You can feel Tojiâs lips curve into a smile from down under, he gives your labia and clit a slow and antagonizing lick before responding to his partner in crime. âMmmm, man. Itâs been a while since I had to do this. Crazy how this princess got with a square like that kid. Wonder if he makes âem feel good like this.â And then he returns to your clit to give it a harsh suck.Â
Your body continues to be used like a toy. Your jaw loosens to oblige Sukunaâs girth thatâs currently hitting the back of your throat every time your lips meet the pubes of his pelvis. His ruts dial-up, and you ball your fists with the constant oral abuse on your face. Drool runs down your chin with every shove of his length, practically choking you with his dick. And the commotion between your leaking vulva and Toji doesnât go unnoticed either; motherfukerâs tongue is relentless, making sure every crevice and part of your pussy is familiar with him. And the sounds of him slurping your essence are so lewd, so erotic for your ears that you think theyâre bound to explode on you.Â
ââAhhh, damn, Iâm gonna cum,â Oh, God. Your eyes open to look at Sukunaâs expression, nothing but pure enjoyment looking at your pitiful look. âYouâre cute looking all pathetic taking my cock like this, whoreâMmmph!! Shiiiit, keep your head like that.â He grabs your head as his thrusts speed up to an irregular pace, your throat and face becoming numb. Your whimpers are muffled, and tears streak down your cheeks. His groans of pleasure fill the room, and before you know it, his load is released down to the depths of your throat. Youâre stuck taking it, mewling on the shaft still in your mouth until heâs finished.Â
He removes you when he is, his cock slathered in your saliva and still rock hard. You gawk at it, amazed that you could fit it in your mouth. And you hate to admit this, but it has you wondering what Tojiâs is like.Â
Speaking of, with a foggy mind, you peer down to see Toji finally done eating your cunt out. âYa taste good, you know that.â He licks his lips provocately with a smile. You open your mouth to say something, but he cuts you off. âYou ready frâ me now?â He cocks his chin up, and you turn to see what heâs talking about, only to be met with the pinkish-red tip of his sprung erect cock. If you didnât think youâd be able to have Sukunaâs in your mouth, youâre going to need a dietyâs grace to see what you can do with Tojiâs. âHeh, think Iâm too big frâ you? How the hell is Kento handling a piece like you?â
âSâShut up, stop bringing him up!â You shout at him, tired of being reminded of the love of your life whom youâre betraying right now. All for his sake, but stillâŚ
He chuckles at your reaction. âLittle girl got spark, huh. Fine then, be a doll and put it in yourself.âÂ
Cold sweat slides from your brow. Me? Iâve gotta put that shit in on my own!? But you have to. You know you do. So, with anxiousness pooling in your stomach, you bring your ass up and use your hand to align his cock to your wet cunt.Â
It takes a lot of mental motivation for you to continue, but slowly and surely, you push the folds of your cunt onto his glans. The pain you experience makes it excruciating to bear, but with steady breaths, you push the tip in with every exhale. And when it finally enters your vulva, a gasp erupts from your puffy lips and a hiss from the man with the scarred lip. âMmmm, slow down, baby, slow it downâŚâ That was probably the only words heâs ever said that you could trust, so you anchor your ass down, taking in every inch of his length with his hands guiding your ass down. When you reach the base, you give yourself a few seconds to adjust to his girth within your velvety walls. âFuck, ya feel so nice and tight, princess.â
âIs that so?â Sukuna walks from behind. âCanât wait for me to have a go.â You couldnât even comprehend the meaning of that sentence because the salmon-haired one kicked your back. You are now mounted on Toji completely, the two of you facing each other while Sukuna crouches behind your ass. âGet ready, Iâm putting it in.â
âHuh?â Wait, both at the same time!? âHoâHold on, Iâve never done it in my ass befââ
âDoesnât sound like a problem to me; guess Iâll be the first then,â he shuts down your argument and then bends down to use his fingers and spit to ease your asshole. It feels so gross and repulsive that you could puke right now. Not that it would matter to Sukuna because heâs already set on doing it â his fore and middle finger pushing in and out of your anus. When he feels youâve loosened up, heâll remove his digits and substitute them with his cock.Â
And he doesnât warn you either, fucking bastard; he nudges his dick in his own countdown with no regard to how youâre feeling. Gripping onto the raven-haired manâs black shirt, Sukunaâs cock puts you through pain worth traumatizing, evoking screams that scratch your throat until he gets the whole thing in your ass. Nanami would never put you through this much pain. Never!
âAww, yâre making the pretty girl cry,â Toji teases condescendingly, chuckling at the sight of you burying your head in his chest to shield the embarrassment.Â
Sukuna hums while grinding his hips to your ass, a tiny bit of blood painting his shaft. âHmph, good, makes my enjoyment worthwhile. Now,â you shriek with the sudden snap of his hips to your ass. âLetâs get this show started.â
When Sukuna moves, Toji follows right after, and youâre left to fend for yourself in this unsteady tempo from both your holes. You start seeing stars from the unusual stimulation, and your mind and vision become so blurry that it hurts to think. Hell, it hurts to try and concentrate on one dick at a time! One is currently scraping the wells of your walls in a way that your slit clenches around him, while the other churns your insides from the back that almost takes your breath away. More drool and tears seep into the black shirt you use to disguise yourself from them. This shit is already humiliating as is!
âCâmon now, baby. Show me that pretty face of yârs.â Of course, Toji uses one hand to nudge your head to look at him. Your face is such a wet and hot mess, the sweat on your body making you sticky. The attempt to make sentences is beyond you, relying on moans and choked sobs to express your disorganized emotions. âThere ya are. Good fuckinâ girl.â
Toji then takes your plump lips with his, his hand snaking to the back of your head to deepen the kiss. It was one thing letting them use your cunt and ass as they see fit; now, they dare to kiss you in a time like this. Oh, this is the absolute worst! How can you speak to Nanami ever again after this!? These lips are now sullied by the lips and cock of other men. You canât ever go back and say that you were his, and itâs because of these assholes!!
âŚAnd whatâs worse, you were starting to find enjoyment in what you were doing, sinking into Tojiâs kiss and moaning into his scarred lips.
âHaahhâŚMmmphâŚDamn, this slut is so fucking tight.â Sukuna watches your back glisten in the light while your ass quaked under his unstable momentum. He sneers before slapping your asscheek, resulting in a rushed moan and a twitch from your pussy. Toji breaks the kiss. âHey, keep doing that. Think they like it.âÂ
With devilish glee, the tattooed other doesnât hold back. He gives you another smack to the ass, and more loud purrs and shrieks fill the space between you three. Fast ruts to your soaping slit and ass coincide with the strikes to your butt, catching you off guard and leaving a stinging sensation every time.Â
Itâs apparent now that your hips start to move on their own, riding out your own high while preparing for your orgasm thatâs climbing up. And the raven-haired man notices as he puts your hand on your aching buttcheeks. âGoin somewhere, dollface?âÂ
Oh, for fuckâs sake, let me come already!! ââAhhnn, ooohhhh!! Iâm about to cummmâIâm gonna breakâEeyahhh!!!
âThat so?â You want to wipe that smirk off his stupid, dumb, handsome face. âThen go ahead and get dirty, princess. Ring us up.â
Your arousal staggers up when both of their thrusts fall into a unity, the tender spots of your gummy walls from your ass and cunt being hit and abused prompt more ecstatic moans and your head pounding with every jab. Almost there, almost! Please, please, I want it!! And you are finally given what you want; your release crashes into you in a hard swoop, the shocks crawling up your body while your holes contract around both menâs cocks. Your brain falls into an erotic trance; you only care about the euphoric sensations tingling around your body. Dizziness overtakes you, and your head descends back on Tojiâs chest.
âHmph, you really a pathetic pet.â Sukuna grinds his pelvis into your sensitive ass. The aftershocks from your release still make your body react to their movements. âChasing for your own orgasm, huh. We outta fuck that selfishness right out of you, damn bratâŚâ
You donât say anything â more like you donât have the energy to. Your ass and chasm are too stuffed to keep your mind active, and your eyelids feel too heavy to keep up. It probably was from all that crying and screaming. All you want to do is go back to sleep in your bed at your cozy apartment. But that must be asking for too much. Just please end this nightmareâŚ
KentyâŚPlease forgive me, Iâm so sorryâŚ.
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You canât remember how sleep found you that night. But your eyes open to the ray of sunshine that peaks through the binds of your bedroom. Wait, my bedroom!?
You shoot up from your bed, the soft comforter and sheets peeling off your skin, and the cool air from the air conditioning welcomes you back to your personal space. Everything untouched, everything where itâs supposed to be â where youâre supposed to be.
A deep breath is the first thing you do when you wake up, following a long exhale. Was I dreaming? You wouldâve accepted that delusion had you not looked down to realize that your figure was covered with one of your oversized shirts, remembering that your old pajamas were cut and torn up. Flashes of last night return to haunt you, and shivers travel down your spine from realizing what transpired at those ungodly hours. You quickly check your sheets for any stains â Thank God, none. Funny how a pair of serial killing assholes have the decency to clean up your body.Â
And then a sudden feeling of dread crawls up after hearing your phone vibrating on your nightstand. You hurry to check the screen to find out it was a text message from Nanami. Itâs a Saturday, 9 a.m. Heâd usually be sleeping in until noon. Curious, you unlock your phone to check what your boyfriend is texting you about.
Recent Message from: ⥠my bby nanamiii âĄ
Hey, Y/n. Hope you slept well and everythingâs okay. Iâm coming from Getoâs place after picking up Haibara, who is going through the worst hangover right now. He said he wants to see you and that you make the best meals for his hangovers. I donât want to intrude if youâre not up for guests, so please tell me so I can take him somewhere else. But otherwise, weâll be there at around 30-45 mins. Letâs just relax this weekend, okay?
Reading the text as you fall in love with him all over again. After what youâve gone through, knowing that heâs safe and sound from any trouble, all you want right now is to be around him and hold him close. To be with him and forget about everything thatâs happened.Â
You send a heartwarming reply saying youâll be waiting for the two of them. Then, you remove yourself from the bed and stretch out your fatigued muscles. Ugh, I should probably shower before Nananmi gets hereâŚ
However, before you lift your shirt and head for the bathroom, you notice a glass of water and a bag full of pills. HuhâŚI definitely didnât have that there when I went to sleep before I was taken. And next to the glass was a folded piece of paper. Curiosity got the best of you this morning as you picked up the material to read its contents.Â
And this is where you knew your life was changing, for better or worse. Your legs give out, making you fall to your knees with a shaky breath, the hairs of your body standing, and your heart on the verge of leaping out of your mouth. What you read crushed your whole being, leaving you cold in this world â worse than the autumn breeze.
Yo, thanks for the great time last night. Keep that up, and your pretty boytoy will keep standing. Hereâs water and birth control, and keep that bag safe. Wouldnât wanna end up losing it for the next time we fuck you dumb. See ya later, pet.
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You know, I'm discovering that half the appeal of jegulus for me is that it forces rosekiller and james to interact in a non-antagonistic way. And that dynamic is soooo fun. I need more. Like. Just some highlights for ya'll:
Evan: Great. You don't want Regulus to die. We don't want Regulus to die. Now we just have to make sure REGULUS doesn't want Regulus to die.
James: Fantastic, but have you met Regulus?
Barty, kicking down James door: POTTER!
James: What the HELL are you doing in here? Scratch that HOW the hell did you get in here?
Barty: Regulus told me, now WHERE ARE YOU GETTING YOUR BOOZE?
Regulus: James. You know how you said you'd do anything for me? Well. . .how much did you mean that?
James: With my whole heart. Anything. What do you need?
Regulus: Evan?
Evan: We need you to find Barty. He went into one of his fits of exam-stress-induced madness and he's been missing for three days.
James, suspicious that Reg blabbed about the map: Okay, why do you think I'd know where he is?
Evan: Because when you and Regulus were in your painful pining phase you were somehow able to avoid us AND stalk him everywhere. I don't know how you know where everyone is all the time, I just know you're doing it somehow. If you can't find him, I'll have to assume he finally made good on his threat to fling himself into the lake.
James: Is? Is this a recurring problem for you?
Evan: OH, and you've NEVER lost track of YOUR boyfriend OR your best friend because they were spiralling and have a complex from their shitty upbringing?
James: . . . Point taken. Give me 5 minutes.
Evan: *grabs James in the hallway and slams him against a wall*
Barty: Alright Potter, start talking!
James: Dammit you two! You know you can just ASK Regulus how it went after we go on a date, right? He'd probably be thrilled to tell you! Don't you two keep complaining about how much he won't shut up about me?
Evan: EXACTLY. If we encourage him, then we'll REALLY never hear the end of it. Now, did you do the thing we told you about?
James: the praise thing? Yeah, he reacted really well. Which you'd know if you ASKED REGULUS!
Barty: See, what did I tell you? He loves it! See you same time next week Potter!
James, yelling after them as they leave: I STILL WANNA KNOW HOW YOU FOUND OUT ABOUT THAT BY THE WAY!
Evan: NO YOU DON'T!
Idk, I'm a sucker for not quite friends James and Rosekiller. I need more.
#marauders#james potter#barty crouch jr#barty crouch junior#evan rosier#regulus black#jegulus#rosekiller#marauders era
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â WHEN YOU HAVE SEX WITH YOUR PROFESSOR â NANAMI, TOJI, GETO, GOJO.
summary: you have sex with your professor. for many different reasons.
wc: 4.2k (each of these were meant to be 500 words long so idk what happened)
cw: smutty smut afab!reader who's in university, mutual masturbation, spanking, semi public sex, toji is not a professor but a gym coach who rails you in a supply closet, but theres a lot of sex on a lot of desks so mdni.
an: theres actually a smidge of plot in this just a tiny bit if you do a deep squint, but the smut id personally say is my best yet. so give it a chance people, but come for the smut stay for the dialogue. hope you enjoy! not proofread ignore mistakes pls
â NANAMI
nanami kento, was the strictest teacher you have ever had. you couldnât get away with your usual tricks that you did with some of your other professors â strutting past their office during office hours in your skimpiest clothes to get a better grade. it was as if nanami was immune to all your devices.
but with a big exam coming up, you knew you had to make something happen since studying was not your forte. so you were prepared to do anything to get that A.
âcome in," his deep voice calls from inside.
as you enter his office, you are met with the sight of your professor, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, reviewing a stack of papers. he glances up at you briefly before returning his attention to his work.
"what can I help you with?" he ask, his tone professional.
âi wanted to see if we could talk about the exam you set for us tomorrow,â you start to say, his eyes still focused on his papers, not sparing you a glance. âi was thinking we could figure out a way for me to get extra credit⌠sir.âÂ
you had his attention now. technically youâve always had his attention â yes nanami was different to all the other professors youâve ever had but that doesnât mean he wasnât a man at the end of the day.Â
he always noticed the way youâd sit in his classroom, your pouty mouth always gnawing at your pencil as you never had a clue what was going on. nanami always had to hide his dick feeling tight in his trousers whenever you walk into his classroom. little did you know that you actually wouldâve failed his class a long time ago, but because he just couldnât let go of the sight of how your pretty tits bounce everytime you raise your hand, he always made you pass.Â
âwell what are you willing to do for that extra credit?â he says, his tone slightly amused.
âwhatever you wantâ you respond a bit too eagerly, you were coming onto him hard. but it was working, you could already see the crack in his usual stoic facade. âcâmon professor nanami, i need to pass this class,â you practically beg.Â
âoh yeah, you definitely need to pass this exam, youâre one more failed exam to flunking my whole class,â he affirms â lying through his teeth. âso i think you should come sit up here, and show me what youâre willing to do huh.â
suddenly, you start to feel nervous. usually youâd have control of the situation, youâd flaunt your ass, fuck your teacher and get an A, easily. but this time, you could see in nanamiâs eyes that from when you entered his office â that he was running the show.
you saunter over his desk, and he pushes his seat back allowing you to have room to perch on his desk in front of him. âtake off your shirt,â he commands, and youâre quick to fling off your top â that was barely covering anything anyways, âwow no bra, why am i not surprised.â he stares at your hardened nipples smirking as he continues to say, âyou know i see your nipples peeking at me through your shit all the time in class.â
âreally?â you question coyly.
âyou donât think i see how you practically fuck yourself in your seat when iâm doing a reading,â he continues, his arms folding as if he was telling you off, âa bit disrespectful, right?â
âno i-itâs just i really like the sound of your voice,â you stammer, embarrassed at him calling you out. you couldnât deny that your professor was hot, everybody thought so and you hated school the only thing that got you through your classes was your day dreams of him fucking you.
âoh really, well i wanna see you get off to it for real this time.â
âwhaââ
âtouch yourself,â he demands with a grin, âfuck yourself on your fingers, put on a show for me,â he loosens his tie, and unbuttons his cuffs, ready to watch you perform for him, âand if you do well, then we could talk about your extra credit.â
you take off your pants, your hands moving directly to your throbbing pussy â since of course you had no panties on. you press your thumb down on your clit as your fingers work their way into your cunt. you were already soaked, just from hearing your professor speak to you, so it was easy to slide your digits in and out of you.Â
nanamiâs grin grows wider, loving the way your work your pussy, âyou not gonna play with your tits?â and you take his hint, your other hand sliding up to cup one of your boobs, your fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples. âgood girl,â he praises.
you add another finger inside of you, writhing down hard on his desk against your digits. you quicken your pace, rubbing your thumb vigorously against your clit. his gaze on you served as an encouragement, your ultimate goal was shifted, at this point you didnât care whether he passed or failed you â you just wanted to put on a good show for him.
âyou gonna cum for me?â he taunts, the sound of your pussy squelching around your fingers as you drive them in is like music to his ears. you barely even noticed him fisting his dick, stroking it hard â matching the pace of your fingers hammers your cunt. âyou gonna make a big mess for me all over my desk?â
âprofessor i-â you whine, wanting more than just your own fingers inside of you, âplease i needââ
âprofessor? what was it that you called me earlier?â he teases, âremind me of that and then maybe iâll give you what youâre begging for.â
âs-sir please,â you sputter, barely being able to string a sentence together. you could feel you were about to cum hard. your fingers were still drilling into your pussy, and your hands were still suctioned on your tit and nanami's dick was taunting you. âi need you.â
âyou need me hmm?â he mocks, his eyebrow tilting as he stares at your fucked out face.
âyeah p-please i need your dick,â you beg, your pussy was gushing all over your fingers, as your strokes got sloppier, âi need you i-in me.â
âoh really?â he asks with a smirk, a slight chuckle as you nod eagerly, âwell too bad.â
âwhaââ
âyou really thought iâd put my dick in a slutty student thatâs not even smart enough to even pass my class?â he lectures, he tuts his teeth, shaking his head, ânow finish off for me and leave office hours end in a few minutes.â
âf-fuck,â you moan out, you could barely even process his words, too busy focused on cumming all over your fingers to think about how he just denied you of what you really wanted, your hand falls off your tit, your head jerking back as your release over his desk. heâs quick to cum too, biting down on his fist to surpress the loud moan threatening to come out
âyou really made a mess for me huh,â he observes, swiping his fingers across the pool of cum you left on his desk and bringing it into his mouth, âsweet.â you were at a loss for words, you were just coached through one of the best orgasms you ever had from your professor â and he didnât even touch you â yet you still donât know whether heâs gonna pass you or not.
âso about that examâŚ?â you voice trails, as you put back on your shirt, hopping of his desk.
âiâll think about it, sit the exam first and iâll see what i can do,â his voice turns serious, and he nods his head in the direction for you to leave indicating for you to get up out of his office. but just before you're about to leave the room he calls out to you, âoi.â
âthanks for the live show.âÂ
â TOJIÂ
âwhy do we always have to fuck in such awkward spaces,â you complain nearly tripping on a basketball as toji holds you upright.
âyou know you love it baby,â he smirks, pressing a kiss to your cheek, thrusting up into you further.Â
you were in the gym supply closet, having your weekly sex with your university's gym teacher. you donât even know how your little routine came about but once he started to hammer into you every friday after basketball practice, youâve never missed a meet up.
âdonât call me that,â you groan out at the use of his pet name.
âwhy not?â he grumbles, cupping your tits with his hands as he stands behind you, âarenât you students sâpposed to listen to your teachers and all that.â
you take a sharp inhale as his large hands smother your boobs, his thick things toy with your nipples, âbut y-you arenât a real teacher, in case you forgot.â
âam too,â he mutters like a child.
âa-are not,â you spit back just as childishly.
âam, too,â he persists, thrusting into you hard. pushing you down by your nape, forcing your hands to grip onto some random gym apparatus. he uses his foot to spread your legs apart wider so he can fit right behind you. fucking into you with something to prove.
âyou teach gym to a bunch of brain dead j-jocks, wouldnât say that classifies as being an actual professor toji.â you continue riling him up, biting your lip as his hammers into you harder. âyouâre more like a glorified personal trainer than a teacher.â
he drives into you deeper, âoh and your just an uppity bitch, who still ended up fucking this âpersonal teacher,â in a gym closet,â his mouth moves close to your ear, as he whispers, âso what does that say about you baby?â he presses a kiss underneath your ear lobe, before lightly sucking on it.
his words go straight to your core, him calling you an âuppity bitchâ had the exact effect he intended them to have â you throwing your ass on his dick, fucking him back as hard as he was fucking you.Â
he sends a smack to your ass, biting his lip as it ripples at the contact of his palm. his slaps were merciless, having you scream out every time he hits your cheek. âhowâs this for a glorified personal trainer huh?â he coos in your ear, feeling dignified as you rut against him more feigning for more of his dick in your throbbing pussy.Â
âah you f-fill me up s-so so good,â you mewl out, as his dick pumps in and out of you stuffing you with every thrust. his mouth latches onto the nape of your neck, sucking on it as he ploughs into you deeper, hitting your spot with pinpoint accuracy.
âi know i do baby, i always stuff you good donât i?â he groans out, your pussy was a vice grip on his dick, had him suppressing his moans whenever you clenched around him, âdonât know why you fuck around with these lame ass boys in your classes, they canât fuck you like i do. do they?â
âwellâŚâ you voice trails in a teasing tone.
âdont f-fucking play with me,â he sputters, feeling himself about to bust all inside of you, âiâm the only one you fucking right,â when he doesnât hear an immediate answer, he shoves himself into you his hips pushing right against your ass, âright?â
ây-yes fuck, right,â you sigh rolling your eyes at his act of possessiveness â ignoring how you pussy got even wetter at his words. âyouâre the b-best i ever had, toji.â
âyouâre damn right i am,â he scoffs out giving your ass one final slap as he says, âyou going finish all over my dick, câmon baby coat my dick with your sweet sweet,â and you do just that. you cum with a cry, releasing all over toji, as he shoots into you a loud groan leaving his mouth.
âaww i forgot how loud you get for me,â you tease him as he pulls out of you, turning to look at him with a grin, which he huffs out, âanyways what did i tell you about cumming in me, i'm not one of those cheerleaders you run around with,â you fuss swatting at his chest.
âyeah you arenât one of the cheerleaders i run around with,â he repeats, âhence why i can cum in you, you know youâre my favourite fuck out of all my studentsâ
âugh youâre so gross.â
âyou say that with my cum running down your legs,â he says, giving you a pointed look, his eyes staring down at your thighs, âi do have another hour till my next class i gotta teach, so i could clean it up for you?â he offers, already going down to his knees, knowing that was a suggestion you would not deny.
âif you insist.â
he starts to suck against your thighs as you lean against the wall, sandwiched between a goal post and a hockey stick, but just before his lips latch onto your pussy, he looks up to you with a pout, âdo you really think gym coaches arenât teachers?â
âoh shut up toji,â you mutter, pushing his head to your cunt.
â GETO
you storm into your professors office, pissed off. professor geto was the worst teacher youâve ever had. he was cocky, arrogant and most of the time he didnât have a clue what he was teaching.Â
âah miss know it all,â he muses, his personal nickname he created for you during his first semester of being your professor, âto what do i owe the pleasure this time.â you were no stranger to getoâs office, you were practically the only student that actually used his office hours. geto didnât mind it though. the unplanned visits, your impoliteness â he was amused by it.Â
âcould you explain why you gave me a B, on my last paper?â you interrogate, waving said essay in his face furiously, âwhen we both know that this is easily worth an A.â
âi just think you could do better,â he shrugs nonchalantly, âi just think you havenât harnessed your true potential, thatâs all.â geto knew you were smart, the smartest person heâs ever taught. he just needed to get you in his office. and he knew a below average grade on an essay, that didnât even matter, was the way to do that.
âand what do you know about potential?â you mutter, more to yourself than anything, âi donât even know how you managed to get this job.â
he rolls his eyes at your comments, âdo you really want this A?âÂ
"of course i want the stupid A," you reply, your tone determined. "i've put in the effort, and i've met all the requirements for this paper. there's no reason for you to give me a B except for your own personal bias against me."
âpersonal bias? some may argue that youâre actually my favourite?â geto leans back in his chair, a sly grin on his face. "but alright, then. here's the deal," he says, folding his arms. "if you can convince me right now, in this very moment, that you deserve an A for this paper, i'll change your grade. but you'll have to persuade me.â
âpersuade you?â you retort, âwhat you want me to do a powerpoint presentation or somethingâŚ?âÂ
he chuckles, shaking his head at your naivety, for someone so smart you somehow lack social awareness, âno i wanna see if you taste as good as you look.â
âyou meanâŚâ your voice trails, finally catching on to what he was getting at.
âcome lay down on my desk,â he says casually as if this was a usual ordeal between the two of you. he could see you hesitating, âyou do want that A right?âÂ
your feet were stuck in the ground, you never wanted to be one of those girls â ones that had to fuck a teacher just to get through university. but, regardless of your below A grade, you were more curious about what it would actually be like. especially with a professor that looked like geto.Â
you lay down on his desk, nervous, you could feel his breath on your stomach as he slides down your jeans. he was kneeling down, his face at the same level as your pussy. he toys with your underwear, pulling at it and snapping it against your skin, giving you a smile of approval in your choice of panties. but just before he pulls them off you he asks, âyou sure you want to do it smarty? you can run back to your dorm if you want?â
âanything to get the A,â you grit out, basically lying, since getting your grade improved was the last thing on your mind as he pulls off your underwear.Â
he takes his hair â that was usually tied up in bun â down, releasing his long hair, âjust in case you need something to pull on,â he smirks.
his fingers slide across your wet slit, spreading your lips. he presses a kiss on your clit, slightly nibbling on it before working his mouth down to your pussy. you gasp at the contact as he latches his mouth on you, his tongue darting into your cunt at a quick pace.Â
geto hums in satisfaction as you hands immediately go to grab his hair, pulling at it as his tongue gives you long strokes, lapping up all the juices already spilling out of you. âi didnât think my star student would be this needy, if only the class could see you now.â he taunts lifting his head up, âi guess they wouldnât be surprised though, your as hungry for my tongue as you are to answer questions in class,â he finishes with a chuckle pressing a kiss to your thigh.
but youâre quick to silence him, clenching your thighs against his head, âs-shut up,â you whine, thrusting your hips up in his face to meet his tongue. your head was swirling, you could barely remember how you ended up on your professors desk in the first place. but all you were focused on was clawing your fingers through his scalp as he slurps and sucks on your pussy.
âoh m-my god,â you murmur, soaking his face. he could tell by the way you pushing his face deeper into your cunt, his nose forced into your arousal that you were close.
âready to let me taste youâ he asks, his voice sending vibrations over your pussy, âwanna taste you so fucking bad.â
âfuck d-didnât think itâll be this g-good,â you whine out. he brings his thumb to you clit rubbing it as fast as he could taking you over the edge. you moan out, practically squealing, as you squirt all over his face. he smirks, trying to get as much as it as he can.
âi didnât know my star student could squirt,â he teases, his mouth glistening with evidence of you, âor should i call you my star squirter.â
âhaha, very funnyâŚâ you deadpan, becoming slightly shy at seeing him lick his lips wiping the last remains of you off of him.
âi guess my theory was right,â he concludes.
âwhat theory?â you ask, puzzled, forgetting the whole reason you let him eat you out in the first place.
âyou do taste as good as you look,â he comments with a pleased grin, already reminiscing about you squirting all over his face.
âso about my A?â you ask pulling up your jeans, and collecting your things.
âyeah iâll expect your rewrite on my desk by friday,â he shrugs, going back to his nonchalant persona.
ârewrite? did you not promise me an A if i can âpersuade you,â at how badly i want it?â you question, going back to your original state of being pissed off, âdid i not persuade you mr âyou do taste as good as you look.â this is so unfairâ
âask me if i care about fairness?â he smirks, a laugh leaving his lips as he watches you storm out of his office, âhey! you left your underwear,â he calls out behind you, his laugh growing as you say nothing, putting up your middle finger at him and slamming his door shut.
â GOJO
âdo you want to lose your job?â you chastise, âshut the fuck up.â
âbut i canât help it,â he purrs, nuzzling into your neck to suppress his non stop moans and whines that he was doing as he pushed his dick in you, âyour pussyâs just too good.â
you were leaning against the desk of your professor gojoâs lecture hall, your legs wrapped around his bag as he hoisted you up, grinding his body against yours as his dick drives in your pussy.Â
it was after hours, and gojo forgot to lock his classroom doors. as soon as your peers left the room he was quick to put his lips on yours, throwing all the stationary on his desk on the floor in the most dramatic fashion ever.Â
you donât know how you got entangled in a relationship with your teacher. since you didnât actually benefit from it, and he was needier and clingier than an actual student your age. but the mind blowing orgasms he gave you every now and again made you forget all of his âbad qualities.â
âcâmon donât tell me itâs not making you feel wetter,â he murmurs in between kisses, âthe idea of someone walking in on me fucking your pretty little pussy.â you ignore him, your arms tightening around his neck as you bounce on his dick. âtell me that doesnât make you hot,â he eases his dick out of you slightly, drawing both of your attention to his member already covered in your juices. his eyebrows raise when you look back at him as if heâs just proved his point.
âwhatever, i guess the idea of us getting caught isnât that bad,â you lie, knowing it was causing you to get better, âbut if we do get caught then it's your ass gojo.â
âaww youâre so thoughtful,â he coos, âyou really care about me and my job, will you miss me if i get fired?â
âwell iâll miss my on campus dick,â you mutter, scratching at his back, as he thrusts into you deeper, âbut iâll be able to replace you quickly i guess.â
âoh how you wound me,â he mocks, pulling you into a deep kiss, desperate to taste you. that was gojoâs favourite thing to do to you, of course your pussy was great, but your lips were his favourite thing. sometimes heâd even drag you out of the hallway into his office ânot a care in the world if anyone was aroundâ and pull you into his lap just shove his tongue into your mouth and fondle your tits.
for a lousy professor, gojo sure knew your body well. he knew every spot to hit, every place to kiss, every stroke to make and you loved it. the scratches you were giving him on his back, encouraging him to go deeper, stuffing you to the brim. âf-fuckk you take me so so well,â he moans in your ear, whining and grunting as you tighten your hold around him.Â
âiâm close,â he mutters, his pace slowing. he lowers you down so your back is laying on the desk and he swoops his mouth down to your tits. enveloping your left breast with his mouth, greedily suckling at it.Â
âwow already?â you taunt, âyouâve really lost your touch professor, when i was an undergrad we could go at it for days.â his mouth pauses, as he looks up at you with a pointed look that reads as âgirl really? as if you arenât close.â he wasnât wrong, from his deep long strokes in your pussy, and his tongue twisting on your nipples, you were ready to cum all over him.
âgojo shit,â you curse, your hand coming down to your clit, flicking at it fast to speed up your orgasm. but gojo slaps your hand away, almost offended that you would try to cum off of something other than his hands and mouth. he bites down on your nipple, punishingly and that sends you overboard. you let out a shriek as you cum all over his dick, your hand quickly coming over your mouth to suppress your whines.
âwhat happened to being quiet huh?â he mocks your warning from earlier, âdonât want to get caught, do we now?â but heâs quick to let out a deep moan, as he releases into you, spraying your walls with all your cum. he slumps over you, exhausted, and wanting to just feel you â gojo was always needy after sex.
after you both come down from your highs and clean up â thankful that nobody stumbled across you. gojo pulls you into his lap, dabbing kisses all over your neck, âso when you gonna let me take you out, outside the classroom?â
âyâknow thatâs not allowed right?â you remind him, looking at your professor as if heâs lost his mind, âwhat weâre doing now isnât allowed, but out in public is a no go, gojo.â
ânot allowed?â he retorts, as if itâs news to him, âi thought it was just heavily frowned upon?!â
an: sooo what did you think? which one was your favourite. me personal lame gym coach toji really did it for me. tagging my girl @jabamin mainly just for nanami. but yes ALSO IDK WHY I MADE THE READER DUMB IN THE NANAMI FIC, but I juxtaposed it by making you super smart in the geto fic so it balances it out. anyways lmk what you thought, thanks for reading!! DONT USE MY DIVIDERS
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ain't no love in oklahoma // op81 smau
description: twisters actress!reader x op81 but lando is convinced oscar is lying (from request)
a/n: sorry for being completely inactive. life happened and it didn't happen in a good way! i have a huge exam coming up soon so i will most likely still be inactive besides maybe a few short things here and there. anyways first oscar fic so enjoy! all pics found on pinterest, i don't own any
a/n pt2: might do something fun for each day in october but im not sure what so send me some ideas. also might do some more headcannons/blurbs soon here!
requests: closed but feel free to send me some messages since i love talking to you guys
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youruser: go see twisters!! if you donât, you suck and you better hope you donât get stuck in a tornado because thereâs useful information in our movie
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oscarpiastri: proud of you!!
âł youruser: đ§Ą
glenpowell: caption is so real of you
user1: doesnât yn have a boyfriend? why is she so close to glen?
âł user2: yes but probably because thereâs limited space. yn isnât like that
âł oscarpiastri: exactly what user2 said
landonorris: cute!
âł user3: what are you doing here??
âł user4: lando in the comments?
user5: such a good movie
user6: yn + glen = power duo
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oscarpiastri: proud boyfriend award goes to me đ thx for all the bts selfies
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landonorris: i just laughed out loud
landonorris: âboyfriendâ lmaooo
âł user7: i cant tell if heâs joking or serious
user8: cutest couple ever
glenpowell: aww so glad you remembered the time you took me to the aquarium, what a romantic!
âł youruser: get your own boyfriend capybara
âł user9: yn CLOCKED him
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landonorris: POLE BABYYYY!!! everyone ignore my teammates instagram posts, i have told him to stop. i think he took a hit to the head or something
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oscarpiastri: do you want to go to the farm or not?
âł landonorris: you already said i could go so no take backs
âł user10: lando is going to yn's farm??
âł user11: LANDO'S MEETING YN?!
âł user12: oh i know he's going to fangirl so hard
user13: get me someone who looks at me the way oscar looks at lando
âł user14: are we sure that they aren't the ones dating?
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youruser: back home finally! pic 1: yeehaw. pic 2: my cat cora had her babies!!! pic 3: dinner date :)
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user15: CORA HAD HER KITTIES
âł youruser: i am officially a grandma. i feel the gray hairs coming in now
user16: oscar and yn are endgame
oscarpiastri: the best company
âł landonorris: STOP, idk how you got her in on this joke either
âł user16: i can't tell if lando knows they are actually dating and is joking or if he truly does not believe oscar
user17: boyfriend is back on the feed!
âł user18: farmer yn is back on the feed!
glenpowell: miss you lady
âł youruser: you miss my animals more
âł glenpowell: and what about it.
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landonorris: OMG HE WASN'T LYING i got to feed so many animals, got to channel my inner cowboy, AND get drunk with the yn? i can die a happy man
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oscarpiastri: believe me now?
âł landonorris: never doubted you
âł user19: lando seriously didn't believe oscar lol
âł user20: i fully thought he was joking the entire time
user21: how hard did you fangirl to meet yn, lando?
âł landonorris: surprised i didn't pass out honestly. i facetimed GLEN POWELL
youruser: so glad you had a fun time!!
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oscarpiastri: everyone clear that this is my girlfriend?
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user22: sassy oscar
âł user23: channeling his inner lando
landonorris: yes sir đŤĄ
âł oscarpiastri: stop being weird ?
youruser: MY MANNNNN
âł user24: oh she's in deep
user25: there is one thing oscar doesn't play about in life: yn
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youruser: didn't even know there was confusion that this was my boyfriend lol
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landonorris: how was i meant to know?!
âł user26: literally how everyone else knew, instagram.
glenpowell: yn stop posting pics of me and my boyfriend and acting like he's yours
âł youruser: i dont like this joke.
âł oscarpiastri: bromance or whatever
âł user27: they're in a throuple
âł youruser: ew
âł glenpowell: disgusting
âł oscarpiastri: huhhh
user28: couple goals forever and ever
user29: if they don't get married... love isn't real
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brother's bsf! mattheo who you've had a crush on for years.
but he's only ever seen you as theo's little sister (or so he says).
it doesn't matter that you and theo are only a year apart. your older brother is extremely protective of you and so are the rest of his friends â especially mattheo.
you grew up around the boys, which was a blessing and a curse in and of itself. on one hand, you grew super close to mattheo, but on the other hand, he's seen you through your awkward braces and pigtails phase.
lately though, brother's bsf! mattheo starts to notice you. really notice you.
suddenly, you didn't seem so little to him anymore.
but over the years, your infatuation with your brother's best friend calmed to attraction instead. you've come to accept that while mattheo would always be your first crush, that's all it would really ever amount to. a harmless little childhood crush.
thanks to theo, you hadn't gotten much of a chance to date when you were younger, but now that you were starting uni with the rest of the boys, you were determined to push those silly little feelings for mattheo away and start putting yourself out there.
granted, you had a lot to learn given your sheltered upbringing.
boys had taken a liking to you. why wouldn't they? you're pretty, you're smart, and you're the perfect combination of sweet and sassy, but you were also extremely naĂŻve.
brother's bsf! mattheo had to protect you.
it was his responsibility.
theo trusted him to keep an eye on you. so he did.
ăťâĽăť brother's bsf! mattheo glares at any boy that dares to look at you.
ăťâĽăť brother's bsf! mattheo revs his motorcycle and comes in hot when he sees anyone talking to you, handing you the pink helmet he keeps on him at all times without a single word.
ăťâĽăť brother's bsf! mattheo gives you rides to your dorm and takes you out for ice cream after a particularly hard exam.
it's clear that mattheo has a soft spot for you. no matter how vehemently he denies it.
until the night that everything changed.
it was a chilly friday evening when you happily skipped out of your dorm building, eager to attend your first frat party.
the cute boy in your history class asked you to come with him and you immediately said yes despite not knowing what to expect. it seemed fun and exciting and a little bit dangerous.
as luck would have it, you ran into none other than mattheo on your way out. his sleek black motorcycle was parked on the curb, smoke wafting from his lips as he took a lazy drag of his cigarette. leaning against his bike, mattheo raised a brow as you strutted onto the sidewalk.
"where do you think you're going, nott?"
"to a party, matty."
"with who?"
"a friend."
mattheo narrows his eyes at you. "I know all your friends and they're busy tonight. so which friend is it?"
you sigh in frustration. "just a friend from class. god, you sound like theo right now."
"you're not going anywhere wearing that."
"what's wrong with my dress?"
you smoothed down the front of your red minidress self-consciously, shying away from mattheo's intense gaze. his chocolate brown eyes scanned your body, the heat of his stare dragging along your skin.
"for starters, that dress barely covers anything and knowing you, you'll be cold within the first few minutes."
"I'll be fine, mattheo. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself."
mattheo crosses his arms, huffing at your statement. "so you told theo where you're headed off to tonight?"
you shrugged. "what my brother doesn't know won't hurt him."
"yes, but he might hurt anyone stupid enough to ogle you in that dress. as will I. maybe I should tell him what his baby sister is up to. better yet, maybe I should come with you to this party, hm?"
"no please," you pleaded. "I just want one night where I'm not being treated like a little kid. can you give me that, matty? please?"
you flashed your best puppy dog eyes at him, knowing that he couldn't possibly resist when you asked so nicely.
mattheo considers it for a moment before sighing in defeat. "fine, princess. but text me when you get there and call me when you're home. don't even think about turning your location off or else I'll send a brigade after you."
"yes sir."
"good girl."
before brother's bsf! mattheo could think better of it, you kiss his cheek and promise to call him later that night.
brother's bsf! mattheo watches you strut away in your tight little dress with a soft smile on his face, fully knowing that you had him wrapped around your finger.
by the time you arrive at the party, it's in full swing. music is blaring, drinks are flowing, and the frat house is packed to the brim with people.
you send a quick text to mattheo to let him know you've arrived before spotting aiden.
clearly, your date was already a few drinks in. he greets you with a lingering hug before handing you a red cup. "cheers, y/n."
"cheers," you respond, clinking your cup against his and taking a generous swig. the liquor burns your throat and aiden chuckles as you try to hide your wincing.
still, it does the job.
you loosen up after a few sips. aiden introduces you to his friends and you smile politely, trying not to squirm out of his hold as he pulls you in by the waist.
it's fine, he's just keeping you close in such a packed crowd. he doesn't mean any harm by it.
at least that's what you told yourself.
until aiden tries to make a move on you in the middle of the dance floor. you already told him that you didn't want to dance, but he insisted.
you could smell the liquor on his breath as he grabbed your hips, moving them along to the rhythm of the song. you tried to put some distance between you, but aiden didn't seem deterred by it. in fact, his wandering hands slide down to your lower back until they're planted firmly on your ass. you attempted to pry them away, but he slurred "relax" into your ear before giving your ass a squeeze.
that was the tipping point for you.
with all your strength, you shoved aiden off while he cursed after you. the lights were blinding as you made your way through the crowd, fleeing to the bathroom.
you had brother's bsf! mattheo's number dialed before you even closed the door.
surprisingly, he picks up on the first ring.
"hi matty, are you â are you busy right now?"
"I'm with the boys. how'd the party go, princess?"
"um, I'm still here and I just really want to go home."
you hear shuffling on the other end. presumably mattheo finding somewhere more private to speak with you. "I thought your friend was your ride home?"
"well, aiden's drunk and he's been getting a little handsy the whole night so I don't really feel safe going home with him."
"what?" mattheo hisses. "you didn't tell me you were with a guy. I never would've let you go off alone with some random prick."
"please don't be mad, matty. I just wanted to have fun without worring about my brother hovering over my shoulder. don't tell theo, please. I'll â I'll figure it out. I'll find another ride."
"like hell you are! drop your location. the boys and I are coming."
"no, please. I don't want this to be a whole thing. if theo finds out, he'll never let me out of his sight again."
you could feel mattheo grappling with the situation. part of him wanted to tell his best mate, but all he truly cared about was getting to you as quickly as he could. after a few moments, he sighs. "fine, I won't tell your brother, but I'm still coming to get you. stay where you are, princess and don't hang up the phone. I'm on my way, okay?"
"you really don't have to â"
the argument dies in your throat when you hear the sound of mattheo's motorcycle starting up. he wasn't going to let you talk him out of this. mattheo was coming, whether you wanted him to or not.
"too late. be a good girl and stay on the line with me, sweetheart. I'm coming for you."
brother's bsf! mattheo pays no mind to the boys as they joke about him meeting up with a booty call.
the only thing that matters to him is getting to you.
brother's bsf! mattheo weaves through campus, revving and racing his motorcycle as fast as it can possibly go.
it's too noisy to talk while he rides, but he stays on the line anyways, listening through one earphone as you quietly hum to help calm yourself. mattheo smiles to himself. it's one of his favorite quirk of yours. half of the time, you don't even notice you're doing it. but he does. he notices everything about you.
mere minutes have passed since you first called him, but it feels like an eternity to mattheo when he finally pulls up to the decrepit frat house at the edge of campus.
mattheo parks his motorcycle on the curb, glaring at the prying eyes trained on him. it's not every day that the mattheo riddle, resident bad boy pulls up to a party looking like he's absolutely ready to kill someone with his bare hands.
he has half a mind to burst into the bloody house and pummel that stupid prick for daring to touch you, but the sight of you approaching stops him cold.
you look flustered and fearful, lower lip trembling as you spill out into the sidewalk. mattheo instantly sees red. he vows to make that motherfucker pay for this.
"where is he?"
"mattheo â"
"where. the. fuck. is. he?"
"probably somewhere inside drunk off his arse. I don't know and I don't care. can we please just go?"
despite his anger, you don't balk from him. in fact, you've got both hands pressed firmly against his chest to hold him back.
brother's bsf! mattheo grips your hips, your noses pressing together as he carefully inspects you. making sure you were alright is the only thing keeping him from committing violence.
"tell me where he is."
though mattheo's words are tinged with fury, his tone remains soft and sweet. his voice is nothing but a whisper because even at his angriest, mattheo would never raise his voice at you.
âgive me a name, sweetheart. just give me his name."
"it's fine, matty. he's not worth the trouble."
âhe left you alone, at a party where you donât know anyone, got too drunk even though he knows heâs your ride home and got handsy with you even though you werenât into it. give me one good reason why I shouldnât fuck him up right now?â
âI can handle him later. can we please just go home? I'm tired and I just want to be in bed now.â
the cold air makes you shiver as you mentally curse yourself for picking such a skimpy outfit when hours ago you felt foolishly confident in your dress.
brother's bsf! mattheo softens when he sees you trembling. without a word, he takes off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. the scent of amber and cinnamon envelopes you all at once, lulling you into a calmer state.
"okay, princess. let me take you home."
once mattheo secures the baby pink helmet over your head, he tells you to hang on tight before taking off.
you hug his midsection, resting your chin on his shoulder as mattheo drives slow through the sprawling campus. the streets are empty, but he drags out the ride, wanting to spend as much time with you as possible.
at the strike of midnight, the two of you finally reach your dorm.
although you insist that you're fine, brother's bsf! mattheo walks you all the way up to your door.
the fluorescent lights flicker overhead as you shift your weight form one foot to the other, suddenly feeling shy.
"thanks for picking me up, matty."
"of course, y/n. you know I'd do anything if you're the one asking."
you smile, trying your hardest to hide the blush on your cheeks. "I hope I didn't ruin your night."
mattheo shrugs. "not at all. before you called, I was watching berkshire stuff marshmallows down his throat while the boys cheered him on. trust me, you weren't interrupting anything important."
"still. I appreciate you coming to my rescue and not ratting me out to my brother."
mattheo smiles. "it's our little secret, princess."
the double meaning of the words causes tension between you and the pull that you've always felt towards mattheo feels stronger than ever, tugging you closer.
maybe tonight is the night that you finally feel brave enough to fall.
"goodnight, matty."
brother's bsf! mattheo watches as you get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek like you always do. except this time, you lean in for a proper kiss.
as soon as mattheo's lips touch yours, you feel your entire body erupt like fireworks. it's everything you imagined it to be and more. his lips are soft against yours, supple and inviting. the kiss takes him by surprise, but once he realizes what's happening, he groans into your mouth, the sound of it filled with need.
dazed and confused, you look up as mattheo pulls away, his big brown eyes scanning your face. "we shouldn't do this, princess."
despite his words, mattheo's hand rests itself on your hip, his thumb brushing gentle circles against your exposed skin. you gulp as he stares at you, your lips brushing, your bodies gravitating towards each other no matter how hard you try to fight the pull.
"is it because of my brother?"
"no," mattheo growls. "we shouldn't do this because I don't know if I'll be able to stop once we start."
"I don't want you to stop, mattheo."
as soon as the words leave your lips, mattheo is kissing you again, and this time, he isn't holding back. you cling onto his shirt as he kisses you hard, the force of it hitting you all at once. his fingers dig into your hips as you bend at the waist, desperately kissing back.
his head is reeling and his heart is pounding. mattheo is drowning in your taste, your touch, your smell. you're every drug rolled into one; seductive and sinful. he's addicted and he can't get enough.
brother's bsf! mattheo doesn't want to pull away. he wants to stay here and live in this moment forever, but he knows that if he does, he'll end up taking everything.
foreheads pressed together, mattheo leans in for one last kiss. this one is sweet and gentle, enough to satiate him for the moment.
"sleep tight, princess. I'll see you in the morning."
"see you in the morning, matty."
brother's bsf! mattheo can't help but take one last look at you, a soft smile on his face when he sees your flushed cheeks and kiss bitten lips.
in that moment, he knows he's fucked. you're his best mate's little sister. he shouldn't have kissed you. he shouldn't feel this way for you. he should've stopped before it was too late, but you were both way past that now.
now that he's had you, he won't want anything else. it's you he'll always crave. it's you he'll always long for. and he doesn't give a fuck what it takes to get you.
brother's bsf! mattheo won't stop until you're his and his alone. *â§ď˝Ľďž:*
#mattheo on a motorcycle might actually put me in a coma#mattheo riddle#mattheo riddle smut#mattheo riddle x reader#mattheo riddle x you#mattheo riddle fluff#mattheo riddle imagine
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The Other Woman
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Synopsis: Where Miguel leaves Y/N to go back to a different version of his old wife found in another universe.
Pair: Miguel OâHara x Spider!Reader
Tags: ANGST!!, long term established relationship, heartbreak, marriage, cheating, mental health, cold/distant Miguel
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A/N: Hi! I donât really write at all!!
I have been a silent reader on tumblr for years but this idea has been playing in my mind so much I had the urge to write it. I have been down so bad for Miguel been on his tag like 24/7 indulging in all the content creators have been putting out. So Iâm excited to join in giving content, however keep in mind I kinda suck! Apologies for any mistakes, anything confusing, or it not being well written enough. Honestly could have made this into multiple parts with better details but nah. Tried my best ^^ since itâs my first time, any feedback is greatly appreciated!
Honestly tbh we all donât have a solid grasp how the whole canon thing and multi universe works yet so!! A lot of what is written is made up to suit my storyline so please donât get mad about the inaccuracies.
I love a good angst and todayâs story will be EXTRAAA angsty!!! As well kinda long!!
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The moment that changed your life was while working on an experiment during your college finals. You were a proud and gifted physics major that was so passionate about discovering and exploring what the world didnât know.
You had snuck into Alchemax late at night. You wanted to show your professors just how much you could do with the right tools. Next thing you know, playing with their machines, you had spawned a spider right in-front of you. The glowing vibrant red spider had sunk its jaw into your hand.
Your life did a complete turn and you spent the rest of that week freaking out while changes to your body were happening. Causing you to fail your semester after missing exams. Things felt like it could only get worse when a massive blue suited masked man showed up out of nowhere in your dorm interrogating you.
âWhereâs the spider?â He had a strong grip on your shoulders. You couldnât focus while trying to process why this man had what seemed like claws sticking out of the ends of his fingers.
âI donât know, it like died after it bit me!â You exclaimed nervously at the freakishly strong man. Trying to reach for anything behind you to use as a defense weapon.
âDios mĂo no me digas esoâŚâ He groaned loudly letting you go. Having the opportunity to grab something, you threw a sanrio plushie at him. Only causing him to wave his arms in annoyance. âThat spider is from my earth and somehow you brought it here. Now youâre a spider-man.â
And the rest is historyâŚ
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You learned that the man was Miguel OâHara and when he found you he was just starting his missions with the multiverse. You being the few of the firsts to join his team.
Your situation was quite bizarre and he called you an anomaly for a long time, spending hours studying you and also training you. You ended up being the one case that canât be explained no matter how much effort was put into monitoring you.
Almost like it was meant to be. Your universe remained perfect with its current spider-man doing fine. No big collapse of a black hole or anything. When you got bit by a spider from Earth-928 your DNA merged with that universe making you fit in perfectly. You were one of the only spider-people with an uncertain timeline with new canons being created depending on what universe you were in.
What changed from you being just a piece of research for Miguel is when he then realized that maybe you were a gift from the multiverse. After all the grief and pain heâd went through the universe had given him this person that worked out perfectly no matter how hard he tried to push them away. You fell head over heels for him and vice versa, all while canon events were being created with both of you together.
You were there as his team grew, slowly turning into a family. Then both of you getting married finalizing that this was your home. Everything felt perfect. Although a relationship with Miguel could have its up and down days, nothing could ever tear you both apart. Or so you assumed.
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âIâm sorry Y/N.â Miguel couldnât look at you.
âWhen did this start? Please be honest with me. Did I do something wrong?â You begged at him. You knew he was acting off recently but never did you think it would result to this.
You watched as he exhaled deeply staring at the ground. You felt like you couldnât breathe as you studied his face trying to grasp onto any emotion he was showing. The atmosphere in his office felt so cold. You so badly wanted to catch his gaze and find the warmth and love his red irises used to give you. He was doing everything to push you away. He was abandoning you.
âYou did nothing wrong. I met her during a mission 4 months ago.â Was all he replied.
âWho is she?â Your heart kept breaking. His face hardening as the question slipped through your lips. You knew Miguel wouldnât leave you for just anyone. Deep in your heart you knew what this was about. He never responded but he didnât need to when you saw his eyes flicker over to his monitor screens. You followed his trace and saw the photo of Gabriella in the corner.
âDoes she have another version of your daughter?â You tried again. This is what made him look directly at you. Miguel kept opening and closing his month unsure how to tell you the truth. You werenât stupid and he knew that. After everything he couldnât just walk out on you with a lie.
âNo.â He paused thinking of how to finally share the truth without it ruining you. There was no way out of this. âShe is a younger version of herself. There is no Miguel in her universe and sheâs not important to the timeline. She lives a regular life. I-itâs a chance for me to start at the very beginning.â
You felt your heart being ripped out of your chest. You processed the words carefully. She doesnât have a child yet⌠Not only was he leaving you for her but he was going to fall in love with her all over again and start a family with her. A family you wanted so badly to have with him.
âWhat about with what happened last time you tried to live a life in a different universe?â You didnât understand how this was happening.
He was always so carful he would never do anything to cause that again. Everything you had witness Miguel work so hard for to keep safe for years. Sleepless nights, returning bruised and beaten, frustrations and constant stress. Was it all for nothing? Is he throwing all his work away?
âThis is different.â He turned away from you. âI pushed myself then into an already established life. This time I am creating that life. After all the research we did on youâŚâ He knew that this was going to tear you apart. âI learned that if done right I could have a child from two different universes that wonât disrupt anything.â
It clicked to you then that all the research he was doing on you lately was for this. The research he did on you that time was different, personal, intimate even. As he was testing your DNAs together and seeing the outcomes. He mentioned a child and you were foolish enough to assume he was doing research to see what it would be like if you both had one together. You were giddy even as you watched him work. You had both spoken about having a family together in the past but had been too busy with spider activities. You thought it was a sign of him getting more serious about it, knowing how badly he wanted one. You would have never thought he was doing it to see how he could get back his previous child. The one you could never give him.
You had truly believe that Miguel had recovered from his obsession that his grief gave him. He accidentally destroyed a whole universe needing that life back so badly. You had spent late nights watching him re-watch clips over and over of what he had lost. It slowly stopped once your relationship blossomed with him and you thought he was ready to move on and start new. Why would you have never thought that with such a perfect opportunity presented to him that he wouldnât drop everything for it.
âI think itâs best that you leave.â He spoke with a soft tone. As if not looking at you any longer will make the problem go away. You couldnât wrap your mind around how he was just throwing you away like this. As if he wasnât making you dinner, giving soft kisses, whispering I-love-youâs not so long ago.
You felt too choked up to ask anymore questions. Your throat tight and painful as you held back tears from escaping in-front of Miguel. You just nodded and headed straight out the door not being able to handle another second in that room. Your knees and hands were shaky as you speed walked into the nearest bathroom and let it all out.
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It didnât take long for everyone else to know something had happened. Everyone had gotten used to seeing you and him sitting together at lunch. You would make him cute lunch boxes and everyone would gag a bit while watching the two of you smile together. Some cringing seeing their scary boss being so soft around you. It was a big surprise when Miguel started to eat alone with a bag of take out food and you no where to be seen.
His teams he sent out for missions were all confused when you werenât assigned to anything. Knowing you were one of the best, one of them slipped out a âCall for Y/N!â In the middle of fighting an anomaly too strong for them. Miguel only looked away.
It wasnât until a new woman showed up in Miguelâs office with a grip around his waist. Thatâs when the spider-community realized that this was way worse than they thought.
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You on the other hand had spilled everything to Hobie when he caught you that day leaving the bathroom with puffy eyes. You had been staying with him in his universe until you could gather yourself together to return to HQ. You knew you were going to leave for good, but you needed to go back to retrieve all your things. You couldnât stay with Hobie forever. Worse that you werenât from there.
You still had some hope that Miguel would come looking for you and tell you that he was all wrong. However almost two months had passed and not a word from him⌠Thatâs when you knew it was time you should return to what you once knew.
Stepping into the portal Hobie followed close behind you. He told the few others who were once close to both you and Miguel that you would be visiting. Stepping through the portal you were immediately greeted by Jessica and Peter B Parker.
âOh, Y/N.â Jess sighed your name sadly while pulling you into a hug. You felt like you wanted to cry all over again. Missing your friends so much. Peter B came behind giving you a hug on the side.
âHeâs on a mission right now.â Peter spoke up. âIt might be a long one too but donât waste anytime just incase.â
You nodded pulling away from them. Looking up around the headquarters building faintly smiling at the past memories you had here. You started heading to different areas gathering all the little things you had left around. Hobie had stitched for you a cute backpack with different scraps of patterned clothes and covered in patches of punk band logos but made with hammer space technology. Making it fun for you to fill endless of your things in the bag.
The last stop was in Miguelâs office. Doubt started to fill your mind; maybe he already threw out all of your stuff. Why would he even keep it after all of this? What no one could warn you of was the other person sitting on his platform.
âHello!â She chirped at you. It felt like the air in your lungs had just been punched out. You knew her too well. From all the photos and videos you had seen peaking over Miguelâs shoulder. However seeing her in person was something you had never expected. You knew it wasnât the original her but it was a copy paste image for sure.
âHi.â Was all you managed to choke out. She was beautiful, stunning. You could see clearly now the similar features she shared in another universe with her daughter. The parts that Miguel didnât have. She kept smiling kindly at you, almost in a graceful way. You started to feel all your insecurities start eating you up from the inside. How could you have ever compared to her.
âWhatâs your name? I donât think Iâve seen you here before.â Getting off Miguelâs platform she walked closer to you. The room started to feel suffocating.
âY/N.â
âWell, itâs nice to meet you! Itâs nice to meet other girls around here.â
Your eyebrows furrowed as you realized she had no reaction to your name. So Miguel never told her about you⌠Or that the fact was he was still even legally married to you.
âMy boyfriend isnât here right now but, if you want, I can tell him you stopped by.â She continued as you stayed silent.
âOh, no itâs okay. I just came in here to get some stuff.â You rushed as you really wanted nothing to do with Miguel at all. You almost worried that he might even get angry knowing you got to speak with her. If he already dislikes you this much you couldnât even imagine how he would feel if you got in the way of this for him.
You started heading over to the familiar drawers around the room. Grabbing your old hoodies and shirts finding your most comfortable of things here. You treated this place as one of your safe spaces as you used to spend so much time here.
âOh I didnât know these were all yours! I was wondering why this was all around. When I came here I wanted to do some spring cleaning but Miguel wouldnât let me touch anything.â She followed besides you. âItâs so mind blowing seeing all this technology. We donât have any of this where I live-â She continue rambling but you started to zone her out. You felt like you were about to have a panic attack any minute. There was one question that kept burning in your mind.
âAre you and Miguel already planning to have a child?â You blurted out. Your eyes widened a bit as you surprised yourself. She let out a loud laugh.
âOh dear no! We have only been together about 6 months. You must be new around here so you must not know much about us.â She chuckled.
In some cruel way you were hoping she would have said yes. You had that twisted hope of maybe Miguel just keeping her to have a kid and ditching her after he gets Gabriella and run back to you. In reality he was playing the long game, he really meant it when we said he was starting over. âHeâs never mentioned kids anyways. Iâm not even sure if heâd like them or do well with them.â
With that statement she made you looked at her appalled. Anyone could see in Miguel how good of a father he could be. Just in the way he takes care of the society he built here. You started to realize that she really has been left in the dark. She doesnât know anything. She probably doesnât even know that sheâs a replacement of another self. You wondered why Miguel was doing this. It felt like he didnât just toy with you but with her as well. A man you came to love for how selfless he was, to realize now everything was for his own personal gain. Suddenly you started to feel bad for her. You couldnât dislike her, she wasnât doing anything wrong and she doesnât even know.
âI got all my stuff. Nice to meet you.â Was all you could say as you zipped up your bag and turned straight around out of there. Not giving any glance back at her, you left to one of the empty training rooms to recollect your overwhelming thoughts. All of the self healing you tried the past month thrown in the garbage.
It wouldnât be too soon that news of you going around the building was returned to Lyla. You had cut out all coms while you were gone so she immediately popped up on your watch when she found out.
âAH-â You jumped as the tiny AI was suddenly in front of your face.
âItâs so wonderful to see you Y/N. Oh my god!âShe started. Then she went on rambling about how she knew everything and had seen everything. How she didnât agree with what was happening and was doing everything she could to convince you to stay. After 5 minutes of her rambling you stopped her to let your emotions out.
âLyla, Lyla Itâs okay. Just stop. Itâs all complicated I know, but this didnât work out. I wished Miguel just cheated on me like all the other fucked up normal men out there. That I walked in on him deep in another random girl. Though painful I could have tried fixing and fighting for us. But instead what I got was him emotionally cheating on me and chase after something he knows I can never give him.â You felt yourself choke up. âI can never ask him to give up what he longs and dreams for just for me to be happy. I lost this battle the moment he laid eyes on her.â
Finding comfort in the AI your husband made. Youâve created a bond with Lyla that Miguel found cute but you knew now this might be the last time youâll be speaking with her.
âYou can give him a family y/n⌠you guys have been married two years now. I know youâve both set the thought aside until the multiverse issues are better but you can fight for him. You have to snap him out of his fantasy. He still thinks about you.â
âLyla you know deep down truly he never just wanted a family. He wanted exactly what he had. What he lost. Which should be impossible but being by his side seeing how insane the multiverse is⌠Good for him for believing in something so hard heâs found himself even a third chance to do it.â
âI hate that youâre being too kind about this situation.â Lyla paced around you.
âI love him so deeply Lyla. You know that very well. Itâs so hard to suddenly hate him. I am angry, but Iâm also emotionally drained I canât do this.â You let out a deep sigh. âIâve watched him long for this family when we just met. For some stupid reason when things worked out for us I thought I would be enough⌠When we got engaged and he would spend some days at home with me not even coming to HQ. I thought he was finally moving on not just from his grief and past but from the weight of his work. I saw a bright future for us.â
âYou can still have a bright future with him! You moving here gave him a new canon event, another chance at life in his timeline. Here in his own universe! Heâs just too obsessed and heâs lost himself in that.â She exclaimed with her hands up.
âOur canon event was our wedding.â Your frowned deepened. âBut the universe didnât say anything else after. It doesnât say our canon event means we are suppose to live happily together forever I guess.â
âIâm just trying my best to be optimistic. I rooted so hard for you and Miguel when you joined the team. I know you can remember the amount of times I would force you both in rooms.â Lyla recalled.
âAnd Iâm grateful for it⌠Even if this didnât work out. I was given precious memories, not just working with you and being on this team but falling in love with Miguel. I know Iâm being all depressed and hopeless but I feel like even if I move on Iâll never be able to replace him and find a relationship like this again. However he threw me away so easily and maybe he never valued me as much as I did to him.â You felt your emotions bubble. âI became who I am here. Iâm going to miss everyone so much.â
âYou can still stay here and work with us.â She edged on.
âI canât just sit around here begging at his feet to return to me or moping around doing missions while watching him with someone else. I want to hate him so badly. I know heâs your boss and youâre basically hardwired to do everything for him and youâre trying your hardest to fix what you think is his right path. But think of me a little more and how miserable itâll be. Iâm the only one hurting here.â
Lyla paused and stared at you with an almost glossy-eyed look. While she worked she could see the inner term-oil Miguel was hiding and the emptiness he was turning to since trying to start new in the other universe. It just wasnât her place to hold this conversation and he was the one who needed to get a grip of himself and really think and talk with you. She canât be the one trying to mend the pieces for both of you together. What Miguel did was so wrong. She knew you were right and she didnât want to see any more damage be caused to you.
âYouâre right. Iâm sorry.â She looked up at you sincerely. âI hate this outcome for you. Not only are you loosing your husband but your home. When was the last time youâve even been in your universe?â
âLike a year ago for a missionâŚâ
âExactly! Even if things are over with Miguel, you have all of us here! I wish you could stay. I understand you leaving, I really do. I know a lot of us will try visiting you but Iâm tied to MiguelâŚâ You started to see how it clicked for her too that itâs most likely you might not see each other for a long time. âEven if a spider-person is visiting you I canât just show up on their watch⌠Itâll go back to him and I know you wouldnât want that. I know Iâm an AI and I canât hold real emotions but I mean it when I say Iâm going to miss you.â
Tears poured down your cheeks as her words hit you. Going back to your universe is going to be a struggle. You have nothing there now. However nothing can compare to the pain of the outcome youâve had with Miguel, and you needed out of here ASAP. Your mental health getting worse the longer you stay. Even the other spiders you have come to love canât bring that spark back right now. You needed genuine time for yourself, even if itâs self destructive, instead of putting on a fake smile everyday here.
âBye, Lyla.â You whispered. She nodded and waved her hand goodbye at you before disappearing. You took your watch off your wrist placing it on a nearby desk. With it you pulled the divorce paperwork out of your pocket neatly sealed and already signed on your half. Opening a portal you took your last glances at the place you spent so many loving memories in.
Tears blurred your vision as you stepped through the portal. Once your legs landed on a rooftop of a building in your dimension, you racked out full sobs falling to your knees.
You were always just the other woman.
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Thank you so much for reading!! I know it was a longer one ~
would anyone like a part 2? If so anyone want a angsty or happy ending? I think itâll be more in Miguelâs perspective as well!
EDIT: You can now read PART 2 here
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IâM YOURS | JAKE SIM
pairing: ex!jake x afab!reader, friend! sunghoon x afab!reader
summary: despite your best friend and sunghoonâs attempts to get to you move on from your ex-boyfriend, you just simply cannot get over jakeâand he canât either.
word count: 6.1k
genre: friends to undefined. exes to ambiguous. college setting.
warnings (18+): smut (absolute filth.) fluff (if you use a microscope lmfao). alcohol. mentions of breakups. (slightly) possesive jake. kissing. grinding. nipple play (f. recieving). fingering (f. recieving.). unprotected sex. slightly rough sex. doggie. slight hair pulling. multiple orgasms. both reader and jake are stubborn as hell. (let me know if thereâs anything missing!)
A/N: inspired by the request posts from @rivaillescum and @teddursa â I got wayyy to carried away lol but first long fic post!
âWhat about him?â Aeri yells over the music, your eyes following her pointed finger towards a man leaning against the wall with his eyes glued to the phone in his hand.
âPark Wonbin from art history?â You turn to the girl with an eyebrow raised, âPark Wonbin, whoâs had a girlfriend since last fall?â
Aeri's shoulders sink, âI shouldâve known someone who looked like that wasnât single.â You laugh at her bummed out expression, sipping the drink in your hands as you subtly dance to the music playing.
âNow him?â She nods towards the direction of another man, expressively dancing in the large crowd, âI cannot have a one night stand with a wannabe tiktoker Ae.â
âWhy are you so difficult?â She groans, resting her head against the wall.
âJust give up already.â
âI canât,â she whines, âI brought you out tonight so you could have fun, and get over Jake.â
You almost choke on your drink, âWhat? It's been likeâŚtwo weeks since we broke up.â
âExactly.â She retorts. âThatâs why I shouldn't catch you staring at his contact all the damn time.â Your mouth falls open, âThat was just one time!â
Aeri raises her eyebrows and you fall silent, already foreseeing your defeat in this little argument.
âLook,â Aeri says, her voice softening, âwhat matters is that this time youâre really done with him.â Her words were gentle, but the weight of them hit you harder than you expected. Aeri meant well, but the truth was embarrassing.
It had been two weeks since you broke up with Jakeâfor the third time in four months. Yes, third.
And no, you didnât know why you kept going back either. Maybe dating a frat boy who happened to be a soccer star wasnât your brightest idea.
Looking back, it seemed like you'd signed up for trouble with a side of emotional whiplash and good sex.
At first, Jake had been amazing.
Sophomore year started like a rom-com: he treated you like royalty, planned cute dates, stayed up all night with you in the library (even though he wasnât the one with exams), and Jake just couldnât get enough of you. The first six months were straight out of your dreams.
Your friends were gagging at how cute you were, even painting your face with his team colours to cheer him on with your friends from the bleachers like the supportive girlfriend you wereâwaiting for him to sweep you off your feet with a kiss whenever he won a game.
Then, everything changed after the final soccer game for the College Cup. Jakeâs hero moment brought home the trophy, and suddenly, soccer was his whole life. You were still proud of him, of course, but things quickly started to feelâŚoff.
Calls became shorter, dates were postponed, and before you knew it, you were practically his motivational speaker, squeezed in between practice sessions and interviews.
By the end, it felt like you were on his schedule, like a convenience more than a priority. He only called when he needed somethingâand that was obviously whenever he was horny and wanted to fuck what ever stress he had out of him.
You finally confronted him about it, hoping heâd realize that he was treating you like a fuck buddy more than his girlfriendâbut instead, Jake argued, claiming he was too âbusyâ for âall that other dating stuff.â
That was your tipping point.
So, you broke up. And just when you thought you were free and ready to move on, summer ends and Jake reappears like some kind of relationship boomerang.
He apologized, said all the right things, told you how much he missed youâand boom. Hours later, youâre back in his bed, wondering how it all happened.
The cycle was maddening. Each time heâd win you over with apologies and promises, things would feel perfect again, and thenâŚwell, you knew how it went.
âThis time, itâs really over,â you declare over the pounding music, convincing yourself more than anyone else.
The last breakup was the worst yet. You argued for hours, screaming about relationships and priorities, and it finally hit you: Jake didnât really deserve your time.
So why was it so hard to let him go?
You brushed away the ache in your heart as your argument came to mind, downing what was left of your drink to somehow dull the pain and take solace in the alcohol settling into your system.
âYou just need a rebound.â Aeri says over the music, âI promise you, a good one night stand might just give you a fresh start and get you out of Jake's chokehold.â
âSo is that why you dragged me to a party being hosted by his frat house?â You inquired with amusement. âOh come on! Not every guy here belongs to the frat.â
You mull over her âreboundâ statement, eyes surveying the crowd as your nails made dents into the empty can. âSpeaking of...â Aeri trails off and you follow the direction of her gaze to another one of your university's well known juniors and soccer players, Park Sunghoon.
Your eyes landed on his, staring at you from across the room with a gaze that made your cheeks warm. Sunghoon was one of the other popular boys in the year. He was sweet, funny, playful and damn that smileâ you understood why girls fell at his feet.
You and Sunghoon had a few interactions before. You volunteered as a first aid for their soccer games on a few occasions, and he consistently took the chance to talk to you whenever you were present or needed his supposedly real injuries examined.
âHe's been watching you for quite a while now.â She adds, playfully bumping her shoulder against yours. You divert your attention from him and look back at your best friend who was sporting a cheeky grin.
âThe goalkeeper, Ae? Thatâs such a low blow.â
The girl besides you shrugs, moving her body to the beat of the music, âSoâŚ? He clearly likes you and Iâm one hundred percent sure heâd treat you better than he ever did.â
Youâre about to open your mouth to say something when she cuts you off. âOh! I think I have to go to theâŚbathroom! Iâll see you later (Y/N).â She says, pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek before rushing away from your side.
Your eyebrows meet in confusion as she dashes away from you, mouth agape at her sudden and abrupt departureâeven running the opposite way.
But before your mind can conjure up any reasons, you hear your name being called in the loud crowd, turning to see Sunghoon making his way to you.
Oh. I see what you did there Aeri.
"Hey, angel," Sunghoonâs voice is low, with that unmistakable charm as he saunters up to you, eyes locked on yours.
"Sunghoon," you breathe, smiling as he closes the distance, his arms opening for you. His gaze flickers over your face, lingering just long enough to send a shiver down your spine.
"Knew Iâd recognize that pretty face anywhere," he murmurs as his arms slip around your waist, pulling you close.
For a moment, you let yourself sink into himâhis scent wrapping around you, the firm warmth of his hands pressing against your lower back. Itâs like everything around you fades except the feel of his body, the way your heart picks up in rhythm with his.
âHowâve you been?â you ask softly, voice catching just a bit as he pulls away, though his hands stay where they are, fingers resting casually on your hips.
âAny âinjuriesâ since Iâve been gone?â You tease, and the sound of his laugh sends a thrill through you.
âYou noticed, huh?â Sunghoonâs voice drops a notch lower, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles just above your hip.
You smirk, raising an eyebrow. "How many times were you going to fake a knee injury in one game?â
âAs many times as it took to get you close.â His hand lifts, brushing a few strands of hair from your face, his fingertips grazing your skin just enough to make you bite your lip.
âItâs kinda hard to keep my eyes on you when I'm supposed to be, yâknowâŚplaying.â His lips curl into a slow smirk, eyes burning into yours.
âWell,â you whisper, feeling the heat rise between you, âyouâve got me all to yourself now.â
Sunghoonâs gaze drops to your lips, making your pulse race. The air thickens, and the corner of his mouth lifts. âYeah?â His voice is pure temptation, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. âDo I get to kiss you too?â
You donât even have to think about it. You nod, lips parting slightly, eyes dipping to his mouth. His smirk deepens as he closes the distance, and your breath catches, waiting for the touch you've been craving.
Sunghoon wasted no time kissing you, softly crashing his lips against yours in a way that made you hum in content.
You could taste the remnants of his drink as he kissed you slowly and softly, meticulously exploring your mouth with his tongue as his hands stayed glued to your hips, rubbing your sides through the silk fabric of your minidress.
Your hand drifted to his, guiding it down to cup your ass which made him groan into your mouth. Sunghoon broke away from the kiss, softly biting your bottom lip as he pulled away with a smirk.
He leans closer to the shell of your ear as he whispers, âDo you want to take this upstairs?â The feeling of his hand caressing your ass makes you sigh, already feeling the fabric of your underwear sticking to you.
But before you could even respond, your eyes landed on someone who had suddenly materialised across the room, heart dropping to your stomach and your breath catching in your throat.
Jake.
His clenched jaw made you conclude that his eyes were seemingly already on you for what mustâve been like a while now, searing holes through you and Sunghoon from afar.
Your ears grew warm, gently pushing the tall man off you with a strained exhale. âIs everything alright? Did I do anything wrong?â Sunghoon asked as he scanned you worryingly.
âOf course not!â You immediately protest, âI justâŚâ you trailed off as your eyes darted to the man who was still staring at you before they landed back on Sunghoonâs concerned ones.
âI donât think Iâm feeling well.â
It wasnât a lie. You felt like you were gonna throw up with all the bile that was rising in your throat.
Why did he have to appear right now?
You could feel yourself slowly sobering up as you glanced at Jake once again, warm brown eyes staring you down in a way that made your breathing stutter.
âI think I need to go to the bathroom.â You mutter as you look away, swallowing the unwelcomed lump in your throat.
âOhâŚthe line to the bathroom looks pretty bad right now, you could use ours upstairs?â
âReally?â
âYeah! Sure!â He nods with a smile, âdo you want me to go with you?â
You shake your head, âIt's okay, IâllâŚIâll be backâ You smile weakly, pressing a quick kiss on Sunghoonâs lips before you slip away from his hold.
You couldnât even bother to reply to his distant âcall me if you need meâ as you travelled through the sea of bodies, trying to find your way to stairs as your heart hammered out of your chest.
Shit.
Nothing couldâve prepared you to actually see Jake, even if you half-heartedly expected it. The frat house was so large, you had concluded that you probably wouldnât have to see him.
Some part of youâregrettably and painfully so, already concluded that he was probably somewhere, rutting into some girl that threw herself at him, celebrating the freedom of being single or something.
You stormed up the stairs, making a beeline for the bathroom, relieved to find that it was empty as Sunghoon had mentioned, and as soon as the door closed behind you, you let out a weary sigh, muttering a curse under your breath.
Now you were mad at yourself. Why did you push Sunghoon away?
You couldâve let the junior lead you upstairs all while Sunghoon watched, knowing he knew exactly what youâd be up toâbut you pushed him off. You could already imagine Jakeâs joy when you walked away, leaving Sunghoon alone in the crowd.
Well done (Y/N).
Well-fucking-done. You thought to yourself as you looked at your reflection in the mirror, but your little self berating session was interrupted by the suddenly louder and crispier sound of music emitting into the bathroom, eyes travelling to the opened door.
When Jake comes into view, you roll your eyes and sigh inwardly. âWhat the hell do you want, Jake?â Is all you say, instantly plagued by irritation.
It was hard to admit, but he did look good tonight. All traces of his once blonde tinged hair were drowned out by the colour of jet black and it suited him so well.
He was dressed in a black dress shirt, chain around his neck and pair of loose fitting jeans that hung around his hipsâa simple outfit that still looked undeniably great on him.
âI just came to check on you,â he shoves his hands in his back pockets as he nods his head to the door, âyou didnât look so well out there.â
âIâm fine.â You say, turning away, âcan you get fuck out now?â
âWoah, just hang on a sec,â Jake sighs, âI havenât seen you in ages, princess.â
Princess.
âIâm not your princess anymore Jake,â you deadpanned. âWe broke up, remember? For good this time.â You added, emphasising the finality of it.
You wanted to make it clear that there was no going back, that this time Jake couldn't make you cave or entice you to return.
You were ready for somethingâsomeoneâ new, and you were pretty sure he was still waiting for you downstairs.
This was the perfect time to leave before youâd probably do anything youâd regret, especially when you noticed Jakeâs lingering gaze on your minidress.
You cleared your throat, rolling your eyes as you tried to slip past Jake, but he blocked your way, his hand grabbing your wrist. His grip wasnât forceful, but it was enough to halt you. âSo, youâre really going back to him?â His words were sharp, a hint of desperation creeping in.
You rolled your eyes dramatically. âThatâs none of your business.â Yanking your hand free, you spun on your heel, making for the door without so much as a second glance.
â(Y/N), baby, wait.â He followed closely, reaching out again, but you dodged him with a huff, crossing your arms tighter around yourself.
âJake, seriously, just leave me alone.â
âBabyââ He finally managed to catch your arm, stopping you in your tracks. You groaned, throwing your head back with exaggerated frustration. âWhat now, Jake?â
He tried to meet your eyes, but you refused, stubbornly staring at anything that wasnât his face. His hand cupped your chin, gently turning your face to his. âCan we please talk? Please?â Jakeâs voice was soft, almost pleading, and that stupid thumb of his traced along your jaw, sending a wave of heat through you that you definitely did not want to feel right now.
âFine. Whatever,â you muttered, not quite looking at him but letting him lead you into his room.
As the door closed behind you, muffling the noise of the party downstairs, your gaze drifted around the room, filled with memories you werenât ready to be reminded of yet.
But Jake didnât give you the chance to settle into those thoughts. âSunghoon?â he asked, his voice dripping with disbelief as he turned to you. His expression darkened instantly. âSeriously? Sunghoon?â
You snorted, shrugging carelessly. âYeah, so what? Heâs hot.â
Jakeâs jaw clenched so hard you could practically hear his teeth grinding together. âSo, whatâyouâre actually gonna sleep with him?â He sounded like he couldnât decide if he was hurt or furious.
You folded your arms, lifting your chin defiantly. âMaybe. Whatâs it to you?â
âWhatâs it to me?â He stepped closer, and this time, you didnât flinch. You wanted him to be mad. You liked him like this, all riled up and focused on you.
âYouâre gonna fuck the one guy you told me not to worry about? The guy whoâs been after you since the day we got together? My friend and my teammate?â
His eyes narrowed at you and you shrugged again, feigning indifference even though your heart was beating way too fast. âWeâre not together anymore, Jake. I can sleep with whoever I want.â
Jakeâs eyes flashed with something you couldnât quite readâanger, hurt, jealousy, all rolled into one.
âWow. You really donât care, do you?â His voice had gone quiet now, the kind of quiet that made you feel something twist in your stomach.
You opened your mouth to snap back, but the words didnât come out as easily as you wanted them to. âI donâtâŚI mean, I told you, Iâm not your girlfriend. You donât get toâ
âI donât get to?â He cut you off, his laugh bitter as he ran his hand through his hair, pacing in front of you. âYouâve really moved on, huh? That easy?â
You swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. This wasnât how you wanted this to go. But before you could say anything, he stepped closer again, backing you up until your legs hit the bed.
âYou still feel something, (Y/N),â he said, his voice low, and the way his eyes bore into yours made it impossible to deny, even if you wanted to. âYouâre still mine. You know it.â
Your heart was racing now, his closeness making it hard to breathe. But you werenât about to let him win that easily. âIâm not yours, Jake. Not anymore.â Your voice wavered, just slightly, but you held your ground.
His hand reached out, fingertips brushing your arm, the touch so light it made your skin tingle. âSay it again,â he murmured, leaning closer. âTell me you donât care.â
You swallowed, hating how your resolve was crumbling under his touch. âIâI donât care,â you repeated, but the words sounded less convincing now, and you both knew it.
âIâm done with you, Jake.â Your voice came out sharper, laced with defiance, but the flicker of doubt behind it didnât go unnoticed by your ex boyfriend.
âAre you sure?â Jakeâs words were smooth, almost teasing, as he leaned in closer, fingers drifting over to the slope of your neck. He saw the way your eyes betrayed you, flickering to his lips for a brief second, and his smirk grew. âBecause you donât look over me.â
You rolled your eyes, even though your pulse quickened. âHas anyone ever told you how insufferable you are?â The bitterness in your laugh didnât mask the heat that rose to your cheeks.
âMaybe. But it doesnât make it any less true,â he said, his voice infuriatingly smug. âI saw you staring at me out there, (Y/N). You couldnât keep your eyes off me, even with him standing right there.â
âYouâre delusional,â you shot back, but the words didnât have the bite you wanted them to. There was an edge of frustrationâat him, at yourselfâthat you couldnât shake. âI wasnât staring at you.â
Jake chuckled softly, stepping in just enough that you could feel his breath against your skin. âSure, baby. Whatever helps you sleep at night.â
âYou are such an asshole,â you hissed, trying to inject some venom into the words, but it came out more exasperated than you intended.
Jake tilted his head, his gaze softening in that maddening way, like he knew exactly how to unravel you. âCome on (Y/N), donât be like that. You know you miss me.â
You clenched your jaw, trying to ignore the flutter in your stomach, the warmth creeping into your chest. âI donât miss anything about you.â
âReally?â he whispered, his hand finding its way to your face, his thumb brushing your cheek as his touch sent sparks through your skin. âBecause I miss you. Iâve been thinking about you all week.â
Your heart skipped a beat, and you could feel the traitorous warmth spreading through your veins.
His eyesâthose stupid, beautiful brown eyesâwere staring right into yours, and you hated that they still had that effect on you. But you werenât about to give in. Not this time.
âI bet you have,â you muttered, rolling your eyes, though the sarcasm lacked its usual punch. âProbably because you miss having someone at your beck and call.â
Jakeâs smirk faltered, but his gaze didnât waver. âThatâs not it, and you know it.â His voice was lower now, more intimate, tracing his thumb along your jaw. âI miss you.â
Your chest tightened and you hated how easily he got to you, how your demeanor crumbled the second he looked at you like that.
âIâve moved on,â you said, but your voice was weak, barely above a whisper.
âHave you?â He breathed, leaning in so close you could feel the heat of his bated breath against your lips, âbecause right now, you donât look like someone whoâs moved on.â
You shouldâve pushed him away, told him off like you promised Aeri you would. But instead, a warm feeling fluttered in the pit of your stomach as his lips hovered just out of reach.
Jakeâs fingers traced the line of your jaw, then down the side of your neck, sending electric shivers through your body as he leaned in even closer. The air between you was thick with tension, your breath shaky as you struggled to maintain control, slowly failing your resistance to give in to the desire that threatened to pull you under.
Jakeâs lips brushed against yours before crashing against them in a heated, desperate kiss, his hand falling waist with tightening grip as if he was afraid to let go.
You kissed him back fiercely, your hands gripping his shirt as if to anchor yourself to the moment, all the anger, frustration, and unresolved feelings pouring into the kiss.
His soft plump lips moved unrelenting and hungrily against yours, his hands moving to cup your cheeks, fingers resting on your jaw as he deepened the kiss.
You tried to stay balanced as so many feelings crashed over you in equal measures, desperately leaning up into the kiss as you tried to match his fervour.
Oh, how you missed it.
His lips, his touch.
It all felt like a drug, a drug you disappointingly couldn't get enough of.
You fell into the bed softly, letting Jake hover over you without breaking the kisses, âI missed you.â he whispers, before kissing you again.
For a split second, you pulled back, breathless, your chest rising and falling as you looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. âYouâre still an asshole,â you muttered, though there was no bite left in your voice now.
Jakeâs lips curved into a smirk as he leaned in again, capturing your lips in another kiss, this one slower, softer. âYeah, but youâre still kissing me,â he whispered against your lips.
Jakeâs lips continued to moved against yours and you could barely breathe from the tightness in your chest, tangling your fingers into his soft hair as you drew him closer.
He pulled away and you barely had a second to think before his lips were on your neck, head falling to the side as soft sloppy kisses were pressed onto your skin, eliciting a soft moan from you.
You could feel Jake smirk against your neck, sucking marks into your skin that you were sure he wanted to show.
Your eyes flutter shut as his hands slowly ease down your body, his touch firmer than last time, lips lingering on the slope of your neck and fingers sliding under your dress.
Jakeâs warm palm slid up the inside of your thighs and a wave of anticipation and desire coursed through you, a sound escaping your throat only to be muffled by his lips.
He pulled away and latched his lips to your collarbone, sucking and littering the skin with hues of purple as his fingers traced along your underwear making you arch your back reflectively.
"Iâve missed this." Jake whispers, hooking his finger around the waistband of your underwear, pressing a trail of sloppy kisses down the valley of your breasts as he slowly pulls your underwear off.
A shaky sigh fell past your lips at the feeling of the cool air hitting your cunt, and you couldnât help but cry at the feeling of Jakeâs fingers running up your glistening folds.
âWellâŚIâŚhavenât.â You breathe out stubbornly as his other hand pushes your straps over your arms, fingers brushing the cup of your dress away and running over your naked breasts.
The feeling of his cold rings grazing over your nipples makes you clench around nothing, half lidded eyes staring back at his lustful ones.
âHmm. Really?â He asks, looking down between your legs, raising his eyebrow as he looked up.
âThat was probablyâŚâ You begin, slowly losing your train of thought at the feeling of his hand caressing your breasts. âShitâthat was probably Sunghoonâ You only manage to say in between swallowed moans.
âCome again?â
Your cheeky smile was quickly wiped off, as his fingers traced up and down your folds, biting your lip with a whine as he circled your wet entrance.
A soft breathy moan leaves your lips, hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as his fingers slid into you with ease, leaning into his touch. âJake, shitââ Your voice cuts off, mouth falling agape as he slowly drags his fingers in and out of you.
âThatâs what I thought.â
Prick.
Jakeâs plump lips latch onto your erect nipple, tongue swirling and sucking on the sensitive bud and your head falls back into the pillow biting your lip as your hands weave into Jakeâs soft hair.
Jake groaned around your sensitive bud, making your whole body twitch at the vibration. His tongue moved to your other one, giving it the same treatment and you couldn't stop yourself from grinding against him, needing more.
His tongue and fingers were doing wonders on you, trying to silence the sounds falling from your lips. You resisted your moans by biting your lip to avoid giving him that satisfactionâwhich he obviously hated.
Jake could still tell that you were falling apart, ruining the fabric of his shirt and grinding into his fingers breathlessly, but that wasn't enough, he wanted to hear you.
âSo weâre playing it that way, huh?â He pulled away, chest heaving against yours as you grabbed his arm, fingers continuing to pump into you, throwing head back with a breathy, almost silent moan before looking back at him.
âWhat way?â You rasped, feigning innocence, watching your ex-boyfriend chuckle to himself.
âOkay.â
And before you could get lost in the feeling of his fingers any longer, he slips out of your cunt, whining at the loss of his touch.
You were barely given time to protest or process anything before he swiftly flipped you over, face meeting the soft pillows that adorned his bed with a surprised gasp.
You could feel your heart thrum against your chest, face growing warm at the compromising position Jake just put you in.
You turned around, glancing at Jake's lips wrapped around his fingers, sucking your arousal clean off with a delighted hum.
He eyes darted over to yours, and you tore your eyes away, that dull ache returning to your thighs from the sight.
âMâgonna fuck you so good,â Jake's eyes trailed over your backside, âyouâll scream my name.â He groaned, kneading the soft flesh of your ass as your breath stuttered.
Jake quickly got rid of his clothes and you hated the way your heart skipped a beat in anticipation.
âAre you sure about that?â You challenge, almost yelping when he suddenly grabs your hips flush to his own.
He leaned over to you, brushing your hair away from your face as he pressed a soft kiss on the side of your temple.
âYou and that damn attitude.â Jake clicked his tongue as he ran his cock along your folds, soft whimpers leaving your lips as he slowly pushed himself into you.
Jake watched as he eased himself in, moaning at the way your warmth and wetness sucked him in like a vacuum.
The stretch felt so good, so undeniably good and you hated the way your walls instantly fluttered around him, soft pathetic sounds falling out of your lips as he began to move, grabbing the sheets beneath with your swallowed cries.
You clamp your hand over your mouth and Jake glares, shaking his head with an affronted expression as he grabs that wrist, pinning it behind your back as he continues to work himself in and out of you.
âShit.â You gasp, letting a few whimpers slip past your lips, cheek flushed against the soft pillows, a few moans escaping your throat at the feeling of him brushing over you in a way that made your vision cloudy before closing your mouth.
"You're taking me soooo well, baby.â Jakeâs brows drew together with a moan, snapping his hips to yours as you clenched around him.
"Fuck, you missed this didn't you?" He hissed, watching you writhe in pleasure.
You were a mess beneath him, tears pricking your eyes at the way he relentlessly pounded into you.
You let out a loud gasp when Jake reached under to play with your clit, pressing his finger into it, "Jake." You whispered with a whimper, fisting the sheets, still stubbornly refusing to make any soundâwhich Jake only took as a challenge.
Your heart couldn't help but swell with guilt when Sunghoon came to mind, still awaiting your return.
Or maybe he wasnât. Maybe after a few minutes had passed, he went over to check on you, only to hear your moans emitting from the crevices of Jake's door before walking away.
Jake really did have a chokehold on you.
The man pulled out with a curse, and you cried at the sudden loss. You were about to turn around to protest when Jake gripped the base of his cock, lining up with your puffy entrance again.
With no warning, Jake plunged his dick into your tight heat, the sound of skin slapping against each other and a scream leaving your lips as the man fucked you relentlessly.
âThat's it, princess, let me hear those beautiful moans.â
âOh, fuck.â You moaned, gasping and writhing, arching your back and pushing yourself against his cock, begging for more.
âYou're so fucking good around me- fucking made for me.â Jake groans, low moans tumbling from his lips.
"You're mine aren't you?"
Of course, you wanted to scream noâyou wanted to deny his claim, but his name spilled out of your lips, again and again, begging him not to stop.
"Say you're mine." He hissed, pounding his cock into you. Your heart raced, and you were certain that he could feel it as the pleasure continuously washed over you.
"Say it."
âJake oh myââ youâre cut off by your own moan the moment he hit your sweet spot, your face hot as you let out lewd sounds into the pillows with no control of your own, throat strained already.
"FuckâYes! I'm yours." You screamed, tears spilling out of your eyes as he worked his hand around your clit.
âIâm yours.â You moaned, clawing at the sheets. He continued to rub his finger over your swollen bud, his other hand reaching over to gently grab a fistful of your hair bringing you flush to his chest.
You could feel your legs begin to tremble as profound pleasure coursed through you, hands flailing around to grip on his shoulder as you continuously surged forward from Jakeâs thrusts.
âThatâs right, baby.â He rasped, almost bordering whimpers as he continued to pump in you, thick velvety walls hugging him so tightly, slipping in and out of you with such ease.
Your whimpers and screams echoed through the room, legs threatening to give out from just how good he felt, dizzying and intense pleasure washing over you everytime he thrusted into you.
You were too fucked out to be self conscious about your loud moans, or concerned that maybe people could somehow hear Jake fucking your brains out over the loud music.
If you werenât so clouded and already fucked out, you wouldâve guessed that Jake probably loved how loud you were.
It felt like he was telling the whole house that you were still his no matter whatâespecially Park Sunghoon.
Jake would notice the goalkeeper staring at you from across the field, cozying up to you as if he wasnât just a few metres away from youâ the nerve.
Like what the fuck happened to bro code?
âDo you think he can make you feel this way baby?â he asks and your mouth falls agape, brain foggy. You shook your head with a whimper.
You were so out of focus, his dick so good and stupefying that you couldn't even speak.
Jake revelled in the moans of his name tumbling past your lips. The thought of another guyâs name leaving those pretty lips drove him crazy, you were his, he had no idea what was going in Sunghoonâs mind to think that he could actually be with you.
He could feel you tightening around him and he knew you were close, thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release.
"Say my name." He hissed, "tell me who makes you feel this good."
"Jake-"
âI canât hear you princess.â He groaned.
"Jake!" You sobbed, gasping and squirming as the pleasure became too much.
"Thatâs it, come for me, baby." He cooed, wrapping an arm around your neck and squeezing it gently.
The pressure on your throat, and the way his fingers played with your clit were enough to make you scream out his name, the coil in your stomach finally snapping, walls clamping around him and milking him for all he's worth as your legs shook, vision blackening, and eyes squeezing shut.
You moan his name, the only thing running through your mind and leaving your lips as he places you back into the bed, holding your hips.
"Thatâs right." Jake groaned, still slamming his hips into you. "Who does your pussy belong to?"
âFuck,â you cried out, feeling another orgasm creep in, "it belongs to you, only you." You mewled as your walls tightened, shattering pleasure rippling through you once again, as his thrusts finally slowed.
âSuch a pretty sight for me.â He moaned with a final thrust, shooting his seed into you as he rode out your highs.
Jake continued to empty his load into you, softly whimpering at the sudden warmth coating your walls until he finally pulled out of you.
Your head fell into pillows, the aftershocks of your orgasms still rippling through you as you tried to catch your breath.
"(Y/N)," He said softly, and you could feel his hands rest on the slope of neck and you slowly turned to look at him.
Jake gently wiped away your stray tears, his eyes looking for some sort of affirmation that what he did was okay, that he hadn't gone too far, that he didn't hurt you.
"You okay?"
You nodded with a dazed laugh, âYeah, Iâm fine.â You rasped, as he enveloped your lips in a sloppy and gentle kiss.
Jake wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the marks on your neck that he left a while ago.
âStay over.â He whispers against your skin and your shoulders fall with a sigh, hands brushing his slightly damp hair away from his face, âI donât know JakeâŚâ
âJust for tonight.â
âPlease.â He begs, in a softer tone. You looked at himâ at his pretty face, his pink plump lips and his slightly messy hair, breathing in the mellow undertones of sweet vanilla in the perfume he was wearing tonight.
âJake.â You whisper again, as you watch his hands caress your shoulders. You look up at him, ready to turn him down but you donât say anything.
âWe donât have to do anythingâŚI just want to be with you.â
Those words.
Itâs like you could see your past self rolling her eyes, ânot again.â
âOkay.â
You let him pull you back to his chest, let him wrap his arms around you as you fell asleep, lulled by the rise and fall of his chest and the sound of his beating heart.
Jake watched you fall asleep in his arms, and the sight alone made him forget about the world outside, and the ache that was still in his chest.
It was just for tonight.
Just for tonight.
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hi babe iâm here from the dms but. speaking of brain rot, thinking abt fwb lando again where u stay the night after and wake up in the morning expecting him to be gone already for smth work related or what not but heâs still in bed absolutely clinging to u. and then more soft sleepy morning sex đŤ đŤ
play pretend.
ln x fem!reader
in which itâs time to stop pretendingâŚ
just a little blurb to sayâŚ. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lavenderlando !! sorry i made you wait like 6 months for this lmfao i love u girl, u mean the world to me and i hope this hits the spot đđ lemme know what yâall think, more 4k requests will be worked on asap (itâs exam szn ew)
songs to set the mood: denial by james marriott, real love baby by father john misty, can i call you rose? by thee sacred souls
warnings: 18+!! minors go away! smut, morning sex, friends to lovers, best friend!reader, friends with benefits type relationship, fluff, unprotected sex (donât be sillyâŚ)
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cool air casts goosebumps over your bare skin, the open window letting in the morning breeze. you tug at the grey bedsheets, dragging them higher over your frame where you lay. you eyes are cracked open, hazily taking in the sight before you.
heâs still here.
you often expect lando to be gone when you wake up. sometimes itâs because of work, sometimes itâs because youâd promised not to do this again but alcohol had then rendered the both of you irresistible to the other, and it was too awkward to have yet another jarring conversation about how youâre such good friends.
but heâs there. and heâs looking at you.
âhi.â he croaks, soft and low. you revel in his morning voice on the rare occasions you get to hear it.
âhey.â you mumble, leaning in closer to him.
he pushes the duvet up and away, inviting you into his arms, and you wriggle towards him. heâs a human heater, and youâre cold, thatâs the only reason you snuggle up, tucked between his arms.
âyouâre still here.â you whisper into his chest, purposefully quiet, almost as if you donât actually want him to hear you.
âcouldnât leave you.â he mutters quietly.
you crane your head to look up at him, eyes blown wide at the admission.
âwhy?â
âi hate leaving after.â
the âafterâ hangs heavy in the air between you for a second. heâs eyeing up your lips and youâre returning the gesture, sleepy eyes flitting between his and his plush lips.
this never happens. usually, the night starts with too many drinks too quickly, progresses to his hands dropping dangerously low on your waist, leads to the pair of you mentally scarring an innocent taxi driver, and ends with you underneath him. or, on top of him. and then, heâs gone.
âfor the record, i hate it when you go.â you reply, and the space between you dissipates. there are so many unsaid words being traded between you, an intense charge of energy. youâre anxiously sliding your hands up his sides, itching to feel impossibly closer.
âmaybe i should stop going then, hm?â two of landoâs fingers grasp your chin, tilting it up to bump his.
âyeah.â you breathe.
itâs like heâs tugged an invisible string, and youâre melting into him, his lips slotting immaculately over yours, as if they were sculpted by god to rest against yours. he tastes familiar, itâs rare you get to kiss him sober and in the light of day. you bask in it, finding the messy, loose curls tickling the back of his neck, threading your fingers through the thick, brown strands. he groans, parting his mouth just enough for you to slide your tongue over his.
âwant you. now.â you gasp urgently into the space where your lips part, your body rolling hungrily against his.
âi always want you, drives me crazy.â lando grunts, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you even closer.
lando slots his thigh between your legs, and you search for friction, rutting against him. youâre both naked from the blurry night before so you can feel everything, each part of him so ready for you. youâre slick for him already, can feel the way itâs painting your inner thighs. you hate how easy it is to lose yourself in him.
âtake me then.â you whine, your forehead collapsing against his shoulder.
lando smirks, flipping you over so that your back is to his chest, like youâre nothing. he hooks your top leg over his, sliding himself closer to where youâre aching for him.
âcanât keep pretending.â lando whispers against the shell of your ear.
he slides deep, then, filling you to the hilt. it knocks the air out of you, your back arching at the sensation of him hitting every single spot that mattered.
âthen letâs not pretend anymore.â you choke out, your head rolling back against his shoulder.
âyeah, baby? wanna be all mine?â he teases, thrusting deep and slow, the slide of him shooting pleasure over your body like the slow, satisfying drip of warm honey.
âalready am, all yours.â you sigh, totally and utterly content as your nerve endings pulsed with pleasure.
âgood girl.â lando praises, his voice fucked out and lovestruck.
as if heâs rewarding you for your admission, the pad of his finger slips down your navel, finding your clit. youâre soaked for him, wet and warm, and he traces circles into the bundle of nerves, each touch sending you keening back into him.
âso close.â you sound like youâre begging, pleading for him to let you finish all over him.
âgotta say please.â he nips the skin of your shoulder and you squirm, toes curling.
âplease, lando.â you writhe, canting your hips back against him.
âsound so pretty for me.â he coos, peppering kisses down your neck.
his fingers speed up against your folds, working you perfectly to a sweet release. everything is still blurred by sleep, your body overly sensitive from the cool air pouring in through the window and the slumber still lodged in your bones.
âcum with me.â you slur, your eyes squeezing shut. you almost turn into him, convulsing in his arms to the point where youâd be staring into his stormy eyes if you could manage to pry yours open.
âlet me see those eyes.â he commands, your entire body shuddering. you blink, staring up at him, and you both fold, meeting your ends. he looks fierce, starved, completely enamoured with every single way your face moves.
your jaw hangs agape, a choked cry stifled in the back of your throat. itâs all too much, and just about enough, huge, calloused hands roaming your body as your shake, spilling all over him.
âgod.â you breathe, flopping limply against him. he stays buried inside of you, his face lost to the damp skin of the crook of your neck.
âi never would of left all those mornings if i knew this is the good morning iâd get.â lando laughs, the sound deep and wholesome. you cosy yourself up even closer to him.
ânot letting you leave from now on.â you murmur, smiling to yourself when you feel his lips press against the back of your head.
âyou couldnât get rid of me if you tried.â
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sorry this is soooo bad lmao i felt the urge to write something short n sweet xoxo
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