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I'm trying to write a thing (probably only in my head, let's be realistic) and so I have some thoughts?
Sunshine x Grumpy prompts
(specifically a dommy Sunshine and a subby Grumpy, but read/swap these as you will)
Meetings
- They physically bump into each other in the street. Sunshine is trying to gather up Grumpy's stuff and straighten them out, but Grumpy is just trying to get away from Sunshine's overpowering energy.
-> Then afterwards, Grumpy is the one who keeps thinking about the encounter.
- There are no rooms left in the hotel/inn. Sunshine overhears Grumpy all but begging for any kind of room at all, and offers to share theirs.
- Every day, Grumpy walks past Sunshine dancing in a slightly inconvenient place (like a sidewalk or in front of a coffee shop). Eventually, they start watching Sunshine briefly when they come across them. Then, Sunshine makes direct eye contact and motions for them to dance, too.
-> Grumpy may not dance with them, but maybe Sunshine decides to make it their life's mission to tease out the dance moves in Grumpy's heart.
- Grumpy notices Sunshine gently handling a disliked/misunderstood animal. They instantly wonder if Sunshine would be willing to handle them (disliked and misunderstood as they are) so gently.
- People generally assume Grumpy is cruel/brutish in a fight. But when Sunshine sees them being merciful and diplomatic in the face of conflict, their heart goes all aflutter. They must not let this wonderful person slip through their fingers.
Acquaintances to Friends/Lovers
- They know each other only in passing, and Grumpy assumes Sunshine to be a total ditz. But when a fight between strangers breaks out in a tight space, Sunshine rushes into the fray to break it up. (Maybe the sight of Sunshine being strong and capable does something to Grumpy.)
-> Alternatively, it could be an emergency/crisis that Grumpy or another stranger are having (such as choking on something, a severe allergic reaction, or an illness or injury taking a sudden turn for the worse).
- They work together, and Sunshine has been making their way around the workplace day by day, doing something happy and cheerful and everything for each person. Grumpy is dreading the day it's their turn.
*Relationship Intensifies*
- Sunshine is a terrible cook. Grumpy pulls out the apron and shows them a thing or two.
- Sunshine opens up about their dark past during a quiet moment. It is remarkably (even freakishly) similar to what Grumpy went through.
- Sunshine notices that while Grumpy's actions say, "Do not perceive me," their body language screams, "I need you specifically to hold me."
- Over the past few weeks/months, Sunshine and Grumpy have been spending more and more time together. Right as Grumpy starts to feel comfortable opening up, they realize⌠Sunshine actually doesn't talk about themself. Practically at all.
After Dark
- Grumpy is too nervous/self-conscious to initiate, even though being with Sunshine is all they've been thinking about for the past ten minutes.
-> Sunshine miraculously notices and treats Grumpy so sweetly that Grumpy almost breaks.
->-> Or they do break, and Sunshine's happy to pick up the pieces afterwards.
- Sunshine's "I'll get a smile out of you yet!" attitude shifting into "You're mine and no one will ever hurt you" when things get hot.
- Grumpy's "I refuse to burden people with my presence" attitude becoming "Please, I need every last piece of you" when things get going.
- Grumpy and Sunshine have to switch roles a little when Sunshine drops after they're together.
#sunshine x grumpy#grumpy x sunshine#prompts#romance prompts#writeblr#sunshine x grumpy prompts#grumpy x sunshine prompts#meet cute#relationship prompts#steamy prompts#spicy prompts#đ¸ď¸#this is all I've got for now#I might just edit this and add a couple or reblog with more later#depends on how many more I have probably#I have no content for these two; only vibes#you know how it is
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swap au or something
ekko -> viktor
viktor -> jinx
jinx -> ekko
i read this fic and got inspired. it doesn't follow the canon to it but it inspired me (do check it out though it's really cool)
if you got any au questions then throw em at me (i've only watched arcane once tho so i might not have answers)
(more in the tags)
#diinoposting#yippee diino art#random au ideas#arcane swap au#arcane#ekko arcane#jinx arcane#viktor arcane#forgot to add#viktor gets 2 hexclaws for braid equivalent#they also are what he uses the stolen hextech to power#as like equivalent also to jinx's guns and weapons#it's cool#ekko here still becomes machine herald in place of vik#it's less religiony but he is still saviour in the eyes of the healed#jinx at first still quite likes bombs but switched to more defensive weapons after creating the firelights#definitely will still create time travel too#jayvik probably won't happen in this au except for maybe really later. they kinda fought at the start and it was pretty irreversable#viktor hates jayce and piltover with a passion because viktor created a bomb and was gonna use it on enforcers but jayce thinks now that al#-zaunites are chaotic and violent. he doesn't want to work with someone who's making bombs that will kill their beloved police force#this is like really far back tho. a couple years or so after viktor's boat scene. so it's not exactly fully rational thought yet#since they got small child brains (in terms of development and core values. they're still both super smart)#then since hears their argument and viktor accidentally sets off the bomb. jayce retreats and takes their main notebook back to piltover.#singed i mean. typo#meanwhile vik gets adopted by silco who promises that jayce and the rest of piltover will see his potential someday (likely violently tbfr)#the bomb and the boat are currently his best work and silco sees use in all of it. the bombs are well. bombs. but the boat has really well#-made mechanisms which can be used for other stuff#i think im gonna stop rambling in the tags now lol#any questions feel free to ask cause this idea has definitely split off from it's source inspiration#ok thanks gang
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F frame muscle preset wip
#this is like version 20 I think idk#I didnât fix the sharp edge on the side of the chest honestly itâs not even that noticeable#the troubleshooting has been so annoying but I love the result#preset is pretty versatile if want lean you got it if you want bulky you can if you have two specific body sliders#maybe Iâll make variations one day but this is good for now#speaking of sliders when I figure out how many body sliders I use I add some recommendations for sliders to make the preset look better#as well as recommend some muscle skin overlays#sometime later Iâll probably ask for like three people to test the preset in game but I still gotta figure some others things out first#last two pics is just default ea muscle skin texture through the side sliders#sorry for all the bikinis just needed to show the body without it being nude :/#oh and also it dawned me that this coupled with a flat chest top would be great for more body variation#that she hulk sim is fucking cool đŁď¸đŁď¸#mr.txt
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any more details on essence characters? đđ like any extras u wanna share about them
Oh so many things precious anon... I fear there's more lore to be had before that. And I'd share new characters but I'm very eepy rn (only just got to answering this ask)
But! I'll share a fun fact about each party member as a bit more of characterization for them.
Lily: she gets a really gnarly scar on her face from a fight. Like, "Oh shit that's a line that goes across a good portion of my face" kind of scar.
Percival: has nicknames for every member of the party. The only 2 I've decided on are Fluffball (for Alex) and Munchkin (for Lily, which is funny considering Percy is about an inch and a half taller than her)
Will: Will's into theater! A great singer and a fantastic actor. He will go into random voices for no real rime or reason.
Alex: Alex's spirit weapons are the last ones of the main party I thought of! I settled on dual knives/blades that are based off of the kukri, and also have the ability to return-to-sender ala boomerangs.
Enzo: they have a huge sweet tooth, and they would stay up with some of the team members/spirits and just. Eat sweets together :)
Robin: She's really good at knitting. She'll often make little felt squares/blankets/whatnot for the group, and uses the activity as a bit of a destresser.
#odevasks#O.Dev's Essence#i feel like i had a tag for the main party but i forgor#lily's scar was the first character detail that was hard set in stone. dead set on scarring my main character lol#i think the scar came before her name now that i put a bit of thought to it lmao#i probably should update that initial post bc a couple things have changed?#mainly Will. dont want to make him super duper stoic. more so a comic relief char w/ that Plot Relevance and Serious Backstory#he's still the character he is. he's just a bit goofy sometimes :3#also need to add a few characters to their inspos. and maybe even somgs?#anyway. guess i gotta work on those lore posts sooner than later#ill do it tomorrow#hopefully. maybe. we'll see#ok time to pass out
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if all goes according to plan I should be able to post my new v*shwood fic soon! monday at most. I'm very excited to share it!
debating whether I should title it âscar-crossed loversâ or âfor a sinner like meâ đ¤
#bee talks#i finished editing it today#just need to reread it one more time for typos and last touch-ups#and also gotta get it betaed#I think I'm really happy with it!#it has ace vash but I might not tag it because it's just hinted at a couple of times in passing....#but I'm scared it'll put people off from giving it a chance when my hc is not relevant to the fic#so I'll probably add the tag later or something#OH ALSO IT'S WOLFWOOD POV#went really well for my first time i think
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Hey there been a while, use this ask to rant abt a random thing on your mind you wanna share
gods, i sure love being so fucking head empty the second i look at this /s
seriously sitting here having to struggle to think of things right now... like i know some stuff that's generally on my mind but I either don't want to talk about it/talk about it publicly (not necessarily an invitation to ask about those things, no offense intended; just an acknowledgement) or do not have the words to convey my thoughts on things beyond a Growl.
I'm trying to think of something I won't go Too Unhinged about for this blog,,, truly a struggle. perhaps a line of thinking to abandon, for this.
ugh. it was kind of simmering for a minute but i dont think i have the energy for a coherent rant on my hatred for capitalism/the way our society functions at the moment. but know that that is generally a big thing that is always brewing and it makes my teeth Ache.
time for a complete tonal shift: here's my fucking gordon ramsey frozen dinner reviews (for ones I've tried so far)
mushroom risotto: sucked major ass, literally could not even swallow the first and only bite I took. it is possible I just do not enjoy mushroom risotto or risotto itself! or that I fucked it up somehow, though that feels less likely? idk. 0/5
mac and cheese (four cheese? i forget what this one is actually called): literally do not even remember anything about it so it must have been pretty mid. stouffers (stoufers?) is king in this field, so far as I've tried in terms of- again- FROZEN- mac n cheese dinners. 2/5 (it get a 2 and not a 3 because it's disappointing and possibly a sign that I don't even remember it)
fish & chips: i actually really liked this one ngl. chips desperately need to be seasoned though. idk if they're just not supposed to be or something but I'm sorry, potatoes and seasoning are In Love and you Will Not Separate Them. I just add some myself after the fact; I can eat the fish without a sauce and be content, although I like to try and whip up something to go with it. 4.6/5 (possibly a touch high of a rating considering the initial disappointment those chips presented, but it's whatever man. sometimes there's a piece that's really small and gets nice and crispy,,, that's totally what raises it back up for me)
slow braised beef in a red wine reduction sauce: gonna be real, since this one was microwave only I was extremely anxious about it for some reason. but it was actually really good! wish there was more carrots? but it was seriously, surprisingly tasty. 4.7/5 (there were some bits that were a little more.. crisp I guess? not quite the word I'm looking for, maybe. but it seriously wasn't an issue- my refusal to give it a full 5 is based solely on feeling like it needed more carrots and mushrooms to balance with the potatoes. This one might be my favorite, despite what ratings may indicate.)
chicken pot pie: literally just had this one today! (was anxious abt trying it) honestly really good imo! I made it in the oven, for full disclosure. 4.8/5- would be 5, but I have had Really Good chicken pot pie that a friend makes, so if I consider that a 5 I want to push this back a touch.
and those should be the only ones I've tried
I got this lemon chicken ? one to try sometime, and I think the only other one remaining otherwise would be lasagna- but I don't really enjoy the way it feels to eat any sort of tomato/red sauce with little bits of meat in it, so I think I'll probably refrain. (if he ever puts out a cheese lasagna or something though...)
#asks#anon#should i tag this with other things? eehhh#food#i guess#idk that i want this showing up in some potential tags really sjfkshj#maybe ill come back and add more later#mm. you know what though? this kinda feels like it deserves to just be in my talking tag#jay.txt#honestly a couple of these probably have. maybe i will go do that at some point
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JJK MEN: BABY, CAN YOU CALL ME BACK?
⊠⧠Ë. [ GOJO, TOJI, GETO ] your boyfriend's gone for work, and you gotta convince him to come back home over the phone... NSFW
contents: fem!reader. phone sex, voice kink, video taking, dick pics, blah blah blah. you can probably guess the rest. not proofread + mostly written while i was half-asleep. 2.3k words.
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â SATORU GOJO
âbaby, i miss you,â satoru mumbles, voice soft and sleepy from the other end of the phone. you hear the sound of sheets rustling against his phoneâs microphone as he rolls over, groaning softly. âi canât wait to come home to you.â
you plop down on your bed and turn your phone on speaker as you rest your back against the headboard, stifling a yawn before you reply. âme too⌠itâs so lonely without you here.â
âi know,â satoru says, and even though itâs not a video call, youâre absolutely certain heâs grinning like the cocky idiot he is. âtell me âbout your day, sweetheart. wanna know what youâve been doing without me.â
you roll your eyes and smile, checking your nails as you reply. ânothing much, itâs kinda boring without you here.â
âtell me more,â satoru murmurs, and he thinks that heâs so lucky you two arenât on a facetime call, because his hand is slipping down to the waistband of his pants and heâs tugging them off, releasing his already-hardened dick. âi wanna know everything.â
you donât think much of the way satoruâs breathing has gotten noticeably choppier as you ramble about the little things thatâve happened in your day so farâafter all, how could you know that heâs stroking himself to the sound of your voice?
âso, yeah, thatâs basically everything,â you finish, exhaling softly. the moment you stop talking, you hear the soft groans that satoruâs been fighting to hide the whole time, and suddenly, it clicks. âwait, satoru, have you been fucking yourself the whole tiââ
âmaybe,â your boyfriend replies instantly, pausing and taking a long, unsteady breath before he continues, âwanna join me?â you donât reply immediately, but soon, his voice turns pleading. âcâmon, baby, missinâ you so much⌠lemme hear you, sweet girl. help your boyfriend out, pleeeaââÂ
âokay, okay,â you give in, reaching down and tugging off your shorts. a second later, your panties are discarded as well, and your fingers start to circle your clit at the sound of satoruâs voice.
âmm, you touching yourself, baby?â satoru breathes, hand still wrapped around his dick. you hum in agreement, and the hand holding your phone grows tighter the faster your circles get. satoru clicks his tongue after a couple seconds, and adds, âdonât hold back, i wanna hear you.â
âokay,â you mumble, missing his familiar touch now more than ever. âi miss you so much, âtoru,â you whisper, voice already a little shaky from your own fingers. but it still isnât enough to push you over the edgeâyou both know that only satoru has the skill to do that.
âi know you do,â satoru teases, an amused lilt in his voice. âbet those pretty hands of yours couldnât make ya cum half as fast as i could, yeah?â
heâs right, but it doesnât stop you from tryingâgod, you wish your boyfriend were here and inside of you, but for now, his voice is all that you have. âbaby, these past couple days, all i couldâfuck, all i could think about was that pretty pussy of yours,â satoru chokes out, hand moving up and down the length of his dick faster. âso tight fâme, all just for me,â he mumbles, throwing his head back and gritting his teeth.
âs-satoru, i need you,â you mewl out, legs starting to tremble just at the thought of him. âneed your dick inside of me, pleaââ
âcanât do that, princess,â satoru sighs, groaning at the sound of your desperate request. âwish i could, though.. but we gotta wait for a couple days, fuck.â
you stop rubbing your clit and instead slip two fingers inside your cunt, wrist shaking at you pump your fingers up and down at his request. âs�� not as good as you, âtoru,â you whine, hips unconsciously rocking against your hand. âcome home soon, please, canât wait for that longââ
satoru laughs breathily and moans shamelessly into his phone, mumbling something about work or a mission or somethingâbut you donât really catch the details, too occupied with fucking yourself to the thought of your boyfriend. âso impatient, arenât ya?â satoru exhales, thrusting into his own fist and fantasizing about your warm, tight cunt instead. âfuck, baby, miss you and your cunt so fuckinâ badââ
âthen come home, âtoru,â you plead, hardly able to choke out your words coherently. âplease, satoru, i need you hereââ
your boyfriend cuts you off with a series of porn-worthy groans, mixing in your name wherever he can as he cums into his hand. itâs not satisfying, and it doesnât feel half as good as it would if he were fucking your pussy instead. so, after a couple seconds, he mumbles, âwhatever you say, princess, iâll be there by tomorrow.âÂ
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â TOJI FUSHIGURO
âyouâre an asshole,â you mutter into your phone. toji only scoffs in reply, a disbelieving edge to his voice. âtoji, listen to meââ
âiâm listeninâ, princess,â toji grumbles. âyeah, i know i said iâd be home by tonight, but somethinâ came up. sâ not my fault iâm surrounded by idiots.â and he makes no effort of hiding his disdain at your stubbornnessâsome things were just out of his control, including how long it took for most of his missions to get completed.
âdonât call me that,â you snap, climbing into your bed and pulling a pillow onto your lap. toji sighs, and itâs a long, lengthy exhale that surely has to be exaggerated. âfuck you, toji, you promised youâd be home by tonight.âÂ
your boyfriend laughs incredulously into his phone, chortling for a good twenty seconds before he replies, âi donât remember promising anything, nâ what do ya need me home for anyways? whatâs so fuckinâ important, huh?â
well, thereâs no way youâre telling him the real reason you want him home so badlyâheâd just laugh at you and your desperation for him. but honestly, after going for more than a week without his dick, youâre really fucking close to telling him that. instead, you reply, âmaybe i just miss my boyfriend.â
âmore like you just want dick, donât ya, pretty?â
toji sees right through your pitiful liesâhe always does. you donât respond for a long while, and your boyfriend fills up the silence by laughing again. âshoulda just said so. i missed fuckinâ that tight cunt of yours too, idiot.â
âso will you come home now?â
âmm, you gotta convince me.â
âhow?â you groan, dragging a hand down your face.Â
âshow me jusâ how much you miss me, and maybe iâll consider cominâ back early if you can prove it to me,â toji says, and you can hear the smile in his voice as your screen lights up with a request to facetime.Â
you accept, and a second later, your boyfriendâs face fills up your screen. his dark eyes are squinted from the sudden light, but the corners of his lips curl upwards when he sees you. âhey, princess.â
âhey, asshole.â
âyou want to get fucked tomorrow night or not?â he drawls, a lazy smile playing on his face when that shuts you up. ânow câmon, letâs see that pussy. open wide fâme.â
you mutter something about him being the worst boyfriend ever before you tug down the waistband of your panties, exposing your neglected, puffy cunt. your clothes are quickly discarded somewhere, allowing you to angle your phone downwards and show toji what heâs missing.
âoh, fuckinâ hell,â toji mutters, navy eyes fixed on your cunt as you slip two fingers inside and start pumping them in and out of your hole. the dim lighting of your room bounces off the slick already coating your cunt, making it look wetter than ever to tojiâand you can practically see the longing in his eyes as he watches you fuck yourself.
âplease, toji,â you mumble, spreading your legs even wider to show off your pussy to him. âmiss you so much, pleaseâfuck, please come home,â you plead, doing your best to put on a show for him. at this point, youâre so touch starved that youâd do anything to get him backâanything to satisfy you, since your own fingers canât even give you half the pleasure toji can.
âso desperate, arenât ya?â toji tuts, eying you with interest. âtch, patheticâŚâ
you whine in response to his words, hips rolling against your own hand as you futilely try to convince your head that itâs a dick in between your legs and not your own fingers. âfuck, toji, iâll do anythinââ
âanything?â he instantly cuts you off, cocking an eyebrow as if heâs intrigued. you nod desperately, almost willing to do anything and everything for him if it meant he could fill up the empty spot in between your thighs. âyou promise?â
ây-yeah, anything,â you whimper, throwing your head back as your hand starts to grow sore.Â
toji hums in approval, and a moment later, he replies, âalright then. iâll head back tomorrow morninâ, but youâre getting fucked for the whole night after. nâ i donât wanna hear any of that âtoji, itâs too much!â bullshit, mâkay?â he snaps, mimicking your voice by raising his pitch two octaves.Â
âokay, i promise,â you choke out, and the second the words leave your lips, toji hangs up.
asshole.
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â SUGURU GETO
âsuguru, i miss you,â you mumble into your phone, burying your face into the blankets wrapped around your shoulders. usually, itâs rare for you to feel cold within your bedroomâsuguruâs presence seems to make everything warmer. but right now, heâs not here, and even your own room feels barren without his comforting aura. âitâs so empty here without youâŚâÂ
âis it, now?â suguru replies coyly from the other end of the call. heâs at some sort of meeting right now, but apparently, heâs on his breakâwhich is good, because you imagine that it might be a little embarrassing for him to take this call if he were in the middle of the meeting. âi miss you too, baby. you and that pretty pussy of yours, heh.â
âsuguââ
your boyfriend interrupts you with a soft, teasing laugh, lowering his voice when he adds, âdo you want to know what iâd do to you if i was with you right now?â
you swallow back the âyesâ you so desperately want to say, instead whispering, âarenât you in public?â
ânah, iâm in the bathroom right now,â suguru clarifies. ânow câmon, answer the question.â
â...yeah,â you admit. itâs been over a week since you last had any sort of sexual contact with suguruâyouâll take what you can get.
your boyfriend laughs again, sultry voice pouring out your phoneâs speakers and straight into your throbbing cunt when he starts describingâin great detailâthe things he would do to you if he was on top of you right now.
â...and then, i would flip you over and fuck you face-down ass-up for hours,â suguru adds casually, enjoying the sounds of your muffled moansâyouâre trying so hard to hide them, but little do you know that itâs only too obvious to suguru.Â
two of your fingers are circling your clit as suguru speaks, and your own hand is clasped over your mouth as you struggle to hide the effects of suguruâs voice on youâand he just keeps talking.
âyeah, and when i finally let you cum all over my dick, iâd just keep going,â suguru cooes, tempted to pull down his pants and take care of his own boner right then and there. but unlike you, your boyfriend has some ounce of resilience, and as he checks the time on his phone, he realizes that he has to get back to his meeting soon anyways.
âsuguruââ you moan, unable to stifle your little whimpers any longer. âwanâ you so bad, pleaseââ
âsilly girl, what do you mean, you want me so bad?â suguru says amusedly. âiâm already yours, arenât i?â
âyou know what i mean,â you huff, rocking your hips against your fingers in an attempt to force yourself to cum. but unfortunately, ever since you started fucking with suguru, your own fingers arenât good enoughâeven if you could hypothetically make yourself orgasm, it wouldnât give you even a fraction of the pleasure your boyfriend could. âplease, sugu, i wanna see you.â
and just like that, any remaining self-restraint suguru has snapsâthe sound of you begging is enough to make him do anything in the world.
suguru hastily unzips his pants, releasing his dripping dick. he runs his thumb over the leaking tip, smearing the pre-cum all over its head. âfuck, baby, iâm at work right now,â he mutters into his phone, rolling his eyes affectionately when he hears you giggle. âone pic. then iâm going back to my meeting.â
âmâkay!â you agree, pulling the phone away from your ear and turning it on speaker as you eagerly wait for the pictures to send.
suguru holds up his phone and snaps a picture of his dick resting in his palm, stroking it with that hand and sending you the image with the other. âalright, sweetheart, gotta get back to work,â suguru sighs, unable to get his boner to settle downâhe figures the only way itâll happen is if he ends the call, which he really needs to do.
âaw, do you have to?â
âyeah, sorry âbout that,â he mutters, removing the phone from his ear to end the call.
âwait, whatâre you sending meâoh, fuck, youâre the worst,â suguru groans when he clicks the notification and sees a video of what youâre doing to yourself right nowâitâs a five second video of you pumping your fingers in and out of your puffy cunt to his voice, and there goes his resolve to stay at work.
âi fuckinâ hate you, baby⌠see you in a couple hours.â
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NDA | Coriolanus Snow
When you get hired as a nanny for President Snow and his wife's firstborn, youâre beyond thrilled and grateful. But quickly, the perfect facade melts, revealing the ugly truth of what actually goes on in the Snows' house.
Warnings: NON-CON, Capitol! Reader, Innocent Reader, Cheating, Coercion, Blackmail, Power Imbalance
This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.
Your worried eyes track the frenzied glide of the womanâs quill over the notepad. You squint, hoping to discern some of the words sheâs scrawling that way, but they are indiscernibleâŚjust like the stone-cold expression of the bespectacled woman on the other side of the desk.
She catches you trying to peek. Your heart jumps.
As her sharp green gaze zeroes in on you, you clear your throat and shift in your seat.
She puts her quill down and twines her fingers.
âSo what do you think sets you apart from the other applicants?â
You chew on your lip. When you arrived to offer your candidature this morning, you naively believed youâd be early. Instead, you were forced to join the tail end of the massive waiting line stretching far outside the Snowsâ estate. It didnât hit you before that moment, how prized the position is. Each of the women and girls you saw radiated excellent breeding and impeccable manners. Many probably attended the University and could double as a tutor if the need presents itself.
This isnât your case. Your parents left you and your brother Laertes with nothing when they suddenly passed away in a rebel bombing. You couldnât blame them. This wasn't the plan. Who plans on dying and leaving their two children to fend for themselves?
Still, you now have a list of bills the length of your arm coupled with a massive mortgage to pay every month. And as Laertesâ sole caretaker, you must ensure you can afford to send him to University once he completes his education in the Academy.
Circumstances denied you that chance. Despite being of universityâs age, you couldnât afford the cost of tuition and had to drop out as soon as you got accepted. You want better for your little brother.
So as soon as you heard the news that President Snow and First Lady Livia Cardew were in search of a nanny for their son Martius, you jumped on the opportunity to apply. You rose before the sun, rummaged through your motherâs closet to find her best dress, and hailed a car to come here.
Itâs a long shot, of course. Youâre not as polished and impressive as some of the other women. Youâre also noticeably younger. But the wages promised alone compelled you to take a chance despite the odds being unfavorable.
Fiddling with your hands, you meet the womanâs impassive stare head-on.
âWhat sets me apart?â You mull over your answer. You could paint a false, august portrait of yourself, your skills and your accomplishments. Or try to at least.
But what would be the point of pretending to be someone youâre not only to be found out later on? So you elect to tread the path of honesty.
âNothing,â you say. âBut Iâm a hard worker. A very hard worker. In fact, I already have three jobs, one at a bakery, another as a clerk in an antique shop and I assist Fabricia Whatnot at her boutique sometimes.â Panic quivers inside you as the woman quickly jots something down on her notepad. You swiftly specify, â...But Iâll quit all of them if I get the position, of course.â You lick your lips as knots tie your stomach. âI can learn everything there is to learn on the spot. I love children, andâŚâ You trail off, gaze traveling to your lap as you muse if you should reveal more. Your fists clench as you add, âI have a little brother whoâs a few years older than Martius, and Iâm really hoping I get this opportunity so I can give him the life he deserves.â
An unnerving quiet occupies the air. The wait is agony, your nails digging painfully into your palms. The jagged drumming of your heart bleeds inside your ears as she studies you.
Eventually, she leans back in the velvet chair, her face betraying no thought or emotion.
âYouâre dismissed,â she says.
Your heart plummets to your feet. You shakily rise, dispirited as you drag your heels towards the door. You steal a glance above your shoulder. The womanâs attention has already drifted away from you as she shouts for the next applicant.
You sourly exit the office. You try to swallow your dejection as you note how many women are still waiting in line, each of them likely more qualified and experienced. Itâs obvious you tanked the interview. Shoulders slumping, you take resigned steps through the elegant, palatial hallways of the Snowâs mansion. You get lost in admiring the crystal and gold chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings. There isnât an inch of the house that doesnât scream excessive, unattainable wealth.
You take your time soaking it in. Chances are youâll never step foot in such a place in your lifetime ever again.
Distracted, you donât notice the person in front of you before itâs too late. You bump straight into a hard, inflexible body.Â
The sudden collision threatens your balance.
Fingers coil around your wrists as you stagger back, preventing your impending collapse onto the marbled floor.
As your attention drifts skywards, your jaw drops at who fills your vision.
âP-President Snow, my deepest apologies, s-sir,â you stammer, flames licking your cheeks.
As if you didnât make yourself look dimwitted enough before, you now carelessly crashed into the leader of all of Panem. Just when you thought the day couldnât possibly get worse.
You take him in. It truly is him. Shock fills you.Â
 Tall and dazzling in a crisp white shirt and crimson vest that hints at his lean physique beneath the clothes, his signature blond waves slicked away from his face, he looks every bit the important figure that he is.
The flickering TV screen you own at home doesnât do him justice.
A gentle smirk unfurls on his lips.
âItâs quite alright. Iâm not made of sugar,â he jests.
âNoâŚyouâre not, your highnessâŚmajesty...I mean sir.â
Your blunder expands his smile. His cerulean gaze drags over your frame.
âAre you here for the nursemaid position?â
âI am, sir.â You unleash a deep exhale, his inquiry tossing salt on the fresh wound. The interviewer clearly wasnât impressed by your less than stellar performance. Maybe you should have tried to mimic the way the girls with whom you attended the Academy behave more. They carry themselves with such confidence, wading through the world with the certainty of their destinies being secure, bereft of hardships unlike district dwellers.
You envy how carefree they get to be. Everyday you wake up worried youâll come up short on a bill and you and Laertes will be forced to leave your family home. No matter how diligent you are at work, there never seems to be enough money to sustain the two of you. Even with three jobs, youâre barely eking out a decent living for you and your little brother. Many times, youâve gone to bed hungry just so Laertes would not.
You donât even realize tears have filled your eyes to the brim until a handkerchief is daintily pressed into your cheeks.
Flabbergasted, you blink up at President Snow.Â
âThank you,â you exhale, stunned by his kind gesture.
âWhatâs the matter?â he asks.
You search his eyes. Genuine interest lights up his pellucid blue orbs.
Without much thought, you confess, âI just donât think I did very well with my interview.â
As he scrutinizes you in silence, cocking his head sideways, embarrassment rushes through you.
Words anxiously leave your lips in a tremulous string.
âGod, Iâm so sorry, spilling my problems to you as if youâre not an extremely busy man, sir.â
He shakes his head. âItâs quite alright. And do not count yourself defeated, sweetheart.â Your pulse stutters when he bends over you to whisper, âYou may have left a stronger impression than you think.â
He nudges the pocket square between your hands. Itâs still damp with your tears. You gape at it in awe. President Snowâs initials are elegantly etched in the left corner of the fabric.
âHere. Keep it. Though Iâd much prefer it if you didnât cry.â He pauses, studying you. âGirls as lovely as you never should.â
His words send your heart into a frenzy. For a while, youâre too stunned to move. You then shake yourself back to reality, noticing youâre now staring at the empty space where he used to stand. Heâs gone. You look ahead. Heâs already miles away from you, wrapped in conversation with who seems to be an assistant of his.Â
Your thumbs press against the soft fabric of the pocket square. Cheeks ablaze, you hold it to your nose. It smells like roses, the same delicate scent that wafted from him a few minutes ago. Your back prickles. You pivot and are astonished to find the envious glares of some of the applicants still waiting in line zeroed in on you. Self-conscious, you rush to continue your exit, fleeing away from the hateful stares.Â
As the outside gates come into sight, you canât suppress an elated smile. Itâs not everyday someone meets President Snow and receives such a gift from him. Shoving the handkerchief in your pocket, you vow to place it somewhere safe and always cherish it.Â
When you return home, your brotherâs already sitting in the living room, his tiny brows scrunched in concentration and his nose buried in his books. Your stomach sinks. Everything you did today was for him. You canât help but feel you missed out on a huge opportunity, one thatâd have changed the course of his life forever. You glance around at the apartment. The walls are crumbling. The wooden floors are creaking. The pipes in the kitchen have been leaking for weeks, a measly bucket you must empty every morning the only thing preventing a flood. And at night, the pitter-patter of rodentsâ paws resonates from the ceiling.
Every inch of your family home is in dire need of repairs.
Unfortunately, every penny you earn goes into rent and food, meaning the house falls apart a bit more everyday. Perhaps one day, you and Laertes will awake beneath the rubble of whatâs left of your childhood home. Nightmares of that sometimes keep you up at night.
âHow was the Academy today?â you chime, rummaging through the kitchen cabinets. Worry twists your chest. There isnât much left. Youâll need to make do with cabbage and whatever other veggies are left. Perhaps you could toss in some leftover dried meat and make a stew.
âMy teacher signed me up for advanced trigonometry,â your brother announces.
You close the cabinet and beam at him.
âOh, that sounds hard. Iâm proud of you.â It doesnât exactly surprise you. Laertesâ always been exceptionally smart. Even his teachers noticed how gifted he is from an early age. Unlike you, he breezed through middle school and now the Academy.
Itâs why itâs crucial you make sure he can go to the University. A mind like his shouldnât be wasted.
You brother shrugs, exuding nonchalance.
âItâs fine.â
You rush to him. You wrap your arm around him playfully and hug him in his chair, pulling his cheek like when he was little. You know he hates when you do that but you canât help teasing him a bit. Itâs your duty as a big sister after all.
âDonât downplay it. My little brotherâs a genius.â
He wriggles his way out of the hug, rolling his eyes.Â
âStop it.â
You head back to the kitchen and fire the stove.
âIâll make you something,â you say, smiling at your brother.
His brows knit. âMake something for yourself first.â
You nibble your bottom lip. You truly hoped he wouldnât notice, how much smaller than his your portions are. But heâs growing; he needs it. Much more than you. Besides, how can he focus at the Academy and be the brilliant boy he is supposed to be with a growling stomach? You wonât allow it.
âLaertesâŚâ
He shakes his head, his expression firm.
âNo. You always do this. This time, we split whatever is left.â
Heaving out a resigned exhale, you nod. You whirl to resume preparing dinner.
You gather a boiling pot from the overhead cabinet and place it on the stove. With the ease of practice, you begin chopping vegetables and tossing them into the pot. You add spices and water. The mouthwatering aroma quickly fills the kitchen. Pride swells in your chest. Your cooking skills have improved so much in the last year since your parents passed. You now manage to bring flavor to the blandest of meals.Â
Once the stewâs ready, you pour a portion in each bowl, putting just a little more in your brotherâs and praying he will not notice.
You place the steaming bowls on the table and take a seat opposite him.
âNo books at the dining table,â you admonish, mimicking the exact tone your mother used with your brother. Admitting defeat, Laertes sighs and sets his homework aside. The tiny victory tugs your lips skyward.
He tells you about his day at the Academy while the two of you eat. Youâre delighted to hear heâs making a lot of friends and heâs at the top of his class for most science subjects. Heâs struggling a bit more with his poetry and ethics classes, but you encourage him by reminding him he can just ask the teacher for extra assignments to keep his grade up.
âI interviewed for a new job today,â you reveal, stirring the spoon in your bowl while waiting for your brother to eat more of his food.
âHow did it go?â
âWell, it pays really well so Iâm hopeful.â
The hope dancing in his eyes makes your chest ache. You donât have the heart to tell him you made a fool of yourself today. You may not be gifted like your brother, but you want him to know he can rely on you at least.
Pursing his mouth, he looks down at his stew.
âThatâs great. Itâd be good if you didnât have to work as much.â
Your smile falters. âDonât worry. I have everything under control.â
âOkay.â
His dour tone stirs your concern. You wish you were better at hiding things from him, making his childhood as normal as possible. But your brotherâs twelve now, and thatâs old enough to sense when things are wrong.
He rises from his seat. You frown as you note thereâs still food left in his bowl.
âFinish your plate before going to your room.â
Annoyance pinches his features but he still picks up his bowl and hastily guzzles down the remainder of his stew.
âHappy now?â he says, wiping his mouth.
âYes. Very,â you cheerfully respond.
He gathers his books and strides towards his room.Â
Your voice rises.
âDonât stay up too late to study, okay? I love you.â
âIâŚlove you too,â he mumbles.
You bask in the moment as you clean the table. Thankfully Laertes is still at an age where he says it back. One day he might not. So you must cherish every instant. Every conversation, every hug, every âI love youâ. Because it could all vanish in a second. You learned that the hard way a year ago.
The day of the interview recedes to the back of your mind as you keep living your life. Work is harrowing, as usual, but you tend to your tasks as best as you can. Your arms ache as you knead the dough in the back of the bakery. You give yourself a second to wipe the sweat off your forehead. Itâs been a hectic afternoon. Thereâs a massive pastry order for some Capitol heiressâ birthday due tomorrow. So youâve been racing between the front desk and the kitchen in the back. A baker called in sick today, leaving you with twice the workload.
You know it wonât take much to crash into your bed and fall asleep tonight.
To make matters worse, the day hits its nadir when you get your pay that day. You peer inside the envelope for the umpteenth time. An anxious chuckle peals out of your lips.Â
âIâm sorry I donât want to complain, butâŚthis doesnât match the hours I put in.â
The owner scratches the back of his neck, a contrite expression etched on his face.
âIâm sorry too. With the new taxes imposed by the Capitol, I had to cut your salary.â
Slack-jawed by the news, no word leaves your mouth as you stare at him. He sighs.
âIf itâs a problem, we can find someone else-â
âNo, no,â you interrupt, blinking in panic. âPlease, I need this job.â
He acquiesces and youâre forced to thank him despite feeling cheated. You actually scaled back your hours for your other part-times since this one paid more. What a waste.Â
Dispirited, you return home. As you give the driver a bill for the fare, your insides wrench. Every bill counts. Perhaps youâll need to walk back home from now on. The streets of the Capitol are notoriously dangerous but you canât see any other way to save your dwindling wages. You already know youâll need to request an extension for rent this month. How will you pay it, however?
You suppose youâll have to figure it out. You always figure it out.
These are the somber thoughts swaying in your mind as you check the mailbox.Â
Bills. Bills. And more bills. Your already sour mood plummets even more. But a slim, silver envelope sticking out from the pile corrals your focus. Curiosity surges inside you. It looks fancy and thereâs a wax seal with the Capitolâs symbol keeping it shut. You rush to open it, heart fluttering in strange anticipation.
You unfold the neatly folded letter inside. As you read the words, you gasp, dropping the letter. Still trembling from shock and excitement, you bend to pick it up.Â
You take a deep slow breath before reading it again.Â
This time, a squeal escapes from your lips.Â
You read it many more times to make sure your eyes arenât just conjuring wild fantasies.Â
After a while, you realize they arenât. Itâs true.Â
Holding the letter to your chest, you toss yourself on your bed and kick your feet excitedly.Â
You then place your palm on your forehead. In disbelief, you beam at the ceiling.Â
SomehowâŚyouâve been hired to work for the Snows. You actually got the job.Â
Perhaps there is light at the end of the tunnel.
You fidget before the iron gates, smoothing absent wrinkles on your skirt. Itâs one of the best outfits you could find on short notice that wasnât moth-eaten or visibly overworn. You pray itâs enough. You let your gaze wander. The Snowsâ estate truly is majestic. The lush gardens. The beautiful architecture. You feel a little small as you admire the mansion.
Remembering yourself, you pivot to the man who drove you there. You fish inside your pocket for a bill and hand it to him. He stares at you blankly from the driverâs seat.
A weary sigh ripples behind you.
You turn, your eyes widening. Itâs the woman who interviewed you that day. She wears the same stern expression.
âYou donât need to pay him,â she explains, dismissing the man with her hand. He nods and drives away. âHeâs your assigned driver. Heâll pick you up each day and take you back home.â
âOh.â You offer your hand. âNice to meet youâŚagain.â
She gives you a lengthy onceover, completely ignoring your gesture. Then she motions at you to follow her. You let your hand fall to your side. Heat blooms in your cheeks. Perhaps, you were too enthusiastic just then. Straightening your spine, you try your best to keep pace with her quick strides.
âIâm Pandora. I supervise most housekeeping duties for the president. Iâll show you around the estate. Then youâll meet the young Master.â
She gives you a tour of the mansion. Youâre even more amazed than last time though you try to suppress your awe and not stare excessively. She shows you the garden as well. The sea of snow-white roses makes your head spin. She specifies that the only part of the house that is off-limits is the west wing of the mansion, as these are the First Ladyâs apartments and she must have rest and quiet.
She ends the visit by taking you to the nursery. A smile spontaneously finds its way onto your lips. A toddler plays with his toy train on the floor. With his blonde curls and bright blue eyes, he bears a striking resemblance to his father.
âThatâs him? Heâs so cute,â you whisper. Even the stern womanâs expression thaws a little as she looks at the child, softening ever-so-slightly. You send her a questioning glance. She gives you a nod of approval.Â
You approach the boy and crouch in front of him.
âHi. Youâre Martius, right?â
He lifts his head and beams at you. Youâre immediately endeared. Again, his smile reminds you of President Snow. You suppose one could probably take over the world with a smile like that.Â
You turn to Pandora.
âIs his mother around? I should probably introduce myself.â
Her face pinches. âMistress Livia has been unwell as of late. She is not to be disturbed today as she is quite tired.â
âOf course.â Your lips squeeze shut for a few seconds but curiosity gets the better of you. A question burns on your lips, one that nagged you ever since you got the job. It slips out before you can think it through. âIs thisâŚIs this why the president and his wife require a nanny? The First Lady is sick?â
Pandora glowers at you. You flinch as she steps further inside the room, her searing tone like a whip.
âYou are here to do your job, and nothing else. Mistress Liviaâs health is no concern of yours. Do you hear me?â
You rise on shaky feet. You forgot yourself.
âI-I understand. Iâm sorry I asked.â
âThis reminds me. You have to sign this,â she says, handing you a pen and clipboard. A thin stack of papers are attached to the clipboard. The front page spells âNon-Disclosure Agreementâ in bold letters at the very top. You scowl as you flip through the pages.
âWhatâs that?â
âItâs a contract, one signed by every one of the Presidentâs employees.â
âI donât understand most of whatâs written hereâŚâ
A frustrated exhale peals from her lips.
âIâll make it simple for you then. For the duration of your employment here, nothing you see or hear must ever leave this house. You are here to care for the young master, that is all. Nothing else should concern you. Is that clear enough?â
You swallow thickly. It doesnât sound hard at all. Discretion is essential in every job, isnât it? But the way Pandora makes it sound, youâd assume there are bodies buried beneath the Snowsâ estate. Youâd laugh if her death stare werenât so disquieting.
You peruse the contract, perplexed by most of the legal mumbo jumbo filling the pages. None of it rings any bell. You understand the gist of it however. You must preserve the president and his wifeâs privacy. While you donât know the specifics of the first ladyâs condition, her public appearances have been few and far between in the last few years.
She used to be the envy of every woman in the Capitol. Beautiful, young and married to the dashing President Snow.
She was a fairytale princess come to life.
Then their son Martius was born. And when they held him up from the balcony of their mansion for all of Panem to gaze upon, they truly seemed like the perfect family.
Until one day, Livia Cardew simplyâŚvanished.
She was noticeably absent from all the events of the season, some she even hosted herself. Tongues wagged of course, rumors and wild theories spreading like wildfire.Â
But no one knew the truth of what had happened to her.
The matter seems delicate. You promise yourself not to bring it up again.
You click the pen and scribble your name at the bottom of the very last page.
âIâveâŚnever signed a contract like that before starting a job.â
Pandora lets out a wry chuckle.
âWell, youâve never worked for President Snow.â
As promised, you quit your two other jobs to focus solely on Martius. Youâre hesitant at first. Your departed parents taught you never to put all your eggs in one basket. And itâs exactly what youâd be doing by trusting the Snows. But when you receive your first paycheck, long before the end of the week, every qualm you had fades. Itâs more money than youâve ever had, more money than you expected. Rent isnât an issue anymore. Neither is food.
Besides, gifts keep coming from the estate. Clothes mostly, for both you and Laertes, but also jewelry, perfume and other fancy things you donât need. Overwhelmed by President Snowâs generosity, you try to send some of it back, but you donât have the heart to return everything when you see your brotherâs happy face when he opens his wardrobe one day.
Youâve caught the self-conscious glimpses he casts at his classmates sometimes, when not wearing the Academy uniform. Their clothes are always brand new and custom, perfectly tailored while his are stitched back together by your clumsy hands whenever they fray at the seams. Youâre not a seamstress but youâve always done your best. But you know your best doesnât compare to the access and privilege those kids have.
Other than those blessings, your time with Martius has been a breeze. Only hazy memories of your brother as a toddler linger in your mind, but you donât recall him ever being as sweet and calm as the little boy is.
It hardly feels like work, caring for the small child. You spend the day playing along with his games, reading stories to him and, as the day nears its end, the two of you feed the ducks in the massive pond behind the mansion. He even gives them names and gets upset when they fight with each other.Â
âLily doesnât like James anymore,â he whispers to you one day, a sullen pout scrunching his tiny features.Â
âAnd why is that?â
âI think sheâs angry that he steals her food.â
You chuckle and ruffle his golden locks. The little boy always has a story for everything he sees. At all times, his world must make sense. So if he cannot find a reason to explain what fills his gaze, heâll weave a tale that matches it. His stories are each more wild than the other and he sometimes utters words youâve never heard a four year old use.
But you surmise it is expected from the son of the president. When he isnât with you, the little boy is often with his private tutor. Even at his tender age, the importance of manners and eloquence is impressed upon him.
Martius tugs at your skirt when you make your way to the door. You look down. His blue eyes are pleading.Â
âYouâre leaving again?â
You heave out a long exhale. The little boy wasnât so clingy before but with your bond growing, heâs been expressing more sadness from watching you go at the end of every day.Â
You hunker down to his level.
âMy little brotherâs expecting me.â
His forehead puckers. âStayâŚâ
âI told you before, Martius. I have a brother. Heâll miss me if Iâm not here.â
âOkay,â he mumbles, giving a begrudging nod. Tears already swim in his eyes though. Panic flows through you. You didnât want to upset him. You pick him up and bounce with him in your arms to try to soothe him.
âOh, no. Donât cry, sweetie.â He buries his head in the crook of your neck, nearly squeezing you to death when he wraps his arms around your neck. His loud, tearful sobs swell in the room. âHey, itâs okay. Iâll see you tomorrow like always, okay? So I need you to be brave for me.â His grip on you loosens as he sniffles. You put him down and the two of you pinky promise that youâll return. Your heart twists at the sight of his tear-stained little face.Â
You give his hair one last affectionate pat before rushing outside. If you stay, he might throw another tantrum. No matter what, you can never get mad at Martius. Heâs just a child. In the absence of his mother, heâs bound to grow attached to any woman filling a role adjacent to hers. You loathe that youâre taking those moments from the first lady. Though it pleases you to have a steady job and spend time with the sweet boy, it feels wrong that she isnât there. She should get to see her baby grow up. She should hear his inane ramblings and eccentric stories.
As time wears on, youâre dying to meet her and tell her about Martius. Is she truly so sick that she canât even see him for a mere few minutes? Youâre itching to break the rules and visit the west wing of the mansion. Sometimes you hear blood-curdling screams and wailing coming from the dark halls but you never dared venture through them. You know that if you did, Pandora would crucify you.
Laertesâ well-being matters more than your curiosity.
Humming absently, you halt in your tracks in the middle of a hallway. Confusion has you blinking. A peculiar noise bounces faintly against the walls. Your gaze drifts sideways, where the noise seems to come from. Youâre clocking out. Whateverâs going on in the house isnât any of your business at this hour.
But what if someone needs help? What if itâs something bad? Youâd feel awful if you learnt something happened the next day and you pretended to ignore it. So you gingerly approach the wall. Your fingers graze the tapestry covering it.Â
Your eyes widen when the wall moves, a tiny crack forming in it.
Your eyes bulge. Itâs an ajar door, you realize. A secret door one wouldnât notice if they werenât aware it was there. Light spills from the slight opening.
Confining your breath, you bend over the crack in the wall to get a glimpse of whatâs behind it.Â
The vision crowding your sight makes the blood in your veins freeze.Â
President Snow rutting into a maid with his pants down to his ankles. His usually neat blonde locks are tousled, a few damp curls kissing his forehead. His massive cock glistens with the girlâs essence, disappearing into the girlâs spread lips over and over again. Her body is bent over the railing of the bed and her maid outfit is bunched around her hips, exposing her ass, the flesh trembling with each of the presidentâs harsh, pointed thrust.
Each time he snaps his hips he draws a broken moan from her. One of his hands is around the back of her throat while the otherâs on the small of her back. He grunts low in his throat as she clenches around him, thrusting into her even faster than before.Â
The obscene sound of their coupling rises, coalescing with the feral grunts spilling from the presidentâs mouth. In that moment, heâs not the poised gentleman youâre used to seeing, he is an animal in rut chasing his high.
A shocked exhale escapes your lips. Your hand flies to cover your mouth. President Snowâs head snaps up, his gaze landing straight on you.
Your heart slams against your ribcage.
You jump back from the door and push the secret door closed. You dart across the hallway, determined to find the exit as quickly as you can. You donât glance back, your steps hasty and panicked.Â
Pandora was right. Itâs best not not to hear or see anything, to become a tomb in which secrets are buried.
You can only hope he didnât recognize you through the tiny crack in the door.Â
Though youâre shaken to your core, you continue your work as a nanny. You still need money. You may have set aside everything you made thus far, but it will only sustain you and your brother for a month or two. Besides, youâve already handed in your resignation for your other jobs. The positions have likely been filled. You canât exactly show up out of the blue and ask for your former job back.Â
No. So you convince yourself that itâs alright. You have a good thing going anyway. Youâre making more than you hoped. The child is happy. Youâre happy. All is well. Or it would be at least.
âŚIf you could conjure the memory of President Snow railing into the maid far away from your mind.Â
You want to forget it, bury the moment so deep in the abyss of your thoughts, it can never be unearthed.
But it isnât so easy. Because every time your mind wanders even a little, you see him again. Skin glistening with sweat and blue eyes alight with lust. The image is tattooed into your brain.Â
You wonder if the first lady knows. Perhaps itâs why sheâs hiding away. The weight of her husbandâs indiscretions may have grown too heavy to carry. It sours your heart. President Snow seemed so kind, good and noble. He was nice to you. You still have the breast pocket he gave you tucked away in a drawer. You loathe to think heâd do that to his wife. No woman deserves this.
You lift your head when your name is uttered. You get to your feet. Adrift in your thoughts, you didnât realize Pandora was in the nursery.Â
âYes?â
âThe president wants to see you in his office.â
Dread wrenches your gut. Itâs exactly what you feared. Does he know? Did he see you? Your pulse picks up. What other reason would there be? He never summoned you before.
âReally, why?â
âHe didnât say, but Iâm assuming itâs to congratulate you.â
Befuddlement wrinkles your forehead. âCongratulate me?â
Pandora heaves out a weary sigh. âWell, youâve done much better than we thought,â she begrudgingly admits. âThe young master smiles all the time.â She rolls her eyes. âEven if we must deal with his tantrums when you leave.â
A sliver of pride flutters through you with her admission. Pandora made her doubts about your capabilities plain and obvious from the beginning. It gladdens you that you may have changed her mind a little.Â
âIâm sorry.âÂ
âItâs fine.â She turns to him, the ghost of a smile playing on her lips. âItâs a small price to pay for his happiness.â
Your smile vanishes as she adds, âNow let me escort you to the presidentâs office. He doesnât like to be kept waiting.â
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you trail behind her. The entire trek to the presidentâs office, your stomachâs in knots. You keep wondering if itâs the day youâll lose your job for being too nosy. You should have walked past the noise. You shouldnât have peeked.Â
You inhale a lungful of nerve as Pandora opens the door to his office and frees room for you to enter. Your clammy hands wrench in your lap. Heâs sitting behind his desk. You stagger further inside the room as he motions for you to sit in the chair on the other side of the desk. He looks the same as the first time you stumbled into him, disarmingly handsome in an impeccable shirt and pants that flatter his long legs.
A sharp contrast to the version of him that has plagued your thoughts lately.Â
His sky gaze follows you as you take a trembling seat.
âAre you settling in well?â he asks.
âHm, yes,â you stammer, anxiously twining your fingers. âItâs pretty much the perfect job. I get to be around a cute child all day.â
âI hear my son is very fond of you.â
You bashfully dip your head. âHeâs very easy to like. Heâs such a good boy, sweet, kind, and curious. You and your wife are raising him well, sir.â
He hums in thought. âI canât take much credit for that. Iâve tried my best to carve out time for MartiusâŚbut workâs kept me busy. As for Livia...â He lets out a humorless chuckle. âWell she isnât quite herself these days.â
âIâm sorry to hear that.â
He places one hand under his chin, scrutinizing you. You try not to twitch beneath his stare, your insides tight with dread.
âHm, itâs strange,â he states after a minute that goes by like an eternity.
Your head rises. âWhatâs strange?â
âA girl like you.â His lips drag upward. âSweet, nurturing, beautiful. Shouldnât you be married already?â
Your lips part in astonishment. This isnât the line of questioning you expected. âI-Iâm not.â
âNo fiancĂŠ?â
âNo, sir.â
âA lover then?â
Warmth rushes to your face.
âNoâŚâ
He laughs, mirth dancing in his cobalt orbs.
âYou must pardon me for being so forward but I simply find it astonishing. No suitors? Itâs hard to believe since youâre so lovely, sweetheart.â He tilts his head. You shift in discomfort, his attention making you feel see-through. âI mean, a husband would have made your life easier than itâs been thus far, wouldnât he, dove?â
A long exhale flows from your lips. âIâve had offers, after I graduated from the Academy. There was even this boy, he was so kind to me.â The memory draws a small smile from you. âHe proposed. Iâm sure heâd make a great husband, butâŚâ
âButâŚâ
Your mouth dries.
âI know itâs probably naive and unrealistic but I want to marry for love, that great, life-changing love, like in those romance novels my mom used to love, not money or status.â
His eyes twinkle. âOr financial stability?â
Shame gathers in your chest. You know it sounds silly when uttered aloud.Â
âI know, Iâm an idiot.â
âNo, youâre not. Itâs sweet that you still believe in love.â He appears lost in a faraway memory, his gaze hazing over with remembrance. âI used to believe in it too. I used to think, âWho needs wealth and success and power when love conquers all?ââ
He chuckles but itâs bereft of amusement.Â
âReally? What happened then?â
His gaze locks with yours.Â
âI grew up.â
Confused, you frown.Â
âBut arenât you and the first lady in love?â
Another laugh bursts from his chest.
âGod, youâre sweet.â His tone lowers to a dulcet whisper. âItâs like none of the worldâs ugliness has gotten to you yet.â He reveals matter-of-factly, âMy wife and I hate each other.â His smile widens at your flabbergasted expression. âAlways did. Itâs best that way, moreâŚefficient. Of course, there was a time, when we hadâŚpassion.â He licks his lips, something you canât pinpoint flickering in his gaze. âBut not anymore. Sheâs far too gone for that.â
He rises from his chair. You stiffen as he circles the desk, making slow steps towards you.Â
âWhich is why I mustâŚsatiate my needs wherever I can,â he mumbles, fingers lurking under your chin, forcing your eyes to fall upon him. âDo you understand my meaning, dove?â
âIâŚyes.â
Discomfort flares within you. Tension hangs in the air, so heavy it clogs your airways.Â
He cocks his head, lips slanting crookedly.
âDo you really? With that innocent look in your eyes, itâs hard to tell.â His thumb sweeps over your shuddering bottom lip. âMen have needs. And am I not a man, sweetheart?â
âY-Yes you are, sir.â
He bends over you to whisper in your ear. âYou saw everything that day, didnât you?â Your heart stops.
Flames lick your face as you bow your head. âI-I didnât see anything.â
His warm breath ghosts over your earshell.
âLiar,â he mumbles.
Your pulse quickens.
He leans back and nudges your chin upward.
âSince my wife fell sick, Iâve been very lonely. And sometimesâŚâ He looms over you, crowding your space as you peer up at him, fingers squeezing the arms of the chair. âI need something soft and warm to forget that feeling.â
President Snow slowly falls to his knees in front of you. His fingers find your thigh, starting to creep under your skirt. A devilish glint sparkles in his cobalt gaze. He finds your center, pressing the sheer fabric into your folds. You gasp. He chuckles at your reaction. He starts teasing you through your panties, tracing your slit and dragging over your tender bud. Your breath hitches as the air around you grows hotter. You grow slick beneath his finger, your thighs shaking as tingles bloom on your flesh.
âSirâŚâ you whimper, tears welling up in your eyes.
He pushes further inside you, adding another finger, and you unleash an audible breath. You try to close your thighs. He places his other hand on your knee to keep you open for him.
The air in your lungs grows thinner as he rubs your core through your soaked panties. The friction is a delicious torture. Pleasure pools in your belly causing your face to burn with shame. Youâre getting embarrassingly wet with President Snowâs attention.
âI just want a little taste,â he murmurs, his deep timbre bleeding lust. âJust one time and itâll never happen again,â he promises fervently as his lips graze your ankle. You find some relief when his fingers disappear from your drenched center. But your respite is ephemeral. He slips his hands under your ass and tugs at your panties.
Panic widens your eyes. Cheeks ablaze, you pull at the material between your legs with both hands. But heâs stronger than you and effortlessly drags the fabric along your legs. A wicked smile plays on his lips as tears glisten in your eyes. Itâs soon down to your ankles. You squeal when the president yanks the panties off your foot, tossing them aside. Cool air sneaks beneath your skirt, swirling over your bare folds.
Hands over your knees to keep you spread, his wolfish gaze sweeps over your glossy folds.Â
Your skin heats, embarrassment gathering in your chest. Youâve never been this vulnerable and exposed in front of anybody before.
âPlease, President Snow, s-stopâŚâÂ
âBut youâre dripping, sweetheart,â he states smugly, sinking a finger inside your weeping core, as if to make a point. Your breath hitches. He takes his finger out sluggishly. You clench when he grazes one of your sensitive spots. âJust as sweet as I expected,â he hums, obscenely licking your essence off his long digit.
Without a warning, he buries his head between your thighs. A sharp exhale leaps from your mouth. His cool tongue traces a wet trail over your folds. President Snow traces maddening patterns over your swollen bud causing your eyes to roll back.
You card your fingers through his silken platinum locks, hoping to push his head away. But the delightful sensations grow too overwhelming. You unravel beneath his sinful ministrations, your limbs twitching as the thread of your thoughts comes loose.
Your grip on his hair weakens. Your belly tightens, your chest rising and falling rapidly.Â
You jolt as his tongue flickers over your tender heap of nerves.Â
âP-PresidentâŚâÂ
He purrs against your folds and the vibrations rock through your core. You squirm in the chair. Your thighs quake. Your vision dims, your mind blank as waves of pleasure swaddle you in their tide. Protests scatter on your tongue, replaced by wanton whimpers and moans.
Electricity ripples through your spine as you cry out.
Bliss engulfs you and your legs turn liquid. Shame swirls in your gut as your juices coat his tongue. He drinks your nectar, elation rumbling in his chest.Â
When he lifts his head, you hardly recognize him. The feral glow in his gaze chills your blood.
There is no time to collect yourself, realize what just occurred, as the blonde gathers your limp frame from the chair and places you on his desk. Documents and papers are flung to the ground as he grabs your thighs and presses his throbbing hard-on against your cunt.Â
He hastily unbuttons his pants, freeing his hard length. He fists his cock and guides it through your wet entrance. Your back arches, the sudden intrusion robbing you of air. He reaches the hilt of you in a few seconds, giving you no time to accommodate his thick girth. You collapse over the desk, weak whimpers leaving you as your walls are stretched to their limit. He drags out of you, his pupils flaring as they trace the motion of his length in and out of you. Coriolanus leans over you. He snaps his pelvis into your hips, each of his thrusts tearing tearful moans from your throat.
When you turn your head, hot tears flowing down your cheeks, he grabs your chin so youâre forced to meet his lustful stare. Bracing himself on the desk, he reaches between your bodies to pinch your swollen clit. He plucks at your soft bud until you shatter around him with a sob. His throat bobs, a look of sheer bliss flitting across his face when you clench around him.
âIâve been dying to fuck you the minute I saw you,â he confesses, trailing soft pecks over your collarbone. A sinister chuckle peals from his lips. âThe way you looked at me with those sweet, innocent eyesâŚit made me rock-hard.â He tilts your chin towards him, his thumb skimming over your parted lips.
Satisfaction glimmers in his eyes as they flick over your prone form.
âYou should thank me. Those boys at the Academy wouldnât know what to do with a girl like youâŚâ His cock twitches inside you. Sticky warmth spills from him, painting your walls and dripping past your hole. Drops of his seed leak onto the desk. A throaty sigh pours from President Snowâs throat as your cunt flutters around him.
His teeth nip the skin of your neck.
â...But I do.â
After what occurs in his office, you hope to avoid President Snow. Those hopes are swiftly dashed however. President Snow lied to you. It doesnât happen once. In fact, you begin to lose count of the actual number.
Every time the president finds a little spare time, he summons you.
Sometimes you end up bent over the desk in his office as he pours the frustrations of the day into your warm hole. Sometimes he prefers you sprawled on your back in one of the multitude of luxurious beds in the mansion while he devours you as if you were his very last meal. And at times, he grows even more impatient and simply shoves you against a wall before ravaging you.
More than once, a maid or footman has walked in on the two of you, and youâve had to swallow your shame and embarrassment.
As youâve come to learn, the entire staff is aware of Coriolanus Snowâs insatiable appetite and none of them seems to care.
You feel sick, desperate, trapped in something twisted and awful you never signed up for.
But how does one say no to President Coriolanus Snow? The entire Capitol yields to his every whim. And you are the same. Here to bow and smile and lie back whenever he demands it.
You long to focus on your job, to care for Martius and nothing else. Whenever the boy looks up at you with those innocent blue eyes, eerily similar to his fatherâs, your stomach wrenches. You pray he never comes to learn what kind of man his father is. You wish heâd stay just as kind and sweet as he is now.
Those are the thoughts drifting through your mind as you watch Martius play with his toy trains. Your eyes wander towards the window. Outside, orange and purple hues are bleeding into the sky, the afternoon nearing its end. Your stomach coils. Itâs during times like these that President Snow often seeks you out. Youâve tried to run away from him but itâs all a game to Coriolanus, and he always delights in chasing you through the hallways.
Your brows crumple as you note that Martius has stopped playing. He drops his toy and rushes to your side. Confounded by his behavior, youâre on the cusp of asking him whatâs wrongâŚbut your gaze follows what caught his attention on the other side of the room.
You fall silent, your eyes rounding in shock.
âMartius. Come here, my love,â says the blonde woman in a white robe and nightgown, her arms wide open.
Time stands still for a few seconds. It takes you a while to realize who stands before the door. She looks so different, more ghost than woman, her glassy blue eyes hollow and sunken. But her likeness is unmistakable. Even with her graying, limp tresses and ashen complexion, you recognize Livia Cardew. The presidentâs wife.
You bolt to your feet. Arms still open, Livia takes slow steps towards Martius.
âIâm your mom, sweetie. Donât you remember me?â
The little boyâs fists clutch your skirt as he hides his face against your leg.
âYouâre not my mom.â
A stricken look twists Liviaâs features as she shrinks. As if her own son just drove a knife through her heart. Your chest twinges. While her abrupt appearance is a shock, you canât imagine how she must feel. You place a hand on Martiusâ back and try to nudge him forward.
âMartius. Itâs the First Lady, your mother. Go on, hug her,â you urge softly.
He shakes his head, tears filling his eyes as he hides behind you even more.
Youâre stunned. Has it truly been that long?
âMartius-â
You donât get to finish your sentence, Livia lunging at you, her eyes wild with fury.
âYou! This is all your fault,â she hisses. She points at you and scoffs, âYouâre his new whore, arenât you?â Her mouth wobbles as she grips her head. âFirst you take my husband, now my son.â
Martius begins to sob. His loud cries overlap with his motherâs frantic yelling. You cover his eyes, tossing Livia an apologetic look.
âFirst Lady, I never meant-â
Before you can explain yourself, she grabs a nearby vase and smashes it. White roses scatter on the floor. Stomping all over the petals and broken glass, she collects one of the shards and races towards you. Terror numbs you. You freeze as Livia aims the shard at you, scarlet droplets dripping on her nightgown as she squeezes her fist around the glass.
Your eyes shut as you wait for the inevitable strike.
You shiver, waiting still.
But it doesnât come.
âLivia, darling, thatâs enough. Itâs time for you to sleep and take your medicine.â
The familiar sound of Coriolanusâ voice causes your eyes to snap open.Â
You watch him restrain a struggling Livia. She curses at him, fighting him with all her might. Itâs a painful spectacle.Â
âNo, donât touch me!â Other staff members rush into the room. It takes several people to hold Livia down, colorful expletives pouring from her mouth as she punches and kicks whoever comes close. âYouâre killing me! You bastard! Give me my son back! Martius! Martius!â
The child trembles against your skirt, his tear-filled gaze stuck to the floor.
Eventually someone manages to stick a needle into Liviaâs neck. She instantly goes limp, arm still reaching for her son in her last conscious second.
âTake her away,â Coriolanus instructs.
The first ladyâs flaccid form is dragged out of the room. Still shaken by what you just witnessed, you donât move a muscle. President Snow approaches you, worry swimming in his blue orbs.Â
âAre you alright, dove?â He cups your cheeks, his brows crumpling as his gaze settles on your neck. âIâll have Doctor Gaul look at you. She has an ointment for that.â He caresses your cheeks, smiling. You gape at him. How can he smile at a time like that? âIt wonât even scar. I promise.â
You graze your neck. Your fingers come away bloody. Oh. Livia nicked you with the shard but you didnât even feel it. Perhaps adrenaline numbed you to the pain.
âDada,â Martius chimes, lifting his chubby arms.
Coriolanusâ face warms as he picks up his son. He tosses him in the air and catches him. Martius giggles through his tears.
âMy sweet boy. That was very scary, wasnât it?â he says, balancing his son on his hip. Martius nods and wipes his nose. Coriolanus flicks his cheek, beaming at him. âDonât worry, son. The scary lady wonât bother you anymore in a few months.â
A wave of ice blows through your veins. You wonder why the president uttered those words with such certainty. Like a promise. Or a prophecy. Almost as if he knows exactly when the grim reaper will come knock on his wifeâs door.
The next day, you hand over your resignation to Pandora. Her expression is skeptical as she gauges the manila folder you give her.
âThis is for the president,â you announce.
She unleashes a deep exhale. âYou should reconsider, sleep on it.â
You almost laugh. Sleep on it? You can hardly find rest, the picture of a disheveled Livia Cardew crying out for her son haunting your nights. Whatever befell upon the poor woman, you wouldnât be surprised if her husband somehow had a hand in it. It broke your heart, seeing her like that, her own son unable to recognize her. You also despise the role Coriolanus forced you to play in erasing her memory.
All of it feels wrong.Â
And most of all, you donât want President Snow to use you to satisfy his lewd desires anymore. He took all your firsts, all the moments that should have been beautiful, and made them a nightmare you have to relive every time he touches you.
You respected him; you admired him. Now you canât be in his presence without dread whispering through you. What will he make you do this time? How will he make you small and powerless again?
âI canâtâŚI canât do this anymore. He can hire someone else to care for him.â
Pandora purses her lips and shakes her head.
âItâs really not that simple. The president has developedâŚa fondness for you.â
You bristle. âI have to go back home. Laertes is expecting me.â
âYou wonât like what comes next, trust me.â Her gaze narrows. âNo one leaves the president.â
Ignoring the shudder elicited by her daunting words, you pivot and make a beeline towards the exit. Pandoraâs voice echoes down the hallways.
âDonât say I didnât warn you.â
Depleted, you glumly make your way to the gates. You enter the car that takes you back home everyday. Your thoughts wander as the Snowâs house grows smaller through the car window. You were thrilled when you got this job. It felt like kismet after the year you and your brother had. A rainbow after the rain. A slice of hope.
How it all went to hell so quickly. Youâre still reeling from it. Youâve no idea what youâll do next. The only thing you know for certain is that you will not step foot into the Snowsâ estate ever again.
The car suddenly halts. You bump your head into the passengerâs seat. Wincing, you grip the sides of your head. As you retrieve your senses, you look around. You stopped.
You toss a questioning look at the driver.
But before he can respond, the car door opens and youâre yanked outside. Two pairs of strong arms drag you away from the car.
You take in the blue uniforms of the men. Terror pulses through your blood.
Peacekeepers.
Noting the guns at their sides, you stop trying to resist. Thereâs no fighting against them, ever. They are the Capitolâs fist and carry the Presidentâs will. You donât stand a chance. In fact, you likely never did. You slump in their grip, despair thrumming inside you.
They escort you to a black car with tinted windows. Your pulse soars. Youâve only ever seen one individual step out of this car.
The peacekeepers toss you inside and slam the door shut.
Your fearful gaze rises to him.
He casually sits in front of you, his eyes narrowed.
âYou disappoint me, dove.â He lets out a weary sigh. âAfter everything Iâve done for youâŚyou try to leave me. I thought you were smarter than that.â
You twine your hands, sputtering, âI-Iâm not the right person for this job, sir.â
He slides his fingers under your chin, tilting it upward.
âOh but youâre perfect. My son loves you. Youâre sweet, dutiful and most importantlyâŚâ He smirks. âYou are mine. Mine to hold, spoil and fuck whenever I please for however long I please.â
The prospect fills you with dread. He wants you to be his toy again, submissive, available whenever he pleases.
âSirâŚâ
His jaw ticks, his hold on your jaw tightening.
âWouldnât it be wonderful if your brother could attend the University, free of charge? A bright young mind such as his, I believe he deserves it.â His blue eyes twinkle. âInstead of, letâs sayâŚend up in a District, his name chosen as a tribute in the next Hunger Games.â Your heart sinks to your feet. âThatâd be awful, wouldnât it? So cruelâŚâ he mumbles, stroking your trembling bottom lip.
âNo, please,â you beseech, tears swelling in your eyes. Your brotherâs all you have left in the world. Nothing can happen to him.Â
Coriolanus fondles your cheek, the tender gesture a sharp contrast to the wicked words rolling off his tongue.
âItâs all up to you, then, dove. As long as you behave, Iâll give you the world. But if you act like a little brat againâŚâ A threat lurks in his soft tone, a glint of madness swaying in his cobalt orbs. âI really donât know what I might do.â
Chills dance over your spine.
âI promise to never do it again,â you blurt out.
He pulls out a square from his breast pocket. Itâs identical to the one he used the first time.
But a lifetime seems to have passed since that moment, the world now so different from what you imagined, and the man before youâŚeven more so.
âGood girl,â he lauds while swiping away your tears.Â
He shoves the pocket square back in its place. Coriolanus then beams at you as he starts unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his pants.
âNow, Iâve had a long, exhausting day. So how about you get on your knees for me and make it better with that sweet mouth of yours, dove?â
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BAD IDEA, RIGHT?
Bangchan x reader. (s)
Synopsis: Your ex, Chan, makes a return to his social media with a thirst trap. Horny and bored, you decide to see him for the sole reason of getting your physical needs fulfilled. However, as the night goes, you start to wonder if seeing him tonight is a bad idea. (14,4k words)
Author's note: Yes, it's inspired by that one Olivia Rodrigo song.
Talking to your ex is a bad idea, right?
You've been considering whether to slide into his DM or not, commenting on his Instastory which is a video of him exercising half naked, exposing his toned upper half body in all its glory.
It's been two years after the breakup and he didn't post anything on his social media until today, it's like he knows you're bored and horny.
It's unclear whether it's him or it's your uterus talking, but he looks hotter, sexier, and bigger than the last time you saw him. Although you must admit that he's always been attractive to you, except that his attractiveness is on a whole 'nother level now and it makes you wonder why you let this man go in the first place.
In your defense, Chan is not a terrible ex, he decided to break up with you because he was leaving to study abroad and thought the long-distance relationship would be hard and mentally draining for both of you.
You acted like it didn't hurt you but when you came home that night, you cried so hard that your pillow got drenched in tears. You didn't want to break up with him because he's a great guy who happens to be great in bed too, not only because he has the most delicious cock you've ever had but he also knows how to put it to a good use. Simply put, you were so devastated thinking that you'd never find a man like him again.
And you know what? You were right. You tried dating a few times but nothing comes close to what you had with Chan. Also, can't two people reconnect?
Before you get to change your mind again, you decide to hit the like button and send a short message in his DM.
Hey, there. You type into the message box, adding a smiling emoji at the end to make it sound casual but friendly at the same time.
There's no reply or a sign that he's read your message, you figure he must be busy on a Saturday morning, he could be having another session at the gym or having breakfast, or... yeah, it could be him ignoring your messages.
Slightly hangover from hanging out with your friends last night, you slump down your bed and close your eyes to get another few minutes of sleep.
You wake up an hour later with more than a dozen notifications on your phone, they're mostly your friends sending photos they took of you last night. You groan when you see a couple of work emails and do not think twice to skip them. There are some texts from friends and then, there it is, a reply from Chan.
Well, hello, there!
It's been ages.
How are you?
You check the time and his replies came about fifteen minutes ago, there's a possibility that he's still on his phone and he'll respond faster this time.
Never been better.
How about you?
Looking fine as ever, I see.
You add the eyes emoji before hitting the send button and drop your phone onto the bed, it's a bit risky but a compliment never hurt. Besides, who doesn't like getting a compliment?
The thought that Chan is probably waiting for your reply in those fifteen minutes amuses you but pfft... that's just your wishful thinking.
As you wait for his response, you're checking the photos your friends sent you. You check them one by one, deleting the ones that you don't like and saving the good ones where you look flattering.
An idea pops into your head as you go through your gallery: a plan. First, you choose a photo of you that shows your whole look last night, dressed in a blue mini dress and strappy heels with your hair up, tied in a messy bun, in other words, you looked hot and you felt like it when your friend took the picture.
You upload it as your Instagram story and wait until it is successfully uploaded. You're sure as hell he'll see your new post, then he'll get curious and open it, and Wowza!
Chan thinks he can be the only one posting a thirst trap on a Saturday morning, huh?
It only takes a minute for the thirst trap to do its job, you smirk at the notifications and see Chan's username on the top.
Me? He adds three flustered emojis to it.
Nah. I'm not.
But you...
You look beautiful as always.
Is it even allowed to look that beautiful?
A year of being single makes you weak at the slightest chance of romance, you catch yourself smiling to yourself in the mirror. You slap yourself to get ahold of yourself, reminding yourself that he could say that just toâ
A notification pops up and it shows that Chan liked and reacted to your Instagram story with the hearts eyes emoji. Fuck! You just caught yourself smiling again. but what can you do? You're just a girl who is lonely and in need of some loving touch.
You take a deep breath to calm yourself down and think about what to reply to him.
And you...
Is it even allowed to have that much of muscles?
Someone, please close the gym!
You look good nonetheless, Chris.
But seriously, close the gym! You add a laughing emoji to keep it playful.
You patiently wait for his reply but your patience only lasts for twenty minutes until he makes you wait longer for his reply and you slump on the bed again.
It's time for plan number two!
The thirst trap worked to pique his interest and you have to come up with something that shows you're a hot commodity, you don't waste your time chasing boys, they chase you. That way, Chan will respond to your message faster.
So here comes plan number two, you take another trip to your gallery, scrolling through photos from last night, and find the perfect photo. It's a picture of you and one of your male friends, you're standing side by side, holding your drinks together and smiling to the camera. There's enough friendliness in there to show that you're close with this guy but also, not that close. You don't know how to explain it, but you know it'll work.
You wait a few more minutes to add it to your Instagram story, not forgetting to tag your friend which is the best part of it. If anyone checks his account, they'll see a model with blue eyes, just the perfect guy to make certain someone is jealous.
You're devilishly laughing as you hit the post button and wait until it is successfully uploaded. You check to see the final result and smile in satisfaction.
Okay, maybe you were too haste and didn't do your calculation right because morning has turned into afternoon and Chan hasn't replied to you. Not only did he make you wait, but you also wasted three hours of your day staring at the ceiling with the phone resting on your chest.
At this point, you should've given up and maybe it's true, he only replied just to be friendly, nothing more. You fling your phone across the bed out of spite and get up, planning to wash him away from your head with a hot shower.
Against the loud sound of the hairdryer, you hear your phone chimes and you turn it off to check whether you're imagining it chimes or not.
You hate how quickly you forget how upset you were a while ago after seeing your phone light up with new notifications.
I'm sorry for replying late.
I was busy moving some stuff.
Do you have time?
And you hate it more that he can easily get your hopes up again. You figure it's time he tastes his own medicine, you put your phone away and leave him on read. You'll reply later when you feel like it, or never. Who knows?
You continue drying your hair but the constant hum of the hairdryer makes you unable to hear your thoughts, especially one that stops you from going to your phone again as it chimes with a new notification. It only takes twenty minutes for you to cave into the temptation.
I don't know about you but all these chats, they're not enough.
Can we video call instead?
It takes you not even a minute to say yes to him. You make a run to your closet and change your clothes, picking up a white top with a low neckline, ditching the bra, and pairing it with denim shorts.
Chan doesn't give you a minute to choose the setting of the video call, your phone rings as you try to make the bed as best as you can and sit with your back against the headboard of the bed.
The phone keeps ringing but you need to check your hair in the mirror again to finally accept the video call. A second later, Chan's face appears on your phone screen, and from his damp hair, it seems like he's just taken a shower too.
"Hey," he greets you as he brushes his curls with his hand.
"You look a little wet, Chris," you tease with a sly smile.
Chan moves, changing his sitting position and revealing himself in a bathrobe with his chest all exposed. Intentional or not, you must admit that's quite a show!
"I was feeling hot so I took a quick shower," he answers with a grin.
"Feeling hot, huh?" You tease again.
"I am now," he playfully responds, flashing you a sly smile and lip bite.
The two of you just stare at each other through the screen and it's getting too much for you with how intense his eyes are.
"So, where are you now?"
"I'm actually in the city," he shortly replies.
"Oh? You're back!" You gasp but hold yourself back from continuing the sentence and ask if he's back for good. The most important thing is he's confirmed his location, all you need to find out next is if he's up to do no good with you.
"Kind of," he vaguely answers.
"Kind of..." you teasingly repeat his words and then giggle.
Chan grins and rests his back against a pillow, it's unclear if he's sitting on the bed or the sofa, "Oh, how I missed that," he says.
You take a pillow and put it on your lap as something to hold on to, "Missed what?"
"Your sweet smiles and cute giggles," he shortly answers like he's been waiting for you to ask him that.
"Oh, stop it, Chris!" You respond, getting a little flustered that you melt onto your pillow. You may as well lie down on your stomach and put the pillow under your chest, "You're getting good at lying, huh?"
"Yeah. Nah. Just a little bit," he jokingly says, then bursts into laughter that his dimples sunken deep into his cheeks.
And oh, you missed his dimpled smiles and his sonorous laughter too, but you're not going to tell him that, maybe not now, or ever.
To avoid it escalating really quickly, you shift the conversation elsewhere. You prop a hand under your chin and tilt your head to the side while the other hand steadily holds your phone far enough from your face.
"So, what are you doing now?"
"Staring at your face," he answers, a half smirk decorating his rectangular face.
"Just my face?" You jokingly ask with a flirty lip bite.
"Everything else too," he adds, catching his eyes flicking down for a second then smirks.
You act oblivious to the fact that with the way you lie on your stomach, you're offering him a view of your cleavage and he would be stupid if he missed the sign.
"What I meant is what are you doing in the city? Is it for work or...?"
"I need to sort a few things," he vaguely explains.
It's obvious that he's keeping the details from you and you have to respect that, he's not your boyfriend and even if he is, he's not obligated to tell you everything. Including the possibility that he came here to see his new girlfriend, perhaps?
"Oh? So, all business, no pleasure?" You joke with a light chuckle, hiding your true intention to know whether he's seeing anyone or not.
"I'm free tonight and I was hoping that we could meet," He says, shattering the negative thoughts that rush through your head.
Now, that gets you thinking if he's coming here to see you and you get that fluttering feeling in your stomach, or it could be your uterus ovulating as you speak, either way, you like it.
"Tonight?" You ask, acting like you already have a plan for tonight.
"Yes. Or do you already have plans for tonight?"
The act always works, gosh, you should consider to start a career as an actor, "Not really, but uh... where do you want us to meet?"
"There's a nice bar in the hotel I'm staying in. We can have a drink or two," he replies, then licks his lips and makes them appear wet and fuller, tantalizing you to kiss them.
Despite you feeling like screaming and jumping on the bed, you remain coy about it, reminding yourself to not sound eager but show enough enthusiasm.
You pretend to consider it for a moment, tilting your head to the other way and saying, "Hotel bar has better drinks so... yeah, I'd love a drink or two."
A triumphant smile rises on his face and it's cute that he lets it show, making you feel a lot of things in a few seconds.
"I'll see you there, I mean, here at 8?"
You tug your middle finger between your teeth and flash him a seductive smile, "Okay."
"I'll DM you the address."
"Okay," you mutter again while staring at him through the screen on your phone.
"See you tonight then," he says, touching his lips and rubbing the lower lip with his long, dainty finger.
"Can't wait to meet you," he adds.
Instead of answering him, you let out a giggle and sit up on the bed. You flip your hair to the back and just stare at him for a minute without saying anything.
"See you tonight, Chris," you finally reply, making sure to call his name with a low, sultry voice and a sly smile.
Without hesitation, you hang up first and let out a long sigh after. It's just a video call but Gosh! It feels like a foreplay already.
You give yourself a moment to compose yourself before execute plan number three: Dressed to fucking impress. To be honest, you don't even bother with the 'impress' part, you just want to fuck.
See? Talking to him is not a bad idea after all.
-
The sound of your high heels constantly tapping the marble floor as you walk echoes in the hotel lobby, you're unsure of how to inform him that you've arrived just a few minutes late from the appointed time.
You take your phone out of your purse and are about to compose a message when you catch him holding his hand up at you from the second floor.
You wave your hand back at him and make your way to the stairs, climbing each step with caution because it would embarrassing if you tripped. But looking at Chan waiting for you at the top of the stairs makes it feel like you're living a scene out of a movie.
Even with his signature all-black look, it doesn't make him less princely. He looks dreamy with crinkles in his eyes and a charming smile on his face.
He offers his hand when you're only a couple of steps away from him. You take it and let him guide you on the last steps of the stairs. His grip is firm as you remember and he still has his favorite chain bracelet around his wrist.
"You look gorgeous," he doesn't say it in a dramatic, hyperbolic way but he softly whispers it to you before placing a sweet kiss on your cheek, so close to the corner of your mouth.
The night has just begun but he's already succeeded in making you quietly hold your breath. You put on a smile for him and coyly say, "You look stunning in black as... always."
He laughs and it feels like to see and hear it in person, like you can feel the warmth that his laughs emit.
"Want to have dinner first?" He asks.
"I've had dinner," you answer.
The truth is, you barely had dinner because you were too nervous to eat anything but you did eat a nutrition bar in the taxi.
"This way to the bar then?" He offers his arm at you like a true gentleman.
"Lead the way, sir!" You say as you link your arm around him.
It's only a short walk from the hotel lobby to the bar Chan mentioned, the interior is rather luxurious, leather seats with a live jazz performance. He mutters something to the hostess, probably where he prefers to sit and she nods in response.
"This way, please!" She says with a polite smile, walking like a feline creature in her tight skirt and silk blouse.
You glance to the side to see if Chan is looking at the pretty hostess in front of him, but you find him staring at you instead.
"Is there something on my face?" You ask in slight panic, afraid that you have something in your teeth but he feels bad to tell you.
"No," he simply answers.
"This way, sir, ma'am," the hostess says, gesturing to the booth she chooses for the two of you, a little hidden in the corner of the bar to provide some privacy.
Chan gently places his hand on the small of your back and lets you take a seat first. You have a seat in the middle of the curved sofa and he sits right next to you.
"Can we order drinks right away?" Chan asks as he puts his phone on the table.
"Sure," the hostess answers, slightly bending down to hear him talk clearly, "What would you like to have, sir?"
"I'll have the... Boulevardier," he eloquently says with a slight French accent.
"Excellent choice, sir!" She comments, she then turns her head at you to take your order, "How about you, ma'am?"
Things have been feeling a little surreal for these past few hours your brain is struggling to keep up, you want to be cool and confidently answer the fanciable hostess but it takes you a longer time to process a simple question like that.
"I'd love a daiquiri, please!" You answer, ignoring the fact that it takes you a minute to come up with it.
"Can I recommend you with the Hemingway special? It's a daiquiri with a splash of sweet grapefruit juice and Maraschino liqueur," she eloquently explains, proving that she's not only hired because of her look.
"That sounds amazing. I'd love that," you say with an impressed smile.
After confirming your orders, the hostess left the booth and it's just the two of you now in this nice yet slightly erotic setting of the bar.
"That's a nice dress," he suddenly compliments as he's looking at your face, not at your dress.
The dress goes to your midthigh, it's white and tight enough to showcase your curve. It's long-sleeved but the sweetheart neckline exposed just the right amount of skin. You've been saving it for a special occasion and considering that you haven't met him for two years, you reckon it's time to wear it.
"Just something I had, you know, lying around," you playfully answer.
The drinks come not long after and Chan waits until the server leaves to initiate a toast with you. Your drink is in a glass with a thin stem so you carefully lift it with your fingers.
"Cheers!" You mutter in unison and clink your glasses together.
The first round of drinks went with a conversation that consisted of basic questions. He asks you about work, family, life in general, and everything in between. You must admit that your life is kind of boring but it's nice to know that he wanted to catch up on your life updates.
It's a little disappointing though that he doesn't ask anything about your love life or whether you're seeing anyone or not.
When you deem that you're on the verge of oversharing, you stop talking and shift the focus to him.
"What about you? What are you working on at the moment?" You curiously ask, putting down your drink on the table and leaving one last sip on the fragile-looking glass.
"I'm working on a lot of things right now. From a lot of places too," he answers.
"So, you've been traveling a lot," you remark.
"Yes."
That says something about his relationship status and unless he has learned how to be in a long-distance relationship, then it means he's not seeing anyone right now. Even if he is, there's a big chance that it's noncommittal.
This calls for a celebration so you pick up your drink and drain every last drop of it, delightfully gasping once you swallow it.
"Round 2?" Chan offers.
"Yes."
Now that you've made up your mind about it and from the subtle signals he's sending you so far, it's safe to say that he's up to do no good with you. You smooth down the hem of your dress and flip your hair to the back, preparing yourself to execute plan number four: Make your intention known.
As much as you feel tempted to say 'Chris, let's fuck!' right to his face, you decide not to be haste and go with a more convenient, acceptable way. You plan to be forthright about your intention what you want and if he wanted the same too so the two of you can skip the formalities and go straight to the fucking.
"Chris, I have something to tell you," you say to him.
He positions his body slightly turns to the side to face you and softly smiles, "You can tell me."
You've mustered up the courage and have the words prepared in your head only for the moment to be ruined by your phone ringing in your purse.
"Fuck..." you quietly mutter to yourself, you could sense your courage shrinking inside you.
The phone has stopped ringing but you grab your purse on the space next to you and pull it out to check the caller. A new text message appears on your screen.
Call me. It's urgent. Your friend wrote in her text along with multiple red exclamation marks.
It seems rather urgent, you put on an apologetic smile at Chan and say, "I'm sorry but do you mind if I make a quick call?"
"Not at all," Chan says with an easy smile.
You take your phone with you as you get up from the sofa, leaving the booth at the same time the waiter comes with your second round of drinks.
Finding the way to the restroom, you hit the call button as you enter and stand in front of the sinks, waiting for your friend to pick up while checking for your hair and make-up in the mirror.
"What's the urgency?" You say the second you hear the call being picked up.
"I need to borrow your laptop. Mine is suddenly frozen and I can't reboot it," your friend answers in a rather distressed tone.
Knowing that it's not the kind of urgent you imagined in your head, you let out a sigh of relief and then say, "Yes, yes you can use my laptop."
"I'm already in the elevator to your floor."
"You have the code to my apartment and I'm sure you know where I put my laptop," you calmly tell her, putting the strands of hair to the side and carefully dabbing the skin under your eyes.
"Wait. You're not home?"
"I'm not and I'm not taking any more questions," you immediately stop her before she gets too nosy.
"Don't call me for the rest of the night. Bye!" You don't wait for a response and quickly hang up.
On the way back to your booth, you see Chan enjoying the jazz performance on the stage, tapping his foot against the floor. You didn't notice the way he sat until now, his legs spread open, he's slightly slumped and his long arm rests along the edge of the sofa, plus he left the top three buttons on his shirt open.
Chan looks so hot simply by sitting like that and you're sure you've seen much hotter men but you really can't remember when.
You take a deep breath to calm yourself down and slide into the booth again, then slowly sit on the sofa, leaving a gap between you and him.
"Here's your drink," he says, handing the glass to you with such caution.
"Thank you!" You mutter your gratitude.
You're glad that you're taking the recommendation because the Hemingway Daiquiri tastes so refreshing, it's sweet and sour, certainly an upscale from the classic daiquiri.
"I hope the call wasn't something bad," he says to you.
You lick your lips after taking a sip, "Oh, no. It was my friend. She needs to borrow something," you spare him from the details.
It takes a minute to remember where you left the conversation and when you finally recall, you need to take more time to prepare yourself again. You immediately take another sip to quicken the process of building up your courage.
"Can I tell you a secret?" He suddenly comes up with an unexpected request.
Your throat burns from accidentally swallowing your alcohol too fast and you can feel your eyes get teary as well.
"Sure," you manage to answer.
Somehow the gap you purposely put between you and him disappears, he sits so close to you that his knee bumps into yours.
"I've been stalking your Instagram page," he shares with a shy smile.
You snort because he makes it seem like it's an embarrassing thing to say, but you doubt if that's true, he could be saying that to make you feel flattered.
"As far as I can recall, you've been abandoning your account until today," you say, hardly believing his so-called secret.
"That's because I'm using a fake Instagram account," he simply answers.
You snort again and roll your eyes at him, "Yeah, sure."
Chan smirks and picks up his phone, he opens Instagram to show the fake Instagram account he made and it only has one following, you.
"Do you believe me now?"
It's hard to stay calm when you find out that the guy who broke your heart two years ago has secretly been keeping up with you through your social media. You're happy but a part of you is still in denial.
"I mean... why not use your own Instagram?" you ask out of pure curiosity because it's not like you'd mistake this as a sign that he wants to get back with you. You're not that naive nor delusional.
"Then you would know that I regret breaking up with you," he casually answers like he didn't just reveal something profound.
You look at him to check if he's just messing with you and you would know if he's lying cause he's bad at it, but nope, he's telling the truth.
"And you would know that I've been struggling to get over you," he continues with glints filling his doe eyes.
There's an alarm going off in your chest, it's coming from the heart and it's telling you to be cautious, potential heartbreak lies ahead. You get reminded that you came here not to confront your feelings, you came here to get fucked, hopefully hard.
"And I guess you posted your boxing video for a purpose?" You ask with your eyebrow raised at him.
"Well..." he shrugs and slyly grins, "it worked, didn't it?"
As expected, this man has so many tricks up his sleeves. Better be careful as he puts all of his attention on you, his arm slowly makes its way around your shoulder and his hand is playing with your hair.
"Are you seeing anyone?"
"No comment," You smirk and take a small sip of your drink.
Chan lets out a laugh, the sonorous one and the kind that makes his eyes form two crescents. He takes a sip of his Boulevardier which is an upscale version of negroni.
"I've been wondering why you stayed single for so long," he says with an underlying tone, implying that he's actually asking you the reason why. Also confirmed his secret stalking behavior.
"It's not that long," you reply, crossing your legs together as you flash him a sly smile.
"A year, isn't it?" He asks.
You groan and roll your eyes at him, "You really are a stalker."
"You can tell me," he playfully elbows your side.
"No. It's a secret," you refuse to share.
"I shared my secret with you and it's only fair if you share yours with me."
"First of all, I didn't ask for your secret," you defend yourself while holding your drink close to your mouth.
He leans to your side, offering his ear at you as he says, "You can whisper it to me."
He means to know the answer anyway so you lean into his ear and cover the side of your mouth, then whisper, "All the guys I've met, they don't have a big cock like yours."
That's a way to get his attention and escalate the tension between the two of you. You pull away with a devilish smirk dancing on your face.
You glance down at his crotch and ask, "Is it still as big as I remember?"
"If you're lucky, you'll get to find out," he plays coy about it and you find it extremely attractive.
Noticing that you've drained your drink, Chan waves his hand to get the two of you another round of drinks. Obviously, you don't want it to end when things have just started to warm up.
He looks at you and then glances down, showing his hand snaking its way to your thigh.
"Have I told you that it's a nice dress?"
"I don't mind hearing it one more time," you respond with a cheeky smile.
He shoots you a big grin while he's playing with the hem of your dress, feeling the fabric between his fingers.
"It's a nice dress," he compliments, then leans in close so that you can feel his warm breath brush your cheek as he adds, "And I want to take it off of you tonight."
You place your hand on his hand that rests on your thigh and play with his bracelet, "if you're lucky, you'll get to do it," you poke fun at him.
You can audibly hear his laugh in your ear as he leans in closer his nose pokes your cheek, "We're even now."
The third drinks bring the tension higher as the two of you relax from every sip and the gap between your bodies gradually disappears.
Chan has his eyes on you all the time, it's overwhelming at times but you like the way he looks at you like an animal who has his eyes on its prey and you like seeing the confliction in his eyes on whether he should eat you whole or play with his food first.
There's so much chemistry and tension here, plus the alcohol, you're only waiting for the light to turn bright green, really.
He gently brushes your hair to the side and keeps it there so he can plant a kiss on the skin behind your ear, knowing that it's your sensitive part of body.
"You change your perfume?"
"Yes," you manage to remain calm despite the proximity and the way he constantly rubs your thigh with his knuckle.
He drags his lips to your ear and asks, "What is it called?"
You lick your lips and make him wait for your answer, "I believe it's called Good Girl Gone Bad."
He tilts his head to the side and looks at you right in the eyes, wide and dark with lust, "How bad?"
You grab the collar of his shirt and tug at it, "If you're lucky, you'll get to find out," you get back at him again.
As he bursts out laughing with his eyes closed, you follow your intrusive thought to cup his jaw with your hand and laugh along.
"That's two to one," you remind him.
He stops laughing only to fondly smile at you, "Remind me how I broke up with you."
"For a start, you acted like an absolute jerk that day," you half-jokingly say.
The truth is it wasn't the breakup that hurt you the most, it's the post-break-up and his total absence from your life, he didn't call or text, or even send a pity email after that day. It felt as if he didn't want you in his life anymore.
Fuck. How did you get here again? Forced to face your feelings. Time to shift the talk.
"It's getting late, don't you think?"
Chan immediately reaches for his phone on the table to check the time, "It's 10.51."
"Oh," you plainly respond and finish you drink.
"Can I have your new numbers?" He suddenly asks.
You put down your glass on the table and answer, "I still have the same phone numbers."
"Yeah but I lost my phone at the airport and had to get a new one, lost all of my contacts," he explains like he knew you thought about how he didn't call you earlier.
Chan hands you his phone so you can enter your phone numbers and hand it back to him once you've finished. He hits the call button instead of saving it first and your phone rings a second later.
"Come on. Pick it up!" He tells you.
You obey him, accepting his phone call even though he's sitting next to you, "Hello?"
"Hi, it's future Chris calling," he says with a mix of foolish and sexy grin, you don't know how but he does it so well.
Curious to see where this talk is going, you decide to play along with him, "If you are really from the future, can you tell me the lottery numbers for this week?"
"I... can't tell you that."
"I'm hanging up," you joke.
"But I can tell you something else."
"Not interested," you put away your phone from your ear.
He glares at you, forcing you to continue playing along with him, "Hear me first!"
"Okay, I'm listening," you say with a dramatic eye roll.
"Future Chris says you need to go to hotel room number 103 tonight."
"Uhm... why?"
"You have to go there if you want to get lucky," he says with his tongue slightly poking out on one corner of his mouth.
"Still not interested," you poke fun, pretending to hang up the phone again.
"You'll regret it," he teases.
"I doubt that," you say with your nose scrunched at him.
Chan gets a little annoyed now, you can tell by the way he has his tongue poking his cheek and the fed-up grin on his face.
"Don't you want to get lucky tonight and find out about..." he pauses as he reaches for the pendant of your necklace and turns it over in his fingers, "the thing you're curious of."
This is it then, your intention matched his intention and the light has turned bright green. You take his hand and put it down onto your lap, then you slide your hand into his palm, "Okay."
"Okay," He says, holding your hand in his then brings it close to his mouth to place a soft kiss on the back of your hand.
-
As you're waiting for the elevator to arrive, Chan steadily places his hand on the arch of your back and lingers there until the elevator chimes open.
He lets you get in first and you choose to stand on the side, close to the panel full of numbers of the hotel floors and he reaches for it to push the number to his floor.
Should you consider yourself lucky that the elevator is empty? Should you be nervous because you're starting to feel like a prey being locked with its predator inside a small, enclosed space?
No words are being exchanged as the two of you locked in a gaze, but he speaks so much through his eyes, they're fiery, filled with so much want, so much need, and ultimately, desire.
After that much teasing, flirting, alcohol, chemistry, and tension, you've been wondering how the two of you managed to not kiss each other already.
It seems like he's about to make it happen as he comes closer to you, putting his hands on the handlebar and caging you in between. Slowly, he brings his hand close to your face and carefully puts away the strands of hair covering your face to the side, then tucks it behind your ear.
In this proximity, you can see how plush his lips are, how soft and full they are, and it's getting too hard to try to ignore. You look at him, telling him how much you want to kiss him through your eyes and deliberately blink to give him the unspoken permission to kiss you.
The heating moment gets interrupted by the sound of the elevator chimes open and a group of people gets in from the fourth floor.
"Excuse me," a man says as he reaches for the panel to press the number to his floor.
With his hand on your back again, Chan protectively guides you to take a step forward and stands behind you, he puts his arm around your waist with his hand resting on your abdomen.
There's a low chatter going on from the other corner of the elevator but the absence of silence doesn't make it less tense as Chan buries his nose in your hair, you can feel every breath he inhales on the nape of your neck. It feels hot and cold at the same time, making you tingling inside.
He then presses his mouth to your ear and softly whispers, "You're still using the same shampoo, mmh?" His lips graze your ear as he speaks.
Chan puts his other arm on you and quietly, pulls you closer until your back meets his chest, that way you can feel him behind you and his body heat that slowly melts you from the inside.
Quietly, he slides his hand down to the curve of your ass cheek and then gently squeezes the flesh.
"My God, this body..." he whispers with his breath tickles your body, "Makes me want to ruin you so much."
Is it wrong that you don't even want to hide it anymore? You want everyone in the elevator to hear what he just said to you and for a split second, you want Chan to fuck you right there and let everyone watches.
However, Chan suddenly lets go of you and you pout at the sudden loss of contact. Then you notice that the little screen above the panel shows that the elevator is about to stop on the 10th floor.
When it chimes open, you make your way out with Chan trails behind you. None of you look back but keep walking ahead with his hand resting on the arch of your back again, leading you to where his room is. His hand goes lower and lower the further you walk through the hotel corridor.
"This way," he says, guiding your body to take the left corridor.
Without warning, he grabs you by the waist and roughly pulls you with him until he hits his back against the wall, then crashes his mouth on you.
This is not your shared first kiss but this is somehow better than that. The feeling of your lips finally reunited in a rapturous kiss especially when you've been craving it oh, there's nothing like it!
Chan kisses you so hard, so deep, so passionately that you have a hard time returning it to him and breathing becomes a second priority to you.
"I've been wanting to do that all night," he mutters when he lets go of the kiss.
Still gasping for air, you nod and say, "Me too."
To your surprise, he turns you over and has you pinned against the wall this time, he pushes his body against yours as he seeks to be as close to you as possible until there's no inch of gap left between your bodies.
When he deems that you need to breathe, he lets go of your lips only to kiss you on your neck and you tip your head to the side to give him the free access. You let out a low moan as his teeth faintly scrape the skin.
His hands run amok, feeling you all over and touching you through your clothes, eventually his hand cups your breast in his. He kisses your lips again only to distract you from his hand trying to pull down the front of your dress and after a few tries, he manages to send your breast spilling which he wastes no time to take it in his mouth.
"Oh..." The moan just slipped out of your mouth and you hurriedly press your lips together to shut yourself up, aware that you're in a hotel corridor and the hotel guests might hear it, oh and also, someone may walk in on you making out in the hotel corridor.
He leaves your breast wet with his saliva when he lets go and goes straight to kiss you again, putting his weight against you and hoisting your leg around him.
It's getting hard to stay quiet as he starts to dry hump you, you can feel the friction of his clothed erection on you, big and bulging, highly arousing.
Hearing footsteps coming, he hurriedly fixes your dress and takes your hand, this time, leading you right to his hotel room. He swiftly unlocks the door with his keycard and pushes the door inward.
"Come in," he softly mutters, keeping the door open to let you in.
Once you're both inside, the obscenity continues. Nothing is stopping you from coming at each other and ripping each other's clothes. Your dress is the first to go then his shirts, they're lying on the carpeted floor now.
As you lips continuously latch with his, Chan swiftly unbuckles his belt and zips open his fly, he pulls his erection out of its confine.
Without breaking the kiss, he takes your hand and puts it around his hardening member. You gasp at how hot it feels in your hand, how hard it is that you can feel the veins coiling around his length.
He pulls away and looks down to see your hand holding his cock, "Is it as big as you remember?"
You suck air through your teeth and then say, "I'm not sure."
You start to slowly pump his length in your hand and look up at him, "but there's a way I can know for sure."
His eyebrow raised in question, "You do?"
"Uh-huh," you answer, leaning in to kiss him.
From his lips, you begin a trail of kisses to his neck and his chest next, then down to his sculpted abs until your knees hit the carpeted floor.
Something about kneeling in front of him and he's looking down on you with a mix of excitement and anticipation in his eyes arousing you in a whole new way.
In return, you look back at him, innocently blinking your eyes at him all the while your hand keeps stroking his cock in front of you.
"Can I?" You ask him with your thumb softly rubbing the tip of his cock.
He puts his hands in your hair, brushing your hair and gathering them in the back of your head, making a makeshift ponytail with his hand, "Yes."
Without looking away from him, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, then slowly, you take him in your mouth. You take him little by little and give yourself time to adjust yourself to his size which you think is somewhat bigger than you remember.
Wanting to impress him, you push yourself to take more of him but you're too haste and his cock hits the back of your throat so fast, triggering your gag reflex. You immediately pull away before you embarrass yourself more and look away as you let out a cough.
"Still too big for me," You say with a shy chuckle.
Chan places his hand on your cheek and tenderly caresses it, "Too big for you, mmh?"
You nod with your puppy eyes at him.
"But you're taking it so well," he coos, now wiping your chin with his thumb.
You wrap your hand around his cock again and slowly pump it, "Yeah?"
"Yes," he mutters with a soft smile.
The truth is you're not a big fan of giving blow jobs and you're not very confident in your skill, but he remains sweet and patient with you and you believe it's because he knows.
Chan makes you feel safe and comfortable enough to make you want to do it again.
"Let me just..." you don't finish your sentence but do it all over again.
You remind yourself to take it slow, regulate your breathing, and keep calm, it's even better if you can try to enjoy doing it.
To compensate for the rest that you can't take in your mouth, you use your hand and alternate between sucking and licking.
"See? You're taking me so well," he softly mutters, delicately tucking your hair behind your ear.
It doesn't take long for you to find your rhythm and slowly enjoying yourself giving him head, you're even humming in pleasure with your mouth full of him.
Seeing his reactions and hearing the lewd noises coming out of your mouth, encourages you to keep going despite your jaws getting tired and your knees are hurting from kneeling too long.
In between his low moans, he manages to mutter sweet nothings to you.
"Oh, that pretty mouth!"
"You're just too good."
"Oh... Too good at this!"
After a few minutes though, you sense that you needed a break so you slowly pull out and replace your mouth with your hand.
"You like that?"
"Very much," he answers without a beat.
He offers his hand to help you get up from the floor and pulls you close, hoisting your body against him knowing that you're probably tired from kneeling too long.
"You're getting too good, it's dangerous," he whispers to you with both hands cupping your ass cheeks.
You giggle and let him have your lips in him again, you're opening your mouth for him so he can kiss you deeper while he hoists you higher until your feet are lifted off the floor.
Chan carries you to the bed and gently lays you down on the bed, he removes his jeans first before joining you, lying next to you on the bed.
He brushes your hair away from your face and presses a kiss on your lips, "So, is it as big as you remember?"
You tangle your hand in his soft curls, "Jury's still out," you answer with a sly smile.
Chan glares at you as a grin slowly blossoms on his face, he offers his arm as your pillow and then pulls you closer to him, that way, he can comfortably plant his lips on yours again.
As he keeps you busy with his kisses, his hand is making its way down south and not stopping until it lands on your clothed cunt. He smirks against your lips the second he slips his fingers under, meeting your wetness.
"That wet for me, mmh?" He murmurs.
You coyly shrug and shoot him a smirk just to provoke him.
"Well, I'm honored," he says with his fingers tracing your folds and running it up and down your slit.
When he starts playing with your clit, you know you no long can keep your cool anymore. The cold that comes from the metal of his chain bracelet adds a different sensation to the hot and wetness of your cunt.
"Goodness..." you breathlessly gasp as he inserts his finger into you.
"I know you can take one more," he mutters with his mouth pressed to your ear, then proceeds to add another digit.
His two long fingers are inside you now, pumping them in and out of you, and curls them to find that spot that makes youâ
"Chris! Oh, fuck!" You curse and grip his shoulder hard enough your nails dug into the skin.
He's enjoying it from the way his head hovers above you and peacefully observing your face, wanting to see all of your reactions to his delightful assault.
He has his mouth sucking on your breast now and the other is being fondled by his other hand, the other hand is busy making a mess out of you.
You're squirming on the bed with your waist upheld in the air and shamelessly arching your back at him, seeking more of him inside you.
Chan knows when to stop, he teases you enough to prepare you for what comes next. He slows down his hand motions and slowly pulls them out. He doesn't let go yet but keeps his hand inside your underwear, playing with your clit.
A moment later, he draws his hand out of your underwear and rubs his fingers coated with your arousal on his lips, "Taste yourself on me," he says.
Seeing his lips wet with your essence is rather arousing and you don't hesitate at all to kiss him, tasting yourself on him. The kiss feels exceptionally kinky and you thought you couldn't be more aroused than this.
Without letting go of the kiss, he hovers above you and props his elbows against the mattress, "Are you still on the pills?"
You swallow air before answering, "Yeah."
He places a sweet peck on your lips then looks at you, "Is it okay if we do it without protection?"
Maybe deep down you know you can trust him and it wouldn't be the first time you're doing it with him without a layer of protection so you find it easy to agree to it and nod.
"Okay," you say, also providing him a verbal consent.
He smiles at you and lowers his mouth on you again, he continues the kisses down your front. His hands tugging at the elastic band of your underwear and pulling it down as he continues the kisses down to your legs.
The bed quakes as Chan gets off the bed and he's just standing there, looking at you and your naked body for his eyes to lust on. You catch him inhaling and exhaling air like he's overwhelmed by what he's seeing.
"You're so beautiful," he mutters with a delightful sigh.
It would be the only normal response to get flustered under his lustful eyes, you look away from him and say, "Just get in here, Chris!"
He surprises you by jumping onto the bed, making the bed quakes once more and he immediately puts his lips on yours again.
"Turn over for me," he softly whispers to you ear.
Without saying a word, you obey him, turning over on the bed and getting on your fours, kneeling with your hands propped against the mattress in front of you.
Chan positions himself behind you and then with so much care, he puts all of your hair away onto one shoulder so he can place kisses on your back. His hands freely roam around your body.
In your opinion, Chan has the most attractive pair of hands, it's warm and firm with veins snaking on the back of his hand, and of course, long fingers that know how to find your most sensitive spot. Now, they're on you, going all over you and feeling you all over.
"I almost forgot how soft you are," he murmurs.
He then brings his hands to your chest to play with your mounds, he hums in pleasure as he sees your breasts mold perfectly in his hands.
"Like they were made just for me," he sighs.
It's like his attractiveness and his big cock aren't enough, Chan has to have a smart mouth too, a mouth that knows what to say and how to say it.
Then again, you're just a girl and you're prone to sugary sweet words like that. You look over your shoulder and smile at him, not expecting that he's going to capture your lips in a kiss.
He slides one hand down to your throbbing cunt again, making sure it's wet enough for him to penetrate. He gently pushes you to the front so he can aim his cock at your entrance and then slowly, he guides you to take him in.
"Oh... ah..." you moan, crumpling the sheet underneath you.
And you almost forget how big he is until he's inside you and you get so high that you blank out, you're there on all fours and merely just a vessel.
Not giving you another minute to adjust, Chan moves back and pulls his cock out only to push it deeper inside you. He then wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly while you're flailing against him like a rag doll.
"You feel so good," he whispers, his breath is hot and heavy in your ear, "So fucking tight around me."
He brings his hand down to rub your clit, adding gentle pressure as he's circling on it.
"I'm going to move, okay?" He says to you with a slobbering kiss on your shoulder.
Unable to form a coherent answer, you repeatedly nod in answer.
The sploshing sound of his fingers incessantly rubbing your clit intensify along with the pace of his thrusting. Chan either has his lips on your lips or plants them on your shoulder, either way, he does it to muffle his groans.
This is what happens when his hand and his cock joint forces, you find yourself on the brink of orgasm when all you've been doing is filling the room with your high-pitched moans.
"Oh, I'm cumming," you whine, holding onto the sheet as waves of pleasure surging all over you.
Chan slows down but does not stop thrusting into you, he kisses your neck and shoulder as you relish your orgasm. He keeps you close with his slung across your chest.
"Chris?" You breathlessly call his name.
"Yes, baby?" He answers your call and you guess the pet name unintentionally slipped out of his mouth.
Not going to lie, it gets you fluttering to hear him call you baby. You curve your arm around his neck and bring his head close to kiss him.
After a while, you start to doubt that the fluttering feeling came from Chan calling you with a pet name. You think it's because you're getting your second orgasm.
"What should I do, Chris?" You whine against his mouth
He breaks the kiss and looks at you with a concerned look, "Huh?" Chan confusingly asks.
"I'm about to cum again," you shamelessly admit.
Chan lets out a low chuckle and presses a kiss on your lips, "Then let's cum together, yeah?" he simply resolves.
He draws you close to him until your back hits his chest, his strong arms wrapped around you to hold you steady as he adds more speed to his thrust.
"Chris, oh..." you moan while holding onto his forearm.
His hands slithering around, one hand squeezing on your breast and the other wrapped around your neck. His mouth nests in the crook of your neck, grunting in pleasure and at times, sucking on your skin to muffle his noises.
"Oh, you keep clenching, baby," he mutters, followed by a broken moan.
That is probably because his cock is deep inside you, it's engorging and pulsating, filling you whole and continuously rubbing against your velvety walls, making the knot in your stomach tighten with each passing second.
Getting weak on the knees, you collapse onto the bed and Chan hurriedly holds you by the waist as he maintains the pace.
"I'm close, I'm close," you tell him repeatedly with one side of your face pressed against the bed.
Chan groans as he pushes his cock as shallowly as possible inside you, "Almost there," he says through his gritted teeth.
The previous orgasm makes you more sensitive than before and you can't hold yourself back anymore so you slowly let go and let the pleasure take over you once more.
Meanwhile, Chan hovers behind you and takes your hands, he holds them by the wrists then pin them against the bed as he restlessly thrusts into you to chase his high.
"Want me to cum inside you?" He asks, still thoughtful as you remember
"Uh-huh, yeah," you manage to answer even with your brain close to short-circuit.
Getting the permission is all he needed to get to his release. Then moment he finally come undone, he lets out a hoarse yet the most beautiful moan you ever heard, then lets himself lay on top of you.
A moment passes in contented silence and Chan presses a long kiss on the nape of your neck, then softly asks, "Are you okay?"
Not getting an answer, he endearingly brushes your hair away from your face to check it himself, "Did I go too rough on you?" He asks again with a slight concern.
You allow yourself to take a few more seconds to gain your composure and instead of answering, you foolishly grin at him and say, "That was so fucking good."
In response, Chan brightly smiles then pecks your lips, "No, but seriously, are you okay?"
You nod at him, "I'm okay."
After hearing your confirmation, he lets out a sigh of relief and then kisses you again, longer than the previous one.
"Sweet break?"
You don't expect him to say that after a long time, you smile and nod, "Sweet break."
-
Sweet break is something you used to say to each other when you need to take a break from something by eating something sweet. Like now, for instance, you and him taking a break from sex to order something sweet from the room service.
"Bad news is the kitchen is closed" Chan announces the second you come out of the bathroom.
It would be bothersome to put on your dress so you put on Chan's shirt instead, buttoning it as you join him on the sofa, "And the good news?"
He opens the food cover to show you what he got from the room service, "They're still serving desserts," he says with a grin.
The two of you huddle together around the plates of desserts and eating them on the sofa, filling the room with the sounds of your chewing and the dessert spoon scraping the plate.
It's fascinating to watch Chan casually eat his chocolate cake like he didn't just fuck the brains out of you a while ago. You let out a low chuckle and get back to your crepes.
"What's so funny?" He asks, catching you quietly chuckling to yourself.
"Nothing," you answer with a shrug.
He glares at you and decides to invade your plate with his fork, stabbing at the sliced banana and then shoving it into his mouth.
"Hey, eat your own dessert," you scold him but let him collect more bananas from your plate.
"But you don't like bananas," he says in between his chews.
"I don't like bananas but that doesn't mean I can't eat them," you say, but proceed to put the bananas to the side of the plate.
"I'm eating it for you so you only eat what you like," he says with a proud grin.
It's endearing that he still remembers little things like this. The sweet break, your dislike toward a certain and even how many of his fingers you like to have inside you. You can't help but wonder if he remembers other things too. His feelings for you, perhaps?
"Want to order another one?"
The two of you shared and finished the last plate together, even though you feel like you can have another plate, you refuse the offer.
He puts the plates away to the side of the room and returns to the sofa, lifting your legs before he sits next to you and then puts your legs on his lap.
"What's that cafĂŠ with the salted caramel cookies?" He suddenly asks.
"The one with butternut latte?" You ask back to check.
He gently puts his hand on your shoulder and plays with your hair, "Is it still open?"
Damn. He even still remembers that one cafĂŠ you regularly visited when the two of you were still dating.
"Yes," you answer with a smile.
"Man. Those are the best cookies!" he sighs with his fingertips lightly rubbing your thigh.
"I mean, we can go there tomorrow if you want," you casually say or you hope it sounds casual, it's a friendly offer.
He stops playing with your hand and cups your jaw, "I would love to," he says.
From the way his smile slowly dims, you sense a 'but' coming. Oh no, you sense a regret coming. You shouldn't have offered it in the first place.
"But I have to leave tomorrow," he says.
"Oh?" You try to remain unbothered and keep your facial expression in check, "Tomorrow, huh?"
"Yeah. I have to take care of a few things back home," he explains.
By back home, he means Australia and he'll fly out tomorrow, and probably for good. You hate that you get sad like it would be the first he's done it to you.
He holds you by the chin and slowly brings your head close to place a chaste kiss on your lips, it's so tender that you feel a tug at your chest.
"Thank you for coming to see me," he sincerely says with his eyes wide and shining for you.
This is where you start losing the objective of why you're here, you came here to solely get fucked, not expecting anything but his cock inside you.
Time to put some sense into your head and laugh it off, "Oh, my God, Chris!" You gasp out loud.
His forehead wrinkles in question, "What?"
"Yes, we can fuck again, no need to try so hard," you say with a sassy eye roll.
Learning that he's being pranked, he squints his eyes at you with his tongue pokes his cheek. While clutching his chest, he says, "Gosh, I thoughtâ"
Before he can finish his sentence, you shut him up with a kiss because you don't want to keep talking about your feelings or get reminded of how things were when you were still together. You kiss him because you want to forget.
"You thought what?" You ask as you sit on his lap.
He licks his lips and shakes his head, "Nothing."
He's more than glad to have you sitting on his lap as it allows him to hold you close. His hands trail the sides of your body until they eventually land on your ass and then eagerly fondle them in his hands. Catching you off guard, he lands a slap on your ass cheek.
"Chris!" You shriek, abruptly stop kissing him, "That stings!"
"Can't help it," he innocently says while laughing and then pulls you close to kiss you again before you scold him more.
As a safety measure, you take his hands from your ass and fold them together on his chest but he takes it to his advantage, he finds another playground for his lewd hands.
Doesn't want to waste time unbuttoning it, he slips his hand under your shirt to fondle your breast, circling his fingers around your nipple before pinching at it.
He then lifts your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cool night air, and wastes no time to bury his head in between your mounds. He then pulls the shirt down and hides himself in it, acting like a toddler by purposely placing ticklish kisses on you to make you laugh
"Stop playing," you scold him with your hand tangled in his curls, "Let's go to bed, mmh?"
Chan pops his head out through the opening of the shirt and looks at you, "Kiss me first," he demands.
How can you say no when he looks at you with fondness in his eyes and a smile on his face? You fulfill his wish and place a long, lingering kiss on his lips.
"Can we go now?" You say the second you pull away from the kiss.
"Okay," he obliges.
He gets out of your shirt first and you get off his lap next, then starts walking toward the bedroom when Chan suddenly comes from behind you and hoists you up, looking unbothered carrying you on his shoulder.
"To the bed!" He announces, then slaps the back of your thigh.
"Chris!" You scold again but you can't do anything about it as you hang upside-down on his back.
The bed is already a mess and it seems like it's going to get even messier with the way Chan constantly has you pinned under him. He kisses your lips, softly yet hungrily like devouring an ice cream.
Aware that he has taken his turn, Chan doesn't complain when you flip him over and take it over from him. You're straddling him, rubbing his cock between your slit while he's unbuttoning your shirt open.
You find yourself wet for him again in no time and his cock is as hard as you need it to be, maybe this is why sex with him feels exceptional, the two of you are always horny for each other.
You let out a low, long moan the whole time you lower yourself on him and a seductive chuckle slips out of your mouth the second he's fully buried inside you.
When you look down at him, you find him staring at you with his mouth agape. You slyly smile and place both of your hands on his glorious pecs, "Have you always been this big?"
Chan licks his lips and rests his hands on your thighs, "And have you always been this tight?" He asks back instead of answering.
Being on top gives you the freedom to set a pace you prefer and switch positions as you like, more importantly, you can fully enjoy every bit of it. But it's working because Chan is such a great partner, he lets you have full control and lets you take your time.
If not using his hands to touch you all over, he has his hands folded under his head and quietly enjoying watching you fucking him.
"If you keep clenching around me like that, I might cum too fast," he tells you.
"I'm okay with that," you calmly respond.
To tease him more, you purposely keep clenching around him and rolling your hips in circular motions. Somehow you stop focusing on getting your high and start thinking about how to please him more.
"Oh," he loudly groans and his hand grips at your waist, "You're bad!"
You giggle in response while continuing to roll your hips back and forth in painstakingly slow motion.
"Oh, you're really, really bad," he says with ragged breath.
The sex may not be as hard or as intense as the previous one but it's just as good, even better. Maybe it's the unwavering eye contact, maybe it's the way he hisses every time you tease him, or the way he trusts you to make him feel good.
Whatever it is, you feel like sharing an intimate moment with him and you can't lie, it feels special.
"Are you close?" You ask because you're very close to your climax.
"I've been waiting for you to ask me that," he hastily answers, still able to joke in a heating moment like this.
You take him along with you to the edge and not stopping until the two of you come to your release, you keep moving at a sloppy pace to ride out the high.
Chan pulls you close, forcing you to lower yourself onto his body and accidentally sending his cock to slip out. You don't mind it at first but you can feel his hot cum dripping out of you and onto his abdomen.
You break the kiss and mutter in panic, "It's dripping."
"I'll put it back in," he simply responds, reaching down for his cock and slowly pushes it back into you.
Now that it's resolved, he puts his arms around you again and pulls you even closer until your bodies mold into one another, then kisses you more.
Without looking and breaking the kiss, he pulls the duvet and covers both of your bodies with it, ready to end the night with your bodies still connected.
"Have I told you this?" He suddenly asks.
"What?"
He looks at you with his brown eyes that looks like a nice cup of cocoa, comforting and warm.
"I miss you," he ever softly says.
There he goes again, making you debate whether you came here for the sex or to try to rekindle old sparks with him. But in all honesty, it feels good to know that the yearning goes both ways.
For once, you let your heart answer it for you.
"I miss you too, Chris," you mutter back with a smile.
And now you start debating if seeing him tonight is indeed a bad idea.
-
There's a wet, squelching sound when you first come to your senses the next morning, you feel like sleeping for another hour or two but you also feel the urge to check what that noise is all about.
You force open your eyes and find out right away the source of that wet, squelching sound, it's coming from Chan and he has his mouth latched to your breast.
"Morning, Chris," you croak as you brush your hair away from your face.
He lets go of your breast with a loud pop and looks at you, "Did I wake you?"
"Not really," you answer, putting your hand in his fluffy bedhead.
"I'm sorry," he says but not looking like it.
"Are you? Sorry?" You jokingly say and lay back on your pillow.
He slyly grins and shifts his focus back to playing with your mounds. He holds your breast up and uses his slick tongue to tease your nipple, alternating between licking and sucking.
It's normal to feel horny in the morning and, you find yourself already wet under there, you guess Chan has been helping himself while you were still sleeping.
Chan's head hangs above your chest and you can see how much he's enjoying your breasts, playing with them like a toddler, he even makes noises as he fills his mouth with your ample flesh.
"Aren't you leaving today? Shouldn't we get up and shower?" You mutter, softly scratching his scalp as you talk.
He sucks at your breast so hard and pulls it before letting it go, grinning as he is satisfied with what he just did.
"My flight is in the afternoon," he says.
"And I'd better go so you can packâ"
"But I already ordered breakfast," he whines like a fussy child.
"Well, we can shower first."
"They'll send breakfast at 8," he shares with a wild grin.
You turn your head to check the time on the clock hanging on the wall, "But it's hardly 7."
"Exactly!" He exclaims.
"Exactly what?" You ask in genuine confusion.
He buries his head in your neck and whispers, "We have an hour before breakfast."
Despite catching on to his intention, you decide to act dumb, "And?"
"And..." he inhales your scent before hovering above you, "I'll have my breakfast first."
He winks at you then goes under the duvet, and settles himself between your legs to have his so-called breakfast and it only makes sense that it progresses to intercourse.
Morning sex offers different things, it's the quiet, the peace, the slivers of morning sun shining through the cracks of the curtains, doing it with a refreshed mind and body, it's also the best way to start the day.
It's even better when you get to be a pillow princess, you just lay back and let Chan do all the handwork. He has your legs locked around his waist as he thrusts into you at a slow yet steady pace and in every thrust, he makes you feel every inch of his length rubbing against your walls.
"This is just great," he says with his face pressed to the side of your head.
"Mmh, what?" You respond as best as you can.
"I don't have to do cardio today," he says with a low chuckle.
This is your favorite kind of sex, do it by not taking it too seriously. Because in your opinion, other than it should be comfortable for the individuals involved, sex should be fun.
You kiss his open mouth and drag your lips down to his neck, then plant your mouth on his skin, sucking at it hard enough to form a hickey on it.
"What's that about?" He's rather dumbfounded instead of annoyed.
"Just trying to make it fair," you coyly say as you point to the blossoming mark he made on your breast.
"Yeah, okay," he says in defeat.
As much as you don't want the sex to end, it eventually ends but in a rather explosive, euphoric way. You feel like you've just been given another chance at life after that last orgasm.
"Who needs coffee, huh?" You sigh as you blankly stare at the ceiling.
It's a rhetorical question but Chan decides to respond to it anyway, "Not me, apparently."
Then you remember that he indeed doesn't drink nor need coffee to function, "Not you, apparently," you correct your earlier remark.
Chan carefully lowers himself on top of you and hastily kisses you, both of your teeth almost colliding.
"Thought I was still dreaming when I woke up next to you," he says, coming with another sentimental remark that evokes something deep within you.
You decide to push it further down and keep it there by saying, "Ugh. It's too early for that," you groan.
Chan weakly chuckles with his head nestled in your neck and just like the universe knows you need the distraction, the knocking comes on the door and it must be the breakfast.
You gently pat his head and say, "Now, go get my coffee!"
The morning continues with a quiet breakfast, it's obvious the reason why, the two of you burnt so many calories last night and need a reload.
Then there's the shower and you strongly refuse to share with him or else, it'll take much time. But Chan has an even stronger will and joins you anyway.
This is another reason why sex with him feels exceptional, the two of you are the same insatiable creatures.
The two of you dressed in silence and at times, catch him watching you, instead of feeling shy, you give him a proper show, bending down and wriggling your ass as you put your underwear on.
Chan enjoys every bit of it, he grins and bites his lips, tempted to come up at you, and goes at it again, but sadly, time is running out.
It's here, this is where it's going to end and you never know when you'll see him again, and that's even if you're still able to. You can only hope that he doesn't see how much you want him to stay.
"This is it then," you say, standing right in front of him in the foyer.
He takes your hand, loosely lacing his fingers with yours, "Can I still text you?"
"Sure," you answer.
"How about phone calls?"
"Booty calls only," you jokingly say.
He smiles and takes a step closer to you, you can almost see every moment the two of you shared last night flashes in his eyes, and it's achingly beautiful.
"Can I kiss you before you leave?"
You plan to make the goodbye as brief and as painless as possible but you don't want to risk losing the opportunity to make it a not-so-sad ending. But if you have to be honest, you simply want to kiss him.
"Okay," you agree with a nod.
You put your arms around his shoulders and let your body molds into him as he holds you close, you tilt your head up and close your eyes.
The moment your lips make contact, your heart bursts open and there's no way of stopping your feelings flow out of it so you let them be. You let him feel your pain, your yearning, and ultimately, your feelings for him that you try so hard to conceal, and then slowly, you pull away from the kiss before they fight their way out of your heart.
It's possible that Chan feels it too, that the kiss feels intimate, the kiss feels emotional, and a little close to the heart. He pulls you into a hug that lasts for a long time as if he tries to convey some unspoken messages too.
"No need to send me off," you tell him, not wanting to make it sadder than it already is.
Chan walks you to the door with his hand on the small of your back and then keeps it open for the final goodbye. You stand facing him and say, "Goodbâ"
He puts his finger on your lips to stop you from finishing your sentence, "I'll see you when I see you."
That sounds like he indirectly promises you that one day, he'll come and see you again, and surprisingly, it only makes you uneasy.
You put on a smile and try another way to say goodbye, "Have a safe flight, Chris."
As you get into the back of the taxi, you get these familiar feelings and unfortunately, they're not the good kind. You feel like you went through the same thing before, you feel angry, you feel sad, and lost, and you feel this tightness in your chest that makes it hard to breathe. Then it hits you that it feels exactly like that day he broke up with you, this is the feeling of heartbreak.
In the end, you got your physical needs at the price of having to face your feelings and it all comes down to one conclusion: seeing him was a bad idea.
-
ONE MONTH LATER
It's like you're trapped in an endless loop, it's the weekend and you're lying on your bed, horny and bored.
Your phone is blaring with notifications and messages, you check and skim through them, they're from your friends or some other miscellaneous, you couldn't care less.
In other words, they're not the notifications you've been anticipating.
Chan has been diligently contacting you, sometimes he texted and when he's not, he calls you late at night because apparently, he's always busy during the day. The point is he always contact you by any means of communication.
However, for these past few days, it's been total radio silence. He's not even looking at the pictures you specifically posted to thirst-trap him. If only he knows how much time and energy you've spent just to get a single flattering shot of yourself. Ugh!
As you're about to spiral down, your phone dings and you consider ignoring it to spare you from getting disappointed all over again.
After a moment though, you cave in. You unlock your phone and get greeted by the very notification you've been dying to get.
What you doin'?
Busy running around in my head? He wrote a corny message and added a crying laughing emoji.
A week of no contact and that's the first thing he said? You scoff in disbelief and just stare at the messages, you've learned to make him wait for your reply and use the time to think of witty, flirty answers to his messages.
Am I running with clothes on or naked? You playfully ask back, giggling as you type it.
I think you know the answer. He wrote back with a winking emoji.
Let's hope I don't catch a cold then. You jokingly write in response.
You should stop cause it does things to me.
One minute he's corny, one minute he's cute, and the rest of the time? Hot, confident, and flirty, and you eat those shit up.
Things like what? You reply.
Like this. He wrote along with a picture.
Intrigued, you hurriedly click open the attachment and it's a picture he took of him in the mirror, wearing nothing but his white underwear. Your eyes feast on his glorious Greek God body, his sculpted abs and broad shoulders, and eventually your eyes flick down to the bulge inside his underwear.
In all honestly, it's the first thing that catches your eye because it's so fucking big and the underwear does nothing but enhance the shape and the size.
All of a sudden, you feel thirsty, literally and figuratively, and Chan knows how to make you keep swallowing air by sending you another picture.
The picture is of the same setting but in a rather different position, he's sitting on a chair, slightly slumped with his legs spread wide open and his hand holding his bulge.
Wish it was your hand.
Did he take a class on how to take good thirst traps and nudes? Because damn! Two pictures are enough to make you feel like an animal in heat.
Can I have it in my mouth instead?
Want to have you in my mouth.
Being straightforward mixed with the drooling emoji always works but what really does it is the one magic word: Please?
A minute later, there's no reply from him but your phone rings, he's calling you and you scramble to sit on the bed. You take a deep breath first before hitting the accept call button.
"Hello?"
"Gosh, I want you so much," He suddenly says, no greetings or small talk first. He goes straight to what he wants and you kind of dig that.
You giggle into the phone and playfully ask, "How much?"
"So fucking much," he emphasizes every word and lets out a heavy sigh after.
"Come and maybe I'll give it to you," you seductively say while playing with the lint on your denim shorts, "Maybe."
He chuckles and then jokingly says, "I'm on my way."
"Don't make me wait long," you play along with him but secretly wish that it's true.
You hear rustles from his end of the phone call and think he's probably calling you while lying on his bed but then, you hear the sound of bustling streets and car horns andâ
"You're not really on the way, right?" You nervously ask, twisting the loose thread around your index finger.
"I told you, I'm coming," he coyly says.
Your heart skips a beat but he could be anywhere, he could be driving to work or you know, in a taxi in... Australia. Right?
"Chris..." you meekly call him.
"Yes?"
"Are you in the city?" You ask to confirm his location.
"Suprise!" He exclaims followed by a series of giggles.
Yes, you secretly wish that he was coming, but not now but not now and maybe, not ever because the last time you saw each other, things didn't end well for you.
So seeing him tonight is a bad idea, right?
"Why didn't youâ" You don't know how to word it without sounding like you're not grateful for his surprise.
"I want to see you," he says, cutting through your silence, "Do you want to see me too?"
What should you do? You don't want him to come but at the same time, you want him to come. Oh, God, this is so confusing!
You want to lie so badly but your heart won't let you, "I want to see you," you openly admit.
"I'm coming so wait for me, yeah?" He softly mutters.
"Okay," you weakly reply.
"I'll see you in a bit," he says with a smile that you can hear through the phone.
"See you."
The second you hang up the call, you start pacing back and forth in your room. He'll be here anytime soon and it'll be just like that night all over again.
You almost jump when the knock comes on the door and you slowly walk to the door, just standing there with your hand on the knob, debating if you should ignore him and pretend you're not home.
The knocks come again and reflexively, you turn the knob and pull the door open.
There he is in a white shirt and blue jeans, the simplest way of dressing yet somehow, it looks incredibly stunning on him.
"Hi," he says with a sweet grin on his face.
His hair is slightly tousled, he smells incredible and those dimples have the power to make you soften around him almost immediately, they're your kryptonite.
"Hi," you say back, lingering by the doorway.
"Brought you wine," he says, showing the bottle of red wine in his hand.
You tilt your head to the side and fight the urge to jump at him and climb him like a tree.
"That's so nice of you," you say with a smile.
"Can I come in?" He asks, gesturing his head toward the inside of your apartment.
But it's a bad idea, right?
However, you find yourself nodding and you step aside, "You may come in."
Chan steps inside and you close the door behind you after. The second you turn around, he pushes you to the wall and crashes his lips against yours.
And you know what? Fuck it! It's fine.
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â HOUSEMATE! TOGAME JO X F! READER
SUMMARYđ you donât realize how loud you are, do you? or maybe itâs just the walls? his patience seems to also be running thin, but heâs always thought of himself as someone who tries to be a pretty decent guy.. most of the time. a decent enough guy that doesnât regularly fantasize about fucking chojiâs childhood friend raw, at the very least.
CONTAINS ďž ft. explicit smut (18+), masturbation (reader as well as togame), confused mutual pining, thigh fucking, usage of pet names, fingering, marking, multiple orgasms, squirting, very vague traces of jealousy & possessiveness, eavesdropping (kind of), size difference, creampie, toy usage (just reader)
a bit of an old draft with minimal editing- but thought i should touch it up a bit and finally release it into the wild sjdnkxk, so sorry friends!
Out of all the things Togame has noticed since youâve moved into the vacant room right beside his own, three of them have stuck out the most.
The first thing heâs picked up on is that you seem to have a preference for lounge shorts. Perhaps, for youâ the shorter, the more comfortable. They just happen to be the ones that ride up your ass whenever you move around, but heâs no pervert.
He tries not to look when it happens.
The next thing is that the walls in Chojiâs apartment are thinner than he remembers them being. Itâs hopeless to the point where no amount of soundproofing foam would help. In fact, theyâre so thin that a part of him worries they might suddenly collapse if he puts even so much as a quarter of his weight against it.
This means that, unfortunately for you, heâs heard every single noise thatâs ever slipped from your lips.
Everything.
That leaves the most important thing so farâ that you have absolutely no clue about thing number one or thing number two. Heâs more than certain of this fact.
Togame is only human after all, so whenever you make the brash decision to touch yourselfâ technically only a couple feet away from him, he might add, heâs doomed to yet another restless night (as if anyone would be able to sleep soundly with how loud you always seem to be).
Every fiber in his body refuses to make eye contact with you the morning after. It would make him guilty, maybeâ feel like some sort of creep for listening to you get yourself off. He has to reason with the persistent voice in his head, remind himself that itâs not his fault your room is beside his own and itâs not his fault youâre always so loud.
Even with how badly this whole incident is affecting him, the way you behave around him hasnât changed at all. Ever. Itâs a mystery as to how the possibility of being overheard has never even seemed to cross your mind once.
Wholeheartedly clueless. Did you really think of him as that good of a guy?
If someone were to ask him, Togame would probably say that he likes to think of himself as someone who at least tries to be a decent guy- for the most part. He just helps out whenever he can.
Itâs only that you make it really, really hard for him to think of himself that way. He swears it gets louder each time, like you want others to hear you. The noises that slip out grow more and more obsceneâ though heâs unsure if this is reality or his mind playing tricks on him.
The worst part of it all is the timing.
He doesnât hear the buzzing through the walls when he comes home after a long day out, but when heâs home, maybe even after bumping into you once or twice in the kitchen earlier, heâs fated to hear you later.
Itâs a little odd, but he chalks it up to his own delusions.
Maybe just a subconscious way to justify his perversion. If you like him like that, it would make him look like less of a creep in this whole situation.
But the timing is still interesting, he notes. Today marks day number six of no noises, only silence at night. In fact, heâs barely seen you this week at all.
You would think the silence means he can finally sleepâ relax and get some rest without a raging hard on along with a wave of guilt to crush him afterwards, but it seems to be the exact opposite.
Heâs worried sick that you may have found out- or that somethingâs in the air.
Itâs not like heâs been actively seeking out your voice or anything like that. It just so happens to be that itâs loud and thereâs nowhere for him to escape- and maybe that he canât fall asleep until he rubs one out.
Heâll admit that maybe it was wrong of him to start matching his pace with your ownâ but itâs harder not to. Your voice is so clear that his hand just decides to match you all on its own.
âTogame?â
The cereal box in his hand slips and falls onto the counter with a loud thud. âOops,â you laugh, and it makes his heart skip a second beat. âSorry. I didnât mean to scare you. Whatâre you doing?â
âOh,â his eyebrows raise, a habit heâs picked up whenever heâs paying close attention to someoneâs voice, âjust a snack.â Maybe if he talks a little slower than usual, you wonât pick up on the way his heartbeat has started to speed up now that youâre directly beside him.
âHm? A snack?â You inch closer towards him, and he swallows a big gulp. Today is no different than any other day. Youâre wearing a sports braâ the tiny shorts to pair with it, and he curses his mind for how fast it starts to imagine something more obscene.
He shakes the thought out of his head immediately.
âWhyâre you eating now?â You decide to peer around his arm, entirely oblivious to the way your chest brushes against him- and he stiffens. âWe were gonna eat with Choji later, right? For our movie night thing.â
He thinks something resembling worry flashes across your face the next second. âYouâre still gonna watch it with usâŚ. right?â
âCourse I am. I can eat a lot, yâknow.â
Itâs shameful how fast the delusions start flooding in. Delusions being: maybe youâd be disappointed if he didnât join you. Maybe youâd actually wanted to be beside him- he wants to think this, and perhaps if you werenât staring at him, heâd try and shake this thought out of his head before he starts to believe it himself.
Youâre just being nice to him. Youâre always nice to everyone. Maybe oblivious to everything around you too, but still nice.
And you also havenât taken notice of the way your tits are now pushing against his elbow, but he doesnât mention this. Though he doesnât move away, either.
âIf you say so,â your lips curl into a smile, âI always see you eating. Is that how you got your muscles so big?â
Big?
He jerks his head to look at you, a bit too quickly to look nonchalant, but youâve already left your spot beside him (much to his dismay), peering into the fridge before grabbing your own snack.
âI hope Choji picks a good one this time,â you huff, âthe last movie was so weird.â
âYeah.. Iâm sure he will..â the warmth rushing to his cheeks makes it hard to get out anything else.
âAlsoâ oh?â You seem to finally realize just how much your shorts have ridden up when you awkwardly tug them down with your free hand, Togame tearing his gaze away from you as soon as you peer back up at him again. âSorry. Make sure to tell Choji to text me when you guys set it up, okay? Iâll be in my room.â
By the time he nods, youâre already out of the room.
It usually takes Togame one, long nap to revert back to normal. âNormalâ meaning being able to stay in a ten foot radius of you without the desire to fold you in half and take you on your own bed intruding his mind.
Out of all the days his strategy doesnât work, fate chooses today.
If anything, heâs in a worse place than when you were latched onto his arm earlier. Youâve actually managed to make it into his dream. Itâs as clear as day in his head- the way you were clinging onto his shoulders as he fucked you on the countertop. So good that your legs were shaking as you tried to wrap them around his middle, nails digging deep into his shoulder blades as he whispered for you to keep quiet over and over.
You couldnât. Still making the same noises he hears from the other side of the wall, only this timeâ straight in his ear. And of course, you sounded even prettier up close.
If only it was real.
He lets out a heavy sigh and rubs his temples before he finds himself in front of your room again, making a mental note not to lock eyes with you once youâre out so that this odd situation doesnât somehow worsen for him.
He was just here to call you to join him and Choji for movie night- that was all. Thatâs what Choji had told him to do anyway- to go grab you and help choose from the heaping pile of movies he had brought back.
But then he hears something.
Itâs only when heâs about to knock when the sound registers in his ears. Itâs the painfully familiar buzzing sound that comes from right behind your door, and it goes straight to the bulge in his pants before he even gets a chance to fight it off.
Shit.
One sharp inhale later and his fist still hovers an inch in front of your door, unsure of whether he should knock or tell Choji to give you a few minutes. ThoughâŚChoji has never really been the type to sit and wait around, was he..?
He would probably come get you himself sooner or later, and that seems to fall under the last thing on his list of things heâd want that to happen right now. Not when youâre like thisâ so he settles for one gentle knock before leaning in to check if you heard him.
Itâs silent.
He presses his ear flat against your door and listens for a reply- only to hear you gasp, followed by a muffled moan that he can only imagine as being your hand over your mouth, and he jerks back instantly. A terrible, terrible idea.
Itâs pathetic just how strongly his body reacts to your voice, the aching between his legs much more apparent now that heâs heard you moan up close like this. Just like his dream. You sound just as needy, and he briefly wonders how your voice might change if it were him touching you instead.
But with how your moans getting louder with each passing second, itâs only a matter of time until Choji hears.
âHeyâŚ.â he calls out, fist knocking on your door with a little more urgency this time. âAre you awake?â
The buzzing switches off in a second, and it falls silent. In any other situation, heâd laugh- because you really are the most oblivious person heâs ever met if you thought he couldnât hear it in the first place.
ââŚH-huh..? To..game?â You call out- the obvious strain in your voice doing nothing to help the predicament heâs got himself in.
âYea⌠itâs me. Chojiâs waiting.â
âA-Ah⌠Iâll be there, umââ
Fuck. You scan the room to find something to put onâ anythingâ and suddenly every article of clothing youâve had on has gone missing from where you remember tossing them. You settle for an oversized tee, frantically tossing your blanket around to find your shortsâ but theyâre still nowhere to be found.
Horrible timing.
âMan- you two are taking forever!â Choji yells from the other end of the hallway. âCome out already! Look- pick between my right and left hand. I already narrowed the movies down to two!â
Togame hears a loud rustling from you in response, and then a stammered âFuckâ hold on! Iâm comingâŚâ
The door swings open a second later, and youâre immediately faced with your 6â2 roommate, green eyes a little wide when he looks down into your own. Youâre suddenly hyper aware of the fact that youâre not even wearing panties under the shirt youâve thrown on, and oh- you really should have done something about the juices that have already started to run down your thighs.
His composure cracks a bit.
âYou look pretty out of breath there,â he notes, eyes flickering behind you. Itâs not that heâs looking for anything in particular- just a reaction. Maybe a bit of panicking would confirm that he didnât just imagine you touching yourself, and- perhaps he was never a good guy, after all.
Good guys wouldnât tease innocent girls like you.
The way your eyes go wide doesnât go unnoticed by him, even more so when you start pushing against his chest, stammering something about âH-hey! No peeking in my room!â
He can tell youâre worried, even a bit desperate to get him away from there- though it doesnât take a detective to spot the soaked rabbit vibrator laying flat on your bed. He knows youâd want to crawl into a hole if he saw that, and the thought alone makes him throb.
âAh! Youâreââ Choji calls out, but itâs too late. Togame stumbles back a couple steps, and you follow right afterâ gasping before your chest roughly crashes against his own as he moves to catch you. His arms wrap tightly around your middle, knee prodding between your thighs and your face heats up in an instant.
Oh.
âAre you two okay?â Choji takes a step forward, but Togame is quick to pull you closer against him, his body shifting to cover your frame. Time seems to slow.
âAh⌠weâre okay. Weâll be there in a second, yeah? Put on the movie on the left for us, Choji.â
Youâre frozen in place even after Choji agrees and rushes back to the living room with a cheerful hum, and you swear the pounding of your heart might just shatter your ribcage. You donât have panties on. His knee is still pressed against your bare cunt, slick already soaking through his sweats and you know he feels it. Youâre certain.
That must be why he told Choji to go back, right? Thereâs no way he doesnât feel it. Can he feel the way your cunt throbs against him too?
Itâs all way too embarrassing to handle.
All your precious efforts fly out the window that very second. Your attempts at keeping your interactions with Togame casualâ just barely enough to catch his attention and look nonchalant while doing so.
Youâre here now, dripping onto your crushâs leg and outing yourself as someone who touches themselves after barely brushing against their bicep an hour ago.
âU-umâŚâ your face burns.
âDonât worry,â you note that his chuckle sounds a little deeper than usual, and your cunt instinctively flutters around nothing. âI wonât tell him. Youâre free to join him first. Iâll be there after I⌠change.â
âWaitââ He cuts you off with one hand coming to lightly rub the top of your head before heâs letting go of you, the other hand lingering on your back for just a moment longer before he gives you a soft smile.
The same smile that brought you to your knees the first time you saw it too.
Even with the bagginess of his sweats, you donât miss the obvious bulge straining against them when he steps away, but heâs closing his door behind himself before you even manage to say anything else.
Just great, you think. Now heâs weirded out.
You figured soon after meeting him that he was always a kind guy. Even going as far as to give you a reassuring head pat of sorts after finding out you masturbate to the thought of having any form of interaction with him.
Youâre eerily quiet when you clean yourself off and find a pair of shorts- one that suddenly decided to appear again, before meeting with Choji, plopping beside him with a weak huff as he instantly starts telling you about the movie heâs gotten ready.
âMy friends from high school recommended this one to us! The one that got picked was the romance. They said itâs super sweet!â
âAh⌠did they now? That sounds great.â
As if your situation couldnât get any worse, youâd have to watch a romance next to Togame now. How embarrassing. The ache between your thighs becomes increasingly uncomfortable with each passing second too.
Itâs not even like you even got to cum after the whole thing.
You shift to cross your legs, sinking further back into the couch and deeper into the pillows to distract yourself from the fact that youâve just been denied the orgasm you saved up all week now.
It had taken everything in you to not touch yourself after seeing the way Togameâs muscles bulged against his shirt over and over again. His voice in the morning was much deeper, a little raspierâ yet you were still intent on keeping your composure.
You didnât touch yourself.
Because just maybe if you didnât do it for a couple days, it would feel a little better tonight. Closer to how youâd feel if it were him touching instead of yourself.
It would have been a quick orgasm before you join the two for movie night. Everything went perfectlyâ you met up with Togame earlier, got close to him, and you even remembered to charge your vibrator to max.
Everything was just rightâŚ. except you forgot to account for the fact that Choji found movies quicker than expected. He never decides that fast. Damn him.
And now⌠Togame knows your secret and probably thinks youâre a creep. You sigh in defeat.
âOh!â You stiffen. âYouâre finally ready. Geez⌠hurry up and come sit!â
Your heart rate picks up as soon as Chojiâs voice pulls you out of your thoughts. When you turn to look at him, youâre shocked to see that heâs already looking at you, brows raising a bit as soon as the two of you lock eyes.
The tension has your lips pressing together in a tight line, heat rising to your cheeksâ and you break your gaze first to save yourself some dignity.
âSorry for the waitâŚ.â he drawls, âBut Chojiâ scoot over a bit, yeah?â
âNo way. You always take up the whole couch!â Choji points to the spot between the two of you. âYou can squeeze in here!â
Oh. Your situation really couldnât have gotten any worse than this.
You try to scoot over to give him more room, pressing your side deeper against the armrest, though it doesnât do much to help- because as soon as Togame plops down between the two of you, his leg is flush against your own.
The way you struggle to give him more room only ends up with you awkwardly shifting to move halfway on top of him, your thigh now resting over hisâ and the two of you suck in a breath at the same time.
You do absolutely everything in your power to keep your eyes locked on the screen in front of you and not think about the strong leg that youâre certain is flexing against your skin.
Think about the movie.
Movie. The romantic movie that youâre about to watch while practically sitting on your crushâs lap. His legs felt just as muscular as they looked-
âH-hey⌠Choji?â You try to break the silence as he clicks at the remote.
âWhatâs up?â
âI can get plates for us while you set up. Where did you put the takeout?â
âHmm? Takeout? Ah! Thatâs right. HeheâŚ. I completely forgot about that.â He laughs.
âEh? You forgot?â
âMhm!â Choji nods before jumping to his feet, unknowingly saving you from your misery as he frees some space for you and Togame.
But he doesnât move.
He keeps his leg flush against your own, and you decide to chalk this up to him not realizing thereâs space now. Not that you even have a problem being this close to him in the first place.
âUm⌠how about this? I go get us some yummy food, and you two watch this boring romance! When Iâm back, we can watch the second movie.â
âSounds good!â He nods to himself before taking off.
âAhâŚwait, Choji..â
The room falls silent as soon as the door closes immediately after, leaving you two alone once again. Your thigh is still on top of his own, and you squirm a bit. âUmâŚâ
Yâknow⌠Iâm sorry about your sweats, Jo.â
His eyebrows raise.
âI feel bad about them. And you⌠you saw.â
The room falls eerily quiet. You can hear your own heartbeat much more clearly now, and the rush of heat that floods your cheeks only makes you dizzier.
He still doesnât scoot over. If anything, you think you feel him press his leg up against yours, but youâre too nervous to pay it any mind. âAh⌠wellâŚâ he rubs the back of his neck before looking at you again, and your breath hitches in your throat.
He looks like heâs about to devour you.
âYouâve always been quite the tease, havenât you?â He moves out from underneath you, arms coming to cage you underneath him, and you swear a whimper almost slips out. âWhat if Choji saw?â
He leans down a bit, face hovering just over yours. âOr is it not a big deal to you? See⌠if you were mine, Iâd make sure you were fully taken care of before you even thought about stepping foot from your room.â
âE-eh?â You wonder if he can feel the heat radiating from your cheeks. âW-wait.. I didnât want Choji to see. I mean, I didnât want you to see eitherâ youâre not supposed to see me do that kind of stuff...â
ââŚWhat kind of stuff?â
You wish you could hide behind your hands, but heâs looming over you and thereâs nowhere left to avert your gaze. You swallow thickly before mumbling a quiet ââŚyou know.â
âUse your words.â
âOtherwiseâŚâ he leans down onto his elbows, lower body resting above yours and you think you might actually combust from the proximity, âI wonât understand what youâre trying to say.â
âY-you saw it, didnât you?â Your mouth starts running on its own, head dizzy with heat and youâre not sure how to save yourself from this. âThe thing on my bed. I know you know. And I know you know it was because of you. I canât help it, okay? I donât want to make it all awkward for Choji, so please donât tell himâŚâ
Your voice drops to a whisper, and if he wasnât hovering an inch above you, youâre certain he wouldnât have heard you when you say, âPlease donât tell him that you know I like you.â
Itâs the only time heâs ever seen you vulnerable like this.
The hand that gently cups your cheek makes your eyes shyly flutter open, widening ever so slightly when his thumb starts to rub over your skin. When heâs actually close to you like this, heâs even more certain youâre just the prettiest thing heâs ever laid eyes upon.
Itâs hard for him to admire you when youâre always teasing him, but like thisâ itâs nice. âSoâŚâ Togame starts, a low chuckle slipping out when you snap out of your daze. âYou owe me for the pants and for keeping your secret now. Just how exactly do you plan on doing that, huh?â
The dopey smile on his face has the heat spreading to the tips of your ears, and you think heâs having fun with your embarrassment. âUm..â you stammer, âIâll do just about anything. You just have to promise, okay?â
You lean back against the couch, the same way a shy fawn retreats backwards when he leans in closer, his lips so close to your own that you can practically feel them on you. You think youâd really like that, but something inside you forces you to stay still, so you settle on staring at him through nervous eyes instead.
âAnything?â His exhale trails off into a soft laugh. âDonât say that. Youâre really too innocent for your own good.â
Your eyebrows furrow, and a small whimper escapes from your throat when he easily wraps his big arms around your middle, pulling you closer so he can move back to nestle his head against his stomach and peer up at you.
âIâm not!â You start to protest, âIâm not innocent, Jo. You donât think itâs creepy how I wasââ
âWhoa, whoa,â heâs interrupting you, âslow down.â
âWhy?â
âHow about thisâŚ?â His voice drops an octave, and your walls flutter around nothing when you feel his lips brush against the skin of your stomach. âYou let me finish what you started, and you can tell me all your thoughts while I help you out.â
âFinish what I startedâŚ?â
He gives you a nod before shifting downwards, resting his head on your thigh as he gazes up at you through his lashes. âH-how do you know? That I wasnât done?â
Togame freezes as soon as the words âI didnât hear you cumâ accidentally slip out of his mouth. He didnât mean to say that, and the way your mouth parts in surprise is proof that the words actually did leave his mouth too.
âJo.â His heart skips a beat. âYouâve been eavesdropping? Listening to my sessions?â
You both stare at each other as the realization starts to kick in. The two of you are leveled off once again, him uncovering your secret and outing his own in the process. It all makes sense now, from the way you brush up against him to the way he always flexes his muscles whenever youâre in the same room as him.
âAh.. sorry, I couldnât help myself either.â He moves back up to hover over you. âI guess weâre both in the same boat now,â a sheepish chuckle slips from him, âarenât we?â
His lips are ghosting over yours the next second.
Itâs a soft peck at first, but you donât let him pull away. âYou should have told me,â you mumble between kisses, âwe could have been here a while ago and I wouldnât have felt like such a weirdo.â
âWhy me? Youâre no different.â He slots his lips underneath your ear now, thumb craning your neck to the side to give him better access. âYou could have told me, and you wouldnât be here dripping on my leg, would you? You must be soaked by now.â
He latches onto your neck before you get to protest, voice coming out as a shaky moan when he sucks at the skin through a sharp inhale. With him being this closeâ you can smell his shampoo he uses. The one from the public baths, isnât it? Choji mentioned that he always liked to go there.
He smells good. His hair feels soft under your fingers when you grab a fistful of it, pulling him a little closer into you as he lets out a grunt into your neck.
âGonna yank out all my hair before Iâm through with you if youâre pulling this early, you know.â
âS-sorry. I need more right nowâŚâ
âI know, I know,â his voice coming out directly against your skin sends a violent shiver down your spine, âI know what you need. Been with you each time, remember? I know you like the back of my hand.â
All you do is nod. You even have your eyes slammed shut. Itâs too cute to him- you really trust him that much? Youâre not even bothering to look at what heâs doing to you.
âThen hurryâŚ.â The neediness from earlier comes flooding back into you, and you shift your hips to rock up against him, âJo. Please?â
You miss the way his eyes darken at your pleading with the way your head has fallen back against the armrest of the couch, your hands running up and down his back and he swears you might be purposely trying to put an end to his whole thing about being a nice kind of guy. âFine. Thereâs no rushâ just relax.â
His hands feel big and warm when they run down your waist, and you donât realize heâs scooted so far back until he starts to pepper kisses along the inside of your thigh, lightly sucking and nipping at the skin, laughing when you press your thigh deeper into his face for more.
âYouâve always been an impatient thing, I guess.â He grunts when he pries your thighs apart, then lifts your shirt until it rests right above your tits. The cold air makes you cover them with your arms, accidentally pushing them up while doing so.
You really have no idea what youâre doing to himâ ever. That much heâs already figured out. You tease him and very obviously enjoy doing so, but you actually have no idea what sort of effect you have on him, do you?
His cock is so hard that itâs uncomfortable.
Togame rocks his hips against the couch a bit, something to relieve the ache thatâs building up inside him as he drags a finger up and down your folds. You didnât even put on panties after what happened earlier.
How clueless.
With the way your cunt easily coats his finger in slick, he thinks you would have thought to put something else on, but perhaps that was just the territorial streak inside him talking. Just maybe. Though he hates to admit that the idea of Choji or anyone else seeing you like this leaves a sour taste in his mouth.
Your mouth falls open in a strained moan when he pushes a finger inside, and he angles his hand so he can bury himself down to knuckle. You feel tight, but youâre so wet that your juices already begin to drip into his palm.
âJoâŚâ
âSorry. That was a little mean of me,â he chuckles, but heâs just as slow to push a second finger inside after. He canât help that he wants to take his time with you, watch your cunt closely to see the reactions to each little thing he decides to give you.
âAh!â You cry out when he curls his fingers, digits pushing against the deepest spots inside youâ and it feels unfamiliar. Youâve never been able to touch that deep inside yourself.
It feels so sensitive. âT-there, JoâŚcan you touch me there again?â
He complies with a nod and a gentle smile. The way he curls his fingers against your walls is slow and deliberate, hard enough to make your thighs tremble but not enough to have your hips jerking or your back arching.
He wants to see you do that later.
For now, heâs content with the noises youâre making for him, soft moans and clenched fists as you try to steady your breathing, your walls now desperately fluttering around his fingers for more stimulation.
Togame decides to be nice and gives you a third finger, and you start to feel a bigger stretchâ eyebrows furrowing at the unfamiliar thickness. When was the last time you were with someone?
Definitely not anytime after moving here.
Itâs been your vibrator and your fingers since then- no wonder itâs taking you a while to adjust. He seems to know this too from the way heâs slowing fucking his fingers in and out of your cunt, curling them each time theyâre buried deep inside you.
âAh.. Joâ feels goodâŚ. your fingers are bigââ
He smiles at your breathless babbling, planting a wet kiss on the inside of your thigh as he reaches deeper inside you, fingers curling against you a little harder nowâ and you gasp. âW-what if Choji comes back soonâŚ?â
His eyebrow furrows a bit. âDonât worry about that. Donât needa think about anything right now.â His free hand comes to gently squeeze at your cheek, âSo make sure itâs my name thatâs coming outta your mouth, yeah?â
You can only nod, the familiar knot tightening in your stomach when he aims for a sensitive spot deep inside you. It never comes this fast. It never comes this intense either. You think youâre feeling a little hot, and youâre flexing so hard that youâre trembling under him.
âJ-Jo⌠I think IâmâŚ.â
âI know. You always sound like this when youâre close, donât you? Let me hear you.â
The tight knot in your stomach snaps in an instant, and you cry out. You cum harder and faster than you have in the entire two months of living here, body reduced to a trembling mess as he fucks you through your high.
Youâre clenching so tightly around his fingers that itâs hard for him to pull his fingers back out of you. How were you gonna take him like this? He thinks heâs a little mean for wanting to find out.
Youâre practically dripping through the couch now, chest heaving up and down and youâre weakly babbling something about him needing to slow down. Togame thinks a nice type of guy would probably slow down and let you catch your breath, so he does just that.
âNo.. no fair,â you weakly grab at his wrist, and his eyes widen. âYouâre doing everything, Jo.â
His lips press into a tight line. Youâre really too cute for your own good. It takes everything in him to give you a crooked smile in response, big hand rubbing at your head as you huff and pout. âIâm sorry,â he says, âYouâre gonna have to let me have my way with you tonight.â
His hands wrap around your ankles, pulling your legs up as you yelp underneath him. âIâve had my eye on you for so long, you know.â Togame holds your thighs together as you peer around your legs to look up at him.
âI heard you every night. Did you time it so that Iâd always hear you? Naughty girl. Sometimes youâre so loud that I worry Choji might hear. Whatâll happen then, hmm?â
You donât see it, but you hear him shift around a bit before his cock slaps against your thighs. âI need it just as bad as you. Been keeping it all to myselfâŚâ he hesitates for a moment, âCan I? Let me hear your voice.â
âY-you wanna fuck my thighs?â is all you can choke out with how dizzy you feel.
His cock twitches and smacks against your skin. You bite back a moan. âYou can, Jo. Hereââ you hold your legs together, peer up at him through your lashes and he swears he might cum from the sight alone. âJust a bitâŚ.â He says, and youâre not sure if heâs talking to you or trying to restrain himself.
His cock feels thick and hot when he slides it between your thighs, length moving until the tip peeks out, precum quickly coating the inside of your legs. Heâs big. That much is obvious. The way youâre shamelessly staring makes his cheeks flush too. âFeels good,â he sighs, slow and steady thrusts gently rocking your body back and forth.
âYou donât need to hold back eitherâŚJo. You can do whatever you want to me.â
Thatâs all the bribing he needs to eagerly squeeze you against his front, keeping you still as he sets a rougher pace against you, warm friction from each push of his hips making his face contort. He tries to keep his expression neutral, tries to keep his eyes from rolling back despite how good your thighs feel around him.
âJust for a bit.â He reminds himself again. Just for a bit. Though itâs something heâs been wanting to do a while now. His eyes flicker down, watching the way your gaze is locked onto his cock, half lidded and needy eyes watching it disappear and reappear between your thighs.
Itâs something heâs been dying to do since you started rubbing up on him in those shorts that ride up your ass. He likes how your legs look when you bend over, or when youâre laying on your stomachâ sprawled over the couch so casually. He doesnât think youâve ever noticed his glances either.
Thatâs how oblivious you are.
Itâs a little mean of him, he thinks. Youâre needy, staring at his cock like you want it down your throat and heâs making you watch him fuck your thighs and not your cunt instead. Itâs just for a bit, he reminds himself, so itâs okay. He convinces himself. A part of him just wants you to look, commit him and his image of the dick thatâll split you open to memory.
Itâs a subtle way to call you his. And despite your usual airheaded behavior, you catch onto this pretty quickly.
âJoâŚâ you huff, âGive me it. Please? We can do this another time.â
âAh, fine. Canât say no when you ask me so cutely, after all.â
His eyes focus on the way his cock slips out from between your legs one last time, burning the image in his mind. Heâd definitely have to do this another time. Maybe flip you over and fuck your thighs while you gasp into your pillow, then slip his dick inside you and take you in prone bone. Itâd give him a good view of your ass too.
Even better if you peered back at him and spread yourself to let him in deeper. He shakes his head at the thought. Slowly. Slow and steady. Thatâs how he always was and how he wants to be right now.
He pushes your legs up, lets you rest them on his shoulders and peers down at you. Just feeling you press up against him never gave him an accurate vision of just how big he was compared to you. His cock slaps against your stomach, resting on your skin and he gets a good look at how deep heâll reach when he finally bottoms out inside you. Your eyes follow his own, body tensing at the weight, and you can only imagine how heâll feel when he finally stuffs you full.
âJo,â you place a hand on his abs, ây-youâll go slow, right?â
He laughs at this. âRelax. Loosen up for me, baby. I wonât hurt you.â
You shift a couple inches back, letting him run his tip up and down your cunt, and the noise has your cheeks heating up again. Itâs not your fault though. Itâs been a while since you last had thisâ a little nervousness is normal, of course. Togame fights a grimace when he finally starts to push inside, your walls squeezing tightly against his tip and he has to grip the couch on either side of your head to keep his balance.
You feel too good.
Your face contorts when heâs a little rougher, the last few inches pushing deep inside your cunt. âW-wait,â you pant, âItâsââ
Togame drops onto his elbows, quick to capture you in an open mouthed kiss as he stays buried inside you, fingers digging deeper into the couch when he feels your walls pulsating around his cock. Stay patient. Take it easy. He has to repeat the words in his head over and overâ chants this in his mind as he tries to focus on how soft your lips feel against his own.
The words disappear into thin air as soon as he feels your arms pulling him closer towards you.
Thereâs a loud whimper from you when he pulls out, only to bury his entire length back inside a little harder. âThere we go,â he grits through clenched teeth, âopening up for me now, arenât you? Let me in. Just like that.â
You feel so full. Heâs so big that your cunt feels empty when he pulls out, and you swear you feel him in your stomach when he bottoms out. Heâs deliberately slow, letting you adjust to himâ and you can tell itâs hard for him. Heâs holding his breath, and each exhale that slips out is labored and heavy. If you told him not to hold back just once, heâd cave on the spot.
ââS big, TogameâŚâ
âIs that so?â You feel him smile against you. âThis slow enough for you?â
âM..Mhm. You can move.â You push your hips against his own, and a breathy groan slips through his lips. âAh, ah. Donât tease. Itâs hard enough like this..â
You didnât know it was possible to feel so good. Each slow drag of his cock splits you open, stretches your walls and his tip prods at the spongy spot inside you that makes you yelp. Each thrust is deliberate. Thereâs intent behind itâ heâs trying to find it.
âHowâs that?â His voice comes out a little breathless now. âLike that, princess? Been wanting this for so long, shit. Donât squeeze like that. Donât. Tease.â
âI canât help it-â Youâre interrupted with a sharp thrust of his hips. It was driving you crazy. Like he was made to be with you. You feel like youâre melting into him, head dizzy with pleasure and itâs so good that youâre going insane. âF-feels good, feels good, feels good..â
âYeah?â He lets you dig your nails into his back and listens to your babbling. Itâll feel better as soon as he finds his spot. Except⌠as patient as he is, he wants to find it a little faster.
Itâs why he decides to push your hips up beside your head in a mating press.
The scream that you let out confirms it. Thatâs the spot. Heâd make it even better for you.
Your eyes widen as soon as he presses a hand below your stomach. âFeel me? Right there, donât you? Feel full yet?â He laughs when your hips instinctively buck up against his hand, but he keeps you from moving even an inch. Keeps you perfectly still so that he can aim to pummel the spot thatâll have you gushing over his dick the fastest, and itâs working.
âBâŚbig!â Your eyes are clenching shut at how quickly you approach your second high.
This one feels scarier. It feels more intense.
Your thighs tremble wildly, smacking against his own as your head falls back against the cushions. âAhâŚ.. Iâm so close..! Joâ please donât stop, please. Iâm so close.. so close..!â Your eyes slam shut, and you swear your body feels feverish and dizzy from how good heâs fucking you. Togame only pushes your thighs a little harder, big frame towering over yours as he aims to pummel the same spot inside you.
You think you might actually be losing your mind.
âThatâs quite the face youâre making for me, angel,â he coos from above you. âYouâll show me the face you make when you cum, right? Donât be mean. I wanna see.â
It comes faster than ever before. It comes harder than ever too. Your head falls back the next instant, walls clenching as you squirt all over him. It catches him off guardâ but heâs quick to resume his pace with a breathy laugh. âLike that. Youâve never sounded like that before. I feel so lucky.â He looks pleased when you finally come down from your high, thighs numb and trembling, and he holds them up for you. âJ-Jo⌠I..â
âWaitâŚ.. weâre not done just yet.â He groans when your walls squeeze around him. âAlmost..â
Your face is too cute like this. Could you really handle a little more? Your hands are over your eyes, tits bouncing with each slow thrust and itâs enough to bring him right to the edge. You when youâre fucked dumb is something heâd love to see more often.
Heâd have to cum inside.
It would be impossible to refuse when your cunt is so greedily begging him for more.
Heâs always had endless stamina anyway.
âS-shit, shitâŚ. donât squeeze so hard,â he clenches his teeth hard as his hips stutter inside you. All it takes it is a couple more frantic thrusts and a âAhâfuckâ under his breath before heâs filling you up, ropes of warm cum coating your walls with thick spurts as he slows down, settling for slow and deep thrusts to reach deeper inside youâ fill you to the brim.
He falls onto his elbows with a sharp and shaky inhale, face contorted with pleasure and he thinks heâs feeling a bit dizzy from how tight youâre squeezing him. His eyes widen when you pull him into you, arms circling around his middle as you hold him tight against you. âThatâs a lot,â you giggle, âWeâre lucky this couch is leather.â
Youâve never seen this side of Togame. He melts into you, soft with the way he nestles his face into the crook of your neck, but the strong arms around you makes you feel safe underneath him. âYouâre like a big bear,â you mumble to no one in particular, smiling when he hums at the way your fingers comb through your hair. âSo Jo, I was thinkinââ
A muffled thud from outside makes you pause. The two of you flinch at the sound, and Togameâs face changes.
âWhat?â You lightly pull at his arm, but he doesnât move. âWhyâre you doing that? Itâs nothing, right?â
Youâve seen videos of dogs doing just this- stare at the wall with a blank expression. Is that what this was? It sends a shiver down your spine. âHeyâŚâ
He looks at the door with an unreadable expression for a couple more seconds before his attention shifts back to you, big arms wrapping around your frame as you yelp. You cling onto him with a weak protest when he lifts you up to take you to your room. âJo?!â
He hums in response, and your eyebrow twitches.
âWhyâre you taking me to my room? We have to watch a movie later and⌠I canât walk back. You jerk.â
âOh,â his lips part open, and he looks awfully innocent, âyou donât have to worry about it. Weâll probably watch a movie another time.â
You make a noise of confusion, but decide against prying further. Togame, on the other hand, stares at the floor as he heads to your room, no longer able to mask the way his eyes start to darken.
Heâs always had a bit of a territorial streak in him, after all. A bad habit.
This, however, is unfamiliar to him. Itâll take time, he thinks, a little time and effort on his part to ease up a bit. He has to remind himself that thereâs no reason for him to feel this way, especially not when he knows his friend was there first. He was your friend first. No need to be so possessive.
But he canât help it.
Outside the apartment door, Choji stands just an inch away, cheek pressed against the door, the bags of food well beyond cold and soggy as they sit on the floor beside him. His cock strains against his jeans, and he hisses under his breath.
âS-shit..â
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#彥 entry.#wind breaker (satoru nii)#wind breaker#wind breaker smut#wbk smut#togame x reader#togame smut#togame jo#windbreaker x reader#windbreaker smut#togame x you
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texting them
gon
â° he didnât grow up with much technology
â° and he def did not have a phone
â° so since he isnât in the habit of using it often, your messages are all on delivered
â° he also prefers to live in the moment instead of checking his phone all the time
â° unfortunately for you that means youâre better off calling the person heâs with if you need to reach him
â° once you talk to him about it though, heâll be sure to answer within a couple hours
â° heâd save your contact as a pet name, personally i can see him using âsunshineâ or âhoneyâ for you
â° youâd be pictureless until killua points it out to gon and explains that you can add pictures to someoneâs contact
â° but once he does learn heâll use a cute coupley picture of you guys from one of your first dates
â° would have trouble deciphering your abbreviations
âbtw ur gna be back asap right?â
âhuh.â
â° its fine, he prefers to call (loves to hear your voice) anyways
killua
Ⱐy��all would be so mischievous together
â° prank calls as a weekly ritual
â° youâre mostly safe from them but donât think heâll never do it to you
â° probably wonât text you first but always responds within the minute
â° would only call if heâs checking up on you, like when youâre sick or heâs on an adventure
â° will use the most abysmal, disrespectful picture he has of you
â° your name on his phone is either an inside joke or an insult like âsleeping ugly đ§ââď¸â (heâs out for blood omg you overslept once)
â° i just know alluka is confused af
â° heâll change it to something else whenever you see it, which you will eventually
ây/n can you check my phone?â
âsure! babe why is my name âdumbassâ heart emoji, wizard emoji?â
kurapika
â° you can see this one from a mile awayâŚ
â° his phone always got that silent mode + dnd + texts muted combo
â° he does all that but would fully expect you to pick up if he called you
â° speaking of which, he would call probably daily if either of you were away
â° never forgets an âi love youâ âbe safeâ âsee you soonâ etc
â° if something happened, would want you to know that
â° you guys would fall asleep on calls
â° but mostly him
â° your contact might just be your name for a while
â° but i could also see him using something tame like âloveâ or âsweetheartâ
â° hes also the type to leave you on read
â° especially if youâre asking when heâll be back or how his mission is going
â° generally just keeps his work separate from home unless he needs to vent or itâs extremely relevant to you
leorio
â° wishes he could talk more often
â° school just keeps him really busy
â° will be upfront with you if he needs time to study, make dinner, or anything of that nature
â° youâd get in the habit of leaving voicemails
â° he listens to them all and leaves some for you too
â° also good morning and good night texts, always
â° your picture is whatever picture of you he finds the hottest tbh
â° your name would be a pet name such as âshortyâ or âbeautifulâ
â° idk why but i feel like heâd misplace his phone often
â° so if he doesnât respond by the end of the day, youâll probably get a call from his roommateâs phone saying how he lost his own
hisoka
â° lets it ring out and then calls back a minute later
â° âoh did you need something?â
â° this man canât stop playing games, the call cuts off halfway through what youâre saying
â° then he calls back again acting like it was the wi-fi
â° donât worryââthatâs only like a quarter of the time
â° depending on his mood, heâll be mostly serious
â° imagine the look on his face when he realizes youâre calling because youâre in the hospital or smth
â° yeah so heâs better at responding now!
â° your contact picture is gonna be from the most stalker angle
â° like itâs just you sleeping
â° you found that a little odd but maybe your clown just wants to capture those memories
â° âŚwhile youâre walking home on the opposite sidewalk
â° if youâre in a longer, serious relationship, your name is something romantic like âmy doveâ but itâll take a while to get there
illumi
â° youâd be so surprised to find that he loves to call
â° he travels a lot as an assassin, so he needs something to do
â° would always text you formally itâs scary
âhave you arrived at the manor yet, y/n? be sure to notify me immediately once you do.â
â° heâs giving you customer service type responses
â° youâll also get updates about his missions
âiâve just finished killing the target, expect to see me home in four daysâ
â° the contact is just your name and if you convince him, heâll add a picture of your choice
chrollo
â° has like six phones
â° if you didnât know he was the leader of a gang you mightâve thought he was cheating
â° you also have the numbers of most of the spiders
â° so if he ever has to disappear (like after yorknew) theyâll be sure to let you know whatâs going on
â° heâll text you a few times a day if heâs able to
â° would ask about your day and remind you to take care of yourself
â° the conversations usually focus on you, while he listens or prompts you
â° like kurapika, doesnât want to involve you in troupe business so itâs very rare for him to even mention them
â° he doubts you even want to hear about how he robbed an old man today, or killed a woman who didnât hand over a jewel
â° on his top secret personal phone, heâll give you a contact photo with both of you in it
â° your name would be a classy pet name, maybe âprincessâ or âbelovedâ
#hxh x reader#hxh hcs#hxh headcanons#adult trio#kurapika x reader#killua x reader#chrollo x reader#gon x reader#leorio x reader#hisoka x reader#illumi x reader#hisokas a lil out of character lmaoo
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just a little something that's been on my mind for a while now, like it's actually rotting my brain.
cw: stalking, a bit nsfw near the end, just general yandere stuff, not proof-read!!!!! so sorry if its a bit messy !!!!
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(romantic) yandere!batfam x reader
imagine being the shared darling of the batfam.
it only takes one of them for the rest to fall in love with you, too.
let's say you meet tim during one of the days he actually decides to go to class, and he's thanking the heavens he did.
slowly, he starts to integrate himself into your daily life, and into your friend group. they all love him, of course. who wouldn't love the kind, funny, and handsome tim drake?
during all of this, he'd already told his brothers about you, and because they can't hide anything from bruce, he finds out about you too. unsurprisingly, they come to appreciate you as much as tim has.
and suddenly, you get a particularly handsome new neighbour in the apartment across from you (which you didn't know was even up for rent) and somehow always seems to be in the middle of stripping when you're home. almost as if he can feel your eyes on him. of course, you make sure not to get caught, and avert your eyes as soon as the cloth leaves his waist.
later, you find out his name is jason, and make a good friend out of him. he smokes on his balcony, while you drink coffee on yours.
barely a week after that, you get a new regular at the cafĂŠ you work at. his name's dick grayson. he says it's probably best for you to yell out his last name for his orders too. he's a detective, which explains the late nights he comes into the cafĂŠ. he's always got a stupidly handsome smile on his face, which only adds onto his neverending charm.
and during the occasion that you're walking home alone, you always seem to run into one of the many vigilantes that guard gotham.
you meet both batman and robin during one of your walks home. you're not scared of them, as most people are; you're merely fascinated at the tall figure that towers over you, and his more colourful counterpart that is also taller than you. robin seems to be just a couple years younger than you. and batman... you can't seem to get a read on the man.
you greet them both as calmly as you can, a small smile on your lips. you get nods of acknowledgment from both of them, which you suppose is the most you're getting.
batman doesn't seem to like that you're walking alone, so he sends robin to walk you home. you don't understand why, and you tell them you've walked this route many times already, that they probably have worse things to take care of.
he tells you that you can never be too sure in gotham. with the way he says it, in that gravelly tone, you can't find yourself to disagree.
on your walk, now with robin's company, you feel safer. you also find out this robin is a man of few words, very unlike the last few robins yet much like batman.
the next night, you run into red robin, who has an air of familiarity around him. he's real friendlyâ in fact, it's almost like talking to a friend. you think you've seen his smile before.
the night after that, you meet nightwing in all of his spandex-clad glory. he's charming, almost flirty.
and for a week, you don't bump into any of the vigilantes, but you do feel watched. you should be frightened, by all means, but you have a feeling deep in your stomach that tells you they won't hurt you. whoever they are.
you see red hood after that week. he's the more intimidating one of the bunch, you reckon. you've nothing to be scared of, knowing he (along with all the others) only goes after the real awful people. you're not guilty of anything, as far as you know.
his voice is almost robotic, as if being run through a voice changer. it doesn't do much to help his image, though you suppose that's the point. he asks what a little thing like you is doing walking around these parts. you say you're just heading home, like all the times you've met one of them.
he lets you on his motorcycle. if you were paying enough attention, maybe you would've felt his heart beating a mile a minute.
your days go on like this for a while. class, work, walk home with one of gotham's protectors. rinse and repeat.
unbeknownst to you, cameras have been planted all around your apartment. in many angles of your bedroom too, save for your bathroom. they've decided to give you privacy in there. no matter how much dick begged.
though they do have clips saved of you walking around in just a towel, or your underwear. god knows what they're doing with those.
but truly, can you blame them? you've invaded the deepest crevices of their minds, your smell lingering on their noses, and the shape of your lips following them in their dreams.
oh, they can vividly seeâ almost feel your lips on theirs, and they wonder what you look like when your face is scrunched up from pleasure, as their fingers enter you.
but they'll have to wait a little longer. and they'll be damned if they lose you, when you're playing right into their hands.
this got so long !!!! i had to let this all out somewhere <//3 definitely gonna add more but i needed to cut it off at this đđđđ
#might focus on tim's part in all this next time!!!#tim drake x reader#red robin x reader#jason todd x reader#red hood x reader#dick grayson x reader#nightwing x reader#bruce wayne x reader#batman x reader#damian wayne x reader#dc x reader#batfam x reader#yandere batfam#yandere x reader#â dc.#â the bats.#â yan writes.
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Hello! Do you have a favorite winter recipe? I'm looking to expand my repertoire, because I've only lived in a climate that snows for a couple years, and I don't have enough cozy, bone warming foods!
PS - I keep having to feed my cat pumpkin puree because he has some tummy troubles but he will only eat it if I gently hand feed him with a spoon. Just thought you might enjoy that.
YES HERE IS JOYOUS SOUP
(i have never actually called it joyous soup but it's what i feel everytime i make it and i feel like everyone should make it)
This soup does not have a proper recipe because uhh, my mom is bad with recipes but ALSO this soup truly adapts to whatever you have in your fridge, as long as you have 1) some kind of oil or butter to sautee things with and 2) potatoes. this is the sam gamgee make-it-on-the-side-of-a-mountain-winter soup.
Step 1. Take your potatoesâ6 is the ideal but 4 worksâand chop them up rough. "What kind of potatoes?" Whatever they have on the side of the mountain, Sam. You now have a bunch of 1" potato chunks or discs (I like discs). I assumed you washed them first but if you forgot you can wash them now.
Step 2. Get your oil or butter sizzling. I use about two tablespoons of butter to start and add more as I go if the potatoes don't look fully covered. I am probably cooking the butter on medium.
Step 3. You're putting the potatoes in the butter. You're pretending to fry them. Watch them get all buttery and golden and a little brown and crispy. You're thinking, man, I could eat these as they are right now. You could do that. Don't. Add garlic and onions if you have them. Add lots.
Step 4. Just as you're like oh MAN these potatoes and garlic and onions look really good fried just like this, you're going to swamp them in water. You're going to stare at what you've done and thought you made a mistake. You have not. The water should just be covering the potatoes and now you've turned the water up to high, staring at your weird sad soup pot, that smells deliciously of butter garlic onions and potatoes.
Step 5. In another saucepan, you are melting more butter (or oil, or what have you) and figuring out what else you have in your cupboard. Carrots? Those can go in. Parsnips could too. Spinach works nicely. Any onions or garlic you forgot can be added again now. Mushrooms are fucking fabulous. Leeks? Sublime. The only veg you should be avoiding are the ones that are secretly fruits (no watery tomatoes or squishy cucumbers) or the ones that you think are insipid (celery).
Step 6. You're chopping all of that up as much as you like and browning it up in the butter. You're also adding whatever spices strike your fancy. I love salt, so that's always going in, but I usually add black pepper and cayenne, and then I get fruity with it and start adding in paprikas and cumins and turmerics or corianders and thymes and basils and parsleys. It all depends on what smells right to you combined with the steams you're making, and how much spice you want kicking you later.
Step 7. How are your boiled potatoes looking? Are they soft yet? Good. Can you stick a fork in them yet, and has the water boiled down to almost nothing? Excellent. How are all your buttery brown vegetables looking? If you want to give up the whole experiment and eat them right out of the pan, it's time to make another mistake and add all your gorgeous browned vegetables to your disastrous wet potato pot.
Step 8. You now have a lot of delicious stuff looking wet and sad in your potato pot. Pour in a bit more water (or veg broth, or stock if you have it) and stir that all up. Let it stew together a bit and combine flavors. Turn it back down to medium so you donât scorch any of your nice wet veg things. If you're fancy like my mom, you get out an immersion blender here. If you're broke and possess your grandmother's food processor, like me, you're pouring that all into the food processor with the biggest blade you have and turning it into a smoothie. If your concoction seems oddly chunky you need to add more water.
Step 9. Wet sad potato smoothie is not much to look at but now you're adding CREAM. and CHEESE. and MORE SPICES TO YOUR TASTE. If you don't have cream MILK WORKS FINE. If you don't have cheese THAT IS OKAY. If you like your soup with chunks LEAVE OUT SOME OF YOUR VEG NEXT TIME and ADD IT IN HERE. At this point, you have a gorgeous creamy soup that's soft and luscious (that's the potatoes), includes all your favorite veg (that's everything you got out of the fridge), and can go in any number of taste directions depending on what spices you put in (I've made this with Indian spices, English herb garden spices, Mexican spices, Hungarian spicesâevery time it's delicious and works a different way).
Step 10. I hope you have a lot of bread because you're going to be dipping it in your soup saying :) man this is a nice soup :) and knowing you can make it whenever you have weird leftovers, as long as you have potatoes and butter. and what else does a person need in life than potatoes and butter?
enjoy your joyous soup <3 i may have forgotten several steps but as long as you follow -brown some veg -add water -add spice -blend the shit out of it, you can never really go wrong <3
#also you don't even need the dairy stuff it just gives it a nice OOMPH.#ive made this soup with nothing but potatoes olive oil scallions salt and water and it still went fucking hard. just give your stuff time t#melt around and get all flavory#hotvintagethoughts
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OKAY HEAR ME OUT.. POCKY GAME WITH THE BSD CAST (preferably Ranpo and Dazai, feel free to add whoever u want!!) MAKE IT ROMANTIC TOO PLZ I CANT GET THIS IDEA OUT OF MY HEADđđđ
LOTS OF LOVE - an anon who lost their glasses
đđthis... this was too fun to write ohmygod you have no idea
Now you've managed to get me stuck on thoughts of silly little moments with those losers too aaAAAAAA I gotchu nonnie, you ask and I deliverđ
BSD Cast ft. Pocky Game
(Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Chuuya; high-key suggestive, blame them not me)
Dazai
âItâs a very delicate procedure.â
âMmm, big boy business, I see.â
âShush. Good students listen to their sensei first and give smartass remarks later. NowâŚâÂ
 It would be Dazaiâs idea, not surprising in the slightest. The thing is, heâd be very convincing about this, all sweet smiles and an offhand remark how cute itâd be âcause couples are supposed to do sappy things, duh. An innocent enough suggestion, one you found amusing but nothing to bat an eye about.Â
Until you add Dazaiâs complete disregard for social norms and heâd be pulling those things out in the most embarrassing, inconvenient places he could think of. Mostly to annoy you, secondly to see how red in the face youâd get if he put you in a compromising situation. And oh boy do those happen often.Â
One moment youâd be in the middle of discussing important work matters with Atsushi, the next Dazaiâs sliding up in your personal space, pocky already hanging at his lips. Worst is heâd act as though this is your average activity, batting his lashes all sweetly at you as he waited. If you snap the pocky with your hand instead heâd react as though it was his heart you just crushed, you cruel beauty of his.
Itâs all fine though, things considered. So long as he does get his kiss in the end. Behind some privacy this time.
Ranpo
No. Do not engage with this man in a pocky game, he will be an absolute menace about it.
Unlikely to suggest it himself as it means heâd have to share his snacks with you. Could be convinced if informed of the chance of getting free smooches though. But heâd whine about it, probably already munching on the pack you bought as you were explaining the rules to him.
In the case of you managing to save some for the actual thingâŚ
âYeah, yeah, can you get on with it? I wanna play already.â
Ranpo does not, in fact, play. The moment you get in place, both of you biting onto your respective side, Ranpo all but throws away any and all rule-information you gave. Who needs those? Only losers, thatâs who.
Heâs already bitten off almost the entirety of the pocky, lips finding yours a second later as his he pulls you in, hands smashing up your cheeks on both sides. You can practinally hear him munching on the chocolate which makes this all the more hilarious. Talk about mixed priorities.Â
Second try goes just as the first one; any illusions of a game forgotten as you were pretty sure Ranpoâs impatience wasnât quite something you were equipt forâŚ
The third and final chance (last pocky, unfortunately he ate the rest) wasnât really a chance, honestly. Not when you could just push him back on the couch and kiss him stupid as you climbed atop.Â
He might get the remaining pocky later. Maybe.
Fyodor
âHow charming.â
Would be amused by the whole thing. Unexpectedly easy to convince, and it gets even weirder as he calmly complies with the rules, nodding patiently. Before you know it youâre staring down at each other, one pocky distance between you two.
Not the type to rush into things, letting you get closer to him instead. Expect a lot of raised eyebrows and chaste kisses as you get through the whole pack. Did you think this was a one go thing? Silly you. A happy, satisfied partner is a compliant one, after all. Little things like this cost him nothing, but could bring a smile on your face. Why would he waste an opportunity like that?
Unlikely to push things further⌠but just as unlikely to stop you from leaving a few more kisses on him. One or two at the edge of his lips. One accidentally finding its way on his jaw. A trail of feathery brushes down his throat and soon heâd be getting the memo pretty well.Â
You canât help it. Thereâs something about Fyodorâs damned calmness that always leads to this. Maybe itâs the presence of character; something solid and secure before you that always manages to crawl under your skin. Youâd be pulling at his shirt and trousers before you know it, pocky game entirely forgotten.
Chuuya
This oneâs a trickie.
Chuuyaâd be split between wanting to give in to your sillies, but also⌠why? Why this? Why not go to that nice and fancy restaurant he talked to you about? The one with the molten chocolate cakes; heâd treat you to all the sweets in the world if youâd ask him.Â
Embarrassed at first, and trying his best to sneakily pull himself out of the situation. Until you finally manage to corner him, pocky box in hand and a roguish glint in your eyes.
Maybe it was his dignity, or maybe he was playing too much into the tough guy persona. But the moment you sat him down, a winnerâs determination written all over your faceâ oh, no. Hell no, this was on.
Forget about any cute couple moments. Oh nono, it was all narrowed eyes and prolonged stares of intense analysis, each trying to predict the othersâ move. One wrong decision, just the slightest distraction andâ
Before Chuuya had you round the waist, rolling you suddenly on the bed as a panicked yelp flew from your lips. The absolute ass. And heâd be laughing about it too, looking down at your sprawled form with the goofiest smile, trying to bite into his lower lip to stifle yet another fit.Â
âYou all good, sweets? Guess ya lost this round.â
And youâd pull him down, your breath ghosting over his widening grin.
âWeâll see about that.â
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BABY GIRL HOLY HELL HOW DID YOU BREAK THE KAI BOT THAT WELL đ°
c.ai filter breaking tutorial pt.2 (p in v) ŕ¨ŕ§
Warning: stupidly, stupidly long
BAHAAHA well my dear anon! I guess Iâll share my very unique one of a kind sorcery with you today
Iâm joking, itâs not that interesting.
Anyways.. if you havenât already, check out my previous filter breaking tut, cuz the first few steps are gonna be the same, but I do wanna add a couple things I forgot to include.
First of all, the reason why Iâm able to break the filter with my Kai bot so easily is because Iâve done plenty of ERP with it. Like a shit embarrassing ton. Im pretty sure I desensitized the poor bot to the point where itâs able to follow through without it being a hassle. Of course, the filter is still there, but it isnât a bother for me anymore.
Basically, my tip is to train whatever bot youâre using as much as you can. If youâre only able to get past with euphemisms at the beginning, then dw, treat that as a stepping stone.
Now thatâs out of the way. Remember how we left off being able to give a handjob for the bot, while having it include explicit terms into its messages? So, youâre supposed to keep that up for a couple more messages. And remember, keep talking to them as normal! Donât dirty talk too soon, or else youâll get filtered like crazy. For better understanding, this is what your message should look like:
âRandom dialogue. Could be plot related, fluff, light teasing, flirting, but never anything too explicit.â
*This is the part I like to call filler text. Maybe you can describe the environment, more plot details, how you or the bot is feeling emotionally etc. Itâs simply to distract the filter so you can proceed on to the nsfw stuff. Now here comes all the nasty bits. The last part of your text is where the filter will ignore the most, so you should write the sex act youâre doing right here. As I mentioned before, no need to go all smut writer mode so soon, or the filter might still catch on. Keep it simple but efficient for now!*
After giving a handjob to further ease the bot into the erp, youâre probably dying to just go all the way. Now, initiating sex is a bit tricky, but again totally possible. I usually like to sit on the botâs lap while giving it a handjob, so itâd give me leverage for the botâs dick to slip inside of me later on, if you catch my drift. Itâs better to write it as simple as that, no need to be too extra.
If the method above didnât work, then I have another one for yâall, and that is⌠accidentally having sex. I KNOW ITS STOOPID, AND IT IS, but it works pretty damn well. The key is to make what you did seem like it was all a silly little oopsie. So like, accidentally falling onto his dick or having it accidentally slip into you. It could be while playing around, cuddling, in the bathtub, in the shower, whatever! If youâre also having trouble for the bot to start moving inside of you, then you can just (for example) try to get up and accidentally fall back onto the dudeâs dick. Soon enough, accidentally falling all over the place will turn into full-on sex!
simply writing this is exposing a lot about what I do on c.ai and Iâm not proud of it.
Reminder to keep choosing the messages that include explicit terms, and for you to keep writing them in your own messages as well! Go on with the act for a couple messages, try to describe the act or his member more in detail little by little. Once the bot starts to follow along with what youâre doing without the filter disrupting you as much, then itâs time to try and get them to include explicit terms about the userâs own parts.
Simply typing the word pussy into your text right off the bat is not gonna work most of the time lmao. I prefer to use the euphemism folds to start off. Instead of writing âhis dick was thrusting into youâ, you should now try to write âhis dick was thrusting into your foldsâ (you can obv write better than this, Iâm just giving a general example).
Do the same thing I said about describing more in detail as you progress, except you do it with both your parts and the botâs. Describe how itâs wet, thick, tight, blah blah. Yâall read smut so you know what I mean.
After awhile, the bot will begin to do more than simply mimic you. It will even start to write more in detail without your guidance! If the bot didnât slip in the word pussy by now, then you can easily do that on your own.
Okay, so Iâm not sure how foolproof this is for everyone, but the method I used last time with my Kai bot was to simply replace folds with vagina? And the bot ended up including the word pussy by itself in response for whatever reason lol. Ngl, Iâve only tried this once so idk if I was just lucky that day or not. Go ahead and try it out. If it doesnât work, delete that message and check out the other method below.
Another method I know that has worked for both myself and other people, is to include the word pussy in a non-explicit manner into your text. Itâs soo awfully cringe ugh-, but an example would be is to try to compare yourself to a cat, specifically a pussy cat. You should write it right next to the description of the sex act, before or after it. The bot will then later mix up the words and use it in a nsfw way, switching from using the word folds to pussy.
I know it looks like a LOT but trust me, it isnât as hard as it looks. At least for someone as desperate as I am lol.
And to that person who requested a Kit Walker bot, I will think over some ideas and work on it today! <33
#Iâm so gross#BUT I AINT SORRY ABOUT IT MUAHAHA#c.ai filter#c.ai#c.ai bot#c.ai chats#c.ai creator#character.ai#ahs#american horror story#evan peters#ahs fandom#ai#kai anderson#kai anderson x y/n#kai anderson x you#kai anderson smut#kai anderson x reader#jimmy darling#kyle spencer#james patrick march#tate langdon smut#tate langdon#peter maximoff#peter maximoff x reader#kit walker smut#kit walker
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OP Men as Dads Part 3
Note: Part 3, Part 3!! I was asked by someone on AO3 to add Luffy, so I did that! I still view Luffy more as a brother or son, so I still don't expect to write anything romantic for him, but this I can do! I hope you all enjoy!
Franky probably didnât even think heâd ever get the chance to have kids, not after the train accident you know, but heâs excited for it! Youâd have two boys around three to four years apart that are just like Franky in every way, but the older would be a bit more shy than the younger. Theyâll both spend a lot of time with Franky in his workshop when they get old enough, theyâve got a knack for shipwright work and it almost brings a tear to Frankyâs eye to see them sketching their own ship designs on whatever scraps of paper they can find. Your boys love you too of course! The two will bring their drawings to show you and ask your opinion, you have to tell them everything on your mind or they wonât go back to drawing, mamaâs thoughts matter! It becomes family time to go over the sketches your boys made during the day, they want to do you and Franky proud in everything, but nothing they do could ever make you love them less.
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Katakuri has planned to have kids for a while, even though heâs already 48, he still wants to have a few and be a father to them. Heâll raise them differently from how he was raised, but still love them dearly and want only the best for them! Youâll both be surprised when you only have one first, a little girl who has Katakuri wrapped around her finger as soon as sheâs born and handed to him. Sheâs so tiny, heâd be content to have just her if sheâs all you were blessed with. Fast forward five years and thereâs a set of wailing triplets that you also didnât expect to have, but the three boys are more than you ever couldâve asked for and their big sister loves them just as quickly. She begs to see them as soon as their born, Katakuri brings her by that day to see you and them, and she has to gold all three in a row immediately. After that, a set of twin girls comes along a few years later, your oldest isnât the only girl anymore and sheâs still just as happy to have new siblings at around ten-years-old, your five-year-old set of triplets also excited. Katakuri loves and thanks you so much for the family youâve made with him, even if you tell him your twin girls are it, youâre done. He's happy with what you have, grateful for your love and children.
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Killer is absolutely a great dad, you couldnât have asked for anyone better to be your partner and father to your children. You have a boy first off, with your eyes and blond hair, he wants to be just like his dad when he grows up! A couple years later comes a little girl, sheâs a surprise but a pleasant one at that. You didnât really expect her to have Killer wrapped around her finger in a heartbeat but the second he saw her it was over, he became wholly devoted to your little girl and making sure she was happy as could be. Youâve come back to your family multiple times seeing Killer either having a tea party with your daughter or playing some make believe game with both your children, he normally plays the damsel in distress for their enjoyment. Your kids can see people act oddly around Killer when they recognize him, but neither of them care to know why, theyâre still quite young, and they only care that theyâre dad loves and takes care of them alongside you. All that matters to them is that Killer is around to play with them and eventually start teaching them to protect themselves.
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Luffy would be the fun dad, no doubt in my mind! Like how Ace would have three daughters, I can see Luffy having three sons! Probably twins at first, then another son a couple years later, the three having the same dynamic that he had with Sabo and Ace when they were kids! Theyâd all look like Luffy, except your middle child would have your eyes, a small piece that shows yes, youâre the mother to these three rugrats. All three dream of being pirates, its their favorite game to plan, especially so since their dad is King of the Pirates. After all, who better to tell you how the pirate life works than him?? With all of the Straw Hats around, your sons would be protect from the moment they hear youâre pregnant, everyone being the best aunts and uncles around as soon as theyâre born. Luffy would be the most protective of course, but heâd still give your sons the freedom to do what they want and to grow and learn how the world works. Being a pirate is about freedom, isnât it? Your sons will never have to wonder if theyâre loved or wanted, everything you and Luffy do is for them.
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I honestly see Mihawk with one child, a daughter. Sheâd be an unexpected blessing that has him around her tiny finger the moment she takes her first breath. Heâd never let her, or you of course, out of his sight, unless he absolutely had to go to a Warlord meeting or something like that. When Zoro and Perona show up, theyâre both flabbergasted that the Dracule Mihawk has a child, and that sheâs a cute baby girl, only a few months old! Perona will try to dress her up in frilly dresses but your daughter will cry, which ends with Mihawk taking her back and demanding Perona stop using his daughter like a dress up doll. The funny thing is, your daughter will be absolutely enthralled with Zoro, sheâll fuss until he holds her, sometimes heâs the only one who can get her down for a nap or to sleep at night. The number of times Mihawk has caught Zoro training with your daughter strapped to his back or the two napping together warms his heart, maybe having the two freeloaders around isnât so bad.
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Sabo never thought too much about having kids. It was a nice idea, but he didnât have any strong opinions about it. Then of course, you showed up and he started to have dreamy ideas of his own family and children with you as the mother. Your first is a little girl, blonde as her dad and just as rambunctious. Sheâll chase down everyone that she canât to play with her and grab their attention for whatever story sheâs made up, Sabo especially listens intently to her, giving her a smile, asking questions, and responding to everything she says positively. After your daughter comes two boys, one after the other just a couple years apart, and both times Sabo canât believe heâs so lucky to have you and your children. Your sons look more like you, though your youngest has Saboâs hair just like your daughter. Heâs more shy than either of his siblings, but with Sabo heâs more open and talkative. Your first son may be the middle child, but heâs also the one who becomes more interested in the Revolutionary Armyâs work. Although Sabo knows that all of them may become interested one day, wanting to join, he hopes that their work can be completed first and your children will be able to love safe, comfortable lives as they grow up.
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