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Satoru Gojo
Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader
Summary: Satoru is your best friend's boyfriend, you shouldn't like him.
Warnings: MDNI, Angst, Cheating (on Satoru, not from reader), Smut, Oral Sex (m. receiving), Vaginal Sex, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Fluff, Hair descriptions for reader
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Youâre not sure why you sit with them instead of just being in your room. Theyâre here for your best friend, not you. You have no business being with them. It feels like youâre in high school all over again, sticking out like a sore thumb amongst them.
Every other night youâre fine with them being here, but tonight youâre out of it. Your eyes keep darting to Satoru and Ali, both sitting so close together that you almost feel upset. Ali is your best friendâ Sheâs been by your side for as long as you can remember. Sheâs like a sister⊠Yet you have conflicting feelings.
Whenever you look at her and Satoru together, you feel upset. A feeling that is quickly followed by remorse. You shouldnât like your best friendâs boyfriend; alas, you canât control your feelings. Even if you do act on your feelings (you only have a tiny crush either way, itâs no big deal), he wouldnât reciprocate them. Ali is simply stunningâ Itâs not that youâre ugly, but your whole life youâve watched her get praised for her beauty. She simply stands out while youâre just there. Just like this moment.
âHey, are you okay?â You hear your name from Satoruâs mouth, interrupting you from your trance of thoughts. Ali giggles, whispering something in his ear which makes the man chuckle. You unintentionally roll your eyes before nodding.
âOh my god, guys. I forgot to tell you.â Ali begins, drawing everyoneâs attention. Thereâs a grin on her face as she says, âItâs mine and Satoruâs third month anniversary.â
âWoah, for a moment I thought that you had something important to say.â Suguru, who sits beside you, comments. Ali clicks her tongue, sticking out her middle finger at the man. Suguru chuckles in response.
âItâs important! Satoru is going to propose soon.â She announces, sticking up her left hand. Satoruâs eyes widen, and he scoots away from her on the couch. Though theyâre details that you donât notice. Youâre just staring at Aliâs ring finger, knowing that itâll be adorned by a rock soon enough. You know sheâs very influential, and gets what she wants in the end.
âSheâs joking.â Satoru quickly clarifies but you know that itâs only a matter of time before Ali gets her way. In all of your years of knowing Ali, youâve never seen her get turned down. She isnât serious now, but sheâs dropping hints that she wants it to happen soon; if she doesnât get her way soon, the relationship will come to an end.Â
âI guess.â Ali chuckles before kissing Satoruâs cheek. It makes you take a deep breath and look away once again. You make brief eye contact with Shoko before quickly looking away as an uneasiness takes over you. You hear Ali ask, âIt wonât hurt to think about it, right?â
âYouâre still young, you have a lot of time.â Shoko chimes in, earning a glare from your best friend. That wasnât the input she needed, therefore, Ali looks at you.
âIt wouldnât.â You force the words out of your mouth. You can barely look at Aliâs face. Throughout the day whenever you look at her you just think of last night. You left your room to get some water and heard a rather obscene scene. You are rightfully uncomfortable⊠But youâre also sad.Â
You know you have no right to feel sad about this, but you canât help the feeling. Every time you look at her you just can hear her moan his name over and over again while he groans from pleasure. You froze in place, and heard more than you had to last night. You felt sick, and that memory replaying in your head doesnât help you.
Your breath hitches as you hear all of them laugh. You look around the room, feeling as if it gets smaller by the second. You canât stand it. You stand up from the couch, and awkwardly smile. You look back and forth between your best friend and her boyfriend before you tell them,
âIâm going to lay down. I have a lot to do tomorrow.â
No one says anything, letting you leave the room without a protest. Itâs not like you fit in the group either way. You feel like absolute shit, but itâs not their fault. Your personality just doesnât match with theirs, and thatâs not on them.
You lock yourself in your room and immediately bury your head in a pillow, letting the tears flow. An overwhelming flux of emotions flows through you. You like to think of yourself as confident, brave, and strong but right now youâre simply the worst.Â
You shouldnât like your best friendâs boyfriend and you shouldnât be upset at the fact that you heard them have sex the night before. Aliâs been with you through thick and thin, and this is how youâre repaying her.
Meanwhile, Satoru is staring at your bedroom door before looking back at Ali. He asks, âShouldnât you check up on her? Sheâs acting weird tonight.â
âThatâs just how she is. Sheâs always a little weird.â Ali rolls her eyes, and a slight frown comes on Satoruâs face. Maybe he shouldnât overstep, Ali knows you better than anyone but the comment still feels odd.
âIsnât that rude? Sheâs your best friend.â Satoru reminds her, and she clicks her tongue.
âI didnât mean it like that.â
Satoru is in his motherâs hospital room, watching as the one that gave birth to him sleeps. Suguru sits down next to him, afraid to make conversation since he doesnât want to wake the woman up. Suguru is just there for emotional support.
Satoru doesnât know what happened. He was on his way to visit his girlfriend, and his father suddenly called. His mother was ill, and they were on the way to the hospital. And here he is now⊠Waiting to talk to her. Theyâve been slipping her in and out of the room to run tests on her, and the moments that sheâs in the room she canât stay awake.
Satoru has been spending most of his days at the hospital for the past week. Heâs sick of it, but heâs not leaving his mother aloneâ She wouldnât be alone either way, his father is also practically living in the hospital, but Satoru still wonât leave. He texts Ali to kill time, though the conversations quickly get boring and he has to frequently change the topic.
âIâm going to get something to eat.â Suguru says, standing up from his seat. Heâs been glancing at Satoruâs phone, snooping in a conversation that doesnât concern him whatsoever. A conversation thatâs too boring for him to keep reading, which is a lot to say.
âIâll come with.â Satoru stands up as well, following Suguruâs lead. Satoru cracks his knuckles as they leave the room, commenting, âIâm so bored in there.â
âI saw you talking to Aliââ Suguru quickly bites his tongue when he realizes that heâs admitted to snooping. He canât shut up now, heâs already admitted to his crime, he might as well say whatâs on his mind. Suguru throws his arm over Satoruâs shoulder, slightly leaning on him as they walk to the elevator. âSheâs pretty, bro. Iâll give you that but⊠Sheâs kind of superficial.â
âWhy are you staring at my phone?â Satoru side-eyes his best friend, and Suguru shrugs. Satoru rolls his eyes at the lack of response before quickly defending his girlfriend. âYou know sheâs better in person.â
âSheâs not. She only ever talks about herself, and itâs never something interesting.â Suguru points out, which makes a frown appear on Satoruâs face. That isnât true at allâ At least Satoru hasnât noticed and heâs quick to pick up on stuff. Suguru continues trying to get his point across, âAnd I know she has⊠What, two million followers on Instagram? Like yeah, sheâs pretty but apart from that she has nothing.â
âShe has other qualities.â Satoru says as they both get to the elevator. He presses on the downwards arrow button, and they begin the long wait for either elevator.
âLike what? Please name one.â Suguru responds, and Satoru takes a minute to think about it. The elevator opens, and the men step aside to let the people out before entering the lift. The conversation dies down at that moment since itâs awkward to talk about Aliâs lack of personality when three other people surround them.
When they get to the first floor, Suguru brings up the topic again. Satoruâs annoyed, unwilling to listen at this point, and itâs written all over his face but Suguru does not care, âYou deserve better. Sheâs not the type youâd want to marry.â
âHow would you even know that?â Satoru scoffs, and Suguru rolls his eyes. Suguru knows that Satoru isnât going to actually listen. Satoru is defensive about this, and Suguru canât entirely blame him. Ali is still his girlfriend regardless, Suguru knows that heâd react the same way if Satoru began to bad talk Shoko.
âShe treats her best friend like shit. She treats someone that sheâs known her whole life like shit, and you think thatâs the woman you should marry?â Suguru answers, which makes Satoru roll his eyes.
âLetâs just drop it.â Satoru ends up saying, and Suguru sighs defeatedly.
âYeah. Letâs just eat something.â Suguru agrees. He checks the time and realizes he has to get going soon, âIâm leaving you after, Iâm going to see Shoko.â
After Suguru leaves, Satoru is left to go back upstairs alone. He doesnât mind the solitude, itâs not like he was talking to Suguru either way. Heâll probably ponder on Suguruâs words, and try to make an excuse for his girlfriend. Though if Satoru is being honest⊠He doubts the relationship is going to last long. Heâs turned a one night stand into a regular thingâ But maybe thereâs a future in the relationship. He likes to be optimistic about things, even if itâs a relationship that doesnât have much of a future.
âSatoru!â Heâs met by a voice that catches him off guard. Heâs a little surprised to be met by his girlfriend, but a smile comes to his face as he sees her face. Though the smile fades when he looks over her outfit.
Satoru isnât one to police what his girlfriend wears. Heâs fine with whatever that makes her happy. Heâs not the type to get jealous or control that aspect of her life⊠But he recognizes when an outfit is inappropriate for an occasion.
She wears a red cut out dress, as if sheâs about to go out clubbing. She smiles brightly at him, and Satoru canât help but feel bad. Sheâs a little ditzy sometimes. She doesnât mean any harm.
âWhat are you doing here?â Satoru sounds rather awkward, something that she doesnât seem to notice. Satoru would be more welcoming if she looked a little more decent for the place.Â
âI just want to visit my mother-in-law.â She says which makes Satoru cringe. He wonât correct her, he knows sheâs just joking. He thinks sheâs just joking. She gives him a tight hug, something that a few minutes ago he thought would be comforting; itâs anything but⊠But itâs not her fault.Â
âSheâs sleeping.â Satoru answers as he pulls away. Ali pouts, mimicking a sad expression. It feels like sheâs mimicking considering how she exaggerates it. Noâ Satoru is just overthinking everything after his conversation with Suguru. The dumbass was trying to brainwash Satoru.
âDo you want to go out to dinner then?â She asks, as if itâs the only reason why sheâs here. Satoru shakes his head which makes a slight frown appear on the womanâs face.
âI already ate something at the cafeteria.â Satoru responds.Â
âIâll go get something then. Iâm hungry.â She replies, and Satoru tries not to question it. Did she come here for the sole purpose of stealing Satoruâs attention? No, heâs just letting Suguru get to his head. Though heâd admit that itâs odd for her to show up at the hospital and immediately ask him out to eat.
She bites down her lip before asking Satoru, âDo you want to come with?â
âIâm going to my momâs room. You can come back after youâre finished.â Satoru answers, and she rolls her eyes. Satoru is going to pretend like he didnât catch that weird reaction. Itâs just his mind playing tricks on him. She leaves without a word, letting Satoru walk back to his motherâs room to wait by her side.
Satoru is sure heâs just reading into things as he sits down besides his mother once again. Stupid Suguru got in his head. The idiot has a way to mess with Satoru, it works ninety percent of the time. Though Satoru knows that he canât entirely blame Suguru since the man just mentioned certain behaviors that Satoru himself noticed. Ali is quite a bitch with you, and if Satoru were anyone else, heâd give you the advice to cut her off.
Perhaps youâre just sticking around because youâre roommates with Ali. He doesnât know the extent of your relationship either, heâs barely even scratched the surface so itâs not a matter that he has an opinion on. Ali is rising to fame as an influencer, and sheâs letting the attention get to her head so maybe this is just some new behavior on her end.Â
Satoru begins to question every little thing about Ali in the span of thirty minutes. Maybe she really is superficial like Suguru claimsâ Who is Satoru even trying to convince? Ali is most definitely superficial, heâs known about this since their very first date.
He grabs his phone to distract himself, heâs currently questioning his relationship because of Suguruâs dumb words. He canât let the little shit get to his head, Suguru loves to do this every time Satoru has a girlfriend and it always ends up with Satoru breaking up with his girl.
Satoruâs eyes narrow as he sees a new story from Ali. His thumb hovers over the screen as the man builds up the courage to click on it. Sheâs posing seductively for the camera, and Satoru sighs as he sees the story from a couple of minutes ago. Maybe itâs just a video from a couple of weeks ago; sheâs just posting content to keep her followers engaged.
Satoru taps on the screen, seeing sheâs posted multiple things in the last thirty minutes. Before getting to the hospital and while sheâs clearly in the building. Just five minutes ago she posted a mirror selfie in the hospital bathroom, and Satoru canât help but frown. Sheâs a bit ditzy but she canât be this unaware, right?
It clicks in his head at that moment. Suguru isnât trying to brainwash him, heâs just pointing out whatâs fairly obvious. Ali isnât here to actually check up on Satoruâs mom, sheâs here for another reason. She just wants Satoruâs attention.
He stands up from his chair and walks out of the room. He canât sit there knowing sheâs making a fool out of herself, and in the process, embarrassing him. He has to talk to her, ask for her to leave before she makes a complete and utter fool out of him as well.
Satoru gets to the cafeteria quickly, his eyes searching around the place for his girlfriend. Luckily, he doesnât have to look for too long before his eyes land on her as she poses for a photo. Sheâs treating the hospital cafeteria as a photo studio, he canât look at her for too long without embarrassment filling him inside. His eyes donât wander too far before landing on an all too familiar face.
Satoruâs breath hitches, gulping as he stares back at his father. His fatherâs eyes then fall on Ali. Satoru just should turn around and not acknowledge her at allâ If the situation is embarrassing now, he can only imagine itâs ten times worse if his father finds out that this oblivious woman is Satoruâs girlfriend.
âPookie! Come here!â Ali yells once her eyes fall on Satoru, making it loud enough for everyone to hear. Satoru can still turn around and pretend like he doesnât know her, especially since he sees his fatherâs brow furrows. Yeah⊠Itâs best if Satoru turns around and apologizes later.
âSatoru! Are you ignoring me?!â She calls out as she walks over to the man. Satoru freezes in his spot, making eye contact with his father who shakes his head disappointedly.Â
âAllison, now itâs not the time.â Satoru says through gritted teeth, not being able to even look at her.Â
âWhat? What are you saying?â She sounds offended, and frankly, she should be. Satoru looks ashamed to be near her because he is. He feels all eyes on him since Ali isnât exactly someone that blends into the crowd. Is this what it feels to be self-conscious?Â
Satoru grabs her hand and practically drags her out of the place. She posters him, demanding he tell her whatâs going on the entire time until theyâre finally outside of the building. Satoru lets go and she crosses her arms, huffing and puffing as Satoru runs a hand through his hair.
He canât lose his cool.
âWhy are you here?â He asks, taking a deep breath to ensure he remains calm and collected.Â
âI told youââ She begins only to be quickly interrupted by Satoru.
âWhy are you actually here? Actually. First of all you come here looking likeâ That. You tell me you want to see my mother but immediately ask me to go out and get something together. Instead of coming back up you begin to smugly post on your social media,â Satoru is too frustrated to care about the words that leave his lips. âYouâre posting for your millions of followers while youâre in a hospital. Youâre supposed to be visiting my mother and you look like this.â
âWhatâs wrong with my dress?â Sheâs trying to play dumb, looking down at the attire that is clearly inappropriate for the occasion. Sheâs ignoring everything else, knowing that she can easily win the argument if she only focuses on one detail.
âFor fuckâs sake, Allison. This is a hospital not a club. Youâre here to visit my sick mother, or what? Did you have other plans tonight?â Satoru argues and she scoffs.Â
âExcuse me for trying to be a good girlfriend. For the record, I do want to check up on my future mother-in-law. Next time Iâll just leave you alone.â She tries to sound threatening which makes Satoru roll his eyes. Before he can get another word in, she begins to walk away. Sheâs not going back inside, opting to walk to her car instead.Â
Satoru doesnât care to stop her, instead heâs agreeing with everything Suguru mentioned. Maybe he should reconsider everything about this relationship. But first⊠He has to go back inside and face his father.
As Ali and Satoruâs six month mark comes by, you notice that Satoru comes around less often. Satoru, who would come around every few days, barely shows up every two weeks. You think it started after Ali began to joke about getting engaged, but you know why Satoru is distant. It doesnât take a genius to figure it out.Â
You remember catching her before going out, telling you that sheâs about to go meet Satoru at the hospitalâ Before you could even question her outfit she told you that she was hoping heâd take her out to eat. Itâs shocking that he didnât break up with her right then and there, but you guess that he likes her so much that he canât bring himself to end things.Â
Though as you walk past her bedroom, you hear that some things donât change. No matter how bad she screws things up, this detail will never change. They could be a little less loud though, theyâre not alone. Or they could simply go to Satoruâs apartment since he lives alone. But no, they choose to come here.
You should probably cover your ears as you walk to the kitchen to get some water, but youâre unphased by this. Itâs not the first time it happens, and it certainly wonât be the last. You wonât lie and say that you arenât uncomfortable by the sound of it, and perhaps youâre searching for an apartment to move away soon because of how upsetting it is. But youâre slowly getting used to it.
âOh, fuck! Itâs so good!â She moans and you let out a sigh. She has no consideration for you. Itâs fine, youâll go back to your room and put on some headphones to block it out. But you freeze in your steps when you hear a voice that is not the one of her boyfriend.Â
You feel as if your heart is about to beat out of your chest as you come to the realizationâ But no, youâre not going to get involved. You grab your glass of water and walk back to your bedroom, locking the door.
You plop down on the bed, grabbing your phone to check on your social media. You have a feeling that Ali isnât there with Satoru, and you want to check what heâs doing tonight. Satoru usually posts what heâs doing for the night in the most subtle ways. If he hasnât posted anything, then heâs probably with Ali and you should ignore the whole situation; but youâre quickly proven right when you see Satoru posting with Suguru.Â
The pictures could be from a different night though, but you notice that they were posted just a few minutes ago. Your eyes are wide, hands shaky as you stare at the picture. Regardless if theyâre from nights ago or tonight, Satoru couldnât have posted this while heâs getting busy with Ali.Â
You turn off your phone and close your eyes at the realization that your best friend is cheating on her boyfriend.
You try to convince yourself that the previous night is a misunderstanding. Youâre just getting the situation wrong, Ali would not do that to her boyfriend. But your best friend quickly proves you wrong when you walk out of your bedroom and see a random man in your kitchen, looking most indecent. Heâs covered in love bites, confirming that you werenât wrong in your assumptions
You almost feel like a prude for covering your eyes when you look in his directionâ You would think she would try to hide it the best she could, but she doesnât care. Sheâs letting him walk around freely in your apartment, even though you know sheâs awake.
âAllison.â You knock on her bedroom door, and within a few seconds she opens it. Her sandy blonde hair is neatly kept, letting you know that sheâs been awake for a while. Sheâs had enough time to get ready so sheâs certainly had enough time to kick the random man thatâs in your house out.
âHiâŠâ She bites her lip, looking guilty as ever. Just one swift look at you, and she knows that youâre not happy with her. She grabs your hand and pulls you inside before shutting the door. She doesnât want her loverboy to hear what she has to say.
âAli, what did you do?â Youâre stern, making it clear that this isnât a situation that youâre willing to laugh about. Maybe if Satoru deserved it you could turn a blind eye to this, but you canât. Satoru is a great boyfriend to her.
âIâm sorry.â Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she mutters an apology. An apology that should be to Satoru and not you. âI donât know what came over me⊠I told him I loved him and he justâ Just ignored me.â
âAli, thatâs no reason to betray your boyfriend.â You argue, and she buries her face between her hands. She cries, only making you feel guilty for even questioning her actions. You cross your arms and look away, refusing to feel guilty for her disloyalty.
âPlease donât tell himâ Iâm sorry. Itâll never happen again.â She pleads and you feel a heavy weight settle in your heart. No, you should tell him. Satoru doesnât deserve this.Â
Ali wraps her arms around you, resting her face on your shoulder as she continues to sob. âPlease, youâre the only person I can count on.â
âAliââ You begin, but you cut yourself off. You take a deep breath, before agreeing, âFine. Iâll keep your secret.â
Guilt is eating you alive. The very next day, Satoru comes over and you canât look him in the eye. You ignore him the entire time, and he notices something is up with you, but he wonât question it. If you donât want to talk to him, then itâs your own issue.Â
You feel like the responsibility of confessing to him is on your shoulders. But you donât want to betray your best friend by doing so. Sheâs made her own decisions about her relationship, if you snitch the blame shouldnât fall on you⊠But you still feel like it isnât your position to tell. Youâre not friends with Satoru at all, youâre friends with Ali. You feel like youâd be betraying her, not only because sheâs your best friend but also because you happen to like her boyfriend.Â
Youâre nearly driving yourself insane as you think about it. Ultimately, you decide to stay out of it. Satoru is going to find out in his own way eventually; youâre a firm believer that the truth always comes to light eventually, and in this situation you refuse to be the catalyst. And you certainly donât want to lose your friendship by telling him.
That is until the doorbell rings, a little later than usual on a Tuesday night. Ali isnât home, leaving you alone to welcome the uninvited guest.
âSatoru, what are you doing here?â You question, surprised at his presence. He should know that Ali is at a brand event right now, after all, sheâs gloating about it on any and every social media platform. âAli isnât here right now. She wonât be here in a while.â
âActually, Iâm here to talk to you.â He confesses, and you feel your stomach churn. You feel nauseous as guilt takes over you. Does he know? Is that why heâs here? Heâs most definitely here to question you, and you feel nervous.Â
âOh⊠What is it?â You try to smile to hide the fact that youâre freaking out. But it comes off as disingenuous, and Satoru is not an idiot that wonât notice it. Heâll choose to ignore it though.
âCan I come in?â He asks, and you move to the side, inviting him to the apartment. He steps inside, and looks around the place. Thereâs a different vibe to the apartment when Ali is gone⊠It feels oddly comforting.Â
âDo you want anything to drink?â You offer as you shut the door. But he shakes his head, and you feel oddly relieved by that answer. Heâs not going to be here for a long time, so heâs not going to bring it up.
Before saying anything, he takes a seat on the couch. He looks around the place for another minute, and he notices that you choose to stand instead of taking a seat. You couldnât make it any more obvious. He clears his throat before speaking up, âIs everything okay between us?â
âYeah! Yeah, why wouldnât they be?â Youâre stumbling over words, making your statement sound false. Heâs quick to spot the lie, and a frown comes to his face. You canât keep lying to him, you know.
âWhyââ
âSheâs cheating on you!â You blurt out, and to your surprise, he looks unphased. You feel the need to explain yourself after his lack of reaction, a response from your nerves. âI swore I was going to stay out of it when I heard her with her friend last weekâ I thought it was you two again but then I realized that it wasnât you, and I couldnât look you in the eye after it. I didnât want to say anything because sheâs my friend but youâre a really good guyââ
And as you ramble, you fail to notice that heâs stood up and heâs taken your hands into his. Heâs squeezing your hands to make you calm down as you explain your side of the story. Youâre not guilty in any of this, youâre just too damn good of a friend.
âHey, hey. Iâm not mad at you.â He cuts you off when he realizes youâre on the verge of tears. If heâs being honest, he was expecting something like this to happen with her. Heâs been waiting for the right moment to end things, and luckily he has the best excuse now.
âI shouldâve told you sooner, Iâm sorry.â You still apologize. You feel your face get warm as you realize heâs holding your hands, making you jerk them out of his grasp. âBut please, donât tell her I told you.â
âI promise I wonât.â He responds. âThank you so much for telling me.â
âSatoru, please donât tell her I told you.â You ask of him once again, and he nods in response. And though the weight is lifted off your shoulders, another worry begins to settle in. But you try to convince yourself that youâll be fine. If this marks the end of your friendship with Ali, then so be it. In the end, you did the right thing.
Satoru messages Ali on a Friday night, making sure that youâre out of the apartment before coming over. The message gets Ali excited since she thinks everything is going back to normal, especially since Satoru has been acting weirder than usual. The honeymoon stage is supposed to last longer than six months, but for some reason their relationship is going through a dry spell.Â
Ali begins to get ready for what she expects is going to be a steamy night. She checks the time every five minutes, waiting for Satoru to finally show up. While she promised you that she wouldnât do it again, sheâs not the type to keep a promise; especially when her needs arenât being met.Â
Meanwhile, Satoru decides how heâs going to break the news⊠Should he be gentle? He wonât lie and say that he isnât butthurt about her disloyalty. Heâs been thinking about ending things with her for a while, but it hurts his ego to know that she cheated on him. Maybe he should be harsh with her, after all, cheating is not a mistake one should take lightly. And Satoru is certainly mad at the offense.
Heâs set on making this as quick and easy as possible, so heâll be calm with her. Heâs grown to not care for her, so being angry will just waste his time. Sure, his ego is hurt but not enough to waste minutes of precious time. He takes a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.
âPookie! Iâm so happy that youâre here!â Ali exclaims immediately as she opens the door. She throws her arms over Satoru, hugging him tightly. Satoru does not return the hug, something that she doesnât seem to notice.
They step inside, and Satoru awkwardly places his hands in his pockets. Heâs not unfamiliar with a breakup, but itâs still awkward. Ali walks to the kitchen to get something to drink for him. Something sweet, just how he likes it.
âIâve been thinking about you so much. I miss you.â She begins, and Satoru thinks about how to lay it on gently. She begins to tell him about a brand trip that sheâs been invited to, and all the magnificent details.Â
âHere.â She smiles brightly at him, handing him something to drink. Satoru hesitantly takes it from her hand, swirling the drink in his hand but not daring to bring it up to his lips. She takes a seat on the couch, waiting for him to join her. Satoru remains standing though. âYouâve been so quiet lately.â
âYeahâŠâ Satoru sounds awkward, but he knows that she wonât pick up on it. Satoru walks to the kitchen to put the drink on the counter, heâs not thirsty right now.Â
âIs everything okay?â Ali asks, and Satoru slowly walks back to her. Her eyes keep going back and forth between him and the couch, but Satoru is opting to stand.
âMy friend saw you with another guy in a compromising situation.â He finally admits, making her eyes go wide. A simple look at her, and Satoru knows that sheâs ready to deny the situation. He has no proof, why is he questioning her loyalty?
âIâ I donât know what youâre talking about.â She begins, immediately giving it away that sheâs guilty. Sheâs as pale as a ghost, something that almost earns a chuckle from Satoru in the very tense situation. He forgets about his hurt ego when he sees her reaction.
âDonât lie to me. He said everything I need to know, and I trust him.â Satoru changes a certain detail, one that will take away all suspicions that would surround you. Sheâs taken back by this, and sheâs not sure how to respond. She stands up from her seat, taking a step near the man.
âI only did it because youââ Sheâs getting defensive over her wrongdoings. Sure, she did it but she had a damn good reasonâ At least thatâs what she thinks. âI told you I loved you and youââ
âI canât tell you I love you when I donât.â Satoru cuts her off, and her face gets red from embarrassment. Sheâs still going to hold her head high and defend her actions, even if thereâs no good explanation for her decisions. âI was going to end things with you eventually, but what youâve done is unforgivable. I liked the possibility of us being friends but⊠I donât think I can do that either.â
âSatoru, we can talk about this.â Ali begins when she realizes that Satoru wonât care for any reasoning. Heâs set on ending things. Sheâs stepping toward him, and when sheâs within reach, she grabs his hands. âWe can work things out, letâs not throw everything awayââ
âYou threw everything away. Thereâs no way in hell Iâd get back with you after you cheated.â He interrupts her once again. Itâs just like Suguru said, sheâs very superficial. âYou told me you loved me, yet you went with the first guy you could find because I needed some time. What does that say about your character or your feelings toward me? Do you even care about me?âÂ
âI do! I was justâ Feeling so low. I was tipsy and made a mistake.â She tries to explain her side, and Satoru takes his hands from her grasp. He doesnât want to spend another minute here to hear stupid excuses for horrible actionsâ Horrible actions that hurt his ego but he doesnât care about as much as he should. He was over with the relationship for a while now.
âI donât care for a reason. This is over.â Satoru says, taking a step backwards. âPlease donât make this harder than it has to be. Weâre both mature enough to not make this a bigger deal than it has to be.â
She opens her mouth to speak, but Satoru walks away before she can get a word out. He doesnât care enough to hear what she has in mind, so sheâs forced to swallow her words.
Youâve never seen Ali as devastated as she is now. Sheâs crying on your shoulder, telling you how much she regrets her actions. Itâs good to hear that sheâs learned from her mistakes, but you feel extremely guilty knowing that your best friend is heartbroken because you couldnât keep a secret. Deep down, you know you did the right thing but still feel bad while your best friend is sobbing over her now ex-boyfriend.
âI donât know what Iâm going to doâ He was so perfect.â She sobs, and you hear your heart breaking. You shouldâve just bit your tongue about it.Â
You have conflicting feelings for Satoru, but you were rooting for them. Youâd never wish harm on your best friend, and you didnât tell him with the hopes that theyâd break up. Cheating isnât something that you can keep quiet about, even if itâs a mistake from your best friend.
âYouâll be okay, Ali. He wasnât worth it.â You embrace her, hand rubbing her back to soothe her. You donât believe the words leave your lips, but youâll say just about anything to comfort her. You know her, sheâs more upset about the fact that she got dumped than her so-called love for Satoru.Â
âYouâre such a liar! He was perfect!â She cries, and you canât argue with it. Youâre at a loss of wordsâ Whatâs the next step that you should take? You canât reprimand her and remind her that these are the consequences of her actions. âHeâs blocked me everywhere. Iâve been trying to message him on social media but I canât find his accounts.â
âMaybe you should let this go. Thereâs no way to go back from this.â You try to tell her, but your words fall on deaf ears. You know her, sheâs not listening to anything she doesnât want to hear. Ali wants something, and sheâll get it no matter the cost.Â
Sheâs looking up at you with glossy eyes, desperate to get what she wants. You know the look in her eyes. Sheâs determined to get back with him, and she needs your help. Before she can mutter something out, you speak, âNo. Iâm not getting involved.â
âPleaseâ Please, please, please. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â She pleads, putting her hands together to beg. You look away, not willing to fall for her trap. You feel the guilt of telling Satoru, slowly eat you alive; you know you did the right thing, but why do you feel so bad?
âThereâs plenty of fish in the sea, and youâre a pretty girl. Heâs not all that.â You answer, once again not believing a single word you say. You have to make her drop this absurd idea of getting back with Satoru though, and youâre willing to make up any lie.
She takes her head off your shoulder, dramatically crossing her arms and pouting like a child. You let out a sigh, knowing that this stupid idea of getting back with Satoru is not getting dropped any time soon.
âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd say you like him.â She murmurs, and you feel your face get hot. You donât say anything because youâd surely give away your feelings by uttering a single word.Â
âWeâll talk again when you grow up.â You stand up from the couch, planning to leave her behind to sort out her intense emotions. But just as youâre about to walk away, she speaks up,
âPlease, do this one thing for me and then Iâll leave you alone.â And you look back at her, the desperation in her eyes getting to you. Sheâs in this position because of you. The least you can do is help her out.
An exasperated sigh leaves your lips before you mutter out, âFine.â
Ali has an insane power over you, and itâs clear when she strings you along in her ridiculous plan. Though there is no plan, she just wants you to show up at Satoruâs place and beg. She canât show up anymore since he threatened her with a restraining order (thinking about it, youâre not sure why you agreed to come), so she pushed you to show up.Â
Though you arenât exactly doing what she wants you to do.
You texted Satoru in the morning, asking him if you could meet up to talk. Surprisingly, he agreed. You have no idea how to proceed though. How will you even bring up the topic without getting completely turned down?
Your mind is racing to find the answer as you sit down outside the cafĂ©. Youâre bouncing your leg, feeling your nerves rise as you wait for Satoruâs arrival. Ali is inside, trying to hide as her stupid plan unravels. Youâre like her puppet, and you fail to notice.
âHi.â Youâre startled by a welcoming voice. You look up to find Satoru with a subtle smile on his face. You stand up to greet him, though he assures you it isnât necessary.Â
His eyes look you up and down, and your face gets hot at the mere thought that heâs checking you outâ No, itâs absurd. He wouldnât be into you in any way. Ali is his type, and youâre nothing like her.
âIâm going in. Do you want anything? I heard you also like sweet stuff.â Satoru offers, and youâre about to shake your head since you donât want Satoru spending a single cent on you; but then you remember Ali is also inside.
âIâll get it, what do you want?â You quickly ask and he raises a brow.Â
âItâs fine, I need to walk a little more before stuffing my face.â He replies, and you insist. He lets out a chuckle at your insistence before telling you, âIâll ignore Allison, you donât have to worry about it.â
âOhâ You know about that.â You awkwardly respond, and Satoru nods.
âYou donât think Iâm dumb enough to not know, right? Youâre too good to her, you wouldnât reach out even thoughââ He cuts himself off before finishing his sentence. He doesnât want to embarrass you. âI know youâre here for her.â
âThen why did you come?â You question, earning a shrug for him. Before you can pressure him to give you a proper answer, he walks inside the cafĂ© to get himself a treat. You take a seat once again, and instead of focusing on your initial goal, your mind fills up with questions.Â
Heâs not here because he likes you⊠Right? No. Absolutely not. You quickly shake that thought out of your head. Itâs not that youâre not beautiful, but compared to Ali youâre nothing. Your whole life youâve always come second to her, and this situation is no different. Even if Satoru were to make a move on you, itâd be to get some sort of revenge on Ali.Â
As your mind races and goes through every possible scenario, Satoru comes back with a coffee and two treats. He places a delicious dessert in front of you before sitting down across from you. Your eyes get big at the sight of the sweet dish, your mouth salivating. It sure manages to push away any and all thoughts that were flooding your brain.Â
âWhat is this?â You ask, and he looks like heâs fighting back a smile.
âJust thought you might like it.â He acts unbothered. You lick your lips, about to taste the dessert but you end up holding back. You simply watch him sip on his beverage. Youâre reminded that youâre here to help Ali out.
âHow have you been holding up? Has the breakup been hitting you hard?â You ask, though you know the question is useless. Satoru has never looked better. A great weight has been lifted off his shoulders, and itâs noticeable.Â
âSure, you can say that.â He chuckles, taking the question as a joke. âGive me your proposal. What is she offering?â
âApologies.â Thereâs an unintentional mocking tone in your voice. Satoruâs brows raise as he picks up on it, but he quickly assumes that you donât do it on purpose. âShe really is sorry, Satoru. She regrets her decision, and she really misses you.â
âThatâs good to hear.â He says, and before you can say anything, he speaks up again, âI still donât want anything to do with her. You of all people should know that cheating isnât the only thing that led to this.â
âAli is a good person⊠Sheâs just out of it sometimes.â You defend her, and Satoru laughs. âShe misses you so much, and it hurts to see my best friend in this much pain.â
âYouâre too good for her.â He replies, and you hate to hear those words. Sheâs your best friend, youâre not too good for herâ Youâre just doing everything that a best friend should be doing.
âIâm doing what I should be doing. She loves you, Satoru.â You point out, and he scoffs. She told him that she loves him, but thatâs hard to believe. Satoruâs gotten to know Ali, and he knows that she has a certain way with words. Sheâs not very convincing to Satoru though.
âWhy should you be involved in this? Youâre a great friend, but sheâs not one. If she was, she wouldnât get you involved in this.â Satoru responds, and you sigh. You donât want to begin that conversation, mainly because you know thereâs some truth to his words.Â
âI should get involved because sheâs suffering.â You argue, and Satoru wants to laugh. Suffering, right. Sheâs too self-absorbed to care about someone else.Â
âCanât she just get a new boyfriend? Why does it have to be me?â He asks, and you furrow your brows.Â
âWhat do you mean? Who else would it be?â You question. âYou canât easily fall in and out of love.â
âSheâs not in love with me though. She just likes attention and expensive things, something a lot of other men can offer.â Satoru points out, making you bite your lip. Heâs not entirely wrong but you still choose to defend your best friend.
âShe does love you, Satoru. Sheâs been crying to me about this for so long. She misses you.â You defend her, and Satoru clicks his tongue.
âWill you taste the dessert I got you? I want to see if you like it.â Satoru tries to change the topic, and you puff out a breath. Itâs not going to kill you to taste it, and youâll quickly go back to the subject.
You take a small bite, and your eyes light up as you begin to savor the food in front of you. Satoru is watching your every move, finding your expression amusing. For the second, you completely forget why youâre here.Â
âIs it good?â Satoru asks, and you excitedly nod your head. Itâs good to know that he made the right decision. He watches you take another bite before standing up. The topic of Ali is tired, and he knows that itâs the only type of conversation heâll get from you today. He knew that the whole reason you asked him to meet up was to talk about Ali, but he doesnât regret coming.
âWhere are you going?â You sound funny, your mouth full of food as Satoru grabs his drink. Itâs obvious heâs leaving, but you ask with the slight hope that youâre wrong.Â
âFor the record, I came here because itâs always nice to talk to you.â Satoru tells you, and you raise your eyebrows in confusion. He clears his throat before pointing inside, âWe can meet up again soon, just not with her around.â
âWaitâ! Weâre not done here.â You try to stop him but Satoru turns his back to you and begins to walk away.Â
Unluckily for Ali, youâre not running after him to talk. Heâs made his decision and you arenât willing to interfere in their relationship anymore. And unluckily for you, you know that Ali wonât accept the decision and continue to press you about the matter.Â
Satoru furrows his eyebrows as he sees the long line of the shop. He thought that showing up early would reduce the amount of people in the place, but heâs been proven wrong. He canât help but sigh, knowing that heâll spend at least twenty minutes waiting just to get a treat. But all the time in line is worth it.
Satoru looks around the place, hoping that heâll find somethingâ Even if he stands so far away that he canât make out anything he sees. He freezes when he sees a familiar head of curly brown hair, way ahead in line. He chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment before stepping forward.
âWhich one should I get?â You mutter yourself, mouth watering as your eyes scan all the desserts behind the glass.Â
âThe macaroons look good.â Youâre startled by an all too familiar voice. You put your hand over your heart, feeling as if itâs about to beat out of your chest as you look at him.
âWhat are you doing here?â You ask him, as if itâs impossible for you to end up in the same place. You know he has a sweet tooth as well, it shouldnât be a surprise to find him here. You look back, and see the long line behind you. âOh, youâre using me to cut line, I see.â
âCanât you believe I just wanted to greet you?â Satoru responds, and you chuckle.Â
âItâs fine. You can use me.â You respond, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Itâs weird to talk to him without using Ali as an excuse. âIâve been waiting for a while, itâs fine.â
âDid you just get off work?â Satoru asks and you nod. âWhat do you do? Iâm sorry I neverââ
âHurry up! Weâre waiting!â Someone cuts off the conversation, and you feel your face get warm from embarrassment. Satoru glares back at them, as if he has the right. He did cut the line, but he doesnât care.Â
âIâll take two of those.â You tell the worker behind the counter. You donât even look at the food that youâre pointing at, you just want to get out of line. âPick what you want.â
His order is more intricate than yours. Itâs clear that he wouldâve waited an hour if he had to.
âIâll pay.â He insists when you get to the register, and you want to argue with him that you got yourself covered. But he pays before you can even open your mouth.
âThank you.â Youâre forced to thank him when you exit the store. You expect to go your separate ways, after leaving the place but Satoru offers,
âHow about we take a seat? I want to talk to you.âÂ
âOhâ Yeah.â You respond. You bite down your lip before telling him, âIâm a tech analyst, by the way.â
âHuhâ Oh, yeah.â Satoru replies. He stares at your face for a moment before letting out a low laugh. âI wouldâve never guessed.âÂ
âWell now you know.â
Ali calms down a couple of months after her breakup with Satoru. She certainly leaves you alone about the matter which youâre grateful for. Youâre more than willing to help your best friend with any issue, but her relationship with Satoru is a mess youâd rather stay out of.
Knowing Ali, sheâs certainly not given up on Satoru. Sheâs just leaving you out of the mess, and by doing so, sheâs completely forgotten about you. Even though you miss your friend, you certainly donât mind not being involved in her romantic issues.
You know that sheâs looking for ways to get close to Satoru again, not knowing that using you again would actually offer some sort of result this time around. But you wouldnât dare tell her.Â
It wasnât something you planned out, it just happened. Your shared love for sweets led you to the same shop in townâ And you keep meeting up by chance. There aren't many shops in the area like that one. Sure, you can buy a dessert anywhere, but you wonât find the variety and quality anywhere else in town; itâs what attracts you two to the same place.
You met a handful of times by chance, and each time you began to talk. Conversation flowed smoothly each time, which led you to talk more on the phone. Now youâre texting to meet up, agreeing to grab a sweet treat at least once a week. You slightly feel guilty for meeting him behind Aliâs back, but you know that you arenât doing anything wrong.
Youâre simply friends with Satoru. Everything is completely platonic.
âI got this for you.â Satoru puts down a little box on the table, sliding it over to you. Your eyes narrow as you try to decipher whatâs in the box. You wonder what heâs picked for you. While youâve gotten close, you doubt that heâs really noticed your preferences in sweets.Â
âYou didnât have to, thank you.â You immediately respond, opening the box to find your favorite dessert. Your eyes widen, a smile coming to your face as you realize that heâs noticed what your favorite kind of treat is. Itâs sweet to know that heâs noticed. âI really appreciate it, Satoru.â
âIt was no problem.â He smiles back at you. Heâs always buying something for you, making you feel special in a way that heâd never guess. You almost feel guilty for never getting him something in return.
âDo you want a bit?â You offer, but he quickly shakes his head. He got it for you because he knows that you like it, but he isnât particularly fond of the dessert that he got you. You look delighted with his response, making Satoru scoff.
âYou do know the place has more, right? It wouldnât kill you to share either.â He says, and you stick your tongue out at him jokingly. âYou can enjoy your yucky dessert alone, donât worry.â
âYucky? Really?â You respond and he hums in response. âYou sound like a child.â
âI canât find a more fitting word.â He replies which makes you giggle. He can criticize the food all he wants, as long as you donât have to share. Satoru clears his throat before speaking up again, âYou know, I was thinkingââ
âThis is so good.â You unintentionally cut him off as you taste what he got you. You swear youâre in heaven with the first taste. You donât understand how Satoru doesnât like it, but itâs fine, youâre happy as long as you donât have to share. Satoru chuckles at your reaction.
âI really donât understand why you like it so much. Thereâs so many other options.â He says, but you donât pay much attention to what he has to say. And just like that, the courage for what he was going to say is completely gone. âBut if it makes you happy.â
âYou know something? Youâre actually a really picky eater. I never figured you as the type.â You tell him, and Satoru clicks his tongue. You arenât wrong though. âI did cut you off, didnât I? What were you going to say?â
âNothing.â He shakes his head, dismissing the topic. You furrow your brows, getting curious as to what you interrupted.Â
âAre you sure?â You question and he nods in response. The reason youâre here today is because Satoru texted you that he wanted to talk about something. You seriously doubt that the reason heâs here is to simply give you a free dessert. âI donât buy it.â
âYouâre right.â He sighs. He bites his lip, fidgeting his fingers. Heâs feeling nervous, something that rarely comes to him. Satoru has the right to feel confident in every situationâ But heâs not sure how to approach this considering the weird dynamic that you have. He finally spits out, âHow about we go on a date? Would you like that?â
âSatoruââ Youâre caught speechless. You slowly blink, feeling as if your heart is about to beat out of your chest. Did you hear that right? You begin to laugh, as if Satoru just told you some sort of joke. âYou got me.â
âIâm not joking.â Satoru almost sounds offended by your response.
âIâ I canât, Satoru.â You answer, feeling dirty for even saying that. You like himâ Itâs no longer a stupid crush anymore. After spending time with him, and getting to know him better, youâve realized that you like him as a person. Youâre not just attracted to him. You can picture a future with him, although you shouldnât.Â
âWhy?â He asks. He knows you like him, heâs known for a long time. Itâs clear that you two have chemistry. You didnât just say no, you specifically told him that you canât. âIf itâs about Aliââ
âIâm sorry.â You stand up. You walk away, leaving your dessert half eaten.Â
âShouldâve known.â Satoru mutters, quickly followed by a sigh. Itâs clear that you like him, but your loyalty towards Ali is stronger.
âHey⊠What are you doing here?â Satoru opens the door, only to find you completely distressed. Itâs almost midnight, so heâs shocked to find you at his door. You look distressedâ Itâs clear to him that youâve just woken up, given that youâre wearing your glasses instead of your usual contacts. âIf itâs about earlierââ
âWe have to talk.â You cut him off, and Satoru moves to the side to let you in. You take a deep breath before stepping into his apartment. You awkwardly look around the place, wondering why youâre here. Youâre listening to your heart instead of your brain, you should turn around and go back to your best friend.
âWhat do you want to say?â He asks, shutting the door behind him. He steps near you, and you feel your breath get caught up in your chest.Â
âI was thinking about it⊠I do like you, Satoru.â You confess, something that isnât news to Satoru. Heâs known for a while. It was clear that you were trying to hide it, so it wasnât something that concerned him while he was with Ali.
You sigh, âBut Aliâs been my friend since childhood. She loves you. I canât do this to her.â
âPleaseâŠâ Satoru grabs your hand, putting it over his beating heart. You feel your face get warm, looking up at him to make eye contact. âYou shouldnât be unhappy for her.â
âWe make great friends, Satoru. I canât hurt her like this.â You tell him, hating yourself for the words that leave your mouth. If you were anyone else, youâd jump at the opportunity to be with him, but you canât do that to your best friend. âI came here to tell you that. I donât want to ruin our friendship.â
âYou know that weâd go really great together.â He tries to convince you, and you know he isnât wrong. You look into his adoring eyes, feeling your heart skip a beat. âYou canât base your decisions on her feelings.â
You shouldnât. You really shouldnât.
âIâm sorry.â You mutter as your hands go to the back of his neck, bringing him down to meet your lips. Youâre not apologizing to him, that part is clear to him when your soft lips meet his. Youâre listening to your heart and not your mind for once. Though it swells with guilt, the feeling is overshadowed.
Satoru shuts his eyes, giving in to the soft feeling of your lips against his. You pull away, your gaze meeting his adoring eyes for a moment. You shouldnât, yet your lips meet again. It starts sweet, but his wandering hands escalate things. Your tongue enters his mouth as his hands land on your ass.Â
You feel as if your body is burning up as your tongue presses against his. You need him in every explicable way. Your body needs more. Satoru picks you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you to his bedroom, gently putting you down on his bed. Are things going too fast? Or has this been brewing up for a while? Either way, things arenât stopping now.
He pulls away, taking off your glasses and putting them down on his nightstand before focusing all his attention on you. He cups your face and lovingly kisses you as your fingers trace down his body and stop at his sweatpants.Â
You escalate things by pulling down his sweatpants, unable to waste any more time. You pull away from the kiss. You look up at him with dark, lust-filled eyes. As he pulls away, you push down his underwear.Â
You shouldnât be surprised by his size, but heâs bigger than average. Your hand wraps around the base and you give it a couple of strokes before your tongue circles around the tip. You start off slow and unsure, but quickly become confident as you hear a soft moan leave Satoruâs lips.
You lick his length before fully wrapping your mouth around it, taking as much as you can get.Â
You bob your head slowly, starting off slow. Itâs not how he usually likes to start off things, but right now he swears heâs in heaven with how your mouth feels around his cock. It feels so perfect around him.Â
Your bobs begin to pick up a bit of speed, and he bites down his lip. He doesnât want to embarrass himself by being too loud, even if it is because youâre making him feel good. He stares down at you, watching as you suck him off with no problem, looking so perfect while youâre preoccupied. He sighs, relieved.Â
You look up at him, wanting his approval. Heâs a little too caught up in his own feelings, too engrossed with how your mouth feels around him. He canât form a sentence to praise you on how good youâre doing.Â
He grabs the back of your head and pushes your head so you gag on his cock. As gentle as he wants to be with you, he canât hold back for too long. Youâre gagging on his dick, tears filling up your eyes and quickly spilling as he makes you take every inch of his dick in your mouth.Â
âFuckâ Fuck-â He moans, watching as a couple of tears leave your eyes. It should be a sin for someone to look so pretty as they begin to cry. He finally lets go of you, allowing you to retake control of the narrative. âYour mouth is too perfect.â
You take his dick out of your mouth, stroking it a couple of times before wrapping your mouth around it again. Satoruâs breath gets caught up in his throat as his release nears.Â
He shuts his eyes, throwing his head back, groaning in pleasure as his come hits the back of your throat. You take his cock out of your mouth and before you can say a word, his lips land on yours again.
Satoru wastes no time in getting you undressed. He makes sure to praise every inch of your body, kissing every corner. He wants you to know just how much he likes you, and how attractive he finds you. There is no better way to tell you than just by kissing every inch of your body.Â
âGet on all fours.â He tells you, and you waste no time. Satoru takes a moment to look at your pretty pussy before spitting on it a couple of times.Â
Satoru aligns his cock with the entrance of your pussy, running the tip through your folds and teasing you. Satoru slowly pushes himself inside of you, and you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head. You loudly moan as his thick cock stretches you out.Â
Satoruâs hands go to your hips, searching for balance before he begins to move. The man canât help but loudly moan as he feels your tight pussy wrap around him. Youâre so perfect, itâs going to drive him insane. He hasnât properly tasted you yet but heâs surely to get obsessed.Â
âItâs so good!â You moan, his cock filling you up just right. You hate to admit that youâve thought about this moment so many times, but you never imagined itâd be this good. Itâs hard to feel guilty when your body feels this amazing.
Your back arches as your head presses against the mattress, muffling any noise that comes from your mouth. Satoru slaps your ass as his eyes watch it jiggle with his every movement. He canât keep his eyes off it.Â
âYouâre so tight.â Satoru tells you through gritted teeth. He holds back on moaning, not wanting to sound too pathetic as he fucks you. Itâs hard when your cunt is so nice and tight around him though.
âItâs so good, daddy.â You moan, stumbling over your words. Satoru can die and go to heaven when he hears you call him daddy. Everything you do is so perfect, he canât believe heâs waited so long to pursue you.
One of your hands goes under and you begin to play with your clit, making you squeeze around his cock. He moans your name out of pure pleasure. Heâs surely going to be thinking about this for days on end. Heâs never felt like this with anyone else.Â
âDaddy, itâs so good!â You stop playing with your clit, your hands gripping the silk sheets underneath as your orgasm takes over your body.
âGood girl. Youâre doing so good.â Satoru breathlessly praises you, knowing that he wonât last much longer. He isnât alone though. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head, orgasm rapidly approaching.Â
Your body finally spasms, reaching your peak. Satoru slaps your ass a couple of times, praising you for being so good and so perfect for finishing around his cock. He keeps telling you how perfect you are, moaning your name. Heâs making you feel like a goddess.
Satoruâs thrusts become unregulated. Itâs hard for him to contain himself, but he doesnât want this moment to end. He doesnât want you to come to your senses yet. He wants to stay like this for a while. Alas, he canât hold himself back forever.Â
He pulls his cock out, coating your ass with his cum. He swears he hasnât seen a prettier sightâ Apart from your face, of course. But your ass being coated with his cum is a close second.
âThat wasââ Satoru plops down on the bed beside you, as you lay on your stomach. Heâs out of breath, and needs a moment. âAmazing.â
âYeah.â You chuckle, staring at him as he looks at the ceiling.Â
Maybe youâll regret it in the morning, but not right now. Right now, you feel euphoric.
Your hand goes to his face, thumb caressing his cheek. He looks back at you so lovingly, and your heart skips a beat.
âWeâre not done yet.â You tell him, and a smile comes to Satoruâs face.
He couldnât agree more.
The sunlight peeks into the room, causing you to open your eyes first thing in the morning. You slowly take in your surroundings, realizing that youâre not back at your place. You feel a heavy arm over your body, cuddling you. It takes you a minute to remember the events of last night before you quickly sit up on the bed.
You feel your face get hot, embarrassment quickly flowing through you. Quickly followed by regret. No, you shouldnât be here. You do like him, otherwise you wouldnât have shown up last night⊠But doing this to your own best friend? You donât know how you could ever face her again after this.
âGo back to sleep.â A sleepy Satoru mutters, and as much as your sore body wants to lay back down, you canât. Youâre pulling the bed sheets off your body and searching for your scattered clothes. Satoru ends up fully waking up when he realizes what youâre doing. Youâre leaving as if this is a one-night-stand.
âPlease donât ever tell anyone that this happened.â You tell him, grabbing your bra from the floor. Satoruâs eyes focus on your assâ Granted, itâs the worst time to focus on your ass, but itâs hard to ignore when it looks so perfect in front of him. Your next words bring him back to reality, âWhat happened last night shouldnât have happened. Iâm sorry.â
âHey.â He calls out your name, making you freeze in your spot. Youâre hesitant to look back at him, but you end up doing it. âYou know you donât regret it.â
âIâ I donât.â You canât lie to him. You try to continue to get dressed to get out of the apartment as fast as possible. Youâre scared that youâre going to commit another mistake if you stay for too long.
âWhy donât you stay?â Satoru asks, and you canât give him an answer. He knows why, but he needs you to say it for you to realize how ridiculous you sound. âYou shouldnât put yourself second. Ali made her own mistakes, and you shouldnât pay for them.â
âSheâs my best friend, Satoru. She loves you.â You respond, and Satoru scoffs. Itâs too early to deal with this. How many times does he have to tell you that she doesnât love him for you to drop the subject. âI know that she doesnât deserve another chance with you, but I canât do this to her.â
âDo what to her? Sheâs going to move on eventually, and youâre just going to be miserable. Youâre passing up on a great relationship for a girl that doesnât care about you enough.â Itâs harsh, but Satoru canât help but tell you the truth. As painful as it is. If he isnât harsh with you, youâll never open your eyes.
âYouâre right.â You end up sighing. You take a seat on the bed again, mind heavy with thoughts.Â
âIf you want this to stop now, we can end it now.â He says, reaching over to grab your hand and give it a gentle squeeze. âJust know that we like each other, and thereâs actually nothing keeping us apart.â
For a long minute, the room is silent. Heâs right, as much as you donât want to admit it. Thereâs no reason for you to not be together. Ali wonât react well, but youâre not going to let her dictate your life.Â
âYouâre right.â You respond, and you watch as his face lights up. âBut please, letâs keep this a secret for now. Until I figure out what to say to Ali.â
âMy lips are sealed.â
Thereâs something up your sleeve, and Ali canât help but notice. She doesnât know when it started, but one day she realized that the place was dirty. Dishes were piling up, the floor needed to be mopped and she didnât have a single article of clean clothes.Â
Even when you found out that she cheated on Satoru, you continued to do everything for her, so she wonders if something is wrong with you⊠The place is filthy, time is running out and she refuses to pick up a single dish. Youâve always taken it as your responsibility to do every chore in the house, you canât just stop now. What could she have possibly done to upset you this time? She tries to talk to you about the subject, but when she knocks on your door, youâre not home.
Thatâs not the only thing though. When you do come home, she notices you have some expensive items. Items that youâd never willingly spend money on, she knows that much about you. The signs are all there: youâre seeing someone.
âHi, babe.â Ali startles you when you get home, a little past midnight. Youâre a bit disheveled, making it clear what you were up to. She stayed up for you, waiting for you on the couch, and it makes you feel uneasy.
âHi, Ali.â You sheepishly smile at her, feeling as if youâve somehow gotten caught. You cover up your tracks damn well, you know that she has no way of knowing that youâre dating Satoru behind her back. âWhatâs up?â
âNothing much.â She responds. You feel your breath get caught up in your chest, waiting for her to say something else. You begin to take small, subtle steps to your room as she makes up her mind. âAre you mad at me?â
âNo⊠Why would I be?â You question, though you know why she asks. Sheâs worried because youâre barely coming around.Â
âYouâre seeing someone then, right?â She asks, standing up from the couch and stepping towards you. You feel your hands get shaky, nerves taking over you.
âNoâ Why do you ask?â You slightly stumble over your words, and you hope that she doesnât notice. You hope that Satoru is right about your best friend when he says that sheâs too self absorbed to care about anyone else but herself.Â
âYouâre here late andâŠâ She looks you up and down, judgment written all over her face. âYou look like that.âÂ
âI just had a rough day.â You claim, trying to play it off. Much to your dismay, she snatches the purse that you hold in your hands. She closely inspects it, trying to check if itâs authentic. You shouldâve known better than to accept Satoruâs very expensive gifts.
âItâs real. You wouldnât spend this much money on a purse.â She points out, and you get increasingly nervous. You snatch the purse back before answering,
âIs it that hard to believe that I would slowly save up for a purse?âÂ
âFine.â She rolls her eyes. Itâs very clear that youâre seeing someone, but you wonât tell. Youâll come around eventually, she just has to give you the cold shoulder for a whileâ Sheâs not too sure if itâll work this time around.Â
She dramatically turns away from you and begins to walk to her room, taking small steps to give you time to speak up. But you donât say anything. On the contrary, you begin to walk to your room as well.
âYouâre the worst.â You stick out your tongue at Satoru, getting mad at the 4+ card that he puts down on the deck. You wish you could easily take defeat, but your boyfriend sure loves to brag about his victories. He drives you insane.
âThe worst? Why? Because Iâm better than you?â Satoru is so smug about it, and youâre filled with rage. You take deep breaths, reminding yourself that this is just a game.Â
âYou suck!â You respond, throwing your cards on the coffee table. Satoru chuckles, watching you stand up and head to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water, making him follow like a lost puppy.Â
He engulfs you in a hug, filling up your face with kisses. He mutters baseless apologies for his great luck and strategy for the game. Youâre trying to push him away, but heâs too overbearing.Â
âHi, guys.â You hear and your blood runs cold as you hear an all too familiar voice. You finally manage to stop Satoru, who looks unphased by Shokoâs voice. Youâve been caught, yet he doesnât seem to care.
âJeez, have you heard of knocking?â Satoru finally looks at the woman, who holds up the apartment key.Â
âI came here to pick something up. Suguru left his jacket here.â She looks around for the item she came for, not really questioning why Satoru was kissing you.Â
âWeâ We can explain.â You begin, and she furrows her brows in a confused manner as she looks back at you.Â
âWhat is there to explain? Satoru told us that youâre dating.â She answers, and you glare at the man that stands right next to you. He looks just as confused as Shoko by your reaction.
âWas I not supposed to?â He questions, and you cross your arms.
âI told you that this is a secret.â You mutter.Â
âYeah, a secret from Allison. Not my friends.â Satoru reiterates, and you sigh. So his friends know, great. Itâs only a matter of time before your best friend finds out as well. You have to find the right time to break the news to her before she finds out on her own.
âSatoruâŠâ You shake your head disappointedly. You want to show off your relationship as much as possible, so youâre not hiding this because you want to. Youâre doing whatâs best for your relationship for Aliâ As selfish as it is to do this to Satoru.
âIâm sorry, I misunderstood.â He apologizes, as a heavy weight sets on your shoulders. You have to tell her eventually, you canât keep your relationship a secret forever.Â
âI have toââ You begin, but youâre cut off by the sound of your phone ringing. Shoko grabs it from the coffee table and hands it to you, a look of annoyance coming to her face on your part. You feel your heart drop, looking back at your boyfriend. âItâs her.â
âJust pick up the phone. She wonât call you unless itâs an emergency.â Satoru tells you. Heâs noticed that your best friend rarely communicates with you; granted, unless she needs something from you.Â
âHi, Ali.â You answer the phone, stepping away from Satoru because youâre scared that a single breath from him will get you caught. Satoru keeps his gaze on you as you talk to your best friend. âOh, Iâm so sorry. Iâll be right there.â
âWhat happened?â Satoru mouths, but you ignore him as you comfort your best friend. You stay on the line for another minute before hanging up.Â
âA family member of hers died, and she wants me to go with her back to our hometown.â You answer, and Satoru raises his brows. He wonât ask who, itâs too intrusive. Youâre together, but thereâs some things about Ali that you refuse to tell him because you feel like youâre telling too much about your best friend.Â
âOh, Iâm sorry.â Satoru isnât sure how else to respond. You kiss his cheek before walking over to the couch to grab your stuff.
âI have to go. She sounds pretty devastated.â You tell him, and Satoru purses his lips together. The great night that he had planned has been ruined, and for Ali of all people. But he tries to pull his feelings to the side, knowing that thereâs a possibility that youâre affected by all of this. After all, you and Ali grew up together.Â
âDo you need anything? I canââ He begins, only to be interrupted by you.
âI didnât know him well, he was one of Aliâs uncles and I saw him maybe a handful of times.â You reassure him, somehow managing to read his mind. âBut⊠Can I ask something from you?â
âAnything.â He responds.
âPlease refrain from communicating. Right now is not the time to break the news to Ali.âÂ
Satoru is slowly dying inside, knowing that he canât contact you in any way. For two weeks, heâs forced to blankly stare at his phone, hoping that youâll send him a message. It doesnât have to be long, just a sign of life from you.
Heâs told his parents about you. Itâs obvious that he takes this relationship very seriously, and he sees a future with youâ One that he never saw with Ali. Which means heâs miserable knowing that he canât contact you. He counts down the hours till he gets to know that youâre coming back.
Itâs fair to say that heâs overjoyed when you finally call. He wants to pick up the phone immediately, but he doesnât want to seem desperate by picking up within the first ring. He waits a couple of seconds before bringing up the phone to his ear.
âHi, baby. I miss you.â Satoru immediately says, not helping his case of not looking desperate. Thereâs only so much he can do though.
âHi.â Youâre not as affectionate as he is, which lets him know that youâre not alone. He wonders why youâre calling when sheâs nearby but at the same time he couldnât give a damn. As long as he gets to hear your voice, heâs happy. âIâm calling to let you know Iâm back home.â
âWhen can we meet?â He quickly asks, hoping that youâll say tonight. Heâs quickly filled with disappointment when you tell him,
âAre you going to Suguruâs party tomorrow night? How about there?â You suggest. He bites down his lip, holding back a sigh. Itâs better than waiting for days on end.
âYeah⊠Iâll see you then.â He responds, hoping that youâll say something more. But you end up hanging up the phone before he can get another word in.
He still canât help but smile, realizing that heâll finally see you tomorrow.
Satoru bounces his leg anxiously, waiting for you to finally show up at Suguruâs apartment. Youâre lateâ At least a lot of people are showing up before you which is rare. You usually show up early to things, but youâre still not here. Perhaps Satoru is a little earlier than usual today; heâs simply too excited with the fact that heâll finally see you. It feels like an eternity since the last time he saw your face.
He canât wait to hold you or kiss you again, which is why heâs impatient. Heâs slowly becoming needy by your side, and he isnât particularly mad about it.Â
âHeyââ He excitedly greets you, standing up from the couch to hug you but he freezes in his spot when he sees your best friend right behind you. The smile on his face drops, realizing that his plans for tonight have been delayed even further. âHey. I didnât expect to see you here.â
âYeah⊠Me neither.â You try to play it off. You watch as your best friend happily greets your boyfriend, only to be ignored by Satoru.Â
âShoko!â You call out, walking over to her since you donât want to awkwardly be put in the position of being between Satoru and Ali. No matter what you say to her, sheâs still going to do everything in her power to flirt with him. As uncomfortable as it is to know that your best friend is hitting on your boyfriend, you know that youâre doing something wrong by dating him so you wonât intervene.
âHow are you, Satoru? I havenât seen you in a while.â She begins, only for the man to completely ignore her and follow after you. He doesnât bother to hide it, but he knows that she wonât notice. She thinks that youâre beneath her, she doesnât think that heâs following after you.Â
âWhat is she doing here?â He asks you as he approaches you. He interrupts Shoko as she speaks to you, and Shoko crosses her arms, annoyed that sheâs been cut off by Satoru.
âTheyâre best friends, why wouldnât she be here?â Shoko argues, and Satoru clicks his tongue.Â
âI didnât ask you.â Satoru glares at Shoko. Knowing Suguru, he most definitely didnât invite Ali.Â
âSheâs feeling a little down and asked if she could tag along.â You answer, and Satoru hates the fact that youâre such a great friendâ Especially to such an undeserving woman like Ali. Satoru gives you an unintentional but nasty look and you kiss his cheek, âI couldnât say no to herââ
âShe saw that.â Shoko quickly tells you, and you begin to panic only for Shoko to laugh in your face. âI was joking, but man, that look on your face is priceless.â
âShoko!â You yell and she laughs even harder than before. You roll your eyes at her before turning your attention to Satoru,
âI think itâs best if we stay away from each other for the night⊠Iâll come over after the party.â Which makes the man sigh. He got too excited for tonight, only for Ali to ruin it all. âI donât want her to think somethingâs up if weâre attached to the hip tonight. Sheâs still very fragile.â
âFine.â Satoru agrees. As much as he thinks that Ali is undeserving of you, he wonât go against your wishes. Though his night had suddenly turned sour.
Ali has lost track of time. Sheâs been chasing around Satoru the entire night, all to no avail. Itâs like heâs running away from her. But that doesnât seem plausible in her head. Why would Satoru want to run away from her?
She asks around, hoping that one of his friends can pinpoint where Satoru is and lead her to him. She doesnât seem to realize that the majority of the people she talks to are Satoruâs friends, all who know the type of person she is. All of them who luckily keep their mouths shut about you.
âWhere is he?â She questions, going upstairs when she comes to the realization that he isnât anywhere on the first floor. Is he upstairs with somebody else? Surely Satoru hasnât moved on yet⊠Right? No, he wouldnât.
Ali chases after him, hoping to have a conversation with him where she can explain her truth. Her side of things about the very straightforward mistake that she made. She hopes that a couple of tears are going to be able to move him. After all, who can say no to her?Â
She confidently opens a door, only for her eyes to widen when she sees whatâs happening. Her blood runs cold before it begins to boil at the sight. Youâre on top of Satoru. Youâre kissing him. Heâs kissing you back.Â
No, this canât be happening. She pinches herself, checking if what she sees is a dream. But no. Satoru has moved on, and with you of all people. How pathetic. Satoru Gojo can get just about any woman he wants and heâd choose you?
âWhat the fuck?!â She yells, causing you to come to an abrupt stop. Your eyes widen at the sight of your best friend, and you begin to panic. But before you can even get a word out, Ali grabs a handful of your hair and pulls you off Satoru. âYou stupid little bitch.â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â You cry out as she begins to hit you. Youâre not doing anything to stop her because itâs something that you genuinely believe you deserve. A good friend wouldnât date their best friendâs ex-boyfriend.Â
âAllison, let go of her.â Satoru tries to pull her off you, but heâs unable to unless he uses force. He doesnât want to harm Ali in any way, knowing that itâll upset you. Even when sheâs pulling your hair and scratching you like a cat.Â
âYou call yourself my best friend and this is what you do?! Youâre a stupid homewrecker.â She spits on you, and it drives Satoru over the edge. Heâll deal with the repercussions later but he canât stand to watch it. He forcibly pushes Ali off you, making her back harshly hit the wall.
âAre you okay, baby?â Satoru cups your face, thumb going over the scratch on your cheek. Itâs bleeding. Tears are streaming down your face, completely ignoring what Satoru says as you apologize to your best friend.
âIâm sorry, Ali. I didnât mean for this to happen.â You sob, but sheâs not listening to what you have to say.
A couple of people are gathering around. They heard some commotion, and of course, they had to come around to see. All to add to your embarrassment.Â
âYou stupid bitch!â Ali yells again, trying to reach for you but Satoru doesnât let her. Someone steps in to hold her back, but that doesnât stop the barrage of insults that roll off her tongue.
âIâm so sorry.â You continue, trying to pay no mind to the insults that she spews. Youâre trying to block them out, but they still hurt like hell.
âHey, itâs okay.â Satoru tries to get you to look at him, but you keep your focus on Ali. The woman that youâve betrayed.
Even when sheâs taken out of your line of sight, sheâs the only thing on your mind. No matter what you do, your friendship will never be the same.
You shouldâve known that Ali wouldnât stop at dragging you by the hair and hitting you. The woman that youâve lived with for years is vengeful, and she wouldnât change a thing for you of all people. Though you didnât do anything to change it because you believed you deserved it.
The very next day, Ali had changed the locks to your shared apartment. When you managed to get inside, you noticed all of your clothes and accessories destroyed all over your room. It was fine. You deserved it. Even though Satoru reassured you that you didnât, you still believed she was right to do it.
A week later, your carâs tires were slashed, and two of the windows were broken. To top it off, Whore was keyed on it. You called Satoru about it, complaining that youâd get late to workâ Something that annoyed Satoru. It was clear who the culprit was, yet you refused to do anything about it because it was Ali. You believed you deserved it even though you didnât.Â
Satoru knows that you can stand up for yourself, heâs seen it before, so why canât you do it with Ali? He knows that youâve spent a lifetime together, but thatâs not a good reason for you to let her walk all over you.
But no matter what he says, you wonât do anything to stop her. You apologize for what sheâs done to you. Ali can ruin as many cars as sheâd like, he can easily replace them; however, it pains him to see you suffer because of her.Â
Satoru wonât overstep, not until he receives a call a little after five, and you sound completely distressed.
âIâ I canât do this anymore, Satoru.â You sob, and he quickly becomes alert.Â
âWhat happened? Are you okay? Do I need to pick you up?â He asks, quickly searching for car keys to leave and pick you up. Whatever it is, he knows that itâs tied to Ali.
âIâm covered in eggs. Some of her crazy followers know where I work and theyââ You sob, and Satoru feels his heart break as you explain the situation. He can only hope that you finally open your eyes and realize the type of person Ali is. âI canât do this anymore, Satoru. We should end this here.â
âWaitâ No. Absolutely not. Youâre not letting her win.â Satoru quickly responds as he exits the house. Heâs going somewhereâ Either to your apartment or your workplace to talk to you. No, he should go to the police station to deal with Ali. She needs to be stopped, and itâs clear that youâre not going to take action.
âIâm not letting her win. Iâm tired.â You sound completely defeated. Itâs not easy to deal with constant harassment. âIâve been getting death threats nonstop all week. Iâm genuinely scared for my life now.â
âCome live with me.â He offers, but you doubt that itâll fix anything. âIâll protect you, but please.â
âItâll just drag you down with me, Satoru.â You respond, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. âI donât want you to get affected by her craziness.â
âI love you.â He blurts out. Ali made the same attempt with him once upon a time, but he actually means the words that leave his lips. âI donât mind being affected by her craziness because I love you.â
âIâm sorry, Satoru.â Youâre about to hang up the call before he can change your mind. But he successfully manages to get another word in.
âI promise I will make all of this stop. Just come to me, please.â He sounds like heâs on the verge of tears, and thatâs the last thing you want. You just want all of this to end, you want your best friend back even if sheâs clearly awful, and you want to live in peace. âI will fix it all, even if I have to beg her.â
âI canât. Iâm sorry.â You end up hanging up the phone, leaving Satoru with a broken heart. But as much as you care for himâ You can even say that you love him, but you canât keep doing this. It hasnât even been a month, but your life has been a living hell.Â
You hear some loud laughter from Aliâs room, and you furrow your brows as you hear it. Itâs cackling. It feels as if she knows what happened to you, and itâs causing her joy.Â
You know that you should walk to your room, and ignore her. Youâre apartment hunting, you know that you canât live under the same roof for too much longer. Instead of seeing what sheâs up to, you should lock yourself in your room and figure out a way of how to get out of here.Â
But you canât help but press your ear against the bedroom door to hear what sheâs doing.
âI wouldâve killed to see the look on that bitchâs face. Can you send me the video?â You hear, and you donât have to listen to another word. You know sheâs talking about you. âItâs only a matter of time before she breaks up with him.â
And those words send you over the edge. You clench your fists as your blood begins to boil. Thatâs all she wanted, for you to end things with Satoru, and youâre not going to let her have her way.
You love Satoru, and youâre not going to let her ruin things between the two of you. She might be miserable with her life, but youâre not going to let her drag you down with her.
You grab your phone and donât hesitate before calling Satoru. You begin walking to your bedroom, getting ready to have a long heart-to-heart conversation with him.Â
âSatoruâŠâ You say when he picks up the phone, unsure of how to proceed. An apology is in order but should you tell him that you want to get back together first? Maybe you should ask him to meet up first, having this conversation over a phone call seems improper.
âYouâre calling because you regret it.â He says before you can get another word out. He can read your mind so well, itâs ridiculous sometimes.Â
âI do.â You canât help but awkwardly chuckle. âI love you too, Satoru. Iâm sorry.â
Ali quickly realizes that she isnât untouchable when she messes with your car againâ Not that you would do anything against her. She might be horrible to you, but you still treat her like the little girl that was once upon your best friend. Her error lies in messing around with a car thatâs under Satoruâs name.Â
âI canât believe she did it again.â You comment, still in your pajamas as you look at the damage. Youâre staying in Satoruâs apartment for a while, and you wouldâve sworn that she wouldnât do anything while you were staying with him. But now your car is completely destroyed.
âYou sound unphased.â Satoru says, taking pictures of the damage. âYou shouldnât be used to this.â
âSheâs going to chase me for the rest of my life. Iâm convinced.â You answer. âBy the way, can you drop me offââ
âI got you.â He cuts you off, and you kiss his cheek. You couldnât be luckier. Until he opens his mouth to speak again, âBut after we talk to the cops.â
âSatoruââ
âTheyâre already involved. Iâve been working with some people behind the scenes, and weâre building up a harassment case against her.â Satoru interrupts you, and you feel your heart stop. âItâs going to stop whether you like it or not. That woman wonât leave you alone no matter what.â
âOkayâŠâ You sigh, giving him a subtle nod. You canât stop him. Either way, you know heâs right. She wonât stop unless she faces some serious consequences. âFor how long is sheââ
âSo far three years.â He reads your mind. âIf she pulls something else, we can make it four.â
âThatâs not too bad.â You answer, though you donât believe it. You feel guilty for not stopping him, but heâs right. You know heâs right.
Ali has beaten off more than she can chew, and unluckily for her, Satoru wonât let her get away with it.
You couldnât be happier a year after your friendship with Ali ends. You were so caught up in the past, that you failed to realize that Ali was a negative in your life. Even though you canât help but miss the bond that you had once upon a time, youâre excelling without her.
Satoru made sure that Ali paid for her behavior. He got law enforcement involved and she was penalized with a year in jail, and with a hefty fine that ensures she stays off your back. When she found out, she begged that youâd help her but you refused. You listened to Satoru for once, and left her to deal with the consequences of her actions.Â
Your social life couldnât be better without her. Youâve gotten close to Shoko, and now consider her as your best friendâ And your friendship is so much different than the one you had with Ali. You notice itâs much healthier than whatever you had going on with Ali. Shoko genuinely cares about you, and you feel appreciated by her side.Â
Romantically, things couldnât be better either. Satoru loves you like no other, and he lets it be known. He treats you like his queen, always spoiling you and letting you be right even when youâre so clearly wrong.Â
Though thereâs something wrong with him lately. Heâs been acting odd around you, and you canât help but feel nervous⊠As if youâve done something to upset him. So it comes as a shocker when he invites you on a date out of the blue.
âWhere are we going?â You question him as you look out the window. Heâs singing along to his favorite song as he drives you to your destination. He completely ignores you, which makes you nervous. âSatoru.â
âI told you, itâs a surprise!â He exclaims, and his tone takes some weight off your shoulders. He sounds playful⊠So it canât be too bad, right?
âCanât you give me a hint?â You question, and Satoru shakes his head. Heâs smirking, which annoys you. He has something up his sleeve and itâs written all over his face.
You finally get to your destination, and no matter how much you bug him for an answer, he refuses to give you a response. You furrow your brows when you realize youâre at the beach. Itâs a little late for a beach day, so youâre questioning what youâre doing at the place.
âWhat are we doing here?â You ask him, but he refuses to give you an answer. Instead, he grabs your hand when you exit the car and drags you along. Youâre not letting him get away so easily. âYouâre so quiet today, what are you up to?â
Your eyes narrow as you see an odd scene at the beach. Are those⊠Candlelights? Rose petals? Oh, someone is getting proposed to, thatâs good for them. It makes you wonder when Satoru will do the sameâ Itâs not like youâre expecting it any time soon but seeing that makes you wonder.
Then it hits you. Satoru makes an abrupt stop and gets on one knee. Yes, someone is getting proposed to but itâs not a random stranger. Satoru is proposing to you. Your jaw drops, quickly followed by a gasp of pure disbelief.
âI love you so muchââ He begins his speech and youâre pinching yourself to check if this is reality. Two years ago you wouldnât have imagined that Satoru would be proposing to you of all people. Heâs in love with you.Â
âYes!â You exclaim, even when he isnât close to being done to asking his question. âIâd love to marry you!â
Tears of joy well up in his eyes as he slides the very heavy rock on your finger. It fits just perfectly. Satoru stands up from the ground, kissing you ever so lovingly. After all, you are doing him the grand honor of becoming his wifeâ Allowing him to become your husband.Â
He picks you up from the ground, spinning you around as if you were his prized possession. He tells you over and over again, âI love you, dear. So much.â
âPut me down, Satoru!â You chuckle, and he does as you ask of him. But he doesnât let you go before filling your face with kisses first.
You wouldâve never imagined that youâd end up here with him, but you did. And you couldnât have asked for a better destiny.
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People often ask me why Iâm here. They say I can live anywhere in the world so why not a beach or something?
I only reply with.. itâs the mountains
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The Other Woman
Pt 1
The doctors and psychologists said itâd be great for your husbandâs well-being to be with friends and family. And for the most part, thatâs proven true.Â
Insisting on welcoming Satoru back properly, his students organised a party and invited anyone who had a remote connection with their teacher. Even Nanami had taken time off from work to be here and had given a polite pat on his shoulder and a genuine greeting.Â
That brought a huge smile to the white-haired man who pounced on the poor guy without remorse, giggling about how he knew he âalways liked him reallyâ. It felt great to watch him be surrounded by and showered with so much love and support, the kind he deserves; you could tell it was bringing life back to him. After all, it must have been painful for him to have been cooped up in the house trying to reconcile his new reality with the one he remembers.Â
You keep reminding yourself of that.Â
Satoru needs this.Â
He needs normalcy. The normal he remembers, the normal he went to sleep thinking about and not the one he had suddenly woken up to, years passing him by.Â
Everyone knows this. He knows this. Just as you do.Â
So why is every person in the party sneaking you pitying and concerned glances?
Sure, no one could possibly think this is easy for you, to be the stranger that Satoru still gets surprised to see in the morning. The one he hesitates to say goodnight to, unsure of the boundaries, the etiquette, the right thing to do. He sometimes forgets to text you if heâs going out, shocked and annoyed, youâre sure, to see the many missed calls and messages from you. And you know he studies the picture frames all over your house like a textbook that would give him all the answer he needs.
All he gets, youâre willing to bet, is the realisation that youâre both the tether he needs to keep grounded, that guides him through the sea of memories he cannot touch, and the leash that binds him to a role he doesnât remember signing up for.Â
Are they looking at you with worry because of the inevitable toll this sudden shift has taken on your mental health or because your husband is talking to his ex-girlfriend the way he used to talk to you?
It canât be the latter, right?
Because thereâs nothing to be worried about.Â
Satoru is simply catching up, trying to stitch up the crater-sized hole in his memory with a familiar face. Thereâs no reason for your hand to shake as you sip your drink or for your eyes to keep darting back over to them, sat alone at a table like theyâre the only people in here.Â
Heâs laughing, throwing his head back and making that obnoxious cackle you love to hear. Loved. Because this one isnât for you. Itâs for her. The woman he shouldnât be near, the woman he shouldnât even think about, shouldnât let touch his arm.Â
Youâre the wife.Â
Youâve got the ring to prove it.Â
Heâs wearing it. Just not on the hand attached to the arm strung over the back of her chair like heâs protecting her from the rest of the world. Hell, maybe he is. Maybe his infinity is on and covering her. But you donât have it in you to throw something at them to find out. Either result would be just as humiliating as the other.Â
Thereâs nothing to be done.Â
You canât interrupt.Â
Because Satoru needs to know what he said goodbye to all those years ago to know what he says âhey, pretty ladyâ and âgood morning, gorgeousâ to now. Or used to say. Now, youâre lucky if he even looks at you without shuffling his feet.Â
Eventually, the night draws to its natural end.Â
People bid their farewells twice, once to him and her, and then to you. Each time breaks your heart even more until you feel it crumble inside, little shards falling to pieces he wonât pick up. She stands before you, a small, shy smile, like she knows what sheâs done. And says itâs âlovely to meet youâ, and of course you canât say it back.Â
Not when you had been introduced by your name, âmy beautiful wifeâ going nowhere near the tip of his tongue as if those words had never been uttered by your husband. And not when she had been introduced in a hastily withdrawn, stuttered freudian slip of hell.Â
âThis is my girlfrâ Sorry, I mean, my friend. From high school. Yeah, high school.â
Satoru blushes, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as he waves goodbye to her. And you can tell he finds the act lacklustre, an uninspired, unnatural way to say goodbye to the woman you woke up to and slept beside.Â
âDid you have a good time?â
He nods, a soft smile playing on his lip as he casts his gaze across the room, sweeping by the empty hall like he can still see every single person that came. âIt was nice to see everyone and catch up.â
Youâre thankful he doesnât ask if you enjoyed the evening because you canât lie to him but you also canât tell the truth, canât burden him anymore with the reminder that he doesnât fill the shoes of your husband, that he continues to stumble with every step, dragging you down with him.Â
So, instead, you fill the silence with a question that is so harmless, so normal it slips out before you can even think to anticipate the devastating crack that goes through your very soul.Â
âReady to go home?â
Satoru nods.
But heâs looking at a seat in the back.Â
A seat thatâs probably still warm. A seat you could never fill because you arenât the woman he thought, hoped, he would marry.Â
Youâre just the woman he did.Â
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in the blink of an eye (5) II a.putellas
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"-it happened again? usted no es serio?" you laughed in disbelief, the empty takeout cups of your coffees empty and long finished on the table in front of you.
"de nuevo. they must have a whatsapp!" alexia joked awkwardly as you grinned, the sight sending a very strange feeling through the blondes stomach which she rapidly pushed down and away.
"her new girlfriend leaving her for her ex girlfriend, different girls but twice now. we are sure she does not just find all of these chicas in the same bar?" you joked back as alexia chuckled, lips curling with amusement.
"sĂ sĂ, estĂĄ maldita!" alexia shook her head, picking at the piece of banana cake she'd insisted the two of you split since it looked so good but you'd both been so busy talking you'd barely had a second to get a bite in, the icing now a little hard and crumbly.
"alexia you cannot call your own hermana cursed!" you laughed a little louder, throwing your head back and missing the soft smile which curved into the features of the girl across from you who covered it up by placing a forkful of cake into her mouth.
"por qué? she is!" the catalan insisted as you playfully rolled your eyes and sliced off your own mouthful of cake. "alba is unlucky, not cursed." you chuckled, covering your mouth with your hand as you pushed the fork past your lips causing alexia to snicker.
"qué?" you frowned once you'd swallowed and she wordlessly shook her head, small smile still playing on her face as you quirked an eyebrow. "no, tell me." you urged, twirling the fork between your fingers as your ex chuckled.
"you still do the eh, the mouth thing, when you eat." the girl gestured to her lips as you looked on confused, cutting off more cake and once again holding your hand over your mouth as you shoveled it inside.
"eso!" the blonde laughed as you did, pointing her finger at you accusingly as you realized just what she was referring to, feeling your cheeks heat up a little.
"i cannot help it, blame my mami for always telling me i looked ugly when i eat!" you rolled your eyes, alexia worried for a moment she'd offended you before your upper lip quivered as you tried not to smile.
"well you did like to talk with your mouth full." alexia teased as your eyes widened and she felt you kick her lightly under the table, mumbling that she was a dirty liar under your breath as the blonde grinned and snaked another bite of cake.
"cĂłmo estĂĄ ella?" the midfielder asked, tone softening just slightly but as hard as she may have tried you couldn't miss the ever so subtle hint of pity behind her question, and knowing exactly what it was about.
"ella estĂĄ bien. she still grieves, cries, mourns, she thinks she hides it well but..." you trailed off with a sad smile, one which alexia mirrored as she hummed to show she was listening, giving you her full attention.
"i think having posie around is sometimes difficult for her even if she will never say so. mariposa is a reminder of natalia in ways that can be so beautiful, but also so hard." you mused honestly, not really having had anyone to talk to this about for some time now.
"she is also getting older, and that shows in her body more than she wants to accept. it is also why she is not able to take posie full time, she struggles to pick her up and hold her with the arthritis." you added on, realizing you were rambling a little more than you intended and stiffening, clearing your throat.
"lo siento, no querĂa seguir. cĂłmo estĂĄ eli?" you asked swiftly, alexia's eyebrows knitting together into a frown. "you do not need to be sorry. we got a coffee to catch up, no? that means actually talking about things." the girl reminded firmly but not unkindly as you nodded, flashing her a smile.
"it is nice, talking." you spat out honestly, the words leaving your mouth faster than you could take them back as surprised flickered across the blondes face but she was quick to mask it.
"sĂ, gracias por preguntarme." the older girl smiled sincerely, both of you mumbling a thank you to the waitress who collected your empty cups and plate, both of you praising how good they were.
"that cake was not as perfect as your mami's, but still it was good. i missed barcelona!" you sighed quickly diverting topics before an uncomfortable silence could build at all.
"i missed you." alexia spoke without thinking, her cheeks blushing pink as she realised her words and was quick to sit up a little straighter. "it missed you, barcelona, i am sure it missed you." she was fast to correct herself, both of you knowing that was not what she meant but alexia was grateful you chose to move on to save her any further embarassment.
and without her little slip up, the next question may not have tumbled out of your mouth quite so loosely.
"would you like to come over for dinner? to meet posie properly." you asked quickly, hesitating for a moment if you should retract the invitation, doubt swirling angrily through your head as you fiddled nervously with your fingers in your lap, hands well hidden beneath the table.
"i do not know if-" you didn't even let her fiinsh before humiliation and regret washed over you and you interrupted. "lo siento, eso fue una idea terrible." you apologised, stammering a little and alexia jolted as you stood clearly about to leave.
"oye oye! no no no, please sit." alexia stood as well, gesturing for you to sit down as you paused but none the less slowly lowered yourself back into your chair and she did the same.
"if you let me finish, i do not know if i can tonight. but i would like to, really, if you are okay with it?" alexia now hesitated, playing with the hem of her shorts as she awaited your reponse.
"sĂ, si estĂĄ seguro." you echoed her question as you both exchanged a somewhat awkward smile. "sĂ, two friends having dinner." alexia confired with a curt nod.
"si, two friends who almost got married." you blurted out, hand smacking over your mouth once you had and cursing yourself over and over in your head.
"oh dios mĂo alexia, estoy-" you started, stopping abruptly when much to your surprise a belt of laughter left her mouth instead, the blonde locking eyes with you as your lip twitched and before either of you could help it the air was filled with your amusement.
"too soon?" you finally managed to get out once the pair of you had calmed yourselves, earning a few dirty looks from other cafe goers on the tables around you at both of your boisterous outbursts.
"sĂ, for some, not for us." alexia assured as you both exchanged a shy smile, looking away from one another and taking a beat. "so maybe uh, friday? for dinner." alexia asked, clearing her throat as you nodded.
"sĂ, friday."
~
"-pink tĂa?" posie questioned, balanced on her knees as your arm lay in front of her like a canvas, none of her coloring books peaking her interest today and to save yourself a tantrum you'd just given in and offered your arm up as an alternative.
"mm pink is nice nena." you mumbled tiredly, having only just gotten home from work and hardly sleeping last night since posie had been wriggling and kicking until eventually she seemed to find comfort draped across your head, the hot evening air not helping.
you tried hard not to let it happen, but without meaning to and with the rhythmic humming of your niece paired with the scratchings of the marker against your arm and you must have dozed off.
a sharp knock at the door jolted you back awak, sitting up so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash, wincing at the sharp bolt of pain which shot through your neck as you did.
"mierda!" you cursed when you realised you were alone now, the three year old who had once been curled into your side nowhere to be seen as a few more loud knocks echoed through your apartment.
"posie? dĂłnde estĂĄs? mariposa? posie!" you shouted, rushing through the house and sighing in relief when you finally found her in the kitchen, but that relief dissapeared and the air sucked from your lungs as if you'd been kicked in the chest by a horse.
"mariposa baja eso ahora mismo!" you shouted, sprinting over and scooping up your niece who somehow had wound up with a steak knife in hand, one of the drawers pulled out and cutlery scattered all over the floor.
she hadn't thought she was doing anything wrong but your stern reaction had the girls eyes welling up in tears and before you knew it she was full on sobbing as you carefully pried the knife from her hands, setting it down on the counter.
"hey hey hey no bebita do not cry! i am not mad at you promesa promesa. i am not mad at you, i love you posie. you just scared me a little that's all! siento haberte gritado." you cooed softly, stepping over the cuterly spill and bouncing her gently up and down on your hip, feeling her tears create a small wet patch on your shoulder.
a glance back had you wincing, you thought you'd done a good enough job at baby proofing since you made all the changes ana required but clearly you needed to make a further effort if a three year old could get a knife in her possession so easily.
the guilt of it all washed over you like a shower would, your eyes squeezed shut for a moment to stop the tears which threatened to leak out, inhaling sharply and composing yourself.
how could you be expected to calm a wailing three year old if you couldn't even keep it together?
but right as posie's sobs started to melt down into wet sniffles, there came the knocking again and off she went, causing you to wince and your blood to run hot as you continued to mumble gently to her, rubbing your hand up and down her back.
right as you touched the door handle the knocking sounded again but thankfully this time posie just continued to sniffle and you cringed at how much snot and tears were crusting on the collar of your shirt.
as you yanked the door open and began to speak someone beat you to it with a click of their tongue. "so you are alive? you can tell your ex that you are back but not even call me after i-" mapi's words fell short as she took you in, disheveled, half asleep and with a sniffling toddler on your hip.
"not a good time marĂa." you replied curtly as the shock was still engrained in her features you weren't even sure if she'd heard what you said, too fixated on posie who was hiding herself in your neck as you protectively shifted so she was as out of sight as possible.
you were overwhelmed, overstimulated and quite frankly as much as you held no ill will toward the spaniard hers was one of the last faces you wanted to see right now.
"but-but who is-where did-" mapi began to stammer, eyebrows furrowed together with confusion as you sighed, utterly exhausted despite the fact it was barely past midday.
"lo siento, i will call you." you softened your tone slightly but before the tattooed defender could utter another syllable you were closing the door again, back thumping against it as you exhaled slowly and shakily.
"ven aquĂ nena, let us get cleaned up eh?"
~
once you'd gotten posie cleaned up, calmed down and settled in front of one of her cartoons you could breathe again, smiling at the way her eyes drooped despite the fight she'd put up that she wasn't tired.
you let out a chuckle and swooped in to grab the little container of cut up peaches out of her hand as you watched her eyes close and her grip loosen, setting it on the coffee table and smoothing her hair out, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead and tucking her bear under her arm.
you'd sat her on the counter and as calmly as possible explained knife safety best you could to a three year old, who adorably had explained she was trying to make you a snack after your nap, just like you did for her.
once again you had to stop yourself from crying knowing that wasn't what your niece needed, instead wrapping her in a tight hug and murmuring how much you loved her, unable to tell the tiny human just how much you needed her as well.
with posie down for her afternoon nap and still under your now hawk eyed supervision it allowed you to flutter about tidying, determined to make a better impression on your ex girlfriend than when she'd last visited your home.
you cursed under your breath as you finished and checked the time, two and a half hours somehow flying past as you needed to get posie up as well as start dinner so it was mostly done by the time alexia was set to arrive.
only you knew the girl well enough that for alexia early was on time, on time was late and late was unforgivable.
so you weren't caught off guard at a knock at the door sounding twenty minutes early, already having seen her car park ten minutes prior and checking in amusement every few minutes to see if she'd left it yet.
a quick check in on posie and you found her on the floor of her room playing with a few of her stuffed animals, another check confirming there wasn't anything she could swallow, choke on or hurt herself with before you ducked out and headed for the door.
"hola." you greeted the girl with a smile, not missing the obvious nervous tension in her shoulders as she repeated the greeting and you stepped aside to let her in.
"it is uh, cleaner, than last time." you chuckled a little awkwardly, closing the door after her as she looked around. "don't do that, people live here, of course it will looked lived in." alexia assured with a nod as you squeezed her arm appreciatively, stepping past her as she slipped off her shoes.
"oh! for you." she seemed to remember her hands weren't empty, holding up a bottle of wine, the label sparking memories that hadn't hurtled to the surface in years, a laugh of surprise leaving your lips.
"i know it is cheap but-" "but it is my favorite. i have not seen it in years!" you grinned happily, alexia seeming a little relaxed now as her lips curled upward, clearly content with your reaction.
"tĂa?"
and just like that any and all sense of calm alexia once felt was sucked away in an instant, the tiny brunette peeking out of the bedroom looking her up and down as you moved to stand beside her.
"remember i said one of my friends was coming over for dinner posie? well, this is alexia." you squatted down, nodding encouragingly to your niece who curled herself into your side.
"oye who is this shy chica? where is my posie mm? mi pequeño parlanchĂn." you teased, poking your fingers into her side as she giggled and alexia suddenly felt her knees go weak at the sight, clearing her throat lightly trying to pull herself out of it.
"tĂa i'm here!" your niece squealed, wriggling out of your hold as you grinned and poked her a few more times until she looked up at alexia again and shuffled closer to you.
alexia suddenly realizing she was a lot taller than a three year old immediately squatted down to seem a little less intimidating as you flashed her a soft smile, whispering something to your niece who nodded.
you stood again and offered her your hand, her tiny fingers wrapping around yours as you lead her over to where alexia was. "me llamo mariposa." the small girl spoke shyly before ducking to hide behind your leg as alexia glanced up at you and you nodded encouragingly.
"encantada de conocerte mariposa, me llamo alexia." the footballer introduced herself softly, holding out a hand as you had to stifle your laughter at the sheer size difference between hers and your nieces as posie slowly shook her hand.
"did you know the name mariposa means butterfly?" alexia smiled as posie seemed to perk up a little more, stepping out properly from behind you.
"sĂ! i have butterfly wings, from abuela." posie nodded eagerly as alexia gasped. "muy chulo." the blonde smiled as posie seemed to regain her confidence. "i show you after dinner?" posie offered as alexia instantly agreed and your smile grew even wider watching their interactions.
your niece letting go of your hand stepped forward now with a slight frown, alexia tensing up again as a tiny finger traced her cheeks. "mami and papi's video." the three year old spoke as you now frowned, squatting down and gently pulling her hand away from where her fingers continued to prod softly at alexia's face.
"bebita we already watched mami and papi's video this morning before you went to abuelas, remember?" you started gently, knowing the topic was an incredibly touchy one as the small girl shook her head.
"see you, in mami and papi's video!" posie pointed to alexia and looked to you expectantly, but before you could say a word she was taking off, racing away as tiny footsteps thumped through the house.
you took off after her and alexia was quick to follow, finding her in the living room with the remote in hand which she shoved at you, babbling away to press play on the video and ignoring anything you said in response.
alexia stumbled a little as posie tugged on the hem of her shorts, clearly trying to drag the much taller girl toward the couch as she sat down, posie climbing herself up to join her as with a sigh you gave in and clicked play.
you took a seat on posie's other side and for the first few minutes the three of you sat in a somewhat uncomfortable silence, though right as you were ready to attempt to put your foot down and turn it back off, it happened.
"mira! mira, mira, mira! alexia!" your niece stood to her feet, clinging onto alexia's shirt to steady herself as she pointed to the tv and sure enough, there she was, and a tidal wave of emotions overcame you and suddenly it was as if you could still remember the very day.
"estĂĄs muy guapa." the brunette hummed in your ear as you returned from the dance floor, settling yourself down on her lap as her arms tightly encircled your waist.
"muy muy muy preciosa, mi preciosa novia." your girlfriend showered you with compliments as you leaned back into her, your head craning backwards to rest on her shoulder.
"deberĂas ver a mi novia." you smiled teasingly, the older girl leaning down to press her lips sweetly against yours. "mmm, i hope she can fight?" the footballer whispered mid kiss as you laughed, hands finding her cheeks and deepening it slightly.
you were both pulled from your little love bubble at the sound of wolf whistles, your very drunk sister waving at you from the dancefloor as her newly elected husband caught her before she fell, sending you a knowing wink as he whisked her away.
"do you want to get some air?" you asked, pushing back up off of alexia who nodded, joining you as you stood, her fingers interlocking with yours as the pair of you made small talk with a few people on your way out.
you exhaled into the crisp night air, closing your eyes and soaking in the fact the pair of you were finally alone, ears ringing from the sheer contrast of how quiet it was out here compared to how loud the music was thumping inside.
"this could be us one day cari." you were consumed by the scent of your girlfriends perfume, turning at the sound of her voice and moving to wrap your arms around her torso.
"too drunk to walk?" you teased with a grin, your sister having been far from sober out of nerves nearly all day, quite the anxious bride from the moment she'd been proposed to.
"tal vez, we could be married mi amor." alexia was too tipsy to notice the way your body tensed up in her arms, playing it off with a laugh and hoping she would change topics.
"is that something you want?" no such luck.
"i have had too much tequila mi amor, i think i want to go back to our room soon." you looked up with a smile, reaching up to push a loose strand of hair behind her ear and not missing the odd look which flashed across the older girls face.
but before she could say another word the two of you were once again pulled from your little bubble at the sound of loud retching, letting go of one another and spinning around.
"oh dios mĂo....is that my mami?" you groaned in realization at the woman hunched over, throwing her guts up into the flower beds. "who is holding her hair?" you questioned with a frown, squinting to try and work it out but your girlfriend clocked it first.
"dios mĂo i think that is my mami!"
"tĂa? tĂa?" you crashed back down to the ground as a hand touched your cheek, blinking a few times and meeting your nieces little gaze which looked up at you.
"mira! alexia." she tugged on the sleeve of your shirt, pointing to the tv where again there was another clip of a much younger alexia spinning you around on the dancefloor, a quick glance to your right showing the girl in question watching the tv avidly with an unreadable look on her face.
thankfully it seemed someone somewhere had your best intentions in mind as the oven pinged signalling the timer was done and you breathed a sigh of relief you hadn't realized you'd been holding in.
"vamos! time to eat."
you stood with a soft tender smile on your face as you packed up the leftovers from dinner, posie twirling around the living room after she'd made you and alexia push the couch and coffee table out of the way.
she had her little butterfly wings on and you had to stop yourself from laughing aloud at alexia's own wings, which were two little blobs of purple and orange vaguely resembling tacos which posie had drawn and insisted be taped to alexia's back.
you'd tried to talk her out of it but much of your sister was in her daughter, especially nataliaâs often hard headed stubborn tendencies as of course alexia assured it was fine and you'd given in, somewhat relieved youâd manage to avoid any sort of meltdown or tantrum.
it seemed posie was trying to teach her a dance of some sort and you had to hide a snicker into your hand as the footballer awkwardly tried to copy her movements, rigid and stiff and you'd always teased her that she danced with two left feet.
placing the last container in the fridge you had to interrupt, a glance at your phone showing it was nearing posie's bedtime and she still hadn't even had a bath yet.
"vale! beautiful dancing chicas, but i think it is time for a certain little butterfly to have her bath." you smiled as alexia exhaled in relief, dropping her arms from the position posie had insisted they be in, rolling her shoulders with a slight wince as you bit your lip to hide your smile.
"five more." you felt a small body hurtle into your leg nearly knocking you down as you chuckled and brushed her flyaways away from her forehead which was prickled with sweat from her dancing.
"no nena, bath and bed, or else you will be a grumpy butterfly tomorrow." you honked her nose gently as the three year old huffed, scowling and making a point to stomp her tiny feet all the way to her bedroom.
alexia jumped hearing the door slam and you chuckled with a shake of her head. "who says it is only teenagers who have attitude? mentirosa." you tutted as alexia's face softened, a snicker sounding from you as she tried to awkwardly crane her arms to pull off the paper wings.
"aquĂ, date la vuelta." you nodded for her to turn around as you carefully peeled off the paper, brushing a few loose pieces of fluff off of alexia's t-shirt and tapping her shoulders gently to signal you were done.
"tĂa! stuck again!" you heard posie holler out from her room, alexia now the one to chuckle as you explained your niece had a habit of somehow winding up tangled in her clothes when left to pull them off of her body herself.
"i should go..." you trailed off and nodded behind you with a small smile. "i should go too." alexia was swift to reply as you swallowed your disappointment at her words.
"or i stay? help with the uh dishes and to move things back?" she quickly offered, rubbing the back of her neck with a signature awkward smile. "oh no you do not need to help with those!" you assured as posie yelled out for you again.
"but if you want to stay, i will not be long?" "bien, but i am doing the dishes." "do i have a choice?" you began to walk backwards with a smile as alexia grinned and shook her head.
"tĂa ayuda! stuck!"
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vi x readerâs first time together
18+ minors dni, fingering, intimate sex, fem receiving, oral sex, teasing, squirting, vi in love durr
â i canât believe i get to touch you like this, â you close your eyes feeling viâs lips press against you, just above your pussy, too easily flustered to even look at her, â youâre so fucking beautiful.. â she commented, her lashes bat in a daze, a breathy laugh leaving your lips in attempt to brush it off, she knew you could never take her compliments serious out of getting nervous, but this was different, this was intimate, you both knew that. this was the farthest you both had gone in your relationship and she wanted to do whatever was possible to reassure you it was all okay. she sees your hips squirm under her contact, you were so worked up, such an easy button to push.
â vi, youâre teasing .. â
â mmm, am i ? or are you too nervous to tell me what you want ? â her pixelated eyes hold a menacing glare with yours, but youâre too busy trying to fix your gaze upon anything other than her. the way she was taunting you during your first time with her was sickening, stimulatingly sickening. â i- i donât know, i want you, just do something already, please. â she huffs a laugh, wasting no more time diving in. vi starts off with a tongue lick to your cunt, slowly licking her way up to your clit before wrapping both lips around the swollen area. your hands run through her hair. the vibrations of her working making you pull and scratch, causing her to grumble against you with pleasure.
â baby oh my god t-that feels so fuckinâ g-good- ohh! â your hips move in sync with her mouth, rubbing your cunt against her face as she follows your path, â all this time i didnât have a taste of you, â she mumbles and yet youâre already losing it, beginning to lose your patience along with your sanity. she was slurping, kissing, licking and penetrating your pussy with her tongue and she had no remorse while doing so. the lewd sounds from your mouth motivating her, pushing her to do so like it was her last breath here. her tongue continued to work as she sucked on what was almost driving you to the edge. â donât stopâ â
â god, fucking love the sound of your voice right now, â and thatâs when vi slips 2 fingers in without warning, and to be honest, there was no need to. if anything, you needed to be warning her for the messy orgasm you were tiptoeing around. â youâre close arenât you ? i feel it. â she quizzed and you frantically nodded, your breathing getting heavy. she admired you from her point at the end of the bed. her silence catching your attention as she worked her fingers into you. â stop looking at me like that, â you spoke before she smiled. â i canât look at my girlfriend ? â â no ! â
she laughed at how you tensed, her fingers thrusting into your gummy walls along with the impact from the tip of her tongue flicking against your clit â creating the perfect combination for nothing but pure bliss, â i can feel you angel, just let go for me. give me all of it ..â her words of encouragement were doing its damn thing, the knot in your belly starting to untie itself on viâs behalf. your body begins to convulse, this moment felt like more than everything to you, especially to vi, hoping sheâd be able to show you her love in every way sheâs been wanting, with this only being the beginning.
â b-baby .. vi ⊠iâm so closeâ oh my god .. â she quickly intertwined her hand in yours as you squeeze her knuckles for support through your orgasm. you were too busy making the flesh on her hand turn pale from how hard you were holding on to notice how reactive you verbally were, vi loved every sound coming out of you though. it was a beautiful side of you she had never seen. â iâve got you babe, let go just like that. â as she says this, you start to panic when you feel the certain pressure below you.
her finger is still working your hole, not pulling away for anything or anyone â not even you. vi sees your small hands trying to pry her own away, but she simply stops you by restraining the same hand pushing her. â wait viâ this feels so different, please, oh my .. â you babble but she didnât care because she knew what was about to come. â i know, baby. i know. â she holds eye contact with you, feeling your walls begin to tighten around her fingers yet again. thatâs when she moves faster, jabbing her finger in and smoothly adding another to completely rupture you. her hand was cramping, but she could take that on any day if it meant sheâd be able to see you fall apart.
â youâre there. youâre right there, you feel that ? â viâs question not only earns a loud whine from you, but it finishes you off completely. â holy shit iâm fucking c-cumming vi, oh fuckââ you felt couldnât even pronounce a single word. the only thing you could begin to make out was her name, and even then, it was just hoarse whines. you donât see it, but she does. she sees it all â the spurts of your cum soaking her hand, drenching the covers, the way your chest rose and fell with each unsteady breath, your eyes looking into the back of your skull with your lips parted softly as she slowly dragged her fingers out of your walls.
you were fucking breathtaking, she couldnât believe you were hers.
â you did so good, youâre the most beautiful girl ever i swear. â she huffs as you smile at her, you lightly grabbed her face with one hand, bringing her into a long kiss. she uses the weight of one elbow to lean over and place kisses onto your temple. your body is still coming down from its peak, and your vision was still foggy â but you still needed her. you still craved her touch like you had a sweet tooth. â you okay ? didnât hurt you did i ? â â no no, not at all, vi, i just wanâ more .. â your pleading eyes search for her lips, and once you find them, you inch closer. vi seals it for you, pressing her plumped ones onto your own. you feel the same fingers that were inside you creep up to your chin, then lips â trails of your wet essence lingering on your skin.
â are you sure ? â
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farm girl- o.piastri
summary: what's a better way to a guys attention than shouting at him for being too slow?
pairing: oscar piastri x fem! clarkson farm, farm-hand!! reader
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You werenât the biggest fan of Jeremyâs reality show, but you enjoyed working the farm, so, as per your agreement, you wouldnât be featured in episodes as much as possible. You were so far removed in fact, that you didnât even know that someone else was driving the tractor when you shouted for them to âstop being shitâ at driving it.Â
âY/n!â Jeremy shouted. âStop being rude!â
âWhat?â you scoffed. âI swear to god, if Finn doesnât fucking speed up Iâm going to-â you started, but stopped yourself when you saw none other than Oscar fucking Piastri in the driverâs seat with an embarrassed and guilty smile on his face. âSorry,â you offered, internally cursing yourself. âContinue on!â you announced before turning back and continuing on with more of your duties.Â
Oscar looked after you as you walked, an amused smile on his face. âWhoâs that?â
âY/n, one of our farmers,â Jeremy explained, a chuckle on his lips. âSheâs⊠fiery.â
âSheâs damn good at her job!â someone from off-camera chimed in, making everyone chuckle.Â
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As his day went on, he caught glimpses of you. You were tending to animals, or showing someone around, or just generally being beautiful and mysterious. He was desperate to know more. He asked a million questions about you, and he was sure everyone was aware of his not-so-secret crush on you.
âYou should ask her out, she likes F1,â Jeremy advised as they sat down to lunch. âYouâre one of her favourite drivers.â
He still got surprised when people knew him, forgetting sometimes that he is, in fact, a public figure. âYeah?â
Jeremy laughed. âYeah,â he scoffed. âKids these daysâŠâ
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When his day of hard labour came to an end, he made it his plan to seek you out, humoring Jeremyâs theory.Â
âHi,â he smiled, standing just behind you.Â
You startled, jumping up from whatever it was that you were doing and cursed. âFucking hell! Announce yourself!â You let it slip before you could really stop yourself, but you didnât feel all that bad, he should have announced himself.Â
He laughed. âWhat did you think I was trying to do?!â
âScare the shit out of me?â you scoffed. âI donât know.â
âIâm Oscar,â he held out his hand to be shaken. âNice to meet you.â
You took his hand,shaking it quickly. âY/n. Sorry about the wholeâŠÂ tractor thing.â
âNothing but a bruised ego,â he chuckled. âSo what do you do around here?â
You shrugged. âA bit of everything, I guess.â
He nodded, and you both stood in silence for a minute.Â
âDid you need something?â you questioned. â-Not to be rude, or anything, I just⊠I've got to get back to the rest of my stuff so⊠yeah.â
He smiled, enjoying the fact that you were as awkward as him. âCan I get your number?â
You stared at him for a second, then you broke out into one of the most beautiful smiles heâd ever seen. âWhy?â
He stepped closer to you. âI think youâre really pretty,â he explained. âAnd I want to get to know you more.âÂ
You nodded. âGive me your phone.â
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ANACHRONISM ft. Mina
mina x male reader smut
part one of strange currencies
14k words
Go ahead, try and pretend like any of this happened by accident.
Like you totally didnât mean to charm some poor, pretty little thing; dazzle her with the wealth, the fame, the you of it all.
Have her spreading her legs for you, bunching her dress up over her thighs, serving herself up like sheâs one of those ludicrously expensive banquets you frequent, pleadingâ
"God, I need you inside me, like, right this fucking second."
Because hereâs the truth of it all, what youâve come to realise about this woman who has never once in her entire life been reduced to something as pithy as poor or pretty or little; let alone anything short of extraordinary. This wildly successful, elegant to the point of being untouchable, and just really, really fucking gorgeous idol:
Nothing about Myoui Mina is accidental.
Even all thisâher idea: showing up at your suite uninvited, leaning against the doorframe, panties hanging off her fingertips. Showing off how ridiculously drenched she is for you and how badly she wants you to do something about it.
If only these walls could talk.
âHurry up,â sheâs gritting out. Deadlocking the door behind her. Still not used to waiting for anything, apparently. âCome on, I need your cum. Anywhere you like. Just inside me. Now.â
You should be more surprised. Instead, youâre laughing. âPatience, darling.â
A step forward, pants hitting the floor, cock in hand. Running the tip of it across her folds, making it shiny with her slick, forcing this sigh from her lips.
You pause, just to make her whine. To make her give you what you really want to hear.
Mina bites her lip.
Squeezes her eyes shut.
She knows the deal.
"Please."
That word, that crack in the composure, the control that Mina is so used to maintaining everywhere else but here. Itâs the thrill of it allâthe challenge in the attempt. Taking someone like Mina, all perfect posture, sparkling teeth, effortless grace; and bringing her to her knees.
Figuratively speaking, mostly.
Only, her phone lights up.
You look down and see it, left abandoned on the floor somewhere in Minaâs rush to get to you. But now its glow is stark against the dark parquet, beaming with messages by the dozen. All different variations on the same question: where the fuck is she?
Her eyes flicker to the screen, then back up to yours. There's a silent conversation happening thereâdesire fighting with duty, lust with loyalty.
You make it easy for her.
A push is all it takes, really. Cunt yielding to your will, cock sliding into that ridiculous tightness.
She freezes.
Braces herself.
Whimpers.
âPriorities, Mina,â you grunt through it, breaching in deeper; assaulted by the heat of her cunt around you, choking each inch. âRemember, you asked for this.â
The phone keeps buzzing, panicked vibrations at your feet. Urgent messages becoming calls, flashing faces across the screen. You can see them one-by-one, see Minaâs reaction as they pop upâsighing when she sees her managers name, eyes widening when a rather flirty photo of Chaeyoung comes next, and then her entire body tensing, tightening around you at the next picture:
Her and her boyfriend, arms thrown around each other, both looking all beautiful and famous and so very much in love. The perfect couple; so picturesque it might as well have come right off a billboard.
âGod, fuck,â Mina groans out, panting, breathless. âYouâd think theyâdâahâjust leave me alone for oneâsingleânightââ
âShould we snap some photos? Add them all to a group chat, send them through? Let them see the look on your face and figure it out from there.âÂ
Mischief flashes across her eyes, mouth open to answer back with something that is no doubt clever and suggestive and designed to get you both into far more trouble than youâre already inâbut she doesnât get a word of it out.
Youâre slamming into her.
Mina nearly comes apart then and there; eyes snapping shut, neck arching, back banging against the hard, unforgiving wood of the door behind her. Her lips round into this perfect âOâ of surprise, and this sweet, sweet needy whine comes slipping out from her throat.
And just like that, sheâs all yours again.Â
Itâs not like the phone goes silentâit just stops mattering.
âAsshole,â sheâs sayingâgrinning now, doing that Mina thing where she says one thing but means another, expecting you to read the underneath. Which this time isâtouch me, pull me close, pin me and keep me fucking trapped while you fuck the air right out of my lungs.
âNow thereâs an idea.â Youâre kissing her, tongue past her lips, tasting the rush of the forbidden, the lines sheâs crossing just so she can have you filling up her cunt.
And thereâs all this noiseâthe sound of your cock thrusting into her, skin against skin, shaft into wetness; the buzzing of the phone, her cries of your name dying in your mouth.
Oh, you know itâs going to be brutal if anyone was to overhear, if youâre caught and all this gets out. The narratives that will be crafted, the clichĂ© of it all, the sizzling hot headlines that will undoubtedly paint her, as they are wont to do, in a million different unfair ways.
Seductress. Gold-digger. Slut.
But even as youâre fucking her deep, lips marking up her skin, digging your fingers into the meat of her ass and making Mina cum so hard that all she can say isâ âplease, please, please,â
âyou know the facts, no matter whoâs begging who under the shine of the outrageously garish chandelier hanging overhead:
You're the one that chased her first.
â
(Itâs incredibly fitting that this whole thing started with a celebration.)
â
Taking a step back, to months earlier, at a gala:
Where itâs becoming apparent to you, and seemingly, just you, that Minaâs the only one here that doesnât look entirely out of place.
Or at least, sheâs the only one that seems to fit amongst the grandeur; the imposing pillars and archways, the ornate cornices, the glint of gold and jade beneath the soft glow of paper lanterns, and the shadow of the palace itself, cast over the sprawling garden like a looming guardian.
The anachronism of it all is the concept, or so youâve been told. The new, the futureâyour companyâagainst the backdrop of the old, the traditional. A fusion event, meant to celebrate and honour the past right before yanking it to the future; and yet it all somehow feels soâŠ
Boring.
The same faces, the same games; sharks in a sea of corporate sabotage and political machinations. Theyâll smile for you, sing your praises to the highest heavens, do everything they can to make you remember their nameâright up until the moment you show your back.
All this to say, itâs going to be very hard to last four hours without wanting to punch someone in the face just to make things slightly more interesting.
(Oh come, one and all. Throw yourselves at the feet of Koreaâs youngest self-made billionaire, and hope that by some stroke of luck or misplaced charm, you might just catch a crumb from his table.
Thatâs what this whole exhausting circus feels like to you.)
So, when youâre about done with what seems like the hundredth round of fake laughs and vacuous pleasantries with yet another politician whoâs trying to sell you on the importance of family, and coincidentally, his very marriageable daughter, you make your escape.
Something about needing a drink.
Ease out of the circle, let the noise of the gala swallow you up like you were never there, and navigate across the garden to the bar.
Where you find her.
Mina, something of an anachronism herself; looking more at home amongst the pagodas and the cherry blossoms than in the company of suits and ties and plastic smiles. Like sheâs been painted onto the scene; rendered in living colourâstark white, midnight black, blue silk. Or cobalt. Maybe azure.
Youâll have to reserve some time later to ask her about the colour of her dress. Â
Whatâs important is that sheâs alone, which seems like a crime in and of itself, on account of, well, how fucking breathtaking she is. Add that sheâs here at all, and it all amounts to some kind of serendipitous miracle.
(An idol, a celebrity, willingly spending her free time in the company of the elitist dregs of society? The world's gone mad.)
You donât really need an excuse to join her; you know her, technically. Not intimately, but in that same way that everyone in this high society tapestry is threaded together. An award show here, a charity function thereâthe kind of acquaintance that lets you say hello without raising eyebrows, but not much more.
All this to say it makes some sense to slide yourself onto the barstool to her right, ignoring that the rest are completely unoccupied.
The smile that Mina gives you as you approach is a little sharper than it needs to be, a little too knowing.
âYouâre not going to ask if this seatâs taken?â
You return the smile, a mirror image of hers, and lean onto the bar. You donât even need to look at the bartender; your drink is in your hand, cold and crisp, the second you set it down. âI thought Iâd risk it.â
âNeat trick,â Mina says, posting her chin on one hand, watching the sleek liquid slide down your throat. Sheâs got a flute of champagne in front of her, untouched.
Thereâs a gravity to her, youâre realising only when youâre this close. Something in the way the moonlight's kissing her skin, a blend of porcelain and peaches, glowing. Maybe thatâs why sheâs been left alone; the other guests were smart enough not to get swallowed up in it all. Better to appreciate at a distance than to drown in it.
She regards you for a beat, runs a finger around the rim of her glass. "Shouldn't you be off being the centre of attention somewhere? Shaking hands, kissing babies, that whole bag?â
âNah," youâre dismissive, looking back out to the crowd milling about, lost in their own conversations and power plays. "This whole thing's more for them than it is for me."
Mina scoffs. Raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. You follow her eyesâacross the banners, the placards, the giant projection cast onto the palace itself.
A brushstroke circleâthe logo you designedâswirling around, stamping itself on what was once a symbol of absolute power, now reduced to just another stage for the rich and the elite and all their insignificant little games.
You feel the need to clarify. âFor the company.â
Mina ripostes. âThat just so happens to be named after you.â
âJust one of those funny coincidences.â
âApparently so.â
It does occur to you that it should be somewhat startling how instantly familiar you feel around Mina. Slipping into casual conversationâlight jabs, coded compliments; all soaked in insinuation. Just enough edge and implication to keep you on your toes.
There's an ease to her, to how she smiles, how she laughs, how she just sits there, all drop-dead gorgeous and oh, this? Nothing special, just how I always am.
So itâs only natural that somewhere in all this easy banter, between your third drink and her second, her hand lands on your forearm, your knee brushes against hers and you both decide to stop being so subtle.
You pick your moment, as sheâs thumbing through a menu of drinks sheâs already deciding she doesnât want, to try to solve the mystery of her. Past the red of her lips, the edge of her jaw, the hollow of her throat. Along the neckline of her dress, where the silk clings like itâs afraid of letting go, and down to where it dips and angles out; the open shoulder, the collarbone, the swell underneath.
Itâs the sum of it all, youâre realising. The dress, the look, the woman.
(Accentuate without revealing. Tease without giving away the prize. Show off that flawless ass and dare the world not to look. And yeah, they fucking look. They all do.
Youâre just the only one that doesnât look away when you're caught.)
But now, you could reach out and touch her; unlatch the straps of her heels, run your fingers from her ankle up, up over the smooth expanse of her calf, her knee, the bare skin of her thigh right where her dress decides to daringly split, and underneath, until your hand is filled with the heat of her and all she knows is you.
You could complete her. Or she, you, you think.
Only, thereâs a slight misstep in an otherwise immaculate ensemble.
A necklace.
A ridiculous, ugly, tacky thing. Hanging off her like a misplaced jewel on a swan; more âcostume partyâ than ârefined modern galaâ. Fighting the simplicity of her gown, offensively jarring, especially against the serenity of the moonlit garden.
Mina notices you staring. âA gift.â
âBoyfriend,â you realise, doing the math in your head. A careless present, given by someone who doesnât know (or doesnïżœïżœt care to know) her. Hoping the flash, the dollars spent overshadows the unfamiliarity.
(It doesnât.)
âPartner,â Mina confirms. Thereâs a slight dip at the corner of her mouth, a blink-and-youâll-miss-it flash of something unpleasant. It disappears as soon as it comes, but you caught it. âA little too old to have a boyfriend.â
âHm.â You click your tongue. Narrow your eyes. Youâve been told that it makes you appear disarming. âAnd where is this partner?â
Minaâs smile returns. She takes her first sip of champagne. âYou tell me. Donât you sign off on all the invites?â
âJust the important ones.â
âEven so, not like he would have come if he was invited.â Mina leaves you to fill in the gaps. âA tad too public. For the both of us, really.â
âI see.â
And you do. Youâve seen your fair share of these types of arrangements, participated in a few, even. At the beginning, the secret of it all, the cloak and dagger; itâs exhilarating. But that only lasts so long. Eventually, like all things, it fades. Leaving you with someone who you donât really see, who you donât even know, and the sinking realisation that maybe the thrill was the only thing that kept it interesting.Â
âSo,â you lean forward, drawing your conclusion. âYouâre here. All alone. Stuck in a relationship with someone dumb enough to let you go out looking like that.â
âCareful.â
âItâs just,â you offer, your gaze lingering on her throat, âYou donât strike me as the type to settle for anything less than you deserve, Mina.â
That makes Mina pause. Almost flinch. Imperceptibly if you werenât looking so closely at her lips. The sound of her name rolling off your tongue, like it's always been there, waiting to escapeâit has her reeling.
And yet, somehow, she recovers.
âBecause you know me so well.â
So, you switch up, throw a curveball. âIs it the sex?â
To her credit, Mina barely reacts to that provocation, as if she was expecting the follow up. Just takes another sip of her champagne with a grace that seems rehearsed. Youâll have to try harder.
She shrugs a bare shoulder.
"Sex is just sex. Itâs not everything."
âSo, no sex at all, then.â
Minaâs smile is like a knifeâs edge. âAre you always this forward?â
âAll Iâm saying,â you keep going, somewhat emboldened by the game, by the warmth of the whiskey poisoning your kidneys. âIf it was meââ
Minaâs hand slides up your forearm, ending somewhere around your triceps. Youâre close. Close enough to inhale her perfume; cinnamon, smoke, darker than anticipated. Youâd fill your lungs with it, if you could. âIf it was you.â
You take another drink. She watches.
And it clicks into place. What this really is. What sheâs really doing here.
The slight tilt of her shoulder, a slip of her dressâjust a fraction. A shift in her seat and suddenly, the silk has risen, too high, and thereâs a stretch of skin leading up to a flash of lace thatâs more moonlit than the night itself.
The suspicion sets in. Was she waiting for you?
Mina laughs.
You ask, âWhatâs so funny?â
âI was just thinking,â Mina says, lowly. Grinning, like sheâs reading your mind. âHow even youâre the same.â
âHow so?â
âAll you men. How you see me, how youâre looking at me right now.â She reaches up to her neck, taps the clunky stone hovering over her throat. Once. Twice. âMaking it about you. You think I need saving.â
You open your mouth. Close it. Open once more to protestâ
âThatâs what you think.â Mina interrupts, smirks; and your eyes are on her lips, wondering if anyone would be able to pull you off them if you were so lucky enough to taste them. âWhat you want is to own me.â
âMina,â you regard her, openly. Honestly. âI could never dream of owning you.â
She nods back towards your logo, emblazoned across the castle walls. âBecause youâre clearly not the type of person that likes owning things.â
And thereâs a realisation here, as sheâs staring into your eyesâa real, actual, bone-deep revelationâthat she's been doing the same thing as you this whole time. Reading you, until she's seeing through you.
The silence stretches, thick and sweet , and itâs obvious to see where this is heading. The idea thatâs being sparkedâlean in, kiss her right here, right now, with all these eyes on you. Kiss that smirk right off her face, steal whatever clever rebuttals sheâs composing from her lips, the flirtations that sheâs left hanging in the air. Replace them all with your name.
But itâs all hypothetical, for now.
âYouâre not even thinking past right now, are you?â Mina asks, amused. "The rumours you've started just by sitting next to me."
"Rumours."
"The kind that ruins careers. That never leave. That would make him want to kill you if he found out."
Another sip, letting it burn down your throat. Think about it. Attack it from every angleâ
(Doesnât it just make sense; the billionaire, and his beautiful celebrity partner? Or even if there was a scandal, just a one-night fling; wouldnât it be worth it?
You could both live off the thrill alone, itâd reignite whatever embers her boyfriend hasnât stomped out yet.)
âMaybe I want the rumours.â
Minaâs eyes widen. Itâs the first time sheâs dropped her guard.
âIf you were mine,â you start, and stop immediately, reining in that last word on the tip of your tongue. âIf you were my girlfriend, partner, whatever label you want to put on it. Iâd tell the whole damn world. Broadcast it on every channel. Make sure everyone knows exactly who Iâm fucking every single morning, afternoon, night.â
Youâre hitting the mark of something, you can tell, because Minaâs hand tightens around your arm, and she doesn't seem to mind when yours lands on her thigh. A flash; the thought of spreading them, of seeing her laid bare underneath you. Or flipped over in front of you, crumpling that dress around her waist, so you can take proper purchase of that ass thatâs been hinted at all night long.
And all of a sudden, she doesn't seem to be as spoken for as she might have led you to believe.
She bites her lip. Keeps it there for a second, two, before letting it go.
âSo, this is what you usually say to all the pretty girls you invite to these parties?â
The alcoholâs loosened your tongue enough to state truths youâre supposed to keep to yourself. âI usually donât have to say anything at all.â
Mina challenges. âMust be nice, being this rich, cute, and charming.â
âThe being rich part does a lot of the hard work.â
âSo, the cuteness and the charm?â
âIâll let you decide,â you finish, watching her smile spread, the corners of her eyes crinkle. It makes your chest tighten.
âI suppose, in your perfect world,â Mina surmises, and now sheâs so close that your knee is splitting the difference between her thighs, and youâre already planning the logistics of it allâthe where, the howâ âthis ends with you fucking my brains out behind one of these old houses.â
âIâve got a few in mind.â
âI bet.â Mina takes one last pull of her drink, empties it, and sets it back down. âAnd afterwards? After youâve made me forget my own name and made the entirety of my existence revolve around your cockâwhatâs your plan then? Who are weâwho are you going to be?"
You finish off your own glass, setting it down with the same deliberate clink as hers. âYou know, the funny thing about money is," you say, sliding your fingers up her thigh, higher, higher. "It can make you whoever you want to be. So, the real question isâwho do you want me to be?"
Youâre holding your breath as she answers: âNot some knight in shining armour. I donât need a saviour. If thatâs what youâre thinking.â
âThen what do you need?â
Mina inches, gets close, and now her breathâs a tickle on the shell of your ear. She bites. âJust someone to help me scratch an itch.â
Thereâs a moment, somewhere before Mina threads her fingers through yours, lets you lead her through the throngs of guests and into the shadows of the palace; where all of thisâthis want, this need, boils over. Where Mina kisses your cheek and warns:
âYou donât have the time for me.â
Now itâs your turn to grin; reaching up to her throat, slipping that necklace off her, leaving it to clatter onto the granite below never to be spoken of again.
âMaybe. But I can make every second count.â
â
This is how you end up:
Pinning Mina to some ancient wall; the moonâs spotlight spilling over the contours of her body, a hand tangled in her hair, the other pushing her dress higher up her thighs.
You werenât lying, you did have a place in mind. Namely, by the west gate, where a house that used to be the servantâs quarters stood. Itâs a part of the palace thatâs been neglected in the reconstruction, and thus, ironically, the most authentic part of this whole sham.
A true hideaway for those not to be seen or heard; a building thatâs seen centuries of service, of lives lived in the shadow of royalty, and now itâs going to bear witness to this, to you and Mina, undoing each other with every passing second.
Something a little sacred, a whole lot profane.
Sheâs smiling against your lips; a smirk, more likely. Because sheâs new to this kind of thingâthe almost romantic picture the two of you are paintingâchaste kisses stolen in quiet corners of royal residences. The kind of thing that could fuel a dozen dramas.
But you both know better.
So, you let her start things off, let her set the pace for this evening's affairs. And Mina, to her credit, is gracious enough to tell you exactly what she wants.
(Kiss me harder, touch me here, please, please, don't let go.)
Twisting the lapels of your jacket in her hand, desperately pulling you closer, even though there's no more room left. Kissing you with longing. Making you believe that she's missed thisâmissed youâdespite the fact that you've only just officially met. And sure, it's a lie, but it's a lie that feels so good, so right, that youâre willing to indulge her.
Indulge yourself.
Your lips veer off the corner of her mouth, ignoring the tongue and teeth that try to keep you there, the hand that kindly urges you to not stop kissing her.
Because youâve got a ticking clock in the back of your mind, counting down the seconds before someone calls you or her away, or more problematically, catches you and her, a heap of limbs and lust and fucking in the dusty archives of history.
You break away, keep things moving, kiss your way along her neck, feel her heartbeat drum against your lips. Follow her neckline down, down; find this sweet little spot, a darkened freckle right on top of her collarbone that makes her sigh.
âTell me something, honestly.â Mina finds her voice the same time your fingers meet the promised lace of her underwear, turning her words into these breathless moans. âHow often do you do this?â
You tug the fabric pooling at her waistâonce, firmlyâand Minaâs dress slips from her shoulders, whispering down her arms and leaving her in nothing but flawless white and a strapless bra that matches the silk in hue.Â
You smile, look up. âThis?â
Mina clarifies, "Whisk some innocent girl away into a deserted corner andâ"
Sheâs cut off by the click-clack of her bra releasing behind her back, your fingers slipping beneath the cotton, and youâre filling your hand with the swell of her breast; so soft, so perfect.
The sound when you touch her and she gasps; if only you could capture, keep it forever. Youâll just have to make sure she keeps making itâkneading gently, rolling the pebbled peak of her nipple between your thumb and forefinger, feeling it bead and tighten.
Your lips to her shoulder, you ask, âAnd what?â
Mina sighs, âfuck her completely, thoroughly senseless,â and you swear thereâs something revelatory about how she says itâsinful ideas from saintly lips.
"Honestly?" You pause, your gaze lingering on the goosebumps rising across her skin. "You're the first."
Her laughter's a surprise; it's light, disbelieving. "First?"
"First tonight."
Mina's smile widens, her grip on your jacket tightens. "You're so full of shit," she says, but there's no malice in it. Just the thrill of the hunt. Or, being hunted.
You donât bother to argue the point; let her think what she wants. Instead, you lean into it (into her), let your other hand snake around her thigh, over the elastic of her panties and lower, until youâre palming the curve of her ass.
Firm, taut, flawlessâbecause of course it is; exactly like the rest of her. Sheâs so hot under your touch; the softness, the smoothness of it. And you knowâwithout a doubtâyouâre going to worship this ass.
A squeeze for good measureâbalancing the fine line of respect and greed. Mina yelpsâsurprise, pleasure.
âGod,â Mina shudders, does her best under the assault of your lips on her neck, fingers pinching, tugging, hand squeezing. "You'reâoh, you're not so bad at this."
You press a kiss to her throat. âFlattery gets you everywhere, Miss Myoui.â
âPlease, not with the government names,â Mina hisses, her cheeks flushing a soft pink that matches the glow of the lanterns outside.
âApologies.â You chuckle, slipping your hand underneath the band of her panties, and aroundâdownâpressing against her and sinking lower until youâve got a proper hold of her. Soaking wet and dripping heat onto your fingertips.
A cry from her lips. A shiver. A buck of her hips.
Her hands shoot to your chest.
âPlease, kiss me again.â
You obligeâhow could you not, with the way sheâs begging?
Her nails dig into your shirt, her breath hitches as you push your fingerâyour indexâpast her entrance and inside, and just before she can moan your name into the night air, youâre filling her mouth with your tongue, licking inside.
You kiss her like itâs your first kiss, like itâs your last. Like the only way to calm her down is with your mouth and your tongue and your teeth. Sheâs so wet and tight and pulsing around you, sheâs trying to suck you in; and fuck, when youâre knuckle-deep she bites down on your lip so hard she nearly draws blood.
The moans that she's filling your mouth with; this symphony of want sends a jolt of pure, unfiltered desire straight to your cock. You're strainingâagainst your trousers, against her thigh, straining against the urge to rip that dress off her and leave her bare, but you're not there yet.
It's about her, about needing her, making her beg for it. Making her so desperate that she'll do just about anything to get you inside her.
(Because thereâs something about her, about Mina, that just makes you want to take your time. To learn the ins and outs of what makes her tick. The secret spots that make her moan into your mouth, the places to touch that make her shiver, the sighs and sounds that only you can coax out of her.
Itâs etched into every line of her body; every curve and sharp edgeâjust pure heat from head to toe; And thereâs a beauty so absolute in her perfection, the dash of makeup, the careful draping of her hair, itâs too good not to ruin. To not want to leave your mark on her in some way so that everyone knows she was once yours, if only for a night.)
âYouâre just so needy, Mina.â You hum into her jaw, when your lips slip from hers and you struggle to resist the urge to leave these marks on her. Her cheek, her neck, her collarbone. Every part of her that sheâs offered to you, every part youâre eager to claim. âLike itâs been ages since someoneâs touched you like this.â
âI donâtâpleaseââ is all Mina can manage, because the pad of your thumb is ghosting over her clit, pressing in and circling, and the way her pitch rises and she sighs your name gives you your answer:
Itâs been a while.
âI donât thinkâgahââ She tries agin, but you torture her with another finger, stretching inside her, sinking in and curling upwards. âI donât think Iâve ever been touched like this.â
âGood,â you tell her, and she shivers when your voice rumbles through her, when you drop down and your lips go low again, and you take one of her stiff peaks between your teeth. âI donât settle for second place.â
âNeither doâGodâIââ Mina braces herself against the wall behind her, failing to find anything but cold brick to hold onto as you map out the rest of her with your hands and your fingers and your lips.
Sheâs so, so hot for you; you wouldâve never predicted it, not in your wildest estimations. Never thought just how easy it would be to undo someone so poised and put-together like Mina, to render her into this puddle of need.
âSo why donât you show me then,â Mina breathes, voice trembling as much as she is. You suck deep, swirl your tongue, make her arch her back to push more of herself into you. âWhat all theâoh myâwhat all the fuss is about."
âAs you wish, darling.â
And thereâs part of you thatâs recognising the awfulness of what youâre doing, taking somethingâsomeoneâthatâs not yours, and having her tell you all these things, finger fucking these words of oblivion from her lips, touch me, please I need it, kiss me harder, more, more, make me feel it, make me feel you.
But even that part of you is so, so small right now, buried deep down with everything that isnât Mina, with everything that isnât her pussy clenching around your hand, or the taste of tits on your tongue.
Ignore all thoughts of the after, of what happens when youâve made her cum again and again, and youâve wrecked yourself in the pursuit of it all. What happens when you return to the throngs of nobodies, all rumpled and flushed and red, and the whispers start flying, and the glances are no longer just knowing but shamelessly envious.
Thatâs a problem for future you.
Right now, youâve nearly stripped her entirely, pressed up against a wall thatâs seen more than its fair share of secrets, and your twoânow threeâfingers are ruining her in a way that has her dancing on that borderline.
âIâm close, so close,â Mina cries, but you already know.
Because youâre already giving it to her; everything she wants and then some. Touching her, fucking her with your fingers, pushing her higher, watching her unravel.
Making her whine against your skin, making her eyes squeeze shut like sheâs afraid of whatâs happening, afraid of how much she wants this.
âWeâre only just getting started, Mina.â
You let her nipple pop out from your mouth, leaving it to bob in the cool night air, sensitive and dying to be back between your teeth. Hand shifts from her hip, sliding up to cradle her jaw, to tip her face backâforce those deep, dark eyes to open so you can really look at her.
Panting, pupils blown wide, and the sight of her so undone sends another wave of heat straight to your cock.
âLook at me.â It comes out harsher, more of a firm command than intended. It does its job. âYou're going to cum now.â
She nods, frantically, eyes locked on yours as your thumb traces over her bottom lip, feeling it plump and swollen from your kisses. Her tongue darts out, swipes over the pad, tasting herself and you; and youâre thinking about filling that mouth of hers, or maybe that cunt, or if sheâs game, that tight, untouched little asshole.
But one thing at a time.
âIâm going to eat your pussy,â youâre saying everything youâve dreamt of saying to her since you first saw her, first caught sight of that ass daring to wander past your line of sight; and suddenly, every raw, filthy thought youâve had of her is coming to the surface. âThen Iâm going to fuck you. Again and again. Your cunt, your mouth. That ass. Iâm going to take it all. And youâre going to let me, arenât you, darling?â
Mina breathes, nods, signing a verbal contract to let you do whatever the fuck you want with her, promising you all of her, every part of her youâve so shamelessly craved.
âGood.â  Â
And so, you drop to your knees.
You glance up at her. She looks down at you.
Like sheâs been burning for this; like sheâll combust if you make her wait a second longer.
Pushing her dress up until it's around her waist, keeping it up with your hands on her thighs, spreading her legs wider. And youâre seeing her pussy, the darkened, plump fleshâbare, wet, beggingâand so, so pretty.
Fuckâwhat kind of guy could resist this?
(The kind that buys her jewellery without knowing the first thing about her. The kind that leaves her to sit alone at a gala like a trophy on a shelf. The kind that doesnât get to taste herâdoesnât know how.
The kind thatâs not you.
And maybe she was rightâyou do think you could save her.)
âWhat are you doing?â Mina huffs, impatient.
You smirk, unable to resist the urge to drag this out, to keep her on edge a little longer. "Just appreciating."
Mina's eyes narrow, but the smile never leaves her lips. "Well, appreciate faster."
You donât need to be told twice.
Take her by the hips, spin her around, make her inhaleâsharp. Force her to look away from you, to face the cold, indifferent wall, to brace herself.
âWait, whyââ
âHold your dress up for me,â you mumble against her thighs.
Minaâs hands obey, holding the silk out of the way; and now sheâs bent over, like a fucking present. Letting your eyes drink in her ass; unable to do anything but just stare.
How the moonlight kisses the curve, makes the shadows play against it. So perfect. So round and tight and full. Fruit so ripe you could pluck it from the tree with your teeth.
Youâre leaning in, kissing the top of her thighs, right below where her cheeks spill over. Kissing up, a soft press of your lips to one cheek, the other, and fuck Minaâs trembling; barely holding it together, and youâre just getting started.
You drag your nose up, across the cotton of her panties and inhale her deep. Sweet and musky, a fine wine thatâs been left to breathe, and she squirms.
Shivers under your breath.
And when Mina sighs something that sounds suspiciously like a warningâbecause sheâs not the type to let you get away with anything like this so easilyâyou take the band of her underwear with your teeth, feeling the fabric stretch. Thin, delicate, begging to snap.
The panties fall away, down to her ankles. The sound of her heels tapping the ground as she lifts her legs to let it slide off, leaving her bare, vulnerable, and yours.
Mina goes still.
Hands spread her cheeks, and finally, you dive in, tongue first. Swipe along the crevice of her ass, taste the sweetness of her from bottom to top, forcing this gasp from her lips. Youâre not shy about itâno room for anything close to it when your nose is pressed up against her assholeâand Minaâs thighs are trembling, muscles in her legs tightening like sheâs trying to run away from whatâs coming next.
But she wonât. Youâve got her pinned. Youâve got her right where she wants to be.
You flatten your tongue against her pussy, lick from cunt to asshole in one, long slow drag, make her sigh your name like itâs a prayer.
âI canât believeâI neverâno oneâs everââ Sheâs talking, trying to keep it together, trying to rationalise how something so filthy is making her fall apart in a million different, tremendous ways. But the words break off into moans, pure music to your ears.
âLike that?â You murmur against her skin, words disappearing into her.
âOh my god, yes,â Mina cries out, a benediction. Her grip tightens on her dress, holding it up like a veil. A fucked-up kind of thing, marrying her cunt to your lips; arousal so potent youâre drowning it.
Because sheâs a wreck, been a wreck since the moment you laid a hand on her. And now you just have to keep her there.
You let your tongue slide up and down her slit, teasing the folds, going lower, spreading her legs to lap up her clit until sheâs begging for itâuntil sheâs begging for you to push inside, to fuck her with it, to make her scream.
"Enjoy it, enjoy being so messy for me.â
"Ohâoh my God!" Mina cries out as you delve into her, and the sound echoes down empty corridors, bouncing off the walls, taking a grand tour of the palace. âI canât believeâcanât fucking believeâ"
You can't believe it either. That no one else has had the pleasure of tasting, of licking, of dining on this slice of Eden laid out before you. It's a crime against nature, really. A sin that you're more than happy to rectify.
"Fuck, you're so good," Mina voice is strained, her legs buckling under the weight of her own desire, she needs to post one hand onto the wall to not completely collapse into your mouth.
A dark chuckle escapes your lips. Feeling smug and utterly in control. "It's not rocket science, darling. Just a little bit of appreciation goes a long way."
But you're not just tonguing her ass because itâs there, because itâs what youâre into. Youâre doing it because itâs driving her wild, because you know itâs a button thatâs been left untouched, unexplored. And thereâs something about being the first to do it that makes your cock throb, makes you want to worship not just her ass, but all of her.
Every part of her that's been neglected, overlooked, ignored.
"You have no idea," she breathes, her legs trembling harder now, "How good it feels."
You lean back, just a fraction, looking up at her, the tension coiling up her spine. "Oh, darling," you say, "I do. Believe me, I do."
A kiss into the small of her back, and you slide your finger back into her, once at first. So impossibly wet, stretching so easily for you, welcoming you right back in.
Itâs all for you.
And you canât get enough, so you add another, then another, stretching her even more, making her drench you and moan for you louder and louder.
Youâve figured it out. How to fuck her, lick her, press into her cunt just right. Finding the rhythm, that makes her breath skip and her body tense, that makes her pussy clamp down around your digits.
âOh, God, oh, oh, ohâyesâright thereâright thereââ Sheâs panting, her hips jerking back, meeting every thrust of your fingers and your tongue.
Youâre so close to making her cumâso close that you can almost taste it on the airâand sheâs begging for it, so sweetly, so desperately.
âPlease, please, donât stop, Iâm right thereââ Minaâs hand reaches back, tangling in your hair, and sheâs pulling you closer, grinding herself against your mouth.
Bury your face between her cheeks, fuck her fast with your fingers. Itâs heaven down in the depths of hell; her thighs, her cheeks, her cunt, her ass. So soft, so wet, so very yours.
That whimper, that beautiful sigh that escapes Minaâs lips is her final invitation. You push your tongue inside her, opening it up, feeling the tightness, the warmth. The shock coursing through her as she surrenders to the unspeakable filth and bliss of your mouth on her asshole.
So tight, so clean, so delicious.
You lick and suck and kiss, fucking her with your fingers, pressing into her, exploring the depths of that tight little hole.
"This is, this isââ her voice strains, wonder, desperation, downright heat at what youâre doing to her. "No oneâs ever done this to me. Keep eating my ass, please."
Itâs her words that keeps you going, and it all becomes a blur of moans and shivers, of the way she tastes, smells, feels. But you donât stop, you canât, all you want to do is make that tight ring of muscle yours.
âPlease let me cum. Now. Please. I need itâI need youââ
She needs you to never stop.
You take her, right there in the moonlit garden, hidden by the shadows and the foliage and the silk of her dress. You can almost feel the vibrations of her voice in your mouth, against your tongue, like itâs a part of her, like sheâs speaking straight into your soul with every moan and gasp and plea.
The squelch of your fingers fucking her. Her cunt griping you, being devoured. Your tongue invading her ass. The way youâre ruining her for everyone else. Her cries.
Sheâs so loud.
It doesnât matter.
The whispers of the gala seem so far away, so irrelevant. Itâs all about Mina and her ass and your three fingers sawing in and out of her and sheâs sayingâ
âGod, fuck, how can you do this, how can you make meâfuckâ"
The answer to her unfinished question: itâs because sheâs worth it. Itâs because of her, how she makes you want to prove yourself. Because of her hips and her thighs and her cunt and her ass and all of her, every single part.
And thatâs your name on her breath, thatâs your name when sheâs close, thatâs your name when she finally tips over, when her legs give way and sheâs gasping it into the night.
âOh myââ
Mina cums.
You swallow.
Drink your fill from her cunt, fill up your nose with her scent. Burn the memory of what itâs like to have your face buried in her ass and have her leaking down your chin. Itâs a full body spasm that wracks through her, setting her soul on fire. Sheâs a star, a supernova, a fucking explosion on your tongue.
Her walls pulse around your fingers, squeezing, clenching, and you give it to her, keep fucking her through it, keep licking, because sheâs still there, still hovering.
It overwhelms herâshe lets itâyou feel her body tighten, quiver, then release like a bowstring snapped.
âFuck me, fuck me, pleaseâyes, like thatârightâright thereâyesâyesâyesââ
A chant of yeses right before falling off a cliff and into an oh fuck, Iâm cumming.
And youâre right there, knees in the dirt, smiling against her cheeks, holding onto her hips, making sure she doesnât collapse entirely.
And fuck, she goes, and goes and goes.
Until the ground falls beneath her feet.
Youâre there to catch her, to ease her down to the ground with you, hold her in your arms until her world stops spinning.
It takes a moment, two.
And she looks up at you, like sheâs unsure of how she got there, in this tangle of sighs and limbs and you. But it doesnât really matter because she pulls you closer, hand still buried in your hair, needing to kiss you just one more time.
Her taste lingers on your tongueâsweet and salty and so uniquely her. She kisses you again, a little less frantic this time. A little more like she means it.
Itâs hard not to feel anything but pride.
Minaâs cheek is pressed to your chest, her eyes barely able to focus, her breaths coming in quiet, contented puffs.
And youâre coming to realise what kind of woman Mina is. Even now, when she should be an unrepairable messâsprawled out on the cool floor with her dress in a puddle around her, her pussy still pulsing and leaking down her thighsâthereâs this poise to her thatâs downright intimidating.
She breathes, âYouâre just a fantasy, arenât you?â It feels like a warm hand sliding down your spine.
You lean down, kiss her forehead, tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
Itâs peaceful. Itâs perfect.
And then your emergency line rings.
Mina inclines her head. A spell is broken. âWell, thatâs timing for you.â
You instantly regret the next words that come out of your mouth, the rational words that have never sounded more irrational. âI need to go.â
Minaâs far too polite, far too graceful to say what she wants to say, what youâre pleading her in your mind to say. But she knows the game. You both do.
She just nods, rewards herself with a peek at the tent angrily poking underneath your slacks.
âItâs fine,â she says. (Itâs not). She reaches up to your lips, running a thumb over the gloss sheâs stained you with. âI think I can handle it from here.â
Her other hand slips down to your thigh, gives you a courtesy squeeze as a farewell, and itâs all you can do not to jump. But you canât, because the phoneâs still ringing, because at the end of the day youâre still a billionaire with responsibilities and a reputation to uphold.
Sheâs kind of enough to give you an out. âYouâre supposed to be giving a speech, right?â
Said responsibility and reputation has you answering, âYeah.â
Youâre stupid for it, stupid for even entertaining the idea of letting her go, or leaving her behind. But youâre not completely blamelessâitâs near impossible to even think straight when all the blood in your body has gone south for the evening. Â
âAre you going to be okay with,â Mina blinks down at you. âYour situation?â
Itâs painful to even say it. âI guess Iâll have to be.â
Mina sits up, pulls herself off you, untangling her legs with a grace that seems almost otherworldly. Pulls her panties back up, tucks them into place with a little shiver. Smooths her dress down, twisting it back in place.
Youâre already regretting letting her leave before sheâs even gone.
But the messages have piled up on your phone, and Mina can see it all, the endless frantic texts, the missed calls.
Youâre late.
Youâre needed.
The worldâs waiting.
Mina reads your face, and you canât tell if sheâs impressed or disappointed. âLooks like youâve got your hands full.â
You stand up, help her to her feet, because thatâs what you doâyou take care of your own messes. Sheâs still smiling at you, and you want to tell her how much you wish you could stay.
âItâs okay,â is all she says, as you tuck your shirt back in and slick your hair down.
Sheâs redoing her own hair, trying to fix it into something presentable. Something less âIâve been fucked raw against a brick wallïżœïżœ and more âgee, quite a strong wind tonightâ.
âI knew from the jump you didnât have the time.â
Youâre blurting out, âI can make more.â
âNot even money can buy that.â
Your phone rings again.
Minaâs eyes follow the screen, the glow lighting up her face. Ethereal. Yeah, that's the word for how she looks. You've never been sure of the definition but you're certain it fits.
And when she stands on her toes to kiss your cheek, to bid you farewell, she holds onto your shoulder long enough to whisper her address in your ear. âIâll be waiting. If you can get away.â
âWhy donât I just come with you now?â
She laughsâbut itâs empty, almost a little sad. âBecause, you have a job to do, and I have an appearance to keep up. And unlike you, Iâm not quite sure Iâm ready to broadcast to the whole world who Iâm fucking. Or who Iâm going to fuck. If heâs not late, that is.â
And with a quiet breath, sheâs gone.
A ghost in the moonlight, slipping away like sheâs been painted out of existence, leaving you with the memory of her on your mouth and the ache sheâs leaving in your cock.
You turn back to the gala.
The air feels somewhat colder.
â
The rest of the evening goes far, far too slowly for your liking.
While your absence has been noted, the whispers and glances are more curious than concerned. They don't know where you've been, and one of your assistants is kind enough to fetch you a new shirt to replace the one that's smudged with lipstick and makeup and Mina, before any real juicy rumours can start.
You try, and fail, to get things moving as quickly as possible:
(A business rival pulls you aside to congratulate you on the recent product launchâYou're just thinking about Mina's ass.
A board member sings your praises about last quarterâs earnings, how you're really sticking it to those idiots that forecasted a downturnâYou're only thinking about sticking it between Mina's thighs.
A reporter that sneaked in wants to know if you're planning another acquisition so soon after the last oneâYes, you're going to acquire Mina; find somewhere far away from here with another wall to pin her against and make her scream and ache all over for you.)
Thankfully, your assistant is at the ready before you can really make a scene, dragging you over to the stage and pulling you out of this shit show.
âJust stepped away for some airâ is what you had assured her when she took the shirt off your hands, but really, there's no point trying to hide it.
She's seen that look before, that glow that you can't quite wipe off.
But she's loyal, she doesn't ask questions. Just tells you that youâre on in five, and that in the meantime, sheâll make sure the driver is ready for a quick exit.
So, you force yourself to smile, address the faces that meld together into a wall of teeth.
Make a speech thatâs just a rush of words that you've recited countless times before. Innovation and growth, the future of the company, the same spiel from the annual report wrapped up in a shiny new bow.
But none of it matters. You're not even hearing yourself speak. You're hearing the echoes of Mina's moans, feeling the tremble of her thighs as you devoured her, replaying her orgasm in your mind again and again.
You can't wait to get off this fucking stage.
The second the applause dies down, you're off like a shot. The podium forgotten; the spotlight cold on your back. You grab your phone and slip out of the garden, dodging the eager hands that reach out for just a second of your time.
You find your driver waiting, just as instructed; Mina's address already punched in the navigation.
Just go, drop me off. Don't stick around. I'll call you to pick me up in the morning.
â
âIt was cerulean,â is Minaâs amused answer to your admittedly idiotic question.
Not your best moment, to be fair. You raced up to her apartment so quickly that you really didnât have anything more intelligent to say than âwhat happened to your dress?â and âI wanted to know what colour it wasâ.
But still, show you the person living or dead that could have said anything coherent when being greeted by Mina, opening the door to her apartmentâso unashamedly smug, and so very naked.
So what if you just stood there and stared?
Stared at the curves and dips, the way her hair cascades over her shoulders in inky waves, damp from a shower; making it cling to her skin, drape over her collarbone, her breasts. The nipples peeking straight at you, dusky, pointed, waiting the return of your tongue. Her pussy winking between her thighs, a treasure hidden in a sea of smooth flesh.
You donât know whether to apologise for your lack of eloquence or thank her for being so incredibly distracting.
You kind of want to request that she turn around.
Mina laughs at what is certainly a stupid expression colouring your face; folds her arms across her chest, crosses one leg over the other. "Waiting for me to offer you a drink?"
You blink. âThought you already gave me one.â
She scrunches her nose, answers, âI was only being polite.â
âI think weâre well past that.â
Thereâs that gravity again; shifting around Mina, tilting the world towards her until sheâs pulling you into her apartment and youâre kicking the door closed behind you.
âThen hurry up and take me upstairs.â
â
Thereâs a part of you that feels like you should warn Mina when she tells you:
âLook, youâve kept me waiting too fucking long. I need your cock, your cum inside of me. Right now. Before itâs too late and I change my mind. So, just please, please, pleaseââ
But those kind of thoughts are lost halfway up the staircase; when you both decide that you just can't wait anymore, and your hands are back on her hips and your tongue is pushing into her throat.
Her fault, really.
Stripping you down the hallway, leaving a trail of your clothes through her kitchen; taking you by the cock. Firm, confident pumps as she leads you through her penthouse, refusing to give you a moment to breathe.
Because sheâs obsessed with it. Obsessed with how it fills her hand, how it jumps at her touch, how it throbs when she squeezes it, strokes it.
âSo big for me," Mina's saysâto you, to herself, to your cock. "So perfectly, impossibly, big for me."
Youâre never going to make it to the top.
Pressing her up against the banister, kissing her, hard. Deep, bruising kisses, because now that youâre out of the garden you donât give a fuck if youâre leaving marks.
You just want her to remember this night, to feel it in every pulse and every breath.
Make her think of you when sheâs with him, if she can even go back to him after this. Because youâll both know that sheâs yours even when sheâs not.
âYouâre going to ruin me, you know that?â
You look into Minaâs eyes. You can see it all, how the rest of the night will play out. You and Mina, tangled in her apartment. You and Mina, on top of the kitchen island. You and Mina, against the shower walls, on the living room floor, maybe even on the balcony.
You and Mina, until the sun rises.
You kiss her harder. âIs that a request?â
âOf course it is.â
Because now you actually have the time to appreciate her, to let your hands wander.
They glide over her body, mapping it out again, but slower this time. You've had your fill of the frantic touches, the greedy need. This is something else. This is savouring.
You start with your thumb at her navel, tracing the line down to her hips, then back up against to the base of her ribcage. Itâs the feel of the muscles in her stomach tensing and relaxing as you touch her, the inhale and the exhale. How ridiculously tiny her waist feels in your hand, how your palm fits so perfectly into the curve of her side that you swear sheâs been tailored for you.
Mina chokes on her breath as she tells you, âYouâre going to have to stop, or weâre not going to make it to the bedroom.â
You donât even slow down. You just donât care.
Your hand rises, higher, finds her breasts again; cupping it in your palm. A thumb rolls over her nipple.
You pinch. She gasps.
You smile into her neck. âSo, so, sensitive.â
Minaâs so willing, so keen to give herself over to you, to your touch. Youâve proven yourself to her already, made her cum with just your fingers and tongue. Now itâs just a matter of doing it all over againâbut slower, better, more thorough.
You palm her breasts, rolling and pinching them until theyâve been given the attention they deserve, until sheâs panting through your teases and caresses. Kneading the soft flesh beneath your hand and making her arch into your touch.
âYouâre really going to take your time, arenât you?â Mina mewls, half-sigh, half-plead. Grinding herself into you, making a shimmering mess on your waist. âGoing to torture me until I canât breathe.â
âIt is your fantasy.â
Pull her closer, take a handful of that perfect ass once again. It hasnât really been that long since you last had it in your hands but itâs all youâve had on your mind. What it looks like under proper lighting, what it feels like without the dress in the way. What kind of noises will she make when you grope, and she doesnât have to worry about anyone overhearing.
Press and squeeze, dig your fingers into her flesh. Not rough, but firm. Leaving little spots of red that will be gone by the morning.
Slide your finger down, down between her cheeks, and deeper, pressing into the sweet heat of her ass.
And then you feel it.
Her asshole. Wet and slick. Prepared.
A wink. A laugh. "Not my fault you're predictable."
You canât fucking wait anymore.
Sheâll just have to settle for the staircase.
Grab her by the hipsâher ass, and pull her down with you onto the steps, her legs straddling you as you sit down.
Take her inâall of her. The curve of her, the line of her spine, the fucking paradise thatâs her cheeks. Unbelievable.
You kiss into her back, follow down that trail right to where it swells, feeling the heat of her skin against your lips. Youâre going to ruin this ass; permanently plant your flag there, mark it as property of you and your cock until she canât take a seat without cursing your name.
Mina's shoulders tense when you pause, and she looks back over to you. There's a flash of nerves in her eyes, a gasp of "Here?" that's so faint you almost don't catch it.
Another kiss into her skin, you murmur, âHereâs perfect, Mina,â and she sighs when your finger presses against that puckered ring, cold with lubricant, made as ready as sheâs ever going to be.
Itâs the preparation that gets you; the idea of her in anticipation for you, for this, making sure sheâs nice and primed. Mina at the store, still wearing that dress, fresh from her orgasm, buying lube. Mina in her bathroom, stripping herself bare, toying with her asshole, making it perfect for you.
And Mina, now, eyes clenched shut, breaths heavy as your digit is pushing through, slipping into her, and sheâs so fucking tight around it.
âOh my god,â she hisses through her teeth, a quiver in her legs as you push deeper into her tight channel.
Your hands shoot to her thighs to steady her, a reassuring anchor to keep her from toppling over as your finger fills her completely, twisting and turning, slowly but surely easing her into the idea of being taken.
Itâs the moans that get you, the sighs as you intrude inside her. Sheâs so responsive, her breaths skipping and her pussy already starting to gush, coating your finger, your thighs, the steps below.
âYou doing okay?â
âYeahâyes,â Mina stutters, her footing slips just so, but she catches herself on the banister. âItâsâitâs intense. So intense. But donât stop, I can take it. I wantâI want more. I need this. I need this now, beforeâbefore I take all of you inside of me."
âYou want more?â You repeat her words, before giving her what she needsâadding a second finger, pressing them in deep, making sure sheâs good and open. The lube helps, but itâs the eagerness that gets her most of the way there; itâs that trust that she has in you, her willingness to let you take her here, in this way.
âYes, please,â Mina cries, doing everything she can to not collapse on top of you, to not come completely apart.
Youâre merciless, adding a third finger, stretching her until sheâs panting, until sheâs crying out, making this noise, this hushed whimper that takes the shape of your name.
âPlease, please, please,â Mina whispers to herself, pushing back against you, starting to rock back onto your hand, taking your fingers into her ass.
âNot yet, Mina, not yet,â you tell her, because even though sheâs close, even though sheâs begging, you want her to be absolutely fucking desperate for your cock when the moment comes.Â
You reach around her with your other hand, finding that button, already swollen and begging for attention. Playing with it, gently at first, a soft pressure to help her let go, to allow herself to let her voice echo up the staircase and through the penthouse.
God, how is she this sensitive, reactive to every little touch, to every exploration of her cunt, her ass, her body.
Itâs the ceremony of it all; this lurid, obscene ritual that youâre walking her through. Making her ass bounce on your hand in this hypnotic movement, making her stretch around your fingers, making her repeat your name over and over until sheâs convinced herself that all of her belongs to you.
These perfect, near-silent sighs. This unbelievable tightness. Minaâs body, turning itself into a fucking playground for your touch; to do with it as you will. Even if it means ruining her.
And itâs when you have her creaming all over you; down her thighs, making a mess of herself with these pushes and pulls, these declarations of how ready she is for you, that her body shakes with one last, long shiver.
She cums.
Softly, soundlessly, another cry of your name dying on her lips. A hand to your wrist to stop you abruptly, panting.
Tiny, tiny shivers, twitches in her thighs, around your fingers, leaving her barely there, barely with you. Head hanging low, chest heaving, catching her breath, putting herself back together again.
Time stretches before she's cognisant again, and she turns back, looking over her shoulder and straight at you. Eyes half-lidded, hazy, dripping with lust, anticipation, burning with need.
Deep, heavy breaths. And then Mina says the most devastating thing:
âIâm ready. Fuck my ass. Now. Please.â
A gunshot in the quiet of her home, rumbling through your bones.
Your fingers leave her ass, her cunt with a wet pop, forcing a whine from her throat at the sudden emptiness. A look at her asshole, how it clenches and unclenches, beckoning for you to fill it, to claim it as your own.
âGood girl.â
Holding her by the hips, lining her ass with your cock, nudging her opening with your tip and making her shiver. You donât go in immediately; you hover, giving her one last out, to really see if sheâs absolutely certain.
Mina trembles. Nods. Thatâs all the invitation you need.
âGod, Iââ
You push in, slow and steady, eyes on her ass as she takes you. So fucking tight, so intense, you can feel every part of her squeezing, accommodating you, moulding itself around your girth and swallowing you whole.
âTake it slow, darling, take it slow,â you whisper into her skin, guiding her down, telling her how good sheâs doing, how good she is for you, how much you love her tightness, her trust.
It seems impossible at first, the grip she has on you, like youâll never get in. But inch by agonising inch, she takes you, and itâs nothing short of total heaven.
Mina, so fucking beautiful in this moment of raw vulnerability; all sharp inhales and strained quivers wrecking through her, voice shaky as she tells you, âIâve never felt anything like this, I never thoughtâfuckâI never thought I could take anything like this.â
âYouâre doing so good,â you kiss your words into her, wrapping your arms around her, holding her.
âI canâI can do better,â she gasps, and you believe her.
But you still go slow, so painfully slow, even though every fibre of your being is screaming at you to just dig into her hips and slam into that glorious fucking ass and never look back.
âI can take it,â Mina breathes, âDo it, I can take it. I want all of you. In my ass. I can handle it.â
Mina nods, clenches her ass, her cheeks firming up around your throbbing cock.
âI want it to hurt so good.â
No more convincing required. You push in deeper, make her back stiffen, her muscles contract, making her cry.
Itâs a dance, a delicate ballet of bodies, of breath and touch, of your cock inside Minaâs ass. Lost in it, in the feel of skin on skin, the sound of wet, needy noises that sheâs making, her shudders in your arms.
Until finally, with a strangled gasp, sheâs fully seated. Youâre buried in her tight, hot ass, basking in the warmth of her, leaving you both winded and struggling for air.
Stillness overrides the moment, because itâs too perfect, too overwhelming, and the feeling. You need to get used to the feeling.
You break the silence first. âMina?â
âI know. I know.â
A kiss against her neck, scraping the soft skin there. A whisper in her ear, your breath hot and ragged.
âIâm going to fuck your ass now.â
You always keep your promises.
Mina answers by leaning back into you, her hand finding yours, her nails running along your fingers as if to say, âYes, please, now.â
Moving, so slow itâs almost painful. The drag of her ass around your cock like nothing youâve ever felt beforeâlike youâre sliding through warm, velvet-covered steel.
âFuck, yes, please,â with every inch you pull out, and âToo much, so good, too fucking much,â when you push back in, deeper and deeper still.
It builds and builds, this sweet agony, each pass in her ass faster, harder, turning Minaâs cries and wails into moans of pure bliss. It takes time and long, hard fucking for her body to relax into this rhythm, letting you take her, own her.
A vision above you, sweat glistening on her back, hair matted and sticking to her shoulders, and Minaâs ass, a snug ring around your cock. You watch as your cock slides out of her, the way her ass clenches around the head, holding on for just a second before pushing all the way back down.
You canât help but groan, âChrist,â as she moves on top of you like that. So gracefully, so beautifully, so fucking obscenely on your cock.
âThank youâGodâthank you, thank you, thank you.â Minaâs moans are pure music to your ears, sheâs babbling, talking through the pain, through the pleasure. âSo, so good, filling me likeâfuckânever been filled up like this.â
And as you push on, push further and further until your cock is melting inside her, burning her up in every way she's ever dared to dream, you can see the smile curling onto Minaâs face. Itâs pride, youâre realising. Proud of herself, proud of how she can take you, how she can handle this kind of depraved ecstasy.
âIt feels so deep.â
Tearing her open. Revealing the tender, delicate core beneath the glamour, the lights, the unreal beauty that is Mina. Leaving her sobbing, pleading, whining for more, more, more.
Bouncing on you now, each more assured than the last, cries of nothing but need. Opening up to accept you fully, completely, her ass a tight fucking sleeve for you, coming down and wrapping itself around you like a searing hot second skin.
You know the truth, but you still want to hear it.
âHow many?â
Mina has her answer ready: âYouâre theâyouâre the first.â
You grin. A smug, triumphant baring of teeth that spreads from ear to ear. âI have no fucking idea how thatâs possible. How nothing has ever been up this tight, perfect little asshole.â
âOh, there's been toys,â Mina moans, strained and shaky as you pump into her, âBut youâre just the first that's real.â
âThen your boyfriend is a fucking idiot,â you growl into her ear, your hand moving to her throat, gently clasping, making her gasp, making her eyes go wide with shock, with excitement. âHe doesnât know what he has.â
âEnough about my boyfriend,â Mina's quick to answer, snapping, her head thrown back, eyes screwed shut. âEven thoughâeven ifâhe wouldnât, couldnât dream of filling me like this. Filling me up so much that it hurts, so much thatâfuck, it feels so right, so fucking rightââ
âYou love this, donât you, Mina?â You ask, but all Mina can do is nod vigorously, too overrun by the fucking to form words. âUnderneath it all, youâre just a dirty slut for it, arenât you? Letting me use this pretty, tight ass like this.â
âIââ she stutters, right before confessing, âI love it.â
She slams her hips down on you, the stairs groaning with each thrust, not built to withstand this kind of punishment.
âI love that itâs you, love that youâre the first. I canât believe itâjustâI need it. I need your cock in me, so deepâI need you, I need you, I need youâso please don't stop.â
âI would never dream of stopping.â
Never.
Not when sheâs begging like this, her voice hoarse and her body quaking. When she sighs and shivers every time you fuck a little faster, push a little harder, testing just how much she can take.
Tits jiggling with every thrust, cunt leaking all the way down your thighs, ass puckering and loosening.
Her whole body, yours.
Yours for the taking. Minaâs divine body, in all its sharp planes and ridged muscles, squeezing and coiling at every juncture, every penetration setting her alight.
You declare it, even though it doesn't need to be said. âMade for me.â
âYes,â sheâs nodding. Or rather, letting her head fall into one. âGod yes.â
âJust been waiting for me for so long, havenât you? Been waiting for the right cock to come along and split you in half.â Youâre saying these things, these stinging words that you fuck into Mina, send shooting through her like sparks. Sheâs a live-wire, a fucking blackout waiting to happen.
Weeping down her thighs, choking out every whine, âYes,â she whispers, âyes, yes, yes, been needing to be ruined. Needing it, needing you. So much, so much, soâfuckingârightââ
âFucking criminal that you had to wait,â youâre saying, loving this, so enraptured by all of it. âBut Iâm here now.â
Mina shivers, pussy clenches, and she just canât stop saying, âYours, yours, yoursââ
Completely, totally yours, now.
You know it. She knows it.
Itâs written in the way she takes your cock, in the way she loses herself to you, loses all semblance of composure and decorum, peels back all the carefully curated layers that make her Mina, until all there is to see and touch is the raw, unfiltered need that youâve unleashed from underneath.
"Touch me, fuck me, take me, take my ass, I need moreâ"
Again, your fingers find her folds, sticky and swollen and waiting.
You touch her, press down on her clit. Circling it with the same rhythm as your hips. Striking a match in a dark room, lighting up her body in this blaze.
The noises that it all makes; the slosh of your fingers at her cunt, the squelch of your cock invading her ass, so fucking explicit, so fucking filthy.Â
Sheâs erratic, breath catching, throat pulsing against your fingers, and she somehow, impossibly, clenches even more around you, suffocating your cock with just her tight, tight ass.
You keep that same tempo. That desperate, fucking unyielding beat thatâs going to make her come, going to turn this idol, this mystery, this drop-dead fucking gorgeous woman who should belong to someone else but is now screaming proudly just how much sheâs yours, into nothing but a trembling mess of whimpers and whines.
âMore, fuckâoh my god, oh my fucking godâitâs so fucking goodâso goodâso fucking goodââ
Sheâs reaching her peakâher voice, her body, her cunt, her assâall of her reaching that perfect crescendo of pleasure that youâve been orchestrating, that youâve been waiting for.
âIâve neverâno oneâs everâfuck, fuck, fuckââ
Sinking into her, making her feel like sheâs being torn apart and remade with every stroke, making her feel nothing like sheâs ever felt before, making her feel like nothing but your fucking whore.
So, so close, barrelling towards it now, all these tears running down her cheeks, these filthy words slipping from her lips. Coming apart in your arms, because sheâs never been this filled, this complete.
âGoing toâgoing to cumâfuck me, harder, harderâgoing to cum all over your cockââ Mina tells you, a warning, the last one you get before she screams, âToo goodâfilling meâso goodâgive it to meâGodâI can never go backââ
She shatters. Monumentally.
Into a million tiny pieces of pleasure, each one more brilliant than the last.
Her body spasms, her ass squeezes so fucking tight around your cock that you can feel the orgasm ripping through her, up her spine, through her throat, until sheâs crying out and itâs hitting your earsâ
âOh my God, I'm going toâjust, say my nameâplease, say my name when Iââ
âMina,â you say, and she cums.
âMina,â you repeat when her pussy floods over your hand, ass smothers your cock.
âMina,â again when it ripples across her skin, leaves her in fits, uncontrollable quakes, consumed by pure, unfiltered joy.
You watch the whole thingâwatch her scream your name, watch her shake and quiver and fall apart, right there on your cock; and you're fucking her through it all, fucking her well past it, chanting âMinaâ over and over again.
You'll never forget this, never forget this sightâthis woman, this star, built up and broken down just for you.
âMine,â you bite into her ear, because now, itâs true.
Minaâs barely there, eyes glassy, hand cradling your face. But sheâs able to say it, because itâs branded into every bone of her body: âYours.â
Itâs a complete disaster.
And now you're cumming.
Brand new sensations, devastation in full measureâyour soul ripped from your chest, until all thatâs left is this impulsive, overwhelming need to give her your all, your everythingâto fill her entire existence with just you.
You drive your cock into her once more, impaling her deep, and let go.
It floods her, rushes inside her, spills and spills.
Mina can't do anything but feel itâevery pulse, every spurt. She throws her head back, her mouth open in this silent plea, satisfaction painted across her face as your heat surges inside her. Her ass milks you, needy for every drop, so, so thirsty for it.
âIt'sâcumming inside my assâso, so nice, keep cumming for me.â
You hold onto her, throb inside her, pump ropes into her, and there's a kissâhot and clumsyâsomewhere in the midst of it all, your mouths colliding and tongues wrapping around each other in a futile attempt to last just that little bit longer.
Getting all dizzy and spellbound, floating back down to the ground as the last waves of your climaxes start to subside, until one of you says, âThank you,â and the other echoes it back.
You stay like that, swallowed up inside her, dripping out of her ass. Lowering one hand from her throat, rising the other from her pussy, pulling her into an embrace, keeping her as close as you can while you both try to put yourselves back together.
Itâs sex that soaks the air, fills the penthouseâsweat, lube, the musk of all the evidence you're leaving behind. Intoxicating, breathing it in, setting your nerves alight, rousing your cock inside her all over again.
But Mina, sheâs a stunning catastrophe, torn asunder in all the best ways. Perfection not marred, but made better. Completed. Looking up at you with wonder, with gratitude, with a smile.
You look down at her and admit it, âPerfect.â
Mina laughs out loud, âDisastrously perfect.â
âThis is going to be a problem, isnât it?â
You kiss her once more.
Mina kisses you back.
âOnly if we make it one.âÂ
â
You think you can read her mind.
And she, yours.
Itâs the only way any of this makes senseâhow perfect you fit together, how well you read each other; fill each otherâs needs without use of any words outside of curses and names and strangled pleas.
Printed onto your DNA, carved into your bones, these exact pathways you shape through her home and into her skin.
You do make it to the bedroom, somehow.
And then, exactly as predicted:
The shower, where Mina takes you into her mouth, gags herself around you, covers herself in your cum before letting the water wash it all away.
Then the kitchen, polishing off a bottle of wine, slurring promises into Minaâs cunt, having her rake the back of your scalp and scream the same promises back into your ears.
And finally, the living room, folding her over the couch, tumbling onto the floor with Mina, riding you so hard the neighbours below start banging on their ceiling in protest.Â
It's only the balcony that goes untouched.
Maybe another time.
But thatâs where it ends: sprawled across a lush rug, sticky with sweat and cum and wine, naked and bare. Ignoring the watchful eyes of the photos that line the walls and shelvesâfamily, friends, her boyfriend. Just living in this bubble where the sun will never rise and the world outside ceases to exist.
Getting to know each other in ways few people ever do.
Tracing patterns into the small of her back, asking these questions. Is this what you always imagined you would be doing? How you thought your life would be? Does it ever actually feel enough?
Mina pokes and prods back, her nails lightly scraping against your chest, leaving half-moons in her wake. Do you think you could ever be happy? Do you ever wonder why itâs so hard for other people to keep up? Are you fucked up in all the same ways as me?
And itâs so easy to answer truthfully, to be honest, because youâre both still maintaining the façade of this just being a simple fling; a blip along the timeline of your lives.
The yours and mine of it all, all those promises you were spilling. Just callous words tossed in the throes of passion.
They didnât mean anything real.
Because itâs not like youâre going to see each other again, not like thereâs going to be a mess of emotions and consequences that will have to be dealt with in the morning after.
Eventually though, the light does slip through the curtains, the clothes come back on, and youâre kissing Mina against the doorway and thinking of a million reasons why you should stay.
"So, how long are we going to pretend that this is normal?" You broach, and it immediately feels like youâre breaking some unspoken rule.Â
Minaâs keeping herself busy, hands at your shirt, buttoning it back into place, one by one. Hiding away evidence that her mouth, her lips, her teeth were ever on you.
She looks up at you. Smirks. âFucking âtil the break of dawn, giving each other orgasms that never quite end? Flooding each one of my holes with your cum?âÂ
You tilt your head.Â
âI donât know. This whole thing is⊠unique. Uncharted territory and all.â
âIt goes without saying, but, yeah. Same for me.â You echo, âUnique.â
You reach for her, smoothing her hair back. The early morning light makes it shine like a crown of jewels.Â
âDo you want it to stay that way?â
Mina considers. Leans into your hand. âYou think we should make a habit out of this? I didnât pin you for the type.â
âNeither did I, but it didnât seem so bad when you were riding me on that couch,â you tease. âAnd in the shower, and on the staircase, and in the kitchenâŠâ
She blushes, lips caught between her teeth, looking like sheâs struggling to hold in a laugh. Thereâs this glint in her eye as her hand wanders up to your cheek, thumb hovering just shy of your mouth. For a second, you think sheâs going to kiss you again.
But instead, she just looks at you.
Eyes you with something close to fascination, something that makes your heart stop. And you're reading each otherâs minds again, knowing you're both going to lie, going to pretend like this was just a one-night thing. Something the two of you can easily wipe your hands with and walk away from like it never even happened.
Because this really is the first timeâyouâve never done anything like this before. Sure youâve dipped your toe in the pool of commitment, paddled around in the shallow end, but youâve never fallen for someone proper.
Never worried about what someone's going to be doing when youâre not there, never thought about whether youâd be better off sticking around to find out.Â
But you have a job. A company to run.
And Mina, a career. A boyfriend. A life.
So, you donât make plans.
You donât even ask for her number.
You don't need to.
Deep down inside you know youâll find her again.
For now though, you spin your bullshit: âItâs probably for the best if we donât, though.â
âProbably.â Mina agrees, but she can hear the same ticking clock as you.
The timer thatâs already started, counting down to when sheâll inevitably be undoing the same buttons, redrawing the same patchwork of red and pink across your chest, and pulling you into her home and into her; fucking her pussy, her ass, her mouth, in all the ways she needs, until youâre spilling out of her all over again.
 âDefinitely.â Mina unlocks the front door. âFor the best.â
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Veneration
Marcus Acacius x f!reader
Rating: E
a/n: another piece from Ao3 â enjoy! â€ïž
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âWhere is she?â
Marcus stalks into his chambers, his white cape billowing behind him, a guard following in his wake.
âI asked for her, sir. Iâm not sure where she is. She ââ
âJust find her,â he growls, frustration etched on his face.
The guard makes a hasty apology, slipping from the room. âYes, sir. Right away.â
Candles fill the space, pools of shadows gathered around the edges. The fabric on the bed is rich and decadent, every piece of decoration in the room dripping with luxury.
Itâs jarring, after so many months living in a battle tent.
A table filled with food in abundance, he bypasses everything on it for the jar of heady wine. Pouring himself a cup, he drinks deeply.
He thumbs at the slice on his neck, smearing blood on the tips of his fingers. His hands are used to being drenched in blood, crusted with it, the firm hold of a sword nearly molded to the creases of his palm.
It took everything he had not to raise it to the fucking pup who cut him. The one who is so careless and callous, he threatens to burn down everything Marcus has worked for.
All of his protection, wasted. His entire career, played with for sport.
Where is she?
He rips the pin off his tunic, tossing it to the side â he should be more careful with it, but heâs in no mood to be careful with anything. The laurel comes next; the stupid fucking pageantry. Heâs a general, a man made of sweat and blood and his fingers tear at the clasps of his armor, but he quickly gives up, pouring another cup of wine. Beautiful and untarnished, the armor is all for show, just like the adornments they covered him with.
It felt good to ride through the city and wave to the people he has been campaigning for months, but he could do without the show of it all. He recognizes the need for celebration, and heâll gladly give it to them, but he wishes he could do it in his actual armor. The one he defends their city in. The one nicked with a thousand dents from a thousand swords. The leather that fits to his body like a second skin, and he wished for it during the ceremony more than ever, wanting to present himself to the city like the soldier he is.
He sighs, the weight of the day resting heavy on his shoulders. Heâd hoped heâd feel more relieved after his conversation with Lucilla, that maybe heâd finally have someone useful he could persuade to act â and yet, the conversation was fruitless.
Frustration throbs behind his eyes, and he closes them, rubbing at his brow.
âYouâd think someone who just had a parade held in their honor would look a little less plagued.â
At your voice, his head snaps up. He watches you slip into the room, servant girls on your heels.
He shakes his head, a stern look on his face. âAlone.â
His command is clear, and you obey, dismissing the girls with a slight wave. All for show in the first place, they turn and leave the two of you.
âWhere have you been?â he asks. âIâve been waiting to see you since we entered the gates.â
You walk closer, bending to pick his cape off the floor. âYou know Iâm not allowed up there with them.â You finger the rich fabric, fighting the urge to bring it to your nose just to inhale his scent.
A scent youâve missed for almost a year now. A scent that was pressed into your bedding before he left, a scent you used to have memorized from the soft divot just underneath his ear. Oil and sweat and a heady fragrance that clung to his curls and clothes - one youâd been longing for since he left you behind for the promise of North Africa.
âI know,â he answers. âI thought youâd come to see me sooner. Or that I would have seen your face along the route.â
âWould you even have remembered what it looked like?â
Itâs childish, the question. You know it, but a barrier comes up automatically, placing protection around your heart. You were so sure of your bond until you saw him climb those steps, taking his place alongside the Emperor. A tiny prick of doubt at the display of his status bled within you, and though you want nothing more than to run to him for reassurance, you canât bring yourself to do it.
âHow can you even ask that?â he asks lowly, hurt and frustration buried between his dark brows.
He steps closer, and yet you withhold, standing your ground.
You did see him on the route, hidden in the back of the crowd, watching from underneath the hood of your robe. The second you heard he was approaching the city, anticipation stole the air from your lungs, so strong that you had to stop your chores. A thousand different scenarios of reuniting with him swirled through your mind, all of them abruptly stopped by the remembrance that you couldnât greet him. Not in public, not where anyone could see. You watched him instead from the depths of the crowd, feeling pride as he rode past.
There, he looked like a shining god. Here, in front of you, he looks older.
Aged in a way that makes him even more handsome, there is new gray along his temples. More, along the curve of his jaw. The candlelight catches strands that mix in with his dark curls, and you take in the wrinkles the line the edges of his eyes, the ones that crease his forehead. The one between his brows was there before he left, only itâs deeper now - something you know has to do with the way you havenât touched him yet.
âThis finery suits you,â you muse, fingering the edge of his armor.
He scoffs, catching your hand in his. Bringing it to his mouth, you watch with rapt attention as his lips mold to your knuckles, one delicate kiss after another.
âI hate it,â he mumbles against your skin.
You smile. âThen letâs remove it.â
â
Heâs patient as you help, but barely.
You can feel the tension radiating off his body as you unclasp his armor and lift it off, the heavy leather set to the side. His eyes stay trained on you as you guide his thick tunic upwards, discarding it onto the floor. He stands in his underclothes for a moment before you sink to your knees and undo the tie at his waist, letting them fall as well. Bare now for your eyes, you inspect him from your position, your hands running over his skin.
Itâs familiar, yet not: new wounds that have healed, new scars for your touch. He stirs under your exploration, twitching along his thigh, but you donât give into the touch you know he wants - not yet. You used to spend hours exploring his body: working oil into his tired muscles, memorizing the firm planes of them born in the training yard. Heâs just as thick and strong as you remember, maybe even more so now.
Standing, you turn to retrieve a strigil from his bedside table, undoing the clasp of your tunic with one hand with your back facing him. It falls from your shoulders, slipping onto the floor in a puddle of cloth and when you turn to face him, the hunger in his gaze at your nakedness floods you with arousal.
âThey bathed me before the parade,â he says dismissively, glancing at the tool in your grip.
You had a ritual before he left: he would summon you to his chambers, and be waiting for you. Youâd help him undress, and sometimes youâd bathe him, but sometimes he liked it better this way - your small hands smearing rich oil along his tanned skin, your fingers working it in. The deliberate strokes of the strigil swept along the lines of his muscles, the tool gathering all the grime and the dust and the sweat from the yard. Never enough that it disappeared though. You smelt it on you when you slipped from his chambers later that night, always pressed into your limbs, his seed trickling from between your thighs.
Assuming he wants the same veneration tonight, youâre surprised when his hand flicks out faster than youâre prepared for, his grip relentless on your wrist. It tightens, and he pulls you towards him, your back to his front. The heat of his body is flush with yours, the weight of his cock thick along the curve of your ass.
âHow long Iâve waited to have you,â he breathes into your ear, his tone a growl that sends a shiver down your spine. The scruff along his jaw scrapes against your skin, and you melt into him. âWhy are you doing this?â
You drop the stirgil on the tiled floor, the sound barely heard over the pounding of your heart. Letting yourself lean against the thick, broad plane of his chest, his hand lets go of your wrist to skate up your side, roughly palming the weight of your breast. He groans when he touches it, a relieved one that blends with your softer moan, and his other hand curls around your front, cupping you firmly between your thighs. His fingers reach for the curve of your entrance, his teeth scraping along your shoulder when he finds you wet. His touch lingers there, his fingers spreading you to find more evidence of your need.
There is a tension that still vibrates from his form behind you, hidden underneath his skin. Heâs holding himself back just for you, and though you want nothing more than to put aside your hesitation and your pride, itâs actually easier to do it this way. To encourage him to take, so different than the sweet murmurs youâve wished for in the night, less vulnerable than the tender touch of his hands.
You want it to hurt, just like youâve hurt, and you know he also needs this right now.
Your hand rests upon his, sliding it up.
Up, up, up until it circles your throat.
He flexes his grip, his fingers pressing into your pulse that thrums underneath his touch. You give him silent permission â permission to be the one he wants to be with you sometimes.
Permission for him to be rough, like he is in battle.
Permission to take you as he needs to take you.
Tilting your head to the side, you whisper against his scruffed cheek. âIâm yours, General.â The title gives away the game, your slip into character. âTell me what you want.â
Your words set him alight, his body moving just how it does on the field: in control, precise, power emanating from his stance when he tugs you away from him and pushes you to your knees. He blocks out the light above you, his fingers curling around your chin to pull you closer. Your hands splay on his sturdy thighs to catch your balance, and he steps forward, crowding you.
âOpen your mouth.â
An order, like he was born to give.
Dutifully you do, and he wastes no time feeding himself between your warm, wet lips. The thick tip of his cock brushes against your bottom lip, the weight of him smearing across your tongue the deeper he gets. He tastes so good and so familiar, so musky and masculine, and your tongue runs along the underside of his shaft, curving to the skin as he hardens even more. You slide it along every ridge, every vein of his thick cock, and when he pulls back just before pushing himself deeper with a groan, you swirl your tongue around the rounded tip.
Going back for more, you do it again.
Your hands slide up his thighs to his hips, your fingers digging into the skin, and you pull him deeper, encouraging it. He groans loud and shameless, your cunt throbbing when you look up to the light flickering over his skin. It looks so rich and real , your hands slipping backwards to palm the curve of his ass with a greedy grab.
The release of want pours from you both, his body still tight with tension but a different type of tension: not frustration, but need.
He gives in, thrusting into your mouth harder, flickering candlelight catching the drool that gathers around the edges of your mouth and slides down your chin. Your cheeks hollow, his thumb fitting into the indented curve. Your eyes shut tight, his cock pushing against the tight ring of your throat. He holds there for a moment, and then pulls out, his is cock glistening and he strokes it while you catch your breath, but youâre already grabbing for him before youâre ready.
âI want more,â you beg, your voice hoarse. âTake what you need.â
He strokes himself faster, harder, his stomach tensing.
âI know youâre holding back, but donât. Take anything you want from me. I can take it.â
Those are the words that do it. He growls, his hand palming the back of your head to force you back onto his cock. He pushes it past your lips as far as it will go and then some, not stopping this time when he reaches your throat. He feels the tight, constricting curve of it, and pushes a little further still, thickening at the strangled whine you let out into the dark curls at the base. Swiping the hair from your face, he cups your cheeks in his hands and angles your face to turn up towards his own.
Then, he fucks.
His pace is relentless, brutal, his cock slipping into the tight fist of your throat with every thrust forward. Stars dance along your vision, your chin soaked with spit. Desperation radiates from him, his grip tightening on your face, your fingers digging crescents into his hips and he groans, wanting more pain.
A familiar ache, one that heâs used to. Something to distract him from the deeper pain of your hesitation when you first walked in the room. Deeper still, the ache he felt for you while he was gone.
âYou have no idea how much I missed you. How much I missed this.â Every word of his confession is mixed with his heavy breaths, with soft grunts from the back of his throat.
You hum, a tiny frown pulling between your brows. You missed him just as much, missed this just as much â the way he emanates authority, the way he bends and molds and positions you just like his soldiers, to do as he bids.
He pushes you further, shedding the frustration and pent up tension of the day with every harsh stroke. He feeds it to you, makes you swallow it as it pours from him into your waiting mouth and an ache blooms in your throat, your jaw tense with the effort of trying to stay open wide enough for him to fit. Slipping your slim hand between his strong thighs, you cup his heavy balls with a tender squeeze â a touch that makes his head tip back as they draw up.
Harder, faster and then he doesnât give you any warning before he fists your hair and pulls you off his cock, stroking it with a slick, rapid beat to come on your chest. Your collarbones, the swell of your breasts.
More, when you start to smear it into your skin like oil, pressing it into your skin.
When heâs finished, he sags with release â though you know heâs not done. His hands reach for you, pulling you up off the floor and then finally â finally â he kisses you.
Fevered and desperate, his mouth open to taste yours, his tongue sliding against your own. Your fingers thread through his curls to keep him close, and his own dig forcefully into your skin, as if youâll disappear if he doesnât hold you tight. They splay to slide up your back and down again, stretch to cup the curve of your bottom and he lifts you to carry you over to his bed. He means to drop you there so he can sink to his knees, but when you cling to him, he falls with you, his weight settling over your body.
This â this is what you dreamed of every night he was away. This is what you held onto, this is what you missed. This version of Marcus that no one else gets. Not the stoic General, but rather the tender touch of his calloused hands. The slide of his body against yours, the murmurs of his adoration poured along the column of your neck.
Your legs wind around his waist, your hips canting up and he groans into your mouth at the sticky smear you leave on his stomach. More than ready for him, desperate for it.
âMy love, I need a minute.â
My love. The endearment fills your heart until tears leak from the corners of your eyes, and you pull him closer, wanting to be buried underneath his bulk. Winding your arms around his neck, you keep his mouth pressed against yours, only to frown when he pulls away.
âI need a minute,â he repeats, his head bending to brush his mouth along your throat. âBut let me indulge myself in the meantime.â
You watch the muscles in his thick shoulders shift as he holds himself above you and bends his head, taking your breast into his mouth. Itâs a greedy suck, his hand pushing the soft weight of it up so he can fit more. His teeth scrape against the peak, and then heâs moving onto the other one, giving it the same attention while you moan underneath him.
Down further still, he presses kisses along your belly, against each hip. Your thighs open wider, making room for him. A part of you expects him to tease you like you did him, but he doesnât â he settles in, hooking his arms under your thighs and spreads you wide right before he bends to devour.
Your hands rest upon the top of his head; your own version of a laurel resting on his curls. No adornments, no finery, no pristine armor and gold.
Your eyes close, savoring the slow, wide licks of his tongue. The devotion he gives your cunt with every slick, firm slide.
Not the General that the city fears and adores in equal measure - just Marcus, bending the knee for you.
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INTERLUDE
m reader x haewon // 9k words
Youâll give credit where itâs due.
If not for her, you wouldnât be here - and if not for you, she would have quit the logistical side of the show business a long, long time ago.Â
She's written her own sweet, tragic, but beautiful tale of madness; willing to stay amidst the whirlwinds of shit sheâs put herself through, and you can somewhat see as to why.Â
Itâs when sheâs let herself into the space of your apartment, hours past of the usual and typical workday. Most of the reasons in this case have their own tales and periods of reflection the next morning - though, a common thread of events that youâve been accustomed to is the trail of her heels leading a path to the couch, her handbag tossed off to the opposite end, sinking into the cushions. Sheâs tired, and very unbothered.Â
Youâre doing your own pat down not far from her. A jacketâs tossed onto the nearby chair of your dining table; the usual essentials of your phone, wallet, and one of many pairs of glasses also find their place away from your reach.Â
âSince when the hell did you snag my keys from me?â You ask, patting down the quartet of pockets to realize the sudden item wasnât part of the things you rummaged off your body.Â
âItâs called sleight of hand, dear.â Haewon says, a phone spinning in the air and to a nearby pillow, âThatâs what happens when you leave a key with me after our last outing. Have someone to blame? Let that be yourself.âÂ
âI was wondering why you were taking longer getting out of the car.âÂ
âGirls like to take their sweet time.âÂ
âYour point being?âÂ
âMy point?â She sits up and leans forward, diverting her attention towards one of the gacha items that you got as a gift from one of her clients - a token of gratitude, for being wonderful with me - you recall the memory for a split second, and Haewon keeps on flipping it around between her fingers. âDonât get too pressed now. Itâs not like you would be locked out of your house for that long. Besides, your landlordâs seen me with you more times than he can count. If I were to ask him for the master key, heâd probably say yes.âÂ
âSpeculation,â you breathe, âHonestly, you can try, and I think you could be on his good side for all I know.âÂ
A few wisps of her hair fall far off the side, and she pulls it back with a single finger. Even in the dimmest of lightings, you can still see the small twinge of her nose pulling back, flaring her nostrils. Then she flicks her eyes back toward you, hooking. âYouâve always let me lead the way, and youâre following not far behind.âÂ
Youâre tending to the cuffs of your shirt, rolling them up just below the elbows. âI do a whole lot more than just my job.âÂ
âTch,â Haewonâs got the tip of her tongue on her upper teeth. âYou know well enough that it cuts both ways.âÂ
Almost as if this was practiced on cue, these sliding strides you make as Haewon picks herself up from her seat, itâs like two characters taking center stage. The lightingâs barely peeking through for you to see where everythingâs leveled. Doesnât matter how much effort you put into it, Haewonâs frame is the only thing you see, the weight on your shoulders start to droop from the imaginary weight on them. You can probably settle with how the luminating radiance of the night sky showers her porcelain skin or the way her silhouette molds itself in the meshing colors of this cozy dark blue pooling through behind her. Thereâs also the fleeting realization that this is your space that sheâs nestling in. But you canât ignore the sudden occasional chill that sweeps through every time she walks in - even when itâs after hours, the effect is still in play.Â
Haewonâs treating another few strands of her hair behind her ear before looking down at the small toy on your table top. âNot a bad idea for you to start a collection going.âÂ
You glance over her shoulder and pull a firm grin across your face. âYou know, I was a bit perplexed in why she gave that to me in the first place - after I politely refused so many times.â A shake of your head and a sigh follows instantly after. âBut the more I look at it, itâs pretty cute to have. Brings a whole lot of variety in the place right off the bat.âÂ
Haewon dips her head down, hiding a subtle smirk when touches the tips of her socks on the floor. âI know that you fancy your books and everything but, I was happy that you took her gift in the end.âÂ
âExpecting me to just say no?âÂ
âBlind boxes are a life lesson too. People expect one thing and when they donât get what they want, theyâre pretty torn to whether to be happy or not with what they pulled. Now that I think about it, the same lesson can be seen in Forrest Gump when heâs sitting on the bench with the old lady.âÂ
âA lot of people can resonate with Forrest in that moment. Probably because almost everybodyâs got something that they didnât want in the first place, and Iâll take your word for it.â You slide your hands into your pockets, rolling your shoulders back. âMakes people appreciate the many things they have.âÂ
Haewon cocks her head towards her left, bringing it back upright once her bodyâs facing yours. Youâre holding your breath here for a second, swallowing a lump of nervousness down your throat. Sheâs got it all: the intellect, the beauty, the poise. Each and every single one of those thoughts crosses both ways in your mind, itâs been like that since you got paired with her. The authenticity of her presence doubles down whatâs written on paper. Like any fool in this scenario, you carry on, thinking about all of the things youâd never thought youâd do with her - the way she tries to hide the growing blush on her face when your arms hold her, how her eyelids lower their guard when youâre closing the proximity to mere inches, how she sighs with a finger pressed to her temple before whipping some of her hair back - adorable, and perfect. Thereâs really no other way to describe it, or her; even if sheâs not very adamant into accepting the meaningful compliments.Â
âMaybe youâre right.â Her small frame nestles itself easily at your front and sheâs happily dancing her fingers at the pointe end of your necktie, fiddling along with the button beneath it. Youâre deluding yourself at the imaginary tug she has on you and sheâs barely laid a finger. âScratch that, I wholeheartedly agree.âÂ
Youâd wish that you could make a quick snapshot back to the very time you first unraveled her in your home, on an evening whim just like this. The proposition of pulling up a mental calendar and ripping off the pages backwards to a full two years of working with her. Though, youâre able to automatically deduce the fact of the time you and her actually spent working together - a good portion of those cases in the sheets which is worth considering - but despite all that, thereâs a good report to draw up in your head where the times flowed in fluctuations, much like in a spectrogram. Some of the days with her peaked higher than the rest, and others were on the opposite end of the spectrum. Thatâs just how this rapport- this relationship was.Â
Haewon never really dabbled with the idea of putting a label on this âthingâ you have with her.Â
It could be a relationship, or maybe it couldnât. She would always immediately shut down that thought circling around your brain.Â
A tried and true method in getting your hopes up. And each and every time she shot your heart down. It would send you in limbo for what feels like an endless string of days, the firm tone with her delivery very clear and straight to the point. You canât help yourself in waiting for something to change; heck, itâs possibly everything you ever wanted with her.Â
It also didnât help when the people in your inner circle were already in their own walks of life, blooming into something beautiful with their significant others; while youâre sitting off to the side, watching them from a distance as it feels like with every passing day, youâre falling further and further behind. There isnât enough space in your journal, let alone the selection of drinks to choose from after being downed, but the feeling remains all the same - itâs a harrowing want to fill that depression oh-so desperately.Â
âWhatever happened to âkeeping things professionalâ?â Dipping your head down as the tip of your nose hovers right above her head, catching the first few whiffs of that oceanic scent used in her shampoo. âWasnât it your words exclusively that we would stop what weâre doing now? At this moment?âÂ
This time, you were the one to raise that wall up, hoping that itâll stick after being broken down so many times.Â
âMine?â Haewon blurts out once her hands finally reach to the lines of your shoulders, palms sliding along the fabric of your shirt. âWhat about it? Donât try to flip this back on me when we were just talking outside in the staircase and then you decided to push me against the door, perch my chin up and-âÂ
âHaewon.âÂ
âOne night. That one night. You-âÂ
âHaewon.â You know that sheâs primarily the one who likes to repeat herself at times to get her point across, but not tonight.
She sighs, head falling forward in your chest. âAlright, Iâll bite. Yes, those were my words, and I stand by them. Sheâs trying her hardest to ignore your overwhelming stature, because she knows your truth; she knows, and knows, and knows.âBut that doesnât mean that what I tell you is enough to sway your mind, nor your choice.â
Her words tell you one thing, but her body welled up against yours tells you another.Â
âHaewon,â you repeat again, blinking it through. Your voice slightly chokes up when her thumb skates up the line of your jaw, letting her pull get the best of you, breath canvassing the slope where your chin and neck meet. âYouâre not helping yourself here.âÂ
âItâs been a long day,â she admits, kissing you foolishly, her fingers slither to the back of your head. Your hands have a mind of their own while it tries to scrounge up whatâs left of her melting figure, humming gently into your skin. âYou couldâve like- taken me home, or something. Rather than bring me here, because we both know how this story goes.âÂ
âDonât get all sensical with me now,â you say to her, hand quick to her wrist in an attempt to stop her, but sheâs seen that card played before. âYou were the one to tell me to get the hell out of the office as fast as we could, and here we are.âÂ
Haewon flashes her eyes at you, narrowing her expression with the simple tilt of her head. âI guess youâre right. Either I call a cab home or have you as my personal driver. Looks like the second option was the best one to pick between the two.âÂ
âYou did look tired.âÂ
âBecause I am.â Her eyebrows ruffle against each other when you drop the blunt response as she returns to the slacked neck along with her wrists. âAfter the shitstorm with Bae, and then with Sullyoon? God, donât even get me started. You were there when everything went down.âÂ
âIn fact I was.âÂ
She scowls with a much more dragged out tone with her voice, the stress pressing down on her lips returning to their familiar parted place. âIâm trying so hard to not think about it, but itâs just- ugh.âÂ
âA problem to be dealt with tomorrow,â you tell her, hands bringing her closer to your waist. âJust donât think.âÂ
âEasy for you to say.â Haewon deadpans, her face shifting flat with dead eyes. âAnd itâs easier for it to be said than done.âÂ
âWhy not do it, then?âÂ
âHuh?âÂ
âIâm asking you to not focus on work for once, genius.âÂ
âThis is me not focusing on work,â she says, pouting, âyouâre the one whoâs not letting me go in the first place.âÂ
You manage to look away for a quick second, closing your eyes to fight back the growing cringe rising on your face. âSays the one who waltzed into my house and arms right now.âÂ
Haewon lets out another dry laugh, resting the side of her face below your collar, pulling down on the slightly untied knot. âWell, I guess I can let you have that over me. Iâll admit that.âÂ
A deep inhale puffs up your chest as youâre carding your fingers into those coffee brown locks of her hair, massaging her temple.Â
âConsider that to be one of your few wins against my arguments. Why bother tell you my personal thoughts about the details we talked about in the meetings earlier, or even in the office.â She sighs again deeply, burrowing herself into your embrace. âWhat I would do to give that pretty dumbass a-âÂ
âIâm pretty sure youâve already said that to her earlier, by the way.âÂ
Haewon looks up again, recalling for a quick second, closing her lips before sounding a simple hum. âRight, I guess I did.âÂ
âYou donât have to handle this all by yourself, you know.âÂ
âWhat if I want to, hm?â She beams. The flip in her mood is always an anomaly in the way that sheâs brushing herself up closer to you. âYou know my business - my affairs, but I didnât tell you all of them.âÂ
Youâre well familiar with the playing field sheâs setting up here. Itâs a battleground thatâs seen it all between the two of you, the losses outweighing the victories (and by an overwhelming margin on her end too). Sheâs always the one to initiate, to set up, your thoughts already getting ahead with the same downward tilt of your head, hands caressing the fabric of her skirt, finding a familiar hold of her hips like one would always do at the start of every slow dance.Â
Of course you stay silent, blinking. âWell- Haewon, Iâve got no other choice but to hear you ramble all about them, since itâs my job.âÂ
âYou know most of them.âÂ
âLike you said: most.âÂ
Haewon rests herself into you, the lines of tape gradually coming undone. The scent of her shampoo hits your nose a little bit harder this time, her palms sliding up across your chest again. She innocently tilts her head up, parting her lips; tiny, rosy, and dangerously inviting. You have no other thought filling your mind but to lift her up and capture her all to yourself.Â
Her lips are like putty - easy to form and mold into the shape that you like. But you pull yourself back, a last line of defense before her eyes and hands have their own say. âCould you say that this is a choice too?âÂ
âHm.â She tilts herself upwards into the line of your neck, each quick kiss sending both your heart and mind into echelons higher than cloud nine, melting with every touch until she has your head in between her palms, holding you gently. The blinks she gives are slow, and her breath hitting your face leaves you to your own devices. âWhat you do with me is always a choice.âÂ
You retreat for a moment, pulling yourself far away where you can, Haewonâs body still within reach in your arms, forming a wall of air between the space of your chest and hers. âI feel like what we do is already risky as it seems, no? Sure, we see each other on a regular basis, deal with what needs to be done with the day, talking to clients, making sure things are right for the events, going back and forth with no definite pause in between.â Didnât matter if she was out of the country or mere inches away from you, sheâs always about work it seems - like that was the only mode programmed in her mind. âMore often than not, Iâm treating what damage is done which usually ends up with a few bottles of beer and donât even get me started on how bad of a lightweight you are-âÂ
âUh, rude.â Haewon pays no attention to you. Her thumb grazes your cheek again, and you canât help the way that youâre leaning into her touch, once realizing that what you said might be too much. You feel your head being reeled in lower and lower, until you feel the tip of her nose hit the cuff of your ear. âBut youâre not wrong, and Iâm sorry that you have to put up with me that way.âÂ
Nodding was something that you always used to acknowledge her opinions or thoughts, and it isnât any different here.Â
However, your hands are playing a different role: traversing their way into the two small divots below the small of her back, resting just right above her ass. Sheâs getting herself more and more comfortable, undoing the first three buttons of her shirt, inviting you to dive into the new opening. You keep on gazing into her slightly swollen lips, studying at how quickly her tongue wets the bottom part, and you draw another swift inhale past your teeth before answering, âThereâs no need for you to apologize, especially to me.â
Haewon keeps on pulling the undone tie, the knot basically nonexistent the more she pulls down, eventually sliding it out of your collar and onto the floor. She gives it a quick glance when it pools over her feet and yours, and her lapin eyes land on yours again, bottom lip captured between her teeth. âI just feel bad, you know? And part of me thinks that itâs only a matter of time until youâve had enough and want to-âÂ
You shut her up before she keeps up the self-lament, meshing her lips against yours, wanting her to be persuaded in a different manner - one with less words and more actions.Â
Drawing back, âYouâre not getting rid of me that easily. And even if I ever had the chance to, Iâd straight up say no.âÂ
âLook at you, so easygoing.â
âI-âÂ
âAt some point,â she breathes, ghosting her face over yours, tugging on that want for you to chase after. âIâd thought youâd give up on forgiving me.âÂ
âFor?âÂ
âAnything, really.â Haewon answers admittedly. âWhether itâs here or in the office, you have that same look in your eyes, the one filled with sorrow. It hurt me a bit.âÂ
Maybe right now would be the time to remind her that what sheâs thinking is nothing but complete bullshit.Â
So you lean down again, and pull her close. Another snapshot taken in the back of your mind.Â
Two years is a long time. Two years of the same routine over and over, of working with her, unwinding after the long hours hidden away from everyone else, watching her work herself down to the bone, doing all of these things as if sheâs going to die in the next five seconds if she doesnât keep going. Sheâs rising to every occasion that she can, moving so fast that you canât even bear to keep up with her. Youâd admire from a distance, in awe, all while youâre at her right-hand side, unwilling to say anything to her. Obviously when she needed to get her mind off of something, or everything for that matter, she wasnât the kind of person to be upfront about what she wants and let you read into the signs. Luckily, youâve always noticed at a glance, and even if she isnât the one to puff out her lips and kiss you first. No. Never. Thatâs a luxury thatâs reserved for you and only you. Because all it takes is one look into your eyes, and the way sheâs broken you down like this, sheâs very aware of what your downfall is: her.Â
All of this is a continuation of a growing culmination, her own personal anthology sprouted from her brain, one which youâve caught wind of gradually.Â
When youâre kissing into her again, hard, you start to feel everything around you collapse. Itâs in the way that she smiles against your lips, matching every curve you give her - itâs amazing, and you could write poems of all the good things about Haewon - youâre reminded again and again how out of all the moments in the high achieving days and miserable nights, these instances feel just right. Sheâs drawing air into her nose, grazing your cheek, never wanting to pull each other away; until youâre sucking the oxygen out of each otherâs mouths that leaves the both of you suffocating a bit. Itâs all foolish, maybe just a bit, and to hell with the consequences awaiting you at the end of the bridge, because she knows that sheâll be in a safe place as long as itâs with you.Â
The arch in her back rises, and youâre clinging tighter into her smaller frame, shoulder bunching up next to her neck, making it easier for you to hold. You can tell her breaths and hums are getting desperate, her own little mess up the more she melts into you.Â
Youâre not helping her in this situation, and it definitely isnât the first time youâve done this to her. Sheâs hooking her arm well around your neck, the only line of support while youâre taking care of the rest, letting her wrists fall slack as you keep on your loving siege on her lips.Â
Sheâs had a rough one this week. A red eye flight back from a fashion week, an entire day of going to ten different locations with one of her top clients, then thereâs the whole incident with Bae and Sullyoon back to back. Amongst all of those things, youâd wish that youâd sweep her away for just a second and take her mind off from all the pressures and stress (and you definitely wished you didnât wait until now to finally do it).Â
âMmmm,â Haewon lets her voice rumble in her throat, tightening her grip in the back of your collar, signaling you to pull away. When you do, her eyes pool into yours, shimmering pupils working overtime to map out the lines of your face. You could feel the heat from her cheeks grow warmer. Her eyes cross for a second. She lets her head go crestfallen, pulling this one smile, her simplest smile, the rarest one she could ever have that not a lot of people have had the pleasure of seeing. The gentlest and most genuine one that she could have, it sells the whole thing to you. Despite her tough shell, you realize that sheâs one of the rare few that sends your heart flipping, every time sheâs got your guard lowered - exactly in the way like this - itâs impossible to ignore the outshining tempts when all of your inhibitions are at their lowest.Â
Her head goes one side, and then the opposite, âI donât expect you to forgive me for this.âÂ
Todayâs been one of those days. Youâre tired, even beyond tired. If she didnât come with you, the bed wouldâve been full by now. Two years of the on and off and the off and on, itâs draining. You donât say anything, as always. Instead, you swoop down beneath her thighs and carry her, taking her lips all to yourself.Â
She hums this heavenly noise when you press her against the wall, her legs hooking to a familiar spot where it hasnât been in a while. Some of the buttons in her shirt come more undone not to your knowledge, but you play the counterpart when tending to the clip and zipper of her skirt. Luckily your body can work in two places at once, returning your focus to Haewonâs face, a sweep of her tongue over your bottom lip.Â
The pressure to her waist is not too little nor too much, but just the right amount of press when your leg plays this momentary support underneath her legs, helping her slip out of her shirt while she does the same to you. Almost like youâre opening the pages of a book you finished reading, but flipping through to a certain part like the untouched skin of her chest with her simple black bra playing as the final back line of garments waiting to be discarded. She does that part all by herself, indulging on the breadth of her collarbone, forcing her to bite down a soft moan.Â
Haewon here isn't one to play nice. Thereâs a bit of a tug-of-war going on with your mouths until you gnaw on her lips a bit too hard, wanting you to do that again the way her face is chasing after yours. But her eyes find their place in line again, gaze softening - youâre cursing at yourself because of how beautiful she looks like this. Sheâs always been one to have a heart of steel, create that dam covering her fragile trust, her arms wrap you in her embrace, eyes hinting at a sign of concern. The flame in your heart has gone cold, but sheâs always been the one fanning the fire back to life.Â
When you let her down gently, back sliding against the smooth drywall, her arms shift over her head - opening up the area of her midriff to see, to feel. Your palms have never felt anything smoother until theyâre slipping the skirt off from her hips, curling over the waistband of her underwear and she fills the open space between your mouths, âfix me up baby, please.âÂ
Most of her solid-colored panties get caught between your knuckles, skating down her thigh - youâre hunting, searching, till you reach that empowering heat between her thighs. You could feel the top part of her forearm press firmly on the nape of your neck while one of her shoulder blades drags itself against the wall behind her.Â
A drag up, then down across her folds, and she rasps.Â
You get a finger in, maybe two just to test, feeling her body tense and grasp and hook onto anything within her reach. Little by little, piece by piece, Haewonâs gradually reduced to these mere meeked noises and hums the more your hands and lips begin their grand assault across the fine canvas of her body. The wetness consumes your fingers, and your mouth increasingly gets greedy as youâre nibbling away at the firm mound of her now exposed breasts, her bra gone in one swift move, mind focusing on too many feelings all at once.Â
Her head lolls up and over, opening up the left side of her neck for you to take, gasping. She canât stop squirming in place, and youâll deal with that soon enough. âI love your hands,â she sighs. âGod, you sure know how to satisfy a woman.âÂ
Your brain is working on the clock, finding all of the niche places and spots on her body to get her needy for more, and sheâs playing spectator, the pad of your tongue swipes upward at the midline of her chest, capturing the hard bud of her nipple between your thumb and index, twisting without a care of her quick pain.Â
Haewon gets both of her hands around your head, pulling you up from drowning beneath her neck, showering your face with kisses, forehead pressing against yours, âHappy with your reward?âÂ
Youâll give credit where itâs due. You hate how intoxicating she is with the snarky remarks and fast banter, but you love how simple she is to break down - send her mind into a downward spiral. She could let you ruin her life, and it would be the same for you.Â
It takes a moment too long to consider, your brain is running through the playbook of all the moves and positions you could have her in, which spot in your house would be the most ideal place to simply just bend her over and tear her insides apart until she wonât be able to walk or think straight. A woman like her: clothes pooled and scattered everywhere at her feet, swollen lips and tattered skin just waiting to be ruined.Â
Haewon knows you well, where all she has to do is say something to snap your attention back to her: âHow do you want me?âÂ
Sheâs selfish, thereâs no denying that. Though, she doesnât really care what you think when sheâs kissing you shamelessly once more, smushing and smacking her lips across your face, letting her have her way and to sink into her body again. But here is where she forgets, another callback of the few other times she got too ahead of the curve too soon-Â
âI think I find you to be prettier when youâre like this,â you tell her, quickly sinking down to your knees moving her thighs over your shoulders; get your face close to that warm, delightful fountain between her thighs when you lift her up from the floor, holding her there.Â
-to realize that you too, are also selfish in your own accord; at some point, thereâs a time to prove who has what between the two of you, and the sigh of acknowledgment slipping out of her lips gives just enough that youâre doing something right.Â
It all couldâve gone wrong for Haewon at any given point in the time youâve been working with her. All it took was a few mishaps both in and out of her control and she wouldâve snapped. In those dire times of need, she had you. Whether itâd be your mouth or your fingers, the way you settle into these well-practiced strokes of your tongue and cock, and she loves to travel down the little rite of passage when you shut her up with a palm on her mouth or a hand to her throat. She knows that you have your limits, and itâs all in her cards for when sheâs able to unshackle you from your common sensibilities. A hand is raked into your hair as youâre shifting your head closer and closer, until your breath starts to blanket her leaking entrance, awaiting for your arrival.Â
Thereâs a few mumbles spilling out of her lips when you gently kiss her folds, brush your nose right up against her clit, to where her head bucks forward, giving an unintentional style of wispy bangs the more your mouth starts to scoop up the mess that youâve created. Her hips buck and jerk, pressing your head deeper into her quivering pussy lips, wanting to get that ache so much faster than intended.Â
âGod, yes baby- right there,â is all she says, and she can barely manage to prop her head upright when you look up from below.Â
A chuckle leaves your nose, arming a coy smile before you carry on your attention onto her swollen clit, sucking and teasing on it shamelessly until you start to feel the insides of her thighs shake against your ears, digging her nails deep into your scalp.Â
âIs this what you wanted?â you ask, feeling the pressure of Haewonâs legs crushing your skull from within. âLooks like youâve been pent up for a while now, no?âÂ
Haewon digs a heel into your back, making you secure the tops of her thighs with your fingers, hitting her head back on the wall. âAmong other things.âÂ
âReally.â You reply flatly, giving her another swift lick of your tongue into her aching cunt, her slick pooling across the wet pad. âBecause judging how your bodyâs reacting, youâve been wanting me badly since the last time.âÂ
âSounds perfectly right.âÂ
She loses that hefty persona pretty damn quickly when youâre diving into her pussy again, stifling a moan, grinding her hips into your head, wanting you to keep on licking until sheâs had enough (spoiler alert: she hasnât.) âDo tell me more,â youâre telling her, smacking your lips to the heat, âif youâre able to, of course.âÂ
âSeriously. Fuck you.âÂ
âSays the one whoâs technically my boss.âÂ
âNot when itâs after hours Iâm not.âÂ
âWhat are you implying?âÂ
Haewonâs eyes squint a bit, trying to keep focus, doubling down on the indulgence of your tongue over her folds. Her face is in a rosy shade of pink, similar to when sheâs usually drunk - but this shade however, youâd prefer to see her more in. âStop pretending to play dumb. I know you can read between the lines here.âÂ
âAnd what if I want to be oblivious for once? Like in every situation that weâre in while at work?âÂ
âYouâre not, ah-âÂ
Youâre not giving her any chance to breathe here. She doesnât deserve it. And when you lather her pussy up in your spit, itâs less than an act of mercy, helplessly whining at the harshful gnawing youâre doing to her poor cunt - itâs what she wants, and she has no one to blame for making you like this but herself.Â
âIf youâre not my boss during these hours, then what are you?â You inquire.
âIâll be anything but your boss. Is that what you wanted to hear?âÂ
Thatâs all the confirmation that you needed, forcefully plummeting her down to her inevitable demise. You feel the muscles in her thighs clench in shock from the unexpected anticipation, biting down her shriek the more you dive into the endless depths of her entrance, satisfying that want that you and her so desperately wanted.Â
âOh,â Haewon sighs out as some epiphany. But the moment of relief washes over her in no time, her layers folding. Collapsing. Her entire body wiggles in this circular motion. âOh.âÂ
The heavenly chorus of her mewls fill your ears when youâre cementing your pace, wreaking havoc between her thighs. Sheâs still got her hand gripping the back of your head, the other flat on the wall. Her stomach bucks and folds at the weight of your tongue, moving your head around in different directions to make sure that youâre hitting every spot with the right approach. The pleasure is building in all of the right places, and you can feel the curl of her toes on your back, ensuring that youâre doing the exact job as her personal toy. âFuck. Right there, right there.âÂ
It only increases the flood by tenfold. Sheâs spilling more and more you kiss, swirl, nibble, and tease - doing everything you can to make sure she reaches that unimaginable peak first. âYouâre so good. Youâre so so good. Baby- donât stop, oh my god-âÂ
Haewon canât help herself here, leaning her back deeper into the wall and dragging her hips outward, keeping both legs on your shoulders to the best that she can, unable to let up with the bucks and jolts her hips are making into your face. Every quick rush of air past her teeth only holds so much until she starts to feel her stomach bunch up in knots.Â
âT-tongue, dear. Oh jesus, youâre so good at- fuck!â she yelps, the tailends of her breaths tattered in these hushed moans, picking up in volume the more you slurp up her pussy to your heartâs content. âAlmost, almost.âÂ
Youâre well aware of the fact that Haewon is one of the main catalysts when it comes to operating her job. Sheâs second to none. The standard. The spearhead. Sheâs got one of the most sizable clienteleâs for a reason. But the jaws of work can consume anybody in this climate, no matter how on top or perfect they can be. It would only be a matter of time for the fatigue to get to her - and with the recent events happening around the office, it did just that. Everyone needs a break from time to time, and sheâs no different here. A tongue laps up one spot past the clit, thereâs a nibble of her swollen folds between your teeth, and here is where you step up to the role of ensuring that Haewon gets her much deserved intermission here.Â
âRight there, Iâm gonna-ah! -umming,â Haewon wails, failing to let up with the oral assault on her quivering cunt, her cries filling up your ears, the muscles of her legs locking your back in place, fingers tugging the roots of your hair. âCumming. Iâm fucking cumming.â
These puppy eyes you do to look up, she gazes down, bottom lip still stuck to her teeth as her expression tears, coming down from her needed stress relief. You stay the course in holding her steady, taking account of the lingering twitches and tensions of muscle her body does.Â
And not long after, you finally let her down from the wall. Her arms slither around the familiar profiles of your back, lazily planting her lips onto your skin again - Haewon wants another taste of you. Itâs also kind of cute how her toes stack up on top of your feet, prompting you to lead the way into the bedroom while sheâs closely tethered to you.Â
âLove it. Love it so much.â Haewon sighs out, half-lidded eyes caught in your vision. âLove it when you make me cum like that.âÂ
Itâs one of the few moments where she doesnât expect a response from you, because itâs already true.Â
Above everything, you carry on with your steps as Haewonâs lips continue to spell out these hushed curses - all the things that she wants you to do to her - her fantasies, the praises, what she likes you doing and what she wants to do to you with the intent of returning the favor. Her figure is so light in your hands and on your feet, limbs loose enough to bend and twist, a marked up canvas ready for another brush-to-paper moment.Â
Gravity here does itâs own thing when she falls backward onto the mattress of your room, her arms doing this natural reflex of going above her head, carving up these unbelievable curves in real time to where her back is off the comforters and her left foot is inching up against her inner right thigh. This image alone was enough for you to mindlessly slip out of your pants and underwear, eyes fixed on Haewon rolling her body: belly facing down, back up, her knees dig deep into the sheets, the upper half stretching a bit while her lower half rises up past your thighs, rounding out her hips.Â
Her knees spread wider across the sheets and her back dips, you think - just a bit, and the look she does over her shoulder is the right amount of lethality. You donât even flinch when she manages to get her fingers onto the length of your cock, telling you the only thing she wants you to do:Â
âTake this cock and fuck me.âÂ
Youâd follow her words no matter what.Â
Like a sirenâs call out in the sea, the sound of Haewonâs voice comes off as this daring risk where the mind starts to slowly reduce itself around her hand, languidly pumping you to the point where the urge to rip the fun out of her is impossible to ignore.Â
âIâve always wondered,â she starts to say.Â
You lean down to shower a few kisses to her neck, fingers sliding up to her waist, pressing for a firm hold while an airy giggle passes her lips.Â
âHow long have you dealt with me? Being like this?Â
âWhere would I even start?â You hunch over with a trail of kisses down her lower back, cupping the swell of her ass while noting that most of her slick has spread past the underside and to the back of her thighs. âI donât even remember who made the first move back then.âÂ
Haewon reaches out for one of your pillows, setting it between her arms and chest, âIâm sure it was you, or maybe it was me. Maybe-âÂ
A wistful gasp stops her from talking when you slowly press your cock into her leaking pussy, lips slicked up and inviting between those lovely thighs of hers. You drink in the sight of the grip she has around your length as you continue to ease yourself into her, keeping it together poorly before the heat and her pulse gets to your head.Â
âMaybe what?â you tell her, attempting to bring back her train of thought from fleeing away.Â
This girl whoâs backside is arched so high up in the air and stomach buried deep into the sheets looks over her shoulder again, eyes filled with tension - a fire blazing beneath the irises. âMaybe- you were just oblivious about the signals I was sending you, but now that weâre here, I guess you can say that you made the curve.âÂ
âI wonât deny anything here-â Everything about this is the reality, anyway. You drag and push yourself into the fluttering heat of her second pair of lips. Her body is so responsive in the wants and needs just from the wetness alone, but she knows that youâre not easy to take. âThat was an argument I lost a while ago.âÂ
Your hips flush with Haewonâs and she whines, shoving her face into the pillow set in front of her as she relaxes into the stable pace. A simple yank of her waist back to your thighs serves the only preamble, the quick groan ripped out of your chest, that rush of wanting this tightness and addicting feeling more and more.Â
âRight?â Youâre asking again, meshing her hips with yours, leaning forward and down to the nape of her neck. Sighs joining together in an impromptu chorus, âIâm not denying you winning me over.âÂ
Haewonâs hands here go a bit haywire, shooting up and out. One of them comes to grips with the comforter beneath her. You watch her body move, ass rippling through every pump back into her cunt. âYeah, but you-âÂ
Her head then dips down into the pillow again, writhing in the twists left and right. You catch yourself hobbling over her upper body once more, lip trapped to your teeth. âYou said âyeahâ. Letâs keep it that way.âÂ
A gradual rhythm gets developed here, taking in every wonderful inch of Haewonâs dripping cunt, shaft picking up more and more slick with ease in every passing stroke. Sheâs so wonderfully tight around your length, molding to your cock like itâs the missing piece that makes her feel complete, and whole. Thereâs an attempt to level herself parallel to the mattress, but you donât give her any kind of luxury whatsoever, pushing down on the small of her back that deepens the arch, nudging your cockhead down further past the threshold of her calefaction.Â
Youâre blinking, youâre believing, and youâre pretty much swearing to the heavens above at the thought out realization that Haewon was meant to be yours - like she was made for only you. Sheâs in the right position, taking you at just the right angle, all sensibilities hanging on a singular thread. Every hit spills out a quick phrase of pants, watch her struggle in keeping her head upright, a slacking neck in response with the consistent slaps of your hips into hers.Â
Her slick creates these scattered strings across the skin - not only to the tops of your thighs, but to her ass as well, the sound of her moans bouncing off the walls once they start to rise up a bit in volume.Â
âFucking-â and itâs right at this moment, where she sounds relieved, it all comes down with a firm grind of her teeth, âfuck.âÂ
âYeah?â You hum.Â
âItâs so-â the blowback of your cock into her cunt becomes a little too much to bear, âitâs so fucking good.âÂ
Youâre holding her in place, right at the hips, the unbelievable form of her ass rocking back and forth with every shift of motion caused by you. The low light of your humidifier works its hours on the nightstand, illuminating the comfy and watered colors onto her skin. Sheâs drenched in this soft honey shade, laying ruin of the pale sheets on her knees and elbows - face gazing to the window, proffering up these listless praises to fill up your head.Â
The thing is: this isnât the first time that you and her were like this. Thereâs an absolute certainty that someone living in either the floors above or below your room has heard everything thatâs happened within these walls. Surely someone minding their own business walking along the sidewalk outside has seen Haewonâs gorgeous tits pressed up against the glass, her face full of rapture and pleasure - not having any sense of respect or decency to keep it in the room. You remember railing her poor pussy out on the balcony one time; and that was an issue for the landlord to bring up the following day, but neither you nor her really cared.Â
What really mattered here, was fucking her brains out. Easy as that.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my god-âÂ
Every word thatâs punctuated out of her lips starts to collapse on top of each other, the impact of your thrusts siphoning the last bits of air trapped in her lungs. She isnât making her condition any better, suffocating herself deep into the pillow, hoping to drown out the wet noises of her cunt slipping your cock in with refined precision. This choking grip is more dangerous than her hands, her hitched breaths are in no comparison to your labored huffs, slowing your movements with one forceful drive in, a massage of her asscheeks here, another drag and thrust back into her tight cunt, and a playful slap to her ass, tainting the slick skin in red.Â
âBaby, your fucking cunt,â you hiss. âJesus christ.âÂ
A whiny âmhm-â is all you manage to get out of Haewon, breaking underneath your weight. Her ass is still facing up, face shoved into the pillow, nicking her neck up for air, fucking her down the curve of her spine. âOh my goodness. You got it so deep. Hit me hard. Please, and I swear to fuck - ngh-âÂ
Youâre groaning, increasing the sway of your hips into hers, âSo fucking tight.â Haewonâs hands manage to find yours, holding the swell of her ass together, moving her body the opposite direction away from you, meeting the impact down the middle which sends your balls lightly tapping the nub of her clit. She knows that youâve been working a bit too much for your own sake, so she goes on ahead and has her own fun, fucking herself back onto your cock, the recoil alone enough for you to just freeze on your knees and take it.Â
âSâthat feel good?â she asks innocently.
Spilling out another expletive, you angle your hips up as her ass comes crashing down.Â
âYouâre so hard for me,â Haewon continues, looking over with her body still pressed against the sheets, the left side of her face smiling at the sight of you trying to hold it together. âThis cock fits so well inside- jesus, ah- had to let yourself go for a bit, didnât you?âÂ
âIf you keep your hips moving with my hands tied, Iâm gonna fucking lose it.âÂ
The plot was already lost from the first dirty thought you had with her.Â
Her ass keeps your lower half in check, unknowingly moving through muscle memory while the walls of your room continue to reverberate the stuttering breaths and quick curses slipping out of both of your lips. Your hands hold still in tandem with her fingers and start to claw into your palms, pleasure spiking everywhere in her body, skin hot to the touch as the claps start to increase in tempo - the rate shifting to something more desperate, erratic.Â
âMy fucking god, shit!â She wails, her hands shooting down to her ass, spreading herself wider while you lock your eyes at the sight of your cock buried into her cunt becomes a whole lot more clearer now, âRight there baby, holy fuck- this cock is just-â Haewonâs demeanor is diminishing by the second, words and sighs tumbling over in loops, but the pitch in her whines hit a familiar key or tone, gradually crescendoing when she gives up in squirming between your fingers.Â
âPound my ass- yes, fuck- this dick is amazing.â Her head swivels up before ducking below into the open cavity of her chest and arms, sucking in her stomach with whatever strength she has left, âGive me more,â sheâs panting, head spinning and spinning like a ceiling fan, âGive it to me. I need more-âÂ
Thereâs not much left for you to take other than the stray tit thatâs captured into your hand when you hunch yourself over her again, lift the upper half of her body upwards so that sheâs in line with yours, entrapping that heat away from the cool air, trembling. Your mouth is back to her ear again, eyes half-lidded, fingers moving around your neck while the warmth of her cunt starts to burn across your length - the new lane created where your cock slides into her that creates this sequence of events of her convulsing, shuddering, pulling her hips back with a sole purpose to just ruin her. Youâre hearing a slight wheeze out of her, maybe a sob too, the head of your cockâs hit a spot past her threshold where it literally makes her go stupid; mind and body into putty, exactly the way you like it.Â
Her fingers continue to hold tight, cunt clenching around your thick shaft when youâve finally got her past that edge. Thereâs a bit of a moment of pause when you and her are stacked on top of each other, exhaustion finally breaking through, coaxing her second orgasm as youâre keeping your cock warm inside of her, feeling her hips spaz out of control while you endure in fucking her poor, spent, pretty pussy. Both heels of her feet bend towards the backside of your thighs, pressing her waist into the mattress, sliding yourself out the tightness before teasing her with the half of your shaft.Â
âThere we go, Haewon. Iâve got you,â youâre telling her. The tone of your voice drowned out by the keening shattering through. âYouâre perfect. Cum over this cock, baby. You deserved it.âÂ
She keeps on sighing when she comes down from her second high, summoning this lazy grin while youâre peppering her face with kisses, an indication for a job well done. But she taps the top of your hand twice, resting at the crease of her hips - and the shimmy of her hips still embedded with your cock tells you only one thing:Â
âI wanna make you cum.âÂ
The insanity this woman has. It does something to you.Â
So you waste no time at all. Itâs enormously more than just a mess with how fucked up she is.Â
When you give her what she needs:Â flipping on her back was the way to go, yanking her hips back into yours until you see her eyes go wide at the sudden stroke before rolling up behind her head and past her eyelids - everything starts to fall into place with the way the back of her ankles hold your waist, which only leaves you with the sole choice of pounding her so fucking hard that youâd have to hook yourself into the arch of her back where sheâll have no where to go - itâs a position well practiced, your olâ reliable: firing your cock on all cylinders at a pace so inhuman until sheâs able to look you in the eyes and cast a spell for you to finish on her pretty face and leave her there with the damage when itâs all said and done - the assurance that youâll give her what she wants and have you craving for more - kissing you shamelessly like sheâll be stoned to a rock come the next day, and when youâre feeling the pit of your stomach open more and more, the muscles in your hips and legs moving and tensing in the midst of this sex-filled frenzy, there was only one instinct in your mind where it didnât take much to pump and dump your load inside her.Â
You can feel yourself getting close, head dizzying. âHaewon-âÂ
âI know, handsome boy,â she praises, pulling you so that your forehead touches hers, âcan feel you throbbing down there.âÂ
She lets out this airy laugh when you wince a bit, hands reined at the small of her back and bringing her waist in, the impact of your cock rebounds her body once the pace starts to decrease.Â
âFill me up, like you always do,â Haewon husks, voice barely a whisper in contrast to your hoarseness, âPut a baby in me.âÂ
Thereâs this sort of tension in the air along with your body, driving your cock deep into her, burying your cum into the crevices of her pulsing hotness. Haewon lets out a sigh of relief, telling you to keep cumming inside of her, feeling every hot thread of your release coating her slopped walls.Â
You can feel yourself get light-headed - the warmth alone, not to mention how wet and tight her pussy is still, a place where everything feels right - but the lust filled in your head starts to fade, blackened vision returning to normal; and before you know it, youâre coming back to earth.Â
Neither of you move a muscle. Instead, you lay there for a bit, taking in the dwindling time of exploring each otherâs bodies, holding yourselves together while your lips are conducting one final battle for that last dominance, the stench of sex and sweat still fresh and out to the open air.Â
Haewon manages to wrap both of her arms around your neck, kissing the slope of her neck and collarbone, scratching the back of your head, looking up to the ceiling with a lazy smile, one plastered with satisfaction. She taps your shoulder to grab your attention, but all you could come up with was a simple hum, which seemed to be enough for her.Â
âGo get me some lemons and water. I owe you a special something and a ride.âÂ
â
Morning rolls around not long after, and assessing the lay of the land of your living space with one eye open. Everything seems to be in their place, tv remotes, work bag next to the neighboring desk, and the singular cup on the counter next to the fridge. Another thing to note, Haewon already got a jump start to the day.Â
Youâre sliding across the floor with said singular cup being put into the kitchen sink, but with the other eye open now, you notice something at the corner of the kitchen island: a small box left open.Â
âI wonder what she has for me this time,â you say to yourself, examining the box which turned out to be a contraceptive tablet. A note also slips out with a card attached.Â
âTake today off. Iâll be coming over later. By the way, I hope you wonât get mad at me for snatching your little gift from Jiwoo. It was too cute for you to have sitting on your nightstand or coffee table, so I took it for myself.Â
p.sÂ
Donât worry about last night so much. I had everything thought out since our little âaccidentâ the first time. Canât really say the same thing with what I said, but you can choose to ignore itâŠor not ;â)
- Haewon
xo <3âÂ
The attached card flipped over showed the name of the gacha toy gifted to you. A justified reaction of sighing with rolled eyes and the shake of your head was pretty much the start of some days; but hey, at least the breaks are enjoyable.Â
âSleight of hand my ass,â you mutter, thumbing the small slip of paper in your fingers, âshe stole that from me.âÂ
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a/n: sending my special flowers to @majorblinks (i love you foreverrr <3), @passingnotions (for happily agreeing to poke around wherever in the draft), and @yieldtotemptation (to opening the floodgates with ur bae fic).
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Put Your Head on My Shoulder
Pair : husband!jk x wife!reader
Genre: marriage au
Warnings: sex scenes nothing too wild
w/c: 10.3 k
âPassports?â
âCheck.â
âYour backpack?â
âCheck.â
âMy wallet? Your wallet?â
âAlso check.â
âOh! Toothbrushes?â
The man didnât reply as he stares at you in disbelief. âBabe,â he sigh softly. But youâre too busy checking your luggage and your backpack. Not wanting to leave anything important behind.
âOur toothbrushes Kook, do we have them? Oh god donât tell me you forgot. Remember Krabi? The one where we forgot our toothbrushes?â With frantic hands you unzip the front part of the luggage to check for the said items.
âMr. Jeon Jungkook?âÂ
You let out a sigh as you look up to see why your husband didnât reply to you. Instead of catching him getting as busy as you are, he is actually looking at you with an amused smile on his face. âThere we go, finally youâre looking at me.â
With a grunt you stood facing him, eyes rolling and the little lips pout started to form on your face with wrinkles on your forehead. Jungkook leans forward as he puts his hands on your shoulders, âBabe, calm down. Weâre not going to the other side of the world for months. Itâs your hometown. I have packed our toothbrushes, and so what, if we left them behind? We can buy them.â Jungkook squeezed your shoulders in hopes to loosen up the knotted muscles as youâre too tensed.
You are always on the edge every time the two of you went on a long trip together. But today it seems to get worse.Â
Youâre used to be the reckless traveler, someone who is hungry with spontaneous adventures and unplanned vacations. But all of that were before marriage, before you had to take care of another human being.
Ever since with Jungkook, you always feel the need to have everything perfectly arranged. You never admitted it but you somehow feel inadequate at attending the need for your husband.
Well, compared to your peers, you, as a wife, is on an 'okay' level.Â
Most of your friends who got married earlier than you certainly are on the master level. You love them, really. But thereâs a time when you think that theyâre being too good to be true.
Theyâre the perfect housewives, the spot on clean home all year round, birthed beautiful babies, cooking up home cooked meals that would make top chefs cried. Theyâre the trophy wives. Â
You and Jungkook are a working couple. You work on the typical working hours, from 9 to 5. The house? You think the house look perfect because you have such a wonderful husband who loves cleaning and doing the laundry.
Unlike you, Jungkook works around his own schedule hence his working time is more flexible than yours. Plus, heâs working from home most of the time. If itâs up to you, the house would be a mess. For the food part, on weekdays, itâs take outs.Â
You are matured enough to understand that people will show things they wanna show. But somehow, somewhere in your heart, it stings when you thought you are not good enough as a wife.
You have no idea how you managed to catch Jungkook as your husband because that man is amazing. He never complains. Not once. Never degrading you for not being the typical wife.
As if the role is reversed in your household. He has been the one that begs you to rest so he could help with the house chores. He sometimes prepared dinner, although claiming heâs not a good cook but if thereâs one warm hearty meal on the table after a long day at work waiting for you, you are in no place to complain.
"Well, I'm pretty independent too, you know. Mom and dad were busy and hyung was always studying somewhere. I know how to take care of myself, and now I can take care of you," This is Jungkook's favourite statement.
He really is an endearing human being. Youâre still learning to take care of him as well. Which is why you get fidgety because youâre so afraid of screwing everything up.
âI know but we don't have to buy it. Why are we wasting money? Once we're back home, we gonna have extra set of toothbrushes, which we don't even need in the first place.â You yaps under your breath as you double check the snacks in your backpack.
Rummaging the backpack for the nth time. Ointment, mint breath strips, lip balm, protein and choco bars. Jungkook must munch on something, and he needs sugar. Thatâs the least you can do. Providing him snacks.
âWill you please look at me?â Jungkook hunched down to be on your eye level. He puts his hands on yours as your knuckles grip the luggage trolley. A little smile adorning his face at how his big hands envelope your tiny hands, looking perfectly fit together. He rarely tells you but he absolutely loves it when he gets to wrap your fingers with his palms. Feeling the warmth emitted from you.
But right now your hands are cold, and Jungkook knew that youâre not just anxious. Heâs not sure yet, so heâs trying to ease you to tell him. Silently pleading with his cooing and his bambi eyes for you to look at him back.Â
He winced a little when your eyes locked on his. Jungkook knows very well from the look of his wife just gave him. Immediately, he cups your face and lean closer.
âHey, hey what is it? Can you tell me?â he whispered as if you're both are sharing a secret that only the two of you know. In the hectic airport with so many people come and go, Jungkook grounded you by just being close to you.
âItâs just, you donât have to come with me, you know. I hate dragging you into my family matters. I know youâre busy and the fact that you have to leave everything for a week is just,â you heave a sigh as you put your hands on his chest. âJust not sitting well with me. I can go there all by myself,â you rambles.
âDonât say it like that,â Jungkook is not gonna lie but your words hurt him.
It hurts when youâre trying to not include him into your personal matter. He is your husband, he admits it was hard to break through the wall you built. It took him enough time to get a glimpse of the side that you always hide.
He wants to be your tree, he wants you lean on him and trust him. Your problem is his problem too. It pains him to see you stress over something and he just wanted you to share it with him.Â
You have never been the one who wears their emotions on their sleeves, so Jungkook have to observe you carefully. He learns with the frown on your face, the wavering voice, the way you avoid eye contact. He is still learning because you are like an enigma in an endless maze, he used to be the one who wanted to decode your thoughts, and the one that can walk into the layers of your maze without feeling lost.
But now he just wants to understand you, wants you to know that he accepts all of your quirks and wandering thoughts.Â
God, he loves you so much and how could you unconsciously treating him like he is a stranger.Â
âDonât you dare say it like Iâm not supposed to be there. Donât exclude me from your family affairs. Theyâre my family too,â he emphasis on every word and it softens you.
âAlso, I will not allow you to go so far away all by yourself, not when Iâm still capable to go everywhere with you. I know, youâre the most amazing and independent woman but I want to be there,â Jungkook gently butts his head on yours, an act of comfort he always do when youâre not listening to him or whenever you feel a little insecure, itâs like saying Iâm here and donât shut me away, his stern yet soft statement makes your view a bit glassy.
He kissed your cheeks before leaving a fluttering peck on your lips. To soothe your nerves. Â
Itâs true that Jungkook had insisted on coming with you to your hometown, despite his busy work. Piles of unfinished videos and songs in his studio at home were left behind immediately the moment you said you have to go back to your hometown for a family business.
Jungkook knew what family business youâre talking about because it has been your constant topic during dinner. Itâs a series of events. Itâs started from your aunt is getting a divorce - not that it has anything to do with you but somehow all of your family members had agreed on an urgent meeting.
You figured out from your cousin that they also wanted to gather in remembering your late Grandpapa.Â
It was a long overdue event. It kept getting pushed back because somebody got married, someone just gave birth, your cousin is still studying overseas and much more excuses.
Perhaps they realized now is a good time, or perhaps because everyone is coming to support your aunt. You decided that you must come, you missed everyone so dearly.
The other solid reason why you have to be there is because youâre the closest grandchild to your Grandpapa and it has been years since you visited your Grandmama. Even Jungkook hasnât met her yet.
She couldnât make it to your wedding since she had fallen ill at that time. The wedding was a small ceremony with only close relatives and friends. And you didnât stay longer because you and Jungkook have to fly back immediately.Â
You missed your Grandmama terribly. Your grandparents practically raised you when your mom and your dad were economically and psychologically struggling in being a parent. Not that you blame them, because now, you're at their age when they become parents for the first time and you started to understand them.
Grandpapa passed away before you met Jungkook, way back when you were in high school, and sometimes it always hits you at how he would love to know the amazing man you called your husband.
Since he loves teasing you when you were little, and you canât help but think Jungkook and Grandpapa would be close buddies with their teasing antics.Â
You told Jungkook some of the memories you had with your grandparents, you also shared with him the moment when you have to move out from their house to live back with your parents. You still remember the sadness looks in your Grandpapaâs wrinkled face like it all happened yesterday. You did visited them occasionally. During the holiday season or when you have a long school break. But, it was not enough.
Honestly, Jungkook is as excited and definitely nervous in meeting your Grandmama. He heard a lot about that amazing lady from you and heâs afraid of her acceptance. What if she didnât like him? What if she decided that Jungkook is not enough for her granddaughter? From your stories your grandma sounds like a warm person but what if sheâs cold to him?
âThank you Jungkook, for coming with me,â it came out like a whisper in his ear. Squeezing your hand, he pulls you to walk beside him as he push the trolley to the boarding gate.
Although you were reluctant on dragging him along, his presence still brings you peace, and you need him.
âOh babe, I forgot to show you. Remember yesterday, Taehyung came over with Yuna?â Jungkook is pulling out his phone from his back pocket. Wanting to show you the video of your friendâs baby.
âOf course I remember. They left before I reached home.â Sighing, recalling how you rushed to get home yesterday just to meet Yuna, the little bundle of joy.
She is just at the perfect age when curiosity takes over her and babies are the best at this age. Itâs not like you can meet and play with her everyday. First of all Taehyung loves hoarding his daughter all to himself - selfish - and secondly because of your work.
Yuna is going to forget her godmother since she only spent her baby days with Jungkook, her godfather.Â
âIâm very sure Yuna misses you just as much as you miss her. Look at this! Sheâs sleeping so comfortably on our desk.â Jungkook squealed as he keeps playing the video of Yuna in her pink fluffy onesie, (the one that you bought for her) drooling on your desk next to the files. She was sleeping on her stomach and as Taehyung is about to pick her up, she whined.
Making both of you giggle at her cuteness.
âGod, how does she sleeps soundly on that hard desk? You know my ass is still sore from that night you pushed me onto it?â Jungkook smirks like a little tease he is, while youâre trying to act like you have no idea what it is that heâs trying to tell.
âNo, honey, I donât know,â of course you know but youâre trying to focus on anything, not the memories of your tangled sweaty bodies, falling files and your stationary box topple over on the floor.Â
Sensing that you're getting shy, Jungkook keeps on teasing you. He is relentless.
He leans over the armrest, whispering in your ears, âawe come on. How can you already forgot how hard you pulled my hair, the scratches on my back, babe? Still stings. God, the way you ride me on your desk, ugh you're so hot,â he sighs heavily and you feel the warmth of his breath on your neck, you're sensitive spot.
You snapped your head so fast at your husbandâs bold action. You are in an airplane for heavenâs sake! You can feel the warmth blush creeps on your face. You pinched his arm.
âThere are hundreds of people on board, and weâre gonna be here for hours! No one wants to hear our bedroom story!â You hissed and Jungkook is silently yelping in pain. He hates the fact that he loves pain especially from you.Â
âOkay, okay, okay!! Sorry, baby, Iâm sorry. Iâll behave!â He grips on your wrist to stop you from keep abusing his arm.
The grin on Jungkookâs face is as wide as yours but suddenly your face feel in horror as you remembered you rode Jungkook on your desk!
You had sex on the desk of where Yuna fell asleep on! Slept on her stomach! Face down on the spot of Jungkookâs ass! Baby Yuna! Taehyungâs sunshine! On your desk! Did you cleaned it up?!
A loud gasp coming out from you as these thoughts bombarded your mind. You covered your mouth with your hand while the other one is grabbing Jungkook.
âWhat, baby, why? You wanna vomit?â Jungkook quickly leans forward to grab the paper bag from the pocket seat. You stopped him, half laughing and half crying, youâre trying to explain to him the sin you two had done but it all came out as broken sentences.
Not wanting to disturb other passengers but wanting to scream at the same time is probably the hardest choice you have to make at this moment. With wide eyes, Jungkook look at you in bewilderment.
âWhat is it? Should I be worried? Want me to get help?â Jungkook is in between laughing along with you or be scared that his wife is losing it. Honestly he has no idea.Â
âShit, babe. We had sex at the desk! Yuna slept on it! What are we gonna tell Taehyung? Should we tell him?â Wiping your tears while youâre mouth is still widely laughing is a confusing sight for Jungkook but once he gets the gist of what youâre trying to tell him, he, too let out a loud laugh.
The seat next to you gave the both of you a weird look and and grunts can be heard. Your husband straighten his back on the chair and clears his throat as he apologize loud enough for the row in front of you to catch it.Â
Leaning back to you he grabs your hand and trying to muffle the noise as you both keep on giggling like little kids. Youâre still terrified on the inside, thinking of Yuna and how are you supposed to tell her father? Kim Taehyung is going to cut your husbandâs dick once he knew.
âJeon Jungkook, stop laughing! This is not funny,â your attempt to be serious was blown away by your own wheezing.
âIn my defense, youâre the impatient one,â he scrunched his nose with his lips jutted towards you.Â
âYou couldâve carried me to our bed!â you hissed.
Jungkook gives you a betrayed expression as he puts his hand on his chest. As if youâre accusing him of the crime both of you committed.
âExcuse me maâam, I clearly remember youâre the one who chanted more baby, please I want you in me, now,â he mocked your moaning. Your face is in your palms as you keep shaking your head.
âI did not sound like that. Please, Jungkook at least tell me we did clean the desk.â Banging your head on his shoulder while he snorted.Â
âWell, your welcome, because your amazing house-husband did cleaned the desk. You blacked out the moment we got into our bedroom. Meanwhile, your dutiful husband, wiped our crime scene clean with a hand sanitizer. I told you that sanitizer will come in handy.â This is one of the moments youâre so happy to have such a clean freak as your husband.
âOh god, thank goodness!â You showered his cheek with kisses.
âBut do we have to tell Taehyung though?â Biting your lower lip, you secretly wished he is as evil as you. Because you donât want to freak Taehyung out.
Just as you thought, called it soulmate behavior, because Jungkook just shrug it off and said to not tell him and even if he did, Taehyung would understand anyway.
He had done a lot worse back in his college days and Jungkook have all the receipts as his roommates.Â
Laughing softly you shakes your head. âCanât believe we tainted Yuna like this. What kind of godparents are we? Unbelievable,â your eyes are getting droopy as the airplane breaking the clouds.
Jungkook is taking off his grey hoodie for you because you always catch cold easily, especially when travelling in an airplane. Thankfully heâs wearing a long sleeve shirt inside.Â
He did reminded you to wear an extra layer but it seems like you forgot. Snuggling as close as you can, you sleep almost immediately with your head on his shoulder. Jungkook chuckled at the sight. You sleep so easily. Be it on the bed or in a moving car, you are unfazed.
The first time you went on a road trip together, you fell asleep even before Jungkook gets to drive out of the city. The road trip was a lonely one for him because you slept all the way.Â
He is relieved, relieved that you laughed. You were fidgety and anxious with going back to your hometown before the flight and he is just really, really, really grateful that you had a good laugh just now.
He managed to take the stress off of your mind. Always.
âWhere is she, do you think she forgot, Kook? Do we have to get an Uber? Ugh, why is she not picking up her phone?â Punching your phone with your thumb, you texted your cousin, asking on her whereabouts.
Not that youâre ungrateful for having her coming down to pick you and Jungkook from the airport, but it would be much easier if she told you beforehand if somehow she couldnât make it. You wouldâve requested an Uber and youâre probably would be home by now.Â
âBabe, sit down, please. Maybe thereâs a heavy traffic or maybe she left her phone or something. Itâs not like weâre waiting for hours anyway. Itâs not even an hour yet. So, will you please, donât stressed out over this, hum?â Grabbing your hand, he patted on his lap, telling you to sit on him.
Engulfing his arm on your waist, he took a breath of your natural smell on your neck and leaving a kiss on the skin. For a married guy, Jungkook is still shameless with showing off his affection on you. Grabbing you, leaving kisses on your face, smelling you. To him itâs an announcement that this girl is mine.Â
He sneak a peek on your unanswered texts to your cousin. Seeing you used a lot of emojis and silly meme stickers in your previous conversation with her as youâre scrolling down.Â
Adorable ice queen. You rarely replied cute emojis with him. He pouts as he placed his chin on your shoulder. Feeling a little jealous with your cousin.
âNo reply yet?â The vibrating sound from Jungkook tickles you but since youâre still stressing over the unanswered text, you ignored it.
Heâs now feeling the jet lag starting to kick in. Resting his head on your shoulder, shutting his eyes. When he said you donât even need a comfortable bed to sleep on, well, it is the complete opposite for him. He just needs you.Â
A ping was heard indicating a new message on your phone, and you quickly checked it as a soft laugh coming out from your mouth. Laughing at the meme your cousin sent you. She apologized for not getting out of work earlier because now, she has to face the traffic.
As a truce for her mistake she bought you a dozen of your favorite donuts.Â
Jungkook flinched and scrunching his eyes as he felt a movement from you.
âHey. Sorry, baby.â You noticed the flinched and instantly place a kiss on his cheek. As a token of apology for waking him up. By the groggy grunts, you know heâs awake now. Guilt rushed in you because you know he hates jet lag as it always gets the best of him. Youâre scratching his scalp as your other hand is still holding your phone.
âSheâll be here in ten. Youâre right, sheâs caught in a traffic jam.â
Jungkook just hummed at that because all he wanted right now is to lay down next to you and have a good sleep. Smiling at your husband, you keep scratching the back of his head.
A habit you gained from living with Jungkook. He purrs like a kitten full with milk every time you do that. With one hand you replied to your cousin to just step on the gas like a daredevil she is.Â
Your cousin, Suri, is only one year older than you. Sheâs the mature cousin in many senses but it is always you who she runs to when life is being the big bad wolf.
Like the one when she had to tell her mom - your aunt, that she lost her earrings. They werenât just any earrings, it was inherited by your grandmama. Being the curious rebel, Suri took them from her mom jewelry box and showing them off at school.
What a way to go when she lost them during recess. In panic, she dragged you and both of you spent hours searching for them in the school yard, at the field (she doesnât even went to the field), at the cafeteria, basically every nook and cranny of your high school.Â
Living just a few houses away, you and Suri were practically attached at the hip, always hanging out together after school, so nobody really questioned why you and Suri was late on that day.
The search was fruitless. Finally she decided to come clean at her mom, which was your earliest idea before the both you dipped your heads into the bushes.
Staying by her side, you comforted her by holding her hand. She was scared shitless and as expected she got a âgoodâ earful nagging from your lovely aunt. But you still stayed by her side, only leaving when she fell asleep, with wet pillow because of the tears and snot.Â
Just like highschool, right now you feel the need to be by her side in facing the divorce of her parents. She acted like she was fine when you called last week, from her defeated voice, you know. You know her probably better than she knows herself.Â
She was the one who found out that her dad is cheating on her mom. She kept it to herself for months. Months!
Not telling a soul because sheâs giving her dad a time or a chance to make things right. Her dad, doesnât even know his daughter knew. Perhaps she was in denial but not until she broke the news to you. You advised her that she should tell her mom.
Well, clearly she did took your advice because now everyone is here to support your aunt and your cousin.Â
From far you can hear a screeching sound which you donât have to listen carefully to know that it belongs to Suri. Sheâs loud. Even Jungkook is wide awake now. Blinking like Bambi with his big eyes, his hands are still on your hips. He looks so adorable you canât help but planting kisses on his nose and his cheeks.
âIâm sorry you have to wake up now. I promise you will have the most wonderful rest at grandmaâs. But for now we have to settle with Suriâs car, yeah?â Whispering softly as if you could break him if you speak too loud.
Jungkook just looks so fragile when woken up from a nap. Youâre not sure if he managed to catch all the words you just said because he keeps blinking with a slightly parted mouth. Youâre so tempted to kiss him silly when suddenly somebody tap your head from the back. Itâs Suri.Â
âDamn, did I just cockblocked you from kissing him?â She said with a smirk on her face. Her short hair really does look better in person, she was so unsure during your facetime, feeling it would make her head look big.
Getting up from Jungkook, you give her a tight bear hug.
Feeling ignored, Jungkook grabs the end of his hoodie that youâre still wearing.
âOh Jungkook, my brother! How are you? Man, look at this healthy long black hair. What did you feed him? He looks more buff nowâ She patted his shoulder like he is her little brother, looking amused at his hair.
âKeep it longer boy, your wife has a long hair kink.â She sends you a wink as if whatever that she just spilled is normal.Â
Jungkook tilt his head to you with a wide grin on his face.
âI know, she just doesnât want to let go of them, her hair pulling game is getting stronger,â he chuckles. He noticed that you have become a lot more touchy especially on his hair ever since he let it grow, long enough to cover his eyes.
And not to mention how you keep on pulling them like your life is hanging on it during your heated sessions. Suri just clapped in amaze at Jungkookâs reply.
The ride was a peaceful one, perhaps Suri is as tired as you are. It's relatively far from the airport to your grandmaâs.
You keep glancing out the window to stare at the view. The street is still so familiar with nothing much has changed. Sitting on the passenger seat, youâre devouring the donut from your favorite bakery like a madman because theyâre still taste the same. You save some for Jungkook since he already passed out at the back seat.Â
The picture of you sitting next to Suri surely brings back your young adulthood memories. Only now with an additional passenger at the back.Â
You turn to check on him from time to time. He looks so adorable, you covered him with his hoodie after you took it off from you and his head leans on the window. Suri noticing you keep glancing back, smiles fondly.
âYou can sleep with him at the back.â Suri breaks the serenity that lingered in the car.
âNo, itâs fine. Heâs fine.â Pulling your left leg closer until your knee reaches your chest. A habit of yours every time youâre in a car.
âSeriously, you keep glancing at him like a mom watching her baby sleeps. Does he really can only sleep with you being near to him though?âÂ
âYeah, he told me he was completely fine with sleeping alone before he met me. But he couldnât anymore now.â Smiling so wide you remembered the night Jungkook confessed that.
Suri cooed and dramatically clenched her fist on her chest. âHeâs romantic. You used to despise these hopeless romanticsâÂ
âKeyword, used to.âÂ
Both of you and Suri let out a small laugh, and the smile on her face faded before she let out a sigh. âI missed you. You have no idea how bad it was for me to deal with this shit all by myself.â
You put your hand on her shoulder to comfort her. You know it wonât bring much difference but what else can you do?
âMy dad is so stupid, Iâm telling you. He asked me to check for his PayPal account when his mistress is still texting him at that time. Imagine how fucked up it was for me? I had to pretend I saw none of her filthy texts.â Suri speaks in a low voice, sounded defeated.Â
âI almost broke up with my boyfriend. I keep thinking his âI love youâs is as fake as my dadâs when he used it to my mom.â She rubs the bridge of her nose and you listen to her, letting her venting out all of the frustration that she couldnât do through a video call.
âMy mom acted like sheâs fine and all. She told me she saw it coming. But she didnât say shit because of me. How stupid. Itâs not like I am a teenager. Hell, they shouldâve part ways when we were in high school. At least I get to hang out with the kids from the âdivorced parentsâ club.âÂ
âNo, you were banned from joining clubs because you made a bad joke to one of them kids." Youâre trying to lighten up the mood. But it was an exaggerated statement.
âFuck, yeah I forgot about that one. Well, ainât I was a troubled child, the sign of a messed up parenting was already there,â
You laugh at that and as the laughter died down, Suri looks at Jungkook through the rear-view mirror for a few seconds before her soft gaze falls on you.
âI pray he treats you right, I pray that your love will never fade. I donât think I want to get married, not now at least. Love sucks but seeing you two, Lilo, looking this happy, makes me wanna believe in it again.âÂ
âLilo? I havenât heard that nickname in a long time. You either sappy or drunk to call me that,â you giggles at your cousin. Intentionally ignoring the heavy mood because you hate it when your cousin is sad and brooding. Like sheâs giving up.
âSee, this is what I meant. You, was never serious about love, you hated it more than I do. I thought youâre pranking me when you told me about him. It was me who was in a long relationship but look whoâs wearing the ring now,â she slightly punch your shoulder as the car stopped at the red light.Â
Unbeknownst to you, the passenger in the back seat is listening to your conversations.Â
Jungkook was half awake after he heard laughters and giggles coming from you and Suri. He wants to fall back to sleep but he decided to listen more when you told Suri he couldnât sleep without you.
Jungkook blushed under his hoodie that he had to pulled to cover his face. He knows he shouldnât eavesdrop on your conversations with your cousin. Since it sounded intimate when Suri talked to you in a low tone.Â
But then again, he couldnât bring himself to sleep after Suri called you Lilo. He never heard of that name before, and he made a mental note to ask you about it later.
Heâs eager to listen more as you and Suri are talking about him right now. When Suri said she prays he treats you right, he wanted to profusely said yes, yes he always hope heâs treating you right. Always trying to be the right man for you, thatâs all he wanna be.Â
He couldnât calm his wild heart when he heard his name coming from you, speaking softly.
âJungkook, is so endearing. Iâm sure he had it rough when he first met me. I was mean to him. I shut him out. But he keeps coming back, keep asking me to let him love me properly. Truthfully, at first I was annoyed. I told him he likes the idea of me, not the real me. I keep telling him that he would hate me at the end of the day,â you sigh, thinking back to the day you left him with a hurtful looks on his face.Â
Jungkook is screaming internally. No I would never hate you, I canât hate you.Â
He wants to hold you so bad right now. Scrunching his eyes with a heavy exhale coming out of his nose. Jungkook knows his love story wasnât the greatest love story ever told but it was the most beautiful journey he ever walked into.
From meeting you, getting to know you, rejectedïżœïżœby you, multiple times, to the day you finally let him in. And he is still learning new things with you. His heart breaks a little when you think of it that way, because he never thought he had it rough, he never thought of you being mean to him.Â
âBut he accepts me, all of me. I have no idea how to love so he asked me to learn it together with him. Saying yes to marrying him probably seems reckless and rushing to some but out of so many unsure things in my life, being with him isnât one of that. Now he has become my home, my wings, my loverâÂ
Jungkook teared up at your confession. You rarely are the first one to show affection but he knows. He always does.Â
After almost an hour drive, Suri slowed the car on the familiar residency. Pulling up her car in front of the beige house, you straighten up your back as you can see a few cars already parked neatly, along the street to your grandmaâs house.
The beige coloured wall looks new yet you still recognize it as the house you used to reside when you were a little girl. You noticed familiar figures. Looks like everyoneâs here already.
You glanced back and saw Jungkook stretching his arm as his mouth widely opened with a yawn. Suri is already out of the car hugging your other cousins. You help Jungkook fixing his hair and coming out of the car together, before they practically swarms you and engulf you in a big hug.Â
Jungkook can feel the warmth from the interactions he got. He really feels bad for not staying longer after the wedding. Otherwise he will get to know your family a bit better. He was awkward at first, but your uncles and aunts didnât treat him like a stranger and everything that youâre stressed about for weeks disappeared into thin air.
The unnecessary thoughts you and Jungkook had about meeting your Grandmama also gone too.Â
Grandmama loves him, she may be slightly senile as she couldnât quite remember people but she is so comfortable with Jungkook. Oh your grandma, the wrinkles on her skin, her hearing and eyesight are starting to deteriorate.
The moment you walked into the door, you saw her on her favorite couch, kneeling next to her legs, you put your hands on her knees. Informing her that you have arrived safely. She couldnât hear you properly so Suri told you to speak a little louder.
She hardly recognize you which breaks your heart but itâs partly your fault. You shouldâve visited her often.Â
Jungkook who was sitting next to you just looks at you and your grandma. Fondness filled in his eyes when he saw your thumb rubs circle on your Grandmamaâs knee.Â
An act Jungkook always does to you. You introduced Jungkook to her and ever as polite your husband his, he stretched out his both of his hands to your grandma. She held his hand as Jungkook told her that he is your husband.
âLilo? Liloâs husband?â Grandmama asking for a confirmation at Jungkook. Jungkook kneels closer to her because she hasnât let go of his hand. With as much energy her frail body can give, she squeezes his hand. âLilo, you happy?â Grandmama turns to you as her other hand patted your head.
âYes, grandma. Very happy.â
Fighting the tears from rolling down your face. This whole situation is very emotional because itâs like sheâs giving your marriage a blessing. You regretted for not coming earlier. Jungkook notices how emotional youâve become and he gives you a reassuring smile.
âLilo makes me happy, grandma. Iâm sorry for not visiting you sooner,â Jungkook squeezed back your grandmaâs hand and your heart swelled at him using your childhood nickname.Â
The night went so well after the emotional reunion.Â
The thing about your big family is nobody is left out. Itâs loud because everyone get to talk. Even the shy Jungkook is included. Jungkook have no idea kids love him. The only little kids interaction he managed to survive is Yuna, Taehyungâs baby.
Watching from the kitchen window, you can see your cousinâs children are following him like ducklings, the sight is very endearing.
He is good with kids, he just didnât know that. He has a lot of stamina to match up with the kidsâ energetic nature. He had his rest on the way, and now he is walking around while holding an infant.
You instantly think that he would be an amazing dad.Â
âThinking of having one of those?â Suri speaks up from behind you. Her eyes glued on the kids chasing Jungkook at the yard.
Grandmama once told that Grandpapa wants a big yard for kids to run freely. Now it serves its purpose.
âWe havenât fully discuss about it yet, but we did talked âbout itâ Your feel your stomach doing a back flip because the idea of mini you and Jungkook running around in the house, tiny hands and feet, giggles and gurgles are so, so, so tempting but youâre not sure if Jungkook wants that as much as you do.
Your marriage is still on the early stage.Â
As if Suri can read your mind she turns to you to help you stacked up the clean plates. âWhatâs there to discuss? If you both want kids, then let it happen. Iâm pretty sure Jungkook wants them as much as you do.âÂ
Biting your lower lip, thinking how should you break your desire to Jungkook. âYea, I guess.â Turning off the faucet, you and Suri walks to the living room.
You and Jungkook decided to stay a night at your grandmaâs before spending the rest of the week at your parentsâ house. Jungkook feels like he has a lot to catch up with Grandmama. But since itâs already late into the night and Grandmama needs her rest, Jungkook would have to settle down with you and spend the day with her tomorrow.Â
Jungkook was given a mini tour of the house before you stopped at your used to be bedroom. It wasnât big now but it felt huge when you were a little kid.Â
You took a shower first before Jungkook because that man takes forever when heâs in the bathroom. Seriously, he could spend an hour doing whatever it is inside it.Â
After showering, you sprawl on the cozy bed. Looks like someone been tidying the room, you might have to ask Suri later. You turn around to face Jungkook who is sitting on the edge of the bed.
âBabe, câmere please, I need you,â you groggily calling him. Jungkook chuckles softly as he crawls hastily to you. Like a dog being offered the bone. This sight could be mistaken as lust but right now, with his bunny grin and and bouncy long hair? He is just so adorable.Â
âOkay Lilo, tell me, why am I just found out about Lilo now? Lilo?â Raising his brows as he hovers above you. You let out a soft giggles as you place your hands on his chest, creating a space between you and he pouted at that.
âTruthfully I forgot about that name. Because, only my closest family call me that.â Jungkook hums at that and you can feel the vibration from his chest.
âBack off Kook, youâre suffocating me.â
He whines when you pushed him but he clings back to you like a koala on your side. His legs trapping your legs as his hand sprawled on your stomach.Â
âWhy Lilo?â He speaks softly.
Confused at your husband sudden ministrations, your turns to face him. âWhy are you suddenly so clingy?â You raise one brow to him before he tightens his hold on your stomach. Leaving wet smooches on your neck, your jaw and your cheek.
âLet me love my wife. Come on, you didnât answer me. Why Lilo? Is it related to Lilo and Stitch?â
You place your hand on his cheek.Â
"Yes, it is indeed related to Lilo and Stitch. They call me Lilo because I⊠Okay promise you wonât laugh first.â You giggle thinking about the silly reason behind your nickname.
âWhat, babe. Donât keep me hanging. I wonât laugh.âÂ
Propping his hand, he grabs you closer. âStop giggling, tell me.â Jungkook pinches your cheek with his other hand.
âItâs because I used to make voodoos with spoons. Just like Lilo.â You cover your face with your hands. Jungkook lets out the loudest laugh and after realizing that maybe youâre embarrassed by that, he toned it down a little.
âYou promised you wonât laugh! Asshole." You smack his arm.
âI said I wonât laugh, I didn't promise anything,â he talks back at you while sticking his tongue out.
âTrying to be a smartass now? Get away from me, Iâm sleeping with grandmaâ You wiggle your body so you could get out from his leg. He laughs even harder as he tightens his hold, not wanting to let you go.
âAwe but why? Tell me more? How did you do it, voodoo queenâÂ
Jungkook pulls your hands that covered your face, and he kisses the fingers and your palms.
âKids were mean to me, telling me that my parents doesnât love me, because Iâm living with grandma and grandpa. So, coming home after school, I would grab a spoon and draw a face on it with crayons. Stop snickering Jungkook, it was so hard for me back then.â You pouted at him.Â
âAwe Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry you had a rough childhood. My poor baby,â he patted your hair like heâs coaxing a child. âWho are they? Want me to beat them? I have black belt in taekwondo, let me use my strength.â He said with a serious face. He wouldnât.
âJungkook it was a long time ago, and we were kids,â you smile fondly at him, feeling protected though you know he has the softest heart of them all.Â
âI forgot their names let alone their faces. Never choose violence, Kook, what if some kids bullied our babies, you're gonna beat them?â You trace your finger on his tensed brows, and theyâre soften at your touch.
Actually his whole face softened and lit up simultaneously at your remarks.
âOur babies?" he utter. The words rolling on his tongue so smoothly.
"Say it again, love.â He nuzzles his nose on your neck. Oh, the idea of having a baby with you, drives him wild.Â
You on the other hand is giggling at his actions, youâre a bit ticklish on your neck. And when he bites and sucks the sensitive skin, you let out a breathy moan âOur-babiesâ. Damn Jeon Jungkook.
âKook,â you speak as softly as you can.
âHmm,â he lapped on the abused area, purple and dark pink are subtly forming and surely they will be darker marks by tomorrow morning.
Still latching on your neck he pulls himself with one hand holding him up, the other hand is roaming your body. From your arms, to your belly, before settling by the hip. His thumb is caressing your soft skin.
His dark wavy locks is tickling your chin and you had enough, grabbing his face with both hands as you bring him closer. Noses touching and his lips are wet from biting, with hooded eyes but still carrying the fondness in them, his breathing is becoming more labored and so do you.
âWe shouldnât, Grandmama is sleeping next door,â you either telling that to him or to yourself because from the way youâre licking your lower lip, you donât want him to stop.
Jungkook knows you, you wanted him to convince you that whatever youâre about to do is okay, he will be the bad guy for you.
âGrandmamaâs hearing is a bit-â before he can finish you smacked his chest.
âDonât say it, itâs the age factor. Donât be so mean!â You whisper harshly.
âOuch, okay Iâm sorry, I shouldnât put it that way, but she wonât wake up. Weâre not gonna bother her." He assumed.
"So, you my darling, have to be quiet,â he smirks as he winks at you.Â
âYeah? Kiss me already,â you pulls him down so his lips crash on yours. It is lustful, it is messy, but Jungkook always takes it slow. Heâs a bit sentimental when it comes to making love with you.
Youâre so different, you want it hard. Biting his lower lip as you tug it, a silent pleading for him to move faster. He chuckles at your impatience.
âAlways rushing, princess. Iâm not going anywhere.â His tongue skillfully breaking into your mouth, dominating the kiss. You let him. Your hand which was on his neck now grabbing his hair.
Feeling his soft hair through your fingers before you pulled them. He moaned into your mouth and he pulls away, bearing his neck to you as he lets his head thrown back gravitating to your pull. Eyes closed and he looks like heâs high on ecstasy named you. âAhhh princess-â
âShh! Keep it down.â You immediately leaving marks on his neck and noticing the position is making you uncomfortable, you pushed him until he lays on his back. Straddling his lap, you dive back to his neck, continuing the abuse.
Jungkook canât keep his hands to himself as he quickly pulling up your shirt with struggle as youâre both are chest to chest. He rested his palm on your belly before grabbing your breast. He kneads the soft flesh and it illicit another moan from you. What a sight for Jungkook. You arched your back and gasped at the feeling of his dick poking your ass. Hard. Shakily putting your hands on his chest, you grind on his dick.Â
Jungkook almost cum in his pajama pants at this feeling. The view of you getting off on his clothed member, is making him insane. Your hips moving forward and backward making a tasty fraction, it feels good but it is not enough.
You keep biting your lips until it becomes swollen, and he swears he can feel you soaking your panties already with the wet feeling he felt. âCome on baby, cum like this,â He commands with a deep voice.
âNnggh- Kook, I canât- need youâ You scrunch your eyes and your movements is getting slower. Youâre exhausted.
âYes, you can. Come on baby, come on.â Jungkook gritted his teeth as he can feel your ass snug his dick perfectly. Noticing that your movement is getting faltered, he grips on your hips, and helps you picking up the pace. Surely will leave another bruising marks there. You whimper because the sensation is overwhelming.
Feeling the knot under your stomach is getting tighter and your pussy keeps on clenching on nothing. Only letting out more gush of slick.
"Ahh Kook, close! Iâm cumin-â the knot snapped and all you can see is white. Your breathing is getting more erratic before you completely fell down to his chest. He rubs you back lovingly but his hard dick is still poking you.
Jungkook prioritize your desire first before his and he kisses your head softly. With limping hands you got up pressing his chest once again.
âTake it off, take it all off,â your fingers grabbing the hem of his shirt and pull the material off while he frantically pushing down his pants and his boxer. He helps you taking off your bra as well before he starts swirling his lips on your perk nipple.
A tug and you moan deliciously, he moves on to you other nipple, paying as much attention as he did with the first one. He throw off your pants and panties and god knows where they lands in this room.Â
Pulling you up, he leans on the headboard. He instantly plunged two fingers into your hole and youâre clenching so hard, making he whines. Itâs starting to get hot and steamy as you two letting out breathy moan. Still straddling him, you blindly grab his dick with your hand, pumping it up and down.
âEnough, just wanna be inside you, now!â Jungkook aligned his member to your hole. Putting your hands on his shoulders, you slowly sinking down on him.
Choking and moan in unison as you both adjust to the position. With head thrown back, you sob because Jungkook is big and no matter how many times you fuck, it still feels like your first time.Â
Sensing your discomfort he stays still.
âKook, why are you so big?â Youâre mumbling incoherent words.
âYeah? Iâm big? Taking my cock so well. Fuck, baby, youâre so tight. Come on baby, bounce on my cockâ he grunts as your walls keeps on fluttering. His rolling hips and his dirty talks are making you seeing stars. A whining mess and your cunt is clenching him like a vice.
âStop clenching so hard baby, I might cum soon, we donât want that, right?â he warns with a bite on your shoulders and he switches the position with you now laying on your back, dick still hard inside you.
He keeps up the pace and moaned so loud as he can see the way his dick pistons in and out of your pussy.
âCreamed so hard on my cock, baby, youâre so wonderful.â His hands on your waist with your heels digging his ass.
âFaster, faster. Please, please, please,â youâre chanting, ignoring that somebody might hear you because Jungkook is hitting it right.Â
The squeaking bed and the loud skin slap are echoing in the room.
So much of keeping quiet.
âFuck, youâre so beautiful. Baby, letâs have kids, huh. Letâs have them,â he spreads his palm on your lower belly. Already thinking you carrying a child, his child, how you would look like with a swollen belly.
Fuck, motherhood would look good you. With that thought he trusts harder and faster. You whine and scratch his back as the pace was intensified. Jungkook hiss on both sensation, the sting on his back and how your walls grip his dick tighter at the mention of having a kid.
âYes, yes, yes. Letâs have a baby- nnnghh Kook, shit shitâ Your body jolted when Jungkook suddenly flicks his thumb at your clit. Pushing you to the edge. And you trashed so wild under him as you feel your bliss is approaching.
âCumming- Baby Iâm cumming nghhh Kook, donât stopâ letting him know before you finally let go. Feeling buzzed as Jungkook keep on trusting in and out of you, dragging your high.
âGonna cum in so deep, gonna make make you swole with a baby. Mine, mine, all mineâ Jungkook chanted as his pace is getting sloppy, chasing his own high. Warm ribbons of cum spurted inside your pussy as you milk him dry.Â
The only sounds that youâre hearing right now is a buzzing, and how you two are breathing so heavily. He falls down next to you with his arm snaking around your waist. His breathing is fanning your neck before he left a kiss on your cheek. You're pushing his hair back from his sweaty forehead while he also helps you with your untangled hair.
âIâm serious,â Jungkook grabs your chin to make you look at him. Gone already the lust and the dark in his eyes, now replaced with pools of galaxies.
âAbout having a baby?" You asked.
"Yeah, me too,â you smile sweetly at him and he grins so wide, if you could list the most beautiful look on Jeon Jungkookâs face, one of it was when you said yes after he proposed. When you walked down the aisle, your first sex with him, and right now.
âThank you, baby. You have no idea how happy I am right now,â he kisses your whole face.
âI thought you donât want kids yet, since, well, since we never really discuss about it seriously.â You said softly, putting your head on his chest with finger tracing the skin. In contrast to your heated session, after sex is always soft and calm.
âYou silly, of course I want them. I thought youâre the one who is not ready yet, because yea, I never wear condom whenever we made love, but youâre always on the pills, so I assumed you donât want one, yet, and I also donât wanna push you,â he whispers softly. You sigh, the way he uses the words âmade loveâ and not sex. Instead of âletâs fuckâ itâs âlet me love youâ, and how can you not keep falling for this man. He is disgustingly nerdy and sweet and lovely.
âI will consult my doctor for the pills and we start from there okay?â You glance up, making a promise to him and he nods excitedly like a child.
âCome on up, pee-pee first. Always pee after love making.â Jungkook patted on your bare ass before he got up to carry you to the bathroom.Â
Usually youâre woken up everyday to a big pair of warm hands rubbing circles either on your back or on your belly. Some mornings, the same hands just played with your head, the long fingers ran through the hair with a little pressure. Massaging the scalp. Some mornings, the hands get extra playful when they tickled your nose, your neck, your waist, poking the inside of your ears or pinched your cheeks.
These assaults always resulted in the owner of the hands winning. How can you beat the strength of a man with doe eyes, silly bunny grins and his boyish laugh?
His laugh booming in the room like a heavenly sound. But today, you woke up on your own. No hands. No head massage. No tickles.
Where is your husband? Is he showering? Thereâs no sound of water hitting the tiles. His phone is still charging by the bedside, he never let go of his phone. Strange.Â
You freshened up before you leave the room to check on grandmama. But sheâs not in her room too, well, considering the time and sheâs an early riser, sheâs probably somewhere around the house anyway.
Just as you thought you were left alone, you heard a very familiar giggles. They come from the outside of the house, and your feet are following the sounds.
A smile adorns on your face as you can see the backs of the most important people in your life sitting side by side. Both of them are facing the backyard garden.
You come closer and you can clearly see her wrinkled hands on top of his. He pulled his head back and laughing like a little kid, while she held onto his hands lovingly. Her laugh, though soft, can be heard along with his.Â
You wanted to soak this moment in your brain so you could remember this for years and years. How the morning sunshine makes everything more picturesque, how his broad shoulders shakes when he laughs, how she leans on a chair, as old as she is.
Her brown chair, bought along with his husbandâs big chair. The spot which was left empty ever since he passed away, and you wonder how lonely it is for her to be sitting there alone every morning and every evening.
You stood silently by the sliding door, not wanting to break the moment as so many sentimental memories flooding your mind.Â
âHey, babe? Good morning,â said the man as he turns around to face you. Wide smile on his face, post-laughing puffy cheeks.
âGood morning, Liloâ said another voice as she struggles to turn around. You donât want her to strain her back so you immediately move to sit next to her legs. Kneeling closer like you always did, like a little girl listening to her favorite stories, you place your palm on her knees.
âGood morning, Grandmama. You had a good sleep?â Still not used to speaking louder to her. Brushing your hair she smiles fondly, âyes, yesâ
âWhereâs my good morning?â Pouted the man next to her.Â
âYes, Jungkook. Good morning to you too,â you roll your eyes playfully.Â
If itâs not Grandmamaâs hands holding him, Jungkook would have touched you, peppering you with kisses because it is his morning routine.Â
But he woke up early today, because he guessed Grandmama is already up and he wanted to spend time with her. He was right, the moment he stepped out of the room, Grandmama was walking slowly to the chair outside of the house.
The lady who Jungkook assumed as the maid which Suri told you about last night, is plating a tray of toast and tea for her.Â
Jungkook moves to help Grandmama settles on her chair before she insisted him to sit next to her.Â
âThatâs Grandpapaâs chair.â You jutting your chin at him, whispering but he can still hear you.
âReally?â Jungkook flustered because Grandmama really insisted him to sit on it and now knowing that this seat belongs to Grandpapa, he feels even more honored.Â
âWhat are you two laughing about just now?â You glanced up to face your grandma with big eyes. Grandmama just chuckles and you can see your husband is biting his lips trying to hold back his laughter.
âJust, reminiscing old memories, sweetheart,â Grandmama replied.Â
âApparently, someone really hates wearing pants since she was a little girl. Humm, Grandmama did you know she still refuses to wear pants sometimes?â Jungkook leans closer to Grandmamaâs ears as if they both are sharing some secrets. Pretending that youâre not even there.
With shocking wide eyes and gaping mouth, you knew exactly who is that little girl. Itâs you. Grandmama just told Jungkook about your unhealthy habit, great, now Jeon Jungkook can collect another material into his teasing box.
âDid not!â You gasp and giving your Grandmama a betrayal look.Â
âWhat was sheâs like back then? Running around naked? Sheâs a wild one isnât she?â Both of them are ignoring you and Jungkook keep on firing questions to Grandmama.
Youâre pretty sure the blush on your cheeks are from controlling the anger you have towards your husband right now. Definitely not because of embarrassing. Nope.
Seeing Grandmama laughing at both of you is making your heart swell. Your eyes land on her hands that has been holding Jungkookâs ever since you saw them. You were worried for nothing, and guilt is starting to creep on you as you were initially do not plan on bringing Jungkook along.Â
Because first, youâre worried for him. Jungkook is not used to your family which is again, your fault. You didnât properly introduce him to your family, not traditionally-proper. Itâs not like youâre breaking the norms or rebelling or anything. Itâs just you donât feel that is necessary.
As long as you love each other, thatâs all that matters. But you worried nevertheless. Worried they might not include him, what if Jungkook is uncomfortable because, dear god, Jungkook will never let you know if heâs feeling bothered. Very much like you, now taste your own medicine.
Secondly, itâs Grandmama, she has never met Jungkook, and yes, she is lovely but what if she suddenly doesnât approve of him? That would break his heart.Â
Now you realize that youâre worried for nothing, everyone loves him. How can they not?Â
âI wanna take a short nap, you two can stay here.â Your Grandmama reaches for her cane as her wobbly legs trying to stand up. The maid rushed out to help her before Jungkook was about to carry her himself.
âYou donât have to carry and old lady like me, just carry your wife,â your Grandmama chuckles as she slowly walks back to her room.Â
Jungkook rubs the back of his neck and sigh, he doesnât mind carrying Grandmama. He once saw his dad carried his grandma on his back and he wanted to do that too. Shifting his gaze back on you who is still staring at him.
âHey, the girl who hates pants,â Jungkook smirks cheekily. Here comes your Jungkook. âWow I have no idea you hate pants. No wonder you donât wanna wear one all the time. Oh wow,â he faked gasp at the fact. Mocking you.
âI will burn all of your pants the moment we got back, Kook,â words are seething through your teeth as you faked threatening him.Â
âI donât mind that, we can be pant-less together,â Jungkook leans back to the chair as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of the morning air.Â
You're sitting next to him, only managed to stare at his beauty.
âStop staring and come closer, please. Iâm yours, you can touch me.â He said. Of course he caught you staring at him.
âI didnât stare!â You blush.
âPut your head on my shoulder. Let me bask in this glory morning with my wife,â Jungkook speaks softly as he pulls your head closer to his shoulder. And you let him.
Feeling his steady breathing, cold cups of tea, half eaten toast, his humming of an unknown song, his hands on top of yours, a kiss on your head, and you really deeply seriously madly in love with this man.Â
âBy the way, Grandmama heard us last night, she said good job and she wants to see great-grandchildren real soon,â Jungkook said in a monotonous voice as if itâs nothing.Â
Well, shit.
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trans cub with a very big, hairy belly here. not only do I absolutely love seeing this on other guys, but it has shocked the hell out of me by becoming one of my favorite parts of my transition.
there are so, so many people out there who love this part of you. we are out there and then some.
like this post if you think tboy tummies are sexy I'm trying to see something
#pre-transition? my belly was something I had been endlessly self conscious over since about age 5#there was nothing I wanted to change more than the fact that I had a noticable belly#I didnt think there was anything in the world that could change that except losing weight#then I lost weight and. guess what. it didn't really help.#so my hopes of loving that part of my body were out the window#but then I transitioned. I started looking at cis bears with more attention#both out of separate attraction and because I knew that was the direction my transition was going to take me#and regularly seeing bears in my feed became (entirely by accident) a kind of exposure therapy for me#in a matter of months I noticed myself feeling less self conscious if my belly briefly showed while I was trying on jackets at the store#I started feeling less self-conscious when I went to the pool#then I started to enjoy actually seeing that part of myself#not as something to try to mentally ignore when I looked in the mirror. but actually SEEING it as part of me with no shame#all this to say that just. this shit is HARD. it's a long process and our brains work against us every step of the way#but if you can find beauty in that part of other men?#you can also start to see it in yourself#and you might just surprise yourself into loving it as much as others do
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winter dreams
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
eddie really wants to give you a baby for christmas
cw: 18+ ONLY - SMUT. reader and eddie are actively trying to get pregnant, unprotected piv, creampie
The fire crackles in the fireplace beside you, orange embers licking at the logs below them. The carpet is plush beneath your bare back, skin pleasantly warm from the flames.
Thereâs a Christmas tree in the corner of the living room, its pretty colored lights partnering with the fire to cast the prettiest glow across the space. A Bing Crosby holiday album plays from the record player, volume turned low, making him sound far away; dreamlike.
Your eyes wander momentarily to the window, and you can see the snow falling down in slow, fluffy flakes. Itâs like youâre inside of a snow globe, and someone just shook it upside down. You smile warmly, letting this moment wrap you up in its joy.
Eddie rocks slowly into you, hands braced on the floor beside your head. Every move he makes is entirely intentional, filling you completely full of him with each thrust. Despite his loving pace, it still knocks the breath out of you, feeling him all over you; everywhere.
You let out a satisfied hum, to which he grunts softly in response. His wide, beautiful brown eyes look down at you, twinkling with the reflection of the lights. Long lashes flutter before his eyelids close, face leaning into yours to press a kiss to your mouth, open in a sigh of his name.
"Fuck, baby," he groans. "Feel like fucking heaven." His voice is deep and husky, and it seems to wrap around you, enveloping you in the affection that pours from him.
You don't really respond, aside from another moan. He's turning you to mush, slowing down your brain, rendering you incapable of forming a sentence. Your fingers dig into his shoulder blades, nails digging in to his soft skin.
"Are you feeling good, sweetheart?" he asks, watching the way your eyes roll back as he delivers another deep thrust.
Typically, that question would come out a little cocky; smug. He'd be pounding you senseless, knowing damn well he's making you feel so good and also that you're in no state to respond to him. But right now, there's nothing but pure adoration behind his ask. This is love-making in its purest form, slow and steady and passionate, hands caressing tenderly and lips moving languid across searing skin.
"Yes," you gasp. "So good, baby," your brain manages to string the words together, leaving you breathily.
A pleased noise erupts from deep in his throat, and his mouth dips down to kiss the side of your face, trailing purposefully down to your neck.
"God, I love you," he murmurs into the crook of your neck, strands of his unruly curls tickling your neck.
It drags another high-pitched sound from you, and that's all the response he needs.
"Gonna get you pregnant, holy shit," he pants, statement enunciated by the slick, wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you.
And that was always the plan, but hearing him say it now, in the heat of the moment, has your walls clenching around him, your brain fuzzy with desire.
"That what you want, baby? Hm? Want me to give you a baby for Christmas?"
You whimper, back arching til your tits are pressed against his chest, eyes screwing shut.
âNeed you to use your words, honey,â he coaxes, letting his mouth dip to your cleavage, pressing a kiss featherlight to the skin.
âYes, Eddie,â you burn. âThatâs what I want.â
Itâs something youâd both been talking about for a while. A baby. Youâd been less and less cautious during sex lately, rolling with the mindset of, âif it happens, it happensâ. But this, tonightâ this feels more intentional, more promising.
His tongue swirls around one of your nipples, hips unwavering in their steady rocking.
âGood, baby. âM gonna give it to you,â he rasps, bringing his mouth back up, bottom lip dragging hot up the column of your throat until he catches your own mouth.
His tongue slots between your lips, moving slow with yours, sending a shiver straight through you. The rough pad of his thumb carefully finds your clit, snagging on it, rubbing in soft circles. A moan catches in your throat, coming out strangled, head tipping back against the soft carpeting.
âOh, fuck,â you whine, feeling that familiar swell of tension in the pit of your stomach.
âCâmon, baby. You gonna cum for me?â
âYes. Yes, yes, yes,â you chant, letting him play your body like an instrument, getting such pretty sounds out of you; working you up to your crescendo.
The weight of him on top of you is grounding, comforting as he sends you tipping over your edge. A few more swirls of his finger around your bud timed perfectly with his deep thrusts has you unraveling entirely. You moan unashamedly, hands desperately pulling him secure against your chest as your body shakes.
âFuck, sweetheart,â he pants, his voice wrecked. âIâm gonna cum, gonna cum inside youââ
And just like that, you can feel his cock twitching and his hips stilling, your insides coated with his release. He curses and groans, the noises dizzying, music to your ears. Two chests heave in unison, rising and falling, rising and falling as you both catch your breath. He doesn't pull out, in fact you think he might even push himself deeper, like he's really trying to make his seed stick.
He kisses you like it's his last moment on earth, like he's trying to breathe life into you and steal the life from you all at once. Bodies still entwined, still connected.
When he pulls away, everything feels still. The record player croons, dreams of white Christmases floating through the air. The look in Eddie's eyes says everything, no need for words.
If this were a dream, you'd never want to wake up. You're pretty certain it's real, though.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fanfiction
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*à©â©â§âË requiem of a cringe
did something embarrassing last night and was like "I need to go crawl in a hole and die. OR I could write"
type of post: blurbs characters: cater, rook, jack, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral (the term "damsel in distress" is used in vil's part, but it's meant to be teasing and not indicative of the reader's gender), reader is yuu, rook is rook
I. Talks Too Much
It's not that you're trying to be annoying.
Your mouth simply moves faster than your mind, and before you know it, you've been talking for twenty uninterrupted minutes about... well... nothing.
You always notice that uncomfortable, irritated look on their face just after you're done. And then you keep rambling in an attempt to make it less awkward (it never does).
And now you're here, hiding in the hedge maze outside Heartslabyul, thinking about getting lost and never coming out of it.
Of course, if anyone were to find you now, it'd be him.
"Hey, hon~ you busy?"
"Please, not now, Cater," you mutter.
The boy stills, looking a little taken aback by how miserable you sound.
"Are you still upset about that thing at the Unbirthday Party? That was hours ago, babe! I bet no one even remembers,"
You physically cringe. The faces of your uncomfortable tablemates won't seem to leave your memory...
"I remember it," you murmur, burying your face in your hands. "I'm so annoying."
For once, Cater is quiet. A minute goes by, and you think he may have left, until you hear the grass crunching under his knees as he kneels down and pulls you into a hug.
"You are not annoying. And even if you were, it'd only make me like you more," he mutters, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
"Understand?"
Your surprise at his change in tone doesn't stop you from hugging back. "Understood,"
You hadn't meant to say all of that.
You just spilled a potion you'd been working on for hours, and amidst your frustrated floor-scrubbing, you had vented about your entire week to your poor lab partner, a person you had been trying to impress all semester.
He had, gracefully, let you finish your rant, and then let you sit in it, just like the harmless potion now coating your knees as you cleaned up the floor.
Then, he awkwardly said: "That... sucks. I guess. I don't know what to say,"
There had probably never, in your whole life, been a person who looked more unhappy to be around you.
Afterwards, you found a nice spot in the woods behind campus to die.
You lie there, hoping nature would reclaim you before next alchemy class, when some purposefully loud rustling in the bushes catches your eye.
"Ah, Trickster! You really should not lie like that- a predator will take that as weakness, non? Are you injured?"
"Only my pride,"
"Talking about it will make you feel better," Rook says. It's more of a demand than a question.
You sigh. "I think I've done enough talking for... ever, actually,"
"Nonsense," he suddenly straddles your waist and pins your wrists to the earth. "I will not move until you tell me the problem, mon cĆur."
You're like an animal in a snare. Once Rook has made up his mind, that's it. He will find out.
And so, with a sigh, you let him take the kill- that is, you tell him everything. Your whole, terrible week, the potion incident, the look on your lab partner's face...
When you're done, he's just. Smiling. "I see now. You are embarrassed,"
"Well... yes. You don't think that's embarrassing?"
He beams. "You are simply overflowing with beautiful emotion and passion for la vie! How could I ever find that embarrassing? You and I are not so different,"
In a weird way, that makes sense. Rook is never one to let shame hold him back from expressing his feelings.
He smiles at your pensive expression, and gives you a kiss on the head.
"Mais, next time you are upset, maybe you should come to me first, non?"
II. Clumsy
Forgetful, scatterbrained, oblivious, dimwitted are all words you've become used to hearing.
As well as a few colorful swears.
You have two left feet, even when you're not dancing- you're used to walking into walls, tripping, and dropping things- it just sucks that you have an audience now.
The first years that had gathered around the mess you made- tripping over your own feet and spilling the papers you were meant to deliver to Ace and Deuce all over the floor- are watching with grins and phones out.
You pretend they're not there, even with their taunts and whistles and laughter.
"Hey! Loitering is a waste of time!" someone barks. Literally.
You look up to see Jack moving through the crowd, scolding the other first years for blocking the hall.
When he sees you in the eye of the storm, on your hands and knees picking up your spilled papers, something upset takes his usually-stoic demeanor.
"What's the matter with you?!" he snarls at the boys. "Didn't anyone teach you any manners?! It's rude to stare- and laugh!"
His ears are flattened against his head when he kneels down beside you to help, collecting the papers, and putting them in your hands.
"Come on, we'll be late if you keep 'sittin there,"
Jack pulls you to your feet and gives one final snarl to the other first years before walking you off.
"...Thanks,"
"Eh? Don't mention it," he says. "Leona woulda had my tail if I just walked by..."
You know there's more to it than that, but you don't push. You're just happy he's forgotten to take his hand out of yours.
You can't handle being the center of attention.
For good reason, too- you're awkward, clumsy, and about the least graceful a person can get.
A true Ugly Duckling at a place like NRC. But Vil Schoenheit sees the swan in you. Perhaps that's why he's always been so patient and sweet.
It's a little distracting.
So much is obvious when he waves at you in the hall and, distracted by his smile, you walk right into a wall.
Though you can't see anything but stars after falling on your butt, the stares and snickers of everyone else are hard to miss.
Vil glares them away with a look that could kill twice over, and then stands over you as you lay on the floor.
"Come on," he says, holding out a hand. "I'll check you for concussion."
He brings you to Pomefiore and sits you down, shooing off a few curious underclassmen as he checks your pupils. "Do you feel nauseous?"
"Not really,"
"Then you'll be fine. Just a bump. You really should be more careful, though,"
You've heard that one before. Vil smiles at your dazed expression, and presses a cold compress against your head.
"This will help with the swelling,"
"Thanks," you mutter, still a little out of it. "You're my hero."
His eyebrows raise in true surprise, and then he chuckles. "And that makes you a damsel in distress?"
He doesn't give you a chance to respond before taking away the compress and kissing the red mark on your head.
"Don't think that being so cute is going to distract me. I'll make some time for lessons on poise this weekend,"
III. Unsociable
You'd think that being quiet and staying out of people's ways would get them to leave you alone, but it really just attracts more attention.
And after a grueling period of your tablemates making you the butt of every joke ("wow, I didn't know you could even talk!" "are you quiet because you hate us? come onnn, you can tell me!") you were ready to bury yourself alive.
"I don't ever want to leave," You mumble into the bundle of sheets and blankets on Idia's unmade bed.
"You could stay, y'know," Idia says from his desk, mindlessly scrolling through some gaming forum. "I should blackmail Crowley into letting you stay down here at least half the year."
"Couldn't it be the whole?"
"Nah. You need like, sunlight and stuff,"
"And you don't?!"
Idia snickers. "I'm built different. You know that. I get all my nutrients from blue light... You could at least stay for the weekend, though,"
You roll your eyes.
"...And I'll leak those normies' data. I'm sure I could get into their browser histories and have that emailed to their parents,"
Hm. You genuinely consider it for a moment, but eventually decide to give mercy. You're basically a saint.
"I think I just wanna pretend like I don't exist right now,"
Idia nods in understanding and pushes his gaming chair over to the edge of the bed, before crawling in and wrapping himself around you.
"That can be done. Pancakes tomorrow?"
Sure, there were people who talked to you, but you didn't talk back.
You just don't know how, you suppose. Every time you try, you end up saying the wrong thing, or are accidentally rude, or do something embarrassing.
You don't understand the references people make. You don't get social cues or hints. You have the social skills of an oyster.
Four months at Night Raven College, and you didn't have a single friend.
Well- except for him.
"How are you enjoying your tea?" Malleus asks, polite and curt as ever.
You take another sip- it's tangy, sweet, with a hint of bitterness. Some sort of Briar Valley blend that Malleus had imported just for you.
"I really like it,"
He smiles. "I'm pleased,"
One of the things you find so agreeable about Malleus is his simplicity. He often says exactly what he means; albeit, in a sort of 13th century Lord sort of way.
There's less stress with him. You don't have to pretend to be interesting, or outgoing, or cool. You can just be... you.
Because he likes you.
"You know," you say with a faint smile. "You're so nice to me. Sometimes I think that you're the only person I need. I could be happy with just you for the rest of my life."
You had meant that casually, but when you look back up from your cup, Malleus has this... look.
Wide-eyed, his lips pressed firmly together. There's even a dusting of color on his cheeks.
"Oh," you internally panic. Was that too much? Was that weird? Did you make things awkward again? Crap, you should have just acted normal, what's wrong with you?! "S-sorry, I-"
"Do you truly mean that?"
You go quiet, looking back at him with wide eyes. Your heart is pounding against your chest.
"...Yes,"
Malleus hums, his expression becoming more... pensive, and then...
He smiles. "I feel the same. Shall we go for a walk while the night is still young?"
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#cater diamond x reader#rook hunt x reader#jack howl x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#idia shroud x reader#malleus draconia x reader
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Gentle Daddy | C. Sc
Pairing: Scoups x reader
Genre: fluff, parent au
Summary: welcome aboard to the threenager stage of Seungcheol's son and how he parents him.
Seungcheol was seventeen when he met Chan, the youngest of their group. Was Chan a little brother? Yes. But at the start? Not quite. To Seungcheol, Chan was just another kid, someone he had to look after out of duty rather than choice.
As the oldest in their group, Seungcheol often became the subject of jokes about his strict ways. âEveryone, if you donât wake up on three, Iâll give you 10 more laps of running,â Seungkwan teased, mimicking Seungcheol's commanding tone from their training days, complete with a mock-serious expression that drew laughter.
âSeungcheol hyung definitely needs someone gentle to balance that out,â Chan piped up with a cheeky grin. But before he could finish, Seungcheol raised an eyebrow and asked, âBalance what?â
Chan swallowed nervously, waving his hand dismissively as the others burst into laughter. âNo, no, I was talking to myself,â he stammered.
But now, Seungcheol stood in a different scene, holding his three-year-old son, Wontae, on his arm during his birthday party. The house was filled with chatter and laughter, the kind only close friends could bring.
âYour interior is beautiful, Seungcheol. Come over and do mine next,â Jeonghan quipped, throwing a casual compliment with a hint of a request. Seungcheol rolled his eyes, scoffing.
âAppa did my room too!â Wontae beamed proudly at Jeonghan. Jeonghanâs features softened as he reached out and ruffled the boyâs hair. âYour appa is very talented, isnât he?â
Seungcheol discovered his passion for interior design when he was searching online for the perfect nursery layout for Wontae. But nothing he found could match the vision in his mind. After discussing it with you, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Trips to the hardware store turned into projects that filled his weekends: crafting custom cabinets, building desks, and designing coffee tables.
In preparation for the party, Seungcheol went all outârearranging furniture, painting walls, and adding small decorative touches that showcased his new hobby.
âItâs almost as good as Mingyuâs house,â Jeonghan said with a mischievous smirk. Seungcheol chuckled, nodding in agreement. âI think taking care of others did that to me. Just like how Mingyu took care of everything for us back in the day.â
âI want to get down,â Wontae said, squirming in his fatherâs arms. Seungcheol gently set him down, watching with a smile as his son darted over to Wonwoo, who was showing him a video game on his phone.
âHeâs going to be three, wow!â Jeonghan remarked, shaking his head in disbelief. âIt feels like just yesterday when I first held him.â
âHow is it like?â Jeonghan asked, a rare tone of seriousness in his voice.
Seungcheol sighed, his lips curving into a soft smile. âGo get married and have one yourself,â he said playfully.
âJeonghanâs getting married?â Your voice chimed in as you returned from putting Wonna, your four-month-old daughter, to sleep. Both Seungcheol and Jeonghan turned toward you. Seungcheolâs eyes softened as he reached for your waist, pulling you gently into his side.
âIs she asleep?â he asked, concern blending with affection. You nodded, resting a hand on his chest.
âDonât listen to him,â Jeonghan interjected, rolling his eyes but unable to hide the smile tugging at his lips.
âI feel really bad that youâre going through all of this right after giving birth, just for his birthday party,â Jeonghan joked, glancing around at the well-decorated room. The party was being held the day after Seungcheolâs birthday, even though Wontaeâs actual birthday was next week.
âI told you, itâs for Wontae!â Seungcheol insisted, his tone defensive but playful.
You chuckled, shaking your head. âJeonghan, I gave birth four months ago. Besides, Iâm grateful that Joshua and Mingyu helped with the food prep.â You nodded toward Joshua and Mingyu, who were now joined by Jihoon in the kitchen, scrubbing dishes and joking with each other.
Suddenly, a tiny voice interrupted the grown-up conversation. âLook what Uncle Hoshi got me! Itâs a matching tiger onesie for me and Wonna!â Wontae announced proudly, holding up the tiny outfit with wide eyes full of excitement.
Seungcheolâs eyes flicked to Hoshi, who was now rolling on the floor, laughing at Wontaeâs reaction. The older man couldnât help but smirk, shaking his head.
You smiled and turned to Seungcheol. âIâll go help him with his present,â you said, squeezing his arm before walking over to your son.
Jeonghan, still standing beside Seungcheol, gave him a knowing pat on the shoulder. âYou know, itâs great you married Y/N. I never thought Iâd see the day when the legendary Seungcheol, the training tyrant, would become the poster child for gentle parenting.â
Seungcheol scoffed, turning to Jeonghan with a mock glare. âA monster? Really? Youâre one to talk,â he protested, crossing his arms but unable to suppress the grin threatening to break through.
Jeonghan just laughed, throwing his hands up in surrender. âHey, Iâm just stating the facts. Besides, we all know you wouldnât be half as patient if it werenât for her.â
Seungcheol glanced across the room where you were now helping Wontae into the tiger onesie, a soft smile crossing his face. The room buzzed with laughter and warmth, the chaos of their little family perfectly imperfect.
*
Seungcheol woke up a bit late this morning, the warm glow of the morning sun filtering through the curtains. A soft smile spread across his face as he took in the sight of his family already gathered at the dining table for breakfast. The sound of Wontaeâs cheerful voice filled the room when he spotted his dad entering.
âAppa!â Wontae called out with excitement, his tiny hands waving eagerly. Seungcheol walked over and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Wontaeâs head before his eyes found Wonna, cradled in your arms, contentedly finishing her second bottle of the day.
âWonna Wonna~ did you sleep well, my princess?â Seungcheol cooed, his heart melting at the sight of his daughterâs chubby cheeks. Wonna wriggled in your embrace, her eyes lighting up as she recognized her fatherâs voice.
âYou had breakfast, love?â Seungcheolâs gaze shifted to you, his tone laced with concern. You shook your head with a soft smile. âI was waiting for you.â
He grinned, taking Wonna gently from your arms. âIâll play with Wonna for a bit. Go have your breakfast.â
You nodded, appreciating his thoughtful gesture, and sat down to enjoy breakfast with Wontae. After some quality playtime with Wonna and tucking her back into her crib for a nap, Seungcheol returned to the dining room. By then, Wontae had retreated to his bedroom, engrossed in the toys his uncles had gifted him.
âWontae loves Mingyuâs gift,â Seungcheol said with a chuckle, recalling how his son had immediately fallen in love with the plush corgi toy Mingyu had brought him. It was amusing how Wontae adored anything Mingyu gave, no matter what it was.
You laughed as you finished your meal. âOf course he does. Heâs your son, after all. It makes sense heâd have a special bond with Mingyu.â
Seungcheol joined in your laughter, the sound warm and genuine. âThanks, love,â he said when you placed a steaming bowl of rice and soup in front of him.
âIs your head still dizzy?â you asked, sitting beside him to keep him company while he ate.
He sighed, a touch of guilt crossing his features. âNot as much, but I really need to cut down on my drinking.â A rueful smile followed. âI still donât get how you donât drink at allânot even a beer.â
You smiled, amused by his amazement. âThe last time I drank was before I got pregnant with Wontae,â you reminded him. Seungcheolâs eyes widened as the memory came rushing backâit had been at Joshuaâs birthday party.
âRight!â he said, letting out a soft chuckle at the recollection.
Before he could say more, Wontaeâs voice rang out, echoing through the hallway. âEomma! Come here!â He came running into the dining room, eyes sparkling with excitement as he tugged at your hand, eager for you to join him in his room.
âHow about we stay here and keep Appa company while he finishes eating?â you suggested gently, but Wontae shook his head, determination written all over his little face.
âNo! I want to show you my drawing!â he insisted, practically bouncing on his feet. âUncle Chan gave me crayons, and there are so many colors! Even five different blues!â
You exchanged a knowing look with Seungcheol, your heart swelling at Wontaeâs joy. âAlright, letâs see your masterpiece,â you said, getting up and giving Seungcheol a reassuring smile before following your son.
Five minutes later, you returned to the dining room, barely suppressing your laughter. Seungcheol had just finished eating and looked up, curiosity piqued by your expression.
âYou should see what heâs done in there,â you said, eyes twinkling with amusement.
Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, intrigued. âWhat did he do this time?â
âYou need to see it for yourself,â you urged, playfully nudging him in the direction of Wontaeâs room. âIâll take care of the dishes.â
With a grin, Seungcheol pushed back his chair, eager to see what kind of adventure awaited him in his sonâs room.
Seungcheol opened Wontae's room and was greeted by the sight of his son enthusiastically coloring in his new book, using the crayons Chan had gifted him. The vibrant hues danced across the pages, a mix of scribbles and childlike shapes. Wontaeâs eyes lit up when he noticed his father standing at the door. He bounded over, grabbing Seungcheolâs hand and pulling him toward his little art corner.
âLook, Appa! I drew a rock!â Wontae exclaimed, pride beaming from his small face.
Seungcheolâs eyes followed Wontaeâs pointing finger until they landed on the wall. Oh my god. There, on the freshly painted surface, was a childâs drawingâa colorful depiction of what was presumably a rock, sketched in bold crayon strokes.
He froze, processing the situation. So this was why you had insisted he see it for himself. He could practically hear the smile in your voice when you said it.
âYou drew on the wall?â he asked, keeping his voice as steady as possible.
Wontae nodded innocently. âBut Eomma said itâs better to draw on the coloring book, so now I draw here. But sometimes it gets boring, Appa!â
Seungcheol felt a wave of relief wash over him. So you caught him and told him to stop. Thank god.
He closed his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath to quell the frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Remember, Seungcheol, they donât know better. They donât understand how much work it is to paint a wall.
âYes, your eomma is right. Drawing on your coloring book is best.â He sat down on the floor beside Wontae, the urge to scold replaced by the desire to guide. âShow me more of your drawings here.â
Wontae beamed at the invitation, plopping down next to his father and eagerly flipping through the pages of his coloring book. Seungcheol couldnât help but smile as he watched his sonâs eyes sparkle with excitement, oblivious to any worry or consequence.
Every time Seungcheolâs eyes strayed to the drawing on the wall, a chuckle escaped his lips. It was ridiculous! He wanted to be mad, really mad, but he just couldnât muster it. âYou know you shouldnât draw on the wall, right?â he asked his son, carefully suppressing the instinct to say, âI just painted that! Why did you draw on it?!â in a booming voice that would only frighten the boy. He took a deep breath, holding back the frustration that threatened to spill out.
Wontae looked up at his fatherâs face, his eyes wide with curiosity as he noticed something unusual. âWhy is your face red, Appa?â he asked, putting down his crayon and reaching up with his tiny hands to cup Seungcheolâs flushed cheeks. Seungcheol let out another soft chuckle, his anger melting further.
âYou know Appa loves this house, right?â Seungcheol said, his tone remaining gentle and warm.
Wontae nodded, his little head bobbing earnestly.
âNo one in this house draws on the walls because Appa worked hard to keep them nice and clean,â Seungcheol explained, still smiling softly despite the chaos inside him.
Wontae bit his lip, his eyes beginning to glisten with tears. âAre you mad at me for drawing on the wall?â His voice trembled as he spoke, and Seungcheolâs heart lurched. Panic surged through himâhe was the one who felt like crying, not his son!
âI didnât say Iâm mad at you,â Seungcheol said quickly.
âBut your face says itâŠâ Wontae mumbled, the quiver in his voice growing more pronounced.
Oh no. Shit.
âEommaaaa!â Wontae suddenly burst out, tears streaming down his cheeks as he ran toward you. Seungcheolâs eyes darted to the doorway where you were standing, suppressing a smile as you scooped up your tearful son into your arms.
âWhy? What happened?â you asked Wontae in a whisper, stroking his back to soothe him.
âYour father wasnât mad at you, was he?â you asked softly, glancing over at Seungcheol with a knowing smile. âDid he shout at you?â Wontae shook his head, hiccupping as he clung to your shoulder.
âNo,â Wontae admitted, his sobs quieting as you continued to comfort him.
âHe was just talking to you,â you reassured him, casting Seungcheol a gentle, supportive look.
Seungcheol groaned internally, a mix of confusion and self-reproach. He thought heâd nailed itâthe gentle parenting that you both had worked so hard to practice. Yet here was his son, still able to sense the tension in his expression, and hurt by it despite the lack of yelling or scolding.
Seungcheol sighed, running a hand through his hair as he sat back on his heels. âWeâre on this stage now,â he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
You glanced at him, raising a brow. âWhat stage?â
âThe threenager stage,â Seungcheol said, his tone carrying both exasperation and amusement. âI read about it somewhere. Itâs when kids start acting like teenagersârebelling, pushing boundaries, testing their parentsâ patience. Wontaeâs only three, but he already knows how to push all my buttons.â
You laughed softly, shifting Wontae in your arms as his sniffles subsided. âItâs not rebellion, Seungcheol. Itâs curiosity. Heâs learning, exploring his emotions, and figuring out how far he can go.â
âExploring his emotions by drawing on my freshly painted wall?â Seungcheol deadpanned, though a small smile tugged at his lips. He wasnât truly upset anymoreânot when Wontae was looking up at him with wide, apologetic eyes.
âExactly,â you teased, setting Wontae back down on the floor. âItâs frustrating, but itâs normal. And you handled it really well, by the way.â
Seungcheol tilted his head, raising a skeptical brow. âI did?â
âYes,â you said firmly, giving him an encouraging smile. âYou didnât yell or scare him. You explained things calmly. Thatâs the kind of parenting that sticks with them, Seungcheol. Heâll remember this.â
Seungcheol glanced at Wontae, who had returned to his coloring book but kept sneaking shy glances at his father. He felt a wave of warmth wash over him, mingled with pride and relief. I can do this, he thought. Even when itâs tough, I can do this.
âOkay, buddy,â Seungcheol said, crouching down to Wontaeâs level. âLetâs make a deal. No more drawing on the walls, okay? If you want to draw something big, weâll find some paper or maybe a special board just for you. How does that sound?â
Wontaeâs face lit up at the idea. âA special board? Really?â
âReally,â Seungcheol promised, ruffling his sonâs hair. âBut only if you promise no more wall art.â
âI promise, Appa!â Wontae beamed, holding up his pinky. Seungcheol chuckled and locked his pinky with his sonâs, sealing the deal.
You watched the exchange with a fond smile, stepping closer to place a hand on Seungcheolâs shoulder. âSee? Youâre doing great.â
Seungcheol exhaled deeply, his smile widening. âThanks, love. I guess I just need to remember to breathe. And to hide all the crayons.â
You both laughed softly, and for a moment, the chaos felt a little more manageable.
*
"One⊠Two⊠ThreeâŠ" Seungcheolâs voice was steady as he counted while Chan, drenched in sweat, gritted his teeth to finish his push-up set. His arms trembled, and his face was etched with exhaustion, but he pushed through, determined to complete the punishment.
The door to the practice room swung open, and the rest of the group filed in, their faces a mix of confusion and amusement as they took in the scene. Seungcheol stood towering over Chan, arms crossed, while the youngest member struggled through the exercise. It was a far cry from what anyone had expected when they read Seungcheol's early-morning text asking Chan to come to the practice room an hour ahead of schedule.
"Whatâs going on here?" Joshua asked, barely hiding his amusement as he watched Chan squirm on the floor.
"Ten!" Seungcheol finished his count, clapping his hands in exaggerated applause. He smirked as Chan collapsed onto the floor, utterly spent. "Thatâs ten sets doneâone hundred push-ups. Congratulations, Chan. Thatâs what you get for giving my son those crayons."
Chanâs pout was instant. "Itâs not fair! Itâs your son who drew on the wall. Why am I the one getting punished?" His voice was full of indignation, though it lacked the energy to be truly effective.
Mingyu burst into laughter, doubling over as realization dawned. "Wait, waitâWontae drew all over the wall with the crayons Chan gave him? Thatâs hilarious!" He clutched his sides, nearly toppling over from laughing so hard.
Jeonghan, leaning casually against the doorframe, nodded in mock agreement. "Honestly, it makes sense. Seungcheolâs a gentle appa with Wontaeâthereâs no way heâd punish his precious son for something like this." He shot Chan a teasing grin. "But you? Yeah, Iâd do the same if I were Seungcheol."
Chan groaned dramatically, throwing an arm over his face. "This is so unfair!" he whined, his voice muffled. "Iâm the innocent one here! Gentle appa is a fraudâheâs evil!"
Seungcheol couldnât hold back his chuckle as he crouched down to look at Chan. "Gentle appa does exist," he said with a smirk, "but only for Wontae. You and your crayons? Youâre a different story."
"See?" Jeonghan said, straightening up. "I told you. Seungcheolâs priorities are clear."
Chan sat up, still sulking. "Unfair. So unfair." He shot a glance at the others, hoping for sympathy, but all he got were amused grins and stifled laughter.
"Hey," Joshua added, chuckling softly, "at least now you know not to mess with Wontaeâs creative geniusâor his dadâs freshly painted walls."
Mingyu clapped Chan on the back, nearly knocking him over again. "Think of it as a lesson in self-sacrifice. You helped foster Wontaeâs artistic side. Thatâs a win, right?"
Chan groaned louder, flopping onto the floor in defeat, while Seungcheol leaned against the wall with a triumphant grin. "Alright, everyone. Lessonâs over. Letâs get to practice before he starts crying for real."
"So unfair!"
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Secretly Admiring You Artistically
Summary: How he's expressing that you're in his mind through art
a/n: based on scenes in the comics as civilians
Dick: Doodles
Heâs dying. Actively decaying in real-time. Why he brought back the notepad from his day job as an officer home or why Haley pulled it out from his bag and gave it to you, he has no idea. To make matters worse, heâs crouching on the ground with both hands covering his very-much burning face as you stand in front of him silently, flipping through each page thatâs filled with doodles of you rather than work notes he shouldâve been taking for the cases heâs working on.
 It isnât an exaggeration to say his world revolves around you. Heâs not ashamed or has any problem expressing how much of a simp he is for you whether itâs to you or everyone both verbally and physically, 24/7. Seriously, he canât go a day without getting a kiss from you or telling you how much he loves you, no matter the situation. Heâs constantly stuck to your side, always smiling from how you showered him with affection back, spoiling him silly to the point heâs thinking heâs the luckiest man in the world. But artistically? He drew a stick figure once during a game of Scribble. Tim was for sure that it was a basketball hanging on a fishing pole. Bruce had told him he can help him get enrolled for art classes.Â
âSo, did the sarge or corporal see any of this yet?â
âNoâŠ,â He manages to wheeze out. He needs the ground to swallow him up right now. He still canât believe this is how his (poorly and very much terribly drawn) doodles of you are discovered and exposed to you of all people. When he hears the notepad being closed shut, he musters all the strength in his mind and body. â...Can I please have my notepad back now?â He knows the answer. And he knows whatâs about to happen next. But maybe today heâll be lucky heâll get it back-Â
âNope.â The way you pop the âpâ at the end of the word - of course you wouldnât. He doesnât even need to look at you to know the type of grin you have on your face.
With that, he gets up and yells your name as he gets up to chase after your running form. Sure, heâs dreading what exactly you might do with the doodles but his heart is filled with adoration and warmth from how he still managed to give you happiness from them. You are the most lovable person in the world to him - he canât wait to kiss the ever living lights out of you when he gets you.
Jason: Poetry
Oh. Well. This is embarrassing. He rubs the back of his neck, face completely dyed red. You snuggling your face into the crook of his neck while embracing his biceps is fine. In fact, he loves waking up to see you sleeping peacefully next to him. His heart always swells with affection from how you feel so warm and right in his arms while being reminded how you genuinely enjoyed and appreciate him and his presence. The problem was the book lying open on the coffee table next to him. The book filled with romantic poems that he placed on his face after deciding to take a power nap which obviously ended up as a snooze session.
He had been reading each poem, using a sticky note and red pen (because heâs not a heathen to ruin such beautiful and sacred text) to mark which parts or lines reminded him of you the most. Each sticky note had arrows drawn with whatever note heâd make about you, placed on the long-edge of the pages. It was obvious you had found out the contents of the book before joining him on the sofa as you had done the same, only your sticky notes were sticking out from the shorter-edge.Â
âJason⊠Whatâs wrong?â He quickly turns his head away, covering the lower half of his face. The fact you arenât even letting go when you usually would makes things worse, especially when he feels the grip on his arm tightening rather than the opposite. He doesnât need to turn around to see what expression youâre making, feeling you nuzzle into his side.
â...Are you telling Roy or the others about this?âÂ
âWhat? Hell no. This is only for you and me- why would I want to share it?â
With that, he topples over you and wraps himself around you like a giant, warm teddy bear. On top of relief, heâs filled with childish glee from getting to share something thatâll only be meant between you and him. It gets a chuckle from him when you laugh at how ticklish he makes you as he snuggles into you, eventually making you two fall asleep in each otherâs embrace with smiles on your faces.
Tim: Photography
Heâs pacing in circles in his room. Then heâs flopping onto his bed and screaming into his pillow. Pacing in the room. And again, screaming into his pillow. Heâs been repeating this exact pattern for ten minutes straight now after finding the photo album on his desk. How Stephanie found out about them or why she showed them to you when you stopped by while he was out, he doesnât know nor want to know. But heâs pretty sure that he's doomed. Best case scenario is break up. Worst case scenario is you choosing to never see him again because you found him creepy.Â
But, itâs not his fault, okay? Heâs really down bad for you. Even when heâs dating you, he keeps finding himself falling for you deeper and deeper to the point he doesn't want to miss a single moment whenever heâs with you. So, every time the two of you went on dates or plainly hung out, heâd take pictures of you. You standing on a hill during a sunset, looking outside with the window down in his car, laughing in front of a bonfire with a marshmallow on a stick in your hands. He canât imagine life without you. He needs to be with you even if itâs in a photo.Â
Finally, he gets back up and dejectedly drags his feet to the desk. Might as well put the album away before more people find out about it. Or so he thought when he suddenly freezes at the sight of a note sitting on top of it. Thereâs only a single sentence in your hand writing, making him do what it says. Having memorized the order of the photos in each album, he immediately finds a photo of him laughing while sitting on top of the hood of his car. It sits adjacent to a photo of you doing the same, making it look like the two of you were laughing while looking at each other. Heart skipping a beat with tears threatening to spill, he doesnât look away when he grabs his phone and dials your number.Â
âSo? Are we hanging out tonight?âÂ
âNo, weâre doing more than that. Weâre going to go all out, my treat.âÂ
The way you chuckle does so many wonders to him. With that, he rushes to get ready. Even if he canât give you the whole world now, he plans on making tonight the best night of your life since thereâs no other way for him to express how much he loves you when words canât cover half of them.
Duke: Notes
Heâs an idiot. Thatâs what he mentally screams to himself when he drops the pile of handwritten notes right in front of you. Not once had he ever mentioned that he had collected all the notes you wrote and slid to him including the ones back before the two of you even got together. All of them were written as your way to cheer him on, sliding them to him in every way you possibly can. Itâs as if nothing could stop you from passing him a note, whether itâs during class, passing in the hallways, eating lunch, or slipping them in his school bag. There were even times you managed to place them in his textbooks, right where the assigned reading starts.
All those notes you passed to him, he found solace. He feels that heâs being mentally and emotionally supported unconditionally, no matter the circumstances . You donât know how he cherishes the smiley faces you draw on them or the words you write. Each and every note he treats like they are a piece of you. It led him to keep a few in his pocket, pulling one and reading it to get the extra boost he needs to get through whatever heâs doing even if itâs homework or patrolling the city.Â
Now here he was, caught red handed. Heâs so nervous and on the verge of a mental breakdown, fearing that you might think heâs strange. Immediately he starts to ramble, spewing every excuse in the book while watching you pick the notes that dropped from his pocket off the ground.Â
âThey were growing into a pile inside my bag, so I was kind of in the middle of-â
âDo they work?â
He stops and blinks at you. What do you mean they work? Thereâs a light blush coloring your cheeks, your hands gently straightening each note to stop them from wrinkling and getting damaged further.Â
âAre they making you happy?â Oh. Oh. He pulls you into a strong hug, hoping his actions convey how he feels about you. Itâs not the notes thatâs making him happy- itâs you and your efforts to make sure he is that makes him the happiest man in the world.
Damian: Sketching
No. Just no. Heâs so embarrassed that he canât muster a single word right now. You were teasing him a minute ago about how he must have sketches of you when he refused to show you his notepad he carries around. Little did you know and much to his horror, you were completely right and that exactly was the reason why he didnât want to show it to you. In fact, he had been finishing another sketch of you before your so-called attempt to sneak up on him. You being you, you kept probing him into showing his sketches and with him being so flustered, he ended up getting the notepad snatched out of his hand leading to the current situation where both of you are standing with the biggest blush to be seen from mankind.Â
Itâs not two sketches heâs drawn too. Thereâs a whole comic strip he drew in there featuring one of his favorite moments he had with you on top of all the other sketches, some being portraits, some being a compilation of various expressions you make on a daily basis. The way heâs constantly stuck about you has gotten to where Jon had gotten smug at guessing what he was thinking of when Jon found him suddenly grinning to himself. That day, the two of them got grounded by their parents once Damian started to threaten Superboy by getting kryptonite out and the other shot lasers out of his eyes as self defense.Â
âTheyâre so beautiful.â Your muttering snaps him back to reality.
Not wasting a second, he grabs his notepad back. Pride damaged and completely panicked by showing a pathetic side to himself to you, he tries to go somewhere, anywhere, away from you. Only to stop when you grab his wrist.Â
âDamian, you're absolutely talented.âÂ
He mentally groans. He hates how youâre sincere and genuine in these moments. You donât know how much he treasures you because of this - being open, honest, and accepting of his every being. Worse is you not being aware or truly choosing your battles - itâs how you are; itâs part of your nature. Accepting his loss, he sits back down. He refuses to admit how affected he is by the way you smile with excitement when you pick up his sign. Letting his shoulder brush against yours, the two of you go through his drawings with you commenting on each one while he snarks back though itâs softer and filled with fondness.
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Manhandle. | L.H
summary: Feral-ish Logan is obsessed with you.
warnings: Smut | 18+ MDNI | Porn no plot | Soft dom!Logan | PiV | Unprotected sex | Swearing | Light degrading | Dirty talk | Cunnilingus | Aftercare
a/n: I will die on the hill that Logan loves his partners a little chubby. Idc. I didn't have the patience to edit this ignore mistakes pleaseee. Reposted after deleting, reprised a little bit but I didn't bother to edit it so ignore mistakes. ;; wc: 2.4k
Logan cannot stand you for one reason and one reason alone: You drive him crazy.
Why the fuck are you so soft? Why do your hips sway so much? Why are you so doe eyed and sweet smelling?
His cock twitches in his pants as he sees you talking to another mutant. Fuck. He doesn't like it. He wants you for himself. He needs you for himself.
That's exactly what he does.
He grabs you and tugs you along, you of course go with him, being so sweet and naĂŻve...when you're alone, he practically rips your clothes off. He normally would tease and play with you more, but he can't help himself. He's too eager, his patience is diminished.
Your soft gasp when he tore the fabric from your body made his balls grow heavy and a low growl rumble out of him. You were beautiful to him, your body drove him crazy. He felt hotter than normal, like he was going to die if he didn't have you. You made the most pathetic sound when his hand pushed between your legs and felt your soft folds, his calloused fingertips finding that sweet little pearl. "Fuckin' wet for me...from rippin' y'r clothes off, huh? You like it like this? Bein' manhandled?"
You felt your face heat up and your legs trembled, threatening to give out at any second. You stammered, unable to come up with a solid reply as you pathetically tried while his thick fingers explored your folds confidently. They prodded your entrance, making you tense a bit.
"Y'r tight, my damn finger has a hard time gettin' in here...how are you gonna handle my cock, princess?" he grabbed your face with his free hand, tilting your head up as he kissed you. His lips were warm, the taste of cigar and whiskey on them, a hint of salt and jerky. You melted into his kiss, even though he was claiming you this way. His tongue pushed into your mouth, invading you and exploring every inch as if he owned you. His teeth gently bit your bottom lip, he didn't want to overwhelm you too much, not yet anyway.
"That's it...whimperin' for me...you love this, I can tell by how wet you are. Can't imagine my cock in there...it's so tiny...have you ever been fucked before?" he grunts deeply in your ear, the sound making your entire body react as you shake. Your nipples erect and feeling stimulated by the fabric of his shirt as he stands close enough to rub against you.
"Logan...I...mmn, I have I just...-"
"You've never been with me baby, I'll show ya what a real man can do. I know when y'r fakin' too, you won't have to do that with me." He chuckled, his hand moving away from your dripping core and he grabbed your plush hips, lifting you up while his hands massages and groped the meat of your ass and thighs. "Goddamn...these things..." He threw you onto his bed, his hand on your belly for a moment, kneading you.
"Logan-!"
"I gotcha...just let me take care of you..." Logan's voice was gentle, but he sounded slightly condescending as he spoke to you, the clear teasing undertone made you whimper in response. His hands pawed at you like a man who had seen a naked woman for the first time, on your breasts, sides, hips. Hs grabbed your thighs again, eagerly holding onto your flesh and spreading your legs apart for him. "Such a fat cunt you have, looks comfy, you'll treat my dick well won't you, sweet thing? Perfect little home for it...that's where it belongs isn't it? You're lost without my dick in you."
You squirmed below him, feeling vulnerable and exposed as he held you down. You couldn't deny how hot your pussy felt, you wanted to demand for him to stick it in, to just fuck you into the mattress, but you also didn't want to admit it, playing the game a bit. Besides, Logan was clearly enjoying how you were acting, so you kept it up.
"Ah...please..." You begged lightly, your legs falling limp and allowing him to open them wider. You felt so horny by now, Logan had a way of bringing it out of you. Your core felt like it was on fire, and you needed his touch more than air.
He placed open mouth kisses on your inner thighs, his teeth grazing the thin skin and biting your flesh teasingly. You could feel the slick, warm muscle of his tongue barely touch your sensitive skin as he continued to knowingly tease you. After his painfully slow movements, he finally got to your center, his pupils blown like he was on drugs.
Logan growled deeply, exhaling through slightly parted lips as his hands came around and held your thighs tightly. His head lowered, nose nudged your clit as this man took a deep inhale of your sex. Your face heated immediately, suddenly feeling embarrassed he was smelling you so intensely. His nose buried, your wetness covering it as he investigated further into you until he was satisfied memorizing your scent.
When he pulled up, he barely pulled away for you to say something about his little display and his lips latched onto your clit, knowing exactly where it was after mapping out your cunt mentally. He was torn between making you squirm and beg, or just taking what he wanted. You were intoxicating to him, he hadn't felt his cock throbbing to painfully before, patience was not an option right now.
You made the sweetest sound for him when his encased your clit in his mouth, his lips securing around that pretty pearl and he lightly sucked on it. His firm hands held you still while you naturally squirmed around from the stimulation, keeping you down even when you tried to buck into his mouth more. Logan pulled back enough for his breath to warm your swollen bud, and he grunted, "Stay still. You don't get to move. I'll make you cum, I'll decide when you've had enough."
The tiny whimper that left your trembling lips was enough encouragement, but he wanted to push a little more. So, the smug bastard leaned up and over you, glaring down, his wet lips shining against the dull light of the room peering through his always drawn curtains. Still, when the warm sunlight did peek through, he looked gorgeous.
"Say it. Say you understand."
"I...I understand..." you swallowed the thick lump in your throat, not realizing how tight it felt until you spoke again. He smirked down at you, his eyes raking over your form and he let his hands knead your body a bit more. "So soft...perfect for me. I can really throw you around hm? You can take it..." he groaned as he felt your body, his hands moving up to your breasts and holding them, massaging and pinching your nipples like an eager virgin.
Logan moved down again, his mouth drooled as he took your clit once more, his tongue lapping and teasing the bud before dipping inside your entrance. He tasted you, groaning like an animal at your taste as his tongue went deeper. You hooked your leg around his shoulder and pulled him closer, finding a loophole in keeping your hips still.
Luckily for you, he enjoyed it enough to allow it.
"Stop squirmin' princess...I've almost gotcha ready." He continued to work your pussy until he felt like you were ready enough. He pulled away and licked his lips, "Now...open those pretty lips." he swiped his fingers over your folds and then held them to your pouty face. "You're such a dirty girl...doing everything I say, aren't you?"
He lightly spanked your pussy, then pressed his dick into your folds and rubbed to slicken himself. When did he take his pants off?
You were interrupted when his fat head poked your entrance, forcing you to stretch out around the soft flesh and allow him in. You mewled desperately, the burn of it was so addicting. "Lo...Logan..!"
"Shh, sh, you can take it." he whispered and pushed until his head popped inside. You gasped, just his head made you feel dizzy. And he kept going.
Inch after inch.
You were squirming and crying softly, he was so big, ugh it felt amazing but overwhelming all at once. "L-Lo..Logan, I..aah," you blabbered, his thumbs swiped your temples as he chuckled down at you, his body keeping you warm. He pressed his scruffy cheek into yours so he could whisper to you while his hips rocked against you, his wet head smacking gentle, sloppy kisses to your swollen cervix.
"Shh, good girl, gooood girl," he praised you in a low, soothing tone, his voice contradicting what his body was doing to you. You felt like you were on fire, pleasure was shooting through every inch of you while that delightful burn remained as strong as ever. "Y'r doin' good...so good. Takin' all of me inside ya...knew you could."
Logan's hips moved faster inside you, driving himself in and out at a much better pace for the both of you. He held your legs up and watched himself move in and out of you, admiring the beautiful arousal that coated into his curls. He deliberately made slow, long thrusts so you could feel the mold of his cock perfectly.
Every vein, the spongy head, how his cock formed your velvet walls and made you adjust.
It was everything you could've wanted from him.
While you memorized the shape of his dick, he suddenly threw your legs around his waist and he leaned over you, causing your hips to come up and off the bed a little. He began to drive himself inside at an animalistic, rough pace while he held you. His teeth bared as he let out the deepest snarl you ever heard from him. "You make me fuckin' wild, baby...look what y'r doin'...I'm actin' like how I should. A fuckin' animal."
You sobbed lightly from the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you, his cock hitting that delicious spongy spot inside that made you see stars. "Logan!! M'gonna cum...!" you cried, your fists balling the sheets by your head as you let out all your little sounds you tried to hide.
There was no reason to hide them anymore, honestly.
He kept going just as he was, knowing his movements and pace were perfect for you. "That's it...yeah baby, cum on my cock, show me how much you like it, milk my cock." Logan held your hips firm, his fingers dug into your flesh as he focused on his thrusts, driving deeper and deeper.
You finally let out a strangled cry, your vision blurring as your body released around him, clamping down on his dick like a vice and almost messing up his rhythm. Logan hissed, "G-goddamn-"
"I'm cumming, fuck! Don't stop, keep going, keep fucking me!" you screamed desperately, reaching you and clawing his shoulder blades, your hips rocking against his thrusts as your mind just focused on riding out your orgasm for as long as possible. He moved with you until he finally let loose, one single thrust in and his cock swelled and exploded against your pretty cervix, spraying his cum inside and filling up your little hole. He dripped out of you as he continued to fill you up, cum squeezing past his cock plugging your pussy, but the sheer amount of it couldn't be contained completely.
Logan's chest rose and fell quickly, his skin in a thin sheen from sweat, as was yours, and you both stilled as you regained your breaths together. You were in a complete daze, your mind foggy from pleasure and good hormones, his dick still buried inside you and felt so right.
"Good girl...fuck, my girl." he grumbled and nudged your head to the side with his own, kissing your jaw. "Did so well...down we go, easy," he lowered your legs while speaking to you gently, pulling himself from your body and watching as his cum flowed out of you. You whined at the absence of him, he just tsked and shushed you.
"Ah, don't give me that...we have to get you cleaned up. Be good for me, and I'll make sure you're nice and cozy after." Logan chuckled at your dazed expression, lifting you up a bit and smirking at how you whined into him.
"Logan....noo, just a little longer..." You pleaded lightly, trying your best to convince him, but he was not going to give in. Instead he picked you up with ease, your weight didn't bother him in the slightest, and he carried you to the bathroom.
"Clean first, then we can lay all you want." He set you down in the bathroom, knowing you were very exhausted by now and most likely coming down from your orgasm high, so he made the clean up quick. His touches were gentle, carefully washing the rag over your body and between your legs, getting all the sticky cum washed away. He stood behind you and kissed the nape of your neck, giving you goosebumps even under the hot water. "Doin' good for me...keep it up, we're almost done princess..."
When you were finally finished, you were so relieved to lay on the clean bed. Your body was much more worn out than you thought, before you collapsed, your legs trembled and almost refused to hold you up. You snuggled into the sheets, smelling heavily of Logan plus a hint of the earthy cologne he rarely wears.
He joined you a few minutes later, his strong arms wrapped around you and held you close. His hand slowly caressed up and down your side, gently squeezing and massaging you. His presence and the tiredness hit you after cleaning, and the drop of hormones made you want to sleep. Your body turned towards him, your face burying in his chest as you let out a shaky breath.
"Easy...I gotcha...sleepy girl. Go on and take a nap, I'll stick with ya until you wake...promise." He kissed the crown of your head and held you firmly against him, knowing you were going to fall asleep any second. You drove him so wild but he also felt a strong need for you in other ways. He wanted you for himself in every shape and form, you were so beautiful, and he would make sure you believed it and saw yourself as he did.
If he couldn't convince you with words, well...he can always fuck you again and make you see.
Thanks for reading - em đż
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