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my finger hurts from how many times Iâve double tapped this fic Ayrus
for an angst/whatever else Miguel fic
what about an inexperienced reader who has a shitty bf and he makes a cruel joke at her expense in front of people, including miguel, who's her boss and later or something miguel comments on it to her and it can either lead to smut or fluff, your choice đ
Hi anon, thanks for the request. I mightâve gone a little carried away with this one hehâŠ
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Miguel OâHara x Fem!Reader
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đđ đđ§đ đđ: Toxic relationship, Manipulative and controlling behaviour, humiliation, alcohol consumption, unresolved pinning đ, fluff and comfort, intimate tension.
đ/đ: WE ARE SO BACK. While writing this, Iâve discovered that writing toxic characters is actually kinda fun and amusing, especially with dialogues
đđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: During a company dinner party, you find yourself humiliated by your current boyfriend. Seeking some escape, you confide with your boss, Miguel, whose support reveals some hidden emotions youâve buried.
Your reflection stared back at you blankly as you fixed the strap of your dress for the umpteenth time. Despite the dress fitting you perfectly, you couldnât stop yourself from anxiously adjusting itâ even if there was nothing to fix.
Social events were always outside of your forte but you wanted to put yourself out there, especially given the fact that it was an event from your work.
You wanted to look your best for tonight and make yourself as presentable as you could, leaving a lasting impression outside of the work environment.
You quickly patted the beads of sweat that were forming from your forehead before touching up on your makeup.
âAre you ready?â A male voice called out from outside the room. Your chest clenched slightly, a sudden sense of urgency washing over you.
âAlmost,â there wasnât much for you to do now but you didn't want to leave the house just yet.
Not a moment passed before Adam stepped in the room. He had a tone build and wore a dress shirt with contrasting dark pants for the occasion. His hair was combed back and he was growing out a stubble that gave a charming feature to his look.
Adamâs held his gaze on your form, eyeing you and your outfit. You felt a tinge of self consciousness until you saw a small amused smile on his face.
âWhat?â You asked teasingly.
âNothing,â he stated, his line of sight still sweeping over you. âYou look phenomenal, as usual.â
The compliment made your chest warm. You met Adam through a mutual friend at work. Before you got together, you were typically more reserved and kept conversations with everyone to a minimum.
But Adam would always try to spark a conversation with you, even when you gave him one worded answer. He even tried to invite you to socials outside of work with your other co-workers in an attempt to get you to open up.
Though you knew it was only an excuse for him to get to know you and to get your attention, even if it was just disguised as a regular polite conversation. Eventually you caved in to him and a few friendly conversations later, he asked you out.
You took another look in the mirror. There was something missing in the look. You reached over to your vanity drawer and pulled out one of your favourite lipstick shades before putting it on.
Adam leaned over to see your reflection in the mirror and frowned. âOhâŠare you wearing that shade of lipstick again?â
You turned to look at him. âYeah. Whatâs wrong with it?â
âIt doesnât suit you,â he said simply, his tone casual but the words stinging like a slap. It was one of your favourite lipsticks, a shade you thought complimented you well. No one had ever said otherwise.
âReally? Everyone has said that it matches with my complexion,â you arched your brow in confusion to disguise how bothered you were.
âWell, Iâm telling you that it doesnât look good on you,â he further added. All the reassurances you felt from the compliment you received was replaced with a dull ache.
âI wore it on our first date and you said that you loved it.â
You remembered you were feeling nervous and thought you didnât look good enough. But Adam reassured you that you look beautiful and that was enough to lift your mood throughout the entire date.
But after hearing his comment just now, you didnât know what to feel anymore.
âI said I liked the outfit, not the lipstick specifically,â he corrected.
âShould I take it off then?â Reluctantly, you picked up a tissue from the box with trembling hands, ready to wipe it off your lips.
Adam didnât reply, instead looking at his watch impatiently.
âLook, we need to leave now if we want to avoid the traffic. Meet me in the car in five minutes,â he instructed, completely dismissing your question before leaving the room abruptly, now driven by urgency.
Just to save yourself from hearing him point it out again, you wiped off the lipstick from your lips. However, before you left the room, you packed the lipstick in your purse. A small act of defiance.
As you made your way to the car, you saw Adam fumbling with the glove compartment from the passenger side. Whatever he was looking for, he managed to find it and keep it hidden from your view before you could open the passenger side door.
You stepped in and buckled yourself up before you closed the door behind you. Unintentionally, you closed it harder than you intended, causing Adam to jolt in response.
âHey, hey easy with the door babe-â he reprimanded, his voice tinged with annoyance.
âWhat?â
âAre you trying to break the car?â He tried to lighten the mood with a small smirk but failedâ his feeble lightheartedness faded like over washed denim.
âI didnât slam it that hard.â You quipped back.
Adam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. You could tell that he didnât want to dampen the mood and argue about this, especially now.
Defuse the spark before it gets ignited.
This wasnât the first time you fought about something trivial. He left the argument hanging and pulled out a small box.
So this was what he was getting from the glove compartmentâŠ
âHere, I got this for you,â His voice switched like a flipping coin, as he opened the box to reveal a necklace. Your eyes widen, taking in the sight of the jewellery that glistened under the low lighting in the car.
The necklace was a silver chain with a pendant that matched with the dress you were wearing. He took the necklace out of the cushion packaging and gestured for you to come closer.
âCome here. Let me help you put it on,â he said. You leaned forward so he could reach the back of your neck.
His fingers grazed on your skin as he fastened the clasp, an act that felt almost too intimate given the recent tension. The coolness of the metal brushed against your neck.
âItâs beautiful. But whatâs the occasion?â You asked, one of your hands reaching to touch the pendant. It sat on your neckline perfectly.
âDo I need a motive to give you a gift? I thought these things would be more spontaneous if they came from the heart,â he said as he put on the car's ignition. The engine hummed to life and Adam drove off the driveway with one hand on the wheel.
The car was bathed in his cologne smell. It wasnât his usual signature scent that he used everyday. This has a spicy undertone to match the occasion, though you preferred his usual scent to this. The aroma seemed to cling into the air and linger long after he sprayed it. You didnât want to admit that it was too strong for your liking.
You cruised through the streets smoothly and watched as you passed each building and property. Adam glanced over at you from the corner of his eyes, lingering for a moment before he spoke.âYou know, I hope you can handle yourself tonight.â
His eyes went back on the road, leaving you perplexed from his comment. Did he think you needed babysitting?
âWhat do you mean?â
âIâve noticed youâve been keeping to yourself a lot lately.â He said, teetering with the edge of criticism before he continued. âDonât you think you should be a bit more sociable at these events? Itâs not a good look to be the quiet one in the corner,â
You frowned at that. You knew that navigating through small talks wasnât your strongest suit but you didnât need him to tell you how to act. It felt patronising.
âAre you seriously concerned about that? I always preferred to let my work speak for itself.â
âBut this isnât another day in the office, this is a dinner party,â
âI think Iâll be fine,â
âWeâll see,â There was an edge to his response that made your gut twist.
The car fell quiet between the two of you, with the only sound being the low hum of the engine and the occasional honks from passing cars.
Adam broke the silence again, desperate to kill the awkward tension that he had caused. âSo, are you looking forward to the event at least?â
âYeah, it should be interesting. I donât think theyâve done anything like this before,â
âYouâre right,â he said âIt might be the new HR coordinator they hired. Seems like theyâre trying to make a good first impression.â
Your destination was coming into view now. The venue where the event was taking place was not too far from the main facility building, making it convenient for the employees that were attending.
It was the companyâs 25th anniversary so there were a lot of guests attending, which also meant the car park outside the venue was packed. Adam had to drive around the blockâ you didnât miss the annoyed scowl on his faceâ before he found a decent spot to park.
After killing the engine you both stepped out of the car and made your way to the gate. The entrance was dotted with recessed floor lights, highlighting the pathway along with flowers that adorned the grass area.
You recognised a few of your colleagues from your department. It was refreshing seeing them outside of their work attire and in more festive wear.
Stepping inside, you were first introduced to the complimentary drinks before the main hall that was beautifully decorated. The sound of heels clicking and glass clinking bounced off the walls. The company really went far out to organise this, and you had to admit, you were impressed.
The tension from the car ride still lingered in your mind, but you were determined to make the best of the event, despite the rough start. The buzz in the room helped you forget about your unease.
As you padded further into the room, you spotted a few familiar faces from your department. Jess, one of your closest coworkers and best mentor youâve had, caught your eye and approached you with a welcoming smile.
âHey, glad you two could make it,â she greeted you.
âWouldnât miss it for the world,â Adam replied.
Jess leaned in for a hug, and you returned with air kisses on each cheek. She stepped back to admire your outfit. âYou look incredible. That dress looks so good on you, girl.â
A sense of gratitude washed over you at that. âThanks, Jess.â
âWeâve saved you a space on our table at the back,â she said before you all made a beeline through the throng of people.
As you made your way to your seats, you caught sight of Miguel, your boss, from the corner of your eye. You turned your attention over to him momentarily, while still following Adam and Jess towards the back.
His height and physique naturally drew attention. Or maybe it was the way he had presented himself tonight. You didnât know what it was that made him seem more alluring.
His outfit wasnât vastly different from what you would normally see at work. He wore a well-fitted blazer that accentuated his form.
It wasnât tight enough to show off his bulging muscles overtly, but it wasnât loose either. A balance of both, maintaining a modest look that still seemed to draw wondering eyes.
Adam pulled out a chair for you, an unexpected show of chivalry, before taking his own seat. You couldnât help but pick up on his charms and how his mannerism was a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor back in the car.
You and Jess caught up and chatted for a while. You twisted your body so you could fully face her but as you did, your elbow accidentally knocked over a glass of water. If it werenât for Adamâs quick reflexes and catching it before it tipped over, the water wouldâve spilled all over you.
âCareful babe, that wouldâve been a disaster,â Adam said with a hint of concern.
You still felt your nerves spiked from the small shock but it was quickly relieved when Adam placed the glass safely away from the edge. âIâm sorry, I didnât see that glass there,â
He peered at you with an unreadable expression. You had an uncomfortable feeling that he was going to say something condescending but you couldnât tell.
A sly smile played on his lips. âItâs alright, babe. Hey, do you remember when you spilled coffee all over the table during your interview?â
You felt like your heart was going to lurch out of your chest. That was a moment you would rather forget, especially in front of the people you work with every day.
You noticed a few of your colleagues at the dinner table glancing over at you. Their eyes felt like lasers, and you couldnât bring yourself to look at them.
âDid she really do that?â You heard one of them asked, you didnât want to find out who.
You felt a hint of irritation that they didnât address the question directly at you. It was as if you were invisible, a subject of gossip.
Adam let out a chuckle before he said, âYeah, Iâm surprised she even got the job after that. If it were me, I wouldâve been too embarrassed to show my face again,â
You could feel multiple eyes on you as Adam recounted the story. This wasnât something that you would like to share with anyone else, so you didnât understand why Adam was telling everyone as if he were sharing an amusing anecdote. It felt like betrayal.
It had taken you a while for you to open up to Adam enough for you to share some embarrassing stories like that. Knowing that he was going to share them like an open book so casually felt like an icy grip around your throat.
Despite your silence and reluctance to look at everyone, Adam seemed oblivious to your discomfort. Either he was ignoring you, or was blinded by his bravado to even notice. Jess managed to see your change in demeanor and how quiet you were all of a sudden.
âMaybe we should talk about something else,â she suggested, placing a hand on your shoulder as a silent comfort. Everyone seemed to agree and the conversation steered away from the topic of you.
As the evening progressed, you managed to emerge out of your shell again from your previous embarrassment. You engaged in light conversations with your colleagues, though you found yourself listening more than talking.
Throughout the interactions, you didnât notice a familiar pair of eyes that was observing you from afar and picking up on all of your body language silently.
The food served was exquisite and left everyone more than satisfied. Between courses, the CEO took the stage to give a speech, thanking everyone for their hard work and dedication throughout the years.
A loud round of applause erupted in the room, accompanied by smiles from everyone. You could feel the sense of unity and camaraderie in the room.
Dinner was followed by an open bar, which meant more mingling. There were more guests now after dinner than there were when you arrived, so the room felt more confined and bustling.
The mixture of alcohol and perfume smelled like an intoxicating fume. Adam effortlessly moved around from one group of people to another, his presence was booming with flamboyance wherever he went.
He was able to attract peopleâs interest with his bold body language and confident speech.
You, on the other hand, focused on the small group you were sitting with. You decided to stay at the table, enjoying the conversation and occasionally chiming in with your input.
As you were lost in the office gossip that everyone was exchanging, Adam approached your table with a drink in hand. He leaned in to kiss your cheek before he took a seat next to you.
You didnât miss the looks that some of your female colleagues flashed at you both. You couldnât tell if it was jealousy, but it definitely sent a prickly sensation through you. How charmingâŠ
âEnjoying yourself?â He asked, his tone casual and calmer now.
âYeah, itâs nice catching up with everyone,â you shifted wearily in your seat.
Adamâs gaze locked onto you as you took another sip from your drink. His stare felt like poking needles and you could tell that he was going to say something.
âYou might want to be careful there, babe. Remember the incident last timeâŠâ
âAdam please,â
ââŠyou threw up on the sidewalk? Youâre lucky no one else was around to see you,â
Your grip around the glass tightened and you wanted to plummet through the floor. You started to wonder if his bold personality and ability to entertain people in a conversation came at the expense of embarrassing others for some laughs.
Being the ass of the joke.
Did he feed off of the attention? Was that why he kept doing this? You noticed no one was laughing. Some gave you sympathetic looks, while others felt awkward.
Adam took this opportunity to add on to the story, his voice resounding with pride. âAnd I had to carry her home. I felt like a hero that day,â
You forced a smile to try and disguise your discomfort that flickered in your eyes. At this point you didnât know how to respond or act. But the last thing you wanted was to cause a scene, especially over a comment.
You waited until the subject of the conversation changed again so you didnât look suspicious before you rose from your seat.
âIâll be back,â you said as you took a few steps away, excusing yourself from the group. âJust need to freshen up,â
You left the bar and made your way to the end of the room. There was the dreadful feeling that everyone in the room was staring at you as you swiftly manoeuvred past them. The desire to escape the room intensified with each step.
Finally, you reached the door to the patio and stepped outside. Thankfully, there were only a few people scattered around, making it easier to uncoil the tension that built up inside you.
You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with the fresh air â a relief from the stuffiness inside. Even with the different environment and open space, you still felt the modification catching up to you.
âIs he always like that?â A sudden, familiar rich voice pulled you out of your misery.
You turned to see Miguel standing a few steps behind you. âWhat?â
He looked striking now that you were up close to him, with the soft glow of the patio light highlighting his features.
His expression was serious when he said âYour boyfriend, Adam. Does he always treat you like that?â
You blinked, swallowing thickly before you spoke. âOhâŠyeah. He just has a habit of making jokes like that. Itâs just his humor,â
âInteresting sense of humour he has, making you the punchline every time,â he paused, his gaze drifting towards the clear night sky before returning to you. âI find it amusing that youâve gotten used to being treated like that,â
âWell, heâs my boyfriendâŠI shouldnât beââ
âYou know, being someoneâs boyfriend doesnât give him the excuse to humiliate you. Why do you keep defending him like this?â
Truthfully, you didnât know why you kept making excuses for him. Maybe it was easier to downplay the situation than confront reality. You didnât want to make a big deal out of something that wasnât that serious in the first placeâ or at least, thatâs what you told yourself.
âHeâs not always like this. Heâs supportive in other ways. But he does get carried away sometimes,â
âSupportive? Do you mean when he points out your mistakes in front of everyone?â He arched his brow, obviously skeptical.
His words shook you but you had to admit, you didnât believe your own words, especially after tonight.
âI donât want to seem too sensitive. Iâve been with him for so long. Itâs hard to think about leaving himâŠâ
âDonât let history keep you in place. You shouldnât lower your standards just because heâs your boyfriend,â
There was a pause that hung between the two of you. The chilling air was nipping at your bare arms now but you didnât want to step back inside.
The muffled chaos that you could still hear was enough to make your brain melt. You turned to look at the door that led back inside the bar, a sickening feeling churned inside your stomach.
âI donât want to go back in there yet,â you admitted.
âThen donât.â He followed your line of sight before he looked back at you. âWe can stay out here for as long as you need to,â
You didnât speak again after that. Your mind seemed to drift to the facility building that wasnât far from here. The thought of a quiet secluded space was becoming increasingly appealing now.
You noticed the flicker of curiosity that crossed Miguelâs face as you looked far ahead before realisation gradually dawned on him. He seemed to pick up on your gaze and spoke your mind for you.
âYou know, my office isnât far from here,â he commented, voice boarding a suggestive tone.
âYeahâŠI know,â
âWhy donât we head there instead? We can stay there as long as you want without being interrupted,â
âI donât knowâŠâ You knew you didnât want to be here anymore, but you couldnât just leave, especially unannounced.
âThereâs no one there at this time, and itâs quieter than this place,â
The offer was tempting, but what would Adam say? âI canât leave Adam here,â
âYou still think you need to be with him?â He let out a dry chuckle, stepping closer towards you. âLet him fend for himself for a while. I could tell you werenât having a good time in there,â
You thought about it for a moment. What was the harm in stepping out for a little while? Adam couldnât say anything if he didnât know, right? You did owe it to yourself after everything that had happened, after all.
âAlright,â you agreed. Before you knew it, you were walking towards the car park and stepped into Miguelâs car and on your way. It didnât take long until you arrived outside the familiar surroundings of the establishment.
The slick glass exterior of the building stood out in the night. During the day, it would be bustling with people coming in and out through the revolving doors.
Now, it was quiet and not a sound could be heard. But even if the building wasnât running its usual course, there were still some occupants inside with a few of the lights on.
As you made your way inside to Miguelâs office, there was a comfortable silence. Miguelâs presence felt like a calming anchor in the sea of your anxiety.
Once you made it outside his office, Miguel held the door for you to step in. âAfter you,â
Miguel flickered the lights on before closing the door with a click, sealing off the blaring noise of the outside world. âItâs quieter here. You can take a breath,â
His office gave a different aura at night compared to what you were used to in the day time. The windows that provided a stunning view of Nueva York twinkled with the city lights. You couldnât help but stare out in awe.
You turned back to look at him and he handed you a water bottle. âThank you, Miguel,â
The condensation of the water bottle felt cool against the pad of your fingers.
By now the alcohol was settling in your bloodstream, creating a gentle warmth that radiated in your chest. You felt like you were floating as you walked over to take a seat on one of the plush chairs.
You were starting to notice that the alcohol made you forget about Adam and his concerns about your whereabouts and what he might think or say.
You cracked open the bottle and took a small sip, the cold water tickling your throat.
âSo, how have you been handling things lately?â Miguel asked, taking a seat on his usual office chair.
You were grateful the topic wasnât centered around Adam anymore. You didnât want to linger on the sting of his words and actions from earlier.
âWell, Iâve been working on that new project proposal so that has been consuming most of my time,â
âIâve noticed your dedication and your work on the proposal has been impressive so far,â Miguelâs voice carried a note of genuine admiration.
âThank youâŠit means a lot hearing that from you,â you replied. You felt a sudden tingling sensation coarse through you and you knew it had nothing to do with being under the influence.
It was a mystery to you but Miguelâs compliments seemed to resonate with you, making your heart quicken slightly. You didnât feel this type of effect with Adam, not even at the start of your relationship.
Miguel gave a small nod, his eyes studying your keen interest. âIâve noticed you prefer working alone rather than in a team. You seem more comfortable that way,â
You were taken back slightly by the subject change. Where was he going with this?
âI guess I do. Sometimes itâs easier to focus that way,â
âItâs important to have people who support you. Do you have someone like that?â
Despite trying your best not to think about it, the question pulled your mind back to Adam. After all, he was supposed to be your support system, the first person you go to. âI thought I did but Iâm not so sure now,â
You didnât know what you were expecting after tonight. Miguel seemed to pick up on who exactly you were thinking about.
âHow do you really feel about you and Adam?â He asked.
You recalled the conversation before you left the house for the party, when you were still getting ready. You still remembered putting on the lipstick and how you thought you looked good before Adamâs remark.
That wasnât the first time he had put you down like that when your confidence was at your high. Did he feel threatened by your self-assurance?
âWell, heâs always been charming but recently heâs been moreâŠcritical, especially in front of others. I donât know where this change of character came from.â
As you spoke, you felt yourself unraveling all of your true inner thoughts about Adam nowâ oneâs that you tried so hard to push away just to salvage your relationship.
Perhaps some liquid encouragement and having the right person to talk to was needed for you to loosen your tongue and finally admit all of this.
âSometimes, people reveal their true colours under pressure,â
You pondered that. Maybe Adam was trying to fit in and had some unresolved issues. Whatever it was, that didnât justify his actions and the way he treated you.
You bit your lip, feeling a surge of conflicted emotions. âIt has been a lot to handle tonight. I never expected him to be so cruel. Part of me wants to stay and fix things, but at the same timeâŠ.I want something more,â
You didnât know why it took you this long to finally confess it but now that you did, the air left lighter.
âYou deserve something more.â Miguel said softly. His words, though simple, charged with meaning and something more. Affection?
You were so lost in a trance when opening up your emotions, you havenât realised the close proximity between the two of you. Close enough to capture the faint smell of his sweet musk.
It made you wonder if he was talking about something beyond your professional ambitions. Miguel leaned closerâ either he was studying your expressions or memorising your features.
However the moment was cut short when your phone suddenly vibrated in your purse, shattering the fragility in the room and yanking you back to reality. Startled by the sudden noise, you fumbled in your purse to retrieve your phone.
You felt bile creeping up your throat when you saw Adamâs name on the notification. The text was short but jarring.
âWhere are you? We need to talkâ
ShitâŠ
Adam needs to get decked âŒïž
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I was originally going to add smut to this but it didnât feel right. Especially the position that reader is in here. If this does end well, I MIGHT do a part 2 where she finally ends things with Adam and smut
Ayrus xoxo
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â ayrus writes#lauroâs lab moots đ€#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel oâhara x reader#AYRUS WHEN I CATCH YOU! đ«”đŸ#i liked this fic so long ago and now Iâm finally reading it#OOOOO IM SO SICK#ADAM WHEN I CATCH YOU! đ«”đŸ#YOURE DONE#your writing makes me feel things đ€Ș#GOOD THINGS#the way I was ready for reader to get freaky in the office#OHHHH IM SO UPSET#if you do a part 2 Iâll be standing in a salute ready to read#MIGUEL IS HOT READER PLEASSSDEED#ok onto to the actual compliments#i love how you wrote the feeling of panic and isolation#ABSOLUTE BANGER!#AND I KNOW BANGERS#and I love how you wrote Adam!#itâs like key narcissism#the back and forth emotions#the direct insults in private and the public build up of humiliation#UGH#so good!#i love your work as always!!!#đ©”đ©”đ©”
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i havenât gotten to be a bookblr (?) girlie in a bit so lets gooooooo (some quotes detail sexual abuse)
âSuffering feels religious if you do it rightâïżŒïżŒ. Chelsea Hodson, Tonight I'm Someone Else: Essays
âHow perverse is his glee? / To pick feathers from angels / For a wank bank of sufferingsâ CUPIDCORE, currently untitled [unreleased]
âI take my suffering like a martyr because itâs all I got
Who am I without my sufferings? /Who are you if you donât get to watch? / My eyes to heaven / Mouth hanging open / My knees shred on hard groundâ / Spit running down my chin now / Hand like a gun to the back of my head / Guiding me / âThis is worshipâ / âThis is how to prayââ / Grunting loud now / All mean / Louder than the slop and choking / Promises to tear me a new one / And stick your fingers thereâ / Salt instead of sugar / I swallow like Agnes anywayâ / Still looking up / Towards heavenâs gateâ / As above so below /Flowing sticky hot heat / Why does the body betray / Those who carry itâ / Behold; itâs little death / Seeing white againâ / A shake signalling divine violenceâ/ Dying Martyr or Living God?â / Your three-headed Lambâ CUPIDCORE, A Love Like Godâs â
Ą [unreleased]
(edited) âOne thing or the other: either the taboo holds good, in which case the experience does not occur, or if it does, only furtively, outside the field of awareness; or it does not hold goodââ.
ââAs far as science is concerned, the taboo is not justified, it is pathological, neurotic. It is seen from outside: in our own personal experiencesâ we see it as a neurotic phenomenonâ an outside mechanism intruding on our consciousness. Thisâ does not do away with the experience. Instead it minimizes its significanceâ.
âHence when the historian, the psychiatrist or the psychoanalyst describe taboos and transgressions, they are only described objectivelyâ. Not as a real functioning organ or tumour left untreated <-crazygirlpilledcore
#evidence of life#my reading / book / library tag is now#alexandria froze over#i really need to update my tag directory đ€#ALSO IF YOU STEAL CUPIDâS WORK I WILL KILL YOU i am very grateful she allowed me to post her unreleased lyrics please be respectful#you can quote them as well BUT you must credit her like i did <33#donât take my add on either Iâm writing or wrote [my memory is bad donât want to switch apps to check] that i will post#blease⊠weâre in such a better place so please donât make things screwy for us⊠if you know you know or whateverâŠ#covering all my bases just in case đ€Ș asks about us will be ignored asks of anon about him will be answered privately you can dm too#if i donât feel comfortable answering something i wonât or you could mind your businessâŠâŠâŠ.#trying to think positive that if anyone asks itâs people who actually knew her and want to know of his wellbeing
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Me, You, and Baby, Too
Summary: You and Joel have always wanted kids, but didn't want to rush into having them until you both were ready. After a surprise at his job, Joel realizes there's nothing more he wants to do than put a baby in you as soon as he gets home.
Pairing: Husband!Joel Miller x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 4.1K
Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (it's baby making time, so hush), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, big ole fat and nasty breeding kink (.... don't look at me it's bad), creampie, cum play, talks of starting a family, calling Joel "Daddy" (in the sense you want to have his babies, but also đ€·đŒââïž), Sweet soft Joel who loves his wife and would give her the universe if he could, honestly with just the way Joel is talking about makin' babies, I think I'm pregnant
A/N: It's that time of the month where Madeline ovulates and writes feral breeding kink smut!!! đ€Ș Okay I am so nervous to post this because I have never written for Joel before and I'm worried it's trash with a capital T, but after re-watching TLOU, I need 2003 Joel Miller carnally, so here we are. This is also inspired by @mrsmando post about 2003 Joel Miller constantly keeping you barefoot and pregnant because it made me unwell, and no lies were told. (thanks for ruining my life mimi) đ€ ANYWHO I hope you guys like it, and if not, I'll shut up and go back to writing Javi and Frankie and pretend like this didn't happen
There were a lot of stereotypical answers that you expected from your husband when you asked him how his day at work had been:Â Â
âGood.âÂ
âFine.âÂ
âLong.âÂ
âMy knees are killinâ me.âÂ
âTommy did somethinâ fuckinâ stupid again.âÂ
âBetter now that Iâm home with you.âÂ
So when Joel arrived home today after a new job he had started with Tommy on a bathroom renovation, there were few things that could have prepared you for the response your husband had when you asked him how his day had gone.Â
âHey, honey. How was your day today?â You smiled, watching Joel stroll in through your front door, kicking off his work boots at the entryway, beginning to put away his things before strolling into the kitchen to greet you.Â
âPretty good." He paused, leaning in for a quick kiss before making his way over to the closet before speaking again. "Saw a real cute baby today.âÂ
You could practically feel your heart skip a beat as you looked up from the vegetables you had been cutting up for dinner, tightening the grip you had around your knife to make sure you didnât drop it in shock.Â
Out of all the things for Joel to bring up on the first day at a new job, a cute baby had been at the top of the list.
Not floor plans.Â
Not timelines for the project.
Not something stupid that Tommy did.Â
Not even what he had done today on the job.Â
The top news that Joel Miller had to report back to you about his day was the sighting of a cute baby.Â
You and Joel had always agreed that youâd wanted kids, and your husband had been not only adamant, but genuinely excited at the prospect of becoming a dad. But only being a little less than a year into your marriage, the two of you had decided you didnât want to rush into anything, and when the time felt right, youâd both know it.Â
But one by one, as your friends began to announce their pregnancies, baby showers, and pictures of their adorable newborns, you couldnât help but deny the baby fever starting to burn hotter and hotter inside you with every passing day.Â
Youâd brought it up in passing a few times with Joel, talking about your friends who had kids, or a cute mom and her children you saw walking around in your neighborhood, and while he had always had a positive response to what you had to say, you just had a feeling that now just wasnât the time for the two of you yet, and that was okay. Â
But here you were, standing in your kitchen, jaw practically scraping the ground at the notion that your husband had dropped just about the least subtle hint ever that babies werenât just at the forefront of your mind- they were on his, too.Â
âAwh, really?â You asked, shaking your head to snap out of your shocked state, returning back to dice the onion you had been working on before Joel could turn around to see you after finishing hanging up his things in the closet, trying to subtly coax more information out of him.Â
âYeah.â He smiled, joining you in the kitchen, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to his chest for a soft kiss to greet you, âThe family weâre startinâ the bathroom reno for just moved in. Had their first baby a few months ago and just hadnât had time to work on fixinâ things.âÂ
âSo theyâre already putting the baby to work with you and Tommy?â You teased, raising an eyebrow at Joel playfully, giving him a quick peck back on the lips as he laughed at your sass.Â
âCheap labor.â Joel shrugged back, playing into the joke, âNah, she woke up from her nap while Tommy and I were runninâ through some measurements so her mom brought her out for the last lil bit we were there. She was damn cute, too. Just smilinâ and laughinâ at everything.âÂ
You were glad Joelâs arm was still wrapped around your hip, because you were convinced if it wasnât, you were about to melt to the floor into a puddle, watching how soft and sweet Joel was talking about a cute, smiling baby.Â
âWell a cute baby definitely sounds like a very nice perk of being on the job.â You smirked, trying to play it cool enough to keep your heart from bursting out of your chest.Â
âYeah.â Joel replied softly, quietly pausing for a moment, watching the gears turning in his brain, carefully calculating his words before he spoke.Â
âYou okay?â You asked, looking up at Joel, knowing your husband well enough that he had something on his mind he was trying to work up the confidence to spit out.Â
Joel looked back down at you, big brown eyes locking with yours as his grip around your waist tightened ever so slightly, tongue swiping against his plush bottom lip as he took a long, deep breath in and slow exhale out. Â
âHoney, what is it?â You asked again, now slightly concerned with how nervous your husband looked in his stoic silence, reaching up to gently wrap your fingers around his arm, thumb stroking his skin.Â
âI want one.âÂ
You froze, worried that your heart may have actually stopped as you looked at Joel, making sure that you had really just heard what he had said.Â
âW-what?âÂ
âI want one. A baby. I- I know itâs been a while since weâve talked about it, but Iâve been thinkinâ about it a lot, and seeinâ that baby today, it just- shit, I just couldnât stop picturinâ what it would be like to have one of our own I guess.âÂ
If you werenât a puddle before, you sure as fuck were now. Â
An overwhelming sensation of nerves and excitement began thrumming through your veins, your heart beat pounding in your ears as your face grew warm and a smile started to spread between your cheeks. You were almost certain you had to be dreaming, asking again to make sure that someone needed to come and wake you up and send you back to reality.Â
âJoel⊠Really?âÂ
âYeah, really. Nothinâ I want more. I know I ainât gonna even be close to the perfect dad, but I know youâll be sucha good mom, and Iâll be damned if I donât want some tiny lil versions of us runninâ around. Couldnât think of anything that would make me happier than that. Like I said, I know that we ainât talked about in a while, and if ya arenât ready yet thatâs okay but I-âÂ
Before Joel could even finish the rest of his thought, you were pressing up to plant your lips to his with passionate intensity, hands roaming up his chest before cupping his jaw and the scratchy stubble of his cheeks while your stomach flipped with arousal and want, already feeling a damp patch beginning to pool in the cotton of your underwear.Â
You pulled away, kisses traveling along his jawline and up his neck until you were nipping at his ear, the hot breath of your words whispering against his skin.Â
âYou wanna make a baby, Joel Miller?âÂ
âFuck-â Joel groaned, reaching his other arm around you grab at your ass, pulling you in tight enough to feel the bulge beginning to grow under the denim of his worn jeans, pressing against your thigh.
ââCause thereâs nothing that I want more than to make you a daddy.â You smirked, looking up to watch Joelâs eyes darken with lust, jaw going slack as a low groan rumbled in his chest, his once half hard cock now fully erect and straining against his zipper, trying to keep from giggling watching your husband try to string together any sort of thoughts to speak.Â
âJesus fuckinâ Christ-â He moaned, running his hand over his face to try and regain his composure to keep from busting right then and there. âYou- fuck, you sure, baby?âÂ
âMhmmmm. Donât think Iâve ever been so sure of anything in my whole life. So sure,â you paused, softly pressing your lips to his between words, âthat I think we should go make one right now.âÂ
Your adamant confirmation was all it took to set off something almost animalistic in Joel, crashing his lips back into yours in a messy clash of tongues and teeth, gripping his hands under your thighs to hoist you up around his hips and lock your legs behind the small of his back. Without ever letting your mouths part, Joel was already halfway to the bedroom before you had even realized it, playfully giggling at how frantically he was carrying you down the hallway, your bodies bumping against the walls and door frames, too focused on desperate and needy kisses for any sort of spatial awareness.Â
Finally reaching your bed, Joel carefully laid you down, letting your back fall into the mattress, leaving your lower half to hang off the edge before your husband was on his knees, settling himself between your parted thighs.Â
You sat up on your elbows, watching as Joel tightened his grip around the meat of your legs, peppering kisses up the inside of each across your soft skin before coming face to face with your core, planting another soft kiss there before letting his fingers ghost over your heat, still covered by your jeans.Â
He rapidly worked at the button of your pants, shuffling them down off your hips to reveal your underwear, now absolutely soaked with arousal from the prospect alone of Joel knocking you up and carrying his baby.Â
âJesus Christ, baby girl, look at âcha.â Joel tutted, admiring how the cotton of your underwear clung to the outline of your cunt, sticking to the puffy and swollen lips of your pussy from how wet you were. âHavenât even touched ya yet. This all for me, darlinâ?âÂ
Just as you began to try and answer, Joel took one of his fingers, barely dragging it over the damp fabric before beginning to rub soft circles over your covered clit, eliciting a pathetic whimper from you at the electric sensation. Â
âF-fuck- Itâs all for you, b-baby.â You stammered, moaning even louder as a second finger joined the first, pressing more pressure into you sensitive nub as he nudged each of your legs to drape over his shoulders, his free hand tugging at the waistband of your underwear, making you instinctually lift your hips as he yanked them off your legs to crumple in a messy pile with your pants.Â
âPrettiest fuckinâ pussy Iâve ever seen.â Joel mewled, running his fingers up and down through the weeping seams of your folds, toying with your entrance while draping his arm across your hips to hold your squirming lower half in place. âWants me to fuck her full of me and fill her up so bad, huh?âÂ
âP-please, Joel. Want you to fill me up so badly.â You whimpered, staring down at your husband, a devilish grin spread across his face, licking his lips as his eyes darted back and forth between your blissed out face and the glistening mess between your thighs.Â
âI will sweetheart, promise. Gotta taste you first though, baby. Gotta make sure youâre nice nâready for me. âCause once we start, I ainât lettinâ you outta this bed âtill I knock you up.âÂ
With that, Joel was diving between your legs, lapping you up in long and firm strokes, pressing against your clit in the way he knew would make you fall apart under his tongue. While he would have loved to have spend hours just like this, making you writhe under his touch, drinking up your arousal like a wandering man parched in the heat of the desert, Joel had one thing on his mind, and one thing only-Â
To get you pregnant. Â Â
Joel began to intensify the pace of his tongue, swirling and sucking around your clit as two of his thick fingers pushed into your heat, sliding in and out of your entrance with ease from how wet and worked up you were. Curling his fingers ever so slightly, you cried out as Joel bumped against your g-spot, pushing against the soft, spongy spot as his tongue worked its magic.Â
You could feel the arousal shooting through your veins, heat beginning to bloom in your stomach as Joel fucked you with his fingers and mouth, shooting your hand down to grab fistfulls of his thick, brown hair to brace yourself for your impending orgasm.Â
âJ-Joel, oh fuck- Fuck, baby, Iâm c-close. Donât stop, please, donât stop.â You whined, pussy beginning to flutter around Joelâs fingers, the tightening only egging him on further to get you to cross the finish line.Â
With just a little more pressure of his tongue, Joel could feel your cunt clamping down around his digits, watching the pleasure shoot through your body as you came, your orgasm crashing through you like a tsunami.Â
As you reached your high, Joel drank up your arousal, not faltering in his pace, too focused on your pretty cries of his name being chanted like a prayer to do anything but keep going and making you feel good.Â
Truth be told, Joel had gotten so lost between your thighs, the only thing stopping him was the tensing feeling between his, so pussy drunk and determined to fuck you full of him that he was worried he was about to cum too if he didnât stop.Â
Pulling off you, Joel frantically stood up, racing to undo his belt and jeans, yanking them down his legs in tandem with his boxers as his cock slapped against his stomach, precum already pearling from his tip, desperate to be inside of you. His shirt quickly followed his pants, ripping it over his head as his broad body caged yours under him, helping you to scoot back on the bed until your head hit the pillows, trailing kisses up and down your body the whole way.Â
As Joel kissed and nipped at your skin, you quickly shuffled off your top and bra, leaving you bare beneath him, moaning as his tongue flicked against each of your newly exposed pebbled nipples, grouping your breast and kneading the soft flesh in his palms.Â
Even though you had just came, you could already feel your cunt starting to clench around nothing, desperate to feel Joel inside of you, to stretch you out with his thick cock and fuck you until you couldnât think straight. But with the way your chest was heaving and breath shaking from your orgasm, you could barely muster out the words you wanted.Â
âJ-Joel, p-please, baby. P-please.âÂ
You snaked your hand between your bodies to reach for Joelâs cock, wrapping your fingers around his length and swiping your thumb over his leaking tip, a low groan rumbling in his chest as you stroked him, trying to guide him to slide between your legs and ease your ache.Â
Lowering his hips, you moved your hand and let his replace it, Joel pumping himself a few times before guiding his tip between your folds, collecting your slick to coat his cock, using every last ounce of self-control he had as his eyes locked with yours, wanting to see your face as he pushed inside you.Â
âPlease, what, darlinâ?â Joel teased, knowing damn well what you were begging for.Â
âNeed to feel you, Joel. Need you to put a baby in me.â You moaned, reaching up to grab his face, your palm rubbing against his stubble as your fingers tugged on the curls at the nape of his neck.Â
With one more pump, Joel lined himself up with your entrance, sliding into your heat, the sweet stretch and sting of his length making the breath hitch in the back of your throat, filling you up inch by inch until he bottomed out inside you with his tip just kissing your cervix.Â
Joel couldnât help but smirk as he watched your mouth fall open, parted lips letting a soft moan escape while your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head at the newfound sensation, giving you another moment to adjust before he began to slowly roll his hips, dragging his cock in and out of your core.Â
âChrist, baby girl, so wet and tight. Like this pussy was made just for me. Made for me to fuck ya full of me until itâs got no choice but to fuckinâ take.â Joel groaned, reaching down to grab your thighs, pinning your knees to your chest, stretching you open to take Joel even deeper, practically feeling him in your stomach with the position he had you in.Â
âJoel, oh my god- fuck, you feel so good. Fuck, baby. Want you to fill me up so bad.â You whimpered, Joel now beginning to pick up his pace as he thrust in and out of you, continually punching in that perfect spot over and over again, leaving your brain bordering on short circuiting.Â
Joelâs fingertips dug deeper into the flesh of your thighs, pushing your legs down just far enough to be chest to chest with you, the sweat dampened curls of his forehead brushing against yours as your mouths met in an electric kiss, catching each otherâs muffled moans with each snap of Joelâs hips.Â
âYeah, sweetheart? Want me to fill you up? Fuck a baby into you? Let everyone see what a pretty momma you are, carryinâ our kid?â Joel grunted, picturing you, months from now, belly round and tits swollen, pregnant with your baby, wondering how many youâd let him give you, because fuck, heâd keep knocking you up until he had nothing left to give.Â
Each push and pull of your bodies against each other felt more and more electric, an undeniable coil tightening in your stomach with the way Joel was pounding into you and the hairs at the base of his cock were brushing against your clit, already feeling yourself beginning to teeter on the brink of pleasure once again.Â
âYes, fuck, fuck- yes, Joel. I wanna have your baby. Want you to knock me up so I can make you a daddy. Please, baby, please.â You were all but sobbing at this point, your fingers digging into the tan and sweat sheened skin of Joelâs broad shoulders, overwhelmed by the lewd combinations of Joelâs heavy pants in your ear and wet squelching of your pussy as his pelvis flushed against yours repeatedly.Â
Joel could feel you beginning to tighten around him, pussy sucking him in with its warmth and wetness, ready to clamp around his cock and milk him for all he was worth.Â
âThatâs it, darlinâ, I know youâre close. Gotta cum for me first though, baby girl. Gotta feel ya soak me before I stuff ya so full of me, I swear tâgod, youâll be drippinâ outta me for days. So fuckinâ full that Iâll get you pregnant right now.â Joel groaned through gritted teeth, leaning back to reach and grab your leg, wrapping it around the small of his back before you lifted your other to join it, locking your ankles to keep him as close to you as possible.Â
âJoel, oh my god, fuck baby, fuck, Iâm gonna- fuckfuckfuck-âÂ
Suddenly, your orgasm was rushing through every inch of you, crying out as the pleasure hit you like a freight train, choking Joelâs cock with your pussy, unable to do anything but relish in the white hot bliss that had you nearly floating out of your own body.Â
While Joel would have kept fucking you until the sun went down, the truth was he was relieved to feel you cum, spending every second since your agreement in the kitchen trying to keep from finishing until he was balls deep inside you and you were soaking his cock as you reached your high. The realization that now was his chance to make good on his promise, to fill you up and fuck a baby into you, ignited something primal, feral, in him, pounding into you at a punishing pace as he could feel himself teetering on the brink of collapse right with you.Â
âThatâs my girl. Thatâs it, cum all over my cock, baby. Shit, Iâm gonna cum too, fuck- gonna fill this tight lil pussy up so goddamn much, give you a baby, make you a momma, oh fuck!âÂ
With one final stutter of his hips, Joel let out a strangled moan, flushing his hips against yours as he milked himself of every last drop, painting your warm, wet walls with hot ropes of his spend, making sure nothing went to waste.Â
He couldnât help but but press even further into you, plugging you with his length and fucking his cum as deep as he could into your cunt to make sure it took, collapsing on top of you with his cock still buried in your heat, letting your chests heave together in sync as you both caught your breath.Â
Joel was convinced he had never cum so much in his entire life, afraid that if he pulled out, that somehow heâd have more left to give, and sure as fuck wasnât going to risk letting anything coming out of him end up not inside of you.Â
Well, not until your muffled grunt rumbled beneath him.Â
 âJoel, baby, I love you but youâre kinda squishing me.â You huffed, giggling to yourself as you watched your husband come-to in real time out of his post-orgasmic state, immediately offering a half muttered apology as he rolled off you, sitting back on his knees to admire the shiny and slick mess between your legs.Â
âFuck meâŠâ Joel murmured to himself, eyes wide as he stared at your pussy- wet, puffy and soaking with your arousal, bringing his fingers to your spent hole as he watched a dribble of his cum begin to leak out. Gently scooping it up, he collected everything he could, pressing it back into your cunt before pulling his hand out. Crawling up the bed to lay next to you, Joel wrapped you up in his arms as the little spoon, peppering ticklish kisses over your back and shoulders, making you burst into laughter.Â
âJoel, stop! That tickles!â You squealed, squirming in his grasp, trying to defend yourself from his unrelenting attack of soft, plush lips and scratchy beard dancing across your skin.Â
âDonât laugh so damn hard, or all my hard workâs âbout to come out!â Joel teased, giving you a playful nudge, pulling you in even closer.Â
âStop making me laugh, then! Plus, I think you came enough to put quadruplets inside of me, so I think weâll be okay.â You snorted, Joel joining in on the laughter.Â
âBaby, I donât think Iâve ever came that hard in my whole goddamn life.â Joel sighed, shrugging as you rolled your head up to look at him and that stupid goofy grin he got whenever he couldnât contain his excitement about something. âGod, I love you.âÂ
âI love you too, Joel.âÂ
The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, Joel slowly bringing his arm to rest across your stomach, thumb slowly tracing careful circles on your skin.Â
âYouâre gonna make such a good mom. Iâm the luckiest man alive that you wanna have a family with me. Still not really sure what I ever did to deserve it.âÂ
âJoel! Youâre gonna make me cry! And this is before pregnancy hormones, ya jerk.â You tried to laugh, choking back the tears welling in your eyes.Â
âYeah, what a jerk, your husband tellinâ you how much he loves you.â He teased back, planting a long kiss on your temple, before pressing another one to your lips. Another wave of soft silence followed, watching Joelâs face scrunch in a calculated concentration. âHow big of a crib you think I gotta make? I donât know âbout a rockinâ chair, but a crib canât be that hard. I gotta measure the guest room tomorrow.âÂ
âHoney, I donât even know if Iâm pregnant yet, you donât need to have a crib built tomorrow.â You teased, laughing at Joel, despite the fact his mind was already thinking about a baby room and accessories had you melting.Â
âSweetheart, what did I say earlier? I ainât lettinâ you outta this bed âtill we know thereâs a baby in there.â He smirked, nodding at his hand still splayed across your stomach, âSo you better get comfortable, âcause if itâs up to me, there ainât a chance in hell weâre gettinâ anything but a positive pregnancy test at the end of this month, and we'll sure need that crib nine months from now. Never hurts to get a head start."
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Jealous sex with Charles đ€©
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summary: thereâs no reason for charles to be jealous of men who are stupid enough to think they have a chance with you. content warning: 18+ only. mdni. explicit sexual content. jealous sex. tennis. monte carlo masters winner stefanos tsitsipas used as a plot device. porn with a side of plot. mildly possesive!charles leclerc. jealousy. readerâs kindness is misunderstood for flirting. no infidelity. vaginal sex. unprotected sex(donât do that!). fingering. missionary & cowgirl. rough(ish?) sex. the clothes stay on. uhm, reader gets railed stupid, lowkey. cumplay (iâm so sorry). pairing: charles leclerc x fem!bpoc!reader word count: 2.8k words.
from serene: surprised i finished this when i said i would. to make a long story short, iâm breaking up with my boyfriend đ€ȘâđœANYWAYS, i listened to the beauty behind the madness and my dear melancholy albums by the weekend to lock in the smexxy vibes. idk if it worked, it took me two days to write less than 3k words đ yâall lmk if you think the wait was worth it, and enjoy reading lovelies x
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The car ride home was quiet. You figured it was post-tennis exhaustion keeping your boyfriend quiet; the entire match was viewed with the Monte Carlo sun radiating down on the stands. Secondarily, the silence couldâve been induced by a little social exhaustion even though Charles thrives in crowdsâthe two of you spent a couple of hours before the match chatting to anyone who approached him, which felt like every person at the event had to have his attention for a brief moment. Then after the match, the two of you spent another hour speaking with the Masterâs Winner, Stefanos, and the Prince, before you were able to take your exit.
So, you attributed his low energy to being sun-tired and talked-out. In retrospect, you shouldâve known that it was more than fatigue from how Charles failed to put his hand on your thigh as he drove, and how he sat through slow-crawling traffic without ever moving to turn on music or talk. Your weariness prevented you from prodding further when the Monegasque responded with a nearly inaudible hum when asked if he was tiredâthe lack of presence in his answer felt like confirmation.
Yet, you realize it wasnât an answer at all when you entered your home.
Your comments and questions about the match and dinner plans were met with one-word answers and off-timed hums of indifference in response. Itâs not until the two of you are in your bedroom getting unready that Charles speaks more than a single word.
âStefanos was nice, wasnât he?âÂ
You pause in your action of taking off an earring, a puzzled tilt to your brow at the odd tone his words took, eyes examining him in the reflection of your vanityâs mirror. He stares down at his forearm as he unclasps his watch, his expression unreadable from his side profile.Â
âYesâŠhe was,â you answer slowly, your confusion growing as you see Charlesâ jaw clench, âI didnât imagine him to be so, normal, I guess? After winning the Monte Carlo Masters, of all things. And, heâs done it three times! I mean, thatâs incredible, no? For him to be so friendly and relaxed after was nice, I think.â
You rambled endlessly, the feeling that youâve talked yourself into a corner flaring at the base of your skull. Charles turned to face you fully, shrugging his suit jacket off and calmly placing it on top of the dresser, rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt before he leaned to rest against the furniture as well.
âAh,â the hair on the nape of your neck rises at the sound, you continue to remove your necklaces with hesitant fingers, âDid he charm you into being your favorite tennis player today, mon amour?â
A humorous scoff escapes your lips, âYou know Iâm not a fan of tennis. But, if there happens to be a match playing within my view, and heâs playing, I suppose I would want him to win. I wouldnât say I was âcharmed,â I just think heâs a nice man.â
âI think you were too nice to him.â
You slowly place your diamond-studded, golden tennis chain away before your eyes flicker back to meet Charlesâ in the reflection of the mirror. You raise a brow, unsure how to respond to his statement. Intelligently, youâve deduced that heâs jealous, which is oddâconsidering heâs Charles Leclerc, the prettiest, sweetest, and kindest man on the face of the Earth, in your humble opinion. Stefanos doesnât hold a candle compared to your boyfriend. Your fingers struggle to undo the clasp of your final necklace; the gold, diamond-paved, Cartier necklace with Charlesâ name carved on the backâit was expensive enough that he refused to tell you the price when he gifted it, only saying that âthe cost was nothing compared to the love he has for you,â the smooth-talker.
âArrĂȘte,â he speaks firmly, pushing off the dresser and making his way towards you, his dress shoes clicking on the floor sending your heartbeat racing. He stops mere centimeters behind you, the heat of his body radiating against your back.
âLeave it on,â he murmurs, darkened eyes running over your form in the mirror indulgently.Â
You do as he says, arms shakily lowering to rest at your sides, fingers tugging at the hem of your sundress as your heart skips and body flushes with heat. The Monegasque reaches around you to center the necklace on your clavicle, the sensation of his fingertips barely ghosting across your brown skin has your mouth parting with an inaudible gasp.
âIf only he knew that you wear my name locked around your neck,â the brunette pondered aloud, âMaybe then he would remember that your pretty eyes, sweet giggles, and flirty words are for meâsince you seemed to forget.â
âI was not f-flirting with him!â You stutter over the word as if it were an insult.
âYou were not,â Charles sounds like he agrees, âBut, you know very well that people mistake your kindness as more than that. Itâs happened before, no?â
It has happened before. More than you can count. The number of men who mistake politeness and your overall niceness for interest is frightening; you donât want anybody but Charles.
âWhat was I supposed to say to Stefanos? Nothing? Should I have just ignored him? And stood at your side quietly like I was just there for decoration?â Your tone peaks with annoyance, heated at the idea of being reduced to an accessory.
âNo,â his voice cuts through your train of thought, âYou shouldâve agreed with me when I mentioned we needed to leave after he said âthe only thing heâs missing to celebrate is a beautiful womanâ as he stared directly at youâinstead of forcing me to stay for another twenty minutes to talk.â
Your mouth drops open disbelievingly, a scoff following a few moments later when you slowly realize that Stefanos wasnât interested in being set up with one of your friends as he asked. You shouldâve known when he asked if you had a twin sister he could meet.
âOkay, in hindsight, I can see that he was flirting,â you clarify, âBut, I definitely was not. You know in that entire conversation, I was just being politeâand I made you stay for longer because the Prince wanted to talk to you. Not because I was entertaining a man who doesnât respect my relationship with you!â
âYou were being polite when he kissed your hand?â
âYes! I thought that was just him laying it on thick?â
âHeâs not royalty,â Charles snorts, âThe only person allowed to put their lips on you is me.â
âYou keep talking about whoâs âallowedâ to do anything to me and youâll very quickly find out that Iâm âallowedâ to reconsider this relationship if you continue speaking about me as if you own me.â
âI donât own you,â Charles pauses, and a smile spreads across his lips, dimples deepening in his cheeks, nearly forcing you to forget your previous statement as you admire them in the vanity mirror, âButâyou own me.â
You turn around quickly at the words, breath stuttering at the lack of space between you two. Tilting your head upwards, you examine your boyfriendâs face with narrowed eyes and cheeks burning so hot the red flush is apparent. His smile has softened to a smirk, his eyebrows laced with a smug undertone, his pupils blown wide enough for you to have to focus to see the green ring around them. You languidly raise a hand to trace a finger across the edge of his jawline, then cupping your hand along the side of his face, gently resting your thumb in the indent of his dimple. Your chest tightens when Charles leans into your palm, slowly shifting to press a kiss on your wrist before nudging you back to holding his face.
Sighing gently, you shake your head, âWhat do you want from me?â
âJe veux que tu me laisses baiser ma jalousie sur toi, s'il te plaĂźt.â
âS-say it slower please,â you request meekly, âI think I heard you wrong.â
âI want you to let me fuck my jealousy out,â Charles emphasizes each word slowly, his tone becoming teasing as he sees you fluster with each added syllable, âPleââ
Your lips meet his desperately, your other hand flying upwards to grasp at his shoulder when you feel his laughter through the kiss. Youâre sure his amusement is multiplied as you try to dominate the kiss, even as you rise on the tips of your toes and arch your body towards his. Needily, you whine into his mouth as he refuses to meet your rushed rhythm, digging your nails into the meat of his broad shoulders to convey your urgency.
The Monegasquesâ hold on your waist turns rough and you pull backward with a gasp when he pinches the skin of your arm. You glower at him in displeasure but itâs quick to fade as he guides you back to his lips with a heavy hand on the nape of your neck. His thumb and pointer finger are weighted from their position at the base of your skull, directing the tilt and movement of your head as he licks into your mouth and bruises your swollen lips further with pressure and stings of teeth.
He walks himself backward, one hand firm on your hip to guide you with him, the other rucking up the skirt of your sundress and sliding underneath to tug your panties down your legs with ease. You kick the fabric off your ankles distractedly, falling to straddle Charlesâ lap as soon as he sits on the edge of the bed. His hand slips between the cradle of your thighs, cupping along your warmth and toying within your folds.
âWet for me already,â he discovers delightedly, breaking the kiss to suck a mark into the sensitive skin behind your left ear and peppering more nips and teases of teeth down the stretch of your neck. Hisses of pleasure slip from your parted lips and you slant your hips forward to guide Charlesâ fingers inside. You exhale breathily at the slide of a single finger in your cunt, rolling down onto his hand when you deem his pace too slow.
âAnother, please,â you beg, moaning throatily when your boyfriend fulfills your plea without hesitation.
Two fingers turn into three, and three fingers turn into Charles flipping you over and pushing you into the bed so he can hover over you. With rushed hands, you both shove the zipper of his slacks and the hem of his briefs low for him to slip his cock out and press into you. The brunette shudders as he sinks within your depths, falling to his elbows, your moans and gasps of breath spilling into the same pocket of air when his hips rest against the back of your thighs.Â
âM-move, please, Cha,â you cry, knees pressing into his sides and body rolling upwards to get a glimpse of friction during his stillness.
Charles drops his head to quiet you with a chaste kiss before matching the rhythm of your rocking hips, his rumbling groans quieted by your lips. He holds himself steady on one arm while he uses the other to reach above your head and drag a pillow downwards, tapping your ass briefly to wordlessly command you into rising upwards as he slips the cushion underneath you. As soon as the pillow is properly positioned, Charlesâ slow grinds are exchanged for slamming thrusts, sharp flares of pain-dipped pleasure shooting up your spine and tightening the knot in your navel. Your breath is lost quickly and you struggle to recover, eyes screwing shut and exhales of expletives and whimpers of encouragement are all you can offer.
The Monegasque roughly slides his hand down your leg and grasps you by the ankle digging into the small of his back to keep him close, moving it to rest over his shoulder, and letting his hand fall to squeeze at your thigh for purchase as the change of position tightens the fluttering channel of your cunt around him. This angle feels like heâs digging deeper inside you; one of your hands scrambling to drag your nails down his toned back while the other fists in his hair as you shriek high-pitched into the heated air between your bodies.
âAll mine,â you can feel the possessive lilt to his tone rumble through the thin skin of your throat as he sucks along the rapid beat of your pulse. Your nails decorate his back with red scores and it has Charles biting out sharp putainâs and rabbiting his cock into you forcefully, yet remaining conscious enough to realign his thrusts as he bullies his way inside of you to pound against your g-spot. His leaned forward position stretches the limits of your comfortable flexibility, but it allows his pelvis to barely scrape against your clit, sending a wave of overstimulating pleasure to your brain, your eyes rolling as the sensation knocks any form of rational thought from your brain.
He pauses to tug the front of your dress down, the hem tucked under the spill of your breasts. His fingers flick teasingly over a pebbled nipple while he folds himself lower to drag his tongue against the other and nip small marks around your areola. You fight against the assault on your chest; arching your back towards and away from himâchasing and running away from the pleasure simultaneously, yet you continue to grind onto his cock.
âCharles, f-fuck, lemmeâuhuhâlemme ride âou,â you whine out incoherently, pushing at his shoulder with a closed fist, hoping heâll understand your slurred words as your tongue begins to feel heavy.
Your boyfriend pulls away from your breasts in question, panting roughly as he stares up at you to see a pure look of want in your dampened eyes, lashes clumped together and brown skin flushing deeper when the eye contact is held unendingly. You know that Charles debated denying your request, or at least thought about making you beg for it, but he decides to kneel and drag you upwards into his lap without a fight. He allows you a brief respite to adjust your legs and anchor your arms over his shoulders, then tightens the hold of his hands on your waist, fingertips sure to leave indents as he assists your first upward motion, before solidly dragging you back down.Â
The strength you regained in your legs from the short break disappears, knees weakening and body slumping into Charlesâ chest, your head drooping to rest in the crook of his neck.Â
Charles steadies your head and tilts you back gently, checking in, âIs this too much, mon amour? We can stop.â
âNo,â you murmur, âYou fucked the feeling out of my legs, Cha.â
He laughs warmly, situating his hands on your ass to direct your motions, the tone of his voice light as he coos, ââs okay, mon coeurâIâll do all the work.â
You brush your nose along his, moaning softly at the sweetened drag of his cock. Charles chases your bitten lips, groaning lowly as he deepens his thrusts, fingers dipping to circle your clitâalways ensuring your release is prioritized. Your thighs begin to shake and his thrusts skip beats as he begins to near the precipice as well. Shuddering, you gasp into his mouth, attempting to alert him to your nearing orgasm but youâre unable to speak the words.
âItâs okay, mon amour,â your boyfriend soothes, âCum for meâIâve got you.â
âyesyesyes,â you babble mindlessly, Charles continuing to pound into you, not slowing the search for his release now that youâre orgasm is imminent. A few well-angled jabs of your g-spot and youâre gone; release frying your nerve endings and vision blurring as your boyfriend continues to ride your high to its very end.Â
The Monegasque pulls out the moment your hips fight his hold, dropping his hand drenched with your pleasure from your clit to grab his cock, and with one stroke, he spills. Charles paints your navel and inner thighs white with whimpering moans, and lilted French. He milks himself into over-sensitivity, only stopping when the orgasmic relief shifts into pain. He kisses you on the cheek as he drags a finger through his cum pooled between your thighs. His hand rises to your mouth and he hums approvingly as your lips part and suckle his spend clean off. Â
âHm,â Charles sounds, staring down at the claim heâs spilled, his free hand rubbing his cum along your navel, âAll mine.â
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Hockey!Rhysand x Reader
Summary:Â Anon Req: I think we could really have fun with the different courts and Illyrian values on a thematic basis but ALSO if the reader is in something very artsy and hasnât really been into sports and then sheâs walking around Campus and BOOM right smack dab into Broody McBrooder!! She THEN finds out heâs the tutor for one of her hardest courses (personally Psych would be a good one) and they become super duper close with him and the team!!! She decides to wear Cassâ jersey to make him mad and when he finally gets a hold of her after the game: *cue innocent shrug* he asked me to!
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 3032
Notes: While I work on a plot for an azzy hockey x figure skater au, please enjoy a rhys hockey au đ€Ș
This was originally an Az idea but I thought it fit better for Rhys bby so here we are. I feel like I've forgotten how to write and this is shit (dont judge me im going thru smthin rn)
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A giant FU stares up at you.
Well, actually, itâs only an F, but it may as well be the former with the way itâs circled in thick, red ink.
Three. Fucking. Times.
Tears sting the back of your eyes but you refuse to let them fall. It never feels good, failing, and even if youâd gotten a C+ like you hoped, you wouldâve still beaten yourself up over the grade because plain and simple: thatâs who you are.
Two months ago, at the beginning of the semester, psychology had seemed like a breeze. The lectures were easy to listen to and intriguing, and you had no trouble following along with the professorsâ slideshows as you took detailed notes of everything on the screen. Your assigned readings were completed in a similar state, though they werenât graded but included important information youâd find on the tests.
Somewhere along the line, your grade slipped, and you donât remember if it had been between studying for Biology or reveling in your newfound freedom away from your parents, partying and enjoying a true college experience with your roommates.
Whatever happened, the repercussions are hitting you right in the face, the taunting letter you have never seen before on any of your assignments throughout all your years of learning.
If your parents saw this, they would bring the entire house down with their scolding.
Itâs not like you didnât try. You studied, even if the word is a loose term for what material you used. Things started piling up this month, with it being a new semester and all. You didnât schedule out the time to focus on psychology when the classes you were really interested inâIntroduction to Nutrition and Kinesiologyâtook first and second place for your attention. Plus, with the number of social events your best friendsâwho are also conveniently your roommatesâinvited you too, it was almost impossible to say no. Friends are a vital part of the college experience and you were in desperate need of some fun after having spent the summer lounging at home with your parents.
You found a psych support group that met at the library once a week to study together. It wasnât anything like you thought it would be, a bunch of clueless students with grades similar to yours. All they seemed to want to do with your precious time was bitch and moan about the professor instead of actually trying to conquer the areas of study for the upcoming test.
And now the consequences of your actions have made themselves known.
Grumbling, you shove the test into your binder before shutting it with a snap that does nothing to ease your frustration. A few students still trail from the room, though most bolted right after being released. Some linger at the bottom of the lecture hall where the professor sits, answering their questions.
You have about a million-and-one of your own but youâre too worked up about your grade to go down there and hash it out with Mr. Hybern. His peppery colored hair is perfectly coiffed on this terrible day, his beard trimmed close to his jowls. His gleaming, golden skin makes you think that maybe heâd spent his weekend grading tests out in the sun, and you have half a mind to stomp your way down the stairs and demand a second review of your test.
It wouldnât solve your irritation, and it would certainly be embarrassing if in fact your F is correct.
Placing your binder, notebook, and pens back into your bag, you zip it, sling it over your shoulder, and make your way to the exit, holding your chin high because if thereâs one thing youâre not going to do, is cry over your terrible, awful grade in public.
The waterworks will just have to wait until youâre locked in your private bedroom in your shared dorm.
There is good news. Itâs Friday, which means you can snag the pint of your favorite ice cream that your roommates wonât dare touch because âno ice cream thatâs worth it should have fruit in it, thatâs like asking for a steak on your spaghetti.â You have no idea what Morâone of your roommatesâwas on about when she brought up the awful comparison, and in reply all youâd done is scooped out a chunk of cherries embedded into the creamy, pink goodness and stuffed it into your mouth.
With it being the weekend, you can also wallow well into the night without having to worry about hiding your puffy eyes in the morning. Youâll have all day tomorrow to figure out a plan of action, once you allow yourself the time to properly grieve and processâŠand maybe have a drink or two.
You shoulder through the heavy lecture hall door with your head down, hiding the red stain to your cheeks. So, maybe youâre not going to hold you head high as you trail back to your dorm, but you will not cry.
The door swings open and you barely catch the noise of surprise before youâre barreling into something thatâs akin to a brick wall. Your breath leaves your body in a whoosh and your balance slips out from under you, arms flailing as you fall.
You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for impact, but it never comes.
Slowly, mortified because you know exactly whatâs cushioned your fall, you peek your eyes open, carefully meeting a sapphire gaze that surely would take your breath away should you have any left.
This close, you can see the perfection of his angular features: a long, straight nose, high cheekbones under the dusting of pink that caresses his own face. His lashes are dark as charcoal, the same color of his hair that looks as soft as silk.
Whatever it is that has you entranced by his beauty, the sentiment seems to be mutual. Those bright eyes trace across your features, carefully drinking you in. You donât know if youâre thankful that your face is already as red as the marker on your test or if you want him to see the way your cheeks go molten.
Thereâs a warmth against your hips that you donât notice until he speaks, his hands that have a solid grip around you, keeping you steady to his chest. His whispered breath brushes across your lips. âBy all means,â he teases softly, âTake your time.â
âOh, my Gods, I am so sorry,â you squeak, rolling off his chest. You can hear his chuckling as you scramble to climb to your feet, but your knees are so weak at the sightâand touchâof the most handsome man youâve ever seen lifting gracefully to his feet, holding a hand down to help you up.
You try not to notice just how big his hand is in yours, and for the second time today, you fail.
âDonât worry about it, darling,â he says, displaying an easy grin that makes your heart stutter in your chest. The door opens with a loud click and the both of you startle. His hand comes down warmly on your spine, ushering you out of the way of the student thatâs beaming grin falters into apology at the idea of almost running you down, already on the phone with someone and gushing over their test result.
Itâs hard to reign in your glare.
The studentâs conversation seems to jolt the man out of his stupor. He blinks, shaking his head as if to rid him of a spell you might have cast on him, or maybe heâs testing to see if he has a concussion from the fall.
When he returns his attention to you, it takes everything in your power not to melt into a puddle beneath that gaze.
âIs Mr. H still passing out tests?â he asks, and you swallow the sourness that accompanies the name of your professor. You and he are not on good terms right now, not that this boy knows that.
âYeah,â you answer, remembering you saw him sitting on his throne (desk chair) with his loyal citizens (students) kissing his feet (talking through their tests). âI think so.â Then, because youâre pretty sure you would remember a face like his if he were in your lecture, you ask, âAre you in this class?â
âNo,â he answers with a scoff that tells you he breezed by this class. âI took Psych 101 freshman year, but I have Professor Hybern again for Cognitive Psychology and I need to turn in my paper early.â
Turning in a paper early? What is he, some kind of genius?
âOh,â you answer lamely, âCool.â
His answering grin cracks open the casing of the butterflies you didnât know were living in your stomach, taking off in a flurry of emotion.
He shrugs like he couldnât really care less about any of it, but to you, the fact that heâs managed to pass Psych 101 at all is an impressive feat, though you donât know why heâd sign up for even more torture. âSure. Look, Iâve got to run, but are you sure youâre okay?â
Itâs nice of him to ask if youâre okay when heâs the one who had his back painted to the floor only moments ago. âYeah, Iâm fine, but I should be the one asking you that. Are you okay?â
His laughter is rich and warm, and you want to melt into it. Before you have the chance to make even more a fool of yourself in front of this handsome stranger, he answers. âIâve been checked harder, darling. You have a nice day now.â
âThanks, you too,â your words trail off as he catches the door on its next outswing, ducking inside without waiting for your response.
Jeeze, he must really be in a rush, then.
Itâs when you exit the doors to the psychology building that you curse yourself. You shouldâve gotten his number, his name at least. You couldâve invited him over for something more distracting and yummier than the ice cream youâd planned on demolishing.
At least you have something better to think about tonight than your test.
With a heavy sigh, you allow your backpack to fall off your shoulder. Now that youâve arrived back to your dorm, youâre suddenly feeling more exhausted than ever.
The walk home from class had been nice, your time spent thinking about the boy youâd run into. The broadness of his shoulders you didnât seem to notice until he turned away, stretching wide beneath his tight t-shirt. The bulge of his biceps beneath said t-shirt, flexing as he pulled the door open for himself. The shape of his ass in those snug jeans.
The sight of that is what had your eyes nearly popping from your head. Whatâs he doing that gives him such a bubblicious ass? Squats? Lunges? You can do those. You choose not to, but if thereâs a guarantee that youâd have an ass like that, youâd start right this second.
Tucking your lip into your mouth in concentration, you plant your hands on your hips, making your way to the refrigerator that your ice cream is housed in, lunging your way there.
Itâs not that far, the communal space in your shared dorm is small, but your heartrate is elevated by the time youâre two lunges away from your prize: your ice cream.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â
âMother!â You shout as the voice of your roommate breaks your concentration. Your knees wobble and your thighs shake, unable to hold you up from the burst of exertion you used. You clearly need to get into the gym more, another thing to add to your already busy schedule. âYou scared me!â
Mor rolls her chocolate-brown eyes, sliding into one of the stools at your counter. Itâs not built for it, the laminate countertop doesnât hang over the island far enough for your legs to fit, but you and your roommates thought they were cute, nonetheless. You can suffer having to hunch over your knees to reach your cereal bowls in the mornings in favor of having more space for company to sit.
When you haul yourself off the ground, you take in your roommate. Sheâs wearing some kind of jersey, one youâve never even seen in her wardrobe before, and you probably spend more time in there than her because she has every item of clothing you could ever imagine. The top sheâs wearing now totally clashes with everything that screams Mor: silk scarves, tight bodice tops, leather pants, and what she has on now isnât even red, a color thatâs a staple in her closet.
âWell, if you were paying attention,â she scolds playfully, flipping open the compact in her hand, checking her makeup in the tiny mirror. She makes a few faces that would make you chuckle if you didnât notice how she looks like sheâs ready to go out, and that means sheâs going to try to drag you with. âYou wouldâve heard me walk into the room. I am wearing heels, you know.â
Of course you know. Mor doesnât do sneakers, only when itâs five in the morning and the sun is still sleeping, the perfect time for working out where nobody will catch her. Maybe I should join her, you think, mind wandering back to that boyâs butt.
âWhy are your cheeks all red?â She asks, planting her palms on the counter and leaning towards you, eyes narrowed in inquisition.
âNothing,â you wave her off, reaching for the door to the freezer. Itâs the last thing between you and the cherry chunk ice cream calling your name.
Before you can open it more than an inch, it slams closed, Morâs sharp, bright red fingernails splayed out to stop you.
Damnit, how does she move so silently?
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â You question each other at the same time, biting back your smiles at the mistake.
She answers first. âWhy do you look like youâre about to get the ice cream, put your pajamas on, and wallow in bed all night?â
âBecause thatâs exactly what Iâm going to do,â you cross your arms over your chest defiantly. âSo, if youâll excuse meâŠâ You trail off, hoping sheâll step away and leave you to your peace.
She doesnât. Thatâs not Mor.
âI had a rough day!â
âYou say that every day,â she whines, stomping her heel-clad foot. âDonât you even want to know what Iâm inviting you to tonight?â
âFrom the look of your clothes, no, I donât want to know what youâre doing tonight, Mor, and no, I donât want to join you, either.â
Your roommate scrunches her nose, tipping it towards the ceiling. âIâll have you know that this outfit is cute.â
âYeah, if the definition of cute changed to ânot pleasing or appealing to look at.ââ
âYou take that back,â Mor shouts, full naming you.
As your lips part in apology, because that was rude of you, your other roommate pads out of her room. Her reading glasses are perched up on her nose, blue eyes round and wide, and it always looks like sheâs looking around the room in wonder. She has a blanket thrown over her shoulders and looks every bit of cozy you wish you were.
âGwyn,â you sigh in relief at the sight of her. âPlease, help.â
âI already said no,â she offers you a sympathetic wince. âI donât think thereâs any getting you out of the hockey game, sorry babe.â
Now itâs your jaw that falls to the floor. No, it falls through the floor and about five more floors down, hitting the lobby with a crack that echoes through the building.
You whirl on Mor. âHockey game? Since when have you been interested in hockey?â
âSince my cousin got named team captain this year,â she says smugly, and you donât know why sheâs acting vain, it just means that heâs captain of the douchebags now, even you know that. Mor turns, showing off the back of her jersey. The number one stands out like a beacon, and you brush her blonde hair over her shoulder to read the smaller patches spelling out what is in fact, her family name.
Cunningham.
âThink of all the parties weâll get into,â she says over her shoulder, and she does have a point there. The athletes at your college are a group of students that you donât ever interact with, nor do you care. Mor is all about connections though, and if she wants to go to the hockey game, then it looks like youâre going with her.
You wonder what excuse Gwyn used to get out of it. She looks mighty comfy right now, slinking over the plop down on the couch and turn on a movie.
âWhy do we have to go to the game? Canât we just go to the parties?â You ask, grasping for anything to get out of this. You donât want to go sit in the cold arena and watch a bunch of guys wearing full-body padding slide up and down the ice. Why couldnât her cousin have been on the baseball team? They have nice, tight uniforms.
âBecause,â Mor emphasizes with a glare, spinning to face you once more to give you the full effect of her irritation. âIâm a good cousin, and if we donât attend the games, weâre going to be blacklisted from the parties,â she grumbles, the fight leaving her a little bit. âIâve already argued about it with Rhys, I donât want to have to argue with you too.â
Itâs with your sigh that Mor brightens. âFine. Iâll come with you, but Iâm not going to be happy about it. And donât expect me to cheer.â
Her squeal pierces the sound barrier. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?
Mor grabs your hand, dragging you towards the empty single room thatâs left in your dorm. She uses it as an extension of her closet until someone else gets placed with you. So far, youâve been lucky, living here since freshman year, just the three of you. âGreat! I got you a shirt!â
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The fetishization of Hobie Brown
Side note: This post is not intended to start up the age discourse that surrounds Hobie. I am not going to get into it as this argument/debate comes up every so often and really doesnât prove anything on either side you are on. Iâm not dissuading anyone from absorbing any content of Hobie and saying itâs problematic EXCEPT for the things Iâm pointing out in this post. If you see Hobie as a minor, thatâs fine. If you view him as an adult, thatâs also fine. Until the directors come forward and confirm his canonical age I am not going to bring up the same facts that is brought up whenever his age comes to discussion. This is just me bringing up a reoccurring issue Iâve noticed that doesnât get too addressed by the community (and when it does itâs often pushed to the side)
The fetishization and inherently the oversexualization of Hobie Brown is not only problematic but also harmful. Black men being fetishized has been going on for decades since slavery times. Iâm not going to go too deep into the history but if youâre interested this creator has a very good video discussing it.
With Hobie Brown being a darkskin black man that is part of the punk scene and comes off with a âroughâ exterior youâre going to have people put stereotypes on him. Despite how heâs portrayed in the movie Iâve seen people headcanon him as this cold person who wouldnât care about his partnerâs feelings or come off as a womanizer that sleeps with a lot of partners without a care in the world. He fucks rough and is aggressive while the reader is this innocent person pulled under his spell. Thatâs where some of the problem delves with him being portrayed as this aggressive and sex deviant who doesnât care about his partner(s) feelings. Itâs a stereotype a lot of (mainly non black) people see black men as.
Despite the fact that Hobie in the movie shows to deeply care for his friends, even going as far as helping Miles who he didnât even know up until now. Heâs shown to be gentle when handling Mayday. Yet people still want to paint him as the polar opposite.
Take Miles G for instant. Iâve seen him get the same treatment with him being painted as a âgangsterâ who is aggressive and your typical gang lord despite him only having five minute screen time. While yes from that little time he does seem to be the much colder version of Miles Morales painting him out to be a thug goes into that dangerous fantasy a lot of people see black men. People (again mainly non blacks) view black men as this dominant and powerful man who is always aggressive in and out the bedroom.
The same can be said for Miguel who even the screenwriters have written him as âanimalisticâ and âferalâ. Writing him off more as some beast than a human being.
Circulating back to Hobie thereâs nothing wrong with finding him attractive the problem delves if youâre headcanoning him or viewing him as your stereotypical âhoodâ boyfriend who is deprived of any other emotion except for anger, jealousy, or this sex god who will beat up people for even looking at his partner. When we make these harmful stereotypes about black characters it starts to trickle down to irl and how we view actual people.
And we end up seeing shit like this on the daily. I donât even have to explain why this is problematic.
All in all Hobie Brown is much more than just a pretty face. Heâs a young black man living in an oppressive fascist society that heâs actively fighting against. He deserves to be treated more than just a sexy conveniently attractive guy but a much more complex character whoâs backstory in atsv is still a mystery. If youâre just gonna sexualize him 24/7 and not see him anything outside of that youâre weird, and youâre even weirder if you headcanon with âheâs ugly but he got that big dick đ€Ș.â
#thatâs it#thank you for reading my rant#hobie#hobie brown#atsv hobie#spider punk#hobie brown x reader#hobie spiderverse#spider punk x reader#hobie brown smut#atsv
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Yunho, size kink, lots of hands pls đ€Ș, with a lot of fluff, lovely aftercare
new necklace (ft. jeong yunho)
pairing: jeong yunho (ateez) x gn reader
warnings: smut!!!(minors dni!); established relationship, clear d/s dynamics, bigdick!dom!yunho x curious!sub!reader, hands (đ€Ș), size kink (heavy), degrading, praise, fingering (reader rec), choking, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), breeding kink, creampie, multiple orgasms (reader rec), a little teeny tiny angsty bc of problems regarding their sex life, ending with fluff and aftercare bc yunho is a gentle giant at heart <3
authorâs note: your wish is my command! how could i not write this ask??? as soon as i read this, the gears in my head started spinning and produced this piece. enjoy. :))
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âiâm cumming, baby.â
i know, you thought to yourself, before your boyfriend pulled himself out of you to release himself on your lower back. as always. yours and yunhoâs relationship was absolutely beautiful, and so was the sex. the only problem: it was always the same. he made you cum with his hands, then you guys fucked until you came a second time before he chased his own release, which always resulted in him unloading on your back, kissing you on your forehead and getting a towel to clean up the mess he produced.
it was good, but you sure as hell missed something. you always had the feeling that yunho was holding himself back, for whatever reason that may be; he just absolutely didnât look like the vanilla kind of guy he was trying to be. or so you were hoping deep down.
a couple of days, and a shopping spree online later, you find yourself in your shared bedroom, the parcel on your bed opened up and itâs containments already on your body. as you look into the mirror, you admire the white silky robe against your skin, hiding your nude body from unwanted eyes; actually, any eyes other than your boyfriends were unwanted. together with that beautiful shining piece of fabric you ordered another thing adorning your lower half: it was a beautiful bottom piece completely made out of white lace. that color was chosen on purpose, because it made you look the most innocent; what you were planning was far from that though. just a few minutes prior you had taken some sultry pictures of yourself posing in your new undergarments, not even thinking a second before sending them straight to yunho. it didnât take him longer than five minutes to reply with a casual âiâm at work, loveâ. well, no shit, that was kind of the whole point. your answer was a question, straight to the point with a little bit of attitude: âwhat are you gonna do about it?â.
silence. all that followed was unanswered, mysterious and unsatisfying silence. you were hoping that yunho would understand what you were trying to do, that you wanted to tease him and rile him up with your bratty behaviorism. but he unknowingly ended all potential fun and experimental games before they had even begun. you threw your phone to the side, exhaling heavily while closing the robe with a knot in the front. the rest of the day was spent with chores as you tried your best to get your mind off of the disappointment that was spread all throughout your being. the sun was close to being set, and you just finished wiping down the kitchen, when you heard your phone go off. nonchalantly, you went to check it, and you did a double take when you openend the message you received. it was from yunho.
âwait for me in the bedroom in that outfit. on your knees. be home in 15.â
speechless. absolutely no words were leaving your mouth, but more so roaming in your mind as heat spread through your entire body. you did exactly as yunho requested you to do, his message making it sound as if you had no other choice but to obey to him. exactly how you wanted it to be.
14 minutes and 52 seconds later you heard the front door open and lock back up. normally it took him about 20 minutes to get home from work, you figured he went a little over the speed limit for the perfect reason. if he were to get a ticket, you would definitely forgive him. and while you were doing as he asked, yunho came through the door, his heartbeat pounding in his ears and his thoughts going wild. nevertheless, he calmly took off his jacket, hung it up neatly and placed his bag down in itâs designated spot before taking off his shoes as well. a deep breath left his plump lips, the exhaled air hot and heavy; with slow and heavy steps he made his way towards the bedroom, cuffing the sleeves of his white button up and pushing them up to his elbows in the meantime. it was exciting to him, almost as if he was a predator on the hunt, because he could only imagine what the current scenario did to you; how it made your breath hitch in your throat with every single step that was taken, how a shiver ran down your spine at the thought of what he was going to do to you, how excited you were about not knowing what was going to happen.
yunho slowly opened the door, and what he saw kicked all the air out of his lungs. you looked so stunning, so ready for him to destroy you: perfectly sat on your knees in front of the bed, your robe untied, the white lace still adorning your lower body. your gaze faced towards the ground, palms neatly sat on your legs. so good for him, and him only. the door closed, but you didnât dare to lift your eyes. yunho stepped closer and came to a halt right in front of you, yet all you could see was his feet and the beginning of his black slacks that were covering his beautiful long legs from your desperate view.
âbeautifulâ, was the first word that left him, and it made a chill creep up your entire being at how deliciously deep his voice was. âdid you do all of this for me?â you nodded, his presence so domineering that it took away your ability to speak. you knew he wasnât as vanilla as he was pretending to be. âyou should use your words when asked a question, sweetheart.â sweetheart. you considered yourself lucky to be sat in this very moment, otherwise your knees wouldâve given out. wanting to please him in every way possible, you slowly lift your gaze and almost inaudibly answered: âyes, i did. all for you.â âgood baby.â a needy whine escaped your throat at the praise, not used to yunho being as vocal as he turned out to be. his dark eyes raked over your submissive form; glossy and half-lidded, irisis almost eaten up by enlarged pupils. he slowly made his way over to the bed and sat down on the edge, instructing you to get up and sit on his lap. you do as youâre told without another word, finding yourself on him only seconds later. his big hand cradled the side of your face, the calloused pad of his thumb slowly pulling at your bottom lip, it snapping back in place immediately after he let go. âkiss me, pleaseâ, you begged him, overwhelmed with the feeling of him surrounding you entirely. âyou sound so fucking pretty when you begâ, is all he said before giving in to your request, his lips engulfing yours in a kiss so passionate it made you throb with need. it was all tongue and teeth, desparation visible on both sides. but it mightâve just been the best kiss youâve ever shared. you felt him everywhere, long fingers digging into your scalp, slightly pulling your head to the side as his lips traced your neck, wet kisses spreading all over it. âmy god, you are so stunningâ, he spoke lowly into your ear, earning a moan from you in response, âcan you feel what you are doing to me?â indeed. as soon as he said that, you could feel how hard he was inside of his pants, his cock trying to break free while poking at your center. experimentally, you started rolling your hips, to which yunho responded with an almost animalistic sound escaping his throat. âso desperateâ, he mumbled, his hand itching its way from your scalp to the front of your throat, âwant me to choke you, baby?â âgod, pleaseâ, was all you could say, the thought of his hand around your neck causing you to involuntarily clench around nothing. youâve always had a thing for his hand, and yunho knew; he saw your little glances here and there, but never said a word. it was cute, almost naively sweet even, how something so normal to him could rile you up so easily still, even after having been together for awhile now. he had never asked to choke you before, but feeling those slender fingers expertly applying pressure on the spots where your charotid artery lays had you crying out his name, your thoughts revolving around nothing but him while your hips ground into him with more pressure in search of any kind of friction. âlook at youâ, he almost growled, hazy eyes scanning you with a smirk on his deviously handsome face, âall it takes is my hand around your neck and you start acting like a desperate little whore?â the name had you internally screaming, the combination of praising and degrading words tumbling out of him hitting you just right.
next thing you know his hand leaves your neck and you find yourself on your back, the white robe having been cascaded in the process. âare you gonna be a good slut for me, hm? you gonna behave?â, yunho asked, his dominant frame hanging over you as his big hand lays on your inner thigh. âi promiseâ, you answered so fast it was almost pathetic, âiâll be so good. just want your cock inside of me, please.â âi have to stretch you out first, baby. donât think your tight little hole can handle it without.â and he was right. there was a reason to the beginning of your usually bland sex routine: he had to make you cum with his hands first to help you relax, to help you adjust to him easier, because he was a sight for sore eyes. he always stood tall, not only having been blessed in height but also in size. thats why, even after many times of sharing the bed with him, you find yourself still not used to his impressive length. slowly testing the waters, you reply: âgive me your fingers then, so iâll be able to take your big cock.â he groaned, and you added a very obvious size kink to your mental notes; you had suspected it for a while after having been asked if âit will even fitâ and being reminded of âhow tight you areâ a couple of times before. yunho pulled down your panties almost in a hurry, attaching his fingers to you as soon as the lace left your body and hit the floor. finally. âinside, pleaseâ, was all you were able to say, mind foggy with the need of him filling you up. and he did just that, his pointer and middle finger breaking past your entrance and into you, deliciously stretching you out. both of you moaned at the feeling, yunho finally realizing how badly you really needed him after feeling your wetness trickle down his hand, and you because you almost came from him just inserting two fingers. the chokehold this man had on you in this very moment was absolutely driving you crazy. âalways so fucking ready for me, shitâ. he cursed before driving his long digits into you with force, hitting the spot that made your toes curl and your hairs stand at the back of your neck. your hands flew to his back, clinging to the thin material of his dress shirt. the fact that he was doing your fully naked form fully dressed drove you insane, the humiliating feeling adding to your pleasure. his name left your lips like a prayer, as if he was the only thing that mattered in this world, and for you, he was.
the way your orgasm approached so quickly left you shocked, not even being able to warn him before it happened, and you swore to yourself in that very moment that you never came that incredibly hard because of just his hands; in fact, you probably never came that hard in your entire life. he helped you calm down, softly stroking your thigh to soothe you and help you calm down from your orgasm, letting his gentleness peak through for just a second, checking in and making sure you were okay before all of it left again in the blink of an eye. his newfound duality was crazy, but crazy attractive indeed. relishing in your post-orgasmic state, you barely realized that yunho had gotten up, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and leaving it to mingle alongside your panties on the floor, his slacks and boxers joining just a minute later. as he hovered back above you, you saw him in all his glory, the tip of his long cock leaking precum, and you couldnât help your hand finding his shaft, stroking him slowly. âso bigâ, you state softly, doe eyes finding his, âitâll stretch me out so nice, will hurt so good.â âfuckâ, he cursed, tip prodding at your abused hole, âiâm gonna fill you up so good, and youâll take it all.â with that, you felt him slowly fill you up, and you nodded alongside that burning feeling you loved so much. âlook at how you swallow my cock, greedy little slut can never get enough of it, isnât that right?â his pelvis met yours as his tip kissed your spot with the right amount of force, making you see stars in the process. âyes yunho, feels sâ good.â you couldnât even form coherent sentences anymore, already too fucked out from him just entering. he bottomed out slowly, barely having left you before pushing all the way back in with a little more strength. you arched your back and clawed at his, moans and whimpers leaving you, and thatâs all it took for him to finally let go. his cock rammed into you hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoed from the walls. it was as if the english language had left you completely, barely understandable mumbling and cries of pleasure being the only things leaving your mouth alongside his name. âshit angelâ, yunho panted above you, your nails raked down his back at the nickname, marking him up, âyou feel so fucking tight around my big cock. tell me, who do you belong to?â âyouâ, you answered immediately without a second thought. âi bet nobody could ever make you feel the same.â âneverâ, you reassured, causing him to speed up even more, âyâ make me feel so fucking good. cockâs so big, can feel it in my tummy.â as those words left your mouth you felt that familiar feeling built up again. yunho mustâve felt it too, probably because you kept clenching around him, because he leaned down, lowly whispering in your ear: âcum for me, now.â and you did, your second orgasm of the night not washing over you, but rather hitting you like a brick. your vision turned blurry as your whole body tensed up, thighs spasming and hole clenching around yunho to the point where he had to still completely to ensure he didnât spill, wanting to relish in the feeling of your heat just a little longer.
he helped you again, gently stroking your hips, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you slowly came back to this planet. you feared it was over, were scared that it would be the same as always from now on, but you were met with a stern gaze again as soon as he realized you were good still. âon all fours, ass up.â that was a new one. usually sticking to just missionary, you were surprised when you found yourself with your face pressed into the pillow and your back arched, ass up in the air. yunho stood behind you on his knees, his cock now glistening in a mixture of your fluids. âhands behind your backâ, he instructed as you gave him your hands to hold behind youf back with one of his giant ones, the other one used to guide his cock back into you. the new angle made you moan, mentally cursing yourself for not suggesting this position sooner, because fucking hell, did it feel fantastic. he could reach even deeper, making you feel fuller than ever before. now you could really feel him rearrange your guts. he wasted no time. snapping his hips into yours at a ruthless pace, no mercy to be found. âyou feel so fucking goodâ, he praised, âmy good little whore. all mine.â this man and his filthy mouth will be the death of you. âso fullâ, you whimper. âyeah? gonna fill you up even more.â the moan that escaped you after that statement could put pornstars out of business. âyouâd like that, huh? want me to pump your tight little hole full of my cum?â all you could do was nod in response, the thought occupying your mind completely. breeding you was never a topic of discussion; it has been a silent agreement from the get go for him to pull out, eventhough the thought of him filling you up had crossed your mind multiple times beforehand, and not once did you mind it. not at all. so you nodded again, clenching around him before answering with a desperate tone: âplease fill me, use me. i can take it all.â you didnât think it was possible, but after that he sped up even more, not only chasing your third orgasm of the night but his own as well. he pulled you up by your neck, your back colliding with his chest as his big hand wrapped around your throat again, choking you from behind while relentlessly pounding into you. you could feel your orgasm approaching again, hearing him mumble some more praise into your ear, always mixed with those delicious derogatory words. âmy good little slut, so ready to take my cum. gonâ give it to you, just a little more.â his thrusts got sloppier after that, not once going down in roughness as they did. âyunho, iâm-â, was all you managed to stutter out, before your third and final orgasm hit you like a truck, your whole body clenching and tensing up in yunhos arms. and as he felt you clench and pulse around his cock, yunhoâs orgasm hit him as well, causing him to spill his seee inside of you. it felt good, almost animalistic; as if he was marking you up from within, and you loved every second of it.
all that was heard after was both of your heavy breathings in the heavier air. yunho slowly lowered you onto the bed, caressing your hair while you snuggled up to his chest. the room probably reeked of sweat and sex, but you couldnât care less. âyou did so great, my loveâ, yunho spoke up after taking a minute to breathe, âso incredible for me. i love you so much.â âi love you tooâ, you smiled up at him, before laughing lightly, âyou fucking animal.â he laughed, his cheeks coating themselves in redness. âi always felt like you were holding backâ, you stated, to which he just nodded. âi did, yeah. didnât wanna scare you away.â you could (metaphorically) hit him in the head for not just speaking up about his desires, but neither did you, so you chose not to scold him for that. instead, your heart swell at the fact that he didnât wanna scare you, and you lifted your head, slowly entangling your lips in a sweet kiss.
a couple of minutes of you guys reflecting on your session and cuddling in bed passed by, before yunho got up to run a bath for the both of you; your sore muscles couldnât thank him more. he came back seconds later with a wet towel, the water running in the background. âis it okay if i clean you, or do you wanna do that yourself?â, he asked cautiously, and you appreciated his thoughtfulness, especially in moments like these. âyou can do it. thank you, loveâ, you answered as he slowly spread your sore legs to clean up the mess both of you produced. once he finished that up, he picked up the clothes from the floor, tossed them in the washer alongside the towel and got you some water and snacks for you to hydrate and gain back some energy. and as you laid in your warm bath yunho sat behind you, massaging your shoulders skillfully. âthat feels really nice. thank you for preparing all of this, i really appreciate it.â you letting him know that made his head spin and his belly fuzzy. âno worries, beautiful. thank you for letting me take control of your body and making you feel good. it means a lot, and itâs not something i take lightheartedâ, he replied and you blushed. yunho always let you know that he appreciates your body, but hearing him say it after such an intense session was extra special. âi trust youâ, was all you said, before letting your head fall on his chest, his arms snaking around your waist and connecting with your hands in the front of your body. âhow about we lay in here for a bit more, then we wash up, get into something comfortable and i order our favorite while you pick out a comforting movie?â, yunho asks with a soothing voice, playing with your fingers absentmindedly. you nodded in response, a shy smile grazing your features, before you guys get back into conversation about nothing particular, sharing love confessions, laughter and mindless kisses surrounded by bubbles and sweet lavender air.
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⊠Day 29 - Dumbification
â§â â§Ëââ§â. Pairing: Bully!Sangyeon x afab!reader
â§â â§Ëââ§â. Word Count: 2.3K
â§â â§Ëââ§â. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), dumbification, bully!Sangyeon, hard!dom, rough sex, face slapping, spitting, hair pulling, spanking, slight degradation, mean!Sangyeon, possessive sex (if you squint), unprotected sex, biting, big dick Sangyeon has arrived!, manhandling, some acts are âforcedâ but consented, names used (sweetheart, baby, good girl, whore)
â§â â§Ëââ§â. A/N: Belated happy birthday gift to myself! This is me self-indulging because⊠why not? đ€Ș definitely considering on continuing this story through small blurbs / scenarios in the future. Proofread once, horny as ever đ„Ž
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Lee Sangyeon, student body president of your college. A model student and friendly to all. Everyone loves him, adores him, wants to be him - except you.
You hated his guts, mainly because for no reason he would always try to get on your nerves. He would tug on your ponytail, always correct you in class, embarrass you in front of guys whoâd try to ask you out, and even subtly flip your skirt with his pen and comment on how short it is, saying how you either wore it for him or youâre just seeking attention like you usually do.
And you hated the way heâd smirk at you when youâd try to tell him off or get angry with him. It made you want to strangle him even more.
What made it even worse was when news about the vice president stepping down was going around. According to student body law, the president could choose whoever he wanted to become his right-wing. And out of all the people he could've chosenâŠÂ it just had to be you.
You thought heâd go easy on you as soon as you started, that maybe he would treat you like a fellow peer even just a little bit. Maybe you could finally see the side of Sangyeon everyone seemed to adore.
But it only started going downhill from here.
Sangyeon treated you like you were his secretary (hell, even the actual student body secretary was treated better). He would constantly order you around, shut down your ideas, make you fetch his coffee in the morning (otherwise youâd âget a detention slipâ), tell you to write all the notes during council meetings, and even be the one to inform his professors that he would be missing class during emergency meetings or varsity trainings.
You hate him so much to the point you would cry with the way he treated you like you were his beck and call. You wanted to to hit him where it hurt the most, put him in his place and realize how much of an ass he really is.
All your anger and frustration towards him was all you could ever think of, so much so that his face appeared in your dream one night, a dream that you would consider to be the most pornographic dream youâve ever had.
Images of Sangyeon taking you from behind, pulling your hair and calling you his whore⊠You swear you could never look at him the same way again without feeling incredibly needy. You were embarrassed at yourself. Allowing your subconscious to think about him that way.
You hated him! âŠRight?
And ever since that dream, you started to become quiet around him. You would answer back less, avoid his gaze, you don't even look irritated when he would call out your name. You even stopped complaining about all the things heâd make you do.
And this new behavior of yours was starting to annoy him.
Where was the old you that would tell him to fuck off? The one whose face would turn red when he really pissed you off? Or the way youâd mumble something under your breath and when heâd asked youâd say ânothing.â The bratty behavior that would get under his skin and make him feel some kind of tingle in his veins.
Was there someone else grabbing your attention? Sangyeon wonders.
Maybe, he has seen you a couple of times with that tall guy. What was his name again? Younghoon? Or was it Hyunjae? In any case, the thought of someone else taking your attention away from him irked him deeply.
There was a reason why he picked you to be his vice president. There was something about you that was incredibly addicting, especially with the way you would react to his touch, his words, and whenever he would get close.
Or how adorable you would get when you were frustrated with him. And every time you'd knit your eyebrows together and huff, all he wanted to do was kiss your little bratty face.
He needed you to get mad at him again. He needed you to put all your focus on him and no one else.
Because in his mind, you belonged to no one else except him.
âCâmon sweetheart, just tell me why youâve been avoiding me.â He asks for the nth time as he corners you alone in the student council room.
âFor the last time Sangyeon, I told you to drop it!â You huff in annoyance. You don't understand why he couldnât just leave you alone, but at the same time the scent of his musky cologne was starting to intoxicate you. Flashes of your dream about him playing in your mind as you try to not let the blush creep onto your cheeks.
âI bet itâs because of Younghoon huh? What? Getting tired of me now? Looking for other people to give you more attention?â
âWha- No! Are you fucking serious right now?â You couldnât believe him.
âSeriously, how much more attention do you need in a day? Youâre lucky I even find the time in my busy day to give you that.â
âI never asked for your attention Sangyeon! Why canât you understand that?â You shout as you feel your body warming up from all the anger boiling inside you.
âJust admit it then! You just want someone to fuck you like the attention whore that you are-â
A loud slap echoes throughout the room. Tension building in the air as soon as the room fell silent. Sangyeon slowly turns his head back at you and as soon as you meet his gaze, you feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins.
Youâre scared and excited at the same time, finally being able to hit his face after months of built up frustration but at the same time scared for your life with the darkness seeping through his eyes.
âSangyeon.. Iâm- Iâm sorry.â You whisper.
âDo that againâŠâ
âWhat?â Your eyebrows knit in confusion.
âI saidâŠÂ Do that again.â He demands.
For a split second youâre hesitant but then you remembered all the times heâs tormented you and treated you like dirt. You quickly slap his other cheek, the sound echoing louder than the first one.
The look in Sangyeonâs eyes in that moment was so primal. The way his dark orbs were staring you down in a way youâve never seen before. The thrill and fear of the moment causing you to clench your thighs together.
He suddenly grabs you by your waist, harshly pulling you towards him as he smashes his lips against yours and gives you a deep passionate kiss.
Out of impulse, your hands push against his strong chest, trying to free yourself from his grip. But Sangyeon wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in harder, trapping you in his embrace as he forcefully kisses you this time.
You whimper into the kiss, easily melting into his touch as you wrap your arms around his neck as you pull him even closer. Your kisses start out messy, teeth clashing against each other until you find a good rhythm.
âMmm you taste so good.â Sangyeon mumbles against your mouth, savoring the feeling of your lips against his.
Heâs suddenly caught off guard as you walk him backwards, the back of his knees hitting a chair as you forcefully push him down to sit and straddle his lap. Slipping your tongue in his mouth as you start to grind yourself onto his crotch.
âShit, are you enjoying this?â He smirks at you but instead you roll your eyes and continue to kiss him, gripping his collar as if youâre attempting to strangle him.
âYou still havenât told me why youâve been avoiding me by the way.â He tries to talk as you continue to kiss him.
âJust drop it already Sangyeon-â You snap at him, focusing on satisfying the ache between your thighs as you roll your hips. But Sangyeon grips your waist hard to stop your movements, making you whine.
âTsk tsk tsk, canât let you get what you want without answering me sweetheart. So tell me, why have you been avoiding me?â
âYOU! Itâs because of you!â You shout as you tug on his collar.
âI had a dream where you fucked me. There! Is that what you wanted to hear?â Your chest heaving from the frustration.
âYeah? You dreamt about me baby?â Sangyeon slowly smirks at you.
âDonât call me that-â
âWhy? does it get you allâŠÂ hot and bothered?â
âJust shut the fuck up- ah!â Sangyeon sends a hard slap against your ass, making you yelp from the sudden sting.
âYou donât get to tell me what to doâŠâ He says. His deep and stern voice enough to send electric jolts to your core.
âFrom this point on youâre gonna listen to me, got that?â You nod your head immediately. But Sangyeon grips your face harshly, making your jaw slack open. He spits into your mouth, making your eyes grow wide and moan from the vulgar act.
âAnswer me.â His jaw clenches. âOr has humping me like a bitch in heat made you brain dead already?â
You shake your head, âIâll listen to you, promise-â
âGood girl.â The corner of his lip slightly tugging upwards.
Sangyeon adjusts the both of you as he unbuckles his jeans and pulls out his monster cock from his boxers. You stare at his length for a moment, suddenly wanting to back out of the situation. You werenât actually gonna fuck him. Maybe suck him off yeah but not thisâŠ
âRide me.â He commands you.
âI- I canâtâŠ.â You stutter.
âAw, shy all of a sudden? Whatâs the matter sweetheart?â He lifts your chin up to get a better look at your face.
âI-I cant, sâtoo big-â The fear in your voice turning him on just a little bit.
Sangyeon leans forward to kiss you delicately this time, contrasting his animalistic behavior moments ago.
âShh, Iâll guide you yeah? Just relax.â He kisses you once again before lifting your hips up and hooking your panties to the side.
You slowly move your hips down, feeling the head of his cock slowly enter you. You start to panic as you can already feel him stretching you out like youâve never been stretched before. Sangyeon starts to grow impatient at your pace and instead pushes your hips all the way down til his entire length is completely inside you.
âSangyeon!â You yelp at the burning stretch of his size, immediately burying your face onto the junction between his neck and shoulder and dig your teeth into his skin. Sangyeon winces but moans at the bite, knowing it will definitely leave a mark on his shoulder later.
He kisses the side of your head as he rubs your back trying to soothe you as your walls adjust to him.
âJust sit here and moan out my name yeah? You can take itâŠâ He whispers in your ear as his hands go under your skirt, holding your ass as he guides you to slowly bounce on his cock.
The slow repeated drag of his length from the head all the way to the base has your head spinning. You can feel him everywhere.
âBaby, youâre so wet-â He grunts as he grips your ass, fucking himself deep into your cunt like his fleshlight at home.
âWeâre gonna have to add this to your list of responsibilities now donât we?â He lightly chuckles.
ââReview meeting notes with Sangyeonâ or âDiscuss to-do list with Sangyeonâ or maybe even-â
âSshutt uuppp-â you mutter as you continue to place your focus on satisfying your own pleasure. But youâre soon caught off guard as Sangyeon suddenly pulls your hair from behind, making you moan from the pain.
âBehaveâŠâ He gives you a warning before attacking your neck with kisses. Your pussy tightens around his cock the more aggressive he becomes. Even Sangyeon notices your reaction.
âShit, did that turn you on? You like it when Iâm mean to you sweetheart?â He asks but your cunt clenches around him once again, giving Sangyeon the answer he needed.
âGetting fucked stupid you canât even speak to me-â he grunts as he thrusts up into your walls. You mumble out incoherent words in response, words fading in your mind as all you can think about is his cock moulding its shape into you.
He grabs the back of your knees and stands up, still connected to you as he plops you down on his desk and starts to pound you relentlessly.
The sound of the table creaking, your wanton moans, Sangyeon groaning as he watches you cream on his length, it all fades into the distance as you feel all your senses become numb.
You donât even have the words to tell him youâre reaching your orgasm. You just moan out his name in a slur and your body convulses. Legs twitching and arms shaking from holding yourself up on the desk.
Youâre suddenly brought back to reality when you feel Sangyeon slap your face. Wincing at the sting on your cheek but whining as he stops thrusting himself into you.
âDid I fucking say you can cum on my cock?â He looks at you with angry eyes.
âM-s-sorryyyâ you whine. But you moan once again as you feel his hand instantly grip your throat, the pads of his fingers digging into your skin.
"Too late now," Sangyeon hissed, his grip on your neck tightening,
"I'm gonna make you cum over and over until the only word you know is my name."
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can you write some sort of blurb where any version of harry is hitting it so hard heâs practically bruising her cervix (totally unrealistic but yk đ€Ș)
OH MY!! Well, you know I can, hon! Sounds painful but maybe Y/n likes that kind of thing?
And I've got no time to be doing this but I did it anyway đ NOT PROOFREAD NOR EDITED SORRY. Enjoy this filthy, plotless blurb of Harry ruining you with his big cock. 460 words
Warning: SMUT, Reader getting her cervix bruised by husband!harry, rough sex
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There was nothing like it when Harry would come back from long stretches of being away at work. You hated that his job meant you couldn't see him for days or weeks at a time but he always came back to you and absolutely railed the shit out of you until you were drooling and crying and left with a sore pussy and bruised cervix.
Like in that moment. He'd come home an hour ago and he already had you spread out under him, bed creaking and clanking against the wall, and he was groaning in time with his punishing strokes. Filthy words falling from his mouth, "You knew what you signed up for when you married me," he spoke through gritted teeth. "But you want it, don't you baby. Need my hard cock splitting you in half and making you scream."
You cried out and yelped when he punched his cock into you again, roughly pressing in further than he should be, the pinch and crawl of pain that spread over your tummy when his thick crown beat into your cervix. It hurt. It fucking hurt but you wanted it to hurt. You wanted him so bad and you needed to feel that bite of pain so that you knew he was really there. Was finally home with you again.
Sloppy presses of his thick cock sliding into your clenching hole... it was depraved. Dirty.
Harry gripped your neck and pressed you down harder into the bed as he thudded into you, "Filthy girl soaking the comforter because she likes it hard. Likes getting her pussy pounded and her guts rearranged doesn't she?"
You couldn't answer him as you tried to pry your eyelids open, tears filled your eyes as you opened your mouth to respond but only the most pathetic whimper fell from your lips when he gave you a brutal thrust that made your body jolt upward and you felt the snap against the neck of your uterus.
Harry hissed as he felt his cock begin to throb. You gripped him like you were made for him and he could tell you were spent after you'd already come on his cock once.
"Fuck!" He choked out his words as he rammed himself in, holding your body down so he could pump his come deep into your tummy and coat your delicate cervix.
You scrunched your face and tried to wriggle out of his grip but his hands were holding you down as he throbbed inside of you in his release.
A soft smile drew your lips up when he pulled back the slightest to give you relief, his chest heaving.
And it was true. There was nothing like hot welcome home sex with your husband and a bruised cervix after he was done with you. Nothing like his soft kisses and doting attention afterwards. There was nothing like it.
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something about the legs | h.s oneshot
summary: something about your best friends legs really does it for you, especially in skinny jeansâŠ
warnings: besties with unexpected and very impulsive benefits, oral sex (mrec), lots and lots of talk about those mfing legs and thighs, dirty talk, h not expecting you to be like that until you are.
a/n: so itâs been a hot minute⊠hi againđ€Ș but something rlly just sent me spiralling with this pic of hâs fucking legs. look at them. anyways, enjoy me being a slut and channeling it into some fine literature, enjoy xoxo
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Ovulation week is a curse. An absolute, utter curse.
Between the multitude of random fluctuating symptoms and skyrocketing hormones, you feel dreaded enough as it is. But the worst part, is every fucking month you become absolutely manic with need.
Some are increasingly better or worse than others, but this month is something off the charts.
There is no warrant for you to be this fucking horny at 9:32pm on a Thursday night. Yet here you are, squirming because youâre around someone that already riles you up enough as it is.
Harry is your best friend. Has been for years. Since the awkward starting phases of middle school. All braces paired with horrendous fashion choices. And into the ages of highschool throughout all the drama and predictable thematics. Into the present, where life throws you curveballs as you enter the world as young adults, and now that heâs in one direction. You canât imagine going through all that with anyone else.
Actually, maybe itâs fit to mention youâre almost certain that this man never went through an awkward phase⊠despite the fact possibly everyone else on the planet did. Harry did not.
He was cute from the day he was born, itâs evident in the pictures, up until he hit puberty, then he became some ungodly mix of both cute and ridiculously hot.
Itâs disgusting that someone can do both things at the same time. And also revolting that they can have no idea at all.
But tonight, he is all hot. Between the way heâs dressed, the way heâs walking, and the way heâs talking. Itâs close to killing you where youâre sat.
Thighs clenched together like thereâs a thousand dollar check between them, you sit on a outdoor couch at your familyâs holiday house.
Itâs just the two of you outside on the large decked patio. Itâs a huge house by the lake that your parents and grandparents own, so you invited Harry to come stay for the week. Your family were thrilled you invited him, but have already turned in for an early night. Since they planned to be out on the lake for a day of water activities almost before the damn sun was even fully up.
Harry has a glass of alcohol in his handsâ one that is completely dwarfed in his hold. Itâs condensation forming small droplets over the ridges of his fingers.
He hasnât realised the staring youâve been doing, as he paces the deck talking about something to do with a recent song heâs been writing.
Youâre sliding in small hums of agreement at the appropriate times without even hearing what heâs saying. Only the pleasing lilt in his voice that tickles your ears as it enters them.
Heâs got those black skinny jeans on, the pair that cling to his hips for dear life. And not only are they fit to his hips, but they hug every single curve on his legs. The thick of his thighs all the way down to the muscle of his calf.
And if anything was the killer for you tonight, it was those.
Youâre surprised youâre not drooling on yourself. Which is fucking disgusting, but fact. As there is an over-production of saliva in your mouth right now just looking at his legs.
He is so muscly there. The presumed strength of his thighs makes you actually pant, and you never thought legs did it for you like this. But my god right now, they certainly are.
âBut I jusâ dunno Y/N,â he turns to you, causing you to snap your gaze from the curve of his ass which you were shamelessly just staring at, back to his face.
It doesnât get better for you anywhere you look. The man was built and sculpted by a god. Every feature was painstaking to look at, and not be able to touch.
âWhat dâya reckon would sound better?â He asks, nonchalantly, unaware you were just eyeing him up.
You feel some shame now, as you scramble to find an answer for the question you donât even know the context for.
âWell, i think whatever you feel flows better. Yknow?â You swallow, praying to god itâs diluted enough of an answer that heâll just take it without question.
He nods, and relief floods through you, âi sâpose youâre right.â
However that relief hardly lasts long, because heâs not as clueless as youâd presumed, âYouâre pretty good at giving advice even when youâre only half listening.â
He saunters over from the span of deck heâd been pacing the last 10 minutes, sitting down next to you with a smug look on his face. You feel the cushions dip with his body weight, and youâre so delusioned that even a part of you twinges with desire at the understanding of his weight. The idea of him pressing it down on top of you duringâ
âWhatâs on ya mind, love, why are you sâfaraway lookinâ?â He asks, sipping at his drink with a quirk of his dark eyebrows.
âIââ Christ. Heâs manspreading a bit right now⊠thighs pushed apart, âIâm just tired. Been a big few days.â
His curly, and boyishly-messy hair is cascading over his forehead and casting a shadow of his green gaze, the same one thatâs nailing you where youâre sat right now.
He doesnât look very convinced. And heâs watching your eyes flicker around, looking guilty of a lie, presumably the words that just came from your mouth.
âYou donât have tâlie, dove.â He laughs, a soft songbird-like chuckle that somewhat eases your tenseness.
You feel so dirty for thinking about him like this. When he canât tell you itâs okay to be imagining absolutely sinful things youâd do⊠or let be done when it comes to him. However, you are so hormonal right now, that you donât have it in yourself to stop.
He was just simply the wrong person, in the wrong place, at coincidentally the right time in your hormonal cycle.
And you feel even worse because thereâs years of history behind the two of you. And friends are not meant to think of each other like this, it makes things quickly complicated. And this is not a hallmark film.
âI know.â You sigh out, âitâs not you, H. Iâm just⊠hormonal.â
His first thought was that you were on your period, a look of tender concern flitting across his face.
âOh, is your period making you feel sick?â
You could laugh at the irony. You are infact neither of the things he thinks. Not bleeding, and not ill.
He has looked after you before when youâve been in the trenches with your period. He is always so willing to get you anything when youâre not feeling well.
And you can tell by the look on his pretty face heâs about to ask you he can get you anything to helpâ pain relief, water, snacks or simply a hug.
A gentleman, as always.
But if he asks you if you need anything, you only have one answer and thatâs him. You need him, and not in a platonic way. So you interject before he can ask,
âNo, quiet the opposite.â You shake your head, pursing your lips.
âBut itâs fine,â you amend curtly, âjust girl stuff.â
The two of you get consumed by a momentary silence, he was waiting for more information, which you simply were not giving. After a few seconds, he sputters out a sudden laugh.
âYou can tell me, if you want, idiot.â He laughs, nudging you with his knee. His very attractive leg being left pressed into yours. âGross details and personal stuff never usually stop us.â
Your whole body is burning up, overwhelmed. He is so fucking hot, and caring. You want him filling up your goddamn throat.
âNo, trust me. This is all left best untold and ignored. I canât help it, so weâre just ignoring it.â Your tone is certain, and to this he nods. Able to tell thatâs as much of an answer heâd be getting for now, so he begrudgingly accepts it.
âFine, fine, youâre just so stiff. Need târelax.â He slides his free hand behind your back to pull him into his side.
Tugging you the small distance between you two, your head comes naturally to rest in the crook of his neck. Nose inhaling the woodsy scent of his cologne, smelling like the refreshingly cool breeze on a muggy summer night.
His thumb strokes a delicate back and forth rhythm on the bare skin itâs found between the waistband of your jeans and the hem of your fitted top.
Itâs killing you, because heâs so gentle with you. Such a sweetheart really, but youâre breaking out a sweat at the feeling of his fingertips against your skin. You need a cold shower.
You try not to let your eyes wander down to the legs in those fucking jeans.
âSâlong as ya alright,â he murmurs into your hair, âis there anything you need from me? âCause if I can do anything for ya, yknow I would.â
Your stomach drops, how are you even supposed to answer that. Your face heats with even more guilt.
Your internal voice drops in her two cents on the questionâ your cock, she confidently stated. That was what she wanted.
âNo, nothing you can do thatâs reasonable, H.â You say, too dangerously close to him dragging the truth out of your needy mouth for your liking.
He tilts his head down to look at the profile of your face, curiously prodding further, âHow unreasonable are we talking?â
âRidiculously and foolishly unreasonable.â
âWhy?â
âSh. Donât make me tell you, because I donât want to.â You state defiantly, rolling away from his hold, since now youâre talking about itâ although vaguelyâ itâs just making it worse.
Focusing on it is making the need more intense, your eyes feasting unintentionally on his muscled body relaxing on the couch.
Heâs got this smirk on his lips. One you want to kiss off.
âYouâre blushing, is it that bad?â
You scoff, âYes, that bad.â
âOkay⊠so, itâs not your period, and itâs technically fixableâ since you just said itâs unreasonable for me to do it⊠not impossible.â heâs wondering out loud, watching your every move.
Which now youâve stood up and started pacing, trying to distract yourself from the pulsing between your legs and the begging voice in your head that wants to touch him so badly.
âStop being nosey! God!â You frustratedly whine out, and he laughs at your sudden anger at not only him, but at seemingly just being a woman.
âJust trying to help, baby, donât get mad.â He teases, and between his suddenly mocking mouth, your resolve snaps like a fickle twig.
âFuck, Iâm horny. Harry!â You groan out, covering your eyes over with the palms of your hands so you donât have to see his likely disgusted face at your confession.
But now that youâve started you canât stop, âYou just⊠your fucking legs and thighs are just⊠I donât know! Iâm ovulating and youâre just really sexy, itâs frustrating and I really want to die right now, H.â
In reality, his brows had just shot up with surprise, lips parting in shock. He could not believe you just admitted that.
He glanced down to his legs. Heâs just in jeans, it wasnât like he felt as though they were anything to write home about.
It shocked him that you even⊠well obviously the two of you are best friends. But it was rare that topics of sex came up, so all the sudden the conversation being about that and also about you is making his head spin.
Yet something comes over him, he doesnât think as he speaks his next words, âThaâs not as unreasonable as you made it out to be.â
You snap your hands down from your face, eyes locking onto hisâ he doesnât look repulsed or uncomfortable as you had originally expected. He looks inexplicably open to the topic.
âIâve got somethinâ you need, somethinâ that can fix it, love.â He states, shrugging his shoulders, his voice going almost sultry, âAnâ yknow what I said, hm?â
At your silenceâ because youâre too stunned to even speakâ he finishes the sentence for you, âSaid Iâd do anything for ya.â
Oh, is this quickly snowballing.
âHarry!â You shake your head, it feeling so wrong to be talking about this with him.
He abandons his drink on the small side table beside the couch, standing up and breaching the distance between you.
âJusâ say the words, and then im yours.â He lowly whispers, and this is about to make you pass out. Youâre clenching around nothing in your underwear, and the proposition is so tempting.
âWe shouldnât though. Itâs not your responsibility to⊠satiate me.â You gulp out, nervous, yet body flaming with heat.
âY/N, best friends help each other out⊠thaâs all it has to be, jusâ me making yâfeel better.â he says, hand coming to run down your upper arm. And the second you started talking about this, his cock has been twitching where itâs confined his jeans.
âYou can make all the decisions, all the calls, mâkay?â The statement was reassuring.
You lean into his touch, caving without anymore of a fight, âOkay⊠alright. Just⊠tell me if you change your mind. Please?â
His lips curl into a satisfied smile, feeling his hand get taken by yours. Itâs much to risky to be fucking around with your best friend on the families patio, so you lead him down the steps into the dark, open backyard.
They have a pier, thatâs lit with small solar lights, and thatâs the first place you can that is reasonable enough to go. You tug him along the wooden decking it has, feet drumming against it.
Against a tree was too dark, and you at least want to see his cock if youâre getting the opportunity to touch it.
âOn the pier, hey? That desperate.â He teases, and you push him with your free hand into one of its big wooden pillars.
âI want your cock down my throat, howâs that for desperate?â You scoff, pulling a laugh of pure shock from his own lips.
âIâm serious, H.â You look at him, stone cold expression. You are so riled up and ready to touch him that you need immediate confirmation this is something he wants.
âGo on, said you wanted it.â
Before you sink down onto your knees, you question him further, âyou want this, though?â
A smile spreads over his mouth, âbaby, youâre gonna be able to feel just how much i want this when you get down there. I was bricked the second you said you were horny.â
That was all you needed, dropping to the ground on your kneesâ now with his consent, your filter completely disappeared.
âFuck me, Harry. I donât think you understand how sexy you are.â Hands immediately coming up to squeeze the muscle of his thighs.
He hums a noise as he looks down at you on your knees, âNever thought legs would do it for you, but here we are.â
âOnly thing i could think about is digging my nails into your thighsâŠâ
You drag your hands back up to where the buckle of his belt laid, grabbing at it and undoing it. Slipping it out of the loops in his pants in a swift movement.
Leaning forward, you lift the hem of his black shirt, pressing your mouth against his happy trail.
Youâre a slut for that little teasing patch of hair that dips below his low jeans. It causes you to whine out, a wordless sound of appreciation as you peck kisses over it.
The button and zipper quickly got undone by your nimble hands, and you finally brush over the prominent bulge thatâs perked up in his boxers.
A realisation that youâre about to see your best friends dick for the first time kind of hits you, causing you to roll your lips between your teeth.
His suddenly strained voice comes from above you, âfuck, Y/N, donât get shy with me. Yâcan take me out.â
Heâs almost ready to beg, even though this is all technically for you. But he didnât anticipate how sensitive he would be when itâs a special girls hands running over his bulge.
However thatâs exactly how it is, heâs already biting his lip as you cup him through his briefs, head tilted backwards with a sudden shared need.
You draw his jeans further down, âpatience, im just enjoying you, pretty boy.â
The doting nickname earns a small groan from his lips, paired with the fact youâre now mouthing at his inner thighs. Theyâre warm and firm, dusted with dark hairs. You suck the most inner and upper part of his thigh into your mouth, causing him to grunt out.
You busy yourself with that particular part of his skin for a moment, rubbing the backs of your hands around the flesh of his ass. Still unfortunately covered by his briefs.
âSo fuckinâ good to me, H.â You muttered into his soft skin, dragging your nose over to kiss the fabric covering his hard cock.
It makes him twitch, âletting me do this⊠and touch you where I want.â
You sound so out of it, replacing your mouth with your hand momentarily so you can go back to kissing his thighs, teeth impulsively barring over them. He shudders at the sensation.
After a bit more teasing, you finally start to pull the waistband of his black calvins down.
When his cock is fully out, you moan. You straight out moan at the sight of it. Itâs glistening tip is a flushed red, beading out a sliver of precum for you, and it was safe to say heâs well equipped.
The two of you curse in sync as you hold him in your hand, feeling the weight as you stroke gently.
âChrist, thaâs good.â He curses out, hips stuttering forward slightly. You take a moment to look up at his face.
His cheeks have gone a slight red, and his lips are shiny from his teeth and tongue constantly running over them. Not to mention the way his lidded eyes are gazing down at you.
You hold eye contact as you lean in to lick over his tip in one solid stroke, watching his face twist in pleasure.
It makes your core drip. Seeing his cock, tasting it, watching him react to your touch. It fuels you to take his tip into your mouth, giving a gentle suck.
Your fingers take refugee digging into his thighs, and you are already loosing you mind with him between your lips. Somehow, youâre almost convinced you could come just from sucking on his dick.
Your self control is completely shattered now, you draw back and spit over his length, listening to him groan out as he watches the action.
âDrool on me, darling.â He says, the gentle demand makes you eager to impress him. You liked the idea of him telling you what to do⊠maybe even forcing you.
Fuck, you are sick and twisted, you scoffed internally at your self. Yet proceeding to gather your saliva and let it dribble down onto him.
âThank you, thank youâŠâ you murmur against him, and he twitches at your still airy voice. He would kill to know just how wet you were between your legs.
It was such a sight for you though, seeing him start to get slicked up with your own spit. Your mouth reconnected with him, sliding further down, hand coming up to massage his balls.
Youâre whining around him now, starting to move in a sort of rhythm over his cock. You canât help it, you were becoming frantic at him filling your throat.
The vibration of your mouth sends his hand flying into your hair, drawing a cuss from his lips, âfuck, Y/NâŠâ
You get his cock as far as you can into your mouth without gaggingâ youâll leave that for a little laterâ stroking the remainder. Thereâs something about the way he takes up the space between your lips, the feeling of his thick cock atop your tongue.
You glance up at him, fingertips teasing the inner parts of his thigh. Just as you look up, you give a harsh suck, hollowing out your mouth and lathing your tongue on the underside of him. Feeling the vein that runs along him.
His head almost bangs back against the wooden beam heâs leaning on, you feel the slight stutter of his hips.
A moan reverberated around you, filling your ears pleasingly. You draw back for a breathe, âyou taste so good.â
His hand curls in your hair, panting out, âYouâre such a needy girlâŠâ
âLike that?â He asks at the whimper that come from you, âlike being told that I see how desperate yâbecoming?â
You nod immediately, âpleaseâŠâ
At your way of asking for more dirty talk he smiles, âbecoming my little slut? Warming my cock with your mouth just because youâre so horny for it.â
When you donât reply with words, and only a senseless moan, he taps your mouth with his fingers gently.
âShow me, baby.â
You part your lips almost instantly at his command, jutting your wet tongue out, ready to take him back into your mouth.
He guides his cock back between your lips, and thatâs about as far as he gets before you have to take over from him again. All he can register is how hot and warm youâre mouth is as it wraps around him again.
You start to bob your head, taking him all the way down your throat with a slight gag. Youâre whining without warrant now, all over his spit slicked cock.
Itâs paired with his own moans of pleasure and words of praise as you suddenly draw back, flicking over his wet tip with your tongue, teasing it and making him grunt.
Your soul existence quickly slips to being just about his cock and hearing his noises. Being able to look up at him and see the sweat beginning to sheen over his forehead, and the mess of his soft hair.
His eyes are squeezed shut, and he has to forcibly open them every so often to see you. A reality check for himself that down on her knees, is his best friend. Drooling all over his prick with a insatiable need.
âGood fuckinâ girl.â He states as you take him all the way down your throat again.
âTaking me like the slut yâare. Might âave to fuck you like one later, howâs that sound?â His mouth has gone loose now, brain muddled with only thoughts of you in it.
You suck and nod over him, brain rioting with a yes at his question.
âProbably so wet, so warm.â He mutters in half thought, and the idea of him even thinking of you like that makes you clench multiple times in your panties.
You roll you hips against nothing which he is grateful he caught with his half lidded eyes. The look of sheer desperation that crossed your face.
Moving faster, you starting taking his cock at a pace that immediately made his hand coil tighter in your hair.
âFuck⊠im gonâ come faster than Iâd like if yâkeepâ shitâ doing that.â He moans, and you draw back quickly.
âNeed to taste it⊠please, Harry.â You beg, forcing your throat back down around him once youâd got a breathe.
You gagged around him in full this time, earning his hips bucking against you.
Strings of dirty talk and cusses were flying out of his mouth, like a litany being repeated over and over. He kept praising you.
âThat warm mouthâŠfuck⊠fucking me so good baby. Want to keep yâdown there for hours, like mâpersonal little cockslut.â
Your nails dug into the backs of his meaty thighs, making you moan around him. Spit was covering your chin as you moved hastily over his hard prick.
âLike that idea?â He asked gruffly, âmaking you drool all over me like this until Iâm empty, anâ yâve come in yâpanties to the point youâre dripping.â
You feverishly bob your head, sucking hard against him. If his bucking hips and loose mouth are any indicator, heâs getting close.
A few more minutes of your mouth, and heâs swearing, âim gonna come, doveâ fuckâ where do yâwant it?â
Trying not to stop to long, looking up at his flushed face and blown out eyes, you lowly plead, âon my tongue, pleaseâŠâ
âGood slut, good fucking girl!â He slurs out.
You draw back to his tip, eager to taste him properly. You spit messily over his pulsing red head, kitten licking over it while your hand fucks the rest of his length at a fast pace.
It has him a wreck, and before he know it, heâs moaning out so loud heâs almost scared he woke someone in the house up.
âFuck! Iâm going to come, baby, im gonna come!â
You watch in completely infatuation as his eyes screw shut and his mouth drops into a gasp for air. You feel his hips stutter, and his cock pulse and twitch as it releases onto your awaiting tongue.
He tastes so good. You feel ashamed for even liking it that much, but as it spurts out his tip and drips onto your lower lip, your insane over it.
You rub it in with his tip, coating it over your tongue, and he pants as he opens his eyes to watch you.
Itâs a sight etched into his mind forevermore. The fact his come is painted all over your tongue right now.
âSwallow it, pretty girl, let me watch.â He exhaustedly instructs you, voice raspy and deep in his post orgasm haze.
You do as told, and realising some has spilt even onto the corner of his thigh now that youâve let him go.
Not letting it go to waste, you clean it off with a lick of your still eager mouth. Gently kissing over the spot as well.
âTaste so good, H.â You whisper against him, moving over to kiss his tip a final time.
âThank you, again. For letting me do thatâŠâ You almost feel more satisfied than you would have if you had gotten to come as well.
âMade me feel amazing, baby.â
Or so you thought, because once he raised the point again⊠âIf you want, since I can only imagine how desperate your little cunt is, I can return the favour somehow?â
And it was impossible to say no when he looked like that, boxers still half down his beautiful legs and face flushed that sexy shade of red.
You were in for a night, that was for sure. So much for an early morning.
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Stress Relief
Summary: After a recent promotion, Javi has had a lot on his plate. Thankfully, you know just what to do to help him de-stress.
Word Count: 2.8K
Pairing: Husband!Javier Peña x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n, post season 3)
Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (make safe choices pls), oral (m receiving), creampie, size kink (ish?), praise kink, sex as stress relief, Subby, whimpering Javi because giving him a surprise blowjob when you know he's stressed would make him crumble, this is literally porn without a plot WHOOPS
A/N: Shoutout to my job for having a system wide data outage today so I didn't have to work and got to write this instead đ€Ș Poor bby cow eyes deserves all the stress relief in the world, and who am I to deny him đ€·đŒââïž Also proud of myself because this is the first thing I've written without an obscene breeding kink in God knows how long, gold stars for me LMAO
Can be read as a standalone or as a part of the Never Too Late Series!
âYouâre still working?âÂ
âNo, I just really like sitting here and going through all this fucking paperwork for fun.â Javi sighed, sarcasm oozing out of his words as he leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.Â
As thankful as Javi was for his much more structured, low risk job at the Laredo Sheriff's Department compared to his time back in Colombia, his recent promotion had put way more on his plate than he had expected.Â
Begrudgingly, Javi had been bringing work home with him most nights to make up for what he couldnât finish in the office, leaving him in an exceptionally sour mood that he was spending his nights finishing paperwork instead of spending time with you.Â
âSorry, Iâm not trying to be an asshole, Querida.â Javi huffed, upset with himself that any ounce of him was resorting to taking his frustrations out on you. âI just- Iâve just been really stressed about trying to get all this shit done.âÂ
âReally? I canât tell. You donât seem stressed at all.â You quietly teased, your sarcasm enough to at least crack a small smile out of his pouted frown.Â
Pushing the office door open, you softly padded into the room, placing yourself behind Javiâs desk chair and draping your arms around his shoulders, gently resting your chin on his shoulder. His hands reached up to wrap around your arms now resting against his chest, his thumbs rubbing soft circles onto your skin as he let out a heavy sigh, your presence flooding him with at least a little bit of calm amongst the chaos.
âIs there anything I can help you with?â You asked, pecking a soft kiss onto the scratchy stubble of his cheek.Â
âNo, itâs just some paperwork shit.âÂ
âYou sure?âÂ
âNo, thank you though, Hermosa. I promise Iâll be done soon, baby.âÂ
Javi assumed his reply and gentle pat to your arm still wrapped around him would have enough to send you back out of his office so he could finish the rest of his work, but as your lips began to slowly travel from his cheek to down his neck and back up to nibble at his ear while your hands slid down his chest, he slowly realized that your offer to help had nothing to do with the actual work he needed to finish.Â
âYou sure thereâs nothing? It sure seems like you could use some stress relief, Javi.â The tone of your voice shifting from sweet and innocent to low and sultry, the whisper of your words dancing in Javiâs ear and fingertips raking lower across his stomach and thighs making his breath hitch in the back of his throat as he realized what kind of âhelpâ you were planning to offer him.
You smirked as you watched the bulge in his slacks begin to stiffen, your hand just grazing along the seam of his crotch while you kissed his neck, sucking at his pulse point and nipping at his skin. You could practically feel Javi melting into his chair at your touch, hoping that your plan would provide your husband with some much needed stress relief.Â
âPobrecito (Poor thing). Youâre so tense. And so hard,â You laughed quietly to yourself, hand now cupping the full blown erection in his pants, âYou gonna let me help you, baby? Help you get rid of some of this stress?âÂ
You began to swivel his desk chair to face you, Javiâs lips already parted for his heavy breaths as his hungry gaze met yours. Slowly, you climbed into his lap, your legs straddling over his hips as your hands ran up and down his chest, toying with the buttons of his dress shirt to expose his soft and tanned skin.Â
Your mouths met in a hungry clash of tongues and teeth, capturing Javiâs muffled moans as you kissed him with an electric intensity that already had him needily bucking his hips up into you, desperate to ease how painfully hard he was from the few short moments since your proposition.Â
Javi could barely find it in his mind to string together a coherent sentence, frantically nodding his head in agreement to your question between sloppy kisses, letting his hands roam down your back until they were grabbing your ass, kneading the plump flesh in his grasp.Â
âUse your words, Javi. You want me to take care of you?â You cooed, grinding your hips into his lap as you watched his head tip back against the chair, jaw going slack and mind running blank as you rubbed against the straining fabric of his pants.Â
âFuck. P-Please, baby.â He moaned, Adamâs apple bobbing in his throat as he gulped, trying to use any ounce of composure he could to somehow make words travel from his brain to his mouth.Â
âGood boy.â You smirked, placing one last kiss on his lips before climbing off his lap to settle yourself between his legs on the floor, letting your fingers toy with the clasp of his belt buckle until it broke free.
âFuck me.â Javi whispered to himself under his breath, watching you free his belt to carefully unzip his slacks, lifting his hips just enough to help you pull down his boxers to reveal his aching cock, tip already red and precum weeping from his slit.Â
âMaybe if you behave and let me take care of you, then yes.â You teased before letting your kisses trail up his thighs, inching closer and closer to his length, only making him groan more. His hand ran through the dark locks of his thick brown hair, trying to center himself enough to keep from busting right then and there.Â
Your hands ran up and down his thighs as you scooted closer to him, kisses trailing behind the gentle graze of your fingertips up towards his length. You couldnât help but smirk at him with a devilish grin, seeing how needy and worked up he already was without you even touching him yet.Â
Letting your lips inch closer and closer to the base of his cock, your hand wrapped carefully around him, your thumb swiping over his tip and collecting the precum that had been leaking from it, sending a shiver down his spine and a low groan in his chest.
Slowly, your kisses made their way up his length, your lips replacing your hand, tenderly licking at sucking at his tip, eliciting a low groan from deep within his chest. âRelax, Javi. Let me take care of you, okay?â You cooed, letting his cock tap against your tongue before licking a long strip from base to tip, the sensation making him shutter.Â
âO-kay. Fuck- Yeah, okay, baby.â He managed to stammer out, looking down at you perched between his legs, beginning to sink your mouth down on his length, hollowing out your cheeks until you could feel him hitting the back of your throat, coming back off him with a pop and a satisfied smile, batting your lashes at him.Â
Javiâs head hit the back of his chair as you began to repeat the motion, slowly taking the full length of his cock in and out of your mouth, letting his tip graze the back of your throat with each movement.
Letting your tongue drag up his shaft, your lips wrapped around his tip, sucking and flicking at his most sensitive spots. One hand was wrapped around his cock and working in tandem with your mouth, while the other grasped at his bare thigh, fingertips digging into his skin.Â
You began to pick up your pace, shifting your hand to cup his balls so you could take him back into your throat, sinking down just enough to let the deep, musky scent of the curls at the base of his shaft tickle your nostrils.Â
You couldnât help but let a small smirk form between your lips as you worked at his cock, seeing and hearing just how wrecked Javi was from the short time that you had gone down on him, quiet whimpers and moans escaping from his lips, followed by muffled whispers of mixed expletives in Spanish and English to himself in any attempt to keep from spilling down your throat just as soon as you had started.Â
âJesus fucking Christ⊠F-fuck me. You feel- mierda- you feel so good, Hermosa.â Javi managed to stammer out between gasps, looking down at you nestled between his legs with a desperate expression painted across his face, already feeling his balls beginning to tense and stomach start to swirl.Â
While you knew it wouldnât take much more to get Javi to your intended point of stress relief, you selfishly couldnât deny the fact that you were now also in need of your own relief, feeling the arousal that had been pooling in your underwear, coating the inside of your thighs and forcing you to squeeze them together in attempts to ease your growing ache.Â
Pulling off Javiâs cock and planting a soft kiss to his tip, you peered up at him with a devilish grin, phrasing your next proposition as a question, even though you undoubtedly already knew what his answer would be.Â
âYou wanna cum down my throat, or cum inside me? You choose, handsome.â You cooed, fingertips grazing the inside of his thighs as your kisses trailed behind, teasing Javi to the point you were half convinced he might cum just like this, considering his half coherent babbles as he tried to string together words to form any sort of thought.Â
âI-inside. Fuck- Let me cum inside you, please.â He stammered, nodding his head frantically in confirmation of what you already knew would be his answer.Â
Gripping your hands around his thighs to push yourself up to stand, you reached down to tug the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head, quickly followed by your bra, both now crumpled in a pile on the floor.Â
You couldnât help but let out a little giggle at how Javi was gawking at you and your now bare chest, eyes bulging out of his skull and jaw hitting the floor as if he was a goddamn cartoon and it was the first time he had seen you topless in his entire life.Â
Your bottom half slowly followed the same fate as your top, pants and underwear shuffling down your hips and legs until they were pooled around your ankles, leaving you completely naked as you began to crawl back into Javiâs lap.Â
You let your legs straddle over his hips, your cunt ghosting over his cock as you placed your hands on his stomach, letting them slide up his chest until they were buried in the thick locks of his dark hair, gripping and tugging his curls while your mouth engulfed his in an electric kiss.Â
A soft moan rumbled in your chest as his firm grasp found a home on your hips, his fingers digging into the meat of your stomach, holding on for dear life while he felt you hovering over his length.Â
âPlease, Hermosa. I need to feel you, baby.â He whispered into your ear, now all but begging for you to sink down onto his cock and let himself get lost in the mesmerizing warmth and wetness of you.Â
Reaching below you, you wrapped your hand around his cock, positioning it beneath you to lower yourself down, whimpering at the sweet stretch and sting of his girth, letting his tip kiss your cervix as he filled you with every inch of himself that you could take. For as many times as you had found yourself in this position, you were convinced that you would never get over just how full you felt with Javi inside you, and how breathtakingly incredible it felt.Â
Cupping Javiâs strong jaw in your hands, your forehead rested against his as you let your hips start to grind into his, long and languid circles of your lower half, rolling back and forth, burying Javiâs cock deep inside the warm, wet walls of your cunt.Â
âFuck me. Holy fuck.â Javi groaned, his hands snaking up your front to grab your breasts, kneading the soft flesh greedily in his hands. His fingers reached for your pebbled nipples, rolling them between his thumb and index finger, the new sensation sending a jolt of pleasure to your core.Â
That, combined with the hairs at the base of Javiâs cock rubbing deliciously on your clit and the way Javiâs cock punched against your g-spot was already making you see stars, vision going white and brain going blank from just how good he felt buried inside you.
Instinctively, you rocked your hips faster, feeling an all too familiar tingle begin to build at the base of your spine. Almost as if Javi could sense the way your cunt was starting to clench around his length, he couldnât help but buck his hips up into yours, his thrusts filling you in a way that had you absolutely reeling and breathless, the two of you both teetering on the brink of collapse to chase your own highs.Â
âYou feel, oh shit- you feel so good, Javi. Feel so good inside me. Iâm close, baby.â You whimpered, burying your hands in the sweat curled hairs at the nape of his neck, lost in your own pleasure as your stomach swirled faster and faster with arousal.Â
You could tell Javi was close, too- The gritting of his teeth, the wild and wanting look in his sweet brown eyes, the sloppy pace of his dick pounding into you and nearly incomprehensible babbles were all the tells you knew far too well to realize he was quickly about to come undone.Â
âYeah? F-fuck, I love being inside you. So fucking wet and tight, holy fuck.âÂ
You could feel your walls beginning to tighten around him, moaning as you buried your head in the crook of his shoulder, fingernails digging crescent moons into his skin as you braced yourself for the wave that was about to crash through you.Â
 âFuck baby, donât stop- ahhhh- please donât stop.â
âI know, baby, I know. Let go for me, Osita. Wanna feel you soak my lap before I fuck you full of me. Gonna cum so deep inside this tight little pussy.â Javi reached down so the pads of his fingers rubbed along your clit as you rolled your hips, sinking yourself deeper onto his cock with each thrust, your vision going white as you could feel yourself come undone.Â
âFuckfuckfuckfuckkkkkkkk!â You cried out as you felt your orgasm pulse through you, pleasure shooting through your body as you came, clamping down around Javiâs cock and gushing with your arousal, your body melting limp into his as he followed suite.Â
âThatâs it, baby. Iâm gonna- fuck- g-gonna cum too. Fuck me, gonna fill you so full of me youâre- oh shit- gonna be dripping out of me f-for da- Oh fuckkkkkk-â With a final stutter of his hips, Javi thrust up into you, letting the warm rush of his spend coat your walls, milking himself of every last drop before carefully pulling out, letting the rhythmic breathing of your chests rising and falling sync together.Â
âHoly fuck.â Javi sighed, kissing your bare shoulder before letting his plush lips peck across your neck and jawline before meeting yours. âI think it worked.âÂ
âThink what worked?â You asked, still trying to come to in your blissed out state, gently combing your fingers through the sweat ridden curls of Javiâs hair, giggling as he knowingly ghosted his fingers across your stomach, smiling to himself at your ticklish laughter.Â
âThe stress relief. God, I love you. Iâll never know what the fuck I ever did to deserve you, but I wonât question it. Thank you, baby.â Javi grinned, softly swiping his thumb across your cheek, leaving his other arm to wrap around your waist and pull him closer to his chest.Â
âI love you, too, Jav. Glad I could help. Hopefully this was enough motivation to get you through the rest of your work.âÂ
As you started to scoot yourself off Javiâs lap to clean up the mess of arousal, clothes, and a few scattered papers you had left in your wake, you were taken aback to feel his grip tighten around you, holding you in place.Â
âItâs gonna be a long night, because Iâm not even close to being done.â Javi smirked, his tongue darting between his lips as his eyes darkened with a hungry gaze.Â
âThen you need to let me get off you, you goofball. Last time I checked, your naked wife sitting on your lap isnât helping anyone to get paperwork done.â You teased, playfully crossing your arms over your chest, tilting your head at Javi in a mix of sass and confusion until a shriek of surprise escaped from your chest as Javi stood up to set you on top of his desk, caging his broad body over yours.Â
âOh Iâm done with all of this shit,â He paused, gesturing to his desk before letting his kisses lazily trail down your body until he was on his knees with your legs draped over his shoulders, spreading them open to reveal the swollen and glistening mess still between your thighs, âbut thereâs not a chance in hell Iâm done with you.âÂ
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Use Me
Pairing: FuckBoy!Wooyoung x Afab Reader
Word Count: 1.2K
Warnings: Dom Fuckboy!Woo, Sub!Reader, Unprotected Sex, Choking, Face Smacking, Degradation, Public Sex, Rough Sex, Woo Is Mean Asfđ€ȘâŠIf I Missed AnythingâŠđLemme Know!
A/N: ListenâŠidk why but Woo has just been clouding my mindđ”âđ«, I just feel like Woo would be a honest fuck boy, like he already is honest now, and loves being honest. Can you imagine him being a fuckboy?!? The man wouldnât be sparing ANY feelings. Also I literally said I was going to take November off, and here I was at working writing a lil some some, if there are any mistakes, sorryđŹ. I wrote this without my glasses.
You knew that this was wrong, you heart yearned for him, he used you when he pleased, whispering sweet dreams into your ear, and you let him. Thatâs all he sold you, nothing but dreams, and you bought them everytime. You watched as his eyes ran over the large crowd, stopping once they reached your frame. With one simple look he could break you down in various ways then one.
The crinkle of his eyes, due to that mischievous smile he sported, he was taking you all in. Shifting your body weight from foot to foot you watch as his eyes flicker over to the bathrooms, before looking right back at you. Signaling to you to meet him in the restroom, subtly you make your way to the restroom, excusing yourself from your group of friends, you push your way through the packed crowd, the club lighting shining off your skin. With each step you take, Wooyoung hawks you down with his eyes, drinking in your form, the way you move, the way your chest slightly heaves with anticipation of knowing whatâs to come. He's got you wrapped around each individual finger.
Excusing himself from his own friends, he makes his way towards the restroom, following closely behind you. Shutting the door behind him, he braces himself against the door. His sharp eyes drift over to your form that is leaning against the wall right across from him, how can someone make you feel so small? Walking slowly over to you, he stops right in front of you, his body slightly towering over you.
Squatting down to your level, so he could get better eye contact with you, he wanted to make sure your full attention was on him. He didnât want you looking up to him, he wanted to make sure you understood him, with no room for misinterpretations of things. His intense gaze made your face heat with embarrassment. You both had sung this song various times, danced this dance numerous times. Yet he always made sure he drilled what was going to happen into your head, and made sure that you understood that this would be nothing more or nothing less. Nodding your head letting him know that you are listening closely, and that you understood his every word, he drags you over to the first available stall, not wanting to waste anymore time.
Shoving you in the stall, he quickly locks the door, shoving your chest against the cool metal door, pulling up your dress, moving your soaked panties to the side, as he places sloppy kisses along the side of your neck. Your body so easily submits to him, heâs like a drug, you know heâs no good for you, you know heâs nothing but a user, yet you canât stay away from him. He's your daily dose, as much as you are his.
Pulling your back flush against his chest, he slowly thrusts into you, causing you to let out a loud mewl. His fingers immediately find your throat, tightening his grip around it. His wet lips brush over your ear, which each deep thrust your body hikes up the bathroom stall door. With your dress around your waist he uses the scrunched fabric as a way to stabilize himself.
âFuck Woo..â you choke out through a moan. A large grin takes over his face, clearly pleased at every loud sound that leaves your mouth, it helps aid and feed his ego. With one harsh thrust, your cunt clenches hard around him, pulling a loud groan from him, he wraps his hand even tighter around your throat. Cutting your airways off partially
âDo you know what your purpose is? Hm?â He grits out between clenched teeth. There is so much fury beneath his dark eyes yet you miss the storm thatâs brewing behind them.
âYour purpose is to satisfy me, and only me.â Gripping the sides of your throat tighter with each word he spits. You let out a choked out noise, your cunt clenching with need, the sounds of his deep voice in your ear, no matter how degrading they are, is enough to make your eyes roll back.
âIsnât that right?â He spits out, your lack of an answer annoys him, slapping the side of your face lightly, he cocks your head to the side, bringing his face close to yours, the tip of his nose brushing against your own, his soft plump lips lightly touching yours.
âI. Said. Isnât. That. Right.â He says with a harsh slam of his hips in your cunt. Letting out a choked out moan, you scream nothing but confirming words to him. Acknowledging you are nothing but something for him to stuff his hard dick into when he pleases.
Nodding your head swiftly, your forehead rubs against the cold metal stall door. While your heart pulled with each thrust of his, your pussy clenched with need. You wanted Wooyoung all hours of the day, you didnât care how he came, you just wanted him.
âFuck, this pussy is so good.â He grits out through clenched teeth, cocking his head back as he picks up speed, the sound of skin slapping echos in the empty bathroom, not even caring if someone was to enter and hear the noises you two created. He had one goal, and only one goal in mind.
Gripping your hips tighter, your body crushed against the door, face completely smushed against it. Wrapping his hand around your waist while the other tugs the bunched up fabric around your waist. Making sure to slam your hips down with each thrust up, making sure to hit that spongy spot over and over again.
âFuck, Fuck WooâŠplease.â You rush out, your sweaty hands find grip on the top of the stall door, trying to stabilize yourself. The door rattles from the movement of his thrusts. Gripping your waist tighter, speeding up the pace of his thrust, while keeping the same hard thrust. Your eyes squeeze shut, your orgasm washing over your body with a loud mewl. Your hands grip the door for dear life. Orgasm so intense, tears stream down your face. He thrusts harshly a couple more times, before he pulls out, shooting his cum all over your lower back. Giving his cock a couple more pumps. He slightly leans forward, his nose brushing against your neck, stepping back he tucks himself away, pulling your panties back over to cover your dripping cunt. He doesnât even wipe the cum off of your back, pulling the dress down, he pats where his cum is sitting on your skin, like a stain, like a temporary tattoo that only he leaves you with, that you wear secretly with pride.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he helps you stand up, unlocking the stall door, as he washes his hands, he looks up, catching your eyes through the mirror. A wicked grin grows across his face. Your eyes grow big and glassy. Looking back down at his hands, your eyes take over him. Taking him in for what he truly is, a user, an abuser, an opportunist, a man who sells you nothing but wishes and dreams, just as he finishes drying his hands he makes his way over towards you, placing a soft kiss upon your forehead.
âItâs never going to be meâŠis it?â you whisper out quietly but loud enough for him to hear. With his lips still on your forehead, you feel them stretch into a smile.
âDon't ask questions you already know the answer to.â
DO NOT REPOST.
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Girlll I just graduated đ€Ș and I am an Aizawa whore so I was wondering if you could write a Aizawa x reader who just graduated. She has been having a crush on him for the longest and a few months after graduating she somehow crosses paths with him and ykyk something blossoms between them ;)
girl, you and me both đŹ
6:45 am, 8/14
As you made your way through the busy and bustling streets of Musutafu, you found yourself at your local coffee shop once again before your 9-5 shift. Since your graduation from UA 3 months ago, you have just been working an office job in the city while figuring out your career plans. Although studying in the hero course, your heart wasn't really set on becoming a hero.Â
After placing your order, you step out of line and take a seat at a small table in the corner. You pulled your laptop out to review your tasks for the day. You do this every morning before you even go into work. You always make sure to get to the coffee shop early so you'll have the time to do this.
As you're going over your tasks for the day, lost in thought, you hear your name being called.Â
"Y/N?"
You look up to see none other than your former teacher, Shota Aizawa. His comforting and familiar presence immediately washed over you. His reassuring demeanor was truly what made you fall for him months back. Thinking back on it, you cringe at the fact that you probably made your feelings for him a bit too transparent.Â
"Aizawa," you greeted him with a hesitant smile. Your heart begins to race.Â
"Good to see you, Y/N. How have you been?" he questions, his tone as gentle as ever.Â
His question lingered in the air as you paused to clear your throat. "Fine, fine." You replied. "Still figuring things out, you know?".Â
He gives you a reassuring nod at your response, "I can understand that." He says.Â
You grab your drink and make your way back over to Aizawa. He takes a seat at your table, and you can't help but feel a bolt of excitement at his proximity.Â
"So, how's teaching been going?" You question.Â
He chuckles. "Busy as usual," he replies, sipping on his coffee. "But I can't complain. It's what I signed up for."
You nod and shoot him a smile.Â
"What about you, Y/N? How's office life treating you?" He asks.Â
You hesitate before answering his question. "It's.. okay." You answer. "It's not exactly what I pictured myself doing after graduation though."
Aizawa gives you an understanding nod. His expression is comforting. "I get that," he says. "I'm sure whatever you do will be great." He gives you a smile that makes your heart race.
As you continue your conversation, you take notice of his lingering touches and prolonged stares. You find yourself leaning in a little bit closer to him. The barriers that once separated the two of you from forming a connection have slowly melted away. The undeniable chemistry between you two is no secret. With each subtle glance and shared touch, tension grows between you two.Â
As Aizawa leans in, he keeps his gaze focused on your lips. You feel a flutter of anticipation and a hint of nervousness. His presence, though familiar, carries a different weight now that you're no longer his student. You try to maintain your composure, but it's hard to ignore the rush of emotions swirling within you.
Meeting his gaze, you find yourself drawn into the depths of his eyes, searching for any hint of what he might be feeling. His expression is unreadable, yet there's a warmth in his gaze that sends a shiver down your spine.
And then, without another word, he leans into you. His lips brush up against yours with a gentle passion that takes your breath away. The loud noises of the cafe that once surrounded you two have seemed to fade away.
His warmth washes over you as your lips linger a moment longer. You can taste the coffee on his lips. His embrace pulls you closer as if he's trying to bridge the gap between your souls.
As the intense moment comes to an end, you catch your breath, your eyes meeting Aizawa's. His gaze softens on you as he reaches to brush stray hair out of your face.
"Y/NâŠ, I wish I could've done that a lot sooner." He whispers.
A rush of warmth spreads through you at his words. "Me too" you admit.Â
As you both remain in this moment, you are locked in each other's gaze. His touch brought your past feelings back to light. You felt at home with him.
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hai hai!! i have some cod nsfw headcanons ^_^ hope you donât mind i just have brainworms that need to be let out
price has a MASSIVE (pun intended) size kink. he loves having your small frame beneath him, just manhandling you everywhere >_<
simon is actually really gentle. he definitely has dacryphilia, but the first time you started crying during the act, he got so scared :â( you had to reassure him you were alright ! now he can be more rough, even downright mean at times .
gaz looks like the most âproperâ of the 141, but heâs freaky !!! heâs really into degradation and praise, and heâs a huge ass man idc idc ! but heâd also spend hours with body worship just taking care of u
soapâs favorite position is cowgirl / just you riding him, he loves seeing his dog tags dangle between ur tits, holding your hips and just having you on top :p
aah thatâs it sorry for spam </3 love your writing
I NEVER MIND HEADCANONS ARE WE KIDDING?!!!
price having a size kink makes my brain malfunction. like i neeeeeed that man. iâm so sorry but i also feel like heâd have a bit of an age gap kink. heâs not that oldâheâs like what? late 30s early 40s??âbut he secretly really likes dating someone way younger than him. the fact that irl iâm like oh ew gross at those kind of men! but in fiction, iâm like i want that man down bad and obsessed with the fact that heâs larger and older than you. need him to feel like heâs taking advantage of you: being older, bigger, and in higher power, and he hates how much he gets off on that.
no im obsessed with simon being a gentle lover. the thing is, i love him soft and rough, so combining it is just đ© him being so sweet and slow and gentle at first, but once you convince him youâre ok with him being rough, my man goes a little crazy. he loves to leave bruises on you. loves to degrade you (âlook how easily you spread your legs for me. pathetic.â âbeg for it, loveâ). loves to toss you around like youâre nothing. loves seeing your eyes water when heâs just pounding the shit out of you, the way you struggle to form coherent words. if you donât have tear stains by the time heâs done, he clearly didnât do his job right. but thatâs not every time.. heâs still gentle and takes his time and whispers sweet praises in your ear in between. like UMMMFFF.
gaz is younger (and acts like it) so ofc heâs freaky. i donât think he gets too weird with it or too obscure in his kinks, but he definitely likes to try new things. he lovesssss to talk dirty, watching you get flustered beneath him from just his words is his favorite thing. and my guy lovessss eating puss lmao. he definitely texts you randomly âplease let me come over and go down on you. i just miss you so much.â like he straight up doesnât expect anything in return, he just likes to get off by pleasing you and needs to taste you or heâll lose his marbles.
i feel like entire fandom has all agreed soap likes it when his girl is on top đ€Ș and theyâre right!!! he is most definitely and without a doubt, a boob guy. so watching them bounce as you ride him sends him into aerospace. he is obsessed with watching you work yourself on top of him. and he can be dominant when he wants, but a lot of the time he likes when you take charge. he goes crazy when you shove his chest back down as he tries to sit up and you just mercilessly ride him until heâs a whimpering mess.
thank you for this, anon. i always love seeing other peoples headcanons <3
#foaming at the mouth#chatting ËÍá”ËÍ#headcanons#cod headcanons#gaz headcanons#simon riley headcanons#captain price headcanons#soap headcanons
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Jason Todd Being Possessive
Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, stalking if you squint, controlling behaviour
Notes: i just HAD to write this because possessive jay has been rotting đ€§ in my brain since my last hc
OK SO this man would be totally different before youâre actually together
when heâs not dating you, and doesnât have an acceptable reason to be so possessive, he makes his actions less public
he wants to know everything about you because youâre his
will absolutely have a bookâs worth of your personal information at hand the day after he first sees you
learns all the little things you like
uses Bruceâs tech to do a deep dive into all your socials and may or may not have stolen a few of his cameras to put in your apartment
he just wants to make sure youâre safe đ
by the time you first start talking youâre already his
3 days into knowing him you get home to an entirely new set of locks đ€Ș which leads to you having to call him so you can get into your apartment
âYeah, I changed your shitty ass locks, you deserve a safe place to-â que a 10 minute lecture on home security
doesnât like when people give you gifts because only HE should be making you smile
pulls out all the stops to get you to like him (even though you already did)
taps all your calls so he can know what youâre interested in
puts a tracker in your phone, your purse, your car, your wallet, your jacket, your-
when he takes you on your first date itâs somewhere secluded because nobody deserves to look at you but him
if you do go on a date somewhere public he always has an arm protectively around you
he takes you guys becoming official as the go ahead to be violent with anyone who bothers you
âNobody should be fucking touching you but me, mama.â
somebody makes you laugh and itâs not him? Heâll glare at them (and only break their nose if heâs feeling charitable)
somebody bothered you at work? expect him to show up knocking at your window in the middle of the night, covered in blood that isnât his
when introduces you to the batfam, he literally keeps at hand on you the entire time
heâll slowly work his way into your life
eventually having him around constantly just becomes normal for you (and he couldnât be happier)
#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x you#jason todd x reader#jason todd#headcanon#dcu#jason todd fanfiction
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