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Welp, I consumed probably too much dr. who fanfiction. Discovered another rarepair I love im fucked and read every fic that exists on ao3 about them. fuuuuck why does this keep happening?
#why can't my brain make my life easier and just enjoy the popular ship!!!#WHYYY!?#why am I like this?#I NEVER PLAN IT AND ITS EVERYTIME FUCK#im not really mad just confused 😂#at this point I can just assume that every new pairing I like is rare because id rather be pleasantly surprised than disappointed again#long suffering sigh#twotalestalks
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i have cried at work 2 days in a row this week. i love having a job:)
#i genuinely only have a day left in this department and my manager here was set on ruining my week#i genuinely had a report assigned to me out of the blue yesterday despite the fact that i asked whether i would need to submit anything#when i left this department#like i hate nothing more than a change of plans last minute and i cannot explain how frustrating this rotation has been because#the people here just don't want tk actually help me like everytime i ask for something they're like sure and then never do the thing?#like I'd not going to treat grown adults with kids like children and repeatedly ask them for the same shit#anyway so i get this report given to me and i haven't even had a chance to read through any other reports just so i have context#so i spent like 6 hours post work yesterday figuring the reports out using a template i literally only got from a coworker who isn't#even in this department so like this department continues to be fucking useless#so i spend my night working on this so i could have it done by 8 this morning and then i sent it to the manager#only for him to say its not what he wanted from me which like how would i have known what he wanted since he didn't fucking tell me#like ask for a failure investigation report and i gave you a failure investigation report#he now says he wanted me to research and explain the failure mechanism and describe it's process?????#like hello why didn't you fucking say that#i'm genuinely so pissed i've wasted so much time on this when i have an evaluation practice session on monday#anyway am i a crybaby? maybe but i just don't like having shit sprung up on me with poorly explained scopes because it's a waste of time#should this have gone into my journal? maybe#do i care? no
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im venting in the tags
ignore me lmao
#vent#Anyway. im a personal needs aide in a skills classroom. what does this mean???? they stuck me in a skills xl#classroom & the teacher straight up wants compliance & not learning. my kid also has a nurse who is so abelist that she regularly refers to#the kid as essentially a bump on a log. (paraphrasing) oh and tje teacher has written him off as needing a dif skills level & doesnt have#ANY real lesson plans for my kid so i have to make up lessons and adapt to his skill level as needed. I'm basically making sure he meets his#IEP goals with no real help & everyone around me sure hell never get it. which btw. He does. It takes a little bit cuz dudes often exhausted#and so its like he can only do a few lessons a day cuz it takes him so much energy to go to school & his parents load him up w/ tasks &#therapies so hes like ALWAYS busy even tho he needs rest sometimes ya know? and like its u g h u g g g g g h h h h h h#And its like jfc can we manage expectations & assume competence hes disabled hes not a superhero but hes also not USELESS#plus even though hes literally had a major seizure everytime hes come to school w/ his nonregular nurse his family decided to send him in#today with a new nurse LUCKILY no seizures today & the school nurse is also teaching me his action plan & how to use the gbutton so i can#do the job of the nurse if need be. Which honestly i do need to cuz his regular nurse is. BAD at her job#like complains to me about documenting incidents bad. Gets upset with me for tracking the bathroom habits cuz it looks like were not doing#the job. which. BITCH I NEED 2 PEOPLE TO LIFT HIM HES 16 AND YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME WHEN IT COMES TO THE SCHEDULE YOU 'KNOW BETTER' AND#REFUSE TO. YOU ARENT DOING THE JOB. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN#and she may or may not take vitals at home but she sure as shit never does at school even tho apparently shes supposed to
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last rb
#first of all FUCK the new update for the movijf of the tag button i will Kill You Staff.#anyway.#word for word we had that exact exchange in a fight once#Fuck.#anyway !!!!! rewatching day6 and i need to book a dentist appt but i am: deadbroke so rip the pain in my tooth#i had bulimia for 6yrs had Perfect Teeth furing s time where my tedth SHOULDVE been fucked Up#and everytime i went to the dentist or ortho they never said anytging and said i had Amazing Teeth#but now.i have TOOTH PAIN#anf i gotta get it fixed bc my parsnts did not pay $5k for me to get perfect teeth for me to Throw that away x#but i am So fucking Broke and i refuse to ask my mother abt the health care plan that i probably do have#bc i rdfuse to talk to her and id rsther pay out of pocket#even tho ik itll probably cost like . $300 min#i mesn its nothing Major so it shouldnt. be too exprnsive but . i dont wanna take that risk lol
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Lucid Dream
IZ Days of Christmas 2023: Day 7 - Kim Minju
IZ*ONE's Kim Minju x Male Reader Smut
8,525 words
Categories | married man!You, wife!Wonyoung, daddy kink, degradation, rough sex, OC is not a good person
Content warning | cheating, humiliation, Wonyoung slander (it hurt to write but I read "Gone Girl" by Gillian Flynn recently so I guess that went into the whole wife-hating thing)
Skipping again a bit (still will do Chaeyeon and Chaewon and everyone because IZ*ONE best girls). Expect a commission and an IZ Days of Xmas fics this month again <3 I love you all, you make me happy. And as always, sorry for the inconsistency!
Wonyoung is beautiful.
You stare at her as she undresses in front of the full-length mirror. She’s the kind of woman whose vanity seldom rolls eyes because her adoration for herself—smoothing down her dark hair, strictly adhering herself to that keto diet, doing her skincare with the dedication of one who prays nightly to god (pick any)—is wholly justifiable. Look at her. Anyone would understand.
The dress she wore for her hosting show slips off her body. Her abs reflect in the mirror, the result of hard work in the gym. Wonyoung’s waist is impeccable. Magazines have written over and over tips to attain it but it seems that the signature Bratz doll feature can only belong to Wonyoung. The makeup was cleaned up by her stylist but her eyes still shine, her lashes are still long, and her lips are still plump.
Wonyoung is standing there in nothing but her underwear, an attractive set of lace.
Wonyoung is the perfect female form, a goddess from above choosing a man from below.
Wonyoung is beautiful, a feat that no matter how amazing besides true, she remains the same old fucking bore.
“Did you like my MCing, babe?” she asks.
“Uh-huh.”
Her legs, long and thin, move in planned strides down the room. To the bed. You know where this is going.
Your feet are killing you. Recline, welcoming yourself into the softness of the expensive mattress and pillows your wife paid for all in all. “Wonyoung, I’m tired.”
She’s a celebrity. Of course, endless days filled to the edge with schedules chase after her. She ought to understand. The nights are her only rest hours, yet with this energy, it’s like Jang Wonyoung never gets exhausted. Always bubbly, always sweet, always so seductive.
All these are positive traits that any other man would adore and own had you not married her.
Wonyoung makes an adorable sigh. “But you say that everytime,” she replies sullenly.
She’s pushing her lips out into this cute pout while her brown puppy eyes beg you to give in like you used to. Once upon a time, you were putty around Wonyoung. Never could give an answer without your voice shaking. Never could come near her without blushing.
She’s the prettiest woman in the world.
You’re the most awful, undeserving man in the world, for all you could think, as you look at her, is: Fucking bitch.
“Well, maybe it’s because I’m always tired.”
“How about,” she puts a finger on her chin, “I do the job for you?”
Her knees are bruised. You notice this when she drops to them so she could pull your pants to the ground. So she’s been doing this for so long? Lowering herself for you? Sucking you off? You thought that she’d get the hint by now: you don’t want to have sex with her.
So instead, she uses her mouth. Better than her pussy anyway. What are you saying? She’s a tight woman. But it’s the same thing everyday: she gets on your cock and you hear her annoying voice straining as she rides you. Her cunt, soaked and useless, makes you want to call her its name. She’s always needy. It isn’t flattering when you don’t reciprocate it.
It’s a goddamned chore. Wonyoung’s throat welcomes you. The other way around, actually: your cock welcomes a claustrophobically closed passageway and has to deal with it until you cum. It’s an unwanted visitor. She rang the bell, said hi, and you let her in. Doesn’t mean you like her there.
“Doing so good, baby,” you say. Oh, yeah, doesn’t mean you mean it either—although you do feel Wonyoung smile happily. She’s happy when she makes you happy. When she makes you give her the illusion that you have any happiness in this worn-out marriage.
Her lips seal around you. You can feel them suckling. Your knees are tense. The moans are forced, though. Hearing them come out from your own mouth makes you want to place a pillow over your face and press it down as hard as you can.
She slides you down her throat. Admittedly, you love the way she chokes. Her eyes get all watery, like she’s crying from pain. That sounds appealing.
You’re a critically messed up man, you know. But they’re what make the world go ‘round. Why do you think they write romance books about them—the bad boy, the mafia boss, the killer? Plus, one of those “terrible” people inspires the biggest Korean celebrity to continue hosting, dancing, and singing. So who’s so terrible now?
To conclude, if anything, you’re the one responsible for Wonyoung’s success.
To conclude, you groan as desperately as you can then release in her mouth. Wonyoung gags. Another pretty sound. Her eyes look up while she attempts to swallow. Saliva sticks to her chin. Semen floods up to the roof of her mouth. It reminds you of how it ends up there more often than in her womb.
You would’ve made beautiful children with Wonyoung in another world where she wasn’t famous and you actually loved her. You would have been a softer, kinder man. She would have been a person who’s easier to love and make love with.
“Wonyoung, Wonyoung, that… was incredible.”
If you weren’t a director, you’d be the one on camera. You’re a great actor when it comes to your wife. Your incompetence in the house is masked by husbandly exhaustion; an artificial gaze of attentiveness hides your indifference to conversation.
She smiles coquettishly. “I try.”
The wide closet parts. She chooses a pair of silk pajamas that hang around her thin frame. She climbs onto the bed and wraps an arm around you. Her skin is always cold to the touch. Like she’s dead or something. How interesting.
You stroke her hair. “I’d return the favor but… I’m actually gonna pass out. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.” She kisses your forehead. Wonyoung’s a sweet girl. “Good night.”
You smile. Say it back. Her eyelids flutter closed. Her palms are flat against each other and are placed under her cheek. Cute, you guess. She sleeps.
You don’t.
You should have—nothing good ever happens after midnight.
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2:05 a.m., more specifically.
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Amazing how time slips through your grasp like air. You reach and reach, desperate for a return, desperate for a flash to the past. As always, your efforts aren’t fruitful. The seconds pour through the pinched waist of the hourglass and you can’t stand it on its other head. You’re unable to revert back to the moment you took your arm from underneath your wife’s skull. The moment you opened your phone. If you hadn’t, maybe things would have been different.
But it’s past two, and you’re resting your back on the pillowy headboard with your phone in your hands. The circumstances just play right into danger: Wonyoung’s asleep, the night is eerily quiet, and the screen is there, awaiting the secret routine. Which girls would you cum for today? Why aren’t your thumbs clicking over censored sites?
Your feed shows a naked woman, her eyes staring up and her mouth wide. Scroll past that—you prefer the amateur videos, where the expressions balance between exaggerated and naturally provoked. A ton of videos could help in the bathroom where you take your nightly “shower,” and it’s not one of those.
Maybe you need the real thing.
Look at Wonyoung. Perhaps you should have let her ride you just so you could cum in a warm pussy again. After all, it’s the least you could do when you were once a fan of her. That’s how everyone starts: puppy-like adoration. But she doesn’t have the star quality she once did onstage; the coy thoughtful princess you envisioned her as. That’s why you haven’t fucked her in weeks.
You’re about to wrap your hand around your cock and ready yourself for another night of conflicted pleasure. This video is perfect for that already. You could jerk yourself off then get a good night’s sleep. Simple. This is the safest option for a dangerous want. By just watching, you’re not cheating on your wife. It’s just porn. Jerk off, cum, cum again probably, then sleep. Nobody gets hurt.
“Fuck me… please,” whimpers the woman in the video. Her legs are spread open. Her partner’s swiping his cock at her lips while she looks at him with equal hunger, equal desire. “I can’t take it anymore.”
Then, a text message notifies you, peeking from the top of your screen. It dares you to click it.
And it says the exact same thing.
fuck me please, i cant take it anymore.
i miss you
You look around, like you’re afraid someone might see it. There’s only the dimness of your bedroom that greets you. It’s safe, but this message isn’t.
The number is familiar. Has one of your friends gone crazy? Or did they send a text to the wrong person? Take it for spam, a perfectly coincidental one, or a scam, a typical, preying-on-the-married, pwning message.
But why would a contact spam you at a time so strangely perfect?
Don’t bother. Your fist works on your dick as you watch the video. The woman’s so wet that although she isn’t squirting, her juices start to stick to the man’s thighs. Her mouth is wide open as he finally pounds her.
What you’d give to have good sex like that again.
XXX-XXX-XXX sent a video message.
Fine. Click it, you’re curious.
Oh, so apparently, the answer is your marriage.
The video shows a face that’s more intimate than familiar. The ebony-black hair already tells you who she is, as does her body. Her form is encased in a floral tank top and nothing else. Although her chest is covered, she’s still a little daring with how her nipples stamp the fabric. She turns herself around to let you admire the curve of her wide hips and her round butt.
There’s only one woman with a body so perfect. And she’s the one and only Kim Minju.
There are reasons for everything. This is yours for why you didn’t give this number a name:
No one needs to know just from a text that you cheated on Jang Wonyoung.
That was so long ago, back when you were still boyfriend and girlfriend. You were drunk and missed Wonyoung’s old self. Why did she have to be such a bitch? Why did she dedicate herself to work and leave you dry? It’s not like the industry would go bankrupt without her. Minju came over, listened to your complaints—every little whine about Wonyoung being busy, every little jab at her workaholic character—then said something along the lines of, why don’t you have a little fun while she’s away.
And you thought… yeah, that was a really great idea.
That was the beginning of the end. After multiple secret meet-ups and raunchy sex in alleyways, you didn’t contact Minju again. You forgot her. You thought she did, too. She should have understood that your infidelity, albeit alluring, would be a thing of the past.
But here she is, in your messages, with a pornographic clip of herself in a round-cornered bubble. She’s waiting for a reply.
Although you’ve long lost your aspirations to be a better husband, you type what a good man should. This man is proper, faithful, and loving. He loves his wife only and the only other people he loves with this deep of a bond is his family.
Stop texting me or I’ll block you.
It’s not enough. You’re not a good man. You aren’t proper or faithful or loving or any of that shit. You were about to masturbate to an internet celebrity after turning down sex with your wife. What about that makes you a good person?
:( you miss me sooooo bad it’s pathetic, Minju replies.
You look at her again. You may not be able to turn back time with your metaphorical hourglass, but you can turn this hourglass body into any position you want. You could push her against a window for all to see, perhaps fuck her to the floor, or slam her on a desk like a teacher would to a test paper. Minju would let you do anything to her.
Stop it.
She really has to. As much as you dislike Wonyoung, she’s your wife, and you vowed on your wedding day to only have eyes for her.
But you’re only one man against a body like Minju’s that curves in every right place.
Three circles float up and down in a contained bubble before she texts you back:
alright…what a pity :( i’m already outside!! i guess ill have to go back…
You’ve never bolted out of bed so fast.
You look back at Wonyoung as you stand in the doorway. She’s still in deep slumber. Now, are the curtains closed? The entrances locked? Scan the house thoroughly, until you inch your way to the front door.
Hesitate. You didn’t know you had a conscience but here it is. It tells you to wonder if Minju really is behind it, like she said. She knows how to use the privilege of being Wonyoung’s close friend. That’s how she came to your house like she used to with no worry for paparazzi or suspicion. Best friends don’t fuck their best friends’ husbands, right?
Open the door. This one did.
Minju grew more beautiful in her absence. Her hair is silkier this time and her shy smile is brighter. The long coat is smoothed by her fingers, and you wish you could be the brown piece of fabric her pale hands run down. What makes you guilty for thinking it, even when you’ve done it, is the fact that she looks so innocent. It’s like it would be a crime to even buy her a drink.
How could she be innocent with that photo she sent? The time you spent together: you folding her over a table and promising to fill her up? Fucking her while Wonyoung is busy and counting on you to welcome her home? Sending nudes like there’s no tomorrow? Nothing about Minju is pure, yet she acts like she could do no wrong.
“Minju,” you say. Your voice sounds fragile. She has a way of breaking you befote you’re breaking her into breaking another bed.
She blinks theatrically. Everything she does is angelic. “Glad you opened the door.”
The knob is cold in your fist. It chills your animalistic brain and urges you to consider the consequences. Right, it says, here’s what a human—a good one—would think. If Wonyoung wakes and sees you with Minju, she’d have a lot of questions. If paparazzi are somehow hiding in the forest that extends to acres before your house, everyone would know you’re cheating on her. Most of all, you’re married, monogamy and everything.
So what will it be? This is your last and only chance to send her away.
You know what you have to do. Take a few breaths. “You have to leave. I’m not joking, it isn’t right.”
In response, Minju unravels the ribbon of the layers sealed around her waist. It falls apart. You do, too.
She’s a real danger. As it turns out, the girl isn’t wearing anything underneath that trench coat. She’s an artist’s naked muse—bare long legs, wide hips, and a sizable bust that has sculptors carving something else.
The cold hardens her pink nipples. You notice how her breasts are much bigger than your wife’s. How her hips are more tempting to grab, so you do. How her body is meatier, a lot more enticing that you wouldn’t refuse a day without touching it.
Minju fuels your infidelity, and you won’t stop for it if it kills you.
She simpers, fingers curling into your work shirt. “Still wanna make me leave,” she asks, “when you can breed me all night long?”
You laugh, huffing it out as you pull her inside and close the door behind her. Minju looks gorgeous pressed to it. She looks gorgeous in whatever situation, actually. Her thighs squish against the carved design and look thicker as a result. More reasons to dive into that shaven cunt and abuse it.
“You’re not leaving until we make a fucking mess, Minju.” You take your shirt off. Throw it on the ground. “And we better make it quick.”
“Of course.” She nods. She’s slyer than a fox, but she submits to you without a second thought.
You lean in to kiss her. The heat is unbearable. You can feel it from Minju’s body transferring to yours. It’s the effect of her natural skills as your personal slut: trying to fit her tongue deeper in your mouth while you pull her close like she’d dare to run away.
You haven’t gotten this hard for anyone else. It’s always been Minju you fall for. You miss the way she kisses, the way she roams her hands all over your torso, the way she’s goddamned insatiable. Feeling it all now in one, heated moment makes you dizzy. You’re taking in too much of her, but without her, you’d go thirsty again.
Your fingers are in her hair; hers are on your waist. Your teeth are clamped down on Minju’s bottom lip; hers are apart and allow soft moans to pass through—one, two, three. You fit each other in so many wicked ways. They did say misery loves company.
Open your eyes. The dream doesn’t stop. Minju’s still pushing her mouth in your face and you’re letting her. You don’t know if you ought to be relieved or downright horrified. You’re cheating on Wonyoung again with a woman whose body is just a bit nicer. You should be furious at yourself. You aren’t.
You’ve made out with each other on the way to the dining room. You and your wife worked hard for its designed walls and sturdy, well-furnished ornaments. A lot of money was raked out to make this house the best place to call home. So, why do you want to ruin it?
Well, because of her.
Minju leans on the dining table with a funny smile on her face. “She really doesn’t do it for you, huh?” she asks.
It makes you wince how you know who she’s talking about. Who else is she referring to other than poor Wonyoung? Poor, skinny, ugly Wonyoung?
Nibble at her earlobe. Hear little gasps come out of her. “Don’t talk about her,” you say.
You don’t want to have any afterthoughts about fucking Minju. Besides, being reminded that you’re disloyal to a woman who loves you very much is painful, even to a man like you.
Wonyoung is an angel. Minju isn’t—but you run after her to darkness.
“Ohh, come on, I know I’m better than her.” Minju squirms with erotic moans. Your kisses are going south, and she loves their little detour. “You don’t fuck her like you fuck me.”
When was the last time you worshiped Wonyoung? Like what you’re doing to Minju now? Your lips haven’t passed over it in ages that you probably wouldn’t know where the bigs and smalls of her body are. Like there’s anything to know.
“Actually,” you snort, “I don’t fuck her at all.”
You stop chuckling. That was the wrong thing to say. That was the wrongest thing to say out of the millions of other cocky phrases you could’ve thrown to Minju. The look on her face, the one that’s of pride and submission and dangerous knowledge united, tells you to watch your mouth.
You’re five seconds minimum too late to listen.
Minju grins. There’s the answer she wanted. “That’s how it is? Just looking at a girl and thinking you wanna stamp a divorce approval on her forehead? Jesus. This is why I never got married.”
“First off, nobody put a ring on you because you’re a slut, Minju.”
“That’s only the third reason.” Her fingers drape the sides of your face and tugs you in. You’re invited to the sight of her infallible tits. “These are the first two.”
The girl isn’t as busty as that woman Wonyoung likes to call her industry mom, but you bet they’re better. No, it’s a matter of truth. Minju’s boobs aren’t too big or too small; just the perfect, filling size to hold onto when you’re railing her from behind.
You choose to suck on them for now. It’s like a trip down memory lane when you kiss down her neck and collarbone. You remember how good her smooth, soft skin feels beneath you, how her moans are a favorite tune. Minju bites her lip while you do so to her shoulder.
It’s crazy to think that she just so happened to be born with this. She was born to be a pretty face with a sex-defined body that you pull and push and pry apart. Best thing is, she’ll lay back down and beg for more. It’s like she knows her purpose, which would’ve shot down her dignity and humanity.
Her nipple pops in your mouth. Your sucking guarantees its hardness, and Minju starts whining. She arcs her body, wanting something rougher. Thus, you seize the span of her hip to rub her pearl with fierce speed.
“Oh, fuck, god—” What others might take for blasphemy, you take for praise. Minju’s already soaking wet. She would have had embarrassing laundry to do if she wore panties. Maybe it’s a good thing she arrived wearing nothing.
She’s still so sensitive. You caress her clit after a few kisses down her midriff. She fidgets needily like you aren’t already touching her. You’re nearly right—this touch is nothing when she needs something harsher. That something involves you treating her less than a human being, putting her down and tearing at her hair.
“Please just fuck me,” she whispers. “Breed me, breed me, breed me—”
Yeah, that’s what she wants.
You don’t need further motivation, not when you’re presented with the prettiest pussy you’ve ever seen. Her fat lips are soaked. They frame the clitoris you’ve been stimulating that shines with slick. Then there’s the tiniest hole below it that begs to be used.
Your digits shove past all tightness. Her wetness allows a deeper exploration, so you curl your digits like you’re beckoning the orgasm forward. You know how easily you can get it out of her. All it needs to get Minju cumming around you is a slap, roughness, and giving her what she wants anyway. You know your methods, she knows hers. It’s a recognizable cycle that despite this, you can’t break.
Part your fingers widely to spread her. She’s so wet that she soaks your knuckles. There’s an ocean inside her waiting to be waved to shore. A storm, too, brews from the base of her throat as Minju whimpers. Her body lifts off the table but you force her down on it. She isn’t going anywhere, not without a fight.
Oh, and fight she does. She was an idol before an actress, so her muscles still memorize the circling motions that repeat on your fingers rather than move onstage. She sang once. That was a long time ago yet her voice sounds perfect as it strains her moans. Every little thing she does is a reflection of her past.
That’s why when she leans back, pupils dilating north, and says “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” you get deja vu.
Your palm hits her clit, adding impact to your strokes. “There you go, little slut,” you snarl. “Are you happy now? Maybe even a little grateful?”
If Minju’s ass isn’t pressed down on the glass mantling your dining table, it hovers so her pink little hole receives you better. It’s not without the help of her weak hands clinging to the table for dear life, but she seems to be losing her balance. Her hips are shuddering. Her beautiful face is squeezed up into a blissful wince. Her breaths are becoming blunt little gasps that say none of the gratitude you want to hear.
You slap her boob. Red blooms from her pale skin that deepens when another impacts her bosom. The recoil dizzies you. If anyone’s getting the impression that you’ll slap her bouncy tits until you hear a proper word of thanks, they’d be right. First impressions are right just for once.
“T-thank you—” Her voice cracks, breaking like her. “Fuck, shit, thank you, thank you.”
Squeeze her cruelly and pull on the perky nipple. Your thrusts become mindlessly paced. Your hand returns to your cock while the other ruins her pussy. The pleasure is telepathic. It’s connecting you; her screams and squirms make you do the same. The electricity firing up in your veins is a shared network. When you point your fingers to her spot, she arcs her back in the same direction. How beautifully fucked up is that?
“That’s not enough. You didn’t come here for nothing. What do you want, Minju?”
Minju babbles. You got your gratitude but not a proper answer. To be fair, she can’t speak when you’re fucking her like it’s your dick inside her, and when your lips are all over her collarbone.
“And you better keep quiet,” you add, curling your thrusts, “or Wonyoung‘s gonna hear. Do you really want her to know her precious friend is a big slut?”
However, despite the rumors she starts, Minju could be a very good girl when needed.
“Need you to make me cum,” she whispers. Her midriff is fluid as water with the way it rolls, showing off the hourglass shape of her waist and a soft tummy. “Do everything to me you can’t with Wonyoung. P-please, I can’t take it.”
Even if she can’t (wrong by the way), you’ll make her. She asked for it. She walked up to your house with a purpose: to be used, to be treated like less of a human being. So it’s understandable that you slam her down the table and seal a hand around her neck.
She’s so light that the forceful push doesn’t break the fragile glass. But there’s something of hers instead that’s going to be broken.
“Oh fuck! It’s so–” Minju’s eyes roll back. “Ohh… oh!”
Little sparks of wetness shoot in the air. Your pace turns merciless. With just three fingers, you puppet her body. Strings are pulled—her arms raise and her long legs strain to pull you in. You push and she keens, you pull and she yells. You’re making her desecrate the place with her water.
“C-can’t breathe.” A squeeze of her beautiful features—eyelids wrinkling, mouth parting, cheeks filling with scarlet—occurs before she squirts again. She whimpers pathetically, sounding so pitiful you want to laugh. “Ah, fuck, daddy—”
Something stirs inside you. When men hear that name, it ought to feel purely platonic and familial. They’d hear it from their daughter and feel compelled to protect them from men who’d do to them what you do to Minju. But you much prefer hearing that two-syllable word when it comes from a naked woman squirting all over the floor, from whom once you register it, you’re urged to pin her down, tie her down, hold her down.
Ironically, you release her. That isn’t because it’s over though. “On your knees. Follow me.”
Minju releases a gasp, grateful for the oxygen. The color returns to her face yet she barely has the energy to get off the table. You’re a generous man, and hey, it still counts as helping. So you yank her hair and force her on the ground. She fucking moans, a feat deserving of a healthy spank to her ass.
You walk to the living room. She follows you withher hands and knees bearing the cold tiles. You lead her to the place where you spend your time watching movies, rehearsing, and hanging out with Wonyoung if she’s ever home.
Speaking of, glance at the door of your bedroom. It’s still closed. It’ll stay that way.
Look down after wondering why Minju’s noisier. She’s playing with herself on the floor with no care for the cold chill of the tiles or the little dirt wedged between them. She lightly rubs her abused clit, quivering at the contact. You expect that from her—she’s corrupted, an irredeemable cause. She’ll get herself off anytime anywhere.
But what’s unexpected is what those watery eyes are focused on: you, in a framed picture on the wall. You look younger, happier. You’re in formal garments standing next to Wonyoung in a church.
It was you on your wedding day.
You spit on Minju. “Filthy cumslut.”
The drool slides down her cheek like a tear. She darts her tongue out and licks it. One could’ve thought it was candy considering the lift of a smile.
“I’m sorry, daddy,” she says resolutely. Her fingers still toy with her entrance. They won’t serve her well when there’s a bigger, better thing behind your pants to do it for her.
Your pants are already off. “Get up. Get the fuck up,” you command, but you do it for her.
You grab her neck and force her up. The look on her face is addicting, the way the shock turns into carnal need, the way she bites her lip. You press her to the wall, right under the framed wedding pictures, and finally plunge yourself inside her.
“Oh, oh, oh!”
What did Minju do to get this tight? Her walls are squeezed closer around you than you remember. They’re still wet from her squirting, easing your burden of fighting against the tautness of her core.
Her groans are pitched just like how you pitch yourself in her and make her fight for it. She tries everything: gathering the strength she has to push her ass into your crotch, rolling her body, looking back to watch your cock disappear between her lips.
“So big, daddy!” she cries. With a lick of her lips, she turns to face you. “Mmm, d-do you ever get this massive when you’re fucking Wonyoung?”
That seals it. There’s no restraint in using her body. Her plump ass leading to her toned back is a temptation by itself. You’d burst all over it (maybe in it) if you weren’t already firm in breeding her. But dear god—it rises and descends into your angled pumps so effortlessly that you aren’t afraid to spank it like you’re angry at her.
“Keep your whore mouth shut.”
Spank after spank you bestow and you realize, oh, you and Minju are really made for each other. The more her ass reddens, the more hot pain sparks on your palm. She throws herself back hard, you piston her harder.
Your puzzle pieces stick together so perfectly that it’s a shame you didn’t meet under different circumstances. She could’ve been an adorable girl next door and you could have been a guy looking to slip her a love letter. She would’ve been your loving girlfriend, a beautiful wife, someone you’d actually enjoy touching, so different from the woman asleep in the bed upstairs.
But that’s never happening. Minju’s a slut through and through, and she’ll forever be a sin you won’t go to confessions for. She was made to be fucked then discarded of when she’s no longer of use. You see it in the way she’s in a mantra of craziness, the way she yells, the way she looks back at you like she’s daring you to hurt her.
You choose the dare rather than to tell her the truth. You curl her hair into a fist and pull her into you.
“God, I’m so close.” Minju’s trembling body grows warmer in your touch. “I’m gonna cum all over your big gorgeous cock. I can’t hold out longer, daddy.”
Your teeth dig into her earlobe. You could make her bleed and she’d still find a way to make the pain heavenly. “I thought I told you to be quiet. Is Wonyoung waking up and ending your life worth it for this?”
“What if I say yes?”
“Fuck.”
“Wouldn’t that be nice, making her see you’d give her away to get a night with me? You’ll give up all this stupid shit t-to be my daddy. Because Wonyoung’s just sooo worthless, isn’t she?”
Savage her cunt and shove your fingers down her mouth just so she could shut up. You love this. Minju’s always so ready for you.
No, actually—now that you think about it, you hate it. You hate how she’s curvier than your wife, how she’s more alluring than she could ever be, how she moans despite the blockage in her throat. Everything about her is so sexy that the sound of her choking up spit makes you throb.
This is the wrong time to have a conscience. You’ve already split her apart. You’ve already got your fingers in her hair that pull hard to the point that damage is highly likely. You’ve already—
—got Minju screaming, biting down on your skin as her legs spread. What a strange thing to have as a natural reflex. That’s all she knows to do: spread her legs, hope her innocent face attracts a guy into her home and his dick into her pussy. Her skin, white as snow, has become impure with red blemishes. You see her purple-bruised neck flex when she yells into your hand.
“Daddy! Daddy!” Minju yells. Her fingernails leave fine scratches on the wall. “Fuck, I’m squirting so much I don’t know what to do—oh fuck!”
You bump the manic girl up on your knee before spreading her legs. A godless squirt of her juices hits Wonyoung’s face, the savior being the glass protecting the picture. Others bless their homes with water blessed by esteemed priests; you like to stand out. Choose to have Minju’s unholy juice flood the photo you once held dear.
Did something possess you? An evil spirit, a god of fertility? All are clichés but you can’t help but think so when you notice how fast you’re pumping Minju. It’s like greed’s finally reigned you. It’s difficult to resist. Minju just wrings your cock perfectly dry with her tight cunt, keeps you speedy with her desperate moans. You’re vandalizing her with your climax and she doesn’t want to be clean ever again.
“You think you’re special, Minju?” You press her to the ruined picture. Her side profile mashes on the glass. “You’re nothing, only a useless hole, just like that bitch. Now clean it up.”
Her eyes light up in shock. Excitement? “What?”
You pull her head back in order to have her full lips pressed against Wonyoung’s face. The clear squirt is still dripping from it. Minju’s face is red, and although your cock left her moments ago, she insists on tensing like it’s there. Is that how she lives? Her way of bonding is riding on the high she got the night before and the night before that. She always has sex in her mind that thoughts of it occur to her as they would to an animal.
That’s right; she’s an animal. Perhaps even a dog would have more self-control than her, ironically.
“Lick your mess,” you command. “Now.”
Minju whimpers. You bury your fingernails in her scalp until she loses her fake hesitance. Her tongue glides on Wonyoung’s face and relieves her of the mess. Her lips part and close, taking in her own taste.
She looks like she’s making out with your wife. Her pretty face smudges the other pretty face in the picture and it’s so much hotter than it’s got the permit to be. Wonder how it’ll look if she’s actually kissing the real Wonyoung—picture them with their legs locked together and tongues coming out to play—and you’re hard enough for another round.
“That’s right. You want to be Wonyoung so bad? You want to be the one I drive into the bed everyday? So fucking make out with her.”
“Y-yes, daddy. Oh.” Minju’s moans fog the glass. “I taste delicious.”
It’s probably a hygienically reprehensible thing to do. But her mouth is dirtier than the picture anyway. You force her lips deeper into it until you pull her away, satisfied.
Not quite.
Rub her clit a few more times. Hose her squirt all over the floor. You’ll have a mess to clean up. Oh, there’s all the evidence: her squirt on the floor, her lipstick in the shape of a languid kiss on the picture frame, the mess she made in the dining table where you ate her rather than your food.
But it’s all worth it. An evil idea plants and sprouts in your mind. “Bedroom.”
Minju pants. Her hands are flat on the wall. She turns to you, saliva and lipstick smeared on her chin, and asks, “W-which one?”
“You know exactly where.”
Her wide eyes tell you wordlessly that she got the point. She’s well aware of what room you want to use her body next. It’s not even supposed to be a question given the ways and moments you fucked her there.
“But daddy—if, if she hears us?”
You grin. “Then you’ll have to be pretty fucking quiet.”
The best thing about Minju besides her body is her passiveness. She may act up sometimes but she still needs your cock, and she’ll do anything to get it. So when she hangs her head to hide her smile, you spank her. It speeds her steps to the staircase. Continue doing so all the way.
It’s funny how she struggles to even lift a foot. Streams of your cum and hers slide down her legs, staining the carpet. You’ll have to wash that out, too. If you have the maid do it, she’s likely to put two and two together.
Even from the back, Minju’s body is beautiful. Her reddened ass twists from side to side and brings attention to her wide hips. The deep line on her spine is a path you trace your fingertips on. She quivers.
“Daddy,” she whines.
Hit her butt. Let it fill your palm. “Keep on walking.”
It’s borderline dehumanizing. You’re treating her with a ferociousness a woman like her should never have to go through. The eyes of the painted men and women on your walls lock on her. It’s like their hard stares are real. Minju bears the blows to her cheeks during her walk of humiliation up the stairs. Tiny yelps are caused by each one. It’s in her to be quiet now that Wonyoung is quite near, although not as close as she is to another heavy orgasm.
You slap her pussy, making her shake, then lead the juices mingling in it up to her asshole. She chews on the inside of her cheek to hide her moan. She reaches the last step with a huge sigh of relief.
The finality of the torture doesn’t last long. Fuck, it doesn’t even exist. You collect the semen and wetness from her legs, then drag it right back to her pussy.
You shove your fingers deep in her cave. There. Now your cum stays inside her. After that, it’ll drip all the way to her womb. She screams through pursed lips.
Push her hard against your bedroom door. Her stomach’s flatness goes up to the point that it’s the only thing engendered into the wood. Minju’s tiny gasp is already loud for you. Her beautiful side profile is mashed deep into the solid barrier between the two women.
Minju whimpers. Is she scared or heavily turned on? The thing with her is she likes both. So, yeah—she’s wet at the thought of being caught with you, being fucked within a distance of your wife wherein she could finally pin down your infidelity.
The little angel closes her eyes when your words hover near her prone ear. “Shut up,” you warn, “unless you want to lose your career. Or this dick.”
You slip your shaft between Minju’s shapely thighs. A friction is nurtured and grown into rough, pant-accompanied humping that leaves both of you breathless. Her pussy lips splay warmly on you and you’re allowed to rub yourself on her clit.
Minju tenses up. Her breaths are kept to a hummed volume yet their huskiness gets you to fuck her legs faster. The core between them is so warm and you haven’t even welcomed yourself in it again.
You carefully open the door. You don’t know what you’re expecting: Wonyoung crying with her face in her knees? An anger you never knew she could have? But what shows calms you. There’s your wife who remains asleep on the bed. From the soft snores, it’s easy to tell she’s deep in a dream.
“Wonyoung’s so pretty, daddy,” whispers Minju. You push her to the footboard where she holds on tight. “Do you think she’ll want to join if she wakes up? Or she’ll leave you for me?”
“Are you sure you want to act like that?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “Depends on what you’re gonna do to me.”
Everything. You’re planning on doing everything to her.
Push her to the small pole of the wood. You’re forced to shove your fingers in her mouth again to keep her from yelling. The contact it makes to her clit is already overwhelming. But she’s all for overwhelming—she wants the kind of sex that leaves her beaten and bruised, the kind that leaves her sore and not knowing if she should tell you to keep going or halt.
You know what she’d choose.
Minju grinds on the pole. She’s dancing her hips again. Somehow, things of the past don’t leave her. Her idol days still leave an impact on her. The guy she made cheat on his wife a long time ago returned to her life to cheat again.
No, you’ve never been one for sentimentality, but things have somehow stayed the same. The slut that is Minju today was a slut all those years ago, too.
Grab her hips and force her to hump the ball of the pole. She soaks it instantly. Minju is corrupted to no hope of return. There’s your cum, leaking from her pussy and to the bedsheets. Her juices wet the pole and increase the creaking noises that would wake Wonyoung up if not for whatever dream she’s having.
“Oh, daddy! Oh, daaaddy—” she stammers, words bitten and broken in the major need to be quiet. “Just… fuck me. Please?”
“As long as you—”
“Be a good quiet girl, yes. I’ll do anything, daddy. Anything for this cock.”
She kneels down. Her tender mouth seals around your left testicle. You nearly shout right there and then. Minju’s running her lips on the underside of your swelling dick. She feels so good, and she is so good. She has all the tips and tricks to keep you hard memorized, if her brain wasn’t too full of other dirty thoughts.
The rasp in your throat materializes and makes her squirm her legs together. She puckers her lips then slips your cock through their joined entrance. Her almond eyes look wider tonight. Your tip pokes the back of her throat. She lets it rub there for now. You find pleasure in the texture that makes you leak. No, you can’t cum. Not yet.
Take a last look at Wonyoung before diving your rod to the depths of Minju’s throat.
It’s funny that the girl still has a gag reflex. Sucking dick is second nature to her. So is getting throatfucked. The walls of her oral hole flex to keep you in. She makes sharp inhalations only to take in the musky scent you thrust on her. In her?
Choking comes after. The orifice grows tighter which makes you fuck it harder. Saliva’s slick liquid state sheens your erection. Minju’s lost her breath a long time ago but she’s lost more than that now. The regular beat of her heart is gone. You can’t search her face for any color other than the palest white.
“You have to stop gagging, Minju,” you say. Don’t help her though; keep ruining that throat. “Maybe you really do wanna get caught. Makes you really wet, doesn’t it?”
She nods. Your hard tip bobs in her mouth as she does. Her pretty eyes, with their long lashes and big pupils that always seem to gleam with innocence, fill with watery tears.
“How cute.” You’re surprised that her hair is intact to her scalp after you pull it back. “But I make the rules around here. And I need you to seal that mouth shut and use it for good.”
There’s a possibility that, like Minju, you’re a dancer as well. But the upward grind of your body has no grace in it. It’s a rough, punked up beat that renders the girl humming and screaming. This roughness is nowhere close to natural.
You dip your cock in her just to see how far you could go, how far is needed to keep her quiet. Feed her more than she could suck. Every sensitive spot of yours is on fire thanks to Minju’s dutiful tongue and hard sucking. Your sack slaps her chin so hard it’s surprising it doesn’t hurt.
But, like you iterated, Minju isn’t normal. She takes the pain for pleasure and doesn’t give a damn if she gets wounded because of it.
The tears finally fall from her eyes.
The lines blur. Who is she—the woman asleep on your bed or the woman you fucked to be disloyal to her? Minju’s beautiful; so is Wonyoung. Jang Wonyoung is beautiful but there’s a category of beauty wherein the girl you’re destroying right now falls in. That’s the section for women who look pretty when they cry, who’ve accepted they’re as fucked up as whoever finds them and takes them in for who they are.
Your wife is pretty. You guess. But Minju is a beauty who lets you do everything to her, and that makes her a little bit more important.
Defile, defile, defile. Wonyoung wouldn’t let you get cum in her hair—(”I have a photoshoot, babe, you can’t!”). Semen sticks to Minju’s locks right now. Wonyoung wouldn’t let you be this rough with her—(“And what if they see? I shouldn’t look dirty to the fans.”) Minju is sitting there taking it like she’s just a cum dump. Wonyoung wouldn’t let you tear off her clothes because “they’re couture so it’s not really mine.” The coat Minju wore coming here lies discarded on the first floor.
Wonyoung doesn’t let anyone defile her. It’s her most fatal flaw. It’s the flaw that makes her husband see all the tiny imperfections she doesn’t allow the camera to see and chase highs in another woman’s throat.
So when Minju cries, gags, chokes—you realize it’s all so simple.
Slip out of her. The delusions clouding your head make you steal a look at the bed. Oh, now it’s unbelievable. Wonyoung is still asleep.
Not that it’s any inconvenience to you.
You prop Minju up to the vanity table. The counter carries the heave of her small chest. She can barely lift her head up. It makes her carry a look of humiliation that’s not at all true. She’s the most shameless woman you’ve ever met.
“Daddy… daddy…”
Twist her chin so she can look at herself in the mirror. Her body is amazing despite the handprints and bruises peppered on her stomach, butt, and neck. She flusters but your finger presses on her lips before she can look away.
“Not a single sound,” you remind her.
She nods. Good girl.
Minju’s a capable girl. Well, mostly. She offers those amazing dicksucking lips, shapely curves, and sometimes, her ass for ruining its own tightness. But nothing beats the feeling of her cunt. It’s all the right things: wet, tight, and perfectly quivering as they wrap around your shaft.
Minju closes her eyes. Bites down on her lip. She fights to be true to her promise of silence. Being a good girl and bad girl simultaneously is one of her versatile traits. The table creaks louder than expected. You would’ve shot another look at your spouse again, but Minju’s pretty face is in the way. Her cheeks are scarlet and her brows bead with sweat. She really is a beauty.
Your strokes are ceaseless. The thing that shocks you the least is the fact that her legs look as if they spread wider and wider. She splits while you split her apart. Place a hand on her tummy to muffle the sounds of skin colliding and wood creaking, and reach a better end: your cock is hitting her guts, making a bobbing print on her flat stomach.
“Look how deep I am, Minju.” You grin wickedly at her reflection. “You call me daddy anywhere, don’t you? How about I become a real one?”
Minju bounces herself on you. That’s a yes. A definite, enthusiastic yes.
Your penetration is rougher, gliding on places she can’t even imagine. If you cum right now, and this far in, you’ll live up to your name of “daddy.” Minju isn’t the only one who has to keep promises.
Corner a pulse point on her neck. Her core squeezes and although its resistance is tough, your pumps are more so.
“You’ll be my secret good girl. Daddy’s gonna put a fucking baby in your stomach, and no one has to know it’s mine. No one has to know you’re mine.”
Minju pouts, not out of sadness but of the orgasm that’s creeping from her feet to her center. It’s so close she could reach for it, taste it like a strong wind. You allow the tiny breaths and pants that leave her to be exemptions from your bedroom law.
“Wonyoung would be so happy for you.” You lick the sensitive spot behind her ear. “‘That’s so great, unnie! Come on, tell us who’s the lucky guy.’ And you’ll have to stop yourself from telling her that I did it. Can you do that?”
Minju emphasizes each repetition with a responding throb and push of her cunt. “Yes, yes, yes—”
Allow that, too. Burst inside Minju. Flood her insides with cum that shall infiltrate her fertile womb. Soon, that tummy would be round rather than flat. It’ll be your baby.
Minju got what she wanted in the end.
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The next day, Wonyoung will wake up crying.
It’ll happen early in the morning, when the moon is still up and sheets still wrap your exhausted form. But she’s sobbing so loud that it’ll rouse you.
“What’s wrong?” you’ll say.
She’ll tell you about a dream she had. Wonyoung’s going to narrate a complex dream of Minju, her beloved former member and best friend, seducing you. It happened right in the house and in front of her. You dared to do it to her while she was sleeping and thought she didn’t know.
And you?
You’ll take her in your arms, kiss the inside of her trembling wrist, and say, “Oh, honey—it’s okay. I’m here, baby. I’m here. I’m here.”
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By your side ~ Rafe Cameron ❀
Summary: Your ‘Friends’ are fake jealous bitches, but Rafe will always be there for you when you need it most.
Pairing: Soft Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader
Warnings: bullying, mentions of weight, cheating.
A/N: Requests are open! Also kindve hate this but wtv
angst to soft!
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Rafe wraps his arms around you from behind as he observes you finish applying your makeup for the girls' night out you and your friends had planned. First you guys were going to go shopping, and then to the bar.
“Promise me you’ll be safe” Rafe says as he leans his head on your shoulder and breathes your scent in.
“Rafe, why do you always do this everytime I try to hang out with them?” you asked with a roll of your eyes.
“Baby you know I don’t like them, they constantly are always saying snarky things and trying to make you look bad” He states while squeezing you tighter in his arms.
You think for a second and then say, “I think you’re reading too much into it, these girls have been my friends for over a year it’s nothing like that.”
“Just be safe okay?” he whispers.
“Yes Rafey, i’ll be home around 11:30.” You say back after wiggling out of his arms, and putting on your shoes.
You slightly laugh as you remember Rafes ridiculous comments. These have been your best-friends since last year, yeah sometimes they make jokes but it’s never serious.
“Hey girl!” Your friend Kenzie says as you hop in the passenger seat.
“Heyy!” you say with smile
The rest of the 3 girls in the back seem to ignore your presence but you just assume they aren’t in a talking mood.
Later, you all wind up at the fitting rooms after arriving at the mall and are all trying on various items that you all like. You try on this pretty blue summer dress and walk out to show all your friends, “What do ya guys think!” you say with a bright smile
“It makes you look fat” one of them says.
“Yeah it’s just not suiting for your … body yknow what I mean?” another goes on while they all laugh.
You start to look down, not trying to risk trying showing your true feelings while one of them says, “Don’t be such a baby, it’s just a joke”.
And with that you look up, and pretend to laugh.
Afterwards, when you guys are done trying things on, (you never tried anything else on after what happened) You guys went to get smoothies from Tropical smoothie.
“I might break up with my boyfriend I think he’s cheating on me” one of the girls says breaking the silence.
“Girl don’t even act like you don’t be cheating on him too” another said back to her as they both laughed.
“Imagine I broke up with Rafe, I wouldn’t know what to do” You laugh while trying to be included in their conversation.
“We would stop being friends with you, we are only friends with you because he is the most popular boy on the island” Kenzie says as the rest of them laugh.
They see you get quiet and Kenzie says, “Its just a joke are you going to cry the whole time here?” with a roll of her eyes.
“No it’s cool.” you whisper.
After a few more hours at the mall you guys arrive at the bar together, you immediately walk-in and down atleast 3 cups of alcohol to get the prior events out of your head. When the alcohol starts to hit you begin to dance around not giving a care in the world.
You danced for what felt like days, and finally you felt like you were ready to go home. You searched for Kenzie and the girls but you couldn’t find them.
“Excuse me?” You said to a random man that you believed Kenzie was talking to earlier, “Have you seen Kenz?”
“Yea, her and a bunch of girls left about an hour ago, they’re not here no more” he said with a puzzled look.
Fuck. You felt like your whole world was spinning around, they ditched you. You reached for your purse ready to call your boyfriend to pick you up but then you remembered you gave it to Kenzie to hold onto.
Those bitches ditched you and took your phone and purse.
“Can I please use your phone to call someone?” You requested with a puppy dog look.
“Yea.. Sure” The man said as he handed you his phone.
You shakily typed in Rafes phone number and put the phone up to your ear as it rang.
“Hello?” you hear a man say on the other side of the screen.
“Rafey. Please come pick me up. You were right, they left me here and took my phone!” you voice, holding back tears.
“I’ll be right there okay? wait for me.” He utters as you can hear the sound of keys move and a door shut.
And with that, you hang up, give the phone back the kind man and sit on the porch waiting for your boyfriend.
You should’ve listened, Rafe is always right about these kinds of things. Those girls have never done anything but make you feel bad about yourself. Anytime Rafe would be with you while you’re hanging out with them they always made you look dumb in front of him. All the puzzle pieces are finally coming together.
While being lost in your mind you feel a tap on your shoulder. “It’s okay baby, i’m here let’s go home” you hear him say.
“Rafe!” you almost scream, bursting out in tears.
“Shhhh. It’s okay, let’s go” he speaks as he picks you up and carries you into the passenger seat.
The whole car ride was silent, the air filled with your tiny sobs and his hand on your thigh soothing you.
When you arrived home, Rafe carried you in and gently sat you on the bed.
“We don’t have to talk about it today, okay? Whenever you feel ready we can.” He says while taking off your shoes and finding a shirt for you to change into.
“Okay. Don’t want to, just want to sleep.”
“That’s fine, i’ll be by your side the whole night.” He helps you take off your dress and puts his shirt over you to sleep in.
“I love you Rafe Cameron. I hope never loose you.” you say, half asleep.
Rafe lays down and pulls you into him with his head on your shoulder.
“You never ever will. I love you too.”
You fell asleep after that, but all Rafe was thinking about how he was going to get revenge for you, and he knew just who to call.
Topper, Kenzies boyfriend.
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Hello hello! I’d like to request some platonic into romantic headcannons on an Alastor x fallen ex-exorcist/exterminator reader please :>
Small background: Reader fell for whatever reason and maybe a few days to a week (or even months-) afterward they end up striking a deal with Alastor, where they’ll be under his protection (because as skilled as they are it wouldn’t matter much with the entirety of hell on their ass) but he gets a pretty good portion of their power in return or maybe something else that you think Alastor would take.
Gender neutral reader pls
I’ve only read one fic or two with this concept and I am on my hands and knees for more lol
If you prefer a different writing format or feel this is too specific or OC-ish please please please feel free to change anything! I’m not very picky ^^
Thank you for your time and have a good day/night!
okay i LOVE this concept — i think it be the slowest fucking burn in the world tho like
you were never one of adam’s favorites, as you had the tendency to spare demons who seem harmless, but covered it nearly everytime
during this last extermination, however, he was trying to catch you fucking up the plan, so the minute you skipped over someone, he had lute launch her weapon at you
i doubt he’d let her kill you or anything, but he definitely just left you there for the demons to finish off, probably pinned to the ground with lute’s spear in your wing or something before he called all the other exorcists back (and he made sure to leave your halo so even if you did change clothes people knew what you were)
luckily (not really) you’d be in cannibal town, so before anyone could get to you, alastor’s probably just walking around like nothings happening (LMAO) and sees you
i doubt he’d make it known he saw you, like he’d definitely keep humming merrily down the street until he saw you struggling to get away from him as quickly as possible and tearing your wing even more
“my, my, let’s calm down, shall we?” he’d laugh and take the spear out of your wing. “isn’t that better, little bird?” but he’d say that while literally pointing the spear at you so don’t feel too safe
you’d definitely get defensive and shoot into the air with your weapon, ready to kill, and i think after seeing you still attempting to fly with that damaged of a wing (like its fucked up), he’d be impressed enough to drop the spear he had with a very big grin
“you’d better hide, little bird”
and you’d take his warning to fly off, quickly snatching lute’s weapon with yours in case you needed to defend yourself
he would literally just smile and watch you leave before continuing to hum and walk down the street
it’d probably be like a solid three days of hiding and having to fight for your life before the damage to your wing really messed with you and you had to force yourself to find a good hiding place
maybe you see charlie on the news and notice that no one seems to want to go to her hotel, so you force yourself to fly all the way there like a week after her horrible interview (ep 1) and practically collapse at the front door
of course you recognize vaggie and of course you practically run over and hug her despite the spear pointed at you… and of course that means vaggie either may or may not have to confess depending on if you pick up that no one knows or not (off the concept but im sparing chaggie heartbreak)
“who the fuck is this?” would be the first thing you hear from a spider demon and you’d have to explain what you were and hope they didn’t kill you — which, duh, charlie wouldn’t that let happen
“hello again, little bird,” would make everyone shut up because… how does alastor know you??? of course, he doesn’t answer their questions, just says hello and moves on like it’s all normal
your first day would totally be catching up with vaggie, probably breaking down because you needed to get back to heaven and had no way there
i think exorcists probably have a little bit of angelic power, but they probably can’t create portals without that power being given to them or something which means you have no way home and no where to go
vaggie and charlie of course tell you to stay, but once anyone shows up they’ll know you’re here and all of hell would be coming to the hotel to try and get to you — and you didn’t want to ruin what they had going (even if it was small you thought it was a great idea) so they probably give you a change of clothes, something more hellish, and tell you to stay until you have somewhere else to go
that would probably give alastor the perfect opportunity to talk to you privately and offer his protection
you wouldn’t take his offer at first, but once pentious shows up and the overlords somehow find out that charlie is hiding an angel in her hotel (vox and his stupid drones) you dont really have a choice
i dont think he’d ask for any power in return, but i do think you’d owe him a favor each time he has to protect you
vox would probably give subtle hints in all the programs he runs, so alastor would have to protect you very often
that meant if he ordered you to get rid of someone, you did it — whether that meant by the snap of your fingers with holy light (which they could potentially survive or respawn from) or killing them with your exorcist weapon was totally up to him sometimes, he just asked that you create a bouquet of flowers for his room
usually the people he had you “take care of” were repulsive enough, and you never minded creating things with your abilities, so you agreed to what he asked with ease
it’d be a little time before who he instructed you to “take care of” slowly shifted to anyone who wronged you
of course, he’d still protect you, but if he didn’t own their soul and he didnt have an angelic weapon, he couldn’t ensure that they wouldn’t come back, so he asked you, “do you think they’ll come back for you, little bird?” if you were unsure, or knew it was likely they’d come back for the person that ended up being the reason they had to go through the painful process of respawning, he’d tell you to just kill them
it’d probably come to a point where he stopped asking for favors, made sure you were alright, and told you to focus on what you needed to do while he “did his job”
i think eventually you’d find a place you think could be safe and once your wing is totally healed up and alright you’d say your goodbyes even though you weren’t that close with anyone but vaggie (also i feel like niffty would be down to talk to u about her bug battles or some shit)
anyway, when you go to say bye to alastor, he definitely cashes in his favor with a simple “hmm, no” cus he sees no reason for you to leave??? like so what everyone else’s lives are in danger by you being here… you’re safer here
so you’d stay, and it’d definitely make charlie happy because if she can get an angel back to heaven that’d prove she could actually do this
you’d be pissed at alastor for a while, but slowly, it seemed like demons understood that by coming for you, they were fucking with the radio demon (and we all know how that goes) so after a few months you were finally left alone
in that time you’d totally help spruce up the hotel while slowly forgetting why you wanted to go back
but every once in a while you’d have a very prolonged sadness about the situation… heaven was your home after all, and even if you liked the hotel, you could never leave because the minute you stepped outside, there was a line for your head — you were trapped there (like a bird in a cage — hence the nickname)
i think even though everyone likes having you there, vaggie would eventually bring up lucifer (like he can literally open a portal…)
but immediately alastor is not fucking having it and he cashes in another one of his pent up favors, saying that getting back to heaven through a fallen angel was the dumbest thing you could do if you wanted it to look like you were the one wronged in this situation (he has a point i fear)
i think this is where you kind of accept that you’re not going home and maybe just give up because 1. you can’t go to the heaven embassy since you’d just be met with adam and 2. the only person that could get you contact wasn’t a good option
i think now would be when alastor recognizes how much you want to go home and finds himself feeling bad?? for keeping you, but he just wants you to get home safely and surely
still, once he sees that you literally wont leave your room and have contemplated taking your own halo he compromises to let you try going to the heaven embassy to see if you could get a meeting with anyone but adam
you said it wasn’t possible, but he insisted “i can’t have you looking so upset all the time, birdie” he’d say while using his hand to squish your cheeks into a smile just to make you laugh
so you’d go — i think you’d totally get there safely but once demons see an exorcist angel coming out of the heaven embassy, you have to fight the minute you step out of the building
you can 100% see holy light from the hotel, so the minute alastor sees a golden beam he’s out the door
you can handle your own, so you fought them off, but i’d imagine you get injured and that’s what really makes alastor realize he’s falling for you cus he’s seething
even just a minuscule amount of golden blood on you had him tearing apart any demon who even looked like they’d been near you
i hate to say it but i don’t think this would be a happy ending — reader loves heaven even though they hate being an exorcist and alastor knows that so he’d definitely keep his feelings hidden and if you showed any signs of feelings for him he’d be terrified because an angel falling, literally falling because thats what would happen to you, for someone like him would never get you back home
obviously it’d come to a point where he doesn’t want you to leave, but at the same time, he’d never keep you
if i did end up writing an actual fic of this it’d probably end on a bit of a cliffhanger ex. reader getting accepted back and being hesitant with alastor’s last favor just him saying, “if you want to stay for anyone, don’t,” and letting you decide whether or not to go back
OR reader being accepted back but still having to be an exorcist, so the next time they see alastor is the finale where adam would 100% put them against him
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The Plan.
College Student!Art Donaldson x College Student Female!Reader
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Summary: Art had this plan to get Tashi all to himself. It would go perfectly except he had one flaw. You.
Word count: 3.7k+
Warnings: 18+ // Art is in his early twenties so is reader, smoking, fingering, oral (f!receiving), public sex, smut (p in v), creampie, praising. Nicknames used: pretty girl,sweetie,baby,goodgirl.
Art was damn near losing his mind. Tashi’s game coming up. Patrick visiting. It felt suffocating. Art had this plan of telling Tashi that Patrick didn’t love her and getting her mind clouded with endless possibilities and telling Patrick that Tashi doesn’t consider their relationship a serious relationship. It was gonna go perfectly as he wanted but there was one issue. You. Tashi’s best friend. You knew everything about her; things she would never tell anyone but you. With that being said he knew it would never work because she would just go straight to you and be like “Art told me that Patrick didn’t love me. Un-Fucking-Believe-able” and you would be like “Have you atleast asked Patrick about this?” Being all rational about it instead of jumping to conclusions. He didn’t need that. He needed to find some way for you to be quiet. He’d find a way to make u quiet.
You were out practicing outside on the court with Tashi and the rest of the girls. Art walks over to the two of you. Eyes lingering on Tashi a bit before looking over to you his signature smirk on his face and waving. So… you wave back.
“Hey Tashi, You don’t mind if i steal her for a bit right?” His eyes making its way to Tashi, pointing to you with his finger. She shrugs looking at you with a knowing smile for your answer. You had a huge fucking crush on Art despite “talking” to him only a few times and having some classes with him. You told Tashi about it all. She’d get so sick of it sometimes and be like “Just talk to him already” and God you wish you could, but everytime you planned on doing so you stopped yourself and ended up just doing anything else to get your mind off it.
“Me?” You ask with wide eyes surprised as you nod sheepishly. “Yeah, Yeah um, ill see you in a bit Tash!” And with that you’re following Art to wherever he takes you. Thoughts and heart racing with the possibilities of what could happen.
Art takes you to the cafeteria paying for your lunch with his credits as you two take a seat at one of the tables farther away from the entrance. He pulls out your chair for you like a gentleman then takes a seat infront of you. You stare at the food for a bit not sure if you should start to eat or speak but he decides for you as he says. “We’ve spoken a few times right? No need to be nervous sweetie.” And with that you gulp down hard. Taking a sip of your water. Sweetie? What was he getting at.
“M’ not nervous.” You say but your voice gives you away as it shakes just a bit and he picks up on it with ease giving you his award winning smile.
“I just wanted to talk to you a bit. The pretty girl i have in so many of my classes. No harm in that right?” He chuckles lightly watching your every move like a hawk and you feel your cheeks get all hot.
“Yeah.” You take another sip of your water before finally making eye contact with him and with the way he’s looking at you, you could’ve died right then and there of a heart attack.
“You know I’ve been trying to convince Tashi to set us up for a while right? Ive always wanted to talk to you.” He says still smiling as he holds eye contact with you: You hold back a smile of your own by biting your bottom lip.
“Really? Hm.. She told me about it a few times, but i backed out everytime.” You giggle shyly tearing away from the intense eye contact that felt like he wanted to eat you alive. It had you pressing your thighs together as you glance back at your food forgetting it was even there.
“Why? Do i make you that nervous sweetie?” He teases as he finally picks his fork up and starts to eat the food on his plate. “Eat up before it gets cold.” His smiling never leaving his face once as he watches you finally pick up your fork and start eating. A grin creeping onto your face as you do.
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He walks you to the locker room so you can get ready for your game with Tashi today.
“I’ll be watching you.” He grins as you play with your fingers looking up at him as he stands in the door way leaning on it with arms crossed.
“I’ll look for you then.” You hum grinning right back at him as you get on your tippy toes reaching up to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Meet me after the game?” You ask shyly staring up at him eyes beaming. He smirks as he says.
“What kinda man would i be if i didn’t?”
With that you turn around to get changed into your tennis outfit and ready to get out on the court and he watches your every move until you disappear from his sight.
Art meets up with Patrick for a bite and to see how he’s been.
“So, you seeing anybody?” Art asks knowing damn well he’s not.
“Why would i be seeing anyone? Im a taken man.” He smiles thinking Art is being playful and in a way he is. Art hums nodding to him, sticking his tongue to his the inside of his cheek before saying.
“I’ll go get us some churros.” Walking off leaving Patrick to choose a seat for them. While Art is waiting for Patrick he glances back at him and Patrick is staring at something deeply. Tashi’s poster plastered on the wall across from him. Art clenches his jaw as his eyes meet the poster. But he soon snaps out of it as the man behind the counter tells him his churros are done. He takes them walking back to Patrick with a smile on his face. “Do you love Tashi?” Art asks as Patrick is still staring at the photo not even noticing Art was there and he grins looking up at him pulling the stool closer with his foot.
“Of course I do.” He hums while he watches Art take a seat in the stool passing him a churro. “It’s nice to see you lit up about something you know. Even if it’s my girlfriend.” Art feigns innocence as he takes a bite of his churro and shakes his head.
“I dont get lit up about Tashi. Thats in the past.” Patrick points a churro at him quickly saying
“You don’t even get this way about tennis.“ Art rolls his eyes before taking a bite out of the churro that was pointed at him, this causes Patrick to chuckle.
“It’s fine Art seriously. I mean who wouldn’t get that way over Tashi? Greatest woman I’ve ever seen.” Art only hums taking another bite of his churro and so does Patrick.
“Well since we’re on the topic of Tashi. What do you think she thinks about your relationship? I don’t think she thinks it’s a serious relationship.” Patrick raises his eyebrow as he chuckles again.
“Has she told you that?” Patrick inquires looking at the blonde with a never leaving smile.
“No. But I mean I’ve been around her and it just seems that way you know?” Art says defending his statement even though he knows it’s a lie. Patrick only hums studying Art’s face before shrugging and taking a bite out of his churro.
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Art makes his way to the court finding a seat and saving one for Patrick as he looks at the court and if as on cue, Tashi walks out, with you following right behind her in your matching red tennis tank and white skirts and bags. He grins as he has his eyes on Tashi before meeting yours and waving to you and you wave back a cute smile gracing your face. His plan has been set in motion and all he has to do is wait. He texts Patrick as he still isn’t there asking where he is and he says he’ll be there soon. And as soon as he reads it he hears Patrick calling his name before taking a seat next to him a bashful smile on his face.
“You ready?” You ask Tashi smiling at her as she just nods her head not really looking at you as she just got into an argument with her boyfriend over something so stupid. “Tash?” You ask concerned as she doesn’t answer and you look at her, putting your bag down next to hers. “You okay?” Tashi groans as she looks at you and huffs out.
“I’m fine. Stop fucking asking me.” You nod mumble an okay before digging through your bag to get your racket and towel out. Art witnesses all this from his seat and smirks realizing his plan is working out perfectly.
The match starts and you go after Tashi. Her place is fourth and yours is fifth. You and her watch your team go against the opposing team and by time it’s Tashi’s the teams are tied. Tashi goes up with her racket as the opposing team starts the match. It starts off good. You watch Tashi’s every move despite knowing there’s nothing to worry about you still do. And everything you could have ever thought to go wrong does with one wrong step she takes; she injures her knee. You gasp in shock as she screams and whines in pain and you run to her as fast as you can going to her side as Art and Patrick is quick behind you and so is a nurse checking out her leg as you hold her hand tightly.
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You, Art and Patrick are in the nurses office at your school you sit by Art on the left side and Patrick on the right of Tashi who’s in the bed.
“Tashi..” you look up to see the source of the voice and breaking the silence and its Patrick. He reaches out for her hand but she refuses it. Patrick stops hesitantly before taking Tashi into his arms. This makes Art clenches his jaw watching the two as Patrick hugs Tashi.
“Can we get a moment alone… please?” Patrick asks looking at you and Art before you nod walking towards the door and Art hesitates for a second before catching up behind you.
“Fuck. I know Tashi’s gonna be so upset with herself. That was a really big game for her.” You start the conversation looking straight ahead as you play with the hem of your skirt as Art walks right by you and he hums in agreement nodding before adding.
“Yeah I wonder what could have caused it. Do you know?” He asks looking at you as you two make it outside of the building.
“She said something about some shitty argument with Pat and I guess it threw off her whole game.” You shrug before sighing and looking at him. “Do you have a cigarette?” He gives you that knowing smirk before digging into his pocket and passing you one as you two head out of the building into the woods in front of the building to smoke.
“So you’re telling me, Patrick helped you learn how to jerk off in bordering school?” You laugh taking the drag of the cigarette as you lean onto the tree behind you.
“Hey i was like twelve!” He chuckles bringing his shirt to cover his mouth. “I shouldnt have told you now you’re just gonna tease me.” You smile looking at him breathing out the smoke into his direction before passing the cigarette to him.
“No m’not. It’s cute that you two are close like that.” You hum pushing your tongue to the inside of your cheek as you look at him. Really taking him in as he takes a hit from the cigarette himself. He notices you staring before he gives you that smirks and hums.
“Tell me something embarrassing about yourself hm?” He looks at you putting the cigarette out on the tree that you’re leaning on as he gets closer. “I can’t be the only one spilling secrets here sweetie.”
Your face gets hotter the closer he gets.
“A-an embarrassing story? Um..” you think for a moment tearing your gaze to your fingers as you start to play with them nervously… “Well.. i was walking down the street once to this event was going on, and i was with Tashi. I was following alongside her mindlessly as we enter the building i walk right into a glass window and i could hear her burst out laughing along with some people who saw it and i was so embarrassed…” you say and its your turn to cover your face with the back of your hand as you hear Art laugh. Its genuine. You hit his chest playfully as you say, “Don’t laugh!” But you’re smiling way too hard to even care if he laughs or not and whenever he calms down he looks down at you smile ear to ear.
“You’re really cute you know that?” He hums looking at you but you look down at your feet as you shuffle them feeling awkward. He takes your chin between his thumb and hand tilting your head up, forcing you to look at him. “Come on sweetie, don’t get all shy on me now.” He smirks. He has you right where he wants you. You breath hitches as your eyes meets his. It has that same look as earlier. Like he wanted to eat you alive.
“Good girl.” He hums with a smile before leaning in closer so now his nose is bumping yours. He presses his lips to yours closing his eyes and tilting his head to kiss you better as his free hand comes to rest on your hip. At first you’re taken aback so you’re frozen but you recover quickly closing your eyes and kissing him back with so much passion. He swipes his tongue against your bottom lip asking for permission. Permission to explore you more and you give it to him with no hesitation. His tongue presses against yours before he starts to suck on it lightly as he kisses you. Starting off slow before getting rougher his hand that was holding your chin moves to the other side of your hip to grip it harder. You mewl into his mouth at the touch. Leaning into him more as your arms wrap around his neck pulling him in impossibly closer.
“There you go sweetie.” He mumbles into the kiss as he slides his hands down the bottom of your ass gripping it before lifting you against the tree. “Wrap your legs around me baby.” And you do as he says wrapping your legs around him as he stops kissing your lips and kissing your neck. One of the hands leaving your ass to fondle your boob through your tank feeling your nipple harden almost immediately his smirks into your neck and you can feel it, it makes you whine grinding into his dick through the thin layers of clothing.
“Need more..” You whine desperate your hand moving to grip onto his hair causing him to groan into your neck. You want to make him do that a million times more.
“So needy.” He murmurs before pulling back from your neck and tugging onto the waistband of your tennis skirt pulling it down and throwing it onto the ground. He presses two fingers onto your panties. He smiles and teases you, “So wet and ive barely even touched you.” He sets you back onto your feet before dropping to his knees and peeling your panties off achingly slow but it’s worth the wait when he takes those two same fingers up your slick. Collecting your juices on them before rubbing it onto your clit. His pace is slow. Always starting off slow before speeding up gradually. Pressing kisses to your thigh as he suddenly stops rubbing your clit. Quickly replacing it with his mouth sucking on it as his finger circles around your entrance before gently pushing it knuckle deep. This causing you to let out a moan and cover your mouth shyly while your other hand remains in his hair. He’s quick to look up at you and take his mouth away from your clit and stops moving his finger which has you chasing him with your hips. “Let me hear you.” You nod moving your hand from your mouth with a whine of need as he takes your right leg and lifts it over his shoulder. He starts with kitten licks to your clit this time sliding another finger inside and moving at a slow pace. This has your back arching off the tree and moaning for him. Just like he wanted.
He soaks up every sound you make for him smiling against you. Committing everything about you to memory. It makes him forget why he’s even doing this. He gets lost in you, down to the way you taste and sound. He’s in too deep now that his stupid “plan” doesn’t even matter. He’s not turning back from you when you sound so good for him like this. No fucking way is he turning back. He continues to lick onto your clit fingers speeding up as he goes slipping another finger inside you causing you to moan so fucking loud. You’re sure someone has heard you by now. “You’re doing so good for me baby.” He groans into your cunt as he continues to ravish you as he feels your hands in his hair tighten. Making you feel so good you can feel your legs start to shake as you get closer and closer to cumming. “Wanna cum baby? Ask for it pretty girl.” He hums continuing his pace as you whine before answering him with a shaky voice,
“I wanna cum. Can i cum please?” You ask meeting his eyes and you swear you almost came on spot meeting his hungry gaze.
“Go head baby. Wanna taste you.” He murmurs speeding up his movements impossibly faster as he brings you to the brink of heaven before you release all over his face and fingers. “There you go..” he hums helping you through your high before withdrawing his fingers and mouth from your cunt. “Think you’re all ready for me sweetie?” He ask with a smirk getting off his knees and standing right in-front of you pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. He takes his shirt off before pushing down his black shorts to his ankles, boxers going down with them as you finally realize how big he is. You bite your lip staring at it as he chuckles looking at you. He talks your leg hooking it around his hip as he slaps his dick onto your cunt causing your hips to jerk up at the sensation.
“Dont tease..” You whine as he gives you that damned smirk before he hooks your other leg onto his hip. You wrap your arms around his neck whining as his tip circles your entrance still fucking teasing you before he finally enters you. His tip entering you as he stretches you inch by inch before finally thrusting into you fully causing you to let out a moan and throw your head back to the tree behind you. “Fuck.” You breath out as he lets you adjust to size peppering kisses all over your face.
“There you go. Filling you right up just how you need it.” He hums against your cheek as he starts moving at a slow pace his face going to your neck sucking on the soft skin with a smile. His hits tip your cervix just right as he whispers praises into your neck. Always starting slow and steady before he gradually starts to speed up. His hands gripping your hips. Sure to leave a bruise as he starts to drill into your cunt. Leaving you moan and whimper his name. Getting you so cock-drunk just by his dick. “You’re taking it so well for me.” You only moan his name in response your brain going all dumb as he fucks pleasure into you. You’ve never been fucked so well in your life. He shifts the angle hitting you even deeper inside causing you to moan louder your hands move to his back digging your nails into them so hard he’s whining into your neck. You clench around him at the sound he makes. He sounds so fucking pretty when he whines and you wanna hear it a thousand times over. “Sound so good fr’me baby. Lemme hear you more.” He whimpers before he takes a hand from your hip and raises up your tank. Taking your nipple into his mouth as he fucks you and this you clench around him again.
“F-feel so so so good art..” you mewl getting closer to cumming again. And he groans into your nipples continuing to suck on it.
“Gonna cum for me baby?” He murmurs removing his mouth from your nipple as he replaces it with his hand tweaking it pressing sweet kisses to your cheek as you nod so pathetically with a moan. “Go ahead and let go for me baby. Wanna feel you.” He whines into your neck before moving to kiss you sliding his tongue into your open mouth with ease. He swallows every moan and of yours as he fucks up into you as desperate as you to get a release. After a few more thrusts your cunt is fluttering around as you cum for the second time. You let out a scream of his name as he fucks you through it chasing his own orgasm. “Good girl, so fucking good.” He whines chasing his own orgasm, all whining like a dog who won’t be let outside. “Fuck- Where do you want it?”
He asks quickly in a hurry the need to cum intensifying by the second.
“Inside. Need it inside.” You whimper over stimulated your eyes all glossy and voice shaky. And with that he gives you exactly what you need. Cumming inside you coating your walls with him. He thrusts a few more times before slowly coming to a stop, pressing his forehead against yours. Both coated in sweat he presses a kiss to your cheek.
“Did so good sweetie.” He hums helping you back into your clothes before fixing his own. He takes your hand feeling content as he walks you back to your dorm. Fuck the plan. This was better than anything he could’ve thought of.
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나비 / NABI — [preview].
SYNOPSIS. in which you’re trying your damned best to willfully ignore your feelings for your friend of over twenty years, but— as always— life seems to have a different plan paved out for you.
PAIRING. choi beomgyu x female! reader.
GENRE. childhood friends to not quite friends (derogatory) to not quite friends (endearment) to lovers, romance, humor, hurt/comfort but more on comfort, coming of age, slowburn, college! au, “it’s always been you” trope, pining, tons of denial, beomgyu is the only man ever, featuring a large ensemble of idols from various groups.
WARNINGS. swearing, mentions of sex, hospital scare, ghosting, rumors as a plot device, what may be considered as bullying, mc refuses to monologue about her feelings, the works.
WORD COUNT. preview: 1.2k words | full fic: est. 30k.
RELEASE DATE. end of may or within the month of june.
TAGLIST. send an ask/dm/reply to be added.
NOTE. this is a sequel to 모기 / MOGI. remember when i said i wasn’t planning on writing a part two to this? haha, remember? well, this might be my best work yet gosh darn, life works in mysterious ways! i poured my entire fucking soul into this!
something i’d like to mention is that i’ve already planned out this entire sequel before beomgyu’s sukidakara cover came out, before i revisited his other two covers. the timing was crazy because there’s three major arcs to this fic— and somehow, all three songs fit the themes. really really well i started crying at some point HAHAHAHAHHA. there’s so much i want to say about this story, but i’ll bite my tongue until its release. enjoy!
preview under the cut.
YOU STILL DON’T LIKE CHOI BEOMGYU. Ever since you and he reconciled and publicly became friends again, your life has never known quiet— all thanks to the countless insects constantly buzzing around him, and by consequence around you, every damn day. And it’s not like you can keep avoiding him. Choi Beomgyu has made the executive decision to take advantage of the guilt you’ve been feeling, so for the past month, you’ve been a slave to his whims.
Responding to 3AM ice cream runs even though you’re swamped with assignments. Going to parties hosted by people you don’t know the fucking names of because he keeps calling you a boring loser. And, the cherry on top, having to deal with Lee Heeseung’s even more annoying presence, just like how you’d predicted he’d behave if he ever finds out you and Beomgyu are friends.
Which he did. Much to your despair and agony.
“Beomgyu, your girlfriend’s here to see you.”
Case in point. You spare him nothing but an eye roll when he lets you in the clubroom for the, ahem, coding club. You’re here because Beomgyu texted you to fetch him a matcha latte and since you’re playing as his slave at the moment (and until your patience runs out), you obliged out of the kindness of your heart, only to get a truckload of teasing in return.
“Oh, hey, what’s up,” Yeonjun throws you a peace sign from their worn out sofa by the door the moment you enter. He’s accompanied by a good number of chip bags on the cushions.
“Hey,” Hanbin greets you as well when you pass by their alleged meeting table. Which, by the way, has stacks of leftover takeout containers and some empty, some half-empty plastic jugs of water. “Beomgyu is on the computer.”
“Thanks,” you tell him. This clubroom is a fucking gremlin hole.
“You know what.” Your path towards Choi Beomgyu is interrupted by Hyunjin, suddenly popping out of the half-wall separating the lounge area from the computers at the back. You jump, because what the fuck? “My heart races everytime you come here. I still get flashbacks from the day you threatened to wreck our safe haven. I think you gave me PTSD.”
Ah, yes. That day. That was eventful. It was the first time you’ve seen Choi Beomgyu cry.
“Serves you right, gossip snorter,” you say. “Out of the way, I have business to deal with.”
Hyunjin indeed gets out of your way, and there he reveals a row of four computers lined up against the wall with their assigned nerds mashing on the keyboards and yelling profanities at matching game screens. You zero in on the one on the far left corner. Surprisingly, Beomgyu is relatively calm compared to the others. You tap on his shoulder. Beomgyu turns his head around.
“Oh,” he says, pulling his office chair back from out of the desk with a swivel while removing the headphones from his ears and letting them rest around his neck. You notice Jeongin seated beside him, who looks up at you only for a moment only to flinch back to the screen. “You’re here?”
No, shit. You jangle the latte in front of his face, head cocked, and he reaches out for it. But then you quickly jerk back your hand before he can snatch it from you. “Nuh-uh. Pay up.”
“Tch,” Beomgyu clicks his tongue and shoots you a bitter look. “Hyung, can you toss me my jacket?”
Someone from behind does indeed toss him his jacket, and at that very moment as well, Heeseung decides that it’s a great time to indulge in his newly founded hobby. “Hey, how about me? Why didn’t you get me a drink?” He joins the already crowded crevice in the back and swings an arm around your shoulder. “You get a boyfriend and forget all your friends. Have you forgotten that you two got together because of me? I’m hurt, I’m so hurt.”
Your face scrunches up. “Literally, how many times do I have to tell you he’s not my boyfriend.” You elbow Heeseung off, eliciting another whine from him. When your eyes snap back at Beomgyu, you see that he’s preoccupied with going through wallet. You kick his chair. “Say something, dipshit.”
Beomgyu hands you a bill and exchanges it with the matcha latte. You wait for him to speak. He takes a long sip, pulls his face away from the straw with a grimace, hands back the drink to you, then says, “What she said.”
You look at him, drink now back in your hands.
“What the fuck?”
“Keep it,” he says, putting his headphones back on. “Don’t you have class?”
Your jaw clenches. Fucker made you run an errand for nothing. He gives you an asshat smile of goodbye then spins his chair back to his computer. You scoff and smack the back of his head, causing his headphones to slip off. “Bye.”
“Hey!”
“Later,” Heeseung bids you off, and it’s followed by a chorus of goodbyes from the inhabitants of the testosterone infested, stinky gamer cave. Seriously, every time you drop by here,, you feel an ounce of your soul shriveling up and rotting away. Yeonjun very politely opens the door for you. You hear one of them yell out before you leave.
“Come over tomorrow. Hanbin hyung’s treating us to pizza!”
And with that, you’re finally free, matcha latte in hand and a desire to breathe in some fresh air. You’re pretty sure the air is polluted in there. But still, it’s been a lot easier to breathe recently than when you two weren’t on good terms.
“Saved you a seat.”
You make it to class two minutes before the schedule. Minjeong proudly taps on the seat next to her, and you take the invitation. “As you should,” you hum, taking out your notes from your bag, and not long after Sungchan arrives and lands on the spot next to you.
It’s the week before finals. Prof Shin starts the class and decides to fuck all of your study schedules by giving a last minute assignment due next week as well.
“Does this guy want to give us depression before the summer or some shit?” Minjeong complains the moment your professor leaves the lecture hall.“I swear to god, if another prof gives us an assignment due over the break, I’m killing myself.”
“You two have plans over the break?” asks Sungchan, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and the three of you head out for lunch, funneling out into the hallway along with the rest of your blockmates.
“I’m going home,” says Minjeong.
“I have summer classes,” you answer..
Sungchan stops in his tracks. “You serious?”
“Yup.”
“You bet on it.”
He looks at the both of you like you’re a bunch of withering old ladies and he’s very much unimpressed. “Make some time for the last week. I’m throwing the wildest summer rager and you two can’t miss it.”
You’re pretty sure you replied with something along the lines of an agreement, but you’re not quite sure. The thought completely slips out of your head throughout the next week because, well, finals. And before you know it, your first semester of uni comes to a close, and summer comes crashing in at full swing.
나비 / NABI.
© hannie-dul-set, 2024.
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valentine’s day with your plug
stoner eren x reader
Tw: smut, mentions of weed and smoking, breeding and oral
just a little late valentine’s day post
Eren Yeager, the most well known suppler in your town. if you weren’t getting your stuff from him then who were you getting it from ?
not only did he have some of the best weed you’ve ever smoked but he was gorgeous, and quite frankly that made your blood boil. it was the brown hair that laid perfectly on his shoulders, half always tied up in a little bun at the back of his head. and those beautiful green eyes that always hung low when you saw him and would catch yourself getting lost in if you stared too long. he was hot and he knew it.
whenever you were in need of bud you dreaded having to hit him up because it’d either take hours for a response or he would leave you on read and randomly show up at your place saying “here”.
you’re sure he thought his looks could make up for his shitty service, but i guess it does because you go back everytime no matter how much it pisses you off.
well today was the same as every other day expect for the fact that it was valentine’s day so all of your friends were busy with their boyfriends and getting laid, blah blah blah and you happened to be violently single but at least you have weed right ?
oh damn i forgot i’m out…
…FUCK IM OUT
god this can’t be happening. it’s valentine’s day and you’re out. eren HAS to have plans tonight, there’s no way he doesn’t and youre gonna be stuck here. bored. sober. alone.
you might as well try to text him and see if there’s a slim chance he’s able to drop by.
walking to your room you contemplate what you’re gonna say, grabbing your phone tapping your fingers till you get to his contact. how do you do this without sounding like a loser ?
6:46pm. you: hey, was wondering if you’d be able to drop by tonight ? wasn’t sure if you’d be busy
now we wait. putting down your phone you go back to what you were occupied with before this catastrophe happened. you suspected it to either take hours or possibly you wouldn’t get a text back at all.
6:55pm. eren: nah i’m not busy tn, should be able to stop by in 10. that cool ?
you swear your stomach sinks to your feet when you hear your phone ding. you knew it wasn’t any of your friends so maybe he wasn’t doing anything after all.
“odd” you thought to yourself that’s definitely the longest message he’s ever texted you before, it was never any longer than a quick “yeah” or “be there in 10”. wonder what’s gotten into him
texting him back a quick “sounds good” you go to sit on the couch waiting for the notification for you to come outside to his car.
7:10. still no eren. you knew this would happen. its never the time he says. god he’s so fucking stupid i’m done goi-
*DING DONG*
you nearly jump out of your seat. heart now pounding out of your chest as you walk up to the door confused as to who it could be since you definitely weren’t expecting anyone to knock.
opening the door you begin to notice a familiar face…eren.
why was he at your door ? the mere sight of him makes your stomach churn with seems like anger. never has he once showed up and knocked on your door.
why is your heart racing? …
“the front door ? that’s new” snarky comment making him laugh. you felt awkward. was he trying to invite himself in ? you had so many questions running thru your mind but you were assuming it was nothing
“felt like saving you the longg walk from here to my car” he says dragging out long with a dramatic voice throwing his head back and bending his knees
“surprised you’re not busy with all the ladies that are probably dying to rip your pants off” ignoring his stupid joke. your hand reaches out to grab what he actually came here for but you’re met with nothing, like he wants to stand here talking to you more.
“ gotta keep them on their toes, you know. can’t make it easy or else i would’ve had back to back dates tonight” you were done with conversation already. you just wanted to get your stuff, watch some stupid rom-com and eat a burger the size of your head. he was getting in the way with that.
“haha. can i just have my stuff?” clearly annoyed he hands you the small little baggie, as you’re about to say thank you and close to the door on his face. you notice he’s not moving at all. looking at you like a lost puppy dog that showed up at your door.
he was definitely trying to invite himself in but he didn’t know how. “if you want to come in you could just say so” attempting to be nice you give him a smile.
“it’s okay, i don’t wanna intrude especially if you have a date or something” you laugh at him, his face turning a red tone as if he said something wrong. god you feel bad.
“i’m not doing anything tonight hence why i asked you to come by but if you wanna hang for a bit be my guest” wishing you would’ve shut yourself up but it was too late to take it back. you couldn’t believe you invited him in. you’re stuck now.
no words were said as you took a step back swaying to the side to gesture him in. he seemed hesitant for a second, but he enters. taking a couple uncomfortable waddles in before stopping in his tracks to kinda get a vibe your living space
it was clean. tv turned on to a random show on netflix. couch covered with cute pillows and blankets, coffee table with weed paraphernalia neatly organized but he was more fascinated with the way you’re dressed. maroon sweatpants and grey zip up that had your high schools name on the front. no makeup. so effortlessly beautiful.
“come” patting the couch you usher him to sit next to you. opening the baggie of bud, crumbling off a piece to put in the bowl of your most precious bong. offering him the greens since he is a quest in your house.
“how sweet of you” he says giving you a over exaggerated smile making you softly hit him on the arm. it was weird having him right here. you realized you’ve never smoked with him before. you’ve never seen him in such a intimate setting. it made you feel some kind of way.
a couple hours past. you guys ended smoking and chatting as if you knew each other for years and were catching up. it felt nice even tho you were dead set on the plans you thought of originally like getting food. mmm food the munchies were starting to hit hard.
“you hungry ?” you said being so serious because there was no way you were messing around when it came to eating rn and by the look on his face he wasn’t either.
“god i thought you’d never ask” staring dead into each other yes, breaking out into a laughing fit. you both decided to make your way to the kitchen and see what there was to make. letting him do all the work of course.
you’re sat up on counter while he’s looking thru the cupboards. hoping he can find something good because at this point you don’t even remember what’s in there.
“ahh mac and cheese ?” he says excitedly holding up a box of probably soon to be expired mac and cheese. you nod in agreement pretending like you aren’t practically drooling at the thought of it.
he starts boiling the water. “why don’t you have plans tonight ? didn’t expect you to be a lonly guy” you interrupt the silence to ask the question you’ve been wondering this whole time.
“i’m not a whore like you think i am. i just sell weed to people and the flirting keeps them coming back” shocked by his answer you can’t say that’s not a solid strategy. he goes to drain the pasta before adding the rest of the stuff, handing you a bowl.
“you don’t flirt with me tho” blurting out your response, he turns towards you. looking you up and down, getting just close enough you could feel his breath on your face.
“you’re different” your face getting hotter by the second. not sure how to respond because you didn’t know if this was his tactic or genuine emotion.
“how so?” twiddling your finger together looking down a little embarrassed for asking.
“idk everyone treats me like im just some hot piece of meat that can get them their fix” he says looking down with you.“but you, you act cold towards me and i find that so hot ” you felt like you were gonna faint at his words.
“ i’ve always thought you were just an asshole with a pretty face” his cheeks turning a pale pink.
“pretty?” he inches closer to your face so you’re just inches away from touching each other lips. “yeah, so pretty it makes me mad” those were the last words said before his lips are crashing into yours.
unsure if it was the weed or the fact his lips felt so good but you kissed him back without realizing. lips moving in sync like they were made for each other.
feeling like you couldn’t catch your breath, you pull away catching a good look at his face, red and flustered. you’ve never seen anything like this before and you never wanted to forget it. pulling him by the neck to continue he picks you up walking you both over to the couch. putting you down softly. breaking the kiss.
“this okay?” he says with genuine concern on his face. hes scared. scared hes gonna mess this up.
“more than” huge smile forming on his lips, he maneuvers himself on top of you between your legs. kissing your neck making his way down to your stomach.
he unbottons your pants so plainly slow that you’re about to rip them off yourself. he kisses your pussy thru your underwear making you gasp at the sensation of his cold lips on you, mumbling a low “fuck” before bucking your hips begging for more.
“don’t be so impatient baby” the pet name making your stomach turn with lust. you had to have him. you need him now.
your bottom half now undressed he makes you wait even longer by licking and biting your plush thighs, making you squirm. “please eren”. you’ve never been so desperate especially for someone that you hated a couple hours ago.
his tongue laid its first lick down your slit. it was soft, gentle. unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, other guys were rough and thought flicking felt good. how’d he become so good you couldn’t shake that thought from your mind. were you jealous ?.
“it feels so good, please keep going” bitting your hand to hopefully quiet yourself down because you knew you were being too loud. his tongue felt like heaven, but when he slipped one of his long finger into you was when you lost your mind. there was no way you weren’t gonna start screaming his name.
“eren fuck i’m gonna cum” without any hesitation he curls his fingers up hitting a spot that made you see stars. back arching, strings of curse words fall from your mouth as you cum. you’re panting like a dog trying to regain yourself.
eren sits up wiping his face on the sleeve of his hoodie, rubbing your inner thighs till you’ve finally come back from your mind blowing orgasm.
“that was crazy” you said laughing but you heard nothing but silence from eren, he looked uncomfortable then glancing down a bit you could tell why. he was so hard that you could see him throbbing thru his pants.
“come here, let me help you” you say pushing his shoulders down till his head in laying on the arm of the couch. crawling on top of him you leaning down catching his lips once again, tasting yourself. this time the kiss was hungry. like two wild animals fighting over who was superior. you grind your hips against his clothed cock hissing at the overstimulation from cumming not too long ago.
his hands raising up under your shirt giving your nipples a couple rolls of his thumb. hiding your face in his neck, sucking here and there unknowingly leaving marks that you knew he’d get upset about later.
“do you mind?” you say playing with the zipper of his pants. he gives you a nod of consent before you’re pulling down his pants along with his boxers. it springs up as you stare at the size of his intimidatingly large cock.
“you like what you see” jokingly punching his chest you come back up so your pussy is alined with his cock, he motions you to sit up a bit and he angles the tip so it’s at your entrance, sliding down a bit it was already a huge stretch but you were determined to make it fit. both of you hissing in sync till it was fully in.
“it’s so tight” he moans grabbing your hips to slide you up and back down, slowly to not hurt you. the stretch felt so good you began to move on your own craving more of him. groans could be heard from both of you just enjoying the moment and the feeliing of being connected.
“oh im gonna cum” you whispered in his ear “im so close” you keep rocking up and down till his strong hands flip you both over so he’s on top, putting you in mating press.
“i’m close too, cum with me baby” his words thick like honey dripping its way into your ear. you pussy clenching hard trying to get that last bit of stimulation to tip over the edge.
knowing just what to do his hand snakes between you both to place a thumb on your clit. that’s exactly what you neeed before you’re moaning his name and squirming trying to get away as gush around his cock.
“you gonna let me cum in you ?” he’s panting hard but he can’t seem to focus on anything besides cumming your tight pussy.
“cum in me please” the neediness in you voice is all it takes for his hips to come to a halt as he’s pumping you full. you can feel his heart beating as he slumps down on your chest. the same awkwardness from before filling the air as you both come to your senses.
awkwardly get up putting your clothes back on, not saying a word to each other. you head to the bathroom to pee and return, sitting back on the couch packing another bowl and handing it to him. he takes a long hit. resulting in him coughing, he hands it back to you.
“guess valentine’s day wasn’t so boring this year” he manages the get out between coughs. slumping back on the couch looking at the tv watching whatever was playing.
“definitely wasn’t expecting this” your own joke making you laugh, catching his attention. eyes now on you. the silence was deadly but you didn’t have anything to say.
“i like you” he says quietly not sure if you heard him but he knows you did when he notices your face begin to burn firetruck red.
“when did you come to that conclusion?” interested in what he was gonna say because you’re sure it was an in the moment confession nothing he was feeling before today.
“ever since the first time i sold to you, you were beautiful and i never knew how to make the first move until today” your mouth hangs open because never in a million years would you have thought that the guy you despised had completely opposite feelings.
“i had no idea”
“i figured” he takes another hit from your bong before getting up grabbing his things and heading for the door “uh i gotta go, just hit me up next time you need anything”
“wait” you walk over to him, body moving for you confused as to why you got up before blurting out something you couldn’t take back.
“i like you too” coming to the conclusion that those were you feelings all along, not hatred or anger but love.
he smiles at you before leaning in to give you one last finally kiss before heading out the door.
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YOU DODGE THEIR KISSES — JUJUTSU KAISEN
feat : gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi + nanami kento
♱ warnings — sfw, f!leaning petnames, teasing, barely proofread. / note. pls i feel like it’s been so long since i’ve written sfw & jjk [its rly not been] but i missed gojo </3
・✶ ｡ﾟ GOJO SATORU
gojo had been away for a mission before he’d finally returned home to you, but you’d decided to tease him a little — even just to prove how much he’d missed you while he was gone. so you’re quick to retreat from his arm that moves quickly to wrap around your waist when you meet him in the hallway, making him freeze where he’s already leaning in for a kiss before his eyes narrow at your now retreating figure, although he doesn’t say anything. but if you were to cast him a quick look over your shoulder, you’d probably be able to see the way his smirk seems to tug even wider.
you’re already suspicious when gojo doesn’t seem to try again, but this only makes you want to try even harder — making your way up to your boyfriend while he stands in the kitchen before placing your hands against his chest, leaning into ghost his lips before pulling away again. but his fingers are almost too quick to grab gently at your jaw before you can retreat too far, and the smirk he meets you with is so fucking smug when he tilts your head towards his own, leaning in teasingly just like you had— lips ghosting yours but never closing the distance as he holds your gaze.
“oh? you’re so mean, sweet thing.” gojo’s voice is a smooth drawl as he teases you, moving slightly to place a few kisses to the side of your lips, travelling down your jawline to your neck as his other hand presses into your lower back to draw you closer, tracing smooth shapes into the skin underneath your shirt and keeping your chest pressed again his. but he pulls away everytime you try to close the distance with a “nuh ugh..” chuckling before he’s sending you another cocky smirk when he leans in once more. “oh? does my sweet girl need somethin’? tell me how much you missed me then, angel.”
・✶ ｡ﾟ GETO SUGURU
you found it hard enough to resist geto as it was, but you decided that maybe this would kind of be like a test for you too — even just to see if you could do it. you wait until he’s home for the day, immediately coming to find you in the living room while you lie on the couch before he approaches you. “you have a good day, pretty?” he drawls, low and rugged as he lets one of his hands rest against the arm of the couch beside your head before he’s letting himself lean down for a kiss.
he was unfairly handsome, you think as geto’s hulking figure looms over you — dark hair framing his face so beautifully that it almost pains you to move your face to the side and your lips away from his. “my day was fine, sugu.” you finally reply, and you’re almost suspicious at the way your boyfriend remains leaning over you as his other hand begins to smooth along the expanse of your waist. “yeah? you gonna tell me about it?” he asks, earnestly before he leans in again, this time to press his lips against your temple as he continues to smooth his palm in soothing shapes on your skin.
“i didn’t do much.. just relaxed.” you sigh, and he’s looking at you so intently you basically forget about your little plan when he leans in to press another kiss against your cheek with a smooth hum that lets you know he’s listening. geto let’s his palm that rests on your waist smooth higher before he’s letting it rest beneath your chin, tilting your face towards his so he can so easily press his lips against yours. only making you internally curse yourself at the way he so easily made you melt when you feel him smirk into the kiss. “there we go, that’s my girl.”
・✶ ｡ﾟ ITADORI YUUJI
you almost felt bad knowing you were gonna be depriving itadori of his kisses, which was something he took very seriously considering how much he loved them. but you only feel worse when you notice how happy he looks as he returns back to your apartment, giddy smile in place while he approaches you and brings you into a tight hug before leaning in for his kiss. the pout that replaces his grin is almost immediate when he feels you wriggle out of his hold, turning to walk deeper into the apartment instead of swapping spit with him in the hallway like you always did.
but itadori is still so quick to follow you, internally going through too many scenarios in his head about all the things he might’ve forgotten to do before he left — maybe it was the sock in the hallway that did it? did he leave the seat up? “baby? are you mad at me?” he eventually asks with a slight whine to his tone, shoulders already slumped when you cast him a quick glance over your shoulder than only seems to draw him closer. “what do you mean, yuuji?” you reply quickly, letting him wrap his arms around you before his cheek is smooshed against your shoulder with his next grumble.
“you didn’t welcome me home.. i swear i’ll do the dishes for a whole week.” itadori huffs before he lets himself stand up straight again to look at you, lips jutted out into a pout as he sends you a pleading little look that makes you melt. “oh, i must’ve forgot.” you laugh before you lean into give him a quick peck and it makes something warm burst in your chest when he chases your lips for more, grinning when he finally feels them press against his again as he takes the very thing he’s been dying for all day. “wait, so you’re not mad.. right, baby? does that mean i get more?”
・✶ ｡ﾟ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI
megumi was just getting ready to leave to go hangout with itadori when he’d come to see you in the kitchen, ready to give you a kiss goodbye before he left for the day — a tradition he’d quickly fell in love with. he sends you a softer sort of smile as he approaches you, mumbling out a little “i’m ready to leave, message me?” to grab your attention before he leans in subtly. but his eyes widen when you only shrug it off, turning to preoccupy yourself with something on the counter while your boyfriend furrows his brows before clearing his throat a little awkwardly. “i’ll see you later, ‘gumi.”
“are you mad?” megumi blurts out quickly as he suddenly avoids your gaze, fiddling with the hem of his sweatshirt as a subtle pout rests on his lips. “no i’m fine.. why?” “just.. i just got a feeling, do you want me to stay here?” it’s almost adorable the way he’s dancing around just straight up asking you for a kiss, gently shuffling his way closer until he’s resting against the countertop and suddenly avoiding your gaze from where you’re smiling back at him.
“i’ll be back soon.. stop looking at me like that.” megumi huffs, a subtle dusting of pink on his cheeks that makes your smile tug even wider. “but you’re so cute!” although the way your giggle sounds from your lips after makes his lips jut out even more as he rubs awkwardly at the back of his neck. “s-shutup.. would you just say goodbye already?” and you do this time, letting yourself lean in to press your lips against his as he closes the distance eagerly, holding you a little tighter than usual before he breathes out a sigh. “and.. quit teasing me.”
・✶ ｡ﾟ NANAMI KENTO
you were curious to how nanami was going to react considering he was always good at picking up how you were actually feel, and for someone who was always a gentleman you were wondering how he’d take something like this. you wait until you’re making your way into bed beside him, watching the way his lips upturn ever so slightly into a soft sort of smile before he’s expecting you to curl into his side as he reads one of the books he’s been reading recently, one you’d brought home for him.
it had become a sort of nightly routine for you to press yourself into his side while he did so, tapping on his chest for a kiss whenever you were beginning to get a little sleepy and it was the sort of push and pull that was your part of home. but you don’t make it that far before you’re patting nanami on the chest with a sudden “goodnight.” and curling yourself into him just as he leans down to kiss you, like always.
the silence lingers for a few moments, and you almost think he’s just decided to go back to his book until you hear him clear his throat — closing it instead before he’s shifting his body to face you and pull you against his chest. “are you okay, sweetheart? rough day?” nanami asks earnestly when he lets his palm rest against your cheek, tilting your face up to meet his tired gaze from where he’s now resting on his side to look at you. “i’m just tired.” you sigh, earning yourself a hum from the man opposite you before he’s pulling you closer to press his kiss against your forehead instead. “aslong as you’re okay, rest.” but how can you resist going back for your kiss when he’s so sweet.
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Arguments and Confessions {part 2.} (housemate!harry series)
Period Cramps Are No Fun {part 1.} (housemate!harry series)
AN: so after writing part 1. to this, i knew i needed to continue it somewho and this is what i came up with. if you haven't read the previous part, please read that first but it's not mandatory to understand this one. just a recommendation. i hope you enjoy and yes i plan on writing a part three to continue this part as well. make sure to send me your feedback and how you enjoyed it. thank you and enjoy. xoxo
This story contains: smut, one-night stands, arguing (angst), confessions of feelings
{ housemate!harry - friendrry - soft!harry - au harry }
word count- 2,097
After not being able to take one more night of hearing you and your one-night stand have fun in your room, Harry angrily leaves until you're done which leads to apologizing and confessions the following morning.
Ever since your last period a few weeks ago where Harry had to help you in the middle of the night from the amount of pain your cramps were causing you, there has been this lingering tension in the house. You don't know if its from Harry having seen you in such a vulnerable position that night. Or maybe that moment where you could have sworn Harry was thinking of leaning down to kiss you after you shared your gratitude for what he'd done. Either way, the tensions are high and you hate it.
For instance, two Saturdays ago you went out to the club with some friends and end up bringing a guy back home. Harry didn't really care if you brought friends over or people over for a one-night stand as long as they left his stuff alone. That was until he caught feelings for you that you're unaware of.
Anyways, Harry was sat on the couch watching some television show with his cat Pixie in his lap when you came stumbling in the front door with a man by your side. Now you don't always bring home men. You don't sleep around too much but, you dabble here and there when you get just tipsy enough and you're in a desperate need of some real cock.
Harry looked up from the tv screen with an annoyed face. One you've never seen him portray before. Usually when you brought men home he smiled and joked, saying stuff like, "Be safe and make sure you have him wrap it up." Or, "Not too loud, kids. I've got work in the mornin'." Right then, if looks could kill, they would.
To try and have a good rest of your night, you didn't linger in worry over the look Harry gave you and dragged the man you met at the club to your room. Once the moans started, Harry stands from the couch, turning the tv off, and quickly went into his bedroom so he could bury himself under his covers to hopefully drowned out the sounds.
The only reason Harry never tells you to go to their house for the one-night stands is because he feels safer knowing you're here. He can hear if something was to go wrong and you needed help. Otherwise, he would tell you to go back to their house.
When you first moved into his house, Harry never had a problem with hearing moans come out of your room during your one-night stands. He'd drowned them out and move on to what he was doing. But the longer you lived here and the closer you got to one another, the more painful it is to bare. It physically makes him nauseous to think about how another man is making you feel good. Touching you. Fucking you just right. He wished upon anything that it was him.
Seeings as you brought a stranger home, you obviously don't feel the same about him. Or so he thinks. But in reality, you like Harry just as much as he likes you. And the only reason you have one-night stands is you're afraid to share your feelings to Harry because if he doesn't reciprocate, the tension in the house would be ten times worse and you'd probably have to move out. Which means you'd have nowhere to go because he's the cheapest option right now.
Little does Harry know though, everytime you bring a guy back home, as he's fucking you into the mattress, all you can picture is Harry. You picture that guys hands as Harry's hands. You picture that guys dick as Harry's dick. Even the guys face, you close your eyes and imagine it as Harry's perfect face. You're surprised you haven't moaned out Harry's name yet on accident. That would be embarrassing.
You have a feeling Harry doesn't like you in any other way other then just friends too because well, he also has frequent one-night stands over. He invites both men and women to his bedroom to enjoy for the night. You have to sit and suffer as you hear the moans that come out of his room. Just like Harry, when you first moved in it wasn't a big deal. But now, months after living here and the closer you get, the more painful it is.
You wish more than anything you were the people he had in his bed. The one he had under him, or, the one on top of him. Little did you know though for the past few months, every person Harry's slept with he imagines them as you. Whether he has a girl for the night or a boy. Especially when he sleeps with other women because well, you're a women so picturing her as you is easy. With a man it's not as easy but he still subconsciously pictures them as you.
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Currently it's Friday night and after meeting this very hot man at the bar and chatting it up, you decide to take him home with you. You know you should cool it down with all this sleeping around you've been doing recently but the more your feelings grow for Harry, the more you find yourself having one-night stands. Probably to try and ignore those underlying feelings you have towards your housemate.
As you enter the front door with an attractive man in your arms, giggling about something he whispered in your ear, you notice Harry in his usual spot on the couch. His cat Pixie in his lap. But something's different about him tonight. Usually he tiredly smiles at you and jokes around about the things you're about to go do in your bedroom.
Tonight though, he has a deep frown on his face and stands up quicker then you'd ever seen. Grabbing his keys out of the dish by the entryway, Harry spits in a sour tone, "Let me know when you're done, yeah. I'd rather not be here while you're getting fucked by some fuckin' stranger." With that, Harry's out the door in a flash and makes his way to his car in the driveway.
"What's his problem?" your one-night stand questions.
Standing there in shock at how Harry just reacted, you answer just as confused, "Um...... I.. I donno. Usually he's cool when I bring people home." Wanting to at least try and enjoy the rest of your night, you grab the man's arm and drag him towards your bedroom.
This is your first one-night stand that you can say was truly an awful experience. It wasn't so much the guys fault as it was your's. The whole time he was fucking you into the mattress, all you could think about was Harry and how him leaving like he did didn't sit right with you. You hate when people are mad at you and Harry's reaction made it seem like he was very angry with you tonight.
Towards the end of the sex, you became less wet and the sex became more painful. You just weren't turned on at all anymore. You should have told the man to stop but he looked like he was close to coming so you just laid there emotionless until he came in the condom. The man did attempt to make you come by rubbing on your clit but his technique was all wrong and his fingertips felt like dry sandpaper.
Once he pulls out, you stand up to put your clothes back on and as politely as possible request your one-night stand to leave. Most of the time you'll let them stay and you'll cuddle until you both fall asleep but tonight, you didn't want that.
The man leaves in a hurry and as soon as he's out the front door, you text Harry.
To Harry-
he's gone. you can come back home now. going to sleep. night.
From his car, Harry reads the message and makes his way back to his house. He didn't go far. He literally just drove around the neighborhood in circles until you were done. As he pulls back into the driveway, guilt floods his system. He should have never reacted that way. But he just couldn't bare another night of hearing your moans.
Funny thing is, though he now knows you own several sex toys and he assumes you use them from time to time, he's never once heard you masturbate. He'd almost rather hear you moaning from your vibrators then some duchy man.
Harry quietly opens the front door and wishes you weren't asleep right now. He wants to talk to you and properly apologize but he reckons it'll have to wait until morning. He turns all the lights out in the kitchen and living room before going into his bedroom and getting into bed. He hopes he can get at least a little sleep but as of now, his mind is wide awake from guilt and also coming to terms with the fact he actually does like you but not knowing when or if he should tell you that.
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The next morning you're up before Harry and decide to make some coffee. As you're pouring the dark liquid in your cup, Harry walks in the kitchen with a yawn. You turn around and notice how tired he looks. Like he didn't get much sleep last night. "Mornin'." he mutters while scratching his belly.
With a tight lipped smile, you reply, "Morning." to him as well.
Sitting down on a stool at his kitchen island, Harry begins, "Look, I want to apologize for how I acted last night. It was uncalled for. I...."
"No, I get it." you cut him off, "This is your house. I should ask before I bring people over. I just assumed since you've always been so cool about it before that you never had a problem with it. From now on I'll request to go to their house."
"Y/n, that's not it at all. And please don't go to a strangers house. I'd rather you did bring them here so at least I know you're safe when you have one-night stands. But, I'd rather you not have any at all."
Frowning, you bite back, "Then what is it, Harry? You don't want me going to their houses yet you dislike when I bring them here. I've gotta find pleasure somewhere since I don't have an actual boyfriend."
"Why not just use one of the many sex toys I know you have?" Harry comments without thinking and your eyes go wide.
"Wha...What? How do you know about those?"
Giggling arrogantly, he answers, "When you asked me to get you your pain medicine out of your bedside table drawer a few weeks ago. Seen three in there. Classic place to hide them, Y/n. Real classic."
Stuttering, you speak, "I..... I um, it's not the same, Harry! And I could say the same about you. Why don't you just use your hand instead of bringing people over, hm?"
"I use my hand and still bring people home, Y/n. I'm a horny guy. What can I say." You've never seen Harry be so cheeky with his remarks and it's kinda turning you on.
"Okay, so..... like why don't you get yourself a boyfriend or girlfriend?" you question curiously. Ever since living here with Harry he's never had a partner. Just random hook-ups here and there. From your more vulnerable talks, you know he's had partners in the past but he said they never lasted more than a few months and you didn't know the reason.
Breathing deeply, Harry nervously shifts in his seat before spilling, "Because I think I like someone and havin' a girlfriend or boyfriend would make me feel like I'm betraying them."
You notice how nervous Harry appears now. His chest heaves more as he inhales larger breaths. His hands fiddle with the one ring he has on his middle finger. His legs are bobbing up and down. You're scared to ask your next question because depending on his answer, you could get your heart broken.
"Who do you like, Harry?"
"Um..." he starts, "well, she has brown hair and hazel eyes. Very beautiful hazel eyes. Perfect pink lips and an amazing body. She's about 5'5 in height and loves watchin' rom coms on my couch."
Harry is literally describing you but you don't want to assume. Because if it wasn't you, you'd be so embarrassed you guessed yourself. "By chance, what's her name?"
Looking deeply in your eyes, Harry answers clearly, "Her name..... her name is Y/n."
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Friends Who Share Mutual Emotions {part 3.} (housemate!harry series)
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OUHHHH !! and if kook trio reader somehow did end up getting close with jj (its nothing much they were literally just talking n being friendly) but it still caught rafes eyes!! and to him that meant being flirty and ofc he cant have that 🙄
but before he confronts her he will take it up with jj first though.. but u didnt hear that from me
rafe is a menace, but at least he knows it. he admits it. maybank is a dirty pogue, even worse because he takes no accountability. he's clearly playing with you, messing with you somehow.
rafe's been checking, he doesn't think jj's been calling or texting you. but he does know everytime he sees the two of you together, the blond is planning something in his head that rafe can't let him get away with.
kelce and top tell him he's been crazy. he's not, he's being fucking proactive, making sure you don't get defiled by some pogue trash. another thought slips in—defiled by maybank before rafe can defile you.
he corners jj at the beach one day, approaching him and trying to make sure he doesn't dart away before he gets this conversation taken care of.
"hey pogue. gotta talk to you. listen up."
"think i'm gonna pass, rafe, how bout you leave me a voicemail and i'll get back to you never-"
"shut it before i kick you even harder than your dad does. stay away from her." rafe looks him in the eyes, fist clenching. he can't leave a mark on him yet, you'll find out and then you'll get mad like you always do.
"don't know who you're talkin' about. your step-mom? tell her to stop callin' me first-"
"you know exactly who m'talking about. stop talkin' to her. stop lookin' at her. don't even go near her. y'think i'm playin' around? try me. i'll ruin your life and all your little friends too."
jj stares back at him. he wants to swing, knows it since jj's just like him.
"nice chattin', bud. won't be seein' you around, i'm sure."
#this was so fucking good.#this concept goes CRAZAYYYYYY#youre amazing. your mind??!?!#i hope you like im sorry its so short babe#kook trio reader#rafe cameron
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Fem reader, we are a tattooist and Billie lets us tattoo her! :)))
i love this idea so fucking much omg
spine
billie eilish x fem reader
summary: tattooing billies spine:)
warnings: none really
notes: this is mainly based on the req, but it is alittle off, sorry<3 its also alittle rough, i havent written in awhile.
you were billies go to tattoo artist, you were gentle, likable & made sure all your clients were comfy during the process. so automatically billie loved you, and your work was to die for.
you & her were messaging back and forth for awhile cause billie had an idea for a new tattoo. you sorta knew what she wanted & that she wanted it done on her spine. the day she had planned for it to be done rolled around, safe to say you had alittle crush on billie so you were ecstatic.
"heya y/n" billie spoke.
you turned around to see her walking through the door of your small tattoo parlour. a soft smile played on her lips.
"hi bils" you replied mirroring her smile.
she walked closer & sat in the chair next to you. you were finishing drawing up her tattoo, getting ready to print the stencil.
"you nervous? spine tats hurt alot from what i hear" you questioned.
being in the tattoo industry for afew years you knew they hurt, hell you were fulled with tats aswell. but you never really gave a spine one any thought, you've had people in tears from them before.
"yes & no. its a needle going into my skins like thousands of times but its worth it" billie smiled.
printing off the stencil, letting billie undress behind you. you could feel your cheeks heating up from the thought, you had done this so many times but it was different with billie.
you carefully turned around incase she hadn't laid down on the tattoo chair, but thankfully she did and she was texting someone on her phone.
"just putting the stencil on, no needle yet" you reassured.
you found reassurance was a big thing with tattoos, even with people who had hundreds they still enjoy hearing you tell them its only the stencil.
peeling off the stencil, you took a photo to show billie the placing. with her approval you sat down & picked up the tattoo machine.
{ little time skip }
"still going okay bils? you need a break?" you asked.
"nah its allgood, keep doing your thing" she replied.
during the next few hours small talk was made, sitting in silence while tattooing was something you didnt like, but if the client would rather not talk you were fine with it.
"aaand done!" you were proud of your work, the feeling of accomplishment after every tattoo is something you never got sick of.
you got up from your place, a quick stretch then pulled out your phone to snap a pic.
"show me alreadyyyy" billie nagged.
you took the photo, quickly showing billie the art.
"holy shit y/n, thats fucking sick!"
blush crept its way onto your cheeks, a large smile displayed at her compliment.
"thankyou bils" you smiled.
you wrapped her tattoo, going over the aftercare while doing so. turning around to give her some privacy again to dress, you grabbed the pay machine.
small talk was again made while she dressed and you worked out the cost.
"alright, that'll be $975 today bil" you spoke turning around.
"no problem" she replied.
she ended up tipping an extra 150, she had done that everytime she came to you. it always made you smile.
"gotta pay a pretty lady extra" billie winked.
you giggled as she collected her things, walking out the door you said your goodbyes. every time you see her your crush grows more & more.
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White Roses And Lies.
Summary: Rhysand and Y/n realise they might not make it to starfall. They make the most of what they have to celebrate.
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A/n: im convinced rhysie poo is going to murder me because all the fics i have ever written for him are sad 😇
Anyways, this is a lil smth for the third prompt for @starfallweek
(also you can all fault @thehighladywrites for making me hurt rhysie poo because she picked him to be hurt)
Enjoy!
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Y/n glanced up from where she was picking chamomile from the wild bushes in her backyard, her eyes squinting to make out the shape materialising out of nowhere.
"Rhys? Is that you?"
No sooner had the words left her lips that he appeared fully, stumbling forward.
A wide smile split her lips, and she moved too, just happy to see her lover.
It was just one moment before the two of them were wrapped in each other's embrace, but it was enough for Y/n to realise that he did not have the big smile he usually had on when he met Y/n.
He looked haggard, like he hadn't slept or eaten in decades, but what scared Y/n more was the fact that those were tear stains on his cheeks.
He crushed her to his chest, his arms wrapped so tight around her it was hard to breathe. Concerned, Y/n tried to push away from Rhys.
He wouldn't let go.
"They're hunting us." Rhys spoke directly into Y/n ear, pressing his face into her hair.
Y/n froze, her struggle to breathe now forgotten.
"W-what?"
If possible, he pulled her even closer. "My father. He told his courtiers to hunt us. You and me."
All of a sudden, it all clicked for Y/n.
She didn't even bother to pull away from him and ask for an explanation then. She just wrapped her arms around him, and let her head rest on his shoulder, under his jaw.
After all, she knew low born fae and high fae, especially a high lord's heir, were never supposed to even talk, let alone be involved.
She'd always known it was all a moment's bliss, but who could have faulted her for having hope?
"We were always doomed." She mumbled into the expensive fabric of his shirt, a tear escaping her left eye and staining the fine material.
She felt Rhys shaking his head against her, and her heart clenched when a torturous sob ripped out of him.
"Why Y/n?" He questioned, his voice wobbling and choked with tears. "Why us?"
She said nothing, because there was nothing to say. She simply rubbed his back, and let him cry.
"Why couldn't we have been an example that the class system was bullshit? Why could I not have had a better father? Why could I not have been born as a lower fae-"
"Rhys."
"Why did he find out about it? Why-"
"Rhys-"
"Why hasn't he fucking died yet? Why-"
"RHYS!"
He stopped then, stiffening a little.
"Rhys please." Y/n's voice broke, and he finally loosened his hold on her. She quickly drew in a deep breath, her first full one since Rhys had showed up, and looked up at him.
She did not let go of him, but leaned back so she could see him better.
"Its starfall." She smiled a little as she spoke, but apparently that was the wrong thing to say, as another tear escaped those eyes that had captivated her since the moment hers had met them.
"Exactly. I was planning on sneaking away to meet you once the stars started making the journey, and he found me. He broke my mental walls, and he found out."
Y/n swallowed, looking around for anything to help her. She found a flower staring back at her.
A white rose.
The white rose he had gifted her once he had started courting her, one she had decided to plant.
Quietly, she untangled herself from Rhys and walked over to study it. He followed her like she knew he would.
"Do you remember when you first gave me this rose?"
A smile bloomed on his face just like everytime she reminded him of that day. "I can never forget it."
Her face split too at the sight of his happy face. "Me neither."
He stared a the flower a moment longer, then turned to her, the look on his face knowing. "You're trying to distract me, aren't you?"
She grinned sheepishly. "I mean, whatever works, right?"
He laughed, the sound wet and full of sorrow, yet so full of joy as he sat back, his arms coming to rest on his raised knees.
"Y/n... I hope you know I love you. That no matter what tomorrow holds for us, whether they do hunt us down, I will love you forever. Even when I'm nothing but bones and dust in the wind, I'll be yours."
Y/n had to look away at that in order to stop herself from breaking down.
"I do. I love you too Rhys, more than you can know. More than words are capable of expressing."
Rhys glanced up, towards the clear sky, just as a star shot past.
His eyes lit up. "Look!"
Y/n followed his gaze, nodding and laughing at the childlike glee in his voice.
"Starfall has begun." Y/n mumbled, laying her head on his shoulder.
Suddenly, his demeanour changed. "This could be our last starfall."
Y/n sighed. "So let's enjoy it Rhys."
She knew he had a retort at the tip of his tongue, so she pulled away, meeting his eyes as she began pushing him to the dirt so he would lay down.
"It's our last starfall Rhys, so let us enjoy it." She stared at his eyes intensely to make sure he understood. "Hmm?"
He nodded, and she smiled again, laying down next to him, uncaring that her clothes were getting dirty as she lay her head on his chest.
His heartbeat was calm, so at odds with the erratic rhythm it had beat when he arrived.
And so, there, in the middle of nowhere, on the hard ground in front of Y/n's small hut, under the star filled sky, Y/n got lost in the soft sounds of Rhys's breathing.
And sure, those were the sounds of warriors and fae males who served the high lord coming closer, and those were definitely the barks of the hunting hounds, but here, nothing existed other than Y/n and her lover.
Not an heir, not a high born fae. Not a low born fae, not the scum stuck under the boot of the higher ups.
Just him, and her.
And as she felt his presence in her mind, grabbing hold of her conscious, she smiled and closed her eyes- the white rose twinkling in the light like an enchantment her last sight, a testament to their love- content and satisfied despite the unexpected and quick end to their story.
Go to sleep my love. I'll be there when you wake up.
Y/n didn't point out that she knew it was a lie, for right now, that was all she needed as she lost herself.
Lost herself in the sound of his voice in her mind, his scent in her lungs and his love in her heart.
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dancing with our hands tied (part i)
jamie tartt x female reader // nsfw 18+ // enemies to lovers // fwb
masterlist // read on ao3
summary: wearing the jersey of your self-proclaimed enemy wasn't supposed to go like this.
word count: 2.8k
decided to post this fic to tumblr! not sure if i will be doing a taglist, but i will be tagging each part with jamie tartt x reader + jamie tartt smut so if you are following those tags religiously (like me) then you can find it lol. its also on ao3 and will likely get updated there first if you'd like to subscribe that way.
big shoutout to @whimsical-roasting for drafting this in our dms in a haze one night LMAO i would not have been able to write this without her<3333
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“No no no, there is no way I’m wearing that.”
Opposite of you, your best friend, Laney, stood with two Richmond jerseys in her hands. One said ‘Tartt’ across the back, the other, ‘McAdoo,’ but you already knew which one she wanted to wear. She had a raging crush on Isaac, so that left only one option for you.
And there was no way you were wearing Jamie Tartt’s fucking jersey.
You would never hear the end of it. As part of the team’s physio team, you had a good rapport with most of the players. You complimented them when they had a good match and joked around while working with them through their physical therapy treatments.
You had a decent working relationship with everyone on the team.
Everyone except for Jamie Tartt.
There was no question that since his return to Richmond, he had become a changed man, but his past words had left a lingering resentment. You didn’t think you were in the wrong to simply avoid interacting with the man. He hadn’t often been seen in the treatment room, and when he had, you typically passed off his treatment to another member of the team, along with some flimsy excuse for why you couldn’t do it.
But recently, as he trained more with Coach Kent outside of the dog track, he’d needed additional treatment. And as the new lead of the physio team, you were in charge of his treatment plan.
In recent months, especially since working more closely with him, he’d started to notice the difference in behavior from you, leading to all sorts of jests and confrontations. Now, it seemed like he just got a kick out of teasing and inevitably pissing you off. You couldn’t help but fire some scathing shots back. What started out as a simple plan of avoidance had clearly backfired.
Now everytime he needed assistance with muscle cramps or pain medication, you got a conversation full of sarcasm and questions. It almost felt like sometimes he came in just to rile you up.
Just last week, Jamie came in to check on his ankle after a bad landing at training. You examined his leg and he made comments the entire time you had your hands on him.
“You know, I get waxed. Weekly. Everywhere.”
You had stumbled ever so slightly as you’d gone to grab an ice pack. You cringed inwardly, knowing this would only add more fuel to Jamie’s fire. You were tired of him getting the best of you, making you flustered. You wanted to fight back.
Turning back to him with the ice pack, you stared at him directly.
“Show me,” you challenged.
Jamie’s face held an incredulous expression.
“You mentioned it— you clearly want to,” you reasoned, shrugging your shoulders, “So show me.”
You hoped your confidence in calling his bluff worked in your favor, and his face showed that he was clearly surprised by this turn of events. You couldn’t tell what he would do next. He rolled his eyes with that smug smirk on his face before he raised his eyebrows and lifted his shirt up.
Sure enough, his chest was bare, showing off his sculpted muscles.
Jamie leisurely lounged across the treatment table, chest exposed, and you would be lying if you said your mouth didn’t water a little bit at the sight. Even after being around athletes on a daily basis, there was something about Jamie that just— hit different. His cockiness was surely annoying, but it was also incredibly arousing, as much as you hated to admit it. You felt a squeeze in your chest but you bit your tongue to keep yourself in line. There was no way that thought would ever bear fruit.
You shoved the ice pack into his lap, making sure some of it landed on the bare skin of his stomach, watching as he flinched a little bit at the abrupt action and cold temperature of the pack.
“Ice your ankle for twenty minutes, then stay off it the rest of the day,” you informed him, acting like the last few moments hadn’t happened. “You’ll be good to train tomorrow.”
Jamie scoffed at your indifference. He grasped the ice pack fully and let his shirt slide back down.
“Sure, love, I’ll do that.”
He knew you hated it when he called you by a pet name. That only made him use them more. You glanced back at him, staring into his eyes for a moment before you grabbed your bag.
The tension in the room was palpable before you’d headed out to check on the rest of the players at training. You hadn’t said anything else as you’d left.
So, yeah. There was no way Jamie Tartt would ever let you hear the end of it if you showed up in his jersey number.
“Oh, come on!” Laney pleaded. “I don’t want to wear a jersey alone.”
“Plenty of people do!”
“Yeah, but plenty of people don’t get to go behind the scenes and actually speak to the players,” she gushed. “I don’t want to meet them and look stupid all alone.”
“So instead, you want me to look stupid with you,” you gave her a flat look.
She smiled mischievously. “What? I thought it would be funny. You complain about him all the time.”
If only she fully comprehended the validity behind your complaints.
You knew there was no way you were ever going to win this fight, so you slipped on the jersey and braced for impact. You were happy to have Laney come along to a game, especially since you didn’t always attend matches and her being a big Richmond fan gave you an excuse to watch. You wanted today to be good, not just for you, but for her too. It was exciting to be able to take your best friend on a little ‘backstage’ tour during gameday.
You hoped today would be good, and that you wouldn’t have any run-ins with the man who made your blood boil.
Alas, not even twenty minutes later, as you walked into the back of the Nelson Road stadium through the employee entrance, you promptly ran into none other than Jamie Tartt.
“Well well well, I didn’t realize someone was such a big fan,” the familiar Mancunian accent taunted behind you.
You tried not to visibly cringe as you turned around to face Jamie. He was not yet in his kit, still wearing his street clothes: a monochrome denim set. It was frankly unfair how well the jeans fit him, but you refused to let your gaze linger for more than a few seconds.
“Oh my, it's the infamous Jamie Tartt,” Laney greeted him playfully. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Your jaw clenched at her words as she reached out to shake his hand. He eagerly accepted.
“Have you?” he asked with a mischievous look in your direction that made you roll your eyes.
Laney nodded emphatically. “She talks about you all the time.”
You nudged her shoulder to get her to stop talking but she just looked at you innocently. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it seemed like Jamie did too.
“Oh, does she?” Jamie questioned.
He was eating this up. His face was smug and you were sure this would haunt you for weeks to come.
“Laney, why don’t you go get some snacks? Shouldn’t be a line since we are here a bit early. I’ve got to talk to Jamie before the match,” you said. “I’ll meet you at our seats?”
You smiled sweetly at her, but underneath the nice layer, you knew your eyes held an anger that had her quickly waving goodbye and scurrying off. You were more than happy to have her accompany you to a match, but this entire interaction was reminding you of why you hadn’t invited her sooner.
For a moment, you just stared at him. It was hard to look him directly in the eye sometimes. Despite the headstrong front you kept up, you weren’t used to dealing with such interactions. You weren't stupid, you knew that this dance you two engaged in fell close to flirting (at least that’s what Laney said), and when you looked directly at him, you remembered just how fucking hot he was.
It wasn't just his physical attributes. Sure, he was in excellent physical shape, and his hair looked particularly perfect ever since he started going a bit blond, and his lips were always in a little pout, just begging to be kissed. But it was also a little more than that. Seeing him step up to lead as they began Total Football, working as a team player while also getting in extra workouts to be the best he could be. You weren't blind. You could see his internal changes on the outside, somehow. He didn't seem as cold. He didn't seem as distant and prickish. Jamie’s change in demeanor changed how everyone saw him including himself.
And he seemed to look even hotter than he used to.
Was it possible for someone to just keep getting more and more attractive?
It was part of the reason he drove you up the wall. How did he so perfectly remain just a little bit of a prick while also being a better person? And why did he have to look so pretty while doing it?
More and more people were making their way through the hallway as the dog track got ready for the match, and Jamie still stood in the middle, with an innocent, questioning look directed towards you.
You huffed before you grabbed his arm and shoved him into the treatment room. Even if he was acting oblivious to spectators, you didn’t want to put on a show when you once again ripped him a new one.
His face was still prickish as you turned to look at him. He was clearly enjoying this much more than you were.
“So you talk about me when I ain’t around, love?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
“No, I don’t,” you said firmly. “And don’t call me ‘love.’”
He pursed his lips, “Seems like you do… love.”
He smiled cheekily at you and it took everything in you not to roll your eyes at him. Instead, you crossed your arms and put on what you hoped was your most serious face.
“I talk about everybody,” you defended, but he clearly wasn’t listening.
“Hmmm, and what do you say about me?” Jamie scratched his chin to mock being in deep concentration.
“Mostly, I tell people you’re a pain in my ass.”
The statement seemed to shock Jamie out of his act and he narrowed his eyes at you. You knew it wasn’t the best idea to have a sparring match with a footballer right before a game. They were pent up with nerves and adrenaline as they prepared.
After a moment of no response, you expected the conversation to be over and began to move toward the door, when he finally spoke up.
“Bend over, I’ll show you a pain in the ass.”
Now you’re the one who’s speechless. You let out a breathless laugh of shock, before rolling your eyes. You continued on your way to the door, moving to leave him in the room alone. Just as you go past him, he playfully smacks your ass. Before you have a chance to even choose your reaction, you let out what can only be described as a whimper mixed with a moan.
You whirl around to look at him, and you both seem to be shocked by the noise. You can tell your face is burning with embarrassment as you stare at each other in a momentary state of shock.
He recovers first, letting out a breath of a laugh. A smirk dances across his face.
“Liked that, did you?” he taunted.
You clearly didn’t recover as quickly, your reply coming out weaker than you’d like. “Shut up, Tartt.”
He stepped a little closer to you, and you stepped back instinctively, before you ran into the table set up next to the door.
“I liked hearin’ it,” he said, his voice coming out like a rough whisper.
It all happened so fast. One moment you were barely processing how close the two of you were. Making direct eye contact, breathing the same air. In the next moment, you had spun around, shoving your own pants down around your knees as you heard him unzipping his jeans. He gripped your waist as he spanked you again, and you didn’t even try to suppress the moan that left your lips.
He slid his dick in easily, and you were surprised at how wet you’d become from simply arguing with the man. He held you against his chest as he thrust into you, pressing a messy kiss to your neck, sucking slightly. Part of you was worried about him leaving a mark, but the thought was pushed to the back of your mind as he continued his journey along your neck. He raised your knee higher to rest against the table for a better position, and you groaned in unison as he thrust deeper inside you. You let your head fall back against his shoulder, leaning against him.
“You wanted this real bad, huh, angel?” he asked.
You nearly wept at the pet name. You made a noise of protest, but your voice came out near breathless from the intensity of it all. You felt like your knees would buckle from the sensation, so you gripped the table in an attempt to not fall.
“Fuck you— you wanted it more,” you defended, but just as you spoke, he hit deep inside you and left the end of your sentence turning to mush as you moaned.
The table wasn’t enough to grab onto, so you reached back and started to grip the strands of his hair. He groaned directly into your ear, and you felt your knees nearly give out entirely.
“Damn, you look so pretty with my name on your back and my dick inside you,” he mumbled as he ran his hand up to grip at your throat. The action wasn’t gentle, but the pressure was perfect.
You’d almost forgotten you were wearing his name across the back of your jersey. Of course he would think it was hot.
It surprised you when you realized you found it kind of hot too.
“Don’t get used to it,” you warned, “This isn’t happening again.”
Your harsh words felt like they had no meaning as you bucked against him. His own hips rose up to meet your own. Truth be told, you were getting your shit rocked and were already wondering when you could fuck him again. You felt your brain short circuiting. Your breaths were shallow as he moved his hand up to your mouth.
You bit his hand out of frustration, making him hiss and thrust his hips faster. He shoved his fingers into your mouth and you sucked instinctively, causing him to whine.
“Jamie,” you gasped around his fingers, “I-I’m close.”
“Me too, love,” he panted in reply. You didn’t have it in you to correct him over the pet name, overcome with the sensations coursing through your body.
He removed his fingers from your mouth and snaked his hand down your body to find your clit, adding extra pressure. He knows just the right way to move his fingers that has you falling apart in mere moments.
When you come, he turns your head to plant a wet, sloppy kiss on your lips as you both find your release. You find yourself kissing him back intensely, chasing his lips once he finally pulls away.
Your knees are weak at this point, fully leaning against him for support once he finally slips out of you and pulls his jeans back up. Before he has a chance to say anything between breaths, you reach for a towel off the shelves above you and clean yourself off.
You’re still out of breath as you finally look over at him. His face is shiny with sweat and you fear you look the same. You’ll have to stop by the restroom before you meet back up with Laney.
Laney.
The thought of your friend has you glancing at the clock on the wall, cursing yourself. Everything starts to come into clear view, and you wonder how you let things go this far. You just fucked Jamie Tartt. How the hell did that just happen?
You press your lips in a firm line. You try to keep your hands from visibly shaking.
“This is never happening again,” you tell him again, as you reach for the door handle to exit.
As you open the door, Jamie scoffs.
“Sure, love,” he says, sauntering through the door that you opened, “I’ll see you after the match.”
He leaves you with a wink before heading off to get ready for the match. If you thought he would be unbearable about the jersey, you had just made the entire situation so much worse.
You weren’t sure how long you stood in the treatment room before you finally left as well.
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