#also i will wear a normal bra. after all of that i still exposed myself and i just… i really didn’t need to lmao
Text
A day at quadrant: LN4
Author note: I don’t even know how to post anything on this and never wrote a fic but I hope this is good but I think it’s pretty shit and I haven’t finished it yet and if any writers want to use this idea you can for sure just @ me please oh and if you have feedback please let me know thanks xx
Lando x quadrant fem reader
Blurb: reader is a member of quadrant, she games most of the time but also likes f1 along with her best friend Ria bish. She is friends with all members at quadrant and finds it a good laugh with all her mates, but maybe her view of someone in particular is more than a mate..
Warnings: sexualising, swearing, mention of a gun, leaked tape, sad distraught reader, friends to maybe lovers if I make it a series? Smut-ish? If I missed any let me know (I don’t know how to do warnings sorry x)
I woke up late again today. The mornings aren’t made for me. I just can’t do it. I love the feeling of sinking into my bed for 20 hours. But I can’t today, I have 4 people with cameras recording waiting for me to bloody get up and start filming a video for quadrant. But I’m not complaining because this is my job and something I like to do. I try to be in most videos and do my part, but it’s not like Lando gets that mad if I miss a few videos, but from my fucked sleep schedule, I don’t think he will like if I miss another one after I skipped the last 3.
I realise the time and see Lando, Ria, Ethan, and Max spamming my phone to get on. Fucking hell. I don’t even think to get changed, i just checked all my lash extensions were on, tied up my hair, and brushed my teeth. I probably look like shit but I did this to myself. “Better late than never I guess” max says rudely to take the piss out of me. Everyone knows my bad sleep schedule and how moody I am in the morning and after he’s done that, I’m not having it.
“Sorry guys my alarm didn’t go off but I’m here now ahaha” you say trying not to make an unhinged comment to clap back at max. “Y/n girl I missed you where have u fucking been!” Ria says. Ria is my bitch, we ride together, we die together, Ria is my best friend. “Me too Ria!” I say back politely.
“Alright enough mucking about we have to record this video mate” Ethan jokingly says and makes Ria and I laugh. “What r we even playing again” i question. “we are playing gartic phone you muppet” Lando tries to say but starts laughing at Y/n. “Why r u laughing mate” I say confused then realise wtf I’m doing. I’m wearing my pajamas, not my normal pajamas my fucking tiny, tight lace top that could pass for a bra if you squint your eyes. It hits me and I shit myself realising I have a camera filming me and recording everything.
“Omg I’m so sorry fuck I forgot let me change” I panicked in saying quickly. “Who said to change” Lando bluntly says. I was stopped in your tracks. Excuse me? Lando? As if he just said that. “Um my tits are almost exposed on camera and i look like a hoe” I say. My manager is definitely gonna get me in trouble for that. “Woah y/n you fucking hottie” Ria says when she looks at me from my camera. I get nervous in my stomach and naturally run to go grab a hoodie, luckily i live in a small apartment so it didn’t take me long. “Um sorry guys sorry let’s just move on I forgot sorry sorry” i say nervously.
“Yeah alright let’s go I’ll send you the link Y/n” Ethan kindly says which is unlike him being a dickhead most of the time as a joke to piss me off. I like Ethan though I think he’s funny and actually caring about us all and our business. “So do we write a prompt then get someone else’s to draw and keep going” max says like he didn’t ask to play it. “Yeah but make it funny about us and f1 the viewers will fucking love it” Lando says. I still can’t believe what Lando said. I join the game and wait for everyone else to join. I started to feel the panic caving in on my chest and texted Lando.
lando wtf was that?
I send quickly
what was what?
He replied back
The fucking comment like I know I’m sorry and shouldn’t have worn that before chucking something on top but why did you say that Lando
I started to let everything out on accident, but I had every right to, he was my friend and said that I should not have changed from my top that was basically lingerie.
fuck I was just joking
He replied back bluntly.
Why do I feel sad that he said that. Did he think I looked bad in it? Did he think I was looking like a hoe? Fuck why did I talk to him like that he’s my boss!
“Alright we’re starting now lock in don’t say any dumb shit” Max says right before filming the intro and starting the game. I don’t know what prompt to write. Then I get an idea to do Ethan and ginge in the sauna with Lando from a video they did a week ago. I submit it and then recieve a prompt. I bursted out laughing when reading it in my head and looking at my atrocious drawing. It’s a drawing following the prompt of Max’s bunda blocking Landos old fiat jolly, but I drew their hair orange on accident. I kept playing the game and do a few more rounds and have a laugh until we stopped recording.
The rest of the day was pretty chill as I was tired and it was a week day so i stayed at home until I feel asleep watching a movie. I wanted to get sleep like I always do but extra sleep tonight because tomorrow we were all hanging out for lunch and a chat to talk about future video ideas. Was it bad I wanted to look really good? Surely not right?
I woke up and this time remembered to change my top. I picked out a cute off the shoulder knit long sleeve top and some jeans. They made me look good with my tanned skin and made me feel just as good. I straightened my hair, brushed my teeth, and did my makeup ready to go to the cafe we were meeting up at. We always watch the video our editor puts together while we meet up at the cafe spot every week, it’s basically a routine.
Ria and I hugged each other then went to the table both fashionably late. I saw Lando, Steve, Aarav, Max, and Ethan sitting there on the big table with two spots saved. One next to Steve, and one next to Lando. After my short blunt convo with Lando I decided I wanted to sit next to Steve, but that was overruled when Ria already sat down. Well fuck isn’t this awkward. Can I order a gun?
“Hi Y/n” he says looking at me. Why is my stomach already curling into a ball. “Um hi Lando” I say quietly. I am a bit too close to home for my liking as the table was a bit small but it’s fine. We all ordered our food and I ordered some avocado toast trying to be healthy and aesthetic knowing well I end up eating some of everyone else’s food lol. Lando like the child he is ordered pancakes.
“Im sorry about what i said yesterday, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable or anything it just came out im sorry”. Lando says politely. Did I misinterpret his message? Why is he nice now? Why is my stomach tied up into knots? WHY AM I WEAK IN THE KNEES?
“Oh it’s all good I’m sorry idk why it didn’t click to change out of that fucking slutty top like a normal person” I blurt out. “Woah why are you so hard on yourself, calm down Y/n it’s completely fine and it was a nice top anyways, it looked good on you.” he said. EXCUSE ME? “Thanks?” I said confused. Thank fuck the food came otherwise I would have fainted at the awkwardness.
The food was good, Lando didn’t talk nor did I the rest of the lunch. Then we watched the video that came out. My heart sinks. The start of the video showing our cameras in the intro has me at the start or the whole morning, in that fucking top on YouTube. “Wait-fuck what why am I in there wearing that how did the editor get that clip it’s not even from the same time frame. I panicked. I was about to cry. All the comments were already flooding in hating on me saying I was attention seeking in that top. “Please get it down, please please ” I started crying already in Rias arms. Lando looked angry. “Who the fuck put that clip of her in it” he said angrily. He calls the editor who made the video on speaker. 0.00001 seconds after the editor answer Lando is already yelling.
“WHY THE FUCK DID YOU PUT THAT CLIP OF Y/N YOU DIDNT EVEN ASK HER OR CARE YOU PURPOSELY DID IT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST DID! GET IT DOWN NOW”. Lando yells before hanging up knowing the editor got the message. I’m are still shaking and trying to not bawl your eyes out with just a few tears. “Lando it’s my fault you didn’t have to yell at him like that sorry” i say weakly. “NO ITS NOT YOUR FAULT BECAUSE YOU DIDNT EVEN KNOW IT WAS FILMED AND CLIPPED YET AND HE PURPOSELY DID IT, ITS LIKE HE WANTED TO HURT YOU. FUCKING DICKHEAD”. Lando yells. Out of instinct i just run and give him a long hug. My head sinks to his chest. He holds me tightly as i hold onto him for a while.
I go back to your apartment that night. I’m just sad. Especially after reading all those comments about me. I try to ignore them all but they keep flooding in like rapid fire. I automatically give in and go on my phone. But to my confusion I’m getting tagged on twitter instead.
Fucking hell. When I thought this couldn’t get worse.
There is a video going around with hundreds of thousand of retweets already. It’s a sex tape of a girl which confuses me so I click onto it. Oh my god. It’s a deep fake of my face and that lacy bra thing on a random sex tape. I can’t do this anymore. I wish I didn’t exist. Naturally i call our quadrant group chat. Everyone answers immediately leaving me to realise they have seen it too. “Guys, I am fired” I say while bawling my eyes out. “Y/N I’m coming now with Lando” Ria says while in her car on her way to my apartment. I can’t even process what Ethan and Steve are saying cause my mind is just blurry and I’m a mess.
5 minutes later a knock is on my door and it’s Ria with Lando. I just cry in her arms and start rambling on about how my life is over. “Y/n that editor is going to jail, the YouTube vid is down and all of our socials are deactivated for now, talk to us if you need now” Lando says calmly to me. I just hug him tightly. “Can you tell everyone that’s obviously not me please” I say weakly. Ria is making me mac and cheese cause she knows it’s my favourite. “Of course I will and I will get this fixed Y/n for now just let us take care of you and get better.” Lando says. His touch is making me feel better if I’m being honest. “Thanks guys for coming over tonight, can you guys stay I’ll sleep on the couch and you guys take my bed” I say calmly as I’m starting to get her my bearings and feel a little better about everything.
“You’re not sleeping on the couch.” Lando and Ria both say straight away after my words. “Lando has a race next week so he should fuck his back up on the couch again like he did that one night he got drunk at the club last month” Ria says jokingly. “Is it okay if I’m in the bed with you?” Lando says maturely (shocking I know). “Yeah it’s fine if it is fine with you” I say back. “Yes it’s completely fine.” Lando replied quickly. I go to change into my pajamas. I see that bloody top. I don’t think twice after ripping it into pieces with my hands and teeth before chucking it out. “Fuck that ahahha” I said laughing as all the lace misses the bin but I ignore it. Ria Lando and I all start watching a movie together, Ria asks me which movie and I try to think of a normal movie I want to watch but I’m not sure why ratatouille is speaking out to me but I choose ratatouille like the wise mature person I am. Lando starts laughing obnoxiously which makes Ria and I start to as well. “It’s a good fucking movie shut up” I say defending myself laughing.
We are watching ratatoullie all together while I’m snuggled up in between Ria and Lando feelin comfortable and safe. My mind starts to forget a little bit about the stupid video situation. I don’t know why but my legs somehow ended up over landos. Whoopsies. I feel happy and safe with him, he had always been a good friend to me and always fun to be around. We all get tired after the movie ends and go to bed to sleep, well Ria goes to the couch to sleep.
Something inside of me wishes this isn’t the last time Lando is in my bed..
Should I finish this idk what I’m doing but I myself am going to bed too xx - author
thanks to these lovely authors who inspired me to write ahahahha:
@mariahcarreyyy @f1goat @uglyducklingofthe2000s @vivwritesfics
86 notes
·
View notes
Text
thinking of playing truth or dare with a bunch of other lesbians. maybe, by coincidence, they're all taller and older and have that glint in their eye that makes me want to kneel.
it starts normally, with everyone playing along. I'd have to answer some questions that make me flush, have to do some dares, all that.
eventually, though, they start picking on me. it's supposed to be a random spread, right, but more and more often I'm the one being asked. maybe they like how I stammer through questions, or like how I flush as I'm told what to do and yet always follow through.
eventually, I'm asked a simple question—whether I want the game to continue normally, or if I want every question to be poised at me. I answer honestly, as that is what I was told to do.
I'm pushed into the center of the circle, the gap closing behind me as they shuffle around, and I feel thoroughly exposed, everywhere I turn a half-dozen pairs of hungry eyes face me.
I'm made to admit things about myself—how I love when women dominate me, though they knew that by now, how I love when they're mean and rough and unfair and make me debase myself, which they also knew, but hearing me stammer it out knowing it'll only fuel their flame makes them oh-so-excited.
I'm made to strip, though very slowly, starting with my bra, then my panties, and I can feel the brush of fabric against my bare skin as I sit in the middle, feel those hungry eyes graze over my body, knowing just what they can see and how much more they'd like to.
again, I'm made to admit things about myself, though the questions get more piercing, more intimate, more personal. I admit that I want to do more anal, I admit that if I knew every attendant was a woman that I'd happily tend a glory hole, and even that, if told to, I'd wear a plug in public, and I simply flush as they ask how fat it could be.
with all that revealed, they strip me down to nude. they take a few minutes to talk about my body, how my fat tits sag on my chest, talk about my stretch marks, talk about how good my ass would look beaten bright red, how my nipples are begging to be pierced.
then I'm made to tug and pinch at my own nipples, and slap my face and my ass as hard as I can, and bend over and spread my ass and give everyone a view, and run fingers through my slick and suck them until I gag, and I do, happily, and I'm all dazed and flush and it's only the beginning.
one comes back with a bag of toys and lube, and it's thrown into the center, and I can see wicked grins all around as I dump out the contents. I'm told to lube up the fattest plug in there, and even after three lube-soaked fingers stretch my ass I still can't make it fit, at least until one comes up behind me, forces my ass up and my head down, presses her knee on the plug and pushes like she doesn't give a shit about me, because she doesn't, and I howl as the plug pops into me and she walks away, and I'm left so stuffed I feel I can't move, and maybe I can't, but I'm lifted by my shoulders onto a monstrous dildo, far bigger than anything I've taken before plugged or not, and it's too big but I can feel gravity weighing me down and there's hands and fingers all over me, frigidly cold ones and warm ones and ones with rings and tongues with piercings and I whimper and I'm so wet and I feel myself slide down, feel it spread my insides rough and uncaring, until I'm flush to the floor and can feel it piercing my gut.
the night goes as a blur after that—at some point the plug is tugged out roughly and replaced with thick butch fingers, eventually the toy is replaced with a knotted one and they laugh at how easy I take it, at some point fake cum lube is being pressed into me and I can hear the sound of pictures being taken, of my gaped and abused holes oozing cum, and they laugh and I flush but I know I'll fuck myself to those pictures later.
at some point the fingers in my ass add another and another and then curl into a fist, and another hand does the same to my cunt, and I'm so wet and fucked out that it's unbearable nut just bearable enough, and they're laughing at me as they tug in and out roughly and my dumb little head can do nothing but enjoy it like the sick slut I am.
and then at some point someone spits on my face, and then another, and then another, and then a boot is smearing it over my face and my makeup is fucked and I can't help but drag my tongue over the rubber sole and it tastes clean, but I have no way of knowing that, but I lap and clean it anyway, because that's what good sluts do.
and then in the morning I'd wake up aching like hell in a big fluffy bed with sticky, warm bodies pressed against me and I'd fall back asleep and I'd be happy.
or whatever
#wlw nsft#wlw smut#nsft wlw#nsft lesbian#god i wish that was me#but actually#this is entirely self indulgent#I'm not sorry
144 notes
·
View notes
Text
Couples Therapy (part 3)
So, let's fast forward to Monday. We did somewhat of the same things on Sunday as we did the day before just training on everything really. Just like before I was restrained in the bed and had a butt plug in again. I think I was starting to get use to sleeping like this, but it was still rough to sleep like this. On Monday morning we woke up early and Jennifer immediately got me out of bed and took me to the bathroom wear we both got naked. Then we got in the shower, and she told me I needed to wash her before I wash myself. Then she said, "Before we shower, I need to use the toilet." Then she goes into the little room with it in there and after she had sat down, she called me to come in there, so I did. I stood there like a good sissy in front of her. She had never done this before she had peed with me in the room that never this, she was taking a shit aww it stunk I wanted to walk out, and she told me to stay put and not to move. When she was done, she said, "Ok sweetie normally If we were not getting in the shower, you would clean my ass and pussy with toilet paper and wipes ok this is part of your new life." She then got up and walk up and as she did, she said, "Make sure you flush that." So, I did as I was told the followed her to the shower. When we go in there, she in under the warm water and says told me to start with her hair and scrub it good with shampoo and conditioner. Then she had me go over her whole body with my bare hands with soap, touching every part of her body especially her dirty shitty ass. I her shit on my hands I felt so gross, but she gave me soap to wash my hands off then I went back over her whole body again with soap and a loofa. After I got her clean, she stood under the running water and watched me wash my self and get clean with her products. I still had the wig glued to my head and that would not come off I was stuck on good, but I could wash it like it was my own hair. And I also still had the boobs on my chest that would not come off. When I was done washing, she told me to get her towel and I came back, and I dried her off. Then i could go get my towel and dry myself off. Then we went to the sink and mirror and we both did our hair and makeup just the way she had taught me. We proceeded to get dressed she got dressed in her usual tight black or grey skirt and one of many solid colored blowses. She made me wear a matching grey bra and thong panty set with a black thy length sun dress with grey strappy pumps. Then we went out had a small bight of breakfast and she gave me a pill again. Ever since Friday evening she had been giving me a pill in the at night and in the morning. I asked her what that pill was for that I never had to take before and she just told me not to worry I was for the physical and mental pain. I didn't understand but I just went with it because you know Jennifer knows best. I thought I was just thinking that but just have said it out loud under my breath and she heard me. She said, "OH my sweety what is with the attitude?" "I have something to fix you attitude." She then went to her closet and came back to the kitchen and actually got on her knees in front of me and lifted my dress and pulled down my panties exposing my dick in the cage. She had what looked like just some wires and she attached them to then cage then pulled my panties back up and before they were all the way up she attached all the wires to a little metal tube and put the tub in the little pocket in the crotch of my parties and pulled the back up. Then so got of and said, "If your going to be disrespectful to me or anyone or out of line this is what will happen." She then picked up her phone and did something then all of a sudden. I had extreme pain running through my balls and dick I crouched holding my crotch. She then said, "You will get a shock if you are out of line and that was a three and it goes to ten."
We then got all our things we needed for the day at work and went down the elevator to our waiting car and driver. We sat in silence on our ten-minute ride to work. We get to the office, and we go in the building and Jennifer is introducing me to everyone starting in the lobby with security tell then this is Ashley she is Mr. James new secretary as she would say with a giggle. All the men had surprised looks on their faces because I still had my same facial features and wasn't quite passible in the face. All the women had grins on their faces when she would introduce me, like they knew and liked what she was doing to me. We then made our way to Mr. James's office wear my desk was right outside his office. We went in and William was sitting at his desk on his computer. Jennifer said to William, "Hey sir I want to introduce you to my project from this weekend." " This Is Ashley your new secretary." He was still looking at his computer and said, " Nice to meet you, Ashley." "What happened to Adam?" As he looked up from his computer and it hit him who I really was. He said under his breath, " You pore man, but I guess it's fitting for you because you were a male secretary which is ever worse that being a male nurse cause it's definitely not as noble of a job." "But wow you look very nice Ashley." As he came over to me and looked me up and down. He was a very tall and muscular black man Ho was super intimidating when standing close to you looking down at me eyeing me up looking me up and down objectifying me. Now I knew what women felt like when guys did this to them.
After we got past all the introductions around all four floors of the office building the firm had leased for all the attorney's and paralegals that the firm needed to function daily. Jennifer went to her office, and I went back to my desk to begin our day and work week. I was doing my job just like any other day all the duties of a secretary. Then about a little over halfway through the day after lunch I had to use the restroom. So, I went to Jennifers office, and I told her my dilemma that I didn't know what to do. Which bathroom do I use? She said, " Oh yeah I guess I didn't think about that, you could be in danger of some kind in the men's bathroom and women probably don't feel comfortable with you in there bathroom yet." "So, I have an idea while we are at the office just use the unisex bathrooms on the other side of the building from your desk." I must have rolled my eyes cause that's a really long walk especially in heels, so I headed back to my floor and to the bathroom to relieve myself. I made it to the bathroom and walked in and sat on the toilet because with this cage on my dick pee would go everywhere if I tried to stand. I no longer sat down on the toilet, and I received a shock ever harder than that last feeling it not just in my genitals but up in my stomach and down my legs and then I got a text on my phone from Jennifer that said, "That's for rolling your eyes and pouting about having to walk across the office in heels." So, after I could collect myself, I washed up and went back to my desk to continue my work for the rest of the day.
The rest of the week went pretty normal, well the new normal as my life now dressed as a girl. The new normal of Jennifer and I having our evening and morning rituals to go to bed and wake up. One this that was weird what Mr. James every time he would come out of his office, he would make a flirty comment this could me actually sexual harassment but If I said anything to HR, I would have hell to pay when I got home. He would also call me in his office to ask the normal questions he would always need to ask and conversations we needed to have which were mostly work related and at the same time try to cop a feel of my butt. Then Thursday afternoon about an hours before we went home. Mr. James calls me in his office and said, "So you and Jennifer are not going to be here tomorrow because of you Therapy appointment." He told me he wanted to give me something before the weekend. So, I walk around his desk and stood next to me like a good little sissy and I looked down and saw Mr. James has his dick out and it was semi chub. He pulls me in close and roles his chair out and he sat me on his lap where I could feel his fat cock starting to twitch against my ass. Then he whispered in my ear he wanted me to get under his desk and I immediately got nervous. Then ass I was sitting there on his lap. I got a little bit of a shock to my genitals then my phone went off I had a text from Jennifer and all it said was, "DO IT." So, I did what I was told I was under my bosses' desk he took his dick and slapped me on the face with his dick then I grabbed it with both my hands and looked at it nervously. I then put my lips on it and kissed it and wrap my lips around it and sucking and I started to just suck it vigorously. a few minutes went by of my sucking his big black cock vigorously. He grabbed the back of my head and started fuck my mouth till his entered body tensed up and his cocked twitched in my mouth as he came a huge load down my throat and out the sides of my mouth down my chin. I looked up at Mr. James in his eyes and he smiled, and he told me to go and clean myself up. So, I did as i was told.
5 notes
·
View notes
Note
I guess the sane sibling (as in the one who isn't interested in their stepsibling not-platonically) is a rule to have a incest or pseudo-incest kink but it's just saddens my perverted sick fuck self 😭 I just wanted to yandere!step-bro Tamaki to be his creepy shy so I could (probably kill him in the process) worship his cock knowing the boy would jest get SO overwhelmed 🥴 I'm sorry but I want him to stuff his lil sis with his cum while he sobs 😭 when he sees it oozing out he would RIP
When I write a character to be yandere, it’s usually my intent to not glorify their behavior. If I were in the situation as reader, it would feel like a horror movie, bc yandere actions are so not cash money.
But I’m able to write like, non-yandere smut y’all. I’m still a dark content blog, and I’ll write kinks that are a bit.... well, dark, obvs lol you just gotta ask!
and since you did -
(What to expect - incest, NSFW, unsafe sex, blowjobs, consensual sex, toys)
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Tamaki?”
Your brother came around the corner, backpack still slung on his shoulder. Socked feet padded towards you on the couch, the ravenette shrugging his backpack off and gently setting it on the floor by the couch, before joining you as you sat on the plush cushions.
“Hey, you okay?” You asked, setting your textbooks on the coffee table in front of you before leaning against your older brother, rubbing his arm a little bit.
Both of you were in college, taking classes, working on the weekends to pay for the tiny little apartment you shared.
Tamaki looked tired, eyes downcast, soft frown on his lips, shoulders slumped. he was a shy man, but he didn’t usually look so..... defeated when he normally returned home after class.
“Mm.” The man hummed, sinking against you, melting into your touch.
“You look tired ‘Maki.”
He hummed again, closing his eyes as he brought his feet up, curling them underneath him as he pressed against you. The soft sweater he was wearing brushed against your bare arms, a little bit of your exposed thigh.
You weren’t shy about what you wore around the house, but for your brother’s sanity, you tried to keep somewhat covered, foregoing sports bras and wearing tank tops instead, ditching booty shorts for slightly longer (but not by much) shorts that covered you more fully.
Wearing less clothing meant Tamaki was clumsier, fumbling with the remote, bumping against things while he walked, bright red flush coloring his cheeks and melting to his collarbones, all because his eyes were glued to you.
Plus, it meant the man struggled with constant erections. He tried to hide it, embarrassed at his body no matter how many times you’d told him you adored it.
Your brother was shy, too shy to come to you and initiate, to find relief where you so gladly offered it.
That just means you had to get real good at noticing when he needed to relax a little.
You pushed Tamaki upright, ignoring his cute whine as you slid off the couch to kneel in front of him, dancing your fingers along his jean-clad thighs.
“Tell me how your day went.”
Your hands gently pushed his thighs open, watching your brother’s lips part with a gasp as you handled him. His head fell back against the couch, dark hair falling away from his eyes.
He was so pretty.
“Uhm, it was nice.”
“Mmhm.” You unzipped his jeans, slowly peeling the fabric down, your brother lifting his hips to help you out, his hands clutching at his soft sweater.
Boxers came next, Tamaki gazing down at you with red cheeks as you slipped them off his legs.
“Well, I-I woke up on time this morning, and I made it to class before the professor.”
“Oh, that’s good.” Praise easily tumbled from your lips as you wrapped a loose hand around Tamaki’s pretty pink cock, squeezing the shaft gently.
“Bio and psych went well, I got my test scores for my language class, and-and I got a B+.” His breath hitched as you took your hands off his cock, bringing a palm up to your mouth so you could wet it with your tongue, get it nice and slick for when you touched him again.
“I-I ate lunch with Mirio... and then I had math...” HIs voice was getting quieter, mumbling.
Math was never his strong suit, and you know it was one of his most-hated classes. Luckily, it was just once a week, on Tuesdays.
“How’d that go?” Your hands were on his cock again, wet with your spit, twisting around his length slowly as you moved them up and down.
“Uh, it-it went alright. I-I just ha-hate math.” Tamaki whimpered, his hips bucking up a little as you squeezed his tip, watching precum bead before bubbling over.
“Mm, well, maybe you can tell me some of the concepts? I might be able to help you out with homework.”
Tamaki couldn’t even nod, nor thank you for your offer before you were slurping his cock into your mouth. The man cried out, soft voice rising in pitch as you swallowed around him.
You fluttered your eyelashes up at him, but that didn’t get his attention, so you resorted to a gentle tap to his thigh to remind him to keep talking.
“Oh, oh, uhm... There’s..... ah...s-statistics. We-we’re learning how to.... how to display, and de-scrIBE-oh!” He lurched upwards, fingers flying to your hair as you used your tongue to play with the opening at the top. You could feel his little sweater paws as Tamaki gently fisted your hair.
Another gentle tap to his thigh.
“There’s also-also.... ohhh, uhm-ah! There’s.... prob-probablity, and I don’t.... unhh, unh-don’t get it at-at all...” His sentence ended on a breathy whine as you began bobbing your head. His voice was so cute, so pretty just like the rest of him, smooth and sweet.
“Oh, (Y/N), yes, yes! Can I-can I cum? Please?”
It had only been a few minutes, but Tamaki was close to the edge, slim thighs tensing behind your head as you considered his request.
You popped off his length, licking your lips and ignoring his pleading whine.
“Of course baby boy, always-” A soft kiss was laid against his thigh, and Tamaki threw his head back, thin chest heaving underneath his cute sweater, his face bright red.
He got overwhelmed at the littlest things.
Once his cock was back in your mouth, it took a tiny bit of work to bring him to the edge, bobbing your head, swirling your tongue, hollowing your cheeks and really sucking.
Those pretty moans echoed throughout the tiny apartment, filling up the space, filling your ears, making you want to smile. He was a sweet man, and you were glad to be so close to him.
A moment more and he was cumming, hot seed dripping down your throat, his fingers twisted in your hair, balls drawn up and pulsing against your chin.
-----
“Tamaki, you already got to cum and I didn’t.” You pouted, sitting on your bed.
You had helped your younger brother wash-up, licking his spent cock clean before tucking him back into your pants. Climbing up into his lap to boop his nose and whisper an “I love you” into his ear, grinding against his thigh in the process.
He had gotten his release, and now you were hungry for your own.
“Don’t be greedy-” Your fingers plunge into your cunt over and over, palm grinding against your clit as you stretch yourself out, watching Tamaki through hooded eyes as he sits obediently at the foot of your bed.
“Please, I-I just wanna t-touch myself a l-little?” His hands are pinching at his bare thighs, desperate to fist themselves around his dripping cock. You’d told him to be good and stay still and watch as you got yourself ready, and he had been.
Tamaki was just needy.
“Okay, but just a little, okay? No cumming.”
“Thank you, oh, thank you-” The man breathes, hands flying to wrap around his cock, his eyes fluttering shut as his hips bucked up a little towards the pressure.
You giggle a little at how cute he is, those big indigo eyes focusing back onto you again, dropping to your wet fingers as you eagerly fuck yourself on them.
But it’s not enough, and you want more.
A quick search through your bedside drawer and you find your vibrator, quickly flicking it on, watching Tamaki gulp as you bring it against your cunt. You sigh as it makes contact, the buzzy, rumbly sensation traveling through your thighs as you easily grind your hips forward against the wand.
“Mmh, I’ve been thinking... ooo, that feels so nice.” You moan, placing a hand behind you so you can steady yourself as you begin to hump against your vibrator. “I’ve been thinking though, that I should get you some-oh-get you some toys.”
Tamaki whimpers, high and pitched, and you smile when his cock visibly throbs. The man has to clench a fist around the base, squeezing hard to stop himself from humming.
“You like that idea? Yeah?”
He nodded, hair bobbing as his head moved enthusiastically.
“You’d look so pretty with a cock ring, mm, you would. And-oh, I could get one that vibrates, and it’ll feel like heaven when you fuck me.”
Your pussy was gushing, throbbing against the wand. You didn’t want to cum too soon, so you flicked it off, before crawling towards your brother.
“We could get you a nice little plug, maybe one that vibrates? And you could keep it in allllll day. You could go to class with it, and jerk yourself off in the bathrooms. I’d love if you sent me a video of you moaning my name as you cum into the toilet.”
The man whined again, his hips bucking up.
You giggled, rising to your knees so you could straddle the man, a hand finding his hard cock beneath you, lining it up to your dripping cunt.
“Would you like that ‘Maki?”
“Yes, yes-oh s-so much, please, that sounds-gUH!” His words choked off into a pathetic moan as you sank down on his length, and you sigh at the feeling of fullness.
Tamaki presses a hand over his mouth, embarrassed by the needy moans that he’s unable to suppress, hips bucking up against your warmth, trying to seat himself deeper.
“Don’t cover your mouth, I wanna hear you. You feel so good inside me.” You coo, using your thighs to bounce a little on his cock.
His hand falls to the side, and you lean forward to kiss him, letting your tongue play with his, slick, wet sounds filling the room.
And then you tell him to fuck you.
The man doesn’t hold back, greedy, slender hands fixing themselves around your waist as his hips work, pushing himself inside your cunt again and again and again.
Both of you are breathing heavily, and it feels so good, the way he fucks you.
“Oh fuck, keep going, ‘m almost there!” You pant, reaching a hand down to play with your clit, four fingers rubbing across the little nub as you climb higher and higher.
And when you cum, it’s with a full-body shudder, a cry tumbling from your lips as you slam your hips against your brothers.
Tamaki tumbles over the edge soon after, barely managing to pull free from your slick cunt before his cock is bursting with cum, painting the soft skin of your tummy with his release.
You rest against him, laying your head on his shoulder as you pant onto his skin, satisfied and warm.
When you gather your bearings, you shuffle off his lap, searching through the covers to wind the wand you’d previously dropped.
“You’re such a good boy ‘Maki, but I wanted you to cum inside-” You were pouting again as you held up the vibrator, waving it in the air.
Tamaki looked like a deer caught in the headlights, eyes wide. “W-what?”
“I’m gonna play with you a bit until you get hard again, and then I’m going to put your tip inside me-just the tip- and you’re going to cum while I use the vibrator on you, got it?”
The man shivers in anticipation, and you smile.
You love each other so much.
#tamaki smut#tamaki amakiji#bnha tamaki#mha tamaki#tamaki headcanons#amajiki x y/n#amajiki tamaki x reader#amajiki smut#bnha amajiki
622 notes
·
View notes
Text
Stray Kids Reaction to getting caught by a member in the act.
Warning ⚠️: this is smut also I am going to include Jeongin because he’s already turned 19 (he turned 19 in February).
—————
Bang Chan
He’s a busy guy and maintaining a relationship with you is hard. So when you guys get free time together it’s honestly such a blessing. Today was that day. You came over midday to bring some lunch for the boys who were hard at practise. And after a while, some of them decided to go to the arcade and the others stayed in the studio. So Chan took this opportunity to steal you away to spend some time together.
You guys were just enjoying each other’s presence while watching some tv and just talking but one kiss led to another and you were being carried by Chan to his bed whilst sucking on his soft skin.
“Babygirl, remember no marks, I still have promotions.”
“Well then I guess you will need to punish me” you whisper while looking at a red patch on his neck that is already turning darker.
Chan then lowers himself and positioned him between yours legs. Teasingly, he peels off your panties and the cold air hitting your wetness makes your moan.
“Please Chan. Do something.”
He beings to eat you out. He sucks and nips at your clit enjoying the way you squirm and whimper under him. But a couple minutes into this.
“Changbin messed up the wires in the studio-“ Jisung bursts in. “.. again”. He’s wide-eyed at the sight. Your naked form arching and responsive to Chans touch. His face buried in-between your legs with his strong arms pinning down your hips. Chan looks up threatening and Jisung takes his leave out the door.
“You ok y/n?” Chan asked with a sigh and he would not continue. Chan always forgets about his job and stress during intimacy and Jisung bursting in would ruin the mood for him. He would help you get dressed before helping Jisung and Changbin with the wires. Of course he would talk to Jisung about what he saw and would make sure he locks the door next time.
Lee Minho
You were in Minho’s shared room and the boys left to give you guys some well-deserved privacy. You are sitting on his lap and hungrily kissing each other. With the TV still on and too preoccupied with each other, you guys did not realise that Felix and Jeongin didn’t get the memo and kept playing video games in their rooms.
“I want you so bad” Minho says whilst nipping at your collarbone.
You tug at his shirt and he quickly complies. His hands also roam your naked half and now fighting for dominance you kick off your jeans and peel off his sweat pants.
“I finally have you all to myself” you say whilst he flips you under him. His heart flips when he hears your possessiveness. He pushes a finger in and relishes in your responsiveness to his touch.
“So fucking tight. Has it really been that long?”
“Please” He smiles and grabs a condom from the night stand. You feel him teasing your entrance before slowly pushing in. Both moaning at the closeness.
“Hold on baby” he warnes and before you realise it he’s pounding into you and your legs try to hold on to his hips. He rests your left leg on his shoulder and maintains his fast speed. Your moans are partially drowned out by the TV but Jeongin and Felix are concerned, thinking maybe you were crying. So they burst in without knocking and panic at the sight of your fucked out face and Minho pounding your body.
“Get the fuck out” Minho growls whilst buried in you and pulling the blanket on your form to protect you from their view. The boys gulp and run out the dorm, traumatised.
You were dazed from being fucked so you don’t fully comprehend what happened but Minho would continue fucking and probably be glad when he hears the boys slamming the front door. He would be salty like very upset because he thought that they definitely heard you and thought they wanted to see you guys fuck. He would not buy the excuses and you would need to reassure him.
Seo Changbin
It is 10pm and you and changbin are alone in the recording studio. You were sitting on the couch and on your phone waiting for changbin to finish so you guys can go back to the dorm. You love changbin with all your heart but he can be so stubborn.
“Just leave it overnight so you can get some new ideas tomorrow.” You try to convince him.
“But this isn’t perfect.” His frustration apparent.
You go over to him and start kissing his neck.
“Baby. Is you rest now you will think better later” he always listened to your advice and it was probably something the boys loved you for. He turns around and pulls you on his lap.
“I’m sorry for neglecting you baby” he whispered.
“You’re not though.” Reassuring him.
Your light grinding turns him on and before you know it, you feel him poking your inner thigh.
His chair was very expensive so he didn’t really want to get it dirty. So he carries you to the couch you were just on and position you on top of him.
“Ride me Jagi, I know you want it.” The thrill of fucking in the studio was always something you wanted to do. Him focusing on music producing was so attractive in your eyes.
Both of you are still clothed, because you can’t be fucked to get dressed after. So you take off your panties and push your skirt up whilst he pushes down his sweat pants to expose his member standing straight up.
You’re on birth control so it’s not your first time doing it raw. You line up your entrance and sink down deliciously down on his member. He throws his head back at your tight wet walls and let you bounce on him. His hand rests on your hips and guide your movements whilst trusting up.
Chan walks down the hallway of the studio intending to tell Changbin to take a break and go back to the dorm. But he walks in out you riding him and he is fed up. Poor Chan just wanted you guys to rest and he is low-key disjusted.
You and Changbin were embarrassed. You buried your head in his neck and sit there with his hardness still in you. You guys end up stopping but your blow him so that he can relieve himself and you guys would sneak back into the dorm and ignoring the disappointment from Chan.
Hwang Hyunjin
Hyunjin comes over to your shared apartment at around 4pm after his training on Friday. They just finished promotions and JYP gave them the weekend off to just chill. So Hyunjin takes this opportunity to spend the night at your apartment which is only around 20 minutes away from their dorm. So Hyunjin picks up some snacks at the store and you prep the movie and game night.
Its around 5 and Hyunjin realises he forgot his phone charger. He texts Seungmin and asks if they could deliver it to him when they go out to eat tonight. Seungmin texts back that they will go out to a resturant near your apartment soon but it quickly slips his mind when you start blowing Hyunjin on the couch.
Your warm mouth wrap around him and slowly bob your head. Hyunjin fed up by this takes control.
“So this is how you want to play Jagi” He flips you on your hands and knees and pulls down your sweat pants.
“Take off your shirt” hyunjin growls and you quickly take off his shirt you were wearing.
“No bra? My baby was ready for me”.
“Please fuck me”
He is stark naked and rips the condom wrapper with his teeth before rolling it on. Hyunjin gropes your ass and teasingly stroking your lips. Groaning out of frustration Hyunjin takes the hint and thrusts his length in fully. It takes you time to adjust but Hyunjin begins movement quickly. Your hands are fisting the couch but the fabric keeps slipping so you end up strugglingly to take the pleasure.
However, the jingling from the spare key Hyunjin gave Chan unlocks the front door and Seungmin enters with Hyunjin’s phone charger. The sight makes seungmin scream which catches hyunjins attention and he shields your vulnerability from Seungmin. But seung already dropped the charger and quickly exited.
Hyunjin would want to continue fucking you but would make sure you were confortable and would be glad that it was only Seungmin that caught him because he wouldn’t tell the other members.
Han Jisung
Jisung was practising his dance in the dance studio and you would visit him and watch him dance while he messes around. This time he would want you to dance with him and hold your waist as you guys joked around.
“Baby lets pretend like we are rich!” And so he would hold your waist and ballroom dance. But the close proximity would have both of you guys flustered.
You were pressed against him and his lips attaching on your neck. Your moan hungers him more and so you end up turning around and pressing your lips against him. Both of you fight for dominance and you win briefly scoring your tongue to roam his mouth but when you break away slightly, his tongue starts dominating your mouth. His hard on is pressed against your stomach so you break away and lower yourself whilst staring right at him. You knew he had a thing for you on your knees so you look this time to slowly untangle the straps to his sweatpants and free his member.
You take it into your soft hands and start tracing his veins. Jisung is a mess and he feels like his knees are going to fail him anytime. You start with kitten licks on his tip whilst stroking his base. This frustrates him because he knows from experience that you’re going to drag him out. So when you wrap your lips around him, he takes control and pushes himself in, resting his hands on the back of your head.
“I know you can take me like a good girl.”
And with that you gag when his tip hits the back of your throat roughly. Changbin enters the dance room bored without thinking about knocking and is disgusted at the sight. Jisung scrambles to pull his pants up and you standup and brush yourself. But Changbin closes the door and like chan just wants to erase that memory.
Jisung would be hysterical because he would be sooo embarrassed that his hyung saw this side of him and would not continue and would take sometime for sex to return to normal.
Lee Felix
Felix is a little weird. He’s shy but confident at the same time. So when you guys are playing games in the living room of the dorm at 4am and the other boys are in deep sleep it was a risky situation to fuck.
But that was the exact situation you were in. Felix kissing your jaw whilst fondling your breasts in his small hands. He is topless whilst you’re naked and he positions you on top of him. You’re confused by this because he still has his shorts on.
“Ride my thigh.” You begin to rock your body back and form and his hands are focused on your breasts. He enjoyed seeing how affected you were when he pinched your nipple or flexed his thigh.
But what he enjoyed most was when he edged you.
As you feel your orgasm creep up and Felix knows, he notices the way your legs twitch and close and how your hands grip onto anything you could. So Felix lifts you up and flips you on your back. Whilst he pulls down his shorts and rolls on your condom.
“I was so close why did you stop me” you whisper loudly angry and with tears in your eyes.
“To prepare you for this” Felix answers and he thrusts his wrapped member around you.
You bit your hand to prevent screaming and he maintains a slow and steady pace. It’s slow enough for you to beg for more but fast enough to feel the pleasure.
Except as you feel like you were about to come, Hyunjin walks to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. He doesn’t hear you and you don’t hear him but when he walks into the living room to see how you were still awake. But poor boy almost drops his water as he walks in on you guys. You see him first because Felix’s back is to him. But you yell out and pull the blanket over you guys. Hyunjin would kind of just stand there and swear at you guys.
“Why the Fuck would you do this not the couch. We live here and use this couch.” Hyunjin would yell. Felix wouldn’t respond and just wrap both of you up.
“Go back to bed” Felix would angrily exclaim. Felix would be too shy to continue and would try to sleep it off.
Kim Seungmin
You are over at the dorm with Seungmin with the other boys still in the dorm. You guys have never had an issue with the boys because they always respected your time with Seungmin. You guys have had sex in the dorm with the boys before and they have never found out. Today was even better because Chan, Changbin, Jisung and hyunjin and Felix were in the studio working on a rap. So there weren’t many boys to disrupt you guys.
At first you were listening to Seungmin’s struggles with the new comeback and how stressed and empty he has been feeling recently.
“You are enough Seungmin. You always have been” you tell him to his face as you both sit on the bed. Seungmin feels his heart melting at your words. He always felt safe and happy with you.
“Thank you Jagi. I really needed that” You peck his lips softly and Seungmin grabs your face with his hands and returns with a deeper kiss. The kiss intensifies and he lays on top of you.The sensual feeling of his hands roaming your body and worshipping you like a doll had you so needy.
“Seungmin” you gasp rather loudly. He looks up and smiles at your fucked out expression. He prefers cute and caring girls but accompanying that he also has a corruption kink. So you being so pure usually but also being so needy in that moment gets him hard.
He teasingly strips you down naked and enjoy the sight of your needy expression. You sit up to kiss him and tug at his shirt and he takes it off. You run you hand down his v-line admiring his body. When seungmin takes off his pants, you position yourself on top and seung grabs a condom. You take the condom and put it on his member for him. Doing so drove him absolutely crazy.
“Use me Jagi” seungmin whispered. And without another second you line yourself but the moment you sink down on his dick. Minho bursts in-
“Have you seen Soonie? The orange one..” He stops when he looks at both of your naked forms. Seungmin quickly grabs the blanket to cover you but Minho spots soonie in the corner.
“I can’t believe my cat saw you fucking. You guys are disgusting” he would say jokingly but also dying on the inside from the sight he saw. Seungmin you probably put on a movie and snuggle with you to get both your mind off it and might laugh if off.
Yang Jeongin
You just got back to the dorm from shopping with Jeongin. Today was a free day and all the others went out either shopping or eating or playing. So when you guys got back to an empty dorm after you both teased each other in public, Jeongin would pounce on you. You guys would be kissing hungrily before he pushed you on to the bed.
“You thought you could be a fucking tease today and get away with it” he growled. And takes off your bra.
“So now you’re silent.” He laughs.
You decided to be more of a brat, “then show me.” And you wrestle his shirt off before licking a strip up his abs. Pushing you on the bed he removes your skirt and roughly pushes 2 fingers in.
“So wet baby. Did I do this” you nod finally succumbing to obedience. He fingers you to the point where his other hand had to press your stomach down to continue fingering you. You feel your orgasm crash over you. Your legs shaking and your hair messed around his pillow whilst you pant. Cheeks flushed, Jeongin would be so needy to fuck you roughly.He rolls on a condom whilst you calm down.
“You ok for my to continue” Jeongin asks still willing to show his soft side to you.
After you give your affirmative, he thrusts into you with your legs still shaking from that orgasm. Jeongin knows that you’re over stimulated and he loves how tight you are. As your nails dig into his shoulders to try to stop your body bouncing at every rough and fast thrust. Jeongin looks at your exposed neck and lightly wraps around your neck. This makes you moan louder and Jeongin would smirk at this.
“What a dirty girl, you’re tighter after I choked you”
“Im not” you say back.
But what you guys don’t know is that Cham came back with Jisung after grocery shopping. And they hear bed sqeaking and realise that it was jeongin and you.
“Should we-“ Jisung asked.
“Nah lets just pretend we didn’t hear this” and would leave the dorm with the bags and wait in the car. Poor Jisung.
#stray kids reactions#skz reactions#stray kids smut#skz smut#bang chan smut#minho smut#skz bang chan#skz minho#changbin smut#skz changbin#hyunjin smut#skz hyunjin#skz jisung#jisung smut#skz felix#felix smut#skz seungmin#seungmin smut#skz jeongin#jeongin smut#stray kids x reader#skz x reader
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Innocence
Niragi Suguru × Reader
So, this is something I was very excited to receive a request about!
(Yall... please, the most adorable thing I've ever been requested to write-)
I absolutely loved the idea, as it's something I go through, and a few of my friends go through, although it might be a little different. (My friends as well as I (ooh, exposing myself) have a little space(different from a sub space. It's age regression and not at all sexual or wrong. It's totally OK to do this) , and I usually take care of them and they take care of me through it, so I get the panic attacks and drops! What this person requested is probably quite different from that, so It's not the exact same thing. Also, keep in mind, everyone expiriences panic attacks differently, I'm going off of my personal experience with them.
Warnings: past trauma, panic attacks, swearing, mentions of death, blood, let me know if I missed any!
You had been put into this world. A desolate one. It looked like your home of Tokyo, but it wasn't. There weren't any people, and it was empty. It was like a giant prison... except bigger. In your opinion, it was a prison, and no one was around to judge you, so it was. You had been quite scared waking up, not knowing what was going on. Wandering around the new Tokyo, you felt a feeling of dread. You were alone. How you hated being alone.
At night, however, things changed. One of the advertisement boards in the middle of Tokyo lit up, pointing towards a place and the words 'way to the game arena' sprawled across it. You just followed the light up sign, and ended up at a skating rink.
Your eyes lit up at the sight. There were pretty colors, flashing lights, and popular music was playing in the background. You swayed on your heels, back and forth, unsure of what to do next before seeing a table with phones. On the same table was a sign that read 'One for each player.' What did they mean by player? You didn't know. You picked up a phone, and it turned on. The screen read something about facial recognition. You stared in awe at it, thinking it was cool. You were so immersed with the phone, you didn't notice other people come in. When you did, you were a bit intimidated. You didn't know why you were here. It dawned on you in a moment, and you started to fidget with the edge of your skirt. You saw two people who looked nicer than the rest, and decided to aproach them.
"Hi! Um... I'm sorry to bother you, but do you know what's going on? I just woke up here..." you explained, looking at them. It was a boy and a girl. The girl had short, dark hair, and was wearing black spandex with a colorful pullover that was unzipped a bit to where you could see the black sports bra under. She was so pretty in your eyes. The boy had dark hair, his bangs falling into his face. He was wearing a t-shirt, and shorts. They looked at each other, and back to you. "It's a game," the girl said. You smiled. "A game? I like games what kind of game?" You asked. "It's not... it's not normal games. They're more difficult... and dangerous," the boy explained. You were confused. "My name is (Y/N). What's your's?" You asked. "I'm Arisu and this is Usagi," he introduced. "I like your names," you said cheerfully. The phone pinged, and you jumped slightly.
'Registration closed. 8 players. Difficulty 4 of spades. Game 'Roll Away'. All players will put on the roller skates. They can't be taken off once put on. There will be different challenges in the rink. It might be dodging something, getting chased by something, or other obstacles. Clear Condition: You can not take off the roller skates through the duration of the game. Doing that will result in immediate death. The way to win is to dodge the object or things and pass the challenges. Game start in 10 minutes' (this is the dumbest game concept I've come up with, I apologize in advance)
"Here, stick with us, and we'll try to make sure you don't get hurt, alright?" Usagi said, placing her hand on your shoulder. "Ok! Thank you Usagi-Chan! Thank you Arisu-Kun!" You chirped, bowing your head in gratitude. They smiled to eachother, one thought clear and present in their heads. They had to protect you. Something they didn't say about a lot of people, but something was different about you.
That's how they took you to the beach. At first, you were scared. You didn't know anyone there, there was people staring at you, and there were some that had weapons. Your eyes had so much to focus on, and it was so overwhelming. Your first thought was to focus on something shiny. You liked shiny things. The problem was, there was to many shiny things to focus on. The windows, guns, swords, accents on the wall, hell, everything might as well been shiny. You stayed still, sitting up as straight as you could, playing with the sleeves of the sweatshirt you had on. "So she's basically useless?" One of the people there said. You frowned at the words. "No, no, she's very capable. I think she'd do well in club games. And she doesn't require a high rank right now. Just for a her to be safe," Arisu said, protecting your from their words. "Alright. Just inform her of everything. Niragi, why don't you take her to get a wristband and to her room?" The man, who you had learned to be Hatter suggested, although he knew it was a command. Usagi gripped onto your shoulder softly. "I'll go with. Just because I feel she is my responsibility as well," Usagi said. In reality, she was worried of what he'd do to you. She didn't trust Niragi, and from the short amount of time she had known you, noticed you to be more trusting and innocent than most. You smiled widely, and looked up at Usagi. "Let's go then."
You walked in the middle of both people. Usagi, looking forward most of the time, holding your hand to guide you around, and Niragi. That's what Hatter had called him anyways. He was rather tall, longish hair with half tied back. He had piercing on his nose and brow. Shiny pieces of metal which you found yourself staring at constantly. There was a gun slung over his shoulder, which scared you. "Here we are," he said, opening the door to what you assumed to be a storage room. He handed you a bracelet. You played with the stretchy cord, stretching out and back in, being entertained by it. Usagi grabbed your hand, and gently slid it on. "Don't take it off, ok?" She said softly. You nodded. "What is she? A damn kid?" Niragi scoffed. "No. Be nice. People have different situations, and you have no right to judge," Usagi repremanded him, her tone strong. He rolled his eyes. "Ok, there's three rules at the Beach. 1, you have to wear a bathing suit, 2 all card go to Hatter, 3 death to the traitors," he said. "Mmm... death? What do you mean by that?" You asked. You knew what death was, you just wanted to make sure he wasn't threatening you. "Death means death. We catch you planning to leave, or keeping your cards, you die. Simple as that," Niragi stated. "Ah... oki! Usagi-Chan, I think I'll be ok with out you for now. Thank you!" You chirped. Usagi shook her head. "I'm not leaving you alone with him," she stated, glaring at him. You felt hands grab your waist, and pull you back. It was Niragi. For whatever reason, you felt safe. He was bigger than you, and most likely stronger, and it made you feel safe. You shrunk into him, liking the feeling. "Yeah, Usagi-Chan... Let her have fun," he mocked, sticking out his tongue. Usagi could hear the hidden meaning behind his words. But, to her surprise, you didn't. Were you that innocent? "I'll be fine. Tell Arisu-Kun thank you again for me though... You guys really helped me through that game," you smiled. Usagi nodded her head, and against her better judgement, left. "Ok, just you and me now sweetheart," Niragi sighed, leading you around. You rushed to catch up with him, and grabbed his hand. He flinched, pulling his hand away. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked, scrunching his face in disgust at the contact. " 'M sorry... Didn't want to get lost. I don't like being alone," you apologized, looking down, and swinging your leg back and forth. 'Damn it... She's cute... NOnononono, backtrack, hold up, not cute. She's fucking annoying. There we go. That sounds better. Not at all cute. Annoying.' He sighed, remembering the way Usagi had spoken to you, "It's fine. Just don't go doing that, ok?" You nodded excitedly, walking besides him.
"Ok, and this room is the one Hatter told me to take you to. The two people you were with live on the next floor up. No I don't know what room, neither do I care. They'll tell you, most likely. Bye," he said after leading you to your room door. "Niragi... thank you!" You said, smiling. "What?" He questioned, turning around to face you. "Thank you. Really, I would have gotten lost without you. I hope to see you soon!" You repeated, skipping into your room. He stared at the spot you just stood in, in shock. 'She's odd. But interesting. Is her innocence an act? Or is she just like that?' He thought as he walked off. You hadn't made any sort of shy or disgusted expressions when he talked to you. Especially when he used more risqué remarks. You just smiled or laughed as if you didn't understand the meaning behind his words. You were definitely interesting to say the least.
"We're really sorry we couldn't find another one for you... It's just the rules here, ok?" Arisu apologized. They had to find a swimsuit for you to wear, and they had found a white one. It wasn't horrible, just showed a lot. "You're allowed to wear a cover up though. Or like a sweater," Usage suggested. You nodded, rushing to the bathroom where you had changed. You grabbed the fluffy zip up hoodie you had on before you changed. You slipped it on over your body, and smiled. "Much better," you chirped. They laughed slightly. Arisu couldn't help but feel warm and fuzzy when you were around. Not in a romantic way, but more in a protective way. He didn't want anyone to harm you. Usagi felt the same. "Can I go walk around?" You asked, playing with your hair. They nodded. " You don't have to ask for permission. You can do what you want," Usagi said. You nodded, saying goodbye, and leaving the room.
You hummed as you walked around, looking at all the people walking around. You nodded your head to whatever rythym was going on in your head. There were so many things to focus on, it felt like your head was going to explode. You shut your eyes for a bit and kept walking. Bad idea.
"Oi, you damn brat! Watch where you're going!" Someone shouted at you. You had bumped into them, falling to the ground. " 'M sorry! Didn't mean to!" You squeaked out. You heard them laugh, and you opened your eyes. "Whatever. And stop talking like that. What are you? A ba-" they were cut off by a snicker. "Really? You have the right to say that?" You recognized the voice from earlier. It was Niragi. You looked up to see Niragi pointing his gun at the people bothering you. "What? She talks like a fucking baby. And acts like one. Is she your little play thing?" The person taunted. Niragi scowled. "I'm only letting you go right now because Aguni doesn't let us kill in front of others. Be glad I'm letting you off right now," Niragi threatened. They all rushed away, seeing as their bravery was only for show. Niragi looked down to you on the floor. "You good?" He asked. You nodded, getting yourself off the floor. "Thank you once again, Niragi," you said, your attention on the floor. He couldn't help but notice your nature. You were innocent, childish, and playful. So different from all the other girls here. It was annoying, but also... cute. He was so lost in thought, he almost didn't feel you standing next to him and grabbing his arm. "What are you doing? We talked about this," he stated, trying to pull his arm away, watching as you nuzzled into him. "You're warm... and I like this feeling... I don't know what it is, but it's nice," you muttered. He pulled you around, back to his room, ignoring the stares he was getting.
He opened the door, and walked in, shutting it behind you two. "Where are we?" You asked, looking up at him. "Guess," were his only words. You basically beamed up at him. "Ooh, like a game! Umm... I don't know... tell me?" You chirped, placing a finger on your lip. He sighed, basically throwing himself on his bed. "You're annoying, you know that right?" He said. You frowned, twiddling your fingers. "Don't get offended by that. I have questions I want answered, come here," he stated, the commanding tone in his voice obvious. You stood straighter, and walked over by him. He looked up st you, confused. "Sit,'' was the only word that left his lips. You did so, sitting up straight. "So... is this an act? Your whole innocence thing?" He questioned, motioning to you. You tilted your head in confusion. "No? It's just... me," you responded. He hummed to acknowledge he heard you. Your hands kept looking for something to do, and you impulsively put one of your hands on his head. He moved away, grabbing your wrists, putting them to your body. "Hands to yourself princess," he said, a bored tone present. You shook your head, your hair swaying and bouncing with you. He laughed at the sight as you pouted. "Don't wanna. I like the feeling I get when I touch you or when you touch me," you said, your fingers being able to lightly touch his hand. "What feeling?" He asked. "I don't know what it's called... I just like it," you responded. "Well explain it," he said. "Mm... I feel really warm and protected. And... safe..." you responded, feeling his hands leave your wrists. After feeling his hands leave your wrist, you looked up at him. You crawled next to him squirming from happiness. "Oi, stop it," he scolded, grabbing your shoulders to keep you still. You pouted, looking up at him. "Then can I pet you?" You asked. "What am I? A damn dog?" He spat. "I like dogs. Dogs are cute. You're cute. But you're not a dog. Good boys deserve pets. You're a good boy, so... you deserve pets," you rambled, patting the top of his head softly. He look at you as you did so. He dropped back onto his bed. "I'm tired, so I'm going to sleep before tonight's patrol. Don't kill me," he yawned, closing his eyes, falling asleep almost immediately.
When he woke up, he heard humming. He opened his eyes slowly, and saw you curled up on the end of his bed, humming. "Hello?" He questioned. You turned so fast, he swears you gave yourself whiplash. "Niragi you're up!" You chirped. He sighed. 'Who gave her the right to be so damn cute... this isn't fair on me right now.' He nodded, and got up. He looked into the mirror on the dresser, noticing his hair was tied back. He went to take it out, but soon saw it was braided. "Did you... braid my hair?" He questioned. Now, he wasn't mad, and he didn't hate it. He just wanted to know why. "Yeah. Sorry," you said, looking down. "I- forget it. Why?" He asked. Your eyes lost their spark for a second. "um... uh... I... I just wanted to," you said shakily. "Tell me why. I can see through that lie," he stated, taking his hair out of the braid. "Umm... I... I don't think you'd care, it's nothing," you deflected. "Look, if I'm asking, it means I want to know. So say it," he said, turning to face you. "Ok... I was just alone in my thoughts, and I decided to braid your hair. It made me feel less... anxious. My sister used to always ask for me to braid her hair. So she could look just like our mom... and she did look just like out mom," you explained, tears filling your eyes.
You didn't like talking about your sister because of what had happened to her. Your mother had died when you were 9, your sister was just a baby. She looked exactly like your mom. And due to circumstances, you were never able to be a kid. You had to be an adult at a young age. You never got to be childish. So, you did it more when you grew up. Your sister... Your sister didn't really care all that much. She acted like a kid, and got to be a kid. You made sure of it. Some things just couldn't be helped though. She had died after a car accident. You all went to get some groceries. It had been a great night, and you three had gotten ice cream. On the way back, a drunk driver had hit the car. Your father lived and yourself lived, but he blamed himself for it. He tried, he really really tried to be a good father to you, but it wasn't enough. Somehow, you could never seem to win.
"I'm sorry, I don't really like talking about her, can I talk about something else?" you said, quickly wiping the tears away. He could tell you didn't want to talk about. It made him want know more, but for whatever reason, he left it. "My patrol starts I'm a few minutes. So you'll have to find someone else to bother," he said, fixing his hair again. "But I don't wanna go around anyone else. Wanna be around you," you pouted, walking to his side. He stared down in shock. No one has ever wanted to around him out of their own free will. "Look, just... go to your room, and if I remember to go, I'll go and visit for a bit."
That's how it started. You would constantly be around him, rambling about your newest topic. He didn't respond a lot, just listened, throwing the occasional sigh of you being annoying. It didn't bother you anymore, because something told you if he actually found you annoying, you wouldn't be alive right now.
"Hey hey hey (N/N)!" Kuina greeted with a smile. "Kuina! You're back!" You giggled, running over. She hugged you, spinning you around. "How's my favorite human?" She asked, setting you down. "I'm ok... How was your game?" You asked, walking around with her. She led you down to where all the cars came in. "Hatter put me in charge of checking to make sure no one keeps their cards today. Help me out?" She asked as soon as you got there. You nodded, and stood by her.
All was fine, till one of the last groups came in, speeding. You watched nervously, hoping nothing bad happened. You felt the world around you move in slowmotion, and the air in your lungs get shorter everytime you breathed. You heard the tires screech, and Kuina's voice was somewhere in the background. You felt like you couldn't breath, you felt the cold stone wall behind you and you slid down it. Tears rolled down your face, and you scratched at your arms unknowingly. You felt people trying to touch you, and you kicked or hit them away.
"Someone get help! Arisu, Usagi!" Kuina yelled at them. They had come outside, hearing a commotion. They tried to touch you, or get closer, but you wouldn't let them. Blood came out of the scratches you had made on yourself. "Who else can help her?! Think quick, please!" Arisu panicked. You were crying and scratching at yourself. They could hear you muttering 'no' and 'can't lose them again' over and over under your breath. Anytime someone tried to get close to you, you would kick or hit them. "Get Niragi," Usagi said. "What no I'm not going to-" Kuina started to argue. "Do you have any other ideas?! Go get Niragi before she hurts herself more! Now!" Usagi shouted. The panicky feeling was in everyone. Kuina quickly looked over at you, and nodded. This wasn't about who she did and didn't like. It was about making sure you were ok. Kuina ran off, going to look for Niragi. "Usagi, you go look for him as well. You're faster than me, I'll kept on eye on her," Arisu said. Usagi nodded, running off.
You were still crying, your nails tearing into your skin, crescent marks left behind, and trails of crimson dripping down. People were still trying to help, but we're crowded all around you. You couldn't breath, air couldn't get into your lungs. The people all around you looked like they were closing in around you. A flashback of the moment the other car hit you flooded your brain. Your sister's cut off scream. Her blood soaked shirt, the pieces of glass embedded into her skin. The pain you felt when you called out for her, but she didn't answer.
"Chishiya! Chishiya! Have you seen Niragi?" Kuina yelled after the short boy. He turned around. "Why would I care ab-" Chishiya started. "Chishiya, not now. It's (Y/N). Please, just- do you know or not?" Kuina interrupted, taking in shaky breaths. He shook his head. "Last Boss might know he's over there. If not Aguni," Chishiya said. Kuina nodded, running over to the aforementioned man.
Eventually, she found him on the roof. 'He's always on the damn roof' Kuina thought. "Niragi! Don't ask questions, just come with me!" Kuina yelled at him. He turned with a face that read 'no'. "Why should I-" he started. "It's (Y/N), please just- she- come with me," Kuina stumbled over her words. It had been at least 6 minutes. He tried not to show any emotion, but looked around and nodded. He walked quickly besides her as they made their way back.
"Found him!" Kuina shouted. Arisu turned to them and nodded. "Just go over to her," Arisu said. Niragi walked over, and everyone around you, immediately parted. "Go away," he threatened. Everyone left, and he was able to see what was happening. Your previously white swimsuit was now stained with red. Your arms were marked up with scratches and crescent shaped wounds. "Hey, (Y/N), it's me... calm down... breath," he whispered, so only you could hear. He kneeled in front of you, and got gradually closer. You didn't push him away, nor did you pit up a fight against him. The feeling of being safe and protected that you only got around Niragi appeared. The warm feeling spread over you, making you calm down a bit. You were able to breath a bit now, and you whimpered about something he didn't quite hear. Arisu and Kuina sighed in relief, seeing as he was able to get close to you. He grabbed your hands, taking them away from your arms. You took a shaky breath. "N-niragi?" You questioned. "Mhm... just calm down for now," he said. Arisu and Kuina looked at eachother and nodded, deciding to leave. Niragi had it under control.
You grabbed onto Niragi, and held onto him tightly. He heard you sniffle and say an apology into his neck. "Don't apologize for that. Are you ok-ish now?" He asked. He felt you nod. "Ok, well, we need to clean you up. And you can tell me what happened later, ok?"
He had carried you up to his room, cleaning up the blood on your body. "Sorry... I'm sorry," you apologized again, as he bandaged up your arms. "Stop apologizing, it's pissing me off," he stated. You frowned with a shaky sigh. "I... I didn't mean that. I'm sorry," he apologized, sitting besides you. You snuggled up into him. He was going to scold you, but decided against it, seeing as he rather liked the feeling. He always had. "Niragi... you forgot to do something," you muttered. "And what's that princess?" He asked. "Kiss it better?" You asked, looking at him with the puppy dog eyes. He felt his face get hot, and cursed himself. He rolled his eyes giving in, "Fine." You gave him your arm, and he kissed over the bandages. You giggled slightly. "Tickles," you laughed. He couldn't help but laugh. You smiled, "Niragi... Can I help you feel better?" You asked. "What? I'm not hurt though," he said, confused by your words. "Ok, fine... maybe it's not to make you feel better... just wanna give you a kiss. I really really really like you," you admitted, blushing slightly. He froze up for a second, before smirking. "Go ahead then. I really really really really like you too."
So... how was that? Um...bi may have gone overboard, but I am all for soft Niragi hours even if he's OOC, it's called 'I'm sad, he's my comfort character.' Umm... yeah... cool!
#alice in borderland#niragi#×reader#please this request was so cute-#he might be ooc but thats besides the point-
112 notes
·
View notes
Text
The mall - Part I
This is a story I wrote a while back, but wasn’t ready to share and kept coming back to rather than writing all in one go. It was based around a few years ago when I and my husband were very new to the idea or being more open as we are now.
I can't believe that I am really doing this. Walking in the mall, wearing slutty black high heels (Id never normally wear high heels to a mall), a black silk mini-skirt with a tiny lace thong underneath and a flimsy white silk blouse with just a thin lace bra underneath. My nervousness is causing tiny beads of sweat to form and trickle down my blouse. I had a bet with my husband, over a stupid game, I don’t even remember now what it was, but I remember it being something so small and insignificant, with the loser having to do whatever the other wanted for a full day. I had his day all planned out: fixing my dresser and doing all kinds of stuff around the house. I was sure that I was going to win, but here I am in the mall looking like when I was 22 and working in a bar. If I had known what he wanted me to do, I never would have made the bet.
I feel like a slut and I know that I look like one, too, but somehow a part of me is enjoying this. All of the men staring at me is really doing something to me. I can feel the moistness between my legs and an urge to show off more of myself.
When I first started out today, I was very self-conscious and kept my arms crossed in front of my chest, but realizing that this just brought more attention to myself, I forced myself to act naturally; and soon I realized that I enjoyed having their eyes undress me. I have even found myself trying to catch men looking at me, watching their faces as their eyes wander all over my over-exposed body. Earlier, I spied a guy staring at me, and without even realizing what I was doing, I stretched my arms up, pressing my breasts against the blouse enjoying the look on his face as he stared at my breasts straining the fabric of my blouse. I am supposed to meet my husband in the food court for some new instructions and I can only imagine what he has planned for me next.
I think those three guys are following me. As I stop and pretend to be interested in a window display, I notice that they stopped also. As I continue on, I see that they are right behind me. I have to admit that, as nervous as I am, I am also very turned-on by this.
Oops, I just dropped my purse. As I bend over to pick it up, I can feel this tiny silk skirt ride up my behind, as my nearly naked booty is exposed to them and whoever else is looking in my direction. Knowing that these men can see so much of me, is making me even hotter. I can't believe how turned-on I am! I never realized that acting like a slut would feel so sexy, so confident, so powerful. I am not sure anymore if the reason that I am sweating is nervousness or lust. Stealing a glance at my followers, I see that they are stopped, and if I wasn't so turned-on I would have to laugh. They are staring at me with their mouths wide open. I give them a quick smile and I continue walking knowing that they are watching my butt as I wiggle away.
I notice that they are getting closer and not trying to hide themselves anymore. I am almost to the food court and my appointment with my husband. I step onto the escalator with my little following right behind me, and I know that they can look right up my skirt. Knowing that they can probably see how wet my panties are makes me even hotter. I am tempted to really give them a show by putting my hand inside my panties and my finger inside my dripping slit, but I fight off that temptation. I am on the verge of an orgasm, and I feel my legs wobble as I reach the top of the escalator and step off.
Seeing my husband, he was at the table near the som tam which is my favourite food, he smiles at me and walks away as I start to walk toward him. I see an envelope on the table, and I take his place. I see my husbands writing and his instructions for me to go to the ladies room and open the envelope. I know that he is watching me, and I remember our deal: if I didn't follow his instructions, no matter how stupid, exactly as I was told, we would repeat the whole day next weekend. I hastily grab the envelope and just as I start to stand the three strangers walk by. One of them starts to say something to me, but I just ignore him as I make my way to the ladies room.
Sitting here in the empty lounge, I open the envelope, and I almost gasp as I comprehend the next part of my day. I am to remove my bra and my panties, put them in my purse, and continue to walk until I get to a bench in front of a lingerie store on the other side of the mall. I sit and decide that I am not going to do this. I'll walk out of this mall right now. Not only is the bet off but that my husband is really going to hear it from me about this!
Standing, instead of leaving, I find myself entering an empty stall. After closing the door, I quickly remove my blouse and my bra. While putting the blouse back on, I can't help but see how my large, dark nipples poke holes in this flimsy little silk blouse. As I remove my panties, I am surprised by how moist and warm they are.
I put everything inside my purse but I am so horny that I have to touch myself for just a second. I sit, pull up my skirt, close my eyes, and start to play with myself. Rubbing my clit feels so good! I imagine that I am doing this in front of a crowd, with everybody urging me on. I am surprised again by how quickly, how powerfully I am overcome by pure lust.
Oh my God, I didn't mean to actually go this far but here it comes... Ohhh My God! As I am overcome by my orgasm, I hear myself moan. I try to stay silent but I know that some sounds have escaped my lips.
Now that I have my composure back, I realize just how turned-on I am by showing off my body to total strangers. I straighten out my clothes and as I walk by the mirror, I can see exactly what I look like. As I walk, I can feel how my tits are bouncing around. I look at my skirt and see that the bottom is just below my butt. Just the slightest breeze will let everybody see how naked I am under this tiny skirt. Since nobody is in here, I bend over to see how much of me shows when I do it.
Oh, this skirt rides up so high, I better not if I don't want to get arrested for indecent exposure. As I pull down my skirt, I hear a sound from one of the other stalls. I glance around quickly and notice that one of the other stalls is occupied, with the door still open a crack. I can hear someone in there. It sounds like she is masturbating!
My curiosity gets the best of me, so I move closer and ask, "Are you okay?"
I hear her say yes but it comes out almost as a moan.
I fight off the urge to open the door, but my curiosity gets the best of me and I decide to wait and see this woman. I stall for time freshening up my makeup, and after a short while, she leaves the stall. I realize that she has been sweating, but has a look of total satisfaction on her face. I guess that she is about my age — late twenties/ early thirties — with long black hair similar to mine. I look her in the eye and she greets me with a playful smile as I notice her beautiful brown eyes.
She quickly explains to me that she has been following me, because...
I ask her to repeat the last part because I didn't quite hear it.
I can't believe it! She just told me that she was following me because she wants to make love to me. When I stopped to pick up my purse earlier, she decided that she had to have me, and has been following me ever since. Somehow I didn't notice her.
I don't know what to say. As I stand in front of her, open mouthed, she quickly explains to me that she is bisexual, and often comes to the mall to pick up bored housewives. When she walked into the ladies room after me, she heard me moaning and had to go and play herself, too, but when I was looking at myself in front of the mirror, that brought her over the edge.
Now this beautiful woman is trying to pick me up, and I have no idea how to react!
She explains that many women come to the mall looking for a lover, and she can tell when a women wants another woman without the woman even realizing it herself. She continues, saying that although I may not realize it, I would enjoy myself so much if I came with her.
I start to protest, but she quiets me with a too-passionate kiss that I can't help but return. She somehow can see the nervous and confused state that I am in. She reaches in her purse and pulls out a business card, writes on it, and tells me to call her soon. I watch her leave, then look down at the card and see her name and number.
I better get going. My husband is going to be waiting for me. Leaving the ladies room, I look around for my little group of followers, but they are nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I feel self-conscious and lost. I am in the middle of a huge mall, practically naked. As hot as I felt before, suddenly all of that sexual arousal that I had felt before is gone, replaced by embarrassment and humiliation. I better get going and get this over with before I get arrested for solicitation.
I am almost to my next rendezvous with my husband when I notice that I have regained my group of admirers. I'm feeling more confident and at ease as I find myself with somebody familiar, even if they are strangers. Feeling daring again, I stop at the fountain, open my purse for some change and throw a few baht into the fountain. I can't see them, but I can somehow feel their eyes run up and down my body, but I can sense somebody coming closer to me. A part of me wants to escape and get out of here, and I actually decide to continue on, but just as I turn around, I see one of the trio standing next to me. As I look over at him, he gives me a sexy little smile.
79 notes
·
View notes
Text
Adventure#51: Sentosa Staycation
Last Saturday, we went for our weekend staycation in a hotel (with villa and private pool) somewhere in Sentosa. The stay wss booked months ahead using our air miles, when we all thought the covid situation is getting better. Luckily we managed to enjoy it before the latest Phase 2 Heightened Alert again.
During check in, we saw Joey's ex colleague, W (around 45 years old) and his family (wife and 7 years old son).
"Joey, what a coincidence. You all also come for staycation here ah." W came over after we have checked in. "You guys managed to book the pool slots? Sian sia. We tried a bit too late. Only left with those dinner timing slots and now this ah boy is sian" W complained.
"Ya lo. Nowadays this is normal. It depends on the pool size ma." Joey replied. "If not you guys can join us at the villa to swim a short while lo. But it's only a small pool. We go room settled down then let you know again." Joey offered without asking me. W agreed and went back to break the 'good' news to his son.
"Why you go offer leh. Thought we wanna enjoy the private pool ourselves leh." I asked.
"Aiyo, you see his son so disappointed. Anyway we can use the pool as much as we want and anytime we want ma. Let's quickly go to the villa and get changed." Joey pacified me.
Once in room, Joey head in to the bedroom to change into her swim wear, while I am arrange the beer into the fridge and took out the whisky from the luggage. (Bought some on the way and half bottle of whisky from home)
"Ding Dong." the door bell rang. I answered it and it's W and his son.
"Hi, we are here. Joey texted say we can come over now le." W told me as they stepped in. "Wow, nice villa and pool. Thanks for the offer. Here's some wine and snacks for you guys." W thanked me as he passed the items to me.
"Hey, you guys are fast." Joey came out from the room, in her pink bikini top and white bottom, much to the pleasure of W and myself. As we expected to be private pool for just ourselves, Joey didn't really pack proper swimming attire.
"Erm.. Ahh ya.. This boy cannot wait ma." W snapped out of his staring and replied. He and his son wasted no time, took off the clothes and jumped right into the pool while I head into the room to change.
When I came out, I saw Joey sitting by the pool side with her legs in the pool kicking around, while W is facing her chit chatting, leaving his son to swim alone.
"Eh, why you mot swimming?" I asked.
"Water a bit.. Cold ma." Joey replied. "Slowly lo."
I jumped right into the pool and told Joey to join in. "Come la. Once inside, a while not cold le." As I was facing her while talking to her, I can see her cameltoe outlined clearly from her wet thin white bikini bottom. No wonder W is always facing her and not swimming.
After a while of coaxing, Joey is still reluctant to come in so I swam over, pulled Joey's legs and try getting her into the pool. Joey struggled a bit, causing her legs to open even bigger, making the cameltoe even more obvious. I am sure W's cock is struggling to break free from his tight trunks as he appeared to be uneasy in the water.
"Wah lau. Very cold leh." Joey exclaimed.
"Very fast one not cold one la. You cold then go grab some glasses and enjoy the whisky we brought in the pool lo." I told Joey.
Joey pushed herself up, stretch out her right leg to exit from the pool. As she was doing that her butt was very close to W and as she lifted her right leg up, that spread her pussy wider and stretched the thin white bottom piece even more until its almost like translucent. W's eyes were fixated at her pussy.
After a while, Joey came out from the living area, with 2 glasses and half bottle of whisky. "Wah. Who go on the aircon inside. Inside even colder leh." she complained. It is indeed cold from her erected nipples poking through the pink bikini top.
She walked over and squatted down by the pool side and placed the items down carefully. Once again, that exposed her cameltoe even more, until her pussy is almost showing. "No ice, drink neat ba." Joey poured the whisky and passed to W. What an enjoyment for W, enjoying whisky with an erected nipples and clear cameltoe view, so close until you can almost smell her pussy.
Throughout the swim, we discussed about everything from work to covid, swam and splash round and also the frequent in and out of the pool by Joey to open the wine, get the beers or snacks. W and myself are enjoying the frequent near exposure by Joey throughout the 2 hours pool time.
By then we are a bit high and tired. W's son finally had enough of pool time and head out of the pool with W. "Daddy, very cold now. Can we bathe and change now?" W's son shivered.
"Okok, let's quickly walk back to our room." W told him.
"Oei, no la. He so cold, you still want walk back. Some more later inside hotel aircon. Wait catch a cold ah. Shower here first lo. You can use the room bathroom." Joey shouted over to W and pointed to the bedroom bathroom.
"Okok thank you." W and his son hurried into the bathroom.
Now with only 2 of us in the pool and feeling horny from the alcohol and teasing by Joey, I swam over to her and stood behind her. She felt my erected cock on her butt and exclaimed, "Wow, some one is horny liao ah. Haha."
"Of course, with your erected nipples and chee bye so exposed all this while." I told Joey as I slipped my right hand into her bikini bottom. "You also so wet liao ah. See too much W's cock?"
"Oei, ah... Don't anyhow.. Ahh say hor. Cause drink.. High liao.. Ma.. Ah.. Don't... Do.. Now la... Wait.. Ahh.. They come.. Out.. Ahh." Joey resisted weakly and moaned softly as she gets more aroused.
I took out my erected from the tight trunks, pulled her bikini bottom aside and entered her slowly in the pool.
"Hmmmm.. Ahhh... No..... They.. Ahhh.. Almost... Done ma.. Ahh. Hmm m. Hmm..." Joey let out some muffled moans as she is struggling to cover her mouth.
After pumping slowly for few mins, W's son came out. We stopped the pumping with my cock still inside Joey and continued drinking our whisky naturally. I asked him where is his daddy and he told us daddy is using the toilet.
A while later, W came out, a bit panting. "Sorry, bit urgent so borrow your toilet. Thanks for the day today. Enjoy your stay." With that, they left the villa without realising my cock is still inside Joey.
We continued pumping in pool with Joey now able to moan freely. "Ahhh. Ahhhh.. Ahhh. Cumming.. Fuck.. Shiok... Ahh.." We both cummed together hard after 10 mins.
I came out of the pool first and head to the toilet to shower, while Joey continued resting and chilling in the pool. As I was showering, I saw the dress which Joey was wearing earlier on the floor, together with her white bra and black lacy thongs on the floor. She must have changed out in a hurry so that W and his son can come over to use the pool.
As I helped her pick up the clothes, I notice fresh sticky wet stains on her thongs, especially at the part that's covering her pussy. Immediately I realised it must be W's cum. He must be sniffing around and playing with her thongs and using it to jerk off after so much teasings by Joey today.
The thoughts of W sniffing her used thongs, with the smell of sweat and pee of her pussy and ass turned me on. It wasn't long that I got hard again. We had another few rounds throughout the staycation; at outdoor shower area, living area, bedroom and even once in the pool again before checking out the next day.
It is really worth the stay.
18 notes
·
View notes
Text
Late night escapades
Type: Oneshot
Characters: Junmyeon x Reader
Genre: Idol AU, Smut, Fluff
Warnings: Unprotected sex, Creampie, Dirty talk, Panty sniffing
Status: Completed
Summary: SM Entertainment has just announced that Junmyeon will be releasing a solo album soon. Because his hard work for the past 15 years as a trainee and an artist has finally paid off, he definitely deserves a special gift from me.
Words: 2494
I hear soft raps on my balcony door and my eyes shoot open immediately, knowing full well who the culprit is. I shove the covers off my legs and all but run to let the person in.
“Junmyeon baby!” I whisper-squeal when the man pulls his hood off to reveal his face.
Unable to control my excitement, my arms encircle his neck and I cling onto him like a toddler. My boyfriend chuckles huskily as he lifts me off my feet so that I am resting on his waist with my legs wrapped around his hips. His hands are cupping my butt, just stroking the panty-clad cheeks softly.
Once he has securely locked the door and drawn the curtains, he drops me onto my bed and hovers on top of my form. I can’t stop the giggles from taking over me.
“Did you climb up the tree just to get up to my room again?”
Junmyeon looks at me sheepishly and I instantly know the answer to my question. I smack his chest playfully.
“You’re lucky I miss you so much! I’ll let it go this time but next time just call me so that you can enter my home by the front door like a normal person. I don’t want you breaking bones when your livelihood depends on it.”
Junmyeon flashes me his pearly whites and nods in defeat. The male crawls down so that he can lay his head on my belly.
“How has my favourite girl been?”
He lifts my shirt slightly to give me kisses around my belly button. My fingers instantly make their way to his hair, combing through the soft locks as I sigh.
“Better now that i’m seeing you.”
Junmyeon’s head snaps up to me, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he grins at me like a love-struck teenager. He gives me one last peck on my hip bone and then inches up so that he is eye level with me.
Junmyeon cups my face in both his hands like I am precious china and gives me a long smooch, first sucking on my lower lip and then engaging me in a sloppy tongue fight.
When he pulls away from my lips with a smack, his eyes are soft. He is looking down at me with adoration, as if I am the light of his life, and my expression mirrors his exactly.
“Oh! Congratulations on your solo debut Kim Junmyeon!” I exclaim with a proud smile.
I am so delighted for him. After all the years of training and promoting as a member of Exo, he has finally been given an opportunity to release an album on his own.
Not that he doesn't like promoting with Exo of course, he just wants a chance to show his fans the real him. After 8 years of performing as Suho, he wants to give his fans the opportunity to see the real Kim Junmyeon.
“Thank you sweetheart,” he murmurs and pecks my forehead, nose and then lastly, my lips. “Where’s my present?”
“I just gave you a kiss though.”
Junmyeon holds a finger up in my face, dissatisfaction written all over his tired features.
“Correction, I gave you a kiss. You received it! And a kiss is barely enough, I want more!”
I don’t need to ponder any further about what more he can possibly want from me. I know exactly what Junmyeon is asking for because his pupils have darkened and blown out. I am more than willing to give him anything anyway, even without him asking.
Taking my silence as consent, Junmyeon sits up on his knees.
“You’re gonna let your boyfriend have his way with you, right?”
I nod eagerly without any contemplation, desiring exactly what Junmyeon is instigating.
Junmyeon hurriedly pulls the silk nightdress off my body leaving me in only my panties because who the hell wears a bra to sleep? He then pulls his own top off too.
I can’t resist sitting up and running my palms over my boyfriend’s smooth chest and abdomen. God this man is so fucking sexy. He usually keeps to a strict exercise regime and healthy eating. With his music video filming coming up soon, he is working out extra hard so that he will look good.
Thanks to the moonlight gleaming into my room through the sheer curtains and directly onto Junmyeon's stomach, I can see just how much of an effect his exercise sessions have on his body.
It is certainly panty drop worthy.
Feeling somewhat rushed, Junmyeon nudges my shoulder so that I am laid back down on the bed. His hands glide down from my shoulders to my waist so that he can get rid of my panties.
I totally don’t expect Junmyeon to bring my underwear up to his nose for a quick whiff. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he groans as soon as he inhales my scent.
I feel more juices dripping out of me.
Junmyeon shoves my panties into the back pocket of his jeans and then gets off the bed to remove his pants and boxers. His cock slaps against his hard stomach as soon as it is free of any restraints.
It is livid red and pre-cum is already dripping from the tip. I lick my lips as I feel myself salivating, already wanting my boyfriend’s member in my mouth.
Junmyeon smirks when I swallow loudly. He loves when I am needy for him, which is something I always am whenever he is around.
From the foot of my bed where he is standing, Junmyeon walks around and settles himself against the headboard. My eyes follow his every movement and they twinkle when he beckons me to go over to where he is.
I quickly get on my knees and crawl up to my boyfriend eagerly. I drop myself down on his robust thighs so that his legs are nestled between mine.
“Foreplay for another time baby girl, I need you already,” Junmyeon whispers and grips my hips so that he can hold my body up over his dick.
He takes his time lubricating the tip of his rod with my juices. I aid by swinging my hips back and forth, my breath coming out in needy pants already. Once in a while, Junmyeon purposely presses himself against my clit just so he can see me jolt at the pleasure.
“Please oppa, I want you inside me,” I whine and look at my boyfriend with puppy eyes while I wiggle my hips suggestively.
I just need to feel him in me already.
Junmyeon playfully glares at me.
“You only call me oppa when you want something,” he complains at first but then he suddenly shoves himself into me, making me yelp in shock and my hair stand on edge.
My hands immediately fly to cover my mouth. After all, I live with my parents and I certainly do not want them abruptly walking in on me and Junmyeon while we are doing the deed.
“But what my princess wants, oppa will always give.”
Once I get over the initial shock of Junmyeon’s thick meat in me, I lift myself up and slowly sink back down on him, taking more and more of him into my expanding hole each time.
As soon as I can accommodate his size and sink down on him fully, the both of us hiss. Me because I am filled to the hilt with my boyfriend, and Junmyeon because of my warmth and tightness surrounding him.
I press my forehead on Junmyeon's collarbone because I need a moment to gather my wits. He is driving me crazy even though we haven’t even done anything yet.
“Move,” Junmyeon orders breathlessly and taps my buttocks to encourage me to start riding him.
I sit up on my knees and start bouncing on Junmyeon’s length. I grip onto his shoulders for support and I use that hold as leverage to carry myself up after I sit down on his stiff rod.
My head lolls backwards when I take a moment to circle my hips. The tip of Junmyeon’s dick is pushing all the right buttons in me.
The male takes the opportunity to leave wet kisses on the newly exposed skin of my neck. Then, he grabs my butt cheeks and helps me move over him. He lifts my whole weight up and then drops me back down on him, hard.
My mouth is permanently hanging open to let out silent moans.
With my wildly bouncing breasts right in line with Junmyeon’s sight, he leans in to leave bite marks and licks all over my chest. His hands leave my ass to fondle my tits and tweak my nipples. He squeezes and plays with them as if they are his soft toys.
My hands that were previously on Junmyeon’s shoulders are soon over his, encouraging him to pinch my mounds harder. I sigh in bliss when the man leans forward to take a taut nipple into his hot mouth, lightly nibbling on the nub until it is red and erect. He then gives the same treatment to the other side.
I am slowly losing strength in my legs so I lean back, resting my hands on Junmyeon’s thighs to help me push myself back and forth. My boyfriend’s eyes are glued to our connected parts, mesmerised by the way my walls expand just to accommodate him.
“Look at you taking me in so well baby girl,” he comments with his jaw clenched.
I bite on my lip shyly at the compliment and lift Junmyeon’s hand that is idly resting on the bed to place it on my clit. He understands my intentions right away and slowly rubs lazy circles onto the nub.
My movements become jerky and I let out a throaty groan. I quickly sit up and wrap my arms around the male’s shoulders, shoving my face into the crook of his neck and my breasts flush against his chest.
I shamelessly moan and pant into Junmyeon’s ears as he continues his ministrations on my sensitive organ. My hips move on their own accord and start grinding onto his member. I mewl wantonly when he roughly pinches my clit with his thumb and index finger.
I am getting close to my orgasm and Junmyeon can tell from the pulsations of my pussy walls. Also, my moans are getting louder with each stroke.
Worried that I might wake my parents up with my incessant noises, my boyfriend clamps my mouth to shut me up and carries me with one arm to lay me down on the bed, all while he is still deeply penetrating me.
Junmyeon gets on his knees and pushes my legs to my chest. He pulls out until only the tip of his cock is in me and then surges forward all of a sudden, hitting my sweet spot head-on, making me let out a choked breath.
He does that continuously until I am a whimpering mess below him. He presses his palm harder against my mouth.
“Shut the fuck up,” he whispers ferociously against my earlobe.
But how can I when he is fucking me so well?
When I let out another loud moan, Junmyeon halts his thrusts altogether. I am just about to whine when he brings his mouth to my ear.
“If you don’t shut the fuck up, i’m not gonna let you cum," he warns. "Oppa really wants to hear you scream out my name but we can’t wake your parents up. Understand?”
I swallow and nod robotically. At this point, I would have said yes to anything he demanded, as long as it would make Junmyeon plow into me.
Even though Junmyeon is still covering my mouth for safe measure, I bite my lip to control my cries when he starts pistoning into my cunt again.
I am grasping onto the bedsheets below me as if my life depends on them. I feel a spurt of my man's cum against my tight walls and I know both our highs are going to crash over us soon.
Junmyeon is getting ready to pull out of me as he always does, but I am not going to let him. I am supposed to give him a present after all.
My fingers curl around his wrist and pull it away from my mouth.
“Blow your load in me please oppa, i’m on the pill,” I grit out breathlessly, already feeling myself teetering off.
I have never seen Junmyeon look that elated before. It is like seeing a child getting candy.
Almost immediately, my boyfriend’s finger is back on my clit and he starts thrusting into me faster. My metal bed frame begins squeaking softly, protesting against the sudden rough movements.
My body is quaking and spasming, trying to welcome the sudden increase of pleasure. I am feeling lightheaded and my eyelids are fluttering, trying to concentrate on getting myself to cum.
What’s worse is that I can’t even scream out to let Junmyeon know how much ecstasy he is inflicting on my body. But he obviously knows and I can tell from his cocky smile and smirk.
“Come for oppa, my love. I need to feel that tight pussy cum around me,” Junmyeon's dirty talk spurs me to lose my mind faster.
Just as I explode, the male lowers his lips onto mine, eating up my moans. I am unable to kiss him back properly when the sensation of my high wrecks through my body. I just let him play with my tongue as he wants while my only focus is to ride out my orgasm.
Junmyeon isn’t far behind because as soon as my warm juices coat his cock, his movements become jerky.
"Baby girl you feel like heaven. You're gonna make me cum so hard," his voice comes out so strained and breathless.
I clench my pussy walls to squeeze him tighter and soon enough, he explodes deep into me.
“Ooooh yes,” I gasp and sigh in contentment as the warmth of his milky cum spread throughout the pits of my belly.
Junmyeon lazily thrusts into me a few more times and once he has let out the last droplet of his pent up frustration into my cervix, he pulls out and lands on the vacant space beside me.
I feel the sticky liquids from inside me stream out onto my thigh but I am too lazy to move and I know Junmyeon must be feeling the same. I am already drifting off to dreamland when I feel him drop kisses on my sweaty hair.
“Mmm, thank you for the best present ever baby girl,” Junmyeon purrs before pulling me close to him so that we are spooning.
I only hope we will be able to wake up before my parents do the following morning or they will be in for a jaw dropping surprise.
A/N: Let me know what you think! Please leave a comment :)
#exo#exosnet#exowritersnet#suhosnet#exo fanfiction#exo scenarios#exo smut#exo fic#junmyeon#junmyeon fanfiction#junmyeon scenarios#junmyeon smut#junmyeon fic#suho#suho fanfiction#suho scenarios#suho smut#suho fic
138 notes
·
View notes
Text
Pretending (Part Two)
Author: @anonymous0writer
Summary: When a tourist won’t leave you alone at a party in the Boneyard, you go to John B. for help. But something’s changed.
Warnings: Swearing... nothing else (I think) Alcohol use. Mentions of sex. Like twice.
A/N: This is a long one- but it’s finally here. I loved hearing the feedback! Thank you. :) Also, I might make this a slow burn. Idk. Let me know. Also, I’ve never had a hangover, and Idk how to write it. Also, if you want to be tagged, let me know!
Part One here
You groan, keeping your face tucked into the pillow. Your head feels like it’s been split open. Your hangover is bad. Whatever was in that drink did the trick. You can barely remember where you were last night, but unfortunately, it didn’t wipe away the thing you hoped it would.
You didn’t want to face the day. Or John B. Or Pope, or Kie’s questioning eyes and her uncanny ability to know what you were thinking. And you certainly didn’t want to face the hangover that was going to kill you all day.
But you’d have to face it eventually, right? You hoped it was something that’d go away with time, but you were never a very lucky person.
“Y/N!! Are you up?”
John B.’s voice carried through the room, reaching your ears. Conveniently, you stomach flopped at the familiar voice. God, you had butterflies. Butterflies. And this time, you weren’t able to blame it on the alcohol. You silently cursed yourself.
You felt the couch you were currently sprawled across dip as John B. sat down at the end of the bed. You shut your eyes tightly. You did not like John B. This was some weird faze. John B. was your best friend. No romantic feelings involved. You didn’t like John Booker Routledge. Not one bit. Not ever.
You jumped as a hand gently touched your shoulder.
“Y/N?” He asked, hand still warm on your shoulder. “I know you’re awake.”
You groaned into the pillow again, and flipped over, lying on your back. You didn’t realize it, but your shirt slide up, exposing your stomach, and the bottom of your bra to your best friend. Your stomach was tan from days in the sun, and your bra was a lacy, white thing. You were too busy grumbling and throwing an arm across your eyes to protect yourself from the blinding sun to notice how John’s eyes flickered to your stomach. He licked his lips, eyes landing on the peek of the bra and bare stomach. But it was so quick, that even if you were staring right at him, your hungover brain wouldn’t have caught it.
“John, leave me alone!” You heaved a sigh. You removed your arm from across your eyes and rubbed them. “God, it’s fucking bright in here.”
He laughed, a sound you’ve always loved, but now it brings a flutter in your stomach. Fuck. You really had a crush on him. Your stomach did the classic teenage high school romance movie flip flop. And you hated it. This crush would easily turn into something bigger, knowing yourself. You spent all fucking day with the boy. How could you look at him in a platonic way again? Your feelings would grow and it’d fuck up your life. And you hated the way you fell like those cheesy high school movies. You never thought it was that realistic, and the cheesiness was like salt in the wound since you didn’t have much luck with boyfriends. Your total was a grand one of: one. Yes, one. And it was pretty bad. It was freshman year, and you were somewhat friends. You dated for a couple months and then you lost your virginity to him, and after that, you never talked. It wasn’t a great track record. But having you stomach flip like in the movies made you hate it all the more. This was a little too realistic.
“You gotta get up. There’s coffee and some breakfast in the kitchen. You should eat.”
You squinted at him, from your spot nestled in a blanket on John B’s couch. For some reason, he seemed to talk to you more gently, and he was nicer. Wasn’t he? He seemed to treat you differently than he would normally. You hoped it was just your imagination, because you couldn’t deal if you had said something last night. Last night came back to your in fragmented pictures and hazy snap shots.
You were begin chased by the cute tourist, Julian. You had finally got him off your back when you went to John B. And you convinced him that John B. was your boyfriend, and kissed him to prove it. Holy shit. You kissed John B. Oh god.
You try to remember what happened after. You went to talk to Kie, and got crazy drunk. Then at an absurd hour, all five of you stumbled back to the van. And thank god to Pope for keeping the signal clear all night and refusing a drink, because you were sure that if you all got as drunk as you remembered, you’d all be dead in a ditch.
You and JJ passed out on the couch, Kie going to the guest bedroom, John B. in his room and Pope on his usual spot of the couch on the porch. Those were your regular spots, though JJ usually had a touron and was giving it to her in a more private spot like the guest bedroom while you and Kie giggled on the couch. And that’s how you ended up, tangled in a blanket on John B.’s couch.
“Where is everyone?” You asked, voice hoarse.
John B. looked surprised. You didn’t acknowledge his comment about food, when usually, when this hungover, you would kill for food. He ran a hand through his hair. You sighed at the sight, sitting up. God, that hair. John B. would be the death of you.
“Um. Pope went home. He’s in lock down for a couple days after ditching his dad.” I winced. Poor Pope. “Kie’s up- I don’t she got as wasted as you did. You went fucking crazy with the drinks.” He studied you, and you shifted uncomfortably under his eyes. He was trying to figure out why you drowned the night away with hard alcohol, and you weren’t ready to give it up. You shrugged, and he sighed, continuing. “JJ’s passed out on the couch on the porch.”
You nodded, running your hands through your hair. Maybe a shower would wake you up and clear your throbbing head. You swung your legs over the side of the couch, and immediately felt like you were going to throw up. “Shit.” You murmured and gagged.
“Woah! You okay?” John asked, hand on the small of your back. You tensed.
You nodded, the feeling of throwing up easing. “Yeah.” You stood on shaky legs. “I think I’m going to take a shower. Is that okay?”
He nodded. And watched as you slowly made your way to the bathroom, rubbing your eyes aggressively. A cold shower would clear your confused mind and wake you up. However, you didn’t catch the small glance down to your butt from the boy on the couch. You wore a big T-shirt Kie gave to you and small cut offs.
You shut the bathroom door and looked at yourself in the mirror. Messy hair, wild eyes and a frown. You looked bad. And hungover. If your mom caught you like this she’d freak. Though you doubted she was sober enough to notice her daughter. She used to be a good mom, but dad left, and then she started to get rocky. You were eight when your father left, and it took two years until your mother teetered off the edge of her addiction. After that, she was going to work, halfway sober, coming home and drinking the day away. She did have good days, where she cleaned up, made you lunch and promised she’d quit. But her last good day had been three months ago. And you saw no hope for her to have another one.
You started the shower, making sure the water was cold. You stripped, leaving your clothes on the bathroom floor. You slid under the wake of freezing water.
“Holy fuck!” You squealed as the water hit your skin and chilled you to the bone. You took shaky breaths, fully awake. You moved, getting your hair wet and slowly getting used to the chilling water. You washed your hair and body and climbed out.
You wrapped a towel around yourself and shivered. Realizing you had no clean clothes, you gathered your dirty ones in a ball and tiptoed out of the bathroom.
“Kie!” You hissed, trying to wake the girl sprawled on the bed. You peered around the corner of the guest room. “Kiara!”
She grumbled as you entered the room. You closed the door and called your friends name again. She finally got up, opening her eyes.
“What?”
“I need clothes. Do you have a bag?”
Kie nodded. Whenever going to the Boneyard, she packed a bag of clothes for herself, and usually you(because you always forgot) so you’d have something clean to wear. And something that didn’t smell like beer, vodka and fire. You’d long since perfected the lies and ways to convince your parents that you’d just been having fun at John B.’s. Definitely not getting shitfaced drunk and hooking up with random guys.
She unzipped a backpack and flung clothes in your general direction. A bra, underwear and shorts hit your body as Kiara flopped back on the bed. She mumbled something about letting her sleep and pulled the covers back over her body.
You quickly slipped on the underwear and the shorts but frowned when no shirt appeared. “Kie, what? Where’s a shirt?”
“God, Y/N, you know how to annoy someone.”
You mumbled an apology as your best friend sat up, and stretched. She stood and sifted through her bag. Kie frowns.
“Whoops. I only packed myself a shirt. I’d give it to you, but I smell like booze and a bonfire.” She looked up at you. “My parents would kill me.”
You nodded. “That’s fine.”
But now you were left in just a bra. And it was a black, showy one. You groaned. You were going to have to ask one of the boys for a shirt. Shit. You didn’t want to ask John B. Especially not in your bra, so you quietly exited Kie’s room to find JJ.
“JJ?” You called, crossing your arms over your chest.
He was in the living room, looking for his hat. He had shorts and a long sleeve on. He looked up, and his blue eyes traveled appreciatively over your body. You rolled your eyes. You didn’t feel uncomfortable even now. This was just JJ.
“Damn, Y/N.” JJ smirked at you.
“Keep it in your pants, Maybank. Do you have a shirt?” You scoffed, uncrossing your arms to flip him off. He’d seen you like this hundreds of times when you were in just a bikini on the beach.
JJ shook his head. “Sorry, babe.” He paused. “Maybe, John B. does.”
Your eyes widened. Oh shit. But it was too late. JJ was already yelling his friends name. You closed you eyes briefly, pinching the bridge of your nose. John B. opened the front door, wearing a one button shirt that showed off his tanned and toned chest. You swallowed. His eyes widened at the sight of you in shorts and a showy, black bra. A small smile tugged on his lips.
“What?”
“Do you have a shirt for Y/N?” JJ asked.
You bit your lip, hoping the answer was yes, because you really hoped you didn’t have to parade around in a bra all day. You’d done it before, with a even smaller bikini top, but you didn’t want to when you got butterflies every time John B. talked and he was looking at you like that.
“Uh, yeah.” John B. smiled at you as he passed you. As he did, you got a whiff of his scent. It smelled nice. He smelled like salt water. The smell was soothing.
JJ frowned, confused, at you. “Why are blushing?”
You eyes widen. Fuck. “I’m not blushing J.”
JJ smirked, making his way towards you. “Oh, yeah you are!” He laughed, and cupped your face, examining the red blooming on your cheeks. “You’re fucking blushing, Y/N!”
You glared and swatted his hands away. “I am not!”
JJ laughed, leaning close. “I bet you have a crush on John B.”
Jeez. Were you that easy to read? Deciding it was no use to deny it, you pressed a finger to your lips, begging him to keep it a secret. He did the motion of locking his lips and throwing away the key. You sighed in relief.
“Here you go.” John B. said, holding out a shirt of his to you. You spun on your heel and grabbed the shirt, thanking him. You slid it over your head and tucked the front into your shorts. You felt better and smiled at John.
John ran a hand through his hair. “We should get breakfast and head out to surf. There are good waves today.”
You nodded. “I’ll grab Kie.”
After eating breakfast and downing coffee, you, JJ, Kiara and John B. arrived at the beach and started surfing. Sadly, Pope couldn’t get out of helping his father, even for an hour, so it was just the four of you.
The boys called out, yelling and cheering as they raced for the next big wave coming towards you. Without thinking, you dropped on your board and raced after them. Kie was on your heels.
You got the wave, coasting freely. You did a couple tricks, and a new one JJ taught you. You caught JJ’s eye and he clapped.
“Nice job!”
“Thanks!” You yelled back. You’d been working on that one for weeks, and you finally mastered it.
Kie appeared at your side, and you both sat dormant in the water, not yet ready to chase another wave. She smiled at you, lifting a hand to block the sun.
“Can we talk?”
“Yeah, of course.” You smiled. “What’s up?”
“It’s not about me. It’s about you.” Kie said, catching you by surprise. About you? “What happened at the Boneyard last night? Something was on your mind.”
You blinked. Oh. Right. Kie asked you what was wrong, and you didn’t want to talk about it. That was when you were confused about the kiss and feelings exploding in your gut, and right before you got shitfaced.
“Oh.” You struggled to find words. “I guess- I like someone who I shouldn’t.”
It felt like getting something heavy off your chest, but it wasn’t like you’ve been building feelings for John B. and have finally confessed. You weren’t even a hundred percent sure you liked him liked him.
Kie’s eyes widen. “Shit!” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re not fucking a Kook are you, ‘cause-”
“No! Kie! Of course not!” You shivered at the thought.
Your best friend frowned. “Then who do you like? Oh!” Her dark eyes shot up to meet yours. They were as wide as saucers. “Holt crap! You like a pogue. Like a one in the crew!” Her hand flew to her mouth.
You bit your lip and nodded. Kiara leaned closer. “Who?” She frowned. “JJ?”
“No.”
“John B. You like him don’t you?” She guessed.
“I think so.” You groaned, putting your face in your hands. “I don’t know. We kissed last night- we were pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend because this guy wouldn't leave me alone.”
Her eyes widen, and she pulled your board closer. “Shit! But we have the no macking rule.” She frowned.
“Is Y/N macking someone?” John B. asked, smirking as he paddled over on his board.
You rolled your eyes, trying to play it off. “No. Kie’s just joking.”
Kiara rolled her eyes. “We should head back. I’m craving a beer.”
“I could go for a beer!” JJ whooped as he joined your cluster of surf boards. You guys laughed and made your way back to the beach. Once you settle down on towels and had cracked open a couple beers, you noticed the looks Kiara and JJ were giving you. They looked at you and used their eyes to motion for you to sit next to John B.
You shook your head. These two idiots would give it away. You took a sip of your beer, suddenly needing the alcohol. JJ jumped up, sending sand flying. You flipped him off, glaring. You brushed off your shirt and pushed your sunglasses over your eyes. It was four o’clock, yet the sun was still burning.
“We should play truth or dare!” JJ proposed, grinning wildly. Your stomach dropped. Oh no. Kie nodded animated, and voiced her agreement. What were these two up two? You had a bad feeling, and knew this wouldn’t end well. For you.
Before you could decline, John B shrugged and sat next to you in the sand. You glanced at him, the sunlight lighting up his eyes. “Sure.”
You closed your eyes. Holy god.
“Alright!” JJ clapped, still standing before you, John and Kie. “Let’s get started. Kie- truth or dare?” He pointed finger guns at her, fake shooting. She laughed, and picked truth.
JJ sat down, crossing his legs and resting his arms on the tops of his knees. A beer hung loosely from his hand. He met your gaze and winked his baby blues at you. You looked at him, pleading that he just let the game drop. But he smirked a wicked smile and you knew there was no hope. You took another sip of the beer.
“Last time you had sex?” JJ asked, eyes on Kie.
Kie thought, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “Month ago.”
You laugh. You remember the boy. Kie was trying to talk to him about the turtles and he only listened because he thought she was hot and wanted to fuck. He was an asshole.
“My turn right?” Kie asked, eyes dancing with mischief. “John B.”
He looked up, “Shoot.” They seemed to unanimously pick truth. You prayed this game wasn’t just going to be truth.
“If you had to kiss a pogue, who’d you choose?”
Oh lord. You’re cheeks burned, ready for the embarrassment of him rejecting you. You licked your lips and rested your head on your knees, trying to hide.
“Oh, easy.” John B. grinned. “Y/N.” He pulled you close. “She’s my girlfriend.”
You were pressed against his side, arm thrown over your shoulders. You curled into his warmth without realizing it. Despite yourself, you laughed and smiled.
You pulled out of his grasp. John tapped his fingers against his chin. “JJ!” The blue eyed boy looked up. “What was the name of the last girl you fucked?”
JJ smirked. “I have no clue.”
That spouted a round of laughter between you. The game continued, Kie and JJ laying off on the questions of you and John, but they still heavily hinted. As the game continued, so did the alcohol. You were all a little drunk, but JJ had knocked a couple more back, fully drunk.
He stood up abruptly, raising his hands in the air. “Alright! John B.would you-”
“JJ, it’s not your turn,” You rolled your eyes.
“-date Y/N?” He yelled, catching your eye. Fuck. Did he just ask if John would date you? That’s not a typical question.
John B.’s eyes went wide. “What?” His brows furrowed. “Why’d you ask me that?”
Your cheeks burned. He was going to reject you. This was going to be so bad. You didn’t think it could get worse.
JJ laughed, “’cus she fucking likes you man!”
You heart skipped a beat. You were wrong. It could get worse.
#obx#outer banks#outer banks imagine#john b routledge#john b#john b obx#john b x y/n#kiara outer banks#kiara carrera#pope heyward#pope obx#jj#jj maybank#jj obx#obx netflix#john b x reader#john b x you
294 notes
·
View notes
Text
Not So Dangerous Liaison - Sidney Crosby - Part 8
Word: 2,747
POV: Sidney’s
Warnings: Language as always
Notes: Well after the loss of all my edits, I can’t promise that I didn’t miss something, but I did re-edit it, so hopefully it’s ok. I have to say this is one of my favorite stories so far. Hope you guys like it as well. Happy Reading!
Not So Dangerous Liaison Masterlist
Over the next couple of weeks, (Y/N) maintained a safe distance from you and the rest of the guys. She was still her smiley bubbly self; she just avoided any, one on one interactions, especially with you. It wasn’t really noticeable unless you were watching her every move, which you kind of were. Since the first round of playoffs, only took you to New York, it wasn’t as if you had a lot of free time. The games were close together, so when you were in the city, you were all focused on hockey, including (Y/N). Her primary concern was everyone on the team’s well-being, and it seemed the guys were really getting used to relying on her.
Things went so well that the first round against the Rangers was done in five games. The only problem with that, was that it put you back in Washington. You wondered how (Y/N) would handle going back there. You noticed that everyone had the same rooms from the last time you were here and you were half tempted to go check on her as the night went on, though you resisted. You noticed pretty much everyone stuck to the hotel the first couple nights, but when the team lost the first game in overtime; it was mandatory everyone stay in after that.
It was around midnight the night before game two, and you couldn’t sleep. You were totally hyped up for the game but also concerned about (Y/N). You headed down to the gym, thinking you could get a quick half-hour run in, hopefully using some of that excess energy. The hotel didn’t normally allow public access to the equipment this time of night, but (Y/N) had made sure that the team would be able to use it at all hours. It still startled you though, when you saw a female figure running on the treadmill when you opened the door. You didn’t have to see her face to know that it was (Y/N), you’d memorized her every curve since your time in the elevator together. She had her airpods in and didn’t notice you, so you took a moment to just drink in the sight of her all alone. She had on a tight pair of leggings with one of those sports bras that had multiple straps in the back, while her hair was in a ponytail; in your opinion, she looked like a goddess at that moment.
You cleared your throat, partly to let her know that you were there, but also because your mouth was literally dry from staring at (Y/N). She still didn’t notice you standing there, so you coughed a little louder in hopes of not startling her. She jumped, breaking her stride; quickly hitting the machine to stop. “Oh my god, you scared the hell out me.”
“Sorry,” you whispered sheepishly.
She took her earbuds out then. “No, it’s my fault. I probably shouldn’t be here. Let me just wipe this down and I’ll get out of your way.” That was the last thing you wanted.
“Don’t,” well that came out a little bit harsh. “I mean…you don’t have to. It would be nice to have someone to talk to.” She nodded but didn’t say anything, and instead just got back on the treadmill, starting off at a slower pace. “Can’t sleep?”
“Not really, you?”
“Same, I’m a little too keyed up for the game tomorrow.” You started a slow jog beside her, not quite the exhausting pace that you wanted to run, but you wanted to spend some time talking to (Y/N).
She smiled over at you then. “You know you’ll be great Sid. You always are.”
“Thanks,” It was an automatic reply, but then you decided to reveal a bit more about yourself, after all, she’d exposed a vulnerable part of herself the last time it was the two of you. “It’s a lot though. You know...the pressure to always be…well great.”
She looked over at you, a genuine sincerity to in her eyes and voice. “I can’t imagine.”
“I’m just always afraid I’ll be letting the team and everyone down.” If you were being completely honest, you would’ve told her that you also feared letting yourself down as well.
“Sid, you could never let anyone down. You’re the hardest working person on this team and everyone knows that. I know you’re under a tremendous amount of pressure, but go out there and just have fun.” She paused as if collecting her thoughts, then stopped the treadmill; you did as well. “I shouldn’t admit this, but I’ve seen you out there on the ice when no one else is around. There’s just so much joy on your face. It’s kind of contagious; you know. You look so at home there…and well that’s what you need to do; go out there and just play. Play like it doesn’t matter what happens, but because you love to do it; because I know you do.”
God, she was right. You wanted so badly to kiss her at that moment. You put so much pressure on yourself, that you forgot how much fun hockey was. “You remember that night a couple weeks ago when you told me I was good with the pep talks.” She nodded. “Well, you’re not so bad yourself.” A pretty pink blush crept up to her cheeks then, that had nothing to do with the exercising she’d been doing. “I’m just going to go out there and do what I love.”
“Good,” she returned back with that beautiful smile of hers.
“And if we ever need motivation in the locker room; I’m coming to get you.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” She glanced at the clock on the wall then. “It’s late. I think I’m going to head up.”
You didn’t really want your time alone with her to end, but she was right; you both needed sleep. “I’ll walk up with you if you don’t mind?"
“Not at all.” The two of you ended up in the same elevator you’d been trapped in only weeks ago. Part of you was hoping fate would step in and trap you again, but as the doors opened up onto your floor; you had no such luck.
“Thanks again.” You told her, wishing that you could do more than just say the words, thank you to her.
“Just part of the job.” She commented off-hand.
“It’s not, but it means more than you know.” She reached over and wrapped you in a hug then. Your arms instinctively tightening around her. Breathing deeply, you inhaled her scent; trying to engrain it into your memory. All too quickly she released you, and while you wanted to frown from the loss of contact; you found yourself smiling back at her.
“Goodnight, Sid.”
“Night (Y/N).” She turned and started in the direction of her room, which was opposite yours. For a moment you stood there, just staring at her form. “Hey (Y/N),” at the sound of your voice she turned back around. “I’m glad you decided to stay.”
That smile had you rooted to your spot in the hallway. “Me too,” she breathed out, then disappeared into her room. You headed to your room, where you slept like a baby; dreams of (Y/N) filling your mind.
The following night, you couldn’t say that you had the best game of your life, but you did have fun, and that energy and enthusiasm transferred to everyone on the team. The Pens ended up winning that night as well as the next two games and they finished off the series in six games.
You wished you could say that the series in Tampa Bay went as easily. After a game five loss in Pittsburgh, the whole team was on edge and feeling a bit down. You had no idea that (Y/N) had approached Coach Sullivan with an idea to lighten the mood until you were told to meet on the bus for a workout session; everyone was to wear shorts and bring sunglasses. This didn’t sound like an ordinary practice. The bus trip took about forty-five minutes all of which (Y/N) was nowhere to be found. It finally ended at a remote beach location, hardly anyone was around, but there was (Y/N). She had a makeshift course made with cones, and ropes along with a beach volleyball court set up. There were towels, sunscreen, and coolers all set up as well, but what you noticed most, was the cute little jean shorts and crop top (Y/N) had on.
As you all headed over to where she was with a couple of the trainers, it was Coach Sullivan who explained what was going on. “So, it was brought to my attention,” he looked over and nodded to (Y/N). “That maybe you guys needed to blow off a little steam, but just because our location is different, doesn’t mean we’re not going to work out. So, with that, I’m turning this over to the trainers for the next hours. But for godsakes, put some sunscreen on first. I don’t need anyone whining of a sunburn.”
Over the course of the next hour, the trainers had you running sprints in the sand, doing lateral shuffles, along with some intervals; all of which, you did happily in the sunshine. As soon as the workout was over, (Y/N) had drinks set up as well as protein bars and fruit. “So, lunch will be here in an hour.” She declared to the group. “I’ve been told you’re free to enjoy yourself until then. There’s volleyball, footballs, frisbees, all kinds of things around; oh, and there’s always the water. Have fun guys.”
Marc-Andre grabbed her arm before she could run away. “Where do you think you’re going? You’ve gotta join the volleyball game.”
“But lunch?” She protested.
“Is being prepared by someone, which means you’re free,” Kunitz told her dragging her onto the court. She threw her flip-flips off and gave into to everyone’s demands. She was on the same side of the court as you and you heard Chris casually answer. “Are you any good?”
“I haven’t played in a couple years, so don’t kill me if I suck.” Thank god it was just a friendly little game, and there were enough of the team around to cover up for any mistakes she might make.
She was standing beside you waiting for the first volley, when you heard her mutter, more to herself than you. “What have I gotten myself into?” You just sort of chuckled to yourself, as Horny sent the ball flying over the net toward your team with the first serve. Rusty was the first to hit it, and send it to the front line where Colesy smacked it down on the other side. There were a few more volleys back and forth before Geno served one over directly in front of (Y/N). She bump-set the ball up to the front line setting you up for a spike. It was a nice set from her, and everyone gave her a high five. However, it was a few serves later that she really impressed you.
Rusty returned the ball, but instead of heading toward the net; it went straight in the air. (Y/N) yelled that she had it and then proceeded to back set the ball to Dumo, who from the look on his face couldn’t believe how perfectly the ball was set up to him. You weren’t sure who was more stunned your team or the guys on the other side of the net. Instead of high fives this time, Kuny picked her up and twirled her around. You cursed that it was Chris and not you that got to hold her in his arms, though you knew he was only doing it in celebration.
When he finally set her back on the beach, you found yourself saying. “So were you just hiding this talent or what, eh?”
“I may have played a bit in high school, but it’s not like I’m a professional athlete like you guys.”
“We’re hockey players. We’re not good at every sport, especially ones that are played on a beach.” Rusty told her.
“Alright, now that your secret weapons out, let’s get back to the game,” Horny yelled over. The rest of the game (Y/N) played setter. Needless to say, you won, the first match. As you went to switch sides, she tossed her loose half-shirt off to the side, as you now had her working up a sweat. It wasn’t a big deal, because she had a bikini top underneath, but you had to say that your mouth got a little dry just drinking in the sight of her body and you wondered how many of the other guys were thinking the same thing. Suddenly, you wanted to grab her top and put it back on, or better yet, throw your shirt on her, then you would have her scent on two pieces of your clothing.
The game continued on, and you were thankful at times that you had good reflexes since you’d been staring a time or two at (Y/N) as she moved through the sand. The curves of her body called to you and longed to drag her off to some secluded place on this damn beach. The second match went even quicker than the first and you weren’t sure if that’s because (Y/N) was playing to her full potential or the fact that you were daydreaming about all the wicked things you wanted to do to her.
As soon as the match was over, she ran down the beach to check on lunch, while you all grabbed some water. It wasn’t five minutes later that she was gathering the team and taking them down to eat. There were several tables and benches set up on the hard ground, for you to all eat. She had all kinds of fresh fish, different kinds of pasta, and burgers as well. After the late lunch, no one was in the mood to continue volleyball, so everyone spent the rest of the time lounging on the beach.
You had decided to hit the water, and cool off a bit; though it didn’t really help, for as soon as you got out, you saw (Y/N) laying out reading a book. Grabbing a towel, you dried off a bit before plopping down on the sand beside her. “Whatcha reading?”
“Lies My Teacher Told Me, have you read it?”
“Can’t say I have. Is it any good?”
“Yes, it actually is. I can pass it on to you when I’m done.” You’d rather read it together with her, but apparently, she wasn’t offering that as an option.
“Yeah, that would be great. By the way, thanks for today, we all really needed it.”
She marked her page then closed the book and turned her attention towards you. “I hope it helps. Everyone seemed a little down after the last game.”
“Yeah, we kind of were, but this definitely helped blow off some steam.” It was truly something the team needed and so much better than staying in the hotel room and playing video games. “I think it’s really gonna help all of us tomorrow night. You’re really amazing; you know that?”
Her smile was as bright as the sun that shone above, and the cute shade of red she turned had nothing to do with the heat. “It was nothing, really.” You knew that it wasn’t and that she always downplayed anything that she did for the team. You wanted to tell her again how much she meant to both you and everyone here, but Coach Sullivan had other plans as he had you get ready to leave. (Y/N) stayed behind to make sure everything got cleaned up.
The following night, the whole team played better. You had an assist in the first and a goal in the second, but with five goals total the points were spread throughout the team. The win led you to a due or die game back home in Pittsburgh. It was Rusty who came in clutch in the second, scoring the first goal and putting the team on the board. It was short-lived as the lightning scored next, but Bryan was able to score another one about a minute later. The team was able to hold them off in the third and you walked away knowing you were going to The Stanley Cup Championships.
Here’s the link to the video for the beach/volleyball scene that was my inspo.
#Not So Dangerous Liaison Series#sidney crosby#sidney crosby imagine#Sidney Crosby Imagines#Pittsburgh Penguins fanfiction#Pittsburgh Penguins imagine#Pittsburgh Penguins imagines#nhl imagines#nhl imagine#nhl fanfic#hockey imagines#hockey imagine#hockey fanfiction
128 notes
·
View notes
Text
what started it all
Friday, August 6th. The morning of, I was strategically planning my outfit, mindful of the fact that I wanted to look good but also “professional” as these were ex-coworkers I was meeting, even if we were close-ish and more peers, but oblivious to what would happen later that night. Oh, and I was also going into the office, so yeah. I probably actually would have just worn yoga pants if it wasn’t for that.
I decided upon a cute brown knitted crop top (probably the most elegant yet cute top I own) and my new favorite dark blue a-line skirt that not only hides my muscular legs but also makes my waist look tiny. And a short grey cardigan to really complete the librarian look.
Driving from work to ktown, I learned that both of my ex-coworkers had not driven to the restaurant/bar. J had ubered, and JS basically lived there. Well, I was just going to eat and drink a few drinks and then drive home, right?
I was the last to arrive naturally. Having not seen either J or JS in a long time, I noticed J looked too tall and slightly awkward as usual. (How did I use to have THE biggest crush on this guy?) JS looked alright, wearing baggy street-style clothes that I generally dislike but with the classic Korean perm that I like. A negative and positive to balance each other out.
After being seated, JS looked me over and spoke. “You look different? Why do you look different?” “Well, I dyed my hair.” “Yeah I can see that.” “I’m not wearing glasses like usual?” “No, it’s not that...” “Oh, maybe because I lost some weight?” “Ohh that makes sense. No wonder you’re dressed so aggressive.”
Aggressive? Uhm okay JS, way to attack me like that. I’ll just attribute that to your non-native English skills. I’m sure you meant something along the lines of “wearing feminine clothes you don’t usually wear which surprised me so much I felt almost attacked”?
Little did I (we) know that that was the first subconscious warning of what was to happen to me (us).
JS also asked shortly later whether I was still “dating.” I was understandably confused, as “dating” implied something non-serious. JS, c’mon man, you met him yourself. JS was oddly very surprised I still was. Should I be offended that you have so little faith in my relationship-keeping abilities?
During dinner the three of us split 2 bottles of soju mixed with 5 beers. I learned that my old crush had come to the conclusion he was gay during months of pandemic-induced contemplation. Congratulations to him, no seriously. By the time we left, I was definitely feeling the alcohol, as was JS probably. J not so much but we were going to change that.
I had learned after going to the bathroom during dinner that I needed a new pad pronto. Ah yes, I totally forgot to mention that I was on my period. The worst day too, mind you. I also needed to go to the bathroom very badly yet again after leaving the restaurant. I wasted no time proudly announcing, with just a little embarrassment, that I needed a pad asap. J and JS were as understanding as they could be being 2 males, and we headed off to hmart.
While I picked out some absorbent-looking pads, J and JS had somehow picked up a bottle of grey goose and some chasers. It was definitely looking like the kind of “dinner, a few drinks, and drive home night” that I had envisioned. We trotted off to JS’s apartment which turned out to be a dingy little studio with almost no furniture except a bed, a desk and a chair. I went straight to the bathroom to change my pad.
We decided we were definitely going to go clubbing and find “someone” for JS and J. More so for JS because I knew J was now definitively gay and I wasn’t sure how apt a night out in ktown would be for that. JS changed into something more “presentable.” A pink shirt and light blue jeans. Something something grey goose shots something something more grey goose something yes I was definitely very drunk by the end. We all were.
We trotted back out to arena. There, we discovered that because we had come relatively late at night (11pm I think) there was a $50 cover charge. Each. Well, hell no. J got tacos while we debated where to go. I personally debated whether I was going to throw up or not into the nearest planter. Regretfully, I decided I was not going to at that moment.
We all piled into an uber and went off to Terra Cotta because Free. Somehow, we made it inside relatively quickly. The music sucked. It was some hip hop with no rhythm or melody that I could discern and certainly wasn’t danceable or enjoyable. It was also packed with Asians. I tried sitting down at a table and was shooed away by a drink girl.
I then proceeded to vomit behind a couch for at least several minutes in full view of everyone. It was never-ending, remotely embarrassing, and orange. It also provided relief and a little clarity. Two beautiful, wonderful, kind girls suddenly popped up and asked if I needed help and whether I wanted to go to the bathroom and get water. Yes please. They herded me away from J and JS (no idea what they were doing, though JS later told me that, in his own drunken stupor, he had tried to catch my vomit with his hands). The girls told me they had come to rescue me because the guys I was with looked lost and clueless. Truly angels.
In the bathroom I primly wiped my mouth with toilet paper and washed my hands and rinsed my mouth with water from the girls. I profusely thanked them and told them I was okay. I was okay, right? They guided me back to J and JS. I remember learning against the wall telling them, please go have fun, I’ll just stand here in this corner and wait. J and JS, either feeling bad or just not feeling it, decided we should all just return to JS’s apartment on account of my state. We piled back into another uber and off we went.
Upon entered JS’s apartment, I immediately plopped myself down on JS’s bed and passed out to the sounds of J and JS discussing food options.
...
“Jose left. I thought he was getting the food we had ordered so I went down to help him but then suddenly I realized he had actually called an uber home and was suddenly saying bye to him.” Okay. I guess? I nodded my head in response, I think.
...
“I got the food, do you want any?” I shook my head in response. I think. My eyes remained shut.
...
Fingers brushed against my upper torso. What was happening? The fingers continued, pushing up my bra and onto my breasts. Huh? I didn’t move. My eyes remained shut.
...
My body was caressed. Something, someone, pressed on top of me, but not painfully. The touch was gentle but firm. Lips met mine. I let them part mine and let them bite, suck, and pull. I may have responded. My eyes remained shut.
...
I felt the cold air displaced and the wooosh of water running. “C’mon, let’s get in.” Arms pulled my unresisting, somehow naked body into the shower. Water ran over my dyed hair that I was normally so careful to keep dry and on a once-a-week wash routine with only purple shampoo. Soapy hands began rubbing my body and catching the ends of my hair. I instinctively clung to the only other body in the shower. “Wow, I’m so drunk right now. K, I think I’m really drunk right now.” a voice breathed into my ear. The water stopped and the other body got out. Hands pulled me out and wrapped me in a towel.
I finally opened my eyes to say “I need my underwear, I’m on my period. Where’s my underwear? I don’t want to get blood everywhere.” I kept my eyes peeled to the ground and spotted the underwear and instinctively put them on. I then followed him back into the bedroom and fell on the bed.
...
More lips on mine, More caressing. I had never felt this kind of touch before. It was soft yet firm and purposeful. The only way to describe it would be... loving. What was happening? I kept my eyes shut.
...
My hand was guided to something hard and fleshy. Before I knew it, it was near my mouth. He parted my lips and suddenly I was bobbing. I didn’t resist. I didn’t bite. I kept my eyes shut.
...
My legs were spread open. My underwear was pulled to the side to expose me and suddenly, it was in with one thrust. Others followed quickly. It didn’t hurt. It felt... good.
“No, stop it. You’re not using a condom. Stop it.”
He stopped. I kept my eyes shut.
...
More caressing, touching, kissing. He took my head again and put himself in my mouth again. I didn’t move. He then firmly head my head and moved it for me. “Yeah, do you want it? You want it.” I didn’t respond. I kept my eyes shut.
...
He spread my legs open again and inserted himself yet again.
“No, stop it. No no no.”
He relented. I finally turned my body over.
Everything came flooding back. Realization. Shame. Horror. Shock. Lust. Pleasure. Desire. Logic.
“What’s happening? What happened?”
I opened my eyes.
2 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
sweatyxspaghetti
⚡️Lorraine⚡️
krkcts
viridian
presidentalpaca
Meme magic keeps us all strong, thank you Sonic
skynapple
What part of her was frail?
fatimahhindi
Fatimahhindi