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Regina's Barbie Part 2
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Summary: After giving you a makeover, Regina takes you to a party. She hates the attention you’re getting and decides to make it clear that you’re not available.
A/N: sorry for not posting in a million years (4 days). my first regina fic got a lot of love and some people wanted a part 2, so here it is!
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You had been to a few high school parties in your life, but you had never been to one thrown by one of the most popular kids in school. So you weren’t too surprised to see everyone throwing you looks when you walked in, especially when Regina George was clinging to your arm to make sure you didn’t stray too far from her. You may have been dressed in the girl’s clothes with stellar makeup, but everyone could tell you were an outsider.
“Relax,” Regina whispered in your ear, and you had to keep yourself from shuddering at the chill that ran down your spine.
She pulled you over to a counter that was filled with different drinks, figuring you wouldn’t be able to stand this party sober any longer. You didn’t ask Regina what she had put in the cup she handed to you; you were too busy gulping the strong liquid down.
“Oh my god, I’ll be right back,” Regina said, seemingly distracted as she looked across the room in disgust. “I think Gretchen’s trying to hook up with Jason, that skeez!”
Then you were on your own. It pissed you off a bit, Regina dragging you to this party just to leave you alone. But you decided to brush it off, pouring yourself another drink and gravitating towards a wall. Soon enough, she’d be back for you, and you could get through this night.
“Hey there!” Some guy appeared next to you, making you flinch in surprise. You recognized him from hallways and assemblies but didn’t know his name. “Don’t think I’ve seen you around before. Are you new or something?”
“Nope.” You laugh, putting the cup to your lips as you thought of something else to say. “I usually don’t have time for parties, but a friend wanted me to come.”
“Well, whoever your friend is, I’ll have to thank them.” Anyone else in your position might have giggled at the attention this objectively attractive guy was giving you. But in all honesty, you were too busy wondering when Regina was coming back to you. “Wanna dance, hottie?”
“No thanks.” You respond, eyes darting to the other side of the room, where Regina seemed to be reprimanding and chasing away the boy that Gretchen had been talking to. You wondered if she’d turn around to face you if you stared at her hard enough. “I’m kind of with someone here.” It wasn’t entirely true, at least not in the way he might’ve taken it. But you were trying your best to get this stranger to back off.
“Did this someone give you that kiss mark?” You flinched when he touched your cheek, smudging the lip print that Regina had planted on you just an hour or so before. It made you mad for some reason, and not just because this man touched your face without asking. “I bet I can give you a better one.”
“Oh my god, get away from her, Travis!” A venomous voice sounded, and you were grateful to see Regina standing next to you, giving Travis a sneer that almost made her perfect face seem not so perfect. “Can’t you see she wants nothing to do with you?”
Travis took a step back, throwing his hands up in surrender. Then he squinted, eyes darting between your face and Regina’s lips before he let out a small chuckle.
“Lemme guess…” He said, turning back to you while pointing at the blonde. “Is this who you’re with?”
Regina answered before you could even think of a response.
“Yeah, she is. So go find someone else to try to blow you; she’s taken.”
With that, Travis left, cheeks reddened with slight embarrassment and drunkenness. You were still stuck on Regina’s last sentence when she grabbed your chin, turning your head to face her. She inspected your cheek, seemingly disappointed at the state her once pristine kiss mark was now in.
“You’d think that he’d see this and take a hint.” She muttered, not letting go of your face.
“And what hint would he be getting from it?” You asked, feeling shy. Even more so when Regina’s eyes started staring into yours. “Asking, you know, just out of curiosity.”
“Are you serious?” She asked, raising a brow. You gulped down the rest of your drink so you wouldn’t have to respond. But even when you were done, and your cup was thrown into a nearby trash can, Regina seemed to still be waiting for a response.
“Just a bit…” You replied.
Regina scoffed, stepping closer to you. If that was even possible. You gulped at the extremely close proximity, trying to not look down at her lips.
“Guess I have to make it clear to everyone that you’re mine.”
Regina used both hands to cup your face and pull you towards her. You made a slight noise of surprise as she pressed her lips to yours, but you were quick to return the kiss after the initial shock wore off. People must have been watching Regina George kissing some girl they’d probably never seen before. But for a moment, it felt like only you and Regina were in this hot and crowded room.
When she pulled back, Regina smirked at your stunned expression, clearly still reeling from the kiss.
“Everyone, including you.” She said, kissing you once more before grabbing your hand and pulling you into the living room to show you off some more.
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🦌— reunion
summary: you visit lottie after she gets rescued.
warnings: transmasc!reader and fluff...that's it. repost
you couldn’t help but feel awkward as you sat with lottie. why were you so nervous? maybe it was because this is the first time you’ve seen her since they rescued the yellowjackets. you only had a few moments with her that day before her parents had dragged her away, placing her in this institution. if it were up to you, lottie would be living with you and your family. a loving one.
you also can’t deny how much you’ve changed since she’s been gone; having started T and of course, the effects are obvious. it’s not a complete surprise though - you talked about being transmasc and going on T months before lottie had left for nationals. she was supportive through and through - saying how excited she was to help you with your shots when you started.
you two have been sitting on her bed for minutes before she speaks up.
“you look nice. happier.” lottie finally breaks the silence, sounding a bit shy.
you nod, a blush creeping onto your cheeks at the compliment. “i feel happier. it’s almost my one year on T, actually.” you beam. “I started a couple weeks after you guys left. you owe me a couple shots by the way.”
she laughs at your joke and bumps shoulders with you. tentatively, she moves her hand towards yours, the touch of her fingers on yours feeling like electricity. “i’m really glad you’re here.”
biting your lip to hold back a couple tears from dropping, you grip her hand in yours. “me too. i’m so glad you’re safe. i would’ve come and seen you sooner but i wasn’t allowed.”
lottie tilts her head curiously. “why?”
“it was a whole battle getting your parents to let me see you.” you laugh bitterly, remembering how much they fought you over it. “like i’m not your fuckin’ boyfriend or something.”
“boyfriend?” lottie asks quietly, looking up at you.
“w-well, yeah. i mean we never technically broke up before.” you shrug, averting your gaze over her shoulder, thinking you said the wrong thing.
“you didn’t see other girls…?” she questions, like she expects you to say you did.
“of course not. all i could think about was you. if you were alright, if you were even alive. the thought of being with someone else that wasn't you made me feel guilty.” you finally look her back in the eyes. she looks like a baby deer in headlights; such a cute sight. you still can’t believe she’s here with you. in person. alive.
lottie stares at you for a few moments before sliding her hand up to your chin, grasping the baby hairs growing there before she tugs you closer to her, lips finding yours. without sounding too cliche, you can feel millions of fireworks go off from her kiss. you both melt into the kiss like clockwork, the feeling of her lips on yours after the months she’s been gone was like a weight being lifted off your shoulders.
reluctantly pulling away for air, lottie breathes a sigh of pleasure. “god, i’ve missed that so much.” she leans her forehead against yours, looking deeply into your eyes.
“we can do it again, and again, and again.” each word you say punctuated with another kiss to her soft lips.
you can’t wait til she’s finally released from here. you so badly want to hold her all night, to keep her safe, to love her. you have no idea how long her parents plan to keep her in here, but you hope it’s not much longer. you want to make up for all the time lost. you hear a buzzer sound go off, shoulders sagging in disappointment because you know visiting hours are over.
sighing, you get up and walk towards the door, lottie following you close behind like a lost puppy. you feel your heart shatter when you get a good look at her face. she doesn’t want you to leave her. not again.
“hey,” you cup her cheek, rubbing your thumb against her soft skin, “i’ll be back tomorrow, okay?” you kiss her lips, savoring the moment. you’ll never get sick of this. of being able to touch and be with her again. “i love you.”
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BOREDOM - CLAVIS LELOUCH X READER
Warnings : mentions of Clavis’ terrible coping mechanisms, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : fluff and hurt/comfort <3
Word count : 1.6K words (oops!)
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“Clavis,” they sighed, exasperation evident on every inch of their face, “What have you done this time?”
“Nothing,” came his cheery reply, though it was anything but reassuring. The grin on his face (though they couldn’t see it, they could perfectly well hear it in his voice) was the one that always came after he’d unleashed mayhem somewhere on the palace grounds, and the way he clung to them like white on rice was exactly like he often did to try and soften them up to get away with it.
“You’re practically squeezing me to death,” they pointed out, trying to wiggle their way out of his tight embrace and to push his face away from nuzzling into their neck from behind, but to no avail.
“Oh, to die in the arms of a lover.” Clavis sounded wistful as he dramatically sighed, his breath tickling their neck. “Wouldn’t that be the most forthright declaration of love?”
“I have no intentions of dying so young, thank you very much!” And with that, they practically ripped his arms off them, mentally preparing themself for the distraught expression that would surely welcome them as soon as they turned to face him. Still, they gave him no chance to guilt-trip them with his sad eyes and miserable pout. “Out with it. Who’s the victim tonight?”
“I wouldn’t call them a victim—“
“Clavis.”
“—not if they were practically asking for it—“
“I’m going to have to force it out of you, aren’t I?”
“—being so defenseless, it’s laughable, really—“
“This could be a horrible preface to many crimes. You’re really not helping your case right now.”
“—but anyways, it’s all in good nature. Fun and no hard feelings, and all that.”
His offhand attitude as he spoke made them realize that it must’ve been someone whose reactions he’d already memorized to the point that they were barely amusing anymore. “It was poor Yves again, wasn’t it?”
“Quite the easy target, I must say.” Clavis clicked his tongue in what seemed to be genuine disappointment, waving his hand as he settled back further into the sofa. “No shock value whatsoever anymore, when you check on your pits before bed to find the same person down the biggest, most obvious hole every night.”
Perhaps they were more exhausted than they’d initially thought they were, because they certainly didn’t put up much of a fight when he tugged them by the arm and sent them tumbling right on top of him. In fact, they only leaned back into his chest, and let him gently caress the soft skin of their thigh to his heart’s content.
They pondered his words and blasé attitude for a few moments, before finally—and carefully—speaking up. “You’re rather bored, aren’t you?”
Their prince stilled his (increasingly risqué, if the direction his fingers were trailing to was any indication) motions for a beat, then turned to them with a smile—the sort they absolutely loathed for how stiff it really was, compared to the usual lovely one of his that he’d only ever blessed them since they’d made him truly, deeply, incandescently happy.
“Implying that I’ve lost my touch, are we? I’ll have you know, nothing’s ever boring when I’m around.”
Shaking their head, their expression began to morph to one of genuine concern. “I asked you if you were bored. Not if you were boring, God forbid.”
What felt like an hour but was probably only a few minutes passed without a single word slipping out of Clavis’ mouth. If his heart hadn’t been pounding rather erratically against their back, they would’ve thought he’d never even heard them. But they knew him well enough to recognize the turmoil inside him that was ripping him apart:
To be honest and bare one’s most safeguarded vulnerabilities? Or to simply hide behind a curtain of falsehoods and niceties that he’d always wrapped himself in?
The choice was all his, and their patience in waiting for his answer went to show just how deeply they cherished him and every little lie and every cracked truth he’d ever told. He was invaluable in their eyes.
When he spoke up again, it was so quietly that they had to strain their ears to hear what he said—and even then, they had trouble believing what he’d actually said.
“Well, I didn’t want to offend you.”
But they had indeed heard him, and it was no use pretending that they hadn’t. As they’d not-so-easily found out (after dealing with his antics for so long, of course), the best tactic to approach Clavis was to hang on to his every word—that is, whenever he granted them the chance to peer into the windows of his soul that he’d obscured for so long.
“But why would admitting that offend me?”
Golden eyes looked away from them, a rare look of shame slipping through them for just a half-second before they cleared. After all, he’d long mastered the art of hiding his every thought behind a façade built on half-lies and crooked truths.
“How would you have felt if I’d told you that, despite having you around all the time, things still felt tedious?” When Clavis laughed this time, it felt more derisive than anything. He still wouldn’t meet their eyes, and that sent a pang resounding in their chest. “I’d never had trouble amusing myself before. So why now of all times?”
Pausing for a moment, they tried to clarify without looking away from him, in hopes of encouraging him to return their gaze—though if the ashamed look on his face was anything to go by, he wouldn’t be doing that anytime soon, if things weren’t cleared up fast. “So… you thought I might’ve taken it personally?”
“I suppose so, yes.”
“Clavis,” they sighed for the umpteenth time (it felt like this was all they’d ever done lately, but that was to be expected when dating the resident hellcat of Rhodolite, who just happened to double as the most wickedly charming man in all the land). “Do you want to hear what I think?”
Pursing his lips, he nodded. Inhaling deeply, they reached out to finally return the embrace they’d struggled so far to express how much they delighted in—but now, it seemed like he was in need of seeing just how much they cherished his every gesture.
“For starters, I would never—get offended by how you feel, that is. That would be terribly self-centered of me. No one should have the right to invalidate how you feel.” They gave him a pointed look before he could even protest. “Not even me. Actually, especially not me.”
“Noted.”
“Look at me, darling.” Maybe it was the tender but firm tone carried by their words, or maybe it was the sweet petname that had surprised him with its unexpected candidness, but for whatever reason, Clavis was unable to do anything but oblige them, and finally turned his wavering gaze to them. Reaching up to gently cradle his face in their hands, they spoke up again.
“You’ve spent your entire life striving to make a name for yourself, and doing your utmost to stand out. It almost felt like you were keeping yourself busy enough to ignore how you were feeling. A commendable show of strength, but not a very sustainable act.”
A flash of shock and thinly-concealed hurt crossed Clavis’ face at their words, then it disappeared before they could acknowledge it—though they still wouldn’t have taken it back, if it meant that they could reach him. They had to get this point across, before he ended up stifling every single negative emotion into numbness. And so they went on.
“Now that—and do excuse my rightful conceit in saying this—you’ve finally let someone in, you’re getting used to living a slower-paced life, one where less and less ridiculously high expectations are chasing after you.” They huffed out a laugh, thumbs gently stroking his warming cheeks. “If anything, I’m actually glad you’ve got enough time on your hands to feel bored in the first place.”
“But it feels agitating, sitting around with nothing to do,” Clavis groaned, momentarily shutting his eyes, before his gaze turned piercing once more. “I just can’t.”
“Then I’ll fill up your schedule. I’ll stick to you and drag you around everywhere I wanted us to go to.” Cheekily pinching his cheeks, they smiled up at their beloved prince, who was so uncharacteristically melancholic. All they wanted was to see him brilliantly beaming once again. “You’ll be complaining of blisters on your feet when it’s time for bed every night, and I’ll be begging you to shut up and quit whining in no time at all, before planning our next outing.”
Clavis looked almost seriously affronted at that, though his squeeze to their flesh showed that he was only trying to humorously pick himself up. “I’d never complain! What kind of prince would I be, if I turned into a useless lump after a bit of walking? And what sorry excuse of a lover would I be, acting the exact opposite of dashing in front of you?”
“You’d just be perfectly in-character, if you ask me.”
“How dare you!” His gasp and exclamation of offense only lasted a half-second, before he was carefully asking a question. “On another note, would our plans happen to include sneaking out and driving Sariel to the brink of insanity over suddenly not finding a single trace of us?”
They rolled their eyes (though they both knew that there was absolutely no malice in that half-hearted gesture), before belatedly realizing that they’d give in to pretty much every single whim and fancy of his, if he looked at them with as much tentative adoration as he did now. “Yes, Clavis, we’ll do it all behind his back.”
A delighted laugh escaped him, and they couldn’t help the way their heart raced at the sight of him looking at them so warmly, like they’d just hung the moon and the stars in his ever-dark night sky. “Dearie me, you really are my wicked accomplice.”
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Title: Forgive Me, I Am A Sinner {1}* {Two-Shot}
Title: Forgive Me I Am a Sinner {1}* {Two Shot}
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Words: 2.9k
Warning: Play on the church confessional, Cursing, Adult themes, Mild crude language/discussion, Mild NSFW(Toward end), Mistaken Identity
Summary: You have some things to get off your chest and end up walking into a church.
Note: So, this might be mildly taboo for some, if it is for you, don’t read, I’ll understand. While I don’t think I took it too far in someone’s eyes it could be blasphemous. Again, don’t read if you feel it may offend you. Nothing lewd but be warned. Don’t come to me with your complaints. They will fall on deaf ears and be met with a quick delete. I don’t think it’s bad but 🤷🏽♀️
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-You-
“Forgive me lord for I have sinned. It's been...never since my last confession. I've never done this. Yep, I'm a virgin. Well with confessions otherwise I am soooo not a virgin. The things this body has done, these eyes have seen, these hands have touched, and this mouth has had in it...yikes. Not a virgin. Oh god, I probably shouldn't have said that in a church with a priest across from me. Shit. I probably shouldn't have cursed in the house of God either. Oh, fuck."
You facepalmed then sighed already fed up with yourself. You didn’t know what was wrong with you or why your mouth was still moving and allowing words to pass through. Yes, you were nervous and most of it were nervous ramblings you’d always done but now was not the time to be censor free.
"I'm going to hell, aren't I?”
Silence. There weren’t even breathing sounds. Either there was no one there or the guy across from her was weighing his options speaking to an actual heathen. You leaned a litter closer to the wooden screen peppered with small holes that was separating the two booths.
"Uh...priest guy? Padre? Father? Oh, great even God's messenger sees the heathen in me and has run for the hills to tell the lord this sheep has steered far from the flock. Definitely going to hell."
You hung your head in disappointment.
"For all the scripture that has been written about the heavenly trio, the father, the son, and the holy spirit, I doubt they would be so quick as to damn one of their flock."
You could hear the humor in his voice, and it made you pause. Were priests supposed to have a sense of humor? It did sound like a biblical joke so maybe that wasn’t weird.
"I think you are being too harsh on yourself," the voice on the other side followed up.
"You do?"
"Yes. Also, heathen in quite harsh."
You giggled nervously. However, those nerves were dwindling with every joke he cracked. There was something soothing about his husky voice that sounded like he was half asleep and just awakened from a quick nap. "That is what I feel like whenever I muster up the courage to speak to him about this."
"Start from the beginning."
"Are you sure it's okay for me to be telling you all this in a church nonetheless?"
Silence. Was he actually thinking if it was okay? You circled your thumbs and waited for him to speak but when he didn’t you leaned closer again.
"Hello?"
“You came here because you needed help. You came here looking for answers and acceptance. You will find all 3 here. So, let's begin again. Trust me I've heard it all."
You sighed relieved by his welcoming words. You then nodded and mustered even more courage. "Okay. Forgive me lord for I have sinned I've never confessed before.
"What is your sin?"
"Lust."
The silence stretched for so long then the person on the other side of the screen cleared their throat.
"Lust. Go on. How are you lustful?"
His voice was even deeper than before.
"I like sex--like I really, really like sex. I know the bible leans more on sex for procreation and marital health, but I am not married, and I have no plans for children. So, for me, sex is something that feels good, better than good, amazing especially if it is done right and the person I am with understands a woman's body and needs."
The silence returned but only for a few moments. "Ehm, I'm listening."
"Lately I've been feeling unfulfilled."
"Sexually?"
"Yes, mainly. I have a great career, amazing friends, wonderful family, and a life I love but when it comes to sex it's just not cutting it. The guy I've been seeing..."
"Boyfriend?"
He sounded disappointed and that made you pause. Why would he sound disappointed? You explained it away deciding that he was disappointed in it not being a husband or fiancé.
"You mentioned you were not married just trying to get a better understanding," he clarified.
"Oh. Not really. We see each other whenever we have an--itch."
"For sex. Understood."
"You sound very chill about this father."
"I am simply here to listen and never to judge--my child. This is the house of the lord, and all are welcome to be who they are and lay down their burdens. That is the lord I represent."
He sounded like the cool youth pastor that was written about in some YA novels. The one who would create raps for G.O.D. You stifled a laugh at the thought.
"Wow, that's really cool. Anyway, he's very...vanilla. Whenever we meet--. Wait should I explain what vanilla is? Um...well."
"No need," he quickly interrupted.
"Really?"
"Uh...I am what I am now, but I was not born a priest."
His unexpected answer had you snort loudly before a laugh escaped you. "Well go on then fuck it up, father. Damn no, I didn't mean that."
He heartily chuckled. "It's alright. Go on"
"He's vanilla and never really knows what I need and rarely ever do I cum. I mean reach completion."
"Then why are you wasting your time with someone like that?"
"Uh...well...ummm...I am very picky with who I spend my time with. When I said that I like sex, it didn't mean I was some chick who sleeps around with anybody with the right body part."
"Of course not. I didn't mean to imply that. I'm sorry."
"No, it's cool."
"For the record, I didn't think that of you anyway."
"Okay. Thanks. It's just most guys are insensitive assholes who think if a woman likes sex and pleasure then they must be easy and DTF anyone."
"Guys like that are the ones who should be offed and sent straight to hell."
"Preach it, father.”
It took some time for his words to make full impact, but after a few moments, they did. “Wait shouldn't you say they are also God's children and just need to be steered to the righteous path?"
"You sound well versed in the priesthood."
"Movies."
He laughed again and it sounded so welcoming that you laughed with him.
"Please continue. He doesn't satisfy you."
"No. I thought I could handle it and finish myself off or something but tonight I couldn't."
"Did you just have sex tonight?"
"Yes. I guess that's another sin you have to forgive me for."
"And you are unfulfilled."
"Yes. So unfulfilled. My bullet couldn't even take care of this, not even my rabbit, hell not even the usual porn I watch."
The silence across the way was deafening and you noticed. It was like you’d become hypersensitive to quietness since sitting in this booth. Suddenly he groaned as if in pain.
"Are you okay father?"
He groaned again then took a few breaths. Through the tiny holes in the screen, you could only make out a head turned down, everything else was shadows. "Completely.”
It came out hoarse, strangled. “Ehm...continue.”
"Uh, so I facetimed him and decided to tell him what I need and even some things I would be into, and he laughed and had the most freaked out look on his face. He said it wasn't normal and I shouldn't tell anyone about it again. Like he made me feel crazy and so--dirty."
"Uh-huh. For better context. What are these preferences--my child?"
You twiddled your thumbs then uncrossed your ankles only to cross them again. "I don't know if I should say them now. You might say the same thing."
"No. I would never. Remember I said my place is not to judge and I am here to help?"
You took a deep breath and tried to calm those nerves that were beginning to creep up again. After another breath you began.
"I um...I told him I want to be tied up while he takes all control and completely ruins me. I told him I wanted to try doing it while others watched that him being so gentle is a turn-off and I wouldn't mind some teeth or nail marks on me. I can see myself being into BDSM and get turned on by dominance and submission. I want to be choked a little while he slams so hard into me that I see stars. I want to be weak in the knees unable to walk, sore throat can't talk, eyes full of tears, chin covered in slobber, delirious with pleasure until I squirt and then pass out to do it again. I want him to know my body and what it needs better than I do. I want dirty, nasty, rough, hot passionate sex I'll never forget."
The silence this time was so heavy so filled with the charge of excitement and arousal. You didn't know why you were slightly turned on finally getting it all out, especially to a priest in a church of all places. Hell, you didn't even know why you had come in here in the first place. The idea of confessional had always creeped you out for some reason. Telling a stranger your secret sin. It felt so vulnerable.
"Shit. Surely I should burst into flames for all that right? First in line on the locomotive to hell? I shouldn't have said all that."
"Are you ashamed of these desires? Do you wish to be rid of them?"
"He made me feel ashamed."
"Fuck him. Are you ashamed?"
"Father?"
"Answer me.”
His voice was serious, and authoritative now. “Look inside yourself and answer truthfully."
You did as he said and took some time and truly listened to yourself and everything that was going off inside you right now. Among everything, the uncertainty, the excitement, and the confusion nowhere inside of her did you feel ashamed. Not at all.
"No. I'm not ashamed."
"Do you wish to be rid of them?"
"No," you replied with a little more confidence.
"Good. You should be unapologetically you. You should not allow others to make you feel small or shameful for who you are, what you want, or what you deserve. You deserve all of that. You deserve to be sexually fulfilled and happy in all avenues of your life. We all only have one to live and restricting ourselves from true happiness is not doing service to someone, it does a disservice to ourselves."
You sat there thinking over his words and gained confidence from each of them. He sounded as if he spoke from experience.
"Is this your first day as a priest? I don't think you should tell parishioners to sin more to live a fulfilled life if you truly want to gain access to heaven."
He snorted. "It is my first day doing this, but I stand by my words."
You sat there noting your nerves had melted away and your confused state had turned to one of mellowness. You didn’t feel in a war with yourself anymore. Perhaps this was why others did this.
"Do you feel better?"
"Yes."
"Good, then my work is done."
"Wait shouldn't you give me instructions to repent like a Hail Mary or ten or something?"
"Will it ensure you do not sin again?"
Snorting, you replied, "Probably not."
"Then you are free to step out of here and live your life with one piece of advice."
"What's that?"
"Drop that pathetic loser you're seeing. You can do so much better little lamb."
The doors on the other side opened but you didn't register it until nearly a minute had passed. When you stepped out and looked in the opposite booth from sheer curiosity, it was empty with no priest inside.
"Little lamb? What kind of priest was that?"
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-Him-
4 hours later and he was still solid as a brick hard.
"Fuck!”
He palmed himself yet again then squeezed hoping to relieve some of the ache there but no luck and no relief. He shoved his hand under his head and stared up through the glass roof of his skylight at the night sky. It was clear without a cloud in sight allowing the stars to really shine.
"I want to be choked a little while he slams so hard into me that I see stars."
His cock throbbed so forcefully it could be seen through his now too tight pajama bottoms. Glancing down, he groaned exasperatedly.
"Come on. It’s not funny anymore."
He knew he shouldn’t have gone into that confessional. He knew he should have found somewhere else to wait for his manager as he spoke with the priest of the church he was donating a large amount of money to because of his connection to some of the kids he'd encountered the weekend before.
He'd gone at that time because he was sure it would be empty and there would be no stray photos of him leaked. Donating money was no fun when everyone knew you'd done it. He liked the incognito life. He just wanted somewhere that had zero chance of him bumping into someone. No way did he expect someone to drop into the other side of the confessional and no way did he expect that someone to have that kind of confession.
He closed his eyes as he recalled the little slivers of her face. Plum painted lips that looked full, a cute nose, skin that looked incredibly soft, and eyes that called to him. From the small perforations in the wood, he would classify you as a fucking goddess.
Once you began your confession he should have interrupted and set the record straight but there was something about your voice that held him in place, silencing him. He’d picked up the distress in it, the frustration and uncertainty. Then the more he listened he fell under some spell. When she mentioned her definite non virgin status, he was way past curious. Maybe that’s what possessed him to answer her when she asked if he was there.
"Curiosity," he muttered mulling over it.
He thought over your entire confession and within seconds his cock throbbed again. Without even realizing it his hand had drifted into his pajama bottoms and was now wrapped around his engorged length.
"Fuck!"
"I want to be tied up while he takes all control and completely ruins me. I wanted to try doing it while others watched, that him being so gentle is a turn-off and I wouldn't mind some teeth or nail marks on me. I can see myself being into BDSM and get turned on by dominance and submission. I want to be choked a little while he slams so hard into me that I see stars. I want to be weak in the knees unable to walk, sore throat can't talk, eyes full of tears, chin covered in slobber, delirious with pleasure until I squirt and then pass out to do it again. I want him to know my body and what it needs better than I do. I want dirty, nasty, rough, hot passionate sex I'll never forget."
"Uggh. Uggh. Uggh. Fuuuuuck."
His hand moved so fast he was sure it was going faster than the speed of light. It had to have been. His groans, moans and grunts filled the space as he raced toward a finish he imagined would go across her beautiful face or her breasts he couldn’t see but was convinced were equally as gorgeous as her aura. Within seconds, his back angled off the bed as if whatever had possessed him earlier was finally exiting his body and being pulled into the air.
"Holy fuck!”
The white spots that decorated his vision made it impossible to see anything and in that moment he didn’t care. He was only focused on the amazing feelings coursing through him. When he finally regained some motion and sense he glanced down and found stream after stream of his release decorating his chest, pelvis, and pajama bottoms.
"Ah shit. Come on! Haven't had to jerk myself off since I was twenty fucking years old, and one confessional tipped me over the edge? Unfuckinbelievable!”
Not in a rush to get up and filled with frustration, he looked back to his skylight at the glittering stars and thought of the side profile of her face. Within seconds, he felt himself harden again and it was then he knew his cock was not done. He was in for a long night.
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A Halloweeny date
Anyone you like ❤️
Word count: 2159
When you and your boyfriend were getting to know each other, he asked you about your hobbies. Your answer was anything horror related.
He thought it was cute. Dating a tough girl who wanted to watch scary movies. But he couldn't expect the extent of your obsession. However, he was about to really find out.
A couple of weeks before Halloween, you showed up at his house with a huge smile on your face.
"Someone is happy to see me", he said.
"Oh my God! I have the perfect Halloween plan for us!!"
"Halloween? I've never celebrated it. Do you want to watch horror movies or something?"
Watch horror movies or something? Lame.
"What? No, we could do that every other day. We are going on a trip!", you said, beaming. And then proceeded to show him the leaflet of the little town you had found and that was the perfect spooky escapade for the two of you.
"A ghost town? Are you serious?", he asked, eyebrow raised.
"Yes. I've always wanted to do something like this. But all my friends and exes thought it was a stupid idea. You don't think it's stupid, right?", you said, puppy eyes ready to convince him.
"Tell me the whole plan".
He really couldn’t say no to your puppy eyes.
And so you did. You had it all planned to the last detail.
First, you'll be going on a ghost town tour. Some of the locations looked stunning, and perfect to turn your IG feed into spooky perfection. Then, you'll go to the cabin you had rented in the middle of the woods. That was the perfect place for all the other activities planned. But you didn’t share many of those details with him yet, wanting to surprise him.
"And maybe we can add a sexy spooky game to the list", you said to him.
"Yeah? What kind of game?", he asked you. Hearing the words sexy and game probably made him forget everything else you mentioned.
"I'll think about it", you said, kissing him. "So, do you want to come?"
He sighed. "Ok, let's do this".
"Yes yes yes!!!", you yelled, jumping in his arms. “You are the best!”
**
“Where is this town? We've been driving for so long”, complained your boyfriend while you drove to your destination.
“Stop complaining! We're almost there”.
“Is it a ghost town because everyone that sets foot here gets killed?”, he said, looking outside at the scenery. “This looks a bit too creepy for my liking”.
“Of course it does. They make it look creepy to fit the theme. You really are terrible at spooky stuff”, you laughed.
When you arrived, you parked near the entrance of the tour. It all looked so good!
“Where are we staying? Near this area?”
“That’s a surprise!”, you said, kissing your boyfriend. “You won’t believe how amazing the place I rented is”.
And then took his hand so he would follow you.
“Ah!”, he screamed for the 10th time when a spiderweb touched his arm.
“Babe, you are overdoing it a bit”, you laughed.
“This is creepy. And I don’t like the feel of spiderwebs. It’s too dark and I can’t see them”.
“You are the one who said this was lame when we went to the first house and now you’re terrified”, you said with a smirk, you loved seeing him being such a baby. He was always the tough footballer. Well, it was your turn to be the tough one today.
“That sexy game you promised me better be good”, he said, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck.
“You won’t be disappointed. Now take a photo of me in front of this. It's going to look so cool".
An hour later, you finally made it out of the last house and reached the shop.
“Should we buy each other Halloween presents?”, you suggested.
“That’s not a thing, love. No one buys Halloween presents”.
“We could make it our thing. Who cares about rules?”
So you ended up buying him a t-shirt, even though you knew it was you who’ll end up wearing it while you stayed at his place, and he bought you a skeleton necklace that you started to wear the moment you got out of the shop.
“Okay then. Time to go to our home for the day”, you winked.
“Should I be scared?”
“Of me? Never”, you said with an evil laugh.
"A cabin? In the middle of the woods?", he said when he finally saw your destination.
"Yes. Here no one will hear you scream".
"Ha ha".
But when you got inside he was actually impressed. The cabin was gorgeous and had a huge fireplace you were ready to use to set the mood and to help with the October chill.
"Aww, they bought everything I asked for", you said, checking the bags that were in the kitchen. “I’ll leave the best review when we leave”.
"What is that?"
"Ingredients for our cooking and some drinks for a game, maybe?", you said, wiggling your eyebrows.
"Oh, you are getting me drunk before killing me. So nice of you", he said, making you laugh. "This place is amazing. Slightly terrifying because we’re in the middle of nowhere, but amazing. Like you".
His compliment made you so happy. You put your arms around his neck to bring him closer so you could kiss him and let him know how much his words meant to you.
"This is only sweets?", he asked, checking the bags.
"In the bags, yeah. There is real food in the fridge. Don't worry. I just thought we could make some homemade Halloweeny sweets. There are so many recipes online".
"Sounds fun. And I'm too far away from civilization for my coach to know".
"I'll help you burn the calories later", you winked.
You picked up a few recipes, including the marshmallow ghosts and some simple cookies also in the shape of a ghost that you could have fun decorating with the frosting. Kid's stuff but it's not as if you knew how to do much better when it came to baking.
"We can eat this while watching a movie".
"I thought watching a movie was a lame plan for today", he said.
"Just watching a movie is lame. But of course we have to watch one. I already picked the perfect one", you said, getting the DVD out of your bag and showing him the cover.
"Cabin in the woods? Really? Let me guess. It's about people in a cabin in the middle of the woods who get killed".
"Kinda. But it's not that great. Bit of a guilty pleasure, you know? And it's not that scary either. Oh, and it has Chris Hemsworth in it!"
"Really? Are we partially watching it because of him?"
"Nah, he doesn't even take his shirt off. That's the scariest part of the movie", you said, faking a shiver and making your boyfriend laugh.
"I'll take my shirt off for you", he said giving you a kiss.
"Much much better than Hemsworth".
Once you had your pizza and your sweets ready to be consumed, you moved to the sofa to watch the movie.
“Zombies? Really?”, said your boyfriend looking at you with a big smile. He told you many times before that the only movies he wasn’t scared of were zombie movies, so you picked that one as a thank you to him for playing along with all the other activities you had planned.
“Ok”, you said as the movie ended. “How about you get the fireplace going while I get everything ready for our game?”
“Ok…”.
You could notice his eyes following you. He was intrigued about what you had planned and you were really hoping he wouldn’t find it disappointing.
“So”, you started, putting all the things on the table. “I thought about doing a little quiz. And if we get the question wrong, we have to do something out of a few options”.
“I’m listening”.
“Well, just stripping was going to make the game end too quickly. We aren’t wearing much”, you laughed. “So that’s one of the options, which is highly encouraged if it’s you answering wrong. But also we could take a shot”, you said, showing him the tequila bottle. “Or we can do a little bit of drawing”.
“Drawing?”, he asked you, confused.
“Yes. I got this glow-in-the-dark body paint and thought we could paint each other. And then when we go to the dark for other types of playing…well, we’ll get to see our creations”.
“Only you could come up with that idea”, he laughed. “But I love it”.
Your smile was so big it almost occupied your entire face.
“But”, he said. “It can’t be a horror quiz because you’ll have a big advantage”.
“I thought about that too. I’ll ask you horror movie questions and you’ll ask me football questions”.
“You’re kidding”, he said, laughing so hard you frowned.
“I know. I know…I only know the name of your team and the stadium where you play. I’m the one at a disadvantage. That’s how much I love you. I could easily make it so I win and get to do whatever I want to you”.
“Oh, you’ll get to do whatever you want to me later”, he said, grabbing you by the waist and putting you in his lap before kissing you. “And I love you too. Should we start?”
You went back to your seat and put everything in front of you so it’d be easy to reach whenever you needed it.
“Ok, let’s start with an easy one”, he said, forcing you to make a face. “Kinda. Which team has won the most leagues in England?”
“Manchester City”, you said, remembering that was the team that won the last one. So they at least had one.
“No, Manchester United”.
“That’s what I said. Manchester”, you complained.
“City and United are not the same. It’s like…”, he thought of an example you could understand. “Like an original movie and a remake. Like the Nightmare on Elm Street one”.
That made you shudder. “And who’s the crappy horrible shouldn’t exist remake? City or United?”
“Depends who you ask”, he laughed.
“Ok, as a punishment for missing. Though I was very close, I must add. I’ll choose a shot!”
You licked the salt off your hand, took the shot and then saw your boyfriend with a lime wedge in his mouth. You laughed and crawled towards him to get the lime and then get a kiss too since you were already there.
“Your turn! Who’s the first character killed in the original Scream movie?”
“Oh, easy. Drew Barrymore’s”.
“Wrong!”
“What?”, he said, shocked. “It is her!”
“It’s her boyfriend Steve. Everyone forgets poor Steve. Your punishment?”
“I’ll take my shirt off”.
“Who won the last World Cup?”, was the next question for you.
“Eh…England? No, I would have noticed. Wait! Brazil!”
“Wrong, it was France”.
“Of course it was. Ok…how about you draw something on me?”
And so he moved you closer to him to try and draw a ghost on your thigh. The drawing itself wasn’t great, but he kept on tickling you with the brush and his fingers and made you laugh. He looked so cute all concentrated that you couldn’t help but give him little kisses. Even though he complained about you distracting him, you knew he didn’t mind at all.
Forty minutes later, you were both sitting in just your underwear, slightly tipsy and with all types of drawings all over your body. After getting a Champions League question wrong, you asked for another glowy tattoo and so your boyfriend got to work.
“Turn around”, he said.
“But I wanna see”.
“Turn around”.
And so you did. His cold hand moved from your neck all along your spine, making you shiver in the best way possible. When he got to your bum, he took advantage of you wearing a thong to draw on one of your bum cheeks. He gave it a little squeeze and a kiss when he was done.
When you turned back to face him, you stopped him from going back to his seat.
“You know. I’m tired of this game now, maybe we should move to the next one”.
“Should we go see how we glow in the dark?”, he laughed.
“Yeah…and to see how smudge-proof this paint really is”.
**
Hours later, you lay in each other’s arms and you couldn’t believe how happy you were at that moment. Today had really been the perfect day.
"Thank you for being such a good sport and putting up with all my weird tastes. No one has ever made me feel like I’m not a weirdo for liking what I like until I met you. It means so much to me", you said.
"I have to love all of you, don’t I? Happy Halloween, my love".
“Happy Halloween”.
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Going into this fandom prompt for a fandom brand new to this blog! I've recently finished every episode of this show and it is my new love, Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun! I'm hoping to see requests for this one quite a bit, along with ones for the other fandoms!
Send me a letter and I’ll tell you which character…
A: Is most attractive (to me): This isn’t going to surprise anyone, bet you anything, but it’s definitely Balam!
B: Gets bored the fastest: This is definitely Ronove! The second that things stop revolving around him, he gets bored and acts out a bit.
C: Is the most open to cuddling: It’s actually been shown that Balam really does express a lot of his care and affection towards others through physical touch so I really feel that cuddles would be part and parcel of being around him.
D: Fears death the most: I feel like Allocer does fear death a lot. It’s not the dying that worries him, the pain of it…it’s all the things he hasn’t learned yet along with the fear of the unknown, of what truly comes after death.
E: Is the most emotive: Clara can’t hide her emotions and, honestly, she doesn’t even think to. It was never taught to her that she should do so. Her emotions show so clearly on her face and she’s usually quite up front and honest about everything. Even if she’s trying to keep something to herself, on those rare occasions she does, her behaviour while being ‘secretive’ will be such a huge tip-off to those around her that they’ll know something is going on.
F: Is my favourite: As with every other fandom I’ve ever gotten into, I don’t really have a favourite! There’s so many great characters and there’s really none that I absolutely despise. My attention and current love for them does fluctuate but generally, no favourites.
G: Has the greenest thumb: No brainer. It’s Suzy. Canonically and for me, it can’t be anyone else.
H: trusts their horoscope the most: Though it would surprise most who know her, I really feel like Ameri takes her horoscope seriously and reads it every day. She’d be too embarrassed to admit it, but she does.
I: Tends to idolize people they shouldn’t: It’s not all the time, because there are some people he looks up to or finds inspiration in that are really good role models, but Sabro can be quite naively trusting of people, especially if they manage to get close to him or impress him in any way.
J: Tells the most dad jokes: Robin has a bad habit of doing this and it’s part of why a lot of the other teachers hate long conversations with him.
K: Is the most skilled in the kitchen: Opera is, of course, the obvious answer, but I’d also like to add in my headcanon that Elizabetta is also a really good cook, but only if she’s cooking for someone she really loves. She tends to really focus on it and try her hardest then.
L: Lies the most: General Furfur lies like most people breathe. It just comes incredibly naturally to him and it’s really hard for most people to distinguish the lies from the truth. In fact, sometimes it’s hard for even him to do so.
M: Is the biggest memer: I just have this strong feeling that Dali would be. Oh god, he’d love the weirdest, stupidest memes too and would spam people with them just to be an annoying little bugger because he would find that hilarious.
N: Needs way more attention from me: Azz, probably. I don’t write about him or really think about him as much as some other characters, especially considering how big a part of the show and how popular he is.
O: Has the most OCs of their own: Not so much OC’s but I feel like Purson, throughout his life, has constructed so many imaginary friends, right down to minute details.
P: Is the purest, most perfect cinnamon roll: It’s Iruma, let’s not kid ourselves. Even in his Evil cycle, the boy was too sweet. He’s just genuinely a good person with this huge heart.
Q: Is the quickest to judge others: Blushenko suffers from this. After all the disappointments she’d had, she became quick to judge and give up on people. It’s something she’s slowly fixing following becoming Iruma’s tutor but it’s still a problem she’ll always suffer from to some degree.
R: Feels the most detached from reality: I think this one would be Purson again, really just because of how he’s had to live and because of what he can do. He’s generally very detached from people and the day-to-day reality of his classmates, not because he wants to be, but it can make him feel very untethered from reality at times.
S: Has the strongest spirit: I can’t pick just one character here. There are very few of them that don’t have strong spirits when it comes to their personal ambitions and wouldn’t put in the hard work to get what they want.
T: Is the most terrifying: There’s reasons people don’t want to piss off Sullivan, let’s just put it that way.
U: Is the most unapologetic for the way they live their life: Repeat answer but I don’t really care. Honestly, Sullivan…and a bonus answer of Delkira…completely do not give two flying fucks what anyone thinks of how they want to live and do what they want unapologetically.
V: Is the best at video games: Is it going to be surprising that I put Lied here? Games are this boy’s thing!
W: Watches the most anime: I have a feeling that Kamui watches a lot…like, A LOT, of harem animes.
X: Is the most xenial towards complete strangers: I’m going to say Kalego. It’s not so much being xenial as just that he doesn’t want to be bothered with them and would like them to go the fuck away and leave him alone.
Y: Yells the most: Morax…please excuse him, his hearing is going somewhat.
Z: Gets the most overzealous over something others wouldn’t expect: While it’s used mostly for pictures of Iruma, Eiko really did get super into photography. When it comes to angles, lighting, camera models, all of that, she can get super passionate about the topic and has very strong opinions on the subject.
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An abridged compilation of poems that I’ve written since the book was released.
The map is not the territory
You caution me over and over that this will not have a happy end.
When I just want to kiss your neck while you run your palms down my chest.
Every inch of your skin is hot underneath my hand.
If this is what it means to love you body and mind,
Then I smile triumphantly, in the face of being burned.
The territory is not the map.
It’s not that I cannot understand,
the pain and sorrow that awaits.
But hold stubborn belief that even when this fire finally burns out,
our work in that other space will withstand.
Maybe it’s naïve but circled in mosaic glass, candle-lit pews and green garland.
It’s hard for me not to believe in all that is enchanted.
My passionate moments with you, feels like a wish that has been granted.
Note: “The map is not the territory” is a phrase coined by the Polish-American philosopher and engineer Alfred Korzybski. He used it to convey the fact that people often confuse models of reality with reality itself. According to Korzybski, models stand to represent things, but they are not identical to those things.
Things I don't want to forget...
The way our teeth scraped each other.
Each time you reached between my legs.
The way that you threw your head back when I circled your erection right, clueless, even through the fabric of your pants.
Or kissed behind your ears, taking them in my mouth.
The way you would take me with so much desperation in your hands when we kissed.
How you held me to your body for dear life.
The way that saliva was all over your face just from a single kiss.
How you breathlessly called me hot.
Your sweaty forehead, the smell was fueling.
Your tongue tasted so nice, I kept sucking it, licking it, over and over.
Fixing on your bottom lip, upper lip, clinging.
Every time you had leaned in to kiss me had made my stomach tight, and us stopping left me so aching, miserable that it was impossible to be quiet.
But this our place where I’ll never be silent.
I held on for so long, and finally,
I’m not sure if I’ll ever know a relief that was so sublime.
Our moments may be lost to time,
but these sensations will forever be mine.
(Part 2, to things I don’t want to forget)
Heat rose from your flesh, giving off the same warmth as birthday candles.
Leaning my face inwards, to the flames.
Flickering in darkness, orange light illuminating only you.
You were all that I saw in those moments.
Gently taking your hand, and with my mouth worshiping each of your fingers.
Ushering me to a safe nothingness.
Only because you, and all that you gifted, was everything.
I showered you with kisses, and you would suddenly take my body with desperate hands,
reaching and touching, searching.
You kept pulling me in, then I would resist stopping, refusing to cease my drinking.
It is not my fault that your taste is addicting.
But it means our passion could be endless.
You say only a couple weeks,
As if that will somehow cease our beckoning.
I’m not mad, just disappointed.
You caution me not to eat peanuts before we kiss, so it does not kill your wife.
Within that is so much irony.
I felt bad for her, and even worse for me.
The weight of that nearly crushed my spine, and shattered my ribs from the inside.
Reality roared, you will never be mine, and every bit of this far-fetched dream is a lie.
You say that I deserve more than to be a piece at someone’s side.
And in my mind, all there is are crystals and ice, cold to that of which you are blind.
I am the little mermaid hovering above the prince with a silver knife,
Unable to be selfish even if it will save her life.
Suffering to do what is right.
While also entertaining my every desire,
To love you under every shade of color, at night secretly confide.
And to feel you, all of you, the way that God does all of whom and which are alive.
So humor me in the meantime, every kiss that you can give, and each touch you can share.
And I promise at the end that I will not die.
But instead continue to remind you, all of the ways that you shine,
how you are in everyone’s darkness – a light
Devour me
This is a fairy tale, that only writers like us could fabricate.
Many driven by connection, long to create.
I am Alice at my tea party and it is always 6 o clock.
And I dread once again, ever having to be awake.
In this world that I find impossible to tolerate,
But more than all the fantasies ever, appreciate.
I know I can learn to drink life’s bittersweet taste.
My body is small and worn, but my imagination is one that is hard to satiate.
Curious, curiouser.
I smile, at your fear of causing me pain.
For I can embrace all the love of the world and not break.
So I am pleading in my mind, take me, take me entirely.
Mind, body, every inch of it.
Please do not be afraid to take.
For it’s in your arms, that I can decide my fate.
What I text him while in the car on just a normal Tuesday.
You’re so very gentle and warm,
And that is was the first thing that made me want to be in your arms.
Sitting in a quietly humming car,
Elevator like music playing in a repeating serenade.
Please continue to stay, for the next several days.
I promise, I will let you go once you ask but for now, you said you didn’t want to make me sad anymore.
Not while we are in this wonderful space.
And I will ensure that we both move on better and stronger than we were before.
I will enjoy, into the next month and maybe a bit more,
Being your girl.
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Now what’s playing is a knock off version of Für Elise,
and of course I know, this space is not a lease.
I am not tied to this.
But I am addicted, the high of being wanted, needed, is intoxicating.
You don’t understand, you taste so, so sweet.
I could live off it.
Live off your kiss.
Let my body feel your hell sing.
White-haired and quick, you are my allusive rabbit.
Who has ushered me to this.
This enchantment, and it all started by you confessing that you wanted to kiss.
The pocket watch ticks, it heralds your arrival and when we are together,
Time is meaningless.
And I revel at edging you, on and on and on, until there are no more limits.
I want the embrace of the fire of which you speak, the most dangerous of emotions.
I will dare you, with the persistence of princess’s bewitchment,
if that is what it takes.
Cheeky.
Sitting at the edge of the beach,
Sand caked between every toe of my feet.
Selfish, conceited, and ridiculous it may be –
I am sad that I missed your message last night because I love to read how much you desire me.
Crave me, my being the only that could satiate.
But as you once said, I was lost in the sweet serenity of sleep.
Our Chair.
The chair and the secrets that it holds.
It is where two parts, you and I, have become whole.
I touch you, and feel that I am caressing marble and gold.
And you look at me, as few have ever looked at me before.
Every dirty desire, heartfelt confession, and enamoring story that we have ever told.
In this space, I may not have always paid for a service that you sold,
But instead what you have offered every-day, which is warmth from the cold.
You have never limited yourself, in search of ways to empower me to fly and soar.
This moment will never be known to the outside world.
No angel or god could ever fault us for craving more.
I want your chest against mine again, your skin is soft and lush satin, I’m biased.
But I sigh happily, remembering tracing the scar at the edge of your back.
Tasting your neck, kiss after kiss, my tongue running down between your smooth pecs.
Your heart beats underneath my ear, lips decadent beneath my teeth.
I didn’t mean to get so greedy.
I felt awful for not kissing you more gently.
But I do not believe an angel could fault me for this either.
For what else is a woman meant to do,
When before her is the most delicious man to eat.
Nervous, uncertain, maybe, did not stop the mouthing watering notion of having you inside of me.
Secrets that this chair holds, are that of your clients, as they face their ghosts.
Helping them uncover the self-acceptance and peace that their mind withholds.
My silly words are probably getting old.
But you had wanted in ink,
all the secrets that your, our, chair holds.
And will eternally,
until like our earthly bodies,
The wood of its arms and legs,
Are in a burning heap
Christmas Eve.
From forever secret make out sessions, beach vacations, reality distorting eye exams, gift giving, but mostly receiving, has made all of December feel like a strange but wonderful dream.
The had pastor had reached to hug me,
When she pulled from my mess of curls a piece of seaweed.
Everyone was so happy that I was there, that nobody commented on my sand freckled skin, ocean knotted hair, and body smelling heavy of the beach and sunscreen.
The stained-glass echoed with the song, carol of the bells.
Everyone in the choir sang in a different key.
At the end, we were ushered to sing silent night in the garden, all was still and black, and everyone kept tripping on roots of trees.
Holding dull-lit candles, that were blown out by the rain-scented wind.
I hugged Bianca’s Mother tight, she wore the most beautiful Christmas green.
When the song ended, she pulled Bianca, me, and Eric into a hug which he joined in reluctantly.
He was a good sport, and when it seemed most everyone had left, we hurried,
Sneaking into the grape-vined tower opposite the chapel using a red key.
I always nearly trip, regardless of the hundred times that I’ve run about the property, as the steps leading up are made of cracked, ill-repaired concrete.
Inside, the hardwood floors and spiral staircases are magnificent and pristine.
We left a card on the pastor’s desk, that was signed by all the members of the congregation.
Under the moon beams, not turning on lights to avoid being seen.
When you enter the sanctuary, you’re given a bulletin, and last night on the cover page was a picture of me from last week.
I’m holding a sign where I wrote in Hebrew, Tikkun Olam, which means repairing the world because the sermon’s prompt was to write what the holidays mean.
It was a beautiful Christmas Eve.
Midnight Calling.
I’d had a session with Luna that morning. brought my homework that she assigned me which was to decorate a shoebox, the exterior being what I thought I showed on the outside, and the interior being who I thought I was on the inside. Taped pictures of Regina Spektor, Japan, my family. On the bottom I wrote every negative attribute of myself that I could think of and then otherwise had it be a canvas for a frenzy of mediums. Crayon scribbles, streaks of paint, dusted with pastels, and then glued on origami stars. I must have seen myself as chaos. Can’t remember what Luna said about it, only that she gave me a look when reading all the self-hating words on the bottom, and I gave her a dirtier look back as if to say piss off.
The next thing I remember is eating a lunch that I regretted immediately after and then sitting in my room alone, in the dark spare for fairy lights, in my mind there were a hundred people screaming so loud that I could not hear my own thoughts. There was nothing worth doing. It didn’t feel like a suicide attempt, I wasn’t thinking that I wanted to die. I just wanted everything to stop. Stop. Silence, peace.
The pills were small, so I lost count as I poured them out into my open palm and gulped the handful down without a second thought.
At first I was annoyed because there were still parasites running down my arms, stones in my bed, and I could still feel every single thing in the world that made me upset. And then I could not breathe and all I wanted to do was scream. I never felt so suffocated, I was drowning. Gripped onto sheets, dug on my nails onto the rug in front of the toilet seat, trying to pull myself back to the surface, and nothing worked. Wordlessly suffered, because death was better than Florida’s sadistic idea of help. I did not want to be shamed, tortured, raped, or disenfranchised. What I wanted was either be dead, or to survive and discover peace of mind.
Distortions.
You sometimes feel that your wife does not understand you.
And while this is so far from true.
It has distorted your reality into a morally gray hue.
Especially, since I most often do.
For this lived emotion and experience, is something we have both gone through.
I have uncharitably thought those distortions too.
And when I am touching you, pleasuring you, it reminds me that there is color in this seemingly endless, ghostly blue.
You reminded me yesterday that at the end of this,
we will be able to say that we both grew.
Siri, what are boundaries?
The clean walls and velvet carpeting, the smooth hardwood.
In the lobby, silver Christmas trees glittered,
Soft-lit chandeliers shone overhead.
Indigo apartments, it read, so I was expecting a beige-colored concrete box and instead was met with a grand hotel instead.
While sports played on the tv, and the coffee machine groaned,
Faes and familiar friends in the far corners danced.
I felt something otherworldly rippling underneath the floorboard.
I drew circles into your thighs, caressed your shoulders, locked my fingers with yours for minutes at a time, ran a towel through your wet hair, couldn’t you see the glimmer in my eye?
I feel sick when you remarked that it felt like when you were a teenager, that you were not enchanted.
You were numb and defeated.
I feel terrible for not heeding when you pushed back, for not leaving.
I mourn hurting you.
But I did not want this enamoring dream to end.
You felt nothing, and I felt everything.
At the end of your hall, the tunnel was something new.
I have never been good at leaving anything, unexplored.
I will never regret it.
Not when I remember how you kissed my neck, spoiled my breasts, and the way that you threw back your head.
So much magic transpired, something for only us to treasure and remember, you sang to me, held me, I basked in the smell of your breath and the warmth of your embrace, I melted.
Every moment we swayed, I cherished.
I left happy, contented.
Relationships be difficult.
I walked in rain-freckled to see my brother comforting my sobbing Mother.
I have not seen him since August, and I don’t think I felt anything.
As a little girl, a teenager, I wanted to bask in every second with him, I followed him around like a little duckling,
I would sit on his bed for hours so I could enjoy just being near, as he sorted through all of his belongings. I wonder what he felt, as he shredded his journals, broke apart mementos, threw away every trophy and medal that he ever earned. Still, I watched understanding.
He was the first in my family to know everything.
The restricting, cutting.
8 years later, I embraced once, and I wondered if he felt my disappointment growing.
When I did give him a hug, without missing a beat, I walked outside after to the rocking chair.
I barely mentioned that I was hailing a ride, I did not say a word when I was leaving.
My sister texted, my Dad called, I know he thought of me, but was that just because my niece was asking for me?
This is not a symptom of a long-distance sibling,
But rather finding his every empty frown and pragmatic conversation, crushing.
His wife’s flippant behavior, nonchalant shrug, and the way she finds our home disgusting, has further perpetuated my Mother’s insanity and paranoia.
His desire to make everyone happy will probably be his own undoing.
But he has not done a single wrong, there isn’t anything that needs forgiving.
If only, his wife, daughter, and himself could take a break from criticizing.
For all my parents hear, is that they are undeserving.
Our bathroom is too gross to use, disorganization that they will parrot over and over is so off-putting.
Stop.
Please, enjoy our home, this family is so very loving.
Warm and welcoming.
Constantly searching for pious normalcy, structure that I’m lacking.
Stop focusing on all that is wrong and missing, just please, love me.
Me, and all the differences and peculiarities that you find so disconcerting.
Love me, and all of the chaos that I bring.
You work so hard for my wellbeing, I want to love you properly.
Like I do the other men in my life, who are empowering, who assuage my second-guessing,
pushing me to live loudly and proudly.
A toast.
We reminded each other, that life is for the alive.
Today I walked five miles to visit the Mad Hatter and Cheshire cat.
In case I did not get another opportunity to bid them a festive goodbye.
I miss you nearly all of the time.
Even if you are not always kind and won’t ever be mine,
You will forever be a light in people’s life.
New Year’s Day.
Time for renewal
The most helpful proposal, is be mindful.
She says pray for peace, to all people.
A message for nearly barren pews.
Thinking of you.
This holiday is my least favorite, skepticism in time, and anything to be new.
The weather is beautiful, sun warm and breeze cool, I’m grateful,
That I can share all that is cruel and love with you.
I’m quiet, soundless so I can bask in the melodies around me, piano and featherlight harmonies, can you hear it too?
I am studious, self-aware, and petty toward family.
Time is a great teacher but it kills all of its pupils.
And I watch you bend to its whim, to your peril.
Disregarding it entirely, another person’s ill.
Abandon those of which who cannot abide by your time-table.
But what do I know?
I am unemployed and mental, in the eyes of ghosts still a mere girl.
Sitting with her dolls, basking in all that is around, perfectly still.
I am selfish, unready to end the affair.
You fear,
Breaking me beyond repair.
I run my fingers through your neatly-trimmed, brown hair.
My love, do you know how many things I have suffered with nobody there?
Crates and crates of diaries, of tear-saturated paper.
Please, do not be afraid.
For I have all I need to persevere.
Just please, be the one that is strong enough to say when it is over.
Not this week, or even next.
But spare me that burden, so it does not have to hurt me that much more.
I am still a woman that delights in pleasuring you from the floor.
Still a lovesick girl, who struggles every time to close your door.
Petty again, but Avant Garde.
In another world, we’re together having a party,
you’re throwing back your head and laughing.
It drives me crazy, seeing a woman with everything, so pretty, and skinny, utterly possessed by vanity.
You want to use only porcelain thrones, and sleep in sumptuous sheets fit for a Queen.
You lament about the dirty, the clutter and imperfections of all those you love, my Mother, your grandmother with dementia, why must they have so much trauma and things?
For their pain, you struggle to have any charity.
You complain about us not being able to move yet, not ready to leave Miami.
Are you going to therapy? Are you teaching?
You have your own trauma and anxiety, so please stop pretending any thing is that easy.
Silly Krissy, please, just let me show you how fun life is, when things don’t have to be the way that we want them to be.
This is more than just jealousy, for I know that your life could be more fun with me.
Life goes by so quickly, please give me more chances to make you happy.
Ushered in by 8 candles and caroling bells,
prey do tell,
2024,
Will you be kinder to us, than the year before?
One with a little less war?
Me? I am fine.
For with ink, I can always be reborn.
You finally said enough is enough.
At my throat, your guilt and shame clawed.
It is not my pride that has been damaged,
But the safety that I feel in you about to fall.
I was elated when this started,
heralding you above all other men.
Even if I always knew that I was merely a bandage.
I am not even a secret lover, affair, I am so much less.
So many lies corseted in a dark green dress.
After this, you are going to tell your wife about the darkness.
But not your deepest, unfaithful exchanges.
No, I will ensure that remains protected.
I’m not selfless,
But my heart yearns eagerly for your marriage to strengthen.
I am not mad, I chose this.
Always on the chair and floor, never a couch or bed.
Yet more than I deserved, I thought, clutching a cracked moral compass.
Could you taste the blood dripping down my palm when you kissed my hand?
This neurotic woman had her naïve delusions fulfilled,
making her feel blessed.
Your touch is better than anything that I could have ever imagined.
I was the first one there when you were deathly-sick, to comfort your resilient, stubborn ass.
A cheerful friend to your family, a confidant to you, I do not have a single regret.
I did feel so loved.
A jarring reflection of myself, how I see us.
The end part one.
Passion like this is precious, and it is dangerous.
There is so much more to your life than this.
This is ephemeral, but your family and marriage are timeless.
You do not need me, eventually you will forget the taste of my kiss.
Your wife, your child, will offer you an endless bliss.
Nevertheless, I will never not be grateful for this short-lived gift.
The end part two.
My hand reaches to you, selfishly.
Don't leave me, I want to scream.
I know you aren't really, but you know what I mean.
This, this space, where it is only you and me.
It is the most wonderful dream.
I don't want it to end yet but if you're saying it just, then I will take heed.
I will be the respectful woman that you need me to be.
I bask in your passion, and thrive off your intensity.
Your darkness and light,
only further add to the excite.
Keeping loving me,
I want to plea.
I want to do right by you, be kind and just, gentle with you, it is the very least that I can do.
Gratitude.
I am happy to watch you now, embrace your wife, to hold true to your vows, and devote to her your life.
Your body, your passion, affection that was never mine.
For your emotional plight, you have my wish to fly.
Prosper.
You above all, deserve all the fruits and riches to be gifted.
By God, the son of Abraham, eternal laughter and delight, and are In the lives of others, a bright light.
Which is why I shall protect, anything you confide.
The darkness that you choose to hide.
My young gaze is too heavy for you, I am too intense, too everything that sets you alight.
You’re relieved to no longer be consumed by my fire.
Longing for you all the blessings, everything that you want in kind.
Still, I hope you miss my desire.
That you long for the frenzy, ferocity, and unhinged devotion that no other will ever provide.
Pathetic.
I have cried to almost anyone who could bother to listen.
I should be composed and quiet, I don’t want to tarnish his name, perpetuate sin.
I promised him my discretion, I have to calm myself, be steady, and keep all we have done hidden.
Stop seeking attention.
He has so much to achieve in life and my distress could raise suspicion.
I need to shut up, quieten.
Stop sobbing to everyone about a man who hurt me even if nobody could ever imagine it’d be him.
It is too dangerous, it’s not worth it.
I should erase these poems, hide them, and burn them.
But I can’t bring myself to, not when this is the tale of so many women.
Who made themselves even more broken, for the sake of connection.
For someone who in another world would be your soulmate, you were made for them,
but that world is not this one.
I’m a lass far worse than any whore, who scorns puritanical-delusion, but far from ever being alone.
Forevermore
I am so happy to have known you so intimately,
grateful that I have been a character in your story.
The warmth in your voice,
Makes it so difficult to make the right choice.
It feels like home.
I know that I can revisit, even when I’m alone.
Your intimacy, poems, comfort, affection, stories and more, is something I’ll forever hold.
You were not exaggerating when you said you are known to spoil,
Because I do feel loved.
I don’t think showering you in love and attention would have ever grown old.
There is so much, that I know that I will never forget.
How you narrated yourself getting ready in the morning,
I could picture it vividly, smiling.
How you yelled so passionately while you watched sports games,
and I felt lucky to be privy.
Every touch, held a new intensity.
Causing me to beam excitedly,
You are so much and then more.
I fed off your interest, your enthusiasm for just my merely being.
Any simple domesticity, that brought you closer to knowing me.
My passions, my body.
I would do it all over again, tenfold.
I would start again tomorrow, a month from now, a couple months.
I loved time being meaningless, and our world being everything.
A treasure, that I’m glad to have behold.
Scarred.
I cannot take it.
You aren’t someone that I will ever hate.
I went in happily, knowing that I would certainly pay.
But I’m unsure if you can truly relate.
You say that you won’t check on me every day,
but you’re there if I want to talk about therapy.
Your tone feels careful and delicate.
I am not sorry, remorseful, confused, or angry.
But erasing late night phones calls, being called “pretty girl”,
Touching you everywhere, the smell of your breath, your taste.
This healthier version of you, might only bring me pain.
There is nobody to blame, there is only one man in your brain.
One whose presence, my heart may now find unable to tolerate.
Not when I have known him in another space, and given myself to in every possible way.
Please, stop saying that I am not alone, and that we are in the same place.
You reframe, taking to this with a steady mind and pace.
Not when one was the professional, and the other was a patient.
You share a bed with a pregnant wife, and I with imaginary characters that I create.
I cried so much that I burned my face.
I will give it until Tuesday, I’ll give it a day.
I will make it.
The church women sent me home with a bag of gingerbread men.
And like them, you can be split open.
I do not want to hurt you like that, take all that you can give, again and again.
I hum the song Aiken Drum while I snack, so I stop crying.
I told you that I wouldn’t, that I would only laugh at the absurdity of it all.
But it felt like you were not listening, that you could not hear; it’s too soon.
That I’m not ready.
I know that you will never be,
that this ending is what you need.
I have to be still and breathe, I want to do what you ask of me, fairly.
I can stop being greedy, eventually stop longing.
Maybe.
You are what I see, imperfections and all and it’s not at all dissuading,
I should want healthy.
But you always tell me that we do not live in such a world, so hopefully, you can forgive me.
For being both stubborn and unsteady, and unforgivingly loving.
The way I provide and bless are countless,
didn’t the Lord teach him how to love me?
Every month of purple and blue bruises,
year of abuse,
punch after punch until I have no teeth.
then he woes at my uncontrollable oceans.
Mourns gentle embraces and bountiful seasons.
Yet his hands refuse to unclench from greed,
Thinking himself still entitled to all that makes my body.
He growls, voice hot against my neck,
cursing me and my fading beauty.
Grabbing onto each and every falling leaf.
Red, orange, green, they crunch to pieces under his feet.
Suffering the man’s condition of treating want as a need.
And yet I am the one left to bleed.
Hatred grows in me like a cancer,
I fume with heat.
Waters rise with all the tears that I weep.
How can I hold him,
if every tree that I use to reach is cut,
Armless and struggling to breathe.
Drinking my breasts dry and burning my insides to ashes,
His damnation is nothing but a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Each and every gentle caress sustains,
and offers what might be false-hope,
For a day that the air and water that I enjoy is clean.
River Styx.
It is so odd, to exist in limbo.
The uncertainty, to not know.
And constantly asking myself, at the threshold of my door, do I want to be alone?
Breathe, take it slow.
All I want is to see my bones,
But there is no sense in dedicating myself to that without exploring alternatives.
I can’t leave anything unexplored.
My supporter, cheerleader.
You are so, so loved.
By me, by your family, I’m never going to forget this, to let those memories go.
Whether or not we ever make more in that space,
Your affection is something that I am so grateful to know.
Aht lo leh-vahd
Love of mine,
Don’t be sad.
King David,
Your god is one who is forgiving,
Not one to forever be mad.
As your Bathsheba for whom,
Your wife you back-stabbed.
She is carrying your child
But I make you feel worshiped.
Aht lo leh-vahd
In the aftermath,
You’ll become a better man,
I know that you can.
It’s part my fault,
For I’m a woman who thinks you are the world.
The first time that you tried to leave,
I cried and cried.
This time,
I will try and be glad.
Aht lo leh-vahd.
Yellow.
It is so odd,
that a church struggling to survive.
is now part of my daily life.
A break from time,
pause in mind.
Casually listen to sermons with pen in hand,
daydreaming to worship and fellowship,
basking in the calm morning light.
While I don't pursue faith,
I find bliss in the people who treat me so kind.
The pastor wasn't wrong when she described this place as paradise.
But not because of the cool sunshine, seemingly perfect gardens, singing birds,
and sunday treats and delight.
Rather, the congregation's warm solace,
that any godless and world-worn woman would hope to find.
Greed.
I wish my old doctors could see,
How much they fucking ruined me.
It’s in the past, what will be will be.
I want to see all of my bones,
Or punish myself, until they're broken.
I’ve hurt everyone so much, that they rather be alone.
Then share the same air that I breathe.
Those men, their darkest secrets are mine to keep.
But I must atone,
for making my lovers bleed.
Ramble.
The blades underneath my feet carve the ice,
Creating intricate design.
I want to draw for you,
All the beautiful things there is to see in life.
See me for all I am,
You are always worth my time.
The Delicate lines,
that connect you and I.
May be smally parted by reality’s vine.
But I am so glad to have those moments to call mine.
You will taste everything, all this world can give you,
for you are one with the earth’s resilient light.
I’m not lying.
Have I ever completely stripped during intimacy?
I am not sure, I don’t try and think.
Only feel.
It is only them and me,
Memories don’t there dare enter here.
All who have embraced my everything,
have been understanding.
Accepting and embracing.
The delusions are only a distant bad dream.
Every person has experienced horrors that’re reoccurring.
It did not happen,
It was not my body.
Research dug out the marrow, science drank my blood dry,
And doctors skinned me raw, shadowed by man’s perversion and greed.
Hands searched me as if I was an animal without feeling.
In safe examinations, I say unhesitating, I will keep on something.
When I asked before heart surgery,
All they could do is ensure my safety.
Promising,
And in a rare leap of faith, I chose to believe.
Shapeshifter.
It has taken many forms, many appearances, but it’s still the same addiction.
The same effort to wipe my mind clean, to give my life purpose, and a reason to be.
A false sense of direction.
Fifteen years ago, it was looking but not acting.
Once in a while restricting, or secretly exercising.
But it was not yet all-consuming.
Ten years ago, it was impressive episodes of binging.
A ritual that was sacred and nightly.
The most mind-quieting partaking.
On the right was an enormous bag of snacks, candies, and sometimes entire casserole dish meals.
A mix of whatever leftovers I could bring from the kitchen to my room discreetly,
and while my mother picked up prescriptions, I would quickly buy loads of clearance candy, stuff it in my backpack and then meet my Mother at the counter just as she was finishing.
On the left was an empty tub that would become full with what I had un-eaten,
And if someone came in, I would quickly cover them both with a blanket as I was sat in front of my bed with an iPad in front of me.
There was nothing suspicious about a teenager watching tv at three or four in the morning,
A loved one would frown deeply, concerned, then tell me to go to sleep.
I’d waited until all was still and quiet, before continuing my feast until 6 am, and by the time that I was done cleaning, it’d be time for 8 am math tutoring.
Now it’s something else entirely,
I have more than just math tutoring that needs my energy.
Besides, I prefer the fulfilling sense of control and perfection that comes from exclusively restricting.
It’s so much safer, and warmly reassuring.
I can have the pretense of some sort of recovery.
It’s nice to be empty,
Making the slow crawl to maybe someday weigh nothing.
Attempt.
A purple aura around her, she whispered over and over that there was blood on my hands.
A woman with a fox tail.
I swallowed 20 a pill.
There was so much frenzy in my mind, faes giving me a look that could kill.
After, I felt lightheaded and numb.
I thought about grabbing more, taking another mouthful.
But thought better of it, even without interviews, I had a lunch date, workout,
still things in the schedule.
I miss and love you still.
A daughter’s tribute.
My Mother has not always offered the freedom and understanding you deserved.
But life is far deeper, richer, than being given what is just and fair, what we might have earned.
Sometimes the Lord robs us of what we should be allowed, over and over.
And other times, we overflow with all that is good.
I hope you know that is how I feel when I look at you.
You are too wonderful and I am not sure what I ever did,
to have someone so compassionate and warm for a Father.
But my gratefulness is endless, and if there is anything that I can do to make your woes weigh less,
I will do so.
Sometimes I wonder, if you truly grasp my unconditional love, and undying respect for you.
You have my heart and so much more.
Crawling on the floor,
Everyone is watching.
Pointing and staring.
You said, I know my worth.
Morphine floods my veins when you smile,
I’m high off your happiness’s warmth.
We’re more than damaged people,
Seeking to salve one another’s burns.
You are so challenging,
You ask me what is at my core.
Our love was more than me seeking dopamine,
Or you wanting everything.
You are forgiving, when I still want more.
Crawling toward you, reaching my hand,
Each and every one of your fingers, I want to adore.
It does not matter how many times I get hurt,
I don’t learn.
You’re sober,
Your shadow falls behind you now, in the face of light,
Through the clouds you will soar.
I cannot be selfish anymore.
You know your worth.
See your struggle, hear your pain.
Bask in your pleasure, the window opposite us freckled with rain.
If only I could pull you into my gaze,
Watch the world through a lens of lore and fairy tale.
But I cannot alter your reality, nor can I make you stay.
I want to be the woman you need me to be so you can grow,
I won’t ask again.
But in the meantime, I love being here, I adore our space.
I cherish it, even when it has once again gone away.
It’s ours, and I’m so happy that it is one that we create.
Peace is something we crave.
I'm calmed by the sound of falling rain.
The church, it wordlessly prays.
I can escape, into what is quiet and safe.
My family has been causing me so much pain.
But ill words, I must refrain, spite has no gain.
I miss you again, again and again.
Do you see the world through rose-colored glass?
Stilling, as each and every woe pass.
Your potential is endless.
I sleep in the grass,
Wanting for you everything there is to be had.
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I’ve only been home since Wednesday and now I remember why I’m so fucking miserable at my parents house. Nothing that I do will ever be good enough for them and I’ll never be able to do more as long as they’re making me feel this way. All I want to do is sleep. All the time. I could sleep for 16 or 17 hours a day and be content, not that I would feel well rested.
Mom is getting worse. She’s not eating and she’s spacing out all the time and she’s sleeping all the time. Yet somehow she still has no sympathy for me. I had been feeling sorry for her but now I don’t really feel that anymore. She won’t go to the doctor. I know that she has a lot on her plate with my dad being the useless sack of shit that he is and my grandparents needing care and being ungrateful for the care. She still doesn’t need to take that out on me though.
On the other hand I feel like I’m useless just as much as they think that I am. This always fucking happens. When I’m at school I have a purpose and a schedule and a job and I’m good at taking care of myself. I can’t do any of that at home. I can’t eat right or sleep right and I can’t seem to get anything done. I’m too tired and I’m paralyzed by stress and dread and fear of failure. The things that I’m proud of myself for accomplishing are just things I’m expected to do. Dishes, laundry, cooking dinner. Those are basic things. Doing them means nothing, not doing them means resentment. Even driving. Fuck. I even gave my dad the fucking driving plan that Dr. Randall made for me but fucking useless it’s useless and every time I think about getting in a car I just want to blow my fucking brains out.
I just feel like I’m never going to get better. It really seems like there’s no progress to be made. I can’t do it here. All I’m doing is wasting away here. I don’t want to fucking be here.
I can’t even control what I eat. I feel guilty asking for groceries. I can’t ask for dinner to be things that I like because the men are little bitch babies that only eat deep fried shit and god forbid I just want to eat something healthy or something that doesn’t make my chronic illness that much fucking worse.
I want to fuckinf waste away or die or whatever and I don’t want to go on the Wellbutrin but I have to or else I’ll just be even more of a disappointment.
And I have to just be okay with everything. I have to relearn how to make the sexism and racism and homophobia and transphobia and fatphobia and ableism and everything just roll off of me. All of them think that I’m too fat, the ones that know think that I’m too gay. They think I’m not ladylike enough and I’m too opinionated and a stupid fucking liberal and I have to mask and they still think I’m pathetic and fucking stupid and sensitive. I will never be enough I swear to god and there’s no way my clean streak is lasting the break. I don’t think it’s going to last a week unless the fucking Wellbutrin works miracles but if my mom is any indicator it will just turn me into a fucking psychopath or make me so anxious that I pull my hair out.
How the fuck am I supposed to do this how do other people do this what is the point of doing all this. I don’t have any friends here I don’t have any close friends anywhere and all I want to do is curl into a ball and bury myself somewhere dark and quiet where no one will ever touch me or talk to me or see me again and I don’t want to exist anymore. And I can’t do my hobbies. I can’t read or write or watch TV or do puzzles and I can’t play music because my parents are fucking hoarders. I can’t do anything and I just want someone who doesn’t fuckinf hate me and who isn’t a horrible person and that is apparently way too much to ask for
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I want to write out my anxiety spiral today because I don’t know where I went wrong. am I just not handling stress well enough. do I just lie to myself and say I’m fine without taking the time to discover that I’m not.
I looked really cute today. that almost makes it worse.
work was fine. I did what I needed. I gave a cute note to my cute coworker who I hooked up with last week. He touched my head gently when no one was looking. Was I hoping he would ask me out? Was I disappointed when we parted ways? am I panicked at the thought that I like him and he doesn’t feel the same and it’s just poetic justice for all the men I haven’t liked.
I walked my dog, headphones in, avoiding people. impossible, with my dog. nicest dog in the world. wants to say hi to everyone. hard to walk him while the anxiety is building.
I wanted to go out. do something. I stay home every day. I live in the greatest city in the world and I sit at home, hiding. scared of finding something that might make me feel alive. did I just feel this way because I wanted attention? I texted him. I confessed my anxiety. the way I felt about him. the way I was scared. the way I was hiding.
and he was kind. I don’t know what I wanted. maybe for him to demand to come over. to demand to take me out. I don’t want to exist for a while. I wish I was tired, exhausted, so I could sleep forever.
I’m so worried. I have to spend so much time with my family soon, without my dog to hide behind, just anxious, ex-mormon me. I know I’m going to have panic attacks, and I know my sisters will judge me and I know that I’m not ready for it, and I will never be ready for it.
I want to be okay on my own. I wish I could just be by myself and need no one, want no one. I wish I didn’t crave the attention and validation that I do. I want to be okay on my own. I always have... I remember writing rules for myself in elementary school... don’t trust other people. you are better alone. why did I fell like that, at such a young age? why did I feel so betrayed by the people around me? I’ve always been odd. Maybe not odd... but myself. I can’t help it. No matter how hard I’ve tried, she comes out. Me. Her. What does that even mean.
I want to be in love and I’m terrified of falling. I want someone to be in love with me, and I’m terrified that I’ll hurt them. am I more scared of hurting than being hurt? maybe. how pretentious. I think I’m stronger, smarter, better than others, and that’s so fucked. I’m such an absolute bitch. I don’t understand why anyone would want to spend time with me. I’m unlovable. I’m unlovable. I’m unlovable. That’s what it always boils down to, isn’t it?
I’ve been trying desperately to hide her. me. myself. because I’m so scared she can’t be loved. I don’t think my family could love a girl defiant against their beloved god.
I want to do a good job at work. I want men to look at me, to love me, but also do not. I want to exist. I don’t want to exist. I want to hit myself. I don’t know how else to let these feelings out. do I do it to try and teach me a lesson? am I angry at myself? at her? would I be okay if I could’ve just strangled her and let myself follow the path set out before me? marry fast, have kids fast, put it all on the shelf, swallow my pride, my dreams, my everything and... what? disappear?
I could never. no matter how hard I try. she is strong. I am strong. she will always fight to be heard. I will always fight to be heard. why do I try and separate the two of us? is it so hard to believe I am so strong and yet so weak? so vulnerable? or am I just scared of being vulnerable?
I couldn’t go out. not by myself. I’d panic. seeing everyone with their friends, and with their lovers. I’d feel so lost. I’d feel even more alone. nothing like panicking with strangers. best avoided. better to cocoon at home and text the boy and regret every word of attempted vulnerability.
“I’m nothing more than a lonely depressed individual” he said
“Nothing in this world is worth your sanity. Including me.” he said
I hate my body. I wish I could take a break from my body for a while.
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yessss for karl?! omg yess please pleas please can you write a dom step sis! reader ruining innocent stepbro! karl!!
like she teases him and he just isn’t experienced at all and she just fucking destroys him, wanking him until the sensitive little bunny is crying and begging to stop from overstimulation
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Title: Silly Boy
Warnings: !TW: STEPCEST!, NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, corruption ig, blackmail, degrading, teasing, humiliation, penis degrading, small penis, overstimulation
Pronouns: She/her Afab
Synopsis: The reader dominates Karl and knocks him down a peg.
Word count: 2k
Note: If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn't stepcest content and you're able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the 'tw sepcest' or 'stepcest cw' tag <3
- This prolly isn't what u wanted but I thought of this and wanted to write it! also this hasn't been proofread and it hasn't been edited at all!
*Btw Veruca Salt is a spoiled kid that gets everything she wants, from Charlie and the chocolate factory.
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Your eyes glared down at the younger boy, towering over him to show dominance "S-sis, what're you doing?" Karl asked "Trying to scare you, is it working?" you leaned down and kept eye contact with the stammering boy "u-um not really.." he stuttered out "then why're you stuttering over your words? You're obviously intimidated." you placed your hands on your hips.
"Well why're you trying to intimidate me? I'm just trying to read this book!" he groaned "Because someone has to knock you down a peg, you think just because you're younger that you can get everything you want? Well not if I can help it!" you were furious by the boy.
"What're you on about? What've I done to you?" Karl asked worriedly "You've been asking for a whole lot this week, veruca salt!" you threw your arms in the air and started pacing around him and his chair "What? Like what?" Karl was utterly confused "You've been asking for non-stop rides to your friends houses, and you've been leaving your laundry around for mother to do!" you cross your arms.
"You're overreacting!" Karl complained "Oh I'm not done! You've also been taking money from mom's purse!" you called him out "What- how did you know about that??" Karl immediately became tense "Oh you look so stressed dear brother, just relax- don't worry... I'm not gonna tell her-" Karl sighed in relief "Oh thank god" and got cut off by you finishing your sentence "-If you promise to be a good brother and listen to what your stepsister says!" you finished.
"WHAT? No way! I'm telling mom and dad!" He began to stand up but you pushed him back down "Oh no no no, you're gonna tell them what? That you stole the $200 that mom presumed was stolen by a thief? You gonna explain that to her after she already called authorities and had someone sent to jail?" you spat venom at him.
"You're evil!" Karl shouted "Me? Evil? I'm not the thief here" you grinned mischievously "Although I could be- if you don't wanna have to do everything I say then just give me something precious you own" you held your hand out expectantly "What am I supposed to give you? My soul?" Karl questioned "If you can bare to part with it then yes" you gave a mean smile in response to his sarcasm.
"I have literally nothing!" Karl exclaimed "You have your phone" you suggested "Dad would kill me if he found out I'd given it away!" He shouted "he'd kill you if he found out about that money too" you reminded him "I- I could give you... I'll let you date one of my friends!" Karl smiled nervously as he hoped you'd agree "What friends? You're a nerd, no one would want to be friends with you" snickered.
"S-Sapnap! He's strong, he loves animals, he has big muscles!" Karl said "The brute with dark hair? He's cute but not my type" you yawned "U-m.. Quackity?" a bead of sweat dropped down his face "He's super cool, really funny!" Karl was starting to worry as he was already running out of friends to pair you with "No.. My type is nerdy boys that I can dominate, ones that get nervous a lot and stutter over their sentences" you hinted.
"Oh- like Wilbur? I'm not really his friend but I can try something!!" Karl wasn't getting the hint "No, I was thinking more specifically towards someone like you." you finally told him "M-me? But I'm your brother!" Karl was in disbelief "Step-brother. And I don't really like you, I just think that you're pitiful and if you're gonna be selling someone's body to me in exchange to keep your secrets safe than it may as well be yours." you explained.
"But- Well- I've never done that before!" he put his hands up defensively "Well obviously, who would want to touch a greasy nerd like you?" you sighed. "Well- No, that's wrong!" he shook his head "Well I'm not gonna make you, just give me something else then and I'll be on my way" you told him. Karl looked down at his feet for a moment as he mulled over what was happening and what decision he was gonna make.
Karl lifted his head and made eye contact with you "Okay." he replied "Okay what? Okay you're gonna give me something?" you asked "No- I mean- okay I'm gonna give you my body" he mumbled quietly "Gonna need to speak up, can't hear you over the sound of our parents crying over having such a disappointing child" you ridiculed him.
"I'll give you my body, damnit!" he yelled "hey- quiet down, our parents are only just down stairs!" you made him shut up. "Whatever" he leaned back in his chair and slumped down "Karl. You need to give me your full consent, you can't just go 'yea whatever' and expect me to be fine with that!" you furrowed your eyebrows "Why?? What- do you need me to beg you for it?!" he was getting aggravated.
"Actually yes, I do" you decided to torment him a little bit "Big sis, please please please fuck this desperate loser" he put his hands together to make a praying gesture as he mocked you "That's more like it, runt." you grabbed his chin and forced him to face you "We can stop at any time, if you choose not to speak up then that'll be your fault" you made sure he was fully aware that he had a say even though he wasn't in control.
"Thanks. Now- how do we?" Karl was now confused on what you were gonna do, and he was having some type of delusion that he was gonna be the one in charge dominating you. "I think I'm just gonna have some fun by jerking you off, is that okay bunny?" you teased "W-what do you mean you're gonna jerk me off?" Karl asked nervously "I'm gonna stroke your dick, never done that before?" you bullied him.
"N-no, never even thought about it.." his face became red and flushed, you slowly slid onto his lap and straddled his leg "No? You haven't? Are you lying to your big sister? That's not very nice you know, Mom always told me that you shouldn't lie (Unless it's to your dad) " Karl glanced away from you and tried to hide his face "Aw you can tell me the truth, I'm a good listener after all!" you encouraged him "I haven't.." he persisted.
"Well then let me introduce you to the pleasure that is being jerked off, slide your pants down" you instructed "What? Do I have to.." he was clearly embarrassed "No. I guess I could just palm you through your pants" you shrugged. Karl sighed in relief and let out a small breath, tilting his head back in the chair and waiting for you to do what you wanted.
Your hand dipped between his legs, your palm rubbing his growing bulge "H-Hey that feels weird" he told you "So what? You want me to stop?" he shut his mouth, encouraging you to keep palming him. "This would feel a lot better if you let your cock free, instead your trapping it in your tight pants and strangling it.." you frowned "F-fine.." Karl blushed as he slowly pulled his pants down.
You watched in delight as he released his penis "Oh is this what you were worried about?" you stared down at it "O-Oh god-" Karl felt humiliated and went to put it away but you stopped him "It's cute.. I wouldn't expect a nerd's penis to be big anyways" you told him. Karl's little cock twitched at your words, moving slightly on its own "oh. my. god. You LIKE when I'm mean to you! That's why you never argue back! It all makes sense now.." Karl looked down to avert eye contact.
"That's perfect Karl, you love when I'm mean to you- and I love to make fun of you! Win Win!" you felt a small rush of excitement. Your hand wrapped around his cock which forced a choked out moan from him, his hands moving to cover his face "you're acting quite rude Karl. Look at your big sister when she's talking to you!" you ordered.
Karl slowly revealed his face, revealing how much pleasure he was having. "F-Feel's weird, let go!" he ushered you to let go of his penis, even though his body disagreed; his hips bucking up into your hand to help finish him off "Trust your big sister." you said as you continued to pump your hand around his cock. "Fuck! Fuck you!" Karl's whole body shuddered as he was having an orgasm, his penis twitching in your hand.
"Wow Karl, that was rude." you huffed and narrowed your eyes, your hand still lingering on his crotch "A-are you done now?" Karl panted as he was trying to catch his breath "Done? I've barely even started!" you laughed maniacally as you began to slowly stroke him again "Ah- no no no, that's too much!" Karl whined. "You want me to stop?" you asked him "Yes!" he exclaimed so you let go and pulled away "What?" Karl was confused and a bit upset "Hm? What is it?" you asked "You're just.. done?" he looked saddened.
"You told me to stop!" you explained "yeah but.. I didn't really mean it.." Karl's cheeks were dusted red "Well come back here then" you grabbed his hips and forced him back down onto his chair. Karl was already eager and bucking his hips up against you, your hand grabbed him again and started to jerk him off "Ah!- Ah-" Karl tried to keep quiet but couldn't help the escaped noises that came out.
You placed your free hand over his mouth to try and muffle his moans, his voice vibrating against your hand "You can never be quiet! Always have something to say, don't you?" you rolled your eyes at him. Karl clenched his eyes shut and tapped the chair repeatedly with his hand to let you know he was ready to cum again, you let him release his load yet again but you didn't remove your hand.
"A-Again?? I can only take so much.." Karl whimpered and whined "You're feeling this way already? But I've only just started!" You frowned "Well I guess I can give you a break now but there won't be any breaks later on when our parents go out to dinner." you stood up and got off him. "T-Thanks.." Karl huffed "For what?" you asked "Thanks for um- pleasuring me?" you scoffed and walked back to your room, ready to return at night time when you had Karl all to yourself.
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*guys lemme know if u want a part 2 bc I could certainly make one of the reader x karl at night time after their parents have left.
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venus.
cw: 18+ only, xiao/f!reader, law school au, enemies to lovers, rough sex, dumbification, degradation
wc: 2.5k
it was getting late. well, it got late about two hours ago. now midnight was approaching at an annoyingly fast rate. you were exhausted, xiao was irritable, and the report was nowhere near done. it was a miracle that no one had come by to lock up the study room for the night.
“this case doesn’t make any sense,” you griped, typing aggressively on your laptop. xiao sighed.
“you’ve said that three times in the last thirty minutes. i get it,” he said flatly. you shot him a look. your professor had to be some kind of sadist. you and xiao had hated each other since the first day of class. rarely did a lecture go by without the two of you arguing- whether it was about law or the color of the sky.
“read this,” you said, turning your laptop towards him. his eyes narrowed as he read over the report, which you’d rewritten twice now. he shook his head as he approached the end.
“your reasoning doesn’t make any sense. you’re just mentioning another case to make the holes in your argument look smaller,” he said. “and the fuck does the implied powers have to do with anything?”
you snatched your laptop back. “at least i’m putting ideas out there. you’ve been rereading it for, like, forty five minutes.”
he rolled his eyes. “right. why analyze the case to further understand it when you could just spew bullshit and pray something is right?”
you groaned in frustration. “this case is at least a century old. you’re not supposed to ‘further understand it.’ the whole point of the assignment is torture us mentally.”
“the whole point of the assignment is to challenge us,” he shot back, “something you will have to get used to if you want a fucking law career.”
you slammed your laptop shut. “i get it, you think i’m stupid-”
“i don’t think you’re stupid, i think you’re fucking lazy.”
you snorted, but there was no humor in it. “i’m lazy, but you haven’t written shit. got it.”
he stood. “listen, i’m sorry that you weren’t paired with your little boyfriend, but-”
“my little boyfriend?” you said, incredulous. “what are you even talking about?” you got to your feet, too. the two of you were ticking time bombs, trapped in each other’s space. as always.
“that ginger you sit next to. don’t act like i’m wrong,” he snapped, “you two are so fucking obvious.”
you laughed in disbelief. “jesus christ, you are such an asshole. his name is childe. you’ve known him an entire semester-”
xiao cut you off, “you’re unbearable around him. that stupid high pitched giggle you do? it gives me a fucking headache-”
“laughing at his jokes means i’m fucking him?” you didn’t even realize that you’d raised your voice.
“you dumb yourself down for him,” xiao said. “it’s infuriating. you can have anyone you want, why do you settle for that moron?”
“i’m not settling for him,” you hissed, “i don’t even talk to him outside of class! and so what if i fucking was? god forbid someone likes me, right? just because you hate me doesn’t mean the rest of the world does.”
something in his eyes changed. you suddenly realized how close your faces were. you must’ve gotten closer as your tempers escalated.
“you are stupid,” he said, softly. before your rage took hold, he continued, “i.. don’t hate you.”
you scoffed. “yeah, right,” you said, starting to back away. his hand caught your shoulder, gentle but firm. the earth stopped turning. he’d never looked at you like this before. like you were more than a nuisance. much more.
it clicked. oh.
“what did you mean by.. what you said a second ago?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “that i.. can ‘have anyone i want?’” your heart was beating fast, and it wasn’t caused by rage, this time.
for a moment, xiao looked vulnerable. “we don’t have to talk about this,” he whispered. “i know that we argue a lot, and i know that i can be a dick, but- i don’t hate you. i don’t.”
your heart was caught in your throat. “how do you feel about me?” you breathed.
his cheeks reddened. he clearly wasn’t used to being emotionally vulnerable, especially in front of you. “it’s complicated,” he said. “it’s not necessarily how i feel about you, but how you make me feel.”
a small smile creeped onto your lips. “well.. what are you involuntarily feeling?”
your smile seemed to relax him, if only slightly. he sighed. “i’ve been asking myself the same question for months. i mean, you always annoyed me- especially in the beginning. but, as time went on, i don’t know.. i started noticing little things.
“like the look in your eye when you’re winning an argument. or the one when you’re losing. how you bite your lip when you’re focused on something..” he trailed off. he looked up, finally meeting your eyes.
“like i said, it’s complicated,” he murmured. “but whatever i was feeling was.. warm. pleasant, even if i didn’t want it to be. then, you started hanging out with that childe guy, and these feelings went from warm to… hot. like a, a burning sensation, in my chest.”
just thinking about it seemed to frustrate him. “he made you laugh. you didn’t look at him like you wanted to kill him. i mean, you liked him. and i couldn’t stand it, because-”
he cut himself off, trying to muster up the courage to say whatever was about to come next. “i couldn’t stand that you would never see me the way you saw him.” his breathing was shaky. it made your heart ache.
your faces were so close.
“it drives me insane,” he continued. “you drive me insane. and i just want to-”
you cut him off, capturing his lips in a desperate, long-awaited kiss. he jumped at first, shocked, but melted into it before too long. his hands found themselves on your hips, gripping them firmly. pulling you closer to him. you tangled your fingers in his hair, relishing in the deep groan that escapes him when you tug on the strands.
he bit your lip as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. you whined and gasped for breath. you brought a hand to his cheek, brushing a piece of hair behind his ear. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that,” you whispered. his fingers dug into your waist.
“you’re not fucking childe?” he said. god, his eyes.
you shook your head.
“good.”
just like that, he was on you again. the kiss was rougher this time, hotter. teeth nipped at lips, tongues prodded at one another, hands made their way up your shirt. xiao pulled away briefly to remove it. he pushed you up against the desk as his lips chased yours once again. you had no objections, dizzy with lust.
he shoved a thigh between your legs and you moaned as he pressed it against you.
“god, look at you,” he whispered, his teeth against your neck. he moved his thigh, and you couldn’t stop your hips from grinding against it. there was an almost sinister look in his eye. it was sadistic, but adoring. your heart was fluttering in your chest.
“aw, baby,” he cooed, “i’ve hardly touched you. do you really need it that bad?” that condescending tone did something to you. a familiar fog was starting to form in your head. “i guess i should’ve seen this coming. smart girls like you love to be turned into dumb sluts in bed, right?”
a shiver ran down your spine. before you could respond, he moved his ground his thigh against you. an embarrassingly high pitched noise escaped your throat. “yeah, that’s what i thought,” xiao teased, sinking his teeth into your collarbone. your nails dug into his shoulder.
suddenly, he pulled away. you whined pitifully at the loss of contact, but the disappointment didn’t last long. your heart skipped a beat as you realized xiao had pulled away to take off his belt. that fog was getting hard to ignore.
he noticed you staring. “bend over the desk,” he commanded, “and hike up your skirt for me.”
as if your panties weren’t soaked enough before.
nervously, you bent yourself over the desk and pulled your skirt up, exposing the silk panties you had on underneath. they were genuinely comfortable. xiao picked a good day to confess.
you heard him inhale sharply behind you, taking you in. “fuck,” he whispered, running a hand up your thigh. you couldn’t help but squirm. “you’re already so wet i can see it through your panties. does it turn you on when i tell you what to do?”
two fingers traced the outline of your pussy over your panties. “or maybe it was the ‘dumb slut’ part, hmm?”
you moaned helplessly, wriggling your hips. “xiao, please,” you begged, “hurry up, i- i want it.”
“be patient,” he replied. you felt lips press against your inner thigh. your skin felt like it was on fire, his lips burning a trail everywhere they touched. you whimpered and squirmed, desperate.
“please, just- fucking get on with it,” you cried. your cunt was aching. you’d imagined xiao fucking you on shameful, lonely nights. especially on days like this, when the two of you had been at each other’s throats. and now it was here. real.
“god, please-”
“shut the fuck up, slut, or i’ll rip these panties off and gag you with them,” he growled. the fog won. you felt yourself melt into the desk, into submission. your hips stilled, and you bit your lip to keep from whining. every second that passed felt like a lifetime.
finally, he pulled your panties down, exposing your dripping sex. you gasped at the sensation of cold air against you. it only made you feel hotter.
he ran his middle and index finger up and down your folds, maddeningly slow. god, it was hard to keep quiet. you could hardly think about anything but xiao, xiao’s fingers, xiao’s dick.
you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning out loud when his fingers began to circle your clit. they were slow and gentle; you needed them to be more.
“you’re so beautiful,” xiao whispered. you hung on to his every word. “i want to take my time with you, and i promise i will, later.. but right now, i can’t help myself.” he took your wrists into one hand, holding them behind your back. he leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear as he continued, “i’m going to fuck you senseless.”
you cried out as he plunged two fingers inside you, thrusting in and out roughly. it was a relief, but it wasn’t enough. you tried to grind your hips onto his fingers to no avail. “and you’re going to take what i give you, aren’t you, baby?” he said, kissing a particularly sensitive spot behind your ear.
“because you’re my good, stupid slut.” he added a third finger and curled them inside you, finally hitting the sweet spot he’d been searching for. you let out a low moan at the sensation. “you think you’re so smart, but look at you. trying to fuck yourself on my fingers. if i’d known this is all it takes to shut you up, i would’ve done this a long time ago.”
you mumbled out a pathetic, incoherent moan. you couldn’t even argue with him, you were so desperate.
“it’s okay, pretty girl,” he whispered. “i’ve got you. i’ll give you what you want. you just have to ask.”
you knew what that meant. “please,” you begged, “please- fuck me, xiao! i want it so bad, i’m so..” you trailed off, trying to hang on to your train of thought as he twisted his fingers inside you. your sentence became a string of incoherent please’s.
luckily for you, xiao was nearing the limit of his control. “good girl,” he said. you heard shuffling behind you as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock pressing against the entrance to your cunt. his grip on your wrists tightened. “take a deep breath, baby.”
he thrust his hips forward and finally, he was inside you. it stung at first, but you adjusted quickly. when he felt you relax, he pulled your wrists toward him, using them as leverage to better fuck into you.
“oh, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou,” you moaned, relishing in the feeling of him brushing against your g-spot. every thrust had you seeing stars.
“fuck, you feel so good,” xiao hissed, picking up the pace. he pressed kisses down your spine. “so pretty, such a good girl. you like being fucked rough like this, baby? is this what you needed?”
you let out another string of whimpers, nodding desperately. “it’s so good,” you slurred, “i’m close.”
he released your wrists to grab your forearm, pulling you up, against his chest. this angle was somehow better than the last, directly targeting that sweet spot he’d only been brushing before. “oh, yes! right there!” you cried.
xiao let out a growl, fucking you harder than before. “that’s right, you stupid slut. fucking take it,” he snarled, biting into your neck. “you wanna cum?”
you nodded feverishly, no longer bothering to quiet the little noises he forced out of you with each thrust. “yes, god, please,” you begged, tears beginning to form in your eyes.
he suddenly pulled out and flipped you onto your back, thrusting inside you again without missing a beat. you grabbed onto his shoulders, trying to stay grounded. “tell me what you are,” he said, hardly louder than a whisper.
your cheeks were burning. you knew what he meant. in any other circumstance, you would’ve fought him on it, or at least tried to. but you’d never had dick this good in your life. you weren’t about to disobey him.
a thumb hovered above your clit. “tell me what you are,” he repeated, his gaze unwavering. you couldn’t resist him if you tried.
“i’m a dumb slut!” you cried, tears running freely now. he brought his thumb down, rubbing in time with his quick, rough thrusts. your eyes rolled back as you came, cunt clenching down desperately, legs shaking around his waist.
xiao was quick to follow, cumming inside you with a low, gravelly groan as he pulled your hips against him. you whined at the feeling.
as he came down, he pressed his lips to yours again, much gentler than he had earlier. you kissed him back, slowly gathering your bearings.
when you pull away, he peppers your cheeks with light kisses. “you were so good,” he whispered, “so good for me.” you hummed happily, capturing his lips once more.
he pulled out of you, much to your dismay. before you could demand another round, you were hit with a sudden realization. “oh, fuck,” you said, frantically pulling your shirt over your head.
his eyes widened and he put a hand on your arm. “what is it? what’s wrong?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned. it was a cute look on him.
“the fucking case report,” you grumbled.
he grinned and gently tugged you back to his chest. “don’t worry. i can fix your half in, like, thirty minutes.”
you shot him an annoyed but amused look. “you’re an asshole,” you said. he pressed a kiss to your nose.
“you love it,” he replied.
and you did.
#i am not entirely happy w this but#i have been starving yall and im sorry for that#not beta read at all#my bad#xiao x reader#xiao x female reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact smut#xiao smut
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Be My Baby | Qian Kun
Pairing: Qian Kun x Reader
Summary: One night, your old flame Kun calls you back to his apartment, to treat his sick baby. The wine flows, and your feelings for him become stronger than ever...
Genre: Dad!Kun, College friends AU, Y/n has a crush on Kun
Word Count: 1.2k
RING RING!
The ringtone made your hand jolt, and the eyeliner wing you were painting smudged. You swore under your breath. But as soon as you saw the name on the dialler your frustration melted away, being replaced by nervous flutters.
You picked up the phone. "Hey, Kun. What's up?"
Kun's voice tumbled out of the speaker. "Hey, Y/n, I'm sorry to call you on a Saturday night but Xia's got a fever and she's red and my car broke down so I can't take her to the hospital and I'm really worried and-"
"Shh, Kun. Breathe,” you said, cutting him off. “Do you need me to come and check-up on her?"
You could hear Kun sigh with relief. "That would be great, Y/n. I'm not messing up your plans for tonight right?"
You thought about the blind date you were supposed to go on. It would be useless anyway; you couldn't date when you were still in love with Kun, your best friend from college.
"No, you're not interrupting anything. I'll be over soon."
Twenty minutes later, and you were knocking on Kun's apartment door.
Kun pulled the door open. When you saw him, you had to force your mouth to stay shut.
Kun was standing there, shirtless, carrying his baby in one arm.
You forced your eyes to steer away from the smattering of black hair that fell into his faded jeans.
"Y/n, you’re here! I'm so sorry, Xia was sick on me and I didn't have time to change. Come inside."
You walked into the living room and placed your medical bag on the coffee table. You fished out your stethoscope and thermometer.
"Put Xia in the cot,” you said. “Let me take a look at her."
"Thank god you're here, Y/n. It's so useful to have a paediatrician as a friend." Kun said, chuckling.
Friend. You tried not to grimace. Instead, you focussed on the child in front of you, pushing your emotions to one side and letting your medical training take over.
The little baby's chubby cheeks were rosy, and her big eyes were glassy. She really was the spitting image of her father. You checked her all over.
Kun came back into the living room, this time wearing a T shirt. Your shoulders slumped in disappointment.
You picked up the baby. "Xia’s okay. It’s just a cold. She should be back to normal in a day or so. I've given her some calpol, just make sure she has enough to eat and drink."
Kun rocked the baby in his muscled arms. "Sorry, Y/n. I must seem like a typical over-anxious parent. It's just hard raising her all on my own, you know."
You touched his arm, ignoring how your nerves danced at the contact. "You're doing amazing, Kun."
Kun beamed, and his glorious dimples came out. "Will you stay for a bit? Let me just put Xia to bed. I feel like we haven't had a proper catch up in ages."
You heart thumped. "S-sure."
Ten minutes later, Kun came into the living room, a glass of red wine in each hand. "I hope you don't mind, I opened a bottle. I remember how much you liked it in college." Kun gave you a teasing smile and passed you a glass.
He sat down on the couch beside you, so close to you that you could feel the heat radiating from his denim clad thigh.
"So, how’s work?" he said. "Are you liking the new hospital?"
"Yes! I really feel like I can make a difference there." You took a large sip of wine. " What about you? Hendery still giving you grief at the office?"
"You know it!" Kun said, pushing his hand through his chestnut hair. "You know... it's so nice to have a normal conversation with another adult that’s not about babies. Don't get me wrong, I love my daughter, but it's nice to have someone else around."
You bit your lip.
Kun's cheeks were flushed - from the wine or his words, you didn't know.
He went on. "You make me feel like... like a person again. Like a man. Not just a nappy-changing-bottle-feeding robot. You’re amazing, Y/n."
You shifted closer, eyes locked on his plump, kissable lips...
You were suddenly overcome with a desire to kiss him. You gripped his T shirt, pulled him towards you and pressed your lips against his.
Kun's froze. His eyes went wide. To your dismay, he wasn’t kissing back.
After feeling his muscles tense, you pulled away. You clasped your hand over your mouth.
Kun was staring at you, mouth agape.
A horrible wave of embarrassment flooded through you. "Oh my god, Kun, I'm so sorry. I didn't even ask-"
"Hey," Kun said, placing a steadying hand on your thigh. "It's okay. You just caught me off guard. Do you perhaps... like me?"
You gulped. "Yes, I… have done for a while. I was going to say something, but then your ex got pregnant and Xia was born and... the timing was never right."
Kun nodded. "Wow. I had no idea you felt that way, Y/n."
When he saw the disappointment your face, he rushed to continue. "Don't get me wrong, you're a total catch! But- but you're my friend, and I’d rather not jinx that. Also, I haven't dated or been... intimate with anyone since Xia was born..."
You blinked furiously, willing the tears away. "It's okay, Kun. I understand. I’m going to go." You stood up.
But Kun grabbed your wrist before you could leave. "Wait, Y/n, don't leave like this."
You sat back down. Your pride was already wounded, how much more damage could five minutes do?
"I'm flattered that you like me, Y/n. And I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about you like that, in the past. But I'm so overwhelmed with Xia and work... I just don't think I'd make a good boyfriend right now."
You nodded. “Can I ask you something?”
Kun stroked the back of your hand. “Anything…”
“Can we kiss? Just for a bit. Let’s forget about the future or responsibilities… just live in the moment.”
Kun bit his lip, thinking. He really didn’t know how sexy he was. Eventually, he said. “How can I refuse such a beautiful woman?”
You reached forwards and touched the back of Kun’s neck, feeling the stubble of his hair line under your fingertips.
You pulled him towards you, and kissed him on the mouth. His lips were velvety and soft like pillows. When his tongue touched yours, you jolted.
Lips still locked together, Kun lay you down on the couch and shifted on top of you. You could feel his body all over you, smell the faint coconut of his shampoo.
You wrapped your hands around his broad shoulders and pulled him closer. Kun’s hand found its way to your clothed waist. Then his fingers danced up your side and softly touched your breast.
You longed to pull his T shirt off to feel his skin against yours, but then-
“WAAAAAA!”
You both froze.
Kun removed his hand from your breast and sat up. He helped you up to a sitting position on the couch.
Kun took a deep breath and fanned his heated face.
“I better go and tend to her,” he said, smiling apologetically.
You nodded. “I’ll probably get going.”
Kun squeezed your hand. “It’s unfair of me to ask you to wait for me, but I’m going to do it anyway.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay.”
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Just for practice | kth
↳ Summary: “I think we should normalise giving head to your friends as practice.”
↳ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, slight Hoseok x reader
↳ Genre: Smut, pwp, some plot i guess, best friend! Taehyung
↳ Rating: 18+
↳ Word count: 5.3k
↳ Warnings: swearing, lip biting, hickies, oral (both female and male receiving), rough blowjobs, spanking, fingering, squirting, big dick! Tae, possessiveness/jealousy, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls), dom/sub themes, Taehyung calls reader lots of pet names (sweetheart, darling, good girl), degradation, biting, slight cockwarming
↳ a/n: I’ve been having major writer’s block while writing confident :( however, i saw this tweet which prompted this lil oneshot hope you enjoy
Jung Hoseok [ 2:15 PM ]
Am I gonna see you at Seokjin’s tomorrow?
You [ 2:16 PM ]
I’ll be there :)
Jung Hoseok [ 2:18 PM ]
You’re not gonna run away from me this time, right?
You [ 2:20 PM ]
No of course not haha
Jung Hoseok [ 2:21 PM ]
Is that a promise princess?
A sigh flies out of your mouth like wind through a window and you’re shucking off your glasses in an instant. Hoseok’s texts bringing back a flurry of memories that you wish to forget.
“Do you need help with your essay again?”
Your eyes are strained when they try to focus on Taehyung, your shoulders shrug in defeat. “No, I’m fine. It’s just-”
Taehyung knows immediately, he is your best friend after all. “Let me guess, It’s Hoseok isn’t it?”
You slump in your seat while a pout is cutely drawn onto your face, you nod with dismay. “I really like him Tae, and every time we see each other, It’s like the universe has it out for me and tries to make sure I embarrass myself in front of him.”
Taehyung shuts his laptop because he knows there's no use in trying to write an essay while you speak about your utterly tragic love life. He thinks about your situation for a minute before he speaks.
“Yes, you might’ve spilled your beer on him and accidentally punched him in the eye, more than once. But, if he’s still texting you he’s obviously still into you. It’s a good sign sweetheart.” Taehyung pats your hand across the coffee table, a comforting smile adorning his handsome face.
Taehyung doesn’t know the full extent of your problem and the more you think about it the more embarrassing it becomes. So you smile back at him uttering a small thank you before turning back to your laptop.
Taehyung raises a brow, “wait, wait, hang on, something is still bothering you.”
You frown, “it’s embarrassing.”
Taehyung shuffles around the corner of the coffee table as if you’re about to tell him a secret, though it’s just the two of you in his small apartment. “Just tell me, it can’t be that bad.”
“Taehyung it is that bad.” You tilt your head at him, pulling up the sleeves of your sweater around your tiny fists. “You’re gonna laugh at me.”
Taehyung feigns shock at your words, his hands placed on his heart for dramatic effect. “I would never laugh, and frankly I’m offended you think that low of me.”
You roll your eyes, turning your body more towards him, deciding it wouldn't hurt letting Taehyung know the thoughts plaguing your mind. “Well, you know how Hoseok and I have been kind of flirty lately, right?” He nods in understanding.
“I can tell he wants more than that, you know? His touches are small but I know exactly what he’s suggesting, and don’t get me wrong, the feeling is completely mutual because trust me I want that too. Really bad.”
Taehyung hums, interrupting your soon-to-be graphic rambling. “I totally get it Y/N. Now let’s stop beating around the bush so I can help you.”
If Taehyung were a girl, this would be so much easier. You curse your eight-year-old self who just had to become friends with a boy because God, how do you even start?
Taehyung is a patient man, always giving you space before helping you but, in this situation, you feel it’s best to just rip the band-aid off. Taehyung if you can read my mind, please don’t laugh at me.
“I’venevergivensomeoneablowjob.”
You speak so suddenly, Taehyung’s not so sure he heard you correctly. “Huh?”
“Goddammit Tae”, you rub and your temples and avoid his stare. “I’ve never given someone a blowjob!”
His eyes are wide. “Oh”
You hide your face into the table while your body internally cringes. At least he didn’t laugh. “See! You do think it’s bad.”
“I’m just surprised to be honest”, he reassures, leaning back onto his palms, strong brows pulled together in thought. “Shit Y/N, have you really never sucked a dick before?”
Sure, you’ve had sex many times (most of which have been extremely disappointing) but, it seems that most of your hookups want to get straight into fucking. No foreplay, no nothing. Just unseasoned, pleasureless fucking.
A groan rumbles out of your throat, “It just never happened! They were all about that hump and dump lifestyle I guess.”
Taehyung is utterly baffled at your statement. In Taehyung’s books, It is compulsory to treat every women like a queen. Preparing and edging them the perfect amount of times to see them crumble so sensually by his very doing. To Taehyung, seeing a woman cry out his name from experiencing the most explosive, leg-shaking orgasm was always his favourite part.
This is why Taehyung is absolutely shattered for you. “So, you’re also telling me no one has ever eaten you out?” You miserably nod, “that’s actually fucking evil!”
His words do not ease you one bit as you throw your head onto the seat behind you. “The way you say it makes me feel even worse. This is the sole reason why I run away from Hoseok and make a fool out of myself.”
Taehyung doesn’t say anything, the air floating around carrying an awkward silence. You don’t really care and you don’t expect Taehyung to think of a solution. Plus, you’re already embarrassed enough.
You might as well leave and ask one of your girlfriends for help, maybe finish your essay while you’re at it. You sigh, shutting your laptop and stacking your books together.
However, the next sentence that flies out of Taehyung’s mouth makes you stop dead in your tracks.
“I think I’ve figured out how I can help you.”
Wiggling back into a comfortable seating position, you lean into Taehyung with interest. “And how might you help me, dear Taehyung?”
He eyes you nervously, his fingers fiddling with his chunky rings, “You trust me, right?”
You smile, “yeah, of course, you’re my best friend Tae.”
An exhale puffs out of his mouth. “Why not practice on me?”
You almost choke on your spit. You definitely did not expect him to say that. “Could you repeat that please?”
A new glint of mischief sparkles in his eye. “Why not let me teach you how to give Hoseok the blowjob of his life and in return, I’ll eat you out”
Your brain is having a meltdown.
“You’re fucking crazy”, you wail. “You actually want me to suck your dick?”
He brings his hands up in defence, “I think we should normalize giving head to your friends as practice, I don’t think it’s such a bad idea. Think about it, you get to learn and cum at the same time.”
You won’t lie to yourself, the proposal is tempting and in all honesty, Taehyung is hot as fuck. You will forever thank the Gods above for blessing you with the delicious sight that is your best friend. However, the proposition puts you in an odd spot.
Apprehensive about your thoughts, you state your unease, “I-I don’t know Taehyung, don’t you think this might ruin our friendship?” An exhale, “have you seriously thought of me that way?”
Taehyung chuckles, it’s deep and totally unexpected to your question. “Sweetheart, there are many things that go on inside my head involving you. And to answer your question, they’re not completely innocent.”
A startled gasp is ripped from your throat and your stomach flutters with a dangerous mix of nervousness, thrill and dare you say arousal.
Never in your life would you have imagined Kim Taehyung, your best friend since grade school, seeing you in such an inviting way. To make matters worse, It was intimidating to think about his fair share of experience and the long line of women backing up the fact that Taehyung was indeed some sort of sex demon.
Of course, you felt the same way. How could you not! The man was practically an incarnation of a Greek God. Broad sturdy shoulders that sat atop thick muscular thighs, and how could you forget his gorgeous fingers.
You’d die before you admit it, but there have been many nights where you have found yourself thinking about what his pretty long fingers could do to you. Those nights always ended with a mess of your sheets and a wetness between your thighs. It was your dirty little secret, however, it seems Taehyung also had some of his own.
His sharp eyes storm with darkness when he speaks, “don’t lie Y/N, I know you’ve had some dirty thoughts about me up in that pretty little head of yours.”
Pink blossoms over your cheeks like wildfire because he’s so terrifyingly right. “I don’t even need to touch you sometimes, one look and you’re a goner.” You gulp. “Look at you right now.” His gaze drops down to your thighs. “All my talking making you so needy, you need to clench your thighs to keep it together.”
He smiles, though it’s not his usual boxy, boyish smile. It’s dangerous and seductive almost smirking and shit when did he get so close to you? Your breathing is erratic and you have no idea how you could be so anxious yet so amorous at the same time.
Your heart beats rapidly in your ears. “This is just for practice, right?”
Taehyung curses under his breath, “just for practice sweetheart.”
You don’t get to respond.
His lips are hesitant at first when they meet yours, yet his hands say the opposite. They start at your waist and tickle their way down to your stiff hands. Ever so gently, he pries them open, intertwining his long fingers with yours, and God, did his hands feel so right.
Your nerves dissipate slowly but surely as you allow him to explore your mouth with his skilful tongue.
Much to Taehyung’s dismay, he finds you releasing your fingers from his own. Your hands flying to the nape of his neck, ultimately bringing him closer to you, deepening the kiss. Taehyung moans in delight when you tug at his long curls, you bite his lip in reply while lust paints your vision and dampens your panties.
Taehyung never knew he would miss the feeling of your lips against his when he painfully pushes himself away to situate himself comfortably on the couch. It was time for the lesson to begin.
You pout at the distance, trying to wiggle close until he motions for you to get into a particular position. Your insides swell with eagerness.
His voice is sweet and his hands are delicate when he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Get down on your knees for me sweetheart.” You obey immediately. He smirks at your sinking form. “Good girl.”
You swear right then and there your pussy had gained a working heartbeat at his words. The unfamiliar pulse thumping as if it were trying to break loose from the constraints of your sweatpants.
Your eyes are big and expectant, slowly drinking up the sight of Taehyung’s delicious figure seated above you. He sits on the couch like it’s his throne, legs spread to accompany your kneeling figure, and dominating stare pinning you down. A shiver runs down your spine.
“Wh-what do I do now?” You utter, making it known to Taehyung that he is in charge. He is in control.
Taehyung cocks his head to the side, using a decorated pointer finger to hither your hands towards him. Hesitantly, you raise both hands, lightly placing them down on his thighs.
A click of his tongue makes its way to your ears and you know you’ve already made your first mistake. Taehyung’s brows furrow, it’s obvious you need to make the next move but your brain is fuzzy and flustered.
He sighs at your confused silence, bringing your small hands onto his belt. Oh, you know what you’re supposed to do now.
“I thought you were smarter than this, how else are you meant to get my dick out, hmm?” The blush across your cheeks has definitely spread profusely from his teasing. Its once peachy pink tone deepening into an embarrassing cherry red.
The buckle of his belt jingles under your fingertips as you nervously undo them. You’re apparently too slow for his liking, Taehyung finishing the job by pulling his belt off his pants, leaving you to stare down at the large bulge covered by the fabric of his tight jeans. You thought you had your nerves under control but the way your hands start to shake is an indication that this is real. You’re really about to suck your best friend off.
Ever the observant friend, Taehyung is quick to notice the slight shake in your fingers. “Wait, stop.”
You do as he says, quickly settling your palms back on the thickness of his covered thighs. “Are you sure you want to do this? your hands are shaking sweetheart.” His voice is laced with concern, a total switch to his previous words.
Clearing your throat you reply, “oh, no, no I’m fine.” You lock eyes. “I just want to make sure I’m doing good so I can be good for him.”
Possessiveness flares within Taehyung’s chest and he has no idea why. Although he doesn’t let it show, he can’t help the swell of his ego at the knowledge that he’s the first to get you like this. Not Hoseok. Him.
So, he grins his wide boxy grin, dragging a finger down your warm cheek. “Don’t worry darling, you’re in great hands”
The commanding smirk etched onto his lips sparks a surge of confidence through your veins, begging you to finally touch him.
With a tug of your small hands, Taehyung’s constricting jeans are pried off the taut muscle of his thighs and are left to pool around his ankles. The excitement of finally being able to suck dick coursing through your body like lighting, and just like his jeans, Taehyung’s boxers are off in a second.
His cock springs, tall, hard and proud. Your jaw drops, Taehyung chuckles at your reaction. You feel an ooze of wetness pooling in your panties.
His size is nothing you’ve seen before, thick and girthy with an impressive length to match. You wince at the thought of fitting him down your throat.
The cold metal of his rings against your hands brings your attention to Taehyung’s handsome face. Without breaking any eye contact, he wordlessly wraps your hands around the thickness of his cock.
It’s warm and swells in your palm, your two dainty hands stacked on top of each other. Fingers trying so hard to wrap themselves around the sheer girth of his cock.
You’re not dumb, you know what comes next. With a sharp inhale you begin to stroke up his length, paying close attention to his facial expression to get an idea of how well you’re doing
Taehyung’s head tilts to get a better view at your hands, “grip it tighter for me… yeah fuck that’s it.”
His praise boasts you on, holding tighter onto his cock and gathering the slick of his pre-cum with a twist of your wrist. Your eyes remain focused on the way the skin moves with your hands and the way his tip glistens with arousal. You want to lick it.
“When you’re ready you can put your mouth- Ahh shit Y/N!”
He didn’t need to finish his sentence when you’re already so eager to have him in your mouth. You do what you think would feel best, sucking on the head of his cock like a sweet ice lolly on a hot summer's day. Your tongue tracing the thick circumference before dipping into his slit.
A light groan falls from his mouth as he watches you lap at the remaining pre-cum that glistens in the afternoon light. Taehyung almost forgets why he’s here, lost in your plump lips wet with saliva.
Right, he’s here to teach you how to give a blowjob. “Try and take my whole length in darling.”
You nod, taking a deep breath, your mouth opening wider to take him in as far as you can. You try to keep your throat relaxed taking him inch by inch.
“That's a good girl”, he praises, “you’re doing so well for me.”
Your knees squeeze together, acting to relieve some pressure on your aching heat. It had truly been a while since you got some serious action.
Surprisingly you’re able to make your way to the hilt of his cock, a choked gag sputtering from your lips.
A few strands of hair fall in your face, blocking your eyes in the process. Swiftly, Taehyung brushes the hair from your eyes while simultaneously lifting your head off of his cock.
You release him with a satisfying pop, your eyes wide and makeup a little smudged. Taehyung coaches you through the next steps. “I want you to try and do that again, but when you come back up, lick the length of my cock and look at me while you do it.”
Humming in acknowledgment you grip the base of his cock before pausing. “Isn’t this what you like though? What if Hoseok likes to be touched in a different way?”
An unintentional growl bubbles out of his mouth. Oh how he wished he could take your mind off Hoseok and have you screaming his name, thinking about him instead.
He pushes down his discontentment with the other man on your mind, “men are simple creatures Y/N, just making out sometimes can get them going. And judging by the way you’re sucking my cock right now, I’m sure Hoseok will be crazy for you.”
As Taehyung explains the ins and outs of a man’s brain, you don’t make an effort to stop the teasing of his cock. His words sound slurred, they go in one ear and out the other, and besides the delicious length in front of you is much more fascinating.
For the time being you stare up at him, your eyes wide feigning interest in his words, all while you grip his cock in one hand and continuously lap at his tip with a kitten-like flick of your tongue.
Taehyung finally realises that you’ve stopped listening when he feels the small yet downright sensual pleasure shooting through his cock. He grunts, pushing your hair back once again, “fuck, that��s hot. You’re so fucking good.”
His preoccupied hand squeezes the pillows beside him, the veins of his hands popping out. You do what he taught you, seductive eyes laser focused on him while your wicked tongue leaves a hot trail up the prominent vein on his dick.
“Shit Y/N you’re doing so well-”
You release him from your mouth disrupting his sentence, “can you fuck my throat?”
Taehyung swears his whole body just convulsed at your request. He looks away just so he can contain himself because holy shit.
Obviously Taehyung has thought about you being in this position, saying those words. Yet, no matter how many times he fantasizes this scenario, nothing would ever prepare him for those words to actually come out of your mouth with the most bewitching grin plastered on your pretty face.
He stutters, “I- no, I don’t know if you can take it darling.”
You grip his thighs, pout forming on those dangerous lips of yours, “please Tae, I want it. Want you to use me.”
Taehyung pushes the curls of his bangs away, a hiss steaming from his lips. “Alright, but if you feel any discomfort pinch my thigh, okay sweetheart?”
You’re impatient, “yeah, yeah, I can take your monster dick.” You place a small kiss on his thigh, “do your worst.”
His movements are all too fast, all too sudden. His fingers securing a death-grip on the mess of your hair before holding his cock up to your mouth. “You asked for it darling.”
Your mouth automatically widens, welcoming the rough intrusion of his cock as it slides all the way down your throat. A lewd gag fills the room.
A dark cloud of lust of dominance fogs Taehyung’s vision, his biceps flexing when he brings your head up and down his thick velvety length.
The room resounds with the filthy wet noises of your saliva covered lips pumping repeatedly. Taehyung breathes heavily through his nose, tilting his head against the cushions behind him. He keeps his hips still, yanking your hair at an obscene pace. A slew of curses and moans fly out into the air as he revels at the complete state of ecstasy you’ve put him under.
The heat of his member burns the back of your throat but you fucking love it. You open your teary eyes, gazing at his chiseled jaw and the way he shivers and groans above you. It only spurs you on when he glances back down, meeting your mascara ruined eyes.
It’s like a knee-jerk reaction. Taehyung harshly pushes your head all the way to the base of his cock. Your face is met with his abdomen, the hairs of his happy trail tickling your nose.
He leaves you there, and the burn in your throat rises, leaving you gagging, your throat tightening around him.
Taehyung believes after this he could never get the image of your messy docile eyes and tarnished lips out of his brain. He feels your throat constrict, “sh-shit, fuck Y/N, breathe through your nose.” You inhale. “That’s my good girl.”
He releases you from his member only to push your lips back onto him, going back to his beastly pace. “You look so fucking pathetic, you think Hoseok wants a messy girl like you?”
You gurgle around him, tears freely falling down your cheeks as you try to shake your head no. He only mumbles out a groan, his cock abruptly pulsing under your tongue like a steady heartbeat.
It's all too sudden when he releases your head off his length, a glob of drool dripping down your chin and onto your shirt.
“Fuck sorry I was about to cum.”
Although your heart swells with pride you wonder, “why didn’t you?”
He runs a hand through his messy locks, “the purpose of this was to teach you, don’t you still want to practice?”
You’re smug with your answer, “I think I’ve got the hang of it now.”
He swipes a finger under your tear stained eyes, “getting cocky now are we.”
You were cocky indeed, “well I did get you shaking under my touch didn’t I?”
He rolls his eyes, “get up you brat, I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing out on.”
Fucking finally.
You won’t lie, you were probably most excited to finally know what it feels like to receive head. Your mind is still fuzzy from Taehyung’s rough ministrations as you slowly get up. You wobble slightly and Taehyung is quick to stabilize you with two strong arms holding the curve of your hips in place.
With his arms already around you he pushes you towards the couch, kicking his jeans off in the process.
Back flat against his plush couch you’re already stripping off your sweatpants and panties together in one. “My, my aren’t you eager”, he teases, a glint of shamelessness twinkling in his brown orbs when he drinks up the plushness of your thighs leading to your dripping cunt.
Holding your knees in the palm on his hands, he spreads them open to reveal the glossy folds on your heat. He kisses his teeth, satisfaction and hunger clear on his face. “Fuck, isn’t this a pretty sight.”
His words bring back a blush on your cheeks, you pull him forward, your lips inches away from his own. “Shut up please.”
And he shuts you up real good. Smashing your lips to his, he envelopes you into a feverish kiss, your tongues dancing the devil's tango.
His hands are adventurous, feeling the mounds of your breasts over your shirt. “Why the fuck isn’t your shirt off yet huh?” He tuts, pulling on the cotton fabric.
“I want yours off too.” You cutely mumble tugging at the hem of his shirt, to which he complies, tugging it off in one fluid motion.
You peel your baggy shirt off just in time to see Taehyung's arm flex as he takes his very own shirt off. “Have you been working out? My God Tae, you're as big as Joon.”
He inwardly smirks because yeah he’s been working out and it's clearly paying off. He doesn’t want to show his glee however, “can we not talk about other men when I’m about to eat you out.”
You chuckle, eyes trailing down his buff arms to his v-line that leads to his dick like an arrow directing you to his treasure. You bite your lip, unclipping your lace bralette, “sure, sure, let’s get the show on the road.”
It’s Taehyung turn to drink up the sight of your body. “Fuck, always imagined what these tits looked like under all those tight clothes you wear.”
He’s really feeding into your praise kink. “Well, were they what you expected?”
He sucks on one immediately and you arch your back at the unexpected pleasure. “Even better”, he squeezes them in his palms, “they’re fucking gorgeous.”
He sucks a deep hickey under your left breast, leaving you whimpering with a hand tangled in his hair. “Always imagined what you sounded like moaning for me.”
You can’t reply, his touches burning through your skin. He kisses down your sternum to your stomach until he’s hovering above your aching clit, a tantalising grin on his face before he’s diving in.
“Fuck!” You wail at the unfamiliar yet mesmerising feelings. His tongue is stiff and pointed, flicking quickly up and down your bundle of nerves.
The grip you have on his hair is deathly but it's the only thing in your reach that can ground you. He licks a long stripe down your sopping slit, keeping his sharp eyes on you the whole time.
“F-feels so fucking good Tae!” You almost scream. He cups his lips around your swollen nub sucking on it with a shit-eating grin on his face.
You’re too dazed to comment on it, reeling in the new pleasures you’re experiencing. You stare down at him, your eyes half opened and so close to rolling to the back of your head.
However, they almost completely open wide at the sight presented before you. With two long fingers, Taehyung is shoving them in his mouth, soaking them with his spit before rubbing them onto your sensitive folds.
You beg. “Put them inside.. Please.” Taehyung doesn’t make a sound only kissing your clit as he plunges his ring decorated fingers into you.
You’re so wet his fingers slide into you with ease. He groans at the sensation, his view focused on the way your cunt greedily sucks him in.
“Look at you, getting my rings all dirty you filthy girl”, he scolds watching the way your essence drips into the crevices of his intricate jewellery.
Taehyung increases the pace of his long fingers, finger fucking you into euphoria. He doesn’t stop there, his lips returning to your desperate clit in a wet mess of your juices and his saliva.
You can feel your orgasm bubbling in your stomach. It's hot and feels so unlike any other upcoming orgasm you’ve experienced. His fingers curl inside of you, his palm slapping your folds with his rapid pace and his lips don’t give any sign of stopping.
“Taehyung- Tae, I’m cumming!” You really scream this time, your orgasm taking control over your body like a demon.
You swear your eyes black out, your body shaking, a warmth gushing out of your cunt as it spazzes out.
Your chest heaves and you blink, feeling a damp pool around you. Oh God, Did you piss yourself?
“Holy fuck Y/N, I can’t believe you just did that.”
You sit up, embarrassed, an apology falling from your lips.
“You just squirted on me.”
You’re flushed, “I- what?”
Taehyung almost looks akin to a wolf hunting down his prey. “That was the hottest fucking experience of my life, holy shit I’m so hard.”
Well at least you didn’t pee on his couch. There’s a surge of overwhelming need for his cock to be inside of you. You’ve never felt this way before, it’s scary but so is this whole experience. It’s definitely one for the books.
Getting up on your knees you hold onto his shoulders, Taehyung raises a brow. “Fuck, I need to ride you, can I ride you?”
You think you just saw his dick twitch at your words. He grins, “just for practice?”
Your smile is sickly sweet, “of course, just for practice.”
His arms are strong when he shuffles into a seated position all while holding your hips above his awaiting cock.
He pauses, a flash of his normal self resurfacing. “You’re on the pill yeah?”
You peck his lips, “yes, now stuff me full.”
That’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s sinking you down onto his length.
You both let out moans of pleasure at the feeling of being complete. The stretch hurts so bad but hurts so good. He fills you up so well it has you speechless, the air trapped inside your lungs refusing to be released until your walls are comfortable around his impressive girth.
Mumbling a soft curse, you swivel your hips in slow circles, getting used to his large size. Taehyung watches you, hunger written on his face as he licks his lips and examines the way you fit so perfectly on his lap.
You test the waters, holding onto his shoulders for support. You lift your hips and settle back onto his lap. He groans at the wet squelch it makes and slaps your ass, grabbing it in his hand to squeeze it.
You pick up the speed, pumping up and down, whimpering at how well he fills you up. You keep your gaze trained on the image of his dick disappearing in your heat and pulling out with a wet sheen.
Taehyung tucks a finger under your chin, bringing you close to his face to push his soft lips onto yours once again.
It’s weird to say, but you don’t think you can get tired of kissing your best friend. He knows exactly what you want and knows exactly how to make your head spin.
With his large hands of yours, you pick up the pace, slamming your ass onto his hips. You leave his lips, kissing the side of jaw and suckling a few lovebites behind his ear.
His voice is deep and sultry, “fuck yeah, that’s it.” You wail in his hold, pushing yourself to meet his thrusts below. Your thighs burn but the pleasure burns so much hotter.
You feel your second orgasm of the night rising within you and can tell Taehyung is close too. Taehyung assists you, using his thighs to push up into you. Your juices drip down onto his pelvis and both of your breaths get heavier.
His thrusts are fast and rough, creating loud slapping noises that echo around his empty apartment. He grunts, folding his head into the crook of your neck. He’s about to cum and so are you.
With one final gasp your release hits you like a truck. Your thigh shakes in his lap and Taehyung bites at the delicate skin of your neck. His warm seed shoots inside of you, eliciting a small sigh from your lips.
Taehyung releases his hold to lean back onto the couch. He keeps his softening cock inside of you, lazily staring at your fucked out expression.
You play with his rings, “well, how did I do?”
The shit-eating grin is back. “Hmmm, I think you may need more practice.”
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pearls and pastries ; j.jk
pairing ; pirate!jungkook x baker!reader (gender-neutral)
summary ; a crew of pirates have been pilfering your village for several weeks now and one particularly keen buccaneer has stopped by your bakery practically every visit; whether it be for the delectable pastries or for the sweet baker he's taken an interest to, jungkook couldn’t say. but there’s a catch - the baker doesn’t know that he’s a pirate.
themes ; fantasy, angst, fluff, pining, slight action, pirate au, baker au, medieval au
words ; 3.6k
warnings / includes ; descriptions of weaponry, stealing (from the rich), jungkook being a sad lovesick sap, pirate!bts, poetic sadness but when do i not do angst lmfao everything i touch turns into written sorrow </3
a/n ; written for the @ficscafe fic exchange event for @sunshinerainbowsbts !! i hope you like it <3 i'm definitely considering writing a part two to this :D
Jungkook wasn’t quite fond of parrots. Well, his mislike wasn’t necessarily directed towards the multi-hued rotund bird itself, but the fact that the wretched thing was squawking out a poor rendition of what Jungkook had announced earlier whilst clambering down the crow’s nest.
“I’m going to the bakery! I’m going to the bakery! I’m going to the bakery!” the winged devil screeched from atop Jimin’s shoulder, ruffling its bright feathers as if taunting him.
Shooting it the nastiest of scowls, Jungkook reached behind his head to untie the vermilion bandana holding his overgrown locks away from his narrowed eyes. “You better shut that bird up before I toss it to the sharks, Jimin.”
“If I let you do that, I’d also have to throw you overboard. The both of you are equally annoying,” the other pirate snorted in contempt, glancing up at his younger friend striding across the ship before moving his gaze back to the knapsack he was emptying for the pilfer. Out fell several empty bottles of rum, a few gold pieces glinting in the harsh midday sun, two jewel-encrusted daggers, and a worn eyepatch that suspiciously looked to be the same as the one Yoongi always wore over his left eye. “You seem to forget that we’re here to steal from the rich, not buy fancy breads! You’re lucky that Namjoon has half the decency not to kick you off the boat. Jin, however fond he is of you, still calls you a moocher.”
Rouge faintly dusted across Jungkook’s cheekbones as he coughed into his fist, lifting his shoulder in a half-shrug. “I steal stuff sometimes,” he muttered under his breath. It was useless to defend himself against someone who saw straight through him.
“Sometimes, my foot!” Jimin scoffed, hiking the bag over his shoulders. “Bringing back a goblet you found rolling down the street doesn’t count, you know that, right?”
Jungkook rolled his eyes to the cloudless sky, far too stubborn to admit that Jimin was right. With not another word, the young pirate clambered off of the large vessel and onto the rickety docks, grunting upon landing. It didn’t bother him much that Jimin was irked at his lack of contribution. They were rich enough as it is; what was the rush?
The air was tangy with sea salt and damp wood as he inhaled a deep breath, setting off for your bakery. Walking there took exactly three hundred and seventy two steps. Jungkook had memorized the shortest route to your little shop, mumbling the numbers under his breath with a growing grin blossoming across his lips. He subconsciously rolled the sleeves of his white tunic down, the fabric concealing the pirate tattoos inked all over his arms.
When the youthful sea wolf stepped foot into your store, a familiar chiming of the bell hooked atop the door echoed across the cream-walled room. At the reverberating sound, your head peeked out from the kitchen situated in the back. An illuminating beam danced on your features, eyes lighting up with mirth at the sight of Jungkook.
It made the muscle within his chest slam against his ribcage, desperate to be freed from its confines because it belonged to you, and only you. He wasn’t quite sure when the sudden fixation for the village baker his crew was stealing from started, but he had acclimated to his own change of heart by visiting you as often as he could.
“Fancy seeing you here today. Are you coming in or are you now my human door stopper?” Your heavenly voice floated towards Jungkook, snapping him out of his thoughts. Sheepish, he shuffled inside, engulfed by the warm scents of chocolate cakes, powdered pastries, caramelized fruits, and toasted almonds. His stomach gave an impatient snarl at the sight of tempting desserts. You had also walked to the front of the counter, dusting your flour covered hands on an apron. Some of the white powder had managed to smudge on your cheek, and Jungkook had to resist the urge to reach over and thumb it away.
“Hi,” he said with the brightest of grins. “I’ve missed you.”
At his bold statement, you suppressed a chortle. “I think you missed those chocolate cream puffs you like so much, not me. What’ve you been up to while you were gone?”
Jungkook hesitated at that. For the short amount of time he’d been visiting you, not once had he mustered the courage to tell you of his true origins. A savage pirate like him shouldn’t even be around the likes of you. You had no idea that he was part of the crew that was robbing your village, and the very thought of you finding out had him terrified. You were a taste of all the goodness in the world, and Jungkook was afraid you’d crumble into ash if he dared touch you. The sinner had no rights touching an angel, after all.
“Visiting family,” he hummed, quick to move on. If you noticed his strange demeanor, you didn’t say anything. For that, Jungkook was grateful. “I brought something for you.”
There was something about your smile that seemed to expel any and all feelings of gloom in a room. Jungkook was no exception to this feat, his knees almost buckling against the soft pink counters. He righted himself by leaning his elbows on top and propping his chin up with a palm. Gods, he didn’t know he was in this deep.
“Oh?” you set your hands on your hips, tilting your head to the side. “To what do I owe such pleasures?”
The corners of his eyes crinkled. “For those cream cheese tarts you made me last time I visited. Thought I’d repay you.” Whilst saying this, he used his free hand to reach into his back pocket, fishing out a string of authentic pearls, adorned with a glimmering clasp of gold the same hue as the sun.
Your smile melted into a confused pucker, brows knitting together in a muted painting of hesitance, yet you ogled the expensive necklace dangling by one of his spindly fingers nonetheless. Where on earth had he gotten such a valuable treasure? “But you already paid me with money. I really can’t take that, Jungkook.”
Disappointment was easily detected as he slanted his lips to the side. “Alright, then.” He tucked the pearls back into his pocket. It surprised you how easily he had complied.
The worrisome atmosphere was quick to dissolve when the bell jangled once more. A small child meandered in with a toothy beam, holding a small pouch of clattering coins in their palm. They were no taller than Jungkook’s midriff, and he liked it a little more than he should have watching a certain softness adorn your features at the sight of the kid.
“I recommend the cinnamon apple pie. Or maybe the brown sugar crepes if you’re looking for something sweeter,” Jungkook said, gesturing to the treat behind the display glass. The child angled their head to stare at the taller man with wonder. “Anything Y/N makes is to die for, though.”
The child excitedly babbled something in return, but you didn’t quite pick up what they had said. You were far too focused on Jungkook’s animated features when he kneeled down to point at some more desserts. Sure, he was a handsome man, you’ve known that since day one. You’ve never really looked at him in this light. It was as if he were carved from pure luminosity, whittled by the hand of the most skilled sculptor. Everything about him was practically perfect; the gentle slope of his nose, the angles of his raised eyebrows, the dappled rouge of his lips, the beauty marks mottling his dewy skin, the dangerous cuts of his jaw, the twinkle of gaiety you found in his irises. With the sunlight filtering through the windows, it basked Jungkook within a golden radiance, the shadows casted along his face only highlighting his best features, doing nothing to aid your fluttering pulse. Has he always been this beautiful?
“I’ll have a slice of apple pie!”
The sudden clinking of coins being dumped onto the counter snapped you out of your trance, and you kindly wrapped up what the child ordered and handed them the paper bag. Both you and Jungkook watched as they smiled in thanks and trotted out of the bakery. Curse his handsome physique.
A little flustered by your earlier thoughts, you busied your hands by sorting the coins the kid had coughed up. Jungkook, ever the kind soul, merely stood with you as you worked, engaging you in entertaining conversations to keep you occupied while your store was empty. Where did the sun go once it disappeared down the horizon? Why did everybody else seem to enjoy the bitter taste of coffee except him? Why did his heart beat so quickly when around you? The last question he couldn’t muster the courage to ask, and much to his perturbation, he already knew the answer. You enjoyed Jungkook’s company very much; to the point where you couldn’t quite remember what it was like before he had sauntered into your life.
Before the both of you knew it, the sun was already setting. Jungkook noticed the way you deflated just slightly when red kissed the sky. It was a telltale sign that Jungkook was long overdue to go back to his ship. Yoongi would have his ass if he was late again. The whole situation was ridiculous, really. He felt like a fairy tale princess running away from the ball before his clothes grew into tatters. Well, in his case, he supposed it’d be pirate-wear.
Your smile betrayed only the gentlest hint of disappointment as you thrusted a bag of warm cookies into his arms. “Take this for the road,” you had said.
And so Jungkook did, smiling like an idiot the whole way back. A part of him absentmindedly wondered what your face would look like when you noticed that he had left the pearls on the countertop for you.
The ship rocked as the young pirate scampered across the deck at a startling speed, flinging the doors to the cabins open. Six older pirates stared at his panting form, a few looking on with unsurprised indifference, most glaring at him in disappointment. Jimin merely stuck his tongue out, his childish way of saying I told you so. There was expectancy in the captain’s eyes, but it waned away at an instant upon seeing that Jungkook carried nothing of value. Namjoon pinched the space between his brows in mild frustration.
Stiffly, Jungkook jerked his arm to thrust the bag in his hand forward. “Cookie?” he asked. Nobody said anything. Jungkook slowly brought his appendage back down, guilt roiling in his abdomen. “I take it you guys don’t want the cookies?”
With a huff, Namjoon stalked forward. “Of course we want the cookies, give me that.” He snatched the bag out of Jungkook’s hands and tossed it to Taehyung, who caught it with eagerness vividly splayed across his ruffled features. “I do have to admit, we’re getting tired of you bringing back nothing but sweets every time we go on raids, Jungkook. C’mon, kid, this is a team effort here. Look, just today Yoongi managed to steal a dozen coffers from a nobleman. The least you can do is try.” True to the captain’s word, there was a mountain of chests and boxes full to the brim with gold coins and shimmering jewels piled to the side of the cabin.
Swallowing down the lump in his throat, Jungkook nodded in understanding, though not without a miniscule frown twinging his lips. What was a pirate without his treasure, right?
Taking note of his glum demeanor, Namjoon clapped a hand to the younger man’s shoulder. “We’re not mad at you—”
Yoongi snorted at that.
“We just… want to help you help us,” Namjoon finished, ignoring the salty pirate’s quip from behind him.
The youngest man on deck raised his hand to his forehead in an awkward salute. “Yes cap’n!” Shame prowled within his chest; just thinking about the dishonor he brought to the pirate reputation by loitering in a bakery all day, ogling at sugary treats (and the sweet baker, but Jungkook digresses).
A part of him felt even worse knowing that he’d see you less and less, what with the other pirates breathing down his neck. He could only hope that you’d still look forward to his visits, though few and far in between.
Authentic bottles of expensive wines were shoved into his knapsack by Taehyung, lacing chains of aureate crammed into his hands by Hoseok, bars of cold silver wedged into the pits of his arms by Jimin, and more treasures thrown at the youngest pirate to hold as they lithely ran across the village. Being one of the stronger and more agile ones of the group had its downfalls, after all. He was being treated like a pack mule, hauling all the treasure for them. Not that he was going to complain; Jungkook knew that he deserved the rough-housing.
“Hold onto these for me, will you?” Yoongi gruffly uttered as he slid the thick hilts of gem-encrusted daggers into his belt. Jungkook complied hesitantly, but not without a suppressed groan of annoyance. “They’ll sell for more than a pretty penny, so don’t lose them.” The older pirate seemed to be in a grumpier than usual mood, considering he lost his eyepatch and the mottled scar crossing over his eye was on display for anybody to gawk at. It would’ve been worrying to Jungkook if he wasn’t aware of the fact that Jimin was merely prolonging his juvenile game of ‘keep away’, attempting to dance away from Yoongi’s inevitable wrath.
Perhaps being a pirate wasn’t his true calling, because Jungkook found that his mind kept wandering off to the matters at hand—running away from the guards. Though it was a relatively easy task (the guards were quite thick-headed in this village), he thought about the pretty plants dangling from the balconies of a building they jogged by, or the scents of exotic spices carried by the souq market not far from where they were. Most of all, much to his expectancy, his thoughts were centered around you. Had you gotten many customers for lunch rush? Were you lonely without him? How many times have you smiled today? Jungkook was all too fond of your smile.
Blinded by his unsaid affectionate ramblings, he only barely caught on to Namjoon’s quiet, “We shook the guards off for now. Be careful next time, Seokjin. The sun’s about to set soon; we should head back to the ship before it gets dark.”
Jungkook hissed out a small sigh of relief, bending over to catch his breath. Jogging across the village would have been no problem, but running with treasures twice his weight draped all over him was a different story.
When he righted himself back to standing, the sudden pit of shocked trepidation unfurled within his abdomen. There you were, beautiful as ever, but a terrifying sight to see. Normally you’d be the only person he would want to see, but as of this moment, you were the absolute last person he fancied bumping into.
Why now? He had the most rotten of luck.
Today you weren’t wearing your regular apron, but a pair of fitted grey trousers and a soft beige blouse far too large for you, hanging off of one of your shoulders as you cradled a basket of breads and cheeses and other groceries in your arms. It was a simple outfit, but one that made his heart clench nonetheless. The glinting of iridescent pearls draped over your décolletage had his breath stolen away from him as raw sentiment overtook his form. You were wearing the pearls he left for you and you never looked more beautiful. Jungkook, on the other hand, was clad in clothes that practically screamed pirate; a golden-clasped corset tightened about the small of his waist, a tattered white button-up tucked into his dark trousers, worn sea boots covering his feet. A large gun was also slung over the belt cinched around his hips, along with multiple daggers of the like, and not to mention all the riches and jewelry the other boys had thrown at him.
You couldn’t see him. No, it would absolutely ruin Jungkook.
Perhaps dropping everything he was holding in a panicked effort to dash away as quickly as he could was the worst possible thing he could have done to not warrant any attention.
The concerned and confused questions erupting from the other pirates as they whipped their heads towards their youngest comrade went completely ignored. He scampered away from them, lunging towards a shadowed alley and hiding behind a teetering pile of musty boxes. A stray cat nuzzled against his leg, but Jungkook merely shooed it away with a frustrated glare and not-so-subtle shushing gestures.
What a fool I am, the young buccaneer berated himself, pressing a knuckle against his temple in frustration. He waited for another minute, before slinking out from the shadows, peering around the corner to see if you were still there.
No sign of you. Relief seized his chest, but not without the gentlest flower of disappointment staining whatever solace he felt, a weed amongst the roses. Jungkook’s mind was still reeling from the fact that you were wearing his pearls.
Treading carefully, he strode out of the alley, turning the other direction before halting in his tracks completely. A queer, garbled noise tumbled past his lips.
It was you, a confused smile gracing your features, and all Jungkook could think about was how the sunlight was made for you, how you glowed in front of him, how he wanted to cradle you into his chest and murmur confessions of his pure, unadulterated love into your ear. But Jungkook didn’t do any of that. Instead, he merely stood there, as if he was imitating a statue in all of his pirate glory. Terrified, regretful, and ever so angry at himself.
Fate was a cruel game.
The pearls shone prettily on your skin. A reminder of the best mistake he’s ever made.
Your eyes had yet to wander down to fully take in his appearance, for your expression still held fondness for the man that’s visited your bakery so often, still having no idea that he was a filthy pirate, locked into his molten gaze. “I think you dropped something…?” The golden chains dangled loose between your fingers as you held them out to him. Jungkook didn’t take them, frozen on the spot.
It was as if he could pinpoint the exact moment you found out his true origins. Your brows furrowed upon seeing the weaponry strapped onto him, one of his pirate tattoos on display (Jungkook cursed himself for not thinking of rolling his sleeve back down), and the six other men watching in silent despondency behind them. You had always been a sharp one, far too smart for your own good.
Or, perhaps, it's always been obvious. Jungkook was only wishing for the impossible.
“You’re a pirate.”
The statement wedged a stake into his chest, splintering his heart into pieces. When you stepped away from him, confused horror marring your beautiful features, Jungkook knew that it was over.
He lost you.
A flurry of emotions, overwhelming and tumultuous, evidently took over you at his lack of denial. You looked to be just as heartbroken as he was.
“You’re a pirate,” you repeated, dazed. You wanted him to say something, anything. Much to his surprise, you didn’t sound angry. You took several steps back this time. The weight of pearls around your neck suddenly felt choking.
The sudden calling of his name had his head whipping around to look at his captain, watching the brutal exchange with gentle sternness. “We have to go.” The guards’ll be coming soon, no doubt.
Jungkook looked back to you, any and all words lodged in his throat. Despite the fear in your irises, a soft expression of acceptance folded over your visage, for under all his pirate exterior, he was still the same man that you thought so fondly of from your bakery. The look was short-lived however, quick to fade away when Jungkook reached out for you hesitantly. A part of him pondered how a simple baker managed to steal from the stealer. You had robbed him of his heart, and Jungkook didn’t even try to stop you.
Upon seeing you inch away in mortification at your new revelation, Jungkook retracted his arm and pursed his lips. The agony clawing at his stomach was begging to be set free. He wanted nothing more than to get onto his knees and plead for your forgiveness.
I’m sorry I lied. I’m sorry I’m not the man you thought I was. I’m sorry I fell in love with you.
His name came out again, this time from Yoongi. That meant it was serious.
“I’ll come back,” Jungkook said, tears rimming the bottom of his warm doe eyes. You watched him start to trek backwards. “I promise.” The words felt heavy on his tongue, like he was swallowing down a knot of thorned ivy.
Before you had the chance to say anything back, he was gone, bounding back to his ship with his comrades. Not long after, the distant barks of guards pursuing them rang throughout the village. You took that as your cue to leave. Swallowing down the urge to cry, you forced your eyes away.
You hoped he wouldn’t uphold his promise, for the both of your sakes.
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𝓲𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓭. | 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓸
𝔹 𝔸 𝕂 𝕌 𝔾 𝕆 𝕌 𝕂 𝔸 𝕋 𝕊 𝕌 𝕂 𝕀
⇴ male reader [22, virgin]
⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+
↣ rating: explicit, 18+
↣ warnings: over 5k words long, smut, Age Gap (12 years), older Bakugou (34), shy virgin reader, fluffy smut
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“Mhmhm… Mh… Wait, Katsuki…san…”, you barely managed to mumble before breaking the kisses, both of you panting lightly.
“Huh?! I’ve waited too fucking long, [Your.name]!”, Bakugou growled while trying to pull you back down.
Though you managed to push him back a little before your boyfriend could aggressively kiss you once more.
“I know, just… let me take a shower first! I just came home from my 10 hour shift, threw my hero costume into the hallway and rushed over here.”
“Ughg, fine.”, Katsuki grumbled lightly, his hand that had held on to your shirt desperately, loosening.
A small smile flitted across your lips before you quickly smooched him.
“Thank you. Oh and- here.”, you pulled the two tickets you had talked about before out of your back pocket.
“Oh… right… You said you had tickets, hm?”
“Yup, a friend of mine works behind the scenes for the comedian we both really like. Remember? We talked about it?”, tilting your head lightly, your cute smile and shimmering eyes reminded Katsuki of an adorable little dog. The thought alone made him also smile a little – so innocent and cute.
“Yeah… On our first date. I can’t believe you remembered.”
“Of course! So, I used my connections to get us two tickets.”, you excitedly declared. It helped with the urge of not staring at your boyfriend who was still standing naked in front of you.
“So when are we going?”, Bakugou casually asked, looking at the two tickets to find a date.
“April next year! I am so exited already though.”, you giggled.
Meanwhile Bakugou’s heart was doing a flip in his chest. Next year in April meant that you were believing you and him would still be together by that time. Making plans so far ahead, how was he supposed not to get emotional and happy?
“Katsuki-sa- hm!”
Pulling you down again, he surprised you with yet another intimate kiss. Once again not knowing where to really put your hands, you awkwardly placed them on his lower back. Though feeling the bare skin under your fingertips was enough to send a strong jolt down south. Damn it, how were you going to survive actual sex?
“Go take a shower. And don’t let me wait too long.”, Bakugou finally said when he pulled back with a smirk on his lips that made your cheeks warm.
“Uh-huh!”, was your only dreamily sighed answer as you watched him for a moment, completely dazed. There he was, walking up the stairs so casually – butt-naked and making your dick hurt inside your jeans.
Thus, you literally sprinted into the bathroom to take the quickest shower while scrubbing yourself the cleanest you’ve ever been.
Bakugou on the other hand couldn’t contain his grin when he stared at the tickets in his hands. He didn’t even know if you had realized the meaning behind those. Or maybe he was just overreacting seeing you plan ahead so much. It probably would have made him uncomfortable a few months ago, when he was freshly dating you, but now? Katsuki couldn’t stop his heart from beating so violently in his chest.
Walking over to the drawer, he prepared some things, like throwing the tube of lube onto the bed and rummaging through all the condoms that he hoarded. Without realizing it, his mind started wandering on its own. Not that anyone could really blame him. Bakugou had the desire to have sex with you for quite some time, so of course he had let his imagination take over. Wondering what you would look like without anything on. Since, to this day, you had been too shy to even undress in front of him.
Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t had any intimate contact with anyone ever since his last relationship ended four years ago. And suddenly, Bakugou’s heart hammered quickly for a different reason. It definitely had been a while since he had sex with anyone.
When Katsuki heard someone rushing up the stairs though, he quickly shook his head a bit, trying to get those thoughts out of his head.
“What am I fucking thinking? It’s just sex. No need to overthink this so much. God, I’m getting old.”
And then, you already came inside, a towel around your hips.
“Ah, good timing. So, do you think we need Large or Extra Large?”, Bakugou teased you, holding up two condoms. However, his teasing certainly flew over your head when your face displayed pure shock.
Only for you to turn around, wanting to flee again. Thankfully though, Bakugou reacted swiftly, grabbing your arm and turning you back around, just for your hands to cover your face.
“I will disappoint you, Katsuki-san!”
“Hey, that was just a joke, come on. You’re so fucking easy to scare.”, he chuckled and playfully rolled his eyes.
“Sorry…”, you mumbled shyly.
“Come here. Don’t think about it too hard. I ain’t grading you or anything, yeah? Just relax.”, and with that, he pulled you down for a kiss. His other hand sneaking to your hips and pulling on the towel. This time, you thankfully stayed calm as you let him push you back and onto the bed.
His muscular, broad body crawling on top of yours almost made you explode. This was really happening. How often had you imagined and dreamt about it? And now it was really going to happen.
“It’s just…”, you broke the kisses, your eyes already gleaming with lust, “I feel like I’m gonna explode any second, Katsuki-san. Just seeing you naked is enough to make me go crazy. To be honest… just thinking about you is enough to give me a boner. I feel so stupid!”
Bakugou was blushing a little, yet he was flattered. With his mind sometimes playing tricks on him and him fearing he was too old for you, knowing he had such an effect on you… was nice.
“That’s not stupid… You’re so cute.”, he whispered before leaning down again to kiss you.
“Touch me… You want to… no?”
“HMH!”, was the only thing you whimpered so desperately as Katsuki already grabbed your hand to place them onto his small, yet unbelievably strong body.
All it took was for Bakugou to scooch closer and lower his ass onto your hips for your cock to bounce and drops of precum to drip down. Your body visibly shuddering was honestly the best feeling, because your reactions were so cute and honest. Still so innocent to the touches. Katsuki loved that. He really felt incredibly desirable and wanted.
Your trembling hands were roaming his body, not sure what to do but you also didn’t want to stop. His muscles felt so nice underneath your palm. His skin was smooth and yet rough in some areas. Bakugou’s body was showing scars from previous battles, though it only made him so sexy and handsome it was almost too much for you.
At the end, you stopped when you grabbed his luscious thighs the moment he started to grind his cock against your own. An unstoppable moan escaped your throat instantly as you dug your nails into his skin whilst another violent jolt made your cock visibly throb.
Breaking away from your mouth eventually, Bakugou couldn’t help but smirk when he saw how red your lips already were from so much kissing. Leaning in, his swollen lips met your neck, softly nibbling and making you shudder once more. His smirk so prominent you could feel it on your skin.
“How do you feel, [Your.name]?”, Katsuki whispered in your ear, enjoying the soft moan and twitching of your body against his.
“Hot… It’s unfair you’re so… fucking sexy, Katsuki-san…”, you barely managed to choke out.
It only elicit a small chuckle from your boyfriend when he sat back up, his cheeks however having a small pink tint to them. You watched attentively as he reached to the side to grab the lube. Though before he could open the bottle, you stopped him.
“Wait, Katsuki-san, can… can I do it…?”, which definitely made your poor, shy heart beat ten times as fast as it was healthy.
“Haa… you sure?”, he reluctantly asked, one brow raised.
But you nodded and sat back up to wrap your arms around his hips while your noses almost touched.
“Mh. I want to make you feel good… and learn what you like…”, you sheepishly mumbled and then softly placed a kiss on the tip of his nose.
“Oh…”, Bakugou smirked before wrapping his arms around your neck to kiss you, then whisper against your lips, “Then don’t hold back… I’ll serve as your guinea pig.”
Smirking yourself, you returned the kisses a little deeper, trying to get out the last bit of confidence you had in yourself as you mumbled back, “Then I will put in all my effort so you just need to come back for another round of experimenting.”
And Katsuki certainly liked that you slowly seemed to warm up and not be as nervous as before. His responds a mere chuckle only to capture your lips again for a passionate kiss.
Meanwhile, with your heavily thumping heart, you clumsily opened the lube bottle to squirt some of the liquid onto your fingers before throwing it back onto the bed after closing. Pulling back from your boyfriend’s mouth, you just looked at him for a few seconds to try and get the courage to touch him… Something you had never done before. Touching someone in such an intimate place.
Though before you could chicken out again, you finally reached down and dipped your fingers between his cheeks, the little shudder from Bakugou immediately spurring you on. Hence why you gave yourself the push to play with his ass; circling his twitching hole and rubbing the lube around, just to see him shiver a little.
“Oi… don’t tease…”, Katsuki could also just choke out, before softly moaning a little when you worked your finger inside.
Just the feeling of his warm insides around your finger alone made your cock twitch, the urge to just plunge into him was almost unbearable. Your own breathing quickened as you pushed another finger in before starting to move them. His muscular body was now pressed against your own, your free hand groping his ass to spread him even more.
“Haha- Ah- I guess… you’re a natural…?”, Bakugou chuckled, trying to sound cool and seductive as he wanted to keep the mask of the older and more experienced one. However, when you pushed deeper and found that little spot that made him whine, it was all over for him.
While you had to seriously fight back the urge to just cum all over him because he was just way too fucking sexy and made you completely insane with how erotic he was, Bakugou just let loose and moaned freely.
“D-Do that… ah- gain…”
You truthfully couldn’t believe that was actually happening. Your head was spinning as you moved your fingers like before, rubbing against his sweet spot, trying to memorize what made him feel good.
“I-Is that okay… Katsuki-san?”, you were lightly gasping. He was truly taking your breath away – you didn’t even want to know what would happen if you would actually have sex, your dick was probably going to explode the second you would enter with how on edge you already were.
“Hmh- keep… going, okay?”, Katsuki was merely whining.
God, he sounded so differently, and it was so erotic and sexy. And it certainly didn’t help when he scooched even closer, his throbbing cock rubbing up against your own was almost enough for you.
“K-Katsuki-san, ahn don’t… do that…”, you helplessly moaned and buried your face in the nook of his neck, making him just chuckle.
“I don’t know what you- fuck-! even.. mea- NGH!”, clawing at your shoulder, he deliberately started moving his hips a little. Thrusting his throbbing dick against your own, smearing precum around while you kept fucking him with your fingers.
“K-Katsuki-san!”, all you could do was moan out his name, being the sensitive virgin you were, this was almost too much for you.
His nails were clawing at your shoulder while his hips were moving erratically, making it harder for you to thrust against his sweet spot, but Katsuki didn’t care. He was consumed by the pleasure as he rubbed his cock against yours.
“Oh- fuck- GOD- I’m.. ah clos- Katsu…san….”, you could barely choke out, being interrupted by your gasps and moans, but that certainly didn’t stop your lover from moving even more vigorously. Though reaching down was the straw that broke the camel’s back as feeling his hand engulfing your cocks and stroking them was the last touch you needed before cumming all over him and yourself.
With your free hand you clawed at his back as you moaned into the crook of his neck. Your erotic noises sending multiple chills down Bakugou’s spine as he held onto you as tightly as you held on to him; letting your hips ride out that orgasm.
When you finally raised your head, you were still gasping and your [eye.color] eyes still gleaming with lust (though also a little bit of embarrassment that you orgasmed so soon and couldn’t hold back). Bakugou, however, simply leaned in for another few kisses that you certainly appreciated.
“Mmm- sorry… Katsuki-san…”
“Oh shut up.”, he chuckled in between little gasps.
With cum dripping from his hand he then reached back to the night stand to grab the box of tissues, cleaning his hand as well as your own that you had pulled back from his ass. All while smirking a little since you looked so dazed from that orgasm and what had just happened.
Before he could say anything though, you had already wrapped your arms around him tightly, pressing his naked, warm body against your own. Bakugou’s own arms sneaking around your torso as well after he had thrown the tissue in the trash. For a few seconds, it was rather quiet, just the beating of your hearts audible, until you finally dropped the bomb.
“I love you, Katsuki-san.”, you whispered into the nook of his neck.
For a few moments he was just flabbergasted. While his mouth needed a few moments to speak his feelings out loud, his heart was already beating 10 miles per hour. It had been so long since someone had whispered those words to him. Someone who wasn’t just a big fan of him screaming whenever he was outside as a pro-hero, or his family. No… that was certainly a different love.
Leaning back a bit, he ‘forced’ you to look at him, even though he fully understood how embarrassed you were and also how on edge that he was just silent. Bakugou could almost see all the thoughts rushing through your pretty little head, but with just his rare, little smile, you were put at ease.
“I love you, too.”
And before you could react, he had already cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss. A kiss that made your heart thump so much you thought you might die. You had never felt that happy before. Graduating from U.A.? Amazing accomplishment. Meeting Katsuki and being able to date him? A dream come true, indeed. But hearing your lover say those three words back to you for the first time was just… indescribable happiness rushing through your veins.
With a little bit of force, Bakugou managed to push you back onto the bed, both of you giggling while kissing. He was happy. You were happy. If time could just stop now.
But, it didn’t. Time went on and thus, you whispered in between kisses, “Just… give me 10 minutes… ‘nd I’m…. ready…mmkay?”
Breaking away fully, he leaned on his elbow as he looked at you, his ruby eyes gleaming with lust and a smirk on his lips.
“10 minutes, huh? You really are young.”
“Oh shut up.”, you giggled yourself, when just a second later realization sank in.
“No, wait! I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry!”, your cheeks were basically on fire. Being so rude to someone older was just… you had never done that.
Bakugou on the other hand though just stared at you for a few seconds, before leaning in once more for a kiss, surprising you. However, easing into the kiss quite quickly, your eyes fluttered open again when he sat back up a little. Just far away enough for just the tip of your noses to touch anymore.
“Don’t apologize… Fuck honorifics, okay? Fuck speaking keigo, just… talk to me normally.”
“A-are you sure, Katsuki-san? I mean… our age gap…….”, you gulped at the end, feeling uneasy.
“So? Zero fucks given. I hate honorifics. If you use keigo with me I feel so old…” he avoided eye contact for a moment, before looking back and tilting his head lightly.
“I just want to feel like your boyfriend, not your fucking boss or something…”
“Katsuki-sa- nh- I’ll try! I promise. It’s just really hard to let go, but… I… I want to call you nicknames, too!”, now you had to turn your head away because you were too embarrassed, “B-but maybe that’s a little inappropriate…”
“No…”, a small smile flitted across his lips, “I’d like that.”
And those simple words made your heart skip a beat.
Leaning in the last few inches, Bakugou kissed you on the mouth once more; the tip of his tongue gracing along your bottom lip until you opened them, allowing him inside. A sloppy, intimate kiss igniting again as he slightly changed positions so he was on top of you like before.
Feeling more confident though, you let your hands travel down his spine to his ass. Grabbing the firm skin and spreading his cheeks, you earned his little moan that made your heart jump in excitement. However, it only took a second before you also softly groaned into his mouth when he started grinding again.
With that, even though you had just orgasmed, it was certainly easy to rile you up again. Having the man of your dreams basically humping you was very effective indeed. And Bakugou seemed to notice how easily agitated you were, the smirk on his lips when he broke away was very prominent.
“Should I take it as a compliment that you’re already hard as a rock after just 5 minutes?”, Katsuki teased you, before lowering his head to pepper kisses onto your neck.
You just whimpered a little “Katsuki…” in embarrassment, only to thrust your hips against his as well. Taking him a little off-guard, his surprised grunt made you also grin a little.
“I-It’s not my fault… it’s just you… you’re so… incredible. I… I can’t help it…”, you had a hard time talking properly as Katsuki wasn’t stopping his movements, both of you desperately grinding against each other.
“Haha, I like that.”, Bakugou chuckled, his deep voice sending a chill down his spine.
Though, in the end, he decided to stop (hearing your little whine when he did that was very cute) and sit back up. Both of your cocks back to leaking and throbbing and this time, he stood up fully. Your glazed eyes following him when he walked over to the drawer from before to grab a condom, before bouncing back on top of you.
“You ready?”, he just whispered with that grin on his lips again that made your loins hurt with how erotic he was.
So all you could do was nod very enthusiastically that made Bakugou laugh a little.
With that, you watched attentively once more as he opened the condom; however a blissful hiss escaped your throat when he wrapped his hand around your dick to give it a few strokes. Hence why your head fell back into the pillow for a moment as you had to concentrate really hard to control yourself and not embarrass yourself by cumming again so soon. (Which was very hard because being a virgin and having this sexy man touch you was very effective in making you lose control very fast)
“[Your.name]…”, Katsuki had your full attention once more when he whispered your name like that, though when you looked up… Your cock visibly bounced in his hand as he was hovering right above it with his ass.
“Oh God…”, you grabbed his thighs as your breath hitched in your throat, watching as he lowered himself on top of you.
Clenching your teeth, the feeling of Bakugou’s ass spreading and engulfing your cockhead was almost too much. But it only intensified when his moaning self pushed down even further.
“K-Katsuki!”, was the only thing you could whimper as his hot, sticky insides swallowed more and more of your throbbing cock, almost pushing you over the edge with how tight he was.
Bakugou was just trying to control his moans as it had been so long since he last felt such a nice, thick dick inside his ass. His body trembled due to the full feeling as well as his insides fluttered excitingly; the urge to move overwhelming him.
Without really thinking about how close you possibly were, Katsuki started swaying his hips. First only lightly, but it only took a few moments before he started properly riding you. The moans that left your lips only spurring him on, especially when you locked eyes with him. Just the way you were melting and clawing at his thigh, while looking at him so intensely, it made Bakugou burn up even more.
“Ahnh. God- Katsuk- ah you’re so… amazing- I can’t-“, you chocked out in between heavy gasps and moans.
Katsuki really couldn’t comprehend how cute and innocent you were, being so completely mind-blown by him riding you hard. It made gross little butterflies fly uncontrollably inside his tummy – how he missed that feeling. As someone who never had a casual hook-up, finally being able to have sex again with someone he trusted and loved felt indescribable.
When he deliberately started tightening around you, the whiny moan that escaped your throat sent a chill up his spine.
“I’m gonna- if you… do that… agai-“, you so desperately choked out, being completely overwhelmed. And your boyfriend just chuckled and continued to tease you. Fuck. You had never felt so good. Your dick was throbbing and so rock-hard, you were barely able to hold yourself back from cumming again – and that in the first few minutes of Bakugou doing his magic.
Leaning down, Katsuki pressed his palms into the pillow beside your head while he pressed his lips on yours. Igniting a sloppy kiss, you both couldn’t control your lustful moans and grunts. Bakugou just knew what he was doing, how he had to angle himself so your cock penetrated his prostate and made him see little stars.
You were close. So unbeliavabel close. It was almost painful how hard you were and how much you needed the release. Thus, without thinking much about anything anymore (as he had officially blown your mind today and you weren’t able to think straight anymore) you just reached down to his own bouncing cock; wrapping your fingers around it, the throaty moan that left his lips only riling you up more. It also made you more confident in your action, thus you proceeded to also pump his cock while he was moving so passionately.
Spurred on by your own actions, Katsuki only teased you more. His insides fluttering around you and tightening, just to listen to your desperate moans. Feeling your nails drag across his back as he pushed you over the edge with his skillful moves. Your moans deep and so erotic that it made Bakugou shiver, though nothing compared to your spasming, trembling body underneath him.
You were both gasping for air and sweating. Though before you could even remotely start to calm down, Katsuki had already started swaying his hips lightly, making you jerk and moan in surprise.
“K-Katsuki-“, you choked out his name, [eye.color] eyes wide open.
But the way he looked at you, glistening lips slightly opened, his ruby eyes barely closed and drops of sweat running down his temple – so sexy.
“Just a little… Think you can… handle it?”, he crookedly grinned.
All you could do was nod and pull him down.
Lips colliding and tongues entwining, he openly moaned into your mouth when you started thrusting your hips. Using the last bit of your hard cock before going limp to make him get off while also stroking his dick.
Even though the friction was so overwhelming and your cock was so overstimulated by that point it almost made you lose your mind, you didn’t want to stop. And Bakugou didn’t want to either. His hips relentlessly grinding, your cock shoved in balls-deep and your hand stroking him was almost pushing him over the edge.
The good thing was, Katsuki was already so sensitive and riled up because it had been so long since he last had sex. He couldn’t even think about his own insecurities, like being too old or knowing you could see his wrinkles and scarred skin from work as a pro-hero; you made him feel safe and loved. Yet, Bakugou was so turned on. Even if you had been clumsy or shy, he was dripping precum all over the place. He was so wet. And the feeling of his ass being stuffed was just so nice.
“NGH- [Your.name]-!”, breaking the sloppy kisses, he threw his head to the side, gasping heavily.
You seriously couldn’t stop staring at him. Especially when it all broke down and he started moaning so lewdly. His cock started twitching in your hand before he came all over your hand and belly. His body was trembling, thighs shaking and you could watch and stroke him through the orgasm, earning his whiny groans.
After a few moments, Bakugou opened his ruby eyes once more, before leaning in and pecking your lips, whispering a soft, “I love you.” Which made your heart jump and your lips curve into a big smile as you smooched him over and over again, mumbling an “I love you, too.” back.
As you were laying there for a few minutes, you just shared little kisses, as if both of your lips weren’t already swollen and red from all the kissing prior, but you just couldn’t stop. He was so cute and sexy. Just- how was he seriously your boyfriend?
Though in the end, Katsuki did sit back up again.
“Shall we go clean this off, huh?”, he… almost bashfully, smirked and nodded to your hand. Hence you just chuckled and agreed.
And so, rather quickly, Bakugou got off of you, disposed of the condom and in the end, you rushed into the bathroom for a quick wash; nothing too long, really, because both of you wanted to get back into bed fairly swiftly again. Hence, it only took a few minutes before you and your boyfriend were in the sheets once more, cuddling this time.
“So… how did you feel…?”, you asked after a few moments. Rather quietly though and carefully, not knowing how to really initiate the conversation about ‘giving feedback’.
“It felt fucking nice.”, then he cuddled closer and turned your head towards him so you had to look at him, “You did good for your first time.”
Of course he had to tease you about it.
“Katsuki!”, you playfully kicked him.
“I mean it… I… want to make you feel good. Is there something you want me to do next time?”
When Bakugou realized you were so serious about it, he couldn’t help but smile a little.
“I mean it, too, ya know? I felt very good. And I, too, only want you to feel good when we do it. So we can both feel the fucking best!”, Bakugou then grinned, which thankfully made you giggle as well when you leaned in for another swift smooch.
“Also… don’t think about it too much, okay? This was your first time. You only get to be the best when you practice a lot.”, smirking seductively, he slipped his leg between your own and scooched as closely as he could against your body, “And I promise you I have never skipped practice once in my life. So I hope you’re fucking prepared for what’s to come.”
As you had to search for your heart that had dropped far beyond your stomach due to Katsuki’s advances, you could just gulp and nod. However, you also didn’t shy away anymore when you grab onto him as well. Which pleasantly surprised Bakugou, hence leaning in the last few inches for a smooch.
“Thank you…”, was the last thing you thought you would hear him mumble all of a sudden.
Bakugou realized your slightly confused look on your face, thus clarifying.
“Four years ago, my ex broke me so much I thought he had made me unable to like, let alone love anyone ever again.”
“Oh… I’m sorry about that, Katsuki.”, you whispered empathetically and your hand reaching out to softly caress his back. Which instantly made him smile a little, even though those were such painful memories.
“You know. I was done. I didn’t care about having a relationship anymore and so also basically giving up sex completely since I don’t wanna just randomly fuck with anyone. All the paparazzi just waiting for this moment? And the fear of meeting random strangers who then potentially blackmail me, it was just all too fucking risky. So four years ago it all just… broke apart. Everything. He betrayed me and hurt me so much.”
Katsuki then, however, sat back up a little so he could look at you, propping himself up on his elbow.
“So.. what I just want to say is. Thank you. For making me feel something again and… I ain’t used to this cheesy shit, but… For making me fall in love again. If you would have not been so persistent, I would have been still hurting and hating everyone and everything and just be a miserable ass, ya know?”, he said at last with a small smile on his lips as he reached for your hand to lace your fingers together.
“I am glad.”, smilling brightly, you leaned in for a kiss until you pushed him back into the pillow, making him chuckle.
After bottling up everything for the past weeks, he was relieved you both finally took the next step in your relationship. And hopefully, from now on, everything was going uphill. Though, to be honest, with him and you finally having started with having sex and generally experimenting sexually, Bakugou couldn’t wait for the next few weeks.
Because if he had learned anything in the past 15 years of dating, it was that, when you start to have sex, you will do it anywhere and anytime, all the time – and he was ready, oh so ready for that stage of your relationship. Plus, judging by how you were already slightly grinding against him again, you probably were as excited as him for what’s to come.
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Punishment part-2
warnings; - dom harry, wax play, electro-shock play, dirty talk, ropes, toys, bad words, edging, bondage, whipping. 18+ .........9 years age gap (Yana is 9 years younger)
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hope you enjoy 😊.
Harry’s pov;-
Yana and I had our dinner and right now we are watching an episode of friends. I’m letting her rest a bit so she can take so much more. She is in my lap, half, she is on my side, head on my chest hand wrapped around my waist, and legs upon mine. She does this when she is tired or when she knows I’m tired or mat at her.
''Harry'' she said' 'hmm'' I mumberld
‘’Are you mad or upset with me?'' She asked picking her head from my chest to look at me. the sadness in her voice
‘’A little yeh’, but more like disappointed’’I said without looking at her. I can see from the corner of my eyes she was holding back tears. Yana is a very sensitive person, she devotes herself to me, she believes in me so much even I don’t believe in myself that much. I don’t think someone has ever loved me as much as she loves me. She’ll be all upset when I’m upset or even when she is sad and I’m happy she’ll be all happy. In this generation where I thought I’ll never really find anyone yana came into my life and filled me with love, so much love. She is always, always there for me. There is no single movement where I needed a shoulder to cry or celebrate something or needed a solution to some situation and yana wasn’t there. She is an old soul just like me, only wants to love nothing else in return. I hope she knows I love her more than anything in this world and I heartily appreciate everything she does for me.
She knows I like control in bed and she trusts me with her soul with that.
‘’I’m really sorry harry’’she said with a trembling voice.
‘’It’s fine’’I was a little disappointed but it’s not like it was so much of a deal. We both know I was just enjoying and I know she was sorry as soon as I asked about breaking my rule. I could see it in her eyes, they were teary but she didn’t cry.
‘’ I know it’s not fine. and that you’re unhappy too. I should have waited for you’’she was looking at me
‘’You’re taking the punishment for it, aren’t you? So it’s ok.’’I said truthfully
‘’I know I’m. But- I- I- Am just sorry’’she dropped her head a little. she never makes eye contact with me especially when I’m angry she gets scared it’s not that I scare her trust me it’s just she finds it hard.
‘’It’s ok love.’’I look at her I know if I don’t take her in my arms now she’ll start crying so I took her I’m my arms and kissed her all over her face.
‘’I love you harry’’she hugged me.
‘’ I love you more my love and I’m not upset with ya’. Alright? Don’t feel bad about it. Think about how you took your punishment. My strong girl. I’m so proud of ya’’I said and hugged her tight. We sat like that for another 10 minutes
10 min later;-
‘’ I’m ready’’she said suddenly
‘’Um- what’’I asked confusingly
‘’ I- um ready for whatever you have in mind’’her voice slow like perfect submissive, but I don’t want her to feel like submissive I just want control I don’t like when she looks down or speaks slowly. I want my girl to enjoy instead of taking what I am giving
‘’ Bub why are you talking to me in a slow voice and why is your head down instead of up, you’re very confident, than the way this?I asked rubbing her back for her comfort.
‘’ It’s just i.. I feel guilty. Like I’ve been caught, which I have but I’m like…guilty.’’She said looking up at me then immediately she looked down in her lap. I swear I saw her teary eyes and it breaks my heart.
‘’No need to feel bad love. And no need to cry too. You said you’re ready yeh’?She nodded
‘’then go to the red room and wait for me’’I said giving her a big smileShe didn’t smile back‘’bub if you’re gonna be like that then we are not doing anything,’’I added
‘’ No no no I’m-… I wanna go and see what have in store for me, let’s see what Mr. styles have got’’ she smiled and winked
‘Ahh- really huh call me Mr.styles one more time I dare you baby girl’’I grabbed her taking both of her wrists in one hand and tickling her
‘’ ahhh harry no, stop..stop’'
‘’Nah- uh uh I’m not stopping and I was thinking too that what should I add to your punishment’’I started ticking her harder
‘’ Ohh sorry I’m gonna pee harry stop. fuck’’she laughed
‘’ Whoah shameless child, you’ve got dirty mouth love’’I gasped dramatically
‘’ You’re acting like a child and you’ve got a filthier mouth, baby boy. And please stop I’m really gonna pee’’she pleaded to laugh
‘’We are not even started and you are begging to stop what a shame’’I teased she narrowed her eyes and laughed. There she is back to herself finally laughing I love her like this.
‘’We’ll see about that’’she winked knowing she’ll lose as always
‘’ Challenging me, my love?’’I raised my eyebrow. She nodded
‘’we’ll see when you’re begging me to stop and when you beg I’ll do it more so next time when you challenge me you’ll think ’’she stared at me. She clenched her thighs‘’ already wet love?’’ I asked
‘’No’’ she said quickly
‘’Don’t lie bub I saw you clenching your thighs’’
I stared at her she shook her head‘’so if I undress you right now you won’t be wet? I questioned She shook her head again
‘’Ohh if I undress you And I don’t see you wet you’re forgiven but if I checked and you’re wet you’re in for a terrible one. (Punishment) so again are you wet angel?’’
‘’Yes, daddy’’she said I smiled
‘’Does my filthy mouth gets you wet? Without me even touching you? How pathetic.’’I stated
‘’Yes, pathetic for you daddy no one else’’ she said shyly
‘’Yeah that’s my girl, you look so good when you smile Now, let's see how you look when you cry.’’ ‘’now go wait for me in the red room. Strip and do whatever I’ll be right there in 5 mins max’’ i said she nodded and went upstairs.
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As I entered the room I was shocked she was wearing a sexy linger and was on her knees, Hands-on her lap and face down but not too much jus straight but down type god I love this girl so much. I smiled at her she was being good for me.
‘’Bub look at me’’I said she looked at me not sad or like submissive just yana my yana. The excitement in her eyes‘’ you look lovely in that bub and on you’re knees too’I winked at her with a smile.
‘’Wore just for you sir’’she smiled
‘’ Yea?’’She nodded
‘’Now pup get up and get there on the X’’I gestured (X means X shaped pillars, the one like 50 shades of freed had I the movie ig but this were thinner than that)
‘’Okay sir’’she said and went there I went to get some ropes. I know I can easily chain her and I don’t need ropes but I want her to remember this so I’m not gonna go easy. I lit some candles at the time and put them aside I took ropes and went to her
‘’Strip’’I said she obeyed.
''I want you to feel the rope burn your skin as it tightens around your fragile body. Let me hear your little whimpers, as you squirm needily. Beg me to fuck you, tell how much you want, no, NEED me.’'
Yana was so sensitive to my touch that, even if I touch her neck or kiss it she’ll be dripping. I tied her up with ropes hands on top of X and legs open too. Everything is tied and fully exposed for me to use however I want. And she can’t even move more than 2 inches.
''Such a dumb slutty rope bunny, turned on over just a few ropes binding you. Don't get me started on that preciously weak facial expression of yours. So cute and stupid, you just want to be used as a toy. Be good’’I ordered.I went behind her She was all naked for me. I ran my hands through her sides to her arms to her neck again to her sides to her thighs she was whining but couldn’t move too much.
‘’You like being tied up bunny? you like when daddy takes control over your body. Do you Like when you are all helpless to daddy? Like being used huh?’’I asked not expecting an answer I know my words get her wet so I ran my hand over her slit
‘’you’re dripping angle. I’ve not even touched you yet and look at you..dripping for me’’she moaned loudly I started kissing her neck. I held her throat with one finger making her look up and the other just resting around her neck. I started kissing her hard leaving hickeys all over the neck. And started rubbing her cilt slowly too She moaned
‘’feels so good sir’’
'’Yeah? There might be so much in your stomach because I didn’t let you cum right?’’I asked voice dominating
‘’Yes sir there is a lot in there’’she said weakly as I drawing a fast circle on her clit and pushed her lower stomach in
‘’ So small touch of mine and you’ll cum?''I asked
‘’Yes sir I’ll make a good mess for you please let me cum I’m so close please please let me’’she pleaded
‘’You’re gonna cum baby girl? Go ahead come’’I fasten my speed
‘’ Oh god yes yes I’m cumming sir’’she said and I pulled my hands off of her clit leaving her unsatisfied. she was a whimpering mess.
"The more you squirm, the more I will ruin your orgasm,”I threatened I held her breasts in my hand both of them they re exactly my hand size. I massaged them a little and went to stand in front of her. Her head was reacting on her shoulder. I attached my mouth to her left nipple sucking it and massaging it with my mouth. She moaned and tried to close her leg. Poor puppy. I smirk on her boob kissed all of her chest parts and backed off. Looking at her she is so helpless. I took oil in my hands and massaged her boob, her chest, her hands, her neck, her stomach, her legs, and her pussy in short whole body. She was shining from all the oil
‘’ pup don’t squirm much it will get you in trouble’’I warned she nodded and stayed still.
‘’Now, you’ll do as I say right?’She nodded
‘’ I’m gonna untied you one hand and you’ll do as I say’’I untied her right hand
‘’Draw slow circles to you clit baby and don’t stop, if you stop without me telling you. I’ll give you 3 ruined orgasms do you understand? You stop 1 time to feel relief and I give you 3 bad ruined orgasm. Whatever you want’’I said.
‘’ I understand sir’’she said I nodded. I came up with you wax candles in my hand she was shocked ‘’rub you clit bubs’’ I ordered. She started rubbing her over-sensitive clit. I dropped wax on her chest and held it there just moving slightly to cover up her boobs with wax. She hissed at burning
‘’Does it burn pretty girl?’’I asked dropping it on her nipple
‘’Yes sir too much’’she hissed hand still rubbing clit my both candles were nearly over
‘’good. Move your hands' fast dove’’I said looking at her hand. She did it faster
‘’Sir I’m close please please sir please let me cum’’she begged I smiled
‘’Go faster baby and stop pleading it’s not getting you anywhere, go faster’’ I ordered
‘’Ahhh ah-uh sir…’’she cried
‘’I said more faster can’t you listen to me’’I said voice up. She was going faster and faster I know when she is right on her edge and that she was planning on cumming too.
"It feels so good, though, doesn't it?" I smirk as she nodded she was right on the edge...‘’Stop’’ I said and she didn’t, she wanted to cum ‘’ I SAID STOP SLUT’’ I took her hand and tied it again. ‘’SLUT’’ I said shaking my head.
I took all of the candles wax and threw it all over her body except her cunt.
‘’Ahhhhhhhh sir burns’’she screamed I chuckled
‘’Yes baby scream this is just starting so think how much you’re gonna scream’’I smiled and she looked at me with pleading eyes. I took some more candles and again covered every single part of her body. She whined but couldn’t do anything except taking it. I smiled at her helplessness. Then I took one which was in glass (candle) and lit it up and let it be for some seconds till it’s was is melted a bit. I looked at her and grin her face drooped haha! I brought a candle near her wide open pussy she hissed at the feeling. I moved it around a bit and stooped on her clit a little further didn’t wanna actually burn her.
‘’There was so much ice in your underwear an hour ago right? She nodded ‘’so here’s a candle heat it up baby’’I smiled and drag the candle closer to her clit
‘’Shit sir burns please can’t whole body is on fire from wax sir please’’she pleaded I chuckled and threw all melted part on her pussy
‘’Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck shit it’s too much sir it burns uhhh’’she tugged to her restrains to feels some relief but bad luck?
‘’I know baby girl I know’’I kissed her teary cheeks I again took one candle and lit it and threw all the was on her body parts as well as her ass
‘’Sirrrrrr’’she cried
‘’Don’t scream I’m right here not in another room plus I don't think I'll be done with you anytime soon so don’t show me your puppy eyes’’I said
‘’Sir it burns so much it’ll leave marks sir please’’she pouted
‘’I rubbed oil before it won’t leave a mark but it sure will burn like hell when I do next thing which I’m gonna do after not right now. Right now I’m gonna clan your body, but not with my hands of course,’’her eyes widened and I grin at her ‘
’I’ll use some toys for that’’I went to get our thick 20-inch leather flogger I smiled at it.
‘’ I want no voices coming from you do you understand?’’I asked
‘’Yes sir’’she obeyed I took it into my hand and looked at her and hit it on her body with a smile. She screamed without voice. My poor baby. I did it again and again and again till there was almost no wax on her body her body was all red. No marks on her body just red
‘’Sir please’’she pleaded with teary eyes
''"excuse me? didn't tell you can speak. I’ve to gag you now. wait'’ i said and came with a gag and gagged her with a silicone ball gag ‘
’ now you look perfect. SLUT’’I chuckled
‘’There is still some wax on your body I think I’ve to clean’’I smiled and took a step back and hit her with flogger all over her body. She was screaming in gad which made me chuckle
‘’Sul plluz’’she pleaded again something she is doing all night. I was finished with flogging so I thought I’d take off her gag and I did
‘’Good girl’’I praised
‘’ standstill I’m gonna blindfold you. Hard time starts now’’I repeated the thing I said when I showed ice in her underwear
‘’But- sir’’I cut her off
‘’ No buts just shut and take it. You can scream or whatever all you want but don’t talk to me’’I wared
‘’Ok sir’’
I put a blindfold on her I went to the kitchen and took the thing I planed when I last came here. She’ll give-up I guess. I took wet napkins and ducked them into lemon water and put all of them around her body (not pussy) She screamed on top of her lunges
‘’fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck noooooooooo shit I can’t godddd please please I can’t’’
‘’There is my pathetic whore’’I rubbed the wet napkins I put around her body
‘’Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh god god god god pleaseeeee’’she whimpered For pussy I took' The faux leather spanking paddle’ and sat down on a stool in front of her
‘’didn’t wanna burn your pussy tho so……’’ Ismiled when she shook her head I was gaining to hir heer pussy but it was a bit uncomfortable.I untied her ‘’ go get on bed’’ I ordered the obeyed ''spread your hands and legs wide open’’ I said I tied her ankles to upper Sid of the bedpost (headboard) and hands to her ankles I even tied her thighs so she remains fully open I again took leather spanking paddle
‘’you’re gonna count with me 10 but if one is wrong or you miss count we’ll start again’’I said and didn’t give her a chance to say anything, and hit the paddle to her wide open pussy
‘’Fuck ahhhh hurts 1 one sir’’she screamed a little Again it hit
‘’two’’ ‘’three’’ ‘’four’’ ‘’five’’ ‘’six’’ ‘’seven’’
''Does it hurt puppy’’I asked as I was tapping on her clit
‘’ Yes sir it’s too much hurts’’
‘’Good as it should’’
I again hit with full force her pussy was so red
‘’Ahhhhhhhhh eight’’,
‘’nine’’ ‘’ten’’
‘’How are ya feeling baby, are you okay?’’I asked her she was still in a recovery zone
‘’Yes sir I’m okay’’she gave me a small smile
‘’Think you can take more?’’I asked coming hands on her body
‘’Not right now but after 15-20 mins yeas I guess’’ she said
‘’ That’s ok pup do you need something? Wanna drink water? Or eat something?''I asked wiping her tears
‘’Need some water my throat is dry’’she said and laughed a little
‘’ I bet it is. god, you scream so loud’’I dramatically put my finger in my ear and shook it.
‘’Haha not funny, shouldn’t have gone that hard the I wouldn’t have screamed’’she laughed
‘’I'm no mediocre baby’’ I smiled and kissed her
‘’now ya rest in that position cause I’m not gonna untie you. I’ve still got 1 chapter left’’
‘’Uhhhhh harry’’she good I slapped her ass hard
‘’owww’'
‘’It’s daddy to you’’I glared
‘’Oooo Mr. styles got angry’’
she teased I slapped her again on her ass and then her already beaten pussy ‘ahhhhhh fuck’’
‘’Behave and shut up I’ll give you water drink and rest for 10 mins’’I said and gave her boatel with straw in it. After 15mins;-
‘’Arey ya ok bubs still tired?’’I asked her she shook her head
‘’Nah just burns a little’’she said I nodded
‘’Ok so this is the last one and uh- we’ve never tried this one but I saw it’s safe and I’m gonna do to you it’s electroshock’’I said
‘’What I- uh- i.. dunno’’she said
‘’Oh I know everything and I know you too so don’t worry enjoy’’
I kissed her forehead she nodded
I took 4 clips and joined them with wires. I went to her and put 2 clips on her each nipple and the 2 on her pussy lips
‘’I’m gonna start the power clench your fist if it’s too much don’t scream’’ I told her
‘’I’ll try my best sir’she added I started the machine she jolts from the first shock but I didn’t stop and continued on medium setting I took the vibrator with we used before
‘’Meet your friend from earlier bunny’’I smiled when she shook her head
‘’No more edeging please’’she said
''My favorite pass time is listening to your sweet moans, and watching you squirm as I hold your favorite vibrator against your cute pussy. And I’m free till this shock shocks you up.’’I laughed and changed the setting to a little bit up of electro
‘’I’ll hold this vibrator to your clit. I'll use you. But you won't get to cum do you understand?’’I raised eyebrow
‘’Yes sir, I do’’I changed electro to highest and she screamed
‘’ Don’t scream hold it in’’I shouted over her screams
‘’Sir I can’t shit’’she can feel shock all over her body I took one clip go her pussy lip and clipped it to her clit and started again. Having shock direct on her clit she jolted
‘’’Ahhhhhhhhhhh siirrrrr mmhhhhh’’she screams but then held them in I started the vibrator on mid-speed and hold it against her clit. After 1 min max
‘’P-please sir, I can’t take it anymore. Stop it, I wanna c—‘’I smirked and increases the speed she moaned
"you fucking whore, you need to learn to control yourself.”I glared at her and put vibe on the highest"another word and you won't be begging to cum, you'll be begging me to stop."
‘’ Sir please I wanna cum please, I’ve held a lot please’’she cried
‘’ok baby girl let go’’ I rubbed her pussy with a vibrator as well.
‘’Really’’she asked I nodded with a smile ‘’thank you so much goddddd’’ I didn’t say anything
‘’I’m cumming’’and she came.
''You came? But don't expect me to stop. I'll vibe you till your cheeks get covered with tears, lips bleed and swell, wrists get red from being tied up, eyes roll back in your head and breathing gets uncontrollable. I want you wrecked from top to the bottom’’I said and started moving the vibrator fast on her clit. After some seconds
‘’Sir I’m cumming please let me’’she asked
‘’Who stopped you cum and then cum again cum cum cum cum keep cumming.’’ I said
‘’ I can’t take anymore’’
‘’ Of course, you can you don’t have a choice’ I laughed
‘’Sir--‘’ Iput my hand on her mouth and stopped her begs then she came again and again and again and again and again and again and again idk at least around 7-8 times,
I switched off everything
I started to untie her
‘’love are you ok?’’I asked and kissed her writs
‘’Yeah i’s sir’’she teased
‘’Hey I’m Harry or baby or baby boy to you’’I said kissing her lips
‘’Yeh baby boy I’m good just can’t feel anything that’s all’’she replied
‘’Are ya hurt somewhere? Did I hurt you or went too hard’’I got worried because she did cum many times
‘’Nah, it’s fine I’m good you just have to take me everywhere that’s all’’she laughed
‘’Fucked the shit out of ya didn’t I?’’I smirk
‘’Yeah yeah’'
‘’Hey don’t talk to me like that do wanna do that all again?’’I raised an eyebrow
‘’Nahh nahh god no’’she said and I smiled.
‘’Good hope you learned your lesson, ok now I’m gonna run a bath and put some candles just thy way you like''said she nodded very tiredly
‘’Ok H’’I got off of the bed and filled the bathtub lit candles.
‘’Let’s go bub I’ll pick you up common now get up’’I said touching her shoulder so she could give me some space to carry her
‘’Hmmshe replied I took her to bath and set her down climbing back of her I took her In my lap in the bathtub and bathed her and relaxed. I brought her back to the bedroom with a towel around her and got her a fresh pair of my t-shirt and her panties and dressed her.
‘’Come love let's cuddle and sleep’ she came to me and wrapped her arms around my waist and I took her head and placed it on my chest. She was all over me.
‘’You took all of that so bravely love gonna be honest didn’t think you’ll be able to take that much I’m so proud of ya’’she didn’t speak but kissed my chest.
‘’What did we learn today pretty girl?’’I asked
‘’Not to touch daddy’s pussy without his permission’’she said voice low I smiled
‘’Good bub. I love you so so much I’m sorry if it was too much’’I rubbed her back
‘’Nahh, I’m good. I love you more and you know it’’she said. And I know she’ll love me more than anything.
‘’Good night love’’she didn’t reply was asleep when I look. My baby.
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