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jinwoosungs · 13 days

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rose-colored boy.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

{ lowkey, no pressure | just hang with me and my weather! }

sung jinwoo was simply curious about you and how you were doing, that’s all.

he wasn’t inclined to watch you because he had the biggest crush on you, oh no. you were just… special to him.

that’s why he put so many of his soldiers within your shadow, (because he did that for all those he cared about!)

but he had to admit, there were a few times when he snuck glances at you through his soldier’s eyes, managing to catch you in some pretty… vulnerable moments.

from talking animatedly with your best friend,

to running errands and shopping for groceries,

and even while you enjoyed some time to yourself while drinking coffee at your favorite café.

sometimes, the shadow monarch couldn’t help himself when he caught you during these mundane moments, admiring you as you simply enjoyed your life.

but perhaps the moment that truly set his heart aflame was the moment he caught you taking a shower, seeing the sight of your bare back as the soap suds slid down your form was enough to make the entirety of his face turn a bright, tomato red.

he couldn’t escape the vision fast enough, hissing at his soldiers to keep their eyes closed as they continue to protect you from within the confines of your shadow. he wanted them to give you your privacy, but admittedly, his mind was still racing a mile a minute as he kept replaying that scene of you showering over and over again.

in the end, he felt so guilty for seeing you at such a vulnerable state, so much so that he invited you out to dinner with him, promising you that you could choose wherever you wanted to eat as he paid for it all (“my treat!”)

he was happy when you accepted his offer, but was still too embarrassed to tell you the reason why he wished to treat you to dinner. ever since that fateful moment he had seen you taking a shower, he had stopped watching you from your shadow, silently promising to give you the privacy that you deserved -

yet now, when he could feel his soldiers sending distress signals, filled with concern for you, he knew he couldn’t fight back his anxieties anymore. he closes his eyes and looks through his soldier’s eyes, his heart breaking at the sight in front of him.

in his vision, he sees you curled up in bed while wrapped within your thick blankets. a half-empty glass of water coupled along with some medicine helped jinwoo piece together that you had fallen ill with a fever. he takes himself away from the vision and makes his way out of his guild’s office.

“what…? boss, where are you going?” jinho calls out to him, but jinwoo simply waves him off.

“she’s sick.”

knowing from the tone of his president’s voice that he would not be able to focus on making any plans for future raids and partnerships when it involved you, jinho simply waves him off, promising that he’ll take care of any calls or reports that come by.

yet sadly, his words fall upon deaf ears when jinwoo shuts the door behind him, solely focused on getting back to you.

{ … }

your breathing comes out in heavy pants the moment you heard several knocks coming from your door.

a moan escapes from your chapped lips when you forced yourself out of bed. with the blankets wrapped around you, you tried to fight back the dizziness and pounding felt against your temple.

by some miracle, you manage to open the door as you saw jinwoo himself standing before you. you were about to ask what he was doing here, but ended up succumbing to one of your dizzy spells, forcing him to catch you within his embrace.

you were dimly aware of the sounds of plastic bags rustling as the s-rank hunter closes your door and carried you back into your room. you vaguely hear his words of concern, but couldn’t say anything to him due to your weakened state.

“…when did you last take your medicine?”

somehow, within what seems like mere seconds, you found yourself back in bed, with jinwoo already tucking you in. he brushes back your damp strands of hair while looking down at you, eyes filled with concern.

you swallow thickly and tell him in a raspy voice, “about an hour ago.”

a gentle smile paints his handsome features as he allows the pad of his thumb to caress at your bottom lip. “poor baby… here, let me take care of you. i’ll make you some rice porridge; something easy to digest that won’t upset your stomach too badly.”

your face felt flushed due to your fever, and you let out a gentle squeak in response, hiding your face within your blankets. “you would c-cook for me?”

jinwoo hums while gently ruffling at your hair. “yeah. it’s my mom’s recipe, and i always made this for jinah when she’s unwell. it’ll make you feel so much better, you just wait here for me, okay?”

“okay.”

you watch as he disappears, going into what you assumed would be your kitchen as he brought his groceries with him. your mind was still hazy, hearing the gentle banging and clatters of pans coming from your kitchen.

comforted by the sound of jinwoo cooking in your kitchen, you visibly felt your body relaxing against your bed. your eyes were a little heavy, feeling drowsy once more as your medication began to take effect-

however, the moment you could smell the delicious scent of chicken and garlic with a hint of ginger did your mouth begin to water. as if sensing your increased appetite, jinwoo reappears once more, this time with a bowl filled with the rice porridge he had made for you.

eager to try his cooking, you manage to weakly sit up from your spot on the bed, eyes glimmering at jinwoo.

“you shouldn’t have…”

he playfully shushes you, sitting beside you on the bed, feeling your mattress dip down with his added weight. as he picks up the spoon and fills it with the rice porridge, gathering tiny bits of scallion and bite-sized pieces of chicken with it, you could feel your mouth further salivating in response. all too eager to try it, you open your mouth wide and allow the hunter to feed you.

moans of absolute delight were heard coming from your lips as you absolutely demolished his rice porridge. with each bite he fed to you, you could feel your strength steadily returning, still eating the entire bowl until every last drop of it was drained.

jinwoo lets out a proud whistle, admiring the empty bowl while dropping the spoon into it, basking in its gentle clanking sound. “wow, i’m proud of you for having such a healthy appetite, even now.”

you pout and gently shove at his chest at the way he was teasing you. but he took no offense to your actions, simply smiling down at you with a fondness before standing back to his full height while taking the empty bowl.

“i’ll go ahead and wash this, then i’ll head on out. and no worries, i’ll lock the door for you using your spare key so that you can rest easy.”

before he could leave your room, your hands immediately reach out to wrap around his wrist, stopping him from leaving you.

you were panting slightly, and you hoped that jinwoo would assume that your heated face was because of your fever (not because of your desire for him to remain by your side.)

your eyes were pleading at him to stay.

“stay with me… please?”

the moment jinwoo’s gaze softens in response to your words, you knew that you had him wrapped around your fingers. he places the bowl back against your nightstand before joining you in bed.

you eagerly scoot over, making space for him on your mattress as his arms automatically wrap themselves around your form. feeling greedy, you bury your face within his chest while listening to the sounds of his beating heart.

you weren’t sure what kind of label to put on the relationship you had with jinwoo. you knew that on the surface you were considered friends with him-

but the way he treated you bordered more on the cusp of romance.

you knew that you had feelings for him, but had yet to truly come clean to him, confessing all of the emotions you felt for him.

but perhaps… now was a good time to tell him?

because really, could he possibly reject you when you were sick and at your weakest?

so, with a sharp inhale, you decide to let it all out in one go. removing your face from his chest, you meet his gaze and tell him, “jinwooiamsoinlovewithyou….!”

jinwoo frowns when he hears the plethora of words seeming to mesh together as they escaped from your lips. his eyebrows were furrowed, and he carefully replays your words over and over again-

before a huge grin was seen settled on his handsome face.

instead of answering your confession, he turns around so that he could better hold you in his arms, humming while pressing his lips against your forehead, grateful to feel the dampness of your skin as your fever slowly began to break.

“jinwoo… do you feel the same way?”

your voice was tiny and shy, making the young man chuckle as he kisses your hair in response.

“tell me again when you feel better in the morning, and i’ll tell you my answer. until that time comes, i’ll continue holding you in my arms like this.”

you smile in response to his words, burying your face within his chest once more while clinging to the front of his shirt.

you end up falling into a peaceful slumber while in jinwoo’s embrace, somehow knowing that you were deeply loved and cherished by him-

even if he had yet to say it out loud ♡

a.n. - and we’re back to our regularly scheduled fluff! hahaha, if you readers didn’t mind the plot and style of writing like arise, let me know, and i’ll be sure to add more ‘darker’ stories like it for jinwoo in the future 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#sung jinwoo x reader #jinwoo sung x reader #sung jinwoo x you #jinwoo sung x you #solo leveling x reader #jinwoo sung #sung jinwoo #.stories

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littledovesnow · 3 months

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any era snow with a sick s/o? 🫣🫣

even if its just a cold i feel like hed 100% worry over them

first of all, i love the 🫣 emoji it's one of my most frequently used ones teehee. second of all, god i love protective worry-wart coriolanus

Keeping the mug of steaming coffee under your nose, you relished in the temporary relief it provided for your congestion.

"Do you want me to call Coriolanus?"

You peered over the mug at Lucky Flickerman, who had stopped pruning his mustache to look at you, worry on his face.

Shaking your head, you gripped onto the back of the chair next to you while the world teetered for a moment. "No, I'm fine. I don't want to worry him, it's the first year Coryo's working as a Gamemaker, he needs to be focused."

Lucky chose not to comment on how your "fine" sounded more like "find" with how congested you are, but the frown on his face persisted.

"What's with that look, didn't your mother ever tell you if you stay like that it'll freeze?"

Lucky was going to reply, but a rough cough from deep in your chest cut him off. "That's it, you're going home."

"You're not my boss." You replied, though you agreed with the brown-haired man. "But yeah, I think I should go home."

Lucky had an assistant at the studio call for a car, patting your back as you were caught up in another coughing spell.

"Don't tell Coryo." You pointed a finger at him, dropping into the plush interior of the car.

Coriolanus closed the door to the apartment you two had recently moved in to, trying to let go of the stress and work-related issues at the door.

He frowned when he heard a hacking sound from the bedroom, and he noticed your bag and coat strewn across the couch. You usually weren't home until later, helping out where you could at the Capitol News studio.

"Love?" He called, walking down the short call to the bedroom.

"No, no, don't come in!" You said, pitiful look on your face. "I'm sick, and you can't get sick, the Games are coming up."

Coriolanus tsked as disregarded your command to stay out of the room, instead pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. "You're warm. Why didn't you have someone call me at the Citadel?"

Shrugging, you leaned into Coriolanus' cool hand, relishing in the feeling against your feverish cheek. "Didn't want to worry you, it's just a cold."

Coriolanus sucked his teeth, disappearing into the bathroom for a moment and re-emerging with a small glass of water, setting it on the bedside table. "I always worry about you, love. Cold or the plague, you're the number one thing on my mind."

You rolled your eyes at the plague comment, knowing you could be quite the dramatic person when ill. "That's sweet, Coryo. But you're going to get sick, and then Dr. Gaul will unleash one of her mutts on me if she finds out I'm the reason her star pupil is sick for the Games."

Laughing, Coriolanus patted your comforter-covered leg as he quickly changed into something more comfortable. "Why don't you grovel in the thoughts of what mutt she might unleash while I work on some soup, hm?"

"Oh, please call Tigris. I don't want to have food poisoning on top of a cold!" You called, breaking into a cough at the end of the statement.

Coriolanus shook his head as he walked out into the kitchen, following your wish to phone his cousin and have her make some soup, knowing he wouldn't do the Snow recipe justice.

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neonghostlights · 10 months

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I love your work! Could you do a Eddie Munson x reader where he has a big crush on her like is in love with her but she’s dating Steve and he catches Steve cheating on her and gets mad and confronts him then later on comforts her and they end up together?

Hi! Thank you!!! I don’t know why I imagined bartender!Eddie in this so here we go lol. (Also I apologize to the Steve girlies for this one)

Warnings: Steve is mean in this one, Cheating (Steve cheats on Reader), Fighting, Illness, Lies, Heartbreak, Jealousy, Alcohol, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending,18+ only

Wordcount: 2.1k

Fight It

Eddie wiped the glass down and hung it back up.

Friday nights at the bar were usually busier than this. Eddie wasn’t complaining though. Maybe his boss would let him off earlier than usual so he could go check on you. A few stray patrons sat at the bar, already with their drinks. The blonde at the end of the bar had been eying Eddie all night. Eddie looked away from her, not wanting to give her the wrong idea. He wasn’t in the mood for any pointless one night stands. Not when his heart was already shattered.

You had called earlier to let him know that you were sick. Nothing too crazy, just a cold, but he was still worried nonetheless. When he voiced his concern you assured him that Steve would take care of you.

Steve. Your boyfriend and his best friend.

The reminder churned painfully in Eddie’s gut. He didn’t quite recall when he fell for you. Maybe it was watching you knock bats in the head with a plank of wood in the upside down, or maybe it was during your many late night talks and hang out sessions. He fell fast and hard.

It had been two years of going back and forth with himself on if he should grow a pair and admit how he felt. When he really thought that it was time to ask you out, Steve swooped in and swept you up off your feet right in front of him.

Eddie had been so focused on you alone that he hadn’t even seen it coming.

It had been a few months since you and Steve made it official, and while the friend group was ecstatic, Eddie was bitter. Steve was a good guy, Eddie knew that. But he had changed, much like the rest of the group after surviving the horrors of the upside down. He became more reckless and didn’t really think things through. Everyone thought that it would wear off, but it's been two years since they defeated Vecna and he’s still the same. Trauma and constant near death will change you though, Eddie knew that, and he didn’t fault him for how he coped.

As long as his coping didn’t involve hurting you.

He checked the clock again, counting down the hours until quitting time. He wondered if he should call you just to check in and make sure if you were okay. But if Steve answered he didn’t know if could handle that.

Eddie sighed, adjusting the bandanna tied against his head to keep loose hairs from his bun out of his face.

“Look alive,” Tony, his boss, called from farther down the bar when the door chimed.

Steve walked in like he owned the place, striding towards the bar. Nodding his head in greeting when he saw Eddie. He sat in front of him, putting both hands on the sticky bar top.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie blurted out instead of saying hello.

“What? I can’t come visit my best friend at work?” Steve said with a grin.

“Not when you’re girlfriends sick,” Eddie snapped in response.

Steve hummed, ordering his drink.

Eddie didn’t want to make it. He wanted to tell him to get the hell out of there and to go take care of you but his boss was watching and he couldn’t risk losing his job. Not many places around Hawkins were willing to hire him.

“She said she’s fine. I just talked to her before I came here,” Steve admitted when he had his drink in his hand.

Eddie nodded even though he wanted to scream. He knew you would say you were okay even if you weren’t. How did Steve not see that?

Eddie noticed Steve’s eye catching on the blonde at the end of the bar who was now sending love eyes back to Steve. She flipped her hair, picked up her drink and made her way to the empty seat beside Steve.

Eddie tensed, hoping that she didn’t get too offended when Steve inevitably shot her down.

But he didn’t. He smiled at her instead.

Eddie felt his heart drop into his stomach as he watched Steve start to obnoxiously flirt with her. Steve leaned down, whispering in her ear as she trailed a finger up her arm.

Eddie slammed a bottle down, in hopes of getting his attention but he didn’t bother looking up, he just leaned in closer to her.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Eddie asked in a bitter tone when Steve continued to ignore him.

“What?” Steve finally looked up at him.

“He has a girlfriend,” Eddie informed the girl who now had her hand in Steve’s lap.

She just shrugged.

“This is fucking ridiculous. I’ll call her right now and tell her what you’re doing,” Eddie announced, hoping that would scare the both of them into going their separate ways.

Steve leaned in slowly, taking his time with what he was about to say. “Do you really want to be the one to break her heart, Eddie? I thought you were my friend. You call to tell her and that’s it for the group. You think she’ll want to come around anymore or even want to see you? I know by the way you look at her that you’d rather die than not see her anymore.”

Eddie leaned away, surprised by the way his friend was speaking to him. This wasn’t the Steve Harrington he used to know.

“You need to get help,” Eddie said, tone softening in hopes that would help sway Steve to do the right thing.

“You only live once, Eddie,” Steve said as he pulled out a wad of cash and slapped it on the counter, enough for him and his new friends drinks plus some. “You should know that better than anyone else. It’s nothing personal. When the opportunity arises it’s good to have fun. You should try once in a while instead of pining after someone who doesn’t want you.”

Eddie saw red as he reached over the bar and grabbed Steve by the shirt, yanking his upper half over the counter.

“I don’t know why you’re like this but it’s gone too far. You don’t deserve her and I hope everything falls apart for you,” Eddie bit out, close enough to Steve's face that he could smell the alcohol and see the red in his blood shot eyes.

“Woah! Knock it off!” Tony yelled, grabbing the baseball bat out from under the bar.

Eddie let go of Steve’s shirt before Tony could start swinging, letting his feet drop to the ground clumsily.

“Fuck you, Munson. After all I’ve done for you? You’re gonna turn on me just like that over a girl?” Steve seethed, pointing a finger in Eddie’s face. Eddie felt his arm lift, fist raised, and ready to hit Steve.

“Both of you! Out!” Tony yelled, pointing the bat at both Steve and Eddie.

Tony’s yelling had Eddie snapping out of it. He dropped his fist. He didn’t want to hit Steve. He had already been hit enough in the head. He did want to smack some sense into him though.

Eddie watched as Steve backed away, grabbing the girl by her hand and pulling her behind him. Eddie groaned, turning to face Tony who was red in the face.

“I’m leaving,” Eddie said, putting his hands up and walking away.

Before Eddie could reach the door Tony stopped him. “Wait, Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Is he really cheating on his girl?” Tony asked, putting the bat back under the bar.

Eddie said yes, confused as to why Tony cared now since Eddie was obviously fired.

“You should kick his ass. Just not in here I don’t need the cops sniffin’ around. Come back tomorrow with a clear head,” Tony said with a nod, dismissing him.

Eddie said his thanks to Tony and then rushed out into the parking lot, hoping to catch Steve and make him change his mind. But when he made it out there Steve, the woman, and his car were gone.

Eddie knew what he needed to do next.

His knuckles met your apartment door with a quick knock.

“I’m coming!” You croaked from the other side. Eddie could hear the sound of your feet shuffling as fast as you could. Eddie smiled to himself until he remembered what he was there to do. He couldn’t afford to be distracted.

“Eddie,” you whined when you opened the door shielding your face with your robe. “You can’t be here. You’ll get sick.”

“Oh, don’t worry about me,” Eddie said as he ignored your worries and walked inside.

He could see how sick and tired you look when he got closer. You sniffled, turning away from him to cough into your arm. Eddie wished he could wait until you were feeling better but he didn’t want to risk Steve coming here first with some smooth lie.

“Can we sit? I need to tell you something,” Eddie requested, already walking to the couch.

You followed behind him, fishing a tissue from the box on the coffee table before sitting down in the chair farthest from him.

“Everything okay?” Eddie could hear the worry cracking through your strained voice. There’s no way Steve couldn’t tell how sick you were over the phone. The thought brought a fresh wave of anger through him.

“Have you talked to Steve tonight?” Eddie inquired, needing to know where to start.

“Earlier. We talked on the phone for a bit. He said he’s not feeling well either so he’s going to try to sleep to fight it. Why?” You asked, wiping at your nose with a tissue.

“I, uh, well he’s not sick. I saw him tonight at the bar,” Eddie explained gently.

You tilted your head, urging him to continue.

“And he left with a girl,” Eddie admitted, watching your face go through all of your emotions. He watched as you went through confusion, to shock, to grim understanding.

“Oh,” is all you said in a small voice.

Eddie wasn’t sure what to do. Should he hug you? Comfort you with words? Or let you process what he was saying alone?

Eddie was standing, crossing over to you when a small smile crossed your face. Eddie froze in place. Was this the first sign of a breakdown?

“Why the hell are you smiling?” Eddie questioned.

You just laughed, shaking your head and covering your mouth when it turned into a cough.

“You’re scaring me,” Eddie admitted, sitting beside you. “Do you want to slash his tires? I’ll do it.”

“No, Eddie,” you sighed. “I’m happy. I’ve been trying to find a reason to break up with him for months.”

“Months? What?” Eddie sputtered, not believing what he was hearing.

You nodded, mouth set in a straight line. “I shouldn’t have started this with him. I wasn’t really into it to begin with and it spiraled out of control,” you admitted. “I just wanted to-” You caught what you were saying and slammed your mouth shut.

“You wanted to do what?” Eddie pressed, handing you a new tissue. He really needed to get you some soup and some cold medicine.

You groaned. “I might as well just admit it now. I wanted to make you jealous.”

“Me?” Eddie gasped, pointing at himself to make sure you knew who you were talking about. “You wanted to make me jealous?”

“I mean, it was a stupid idea…” You trailed off.

“It fucking worked,” Eddie exclaimed.

“What?”

“I was so jealous. You have no clue how much I hated seeing you together. I’ve wanted to be with you for two damn years,” Eddie explained.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?!” You yelled as much as your raw throat would remind you.

“Why didn’t you?!” Eddie yelled back.

“I was scared!”

“Well, me too!” Eddie sputtered, practically jumping up and down from the excitement of the new information he was given. “You want to be with me?”

“Isn’t it obvious,” you told him.

Eddie paused, looking over at you smiling softly at him. How could he not notice the way you looked at him? It was the same way he looked at you, full of love.

Eddie leaned in, ready to press his lips against yours but met the palm of your hand instead.

“Too soon?” Eddie asked with his lips still smushed against your hand.

“No. You have no clue how much I want to kiss you but I don’t want to get you sick. And don’t you dare say you don’t care if you get sick or not,” you declared.

Eddie jumped up, pulling his keys out of his pocket and rushing towards the door.

“Where the hell are you going?” You shouted after him, twisting in your seat and watching him with surprised eyes.

“I’m getting you some medicine! The sooner you feel better the sooner I can kiss you!” Eddie yelled back before he ran out the door.

Eddie got his kiss a few nights later and every night after that from there on out.

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octuscle · 6 months

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Support dude, it’s me again, Mike. I hit you up so much I feel like I should pay you. And hey if you need that, I’ve got you just tell me. I owe you a shit ton, dude. Since you last helped me, Jack and I tied the fucking knot (and had a hell of a honeymoon haha hadn’t gotten so many noise complaints since high school) and I even moved into his place. Real big and nice like, would make a suburban man cream his pants and even a socialite would do a double take. For as filthy as he can be with me, big boss knows how to fucking live.

But I wouldn’t be hitting you up if everything was all sunshine and rainbows, eh? (Though one of these days I might convince Boss to let you in on our thing for a night or two, just to say thank you if that’s a thing you wanted wink) One of the neighbors apparently doesn’t like it so much when I invite some of the guys at work over for our, let’s call em team bonding events. He bitches and moans about how loud and rowdy we get and how it’s ruining the value of the neighborhood. I almost kicked his ass the first time he came by all bossy and shit, but Boss told me he was President of their HOA or whatever the fuck and that I couldn’t. So I’ve been trying to ignore the prude but if he comes over and ruins another good night I might lose my cool and I don’t wanna let down Boss like that.

Any way you can make the neighborhood meet our lifestyle choices better, dude? I don’t wanna give up this lavish living so soon, it’s nice as hell. But I don’t want it to change me. I wanna change it! Ain’t no reason we can’t live it up without being able to get down if you catch my drift. Can you help me?

I have not invested so much time in my favorite customers, so that you now become adapted suburban bourgeois. So it's time for me to take care of your neighbor. He may be the president of the HOA, after all. But that doesn't give him the right to regulate your private lives. But I could add a little spice to his.

Actually, the boring buffer is not a visitor to the gym. Thank God. So at least you have peace from him there. But today he feels like working out his muscles. And of course, when he enters the locker room, you run right into his arms. And the slimy ass-kisser can do nothing but shake your hand in a friendly way, as if you were best friends. Oops, sorry that your towel slips down.

Normally you are hard as granite when you come back from training. At the sight of your neighbor, the 8 inches dangle limply between your legs. He still seems impressed. To warn your man, you send him a quick message about what to expect during his workout. And write him that you are already preparing everything for dinner at home. "Everything is fine, stallion! daddy wont b disturbed during his workout. Ill b home in 2 hrs"

Your neighbor is blocking the very stations where Jack wants to work out. He has memorized the gym rules and points out every pissy infraction to your husband. In the beginning. But the more Jack sweats, the more musk he exudes, the hornier your neighbor gets. And slowly he starts to change. Actually, sleeveless tops are not allowed in the gym. You both don't care. And your neighbor now too. With the white wifebeater he looks almost like Jack's gym buddy. And he's starting to smell like one, too. It's hard to believe that just a few minutes ago he was the overgroomed suit guy. His armpit hair is sprouting. He obviously hasn't been to the barbershop in a few months either. He stops regimenting your husband. The two of them start working out together as if they've been doing it forever. Steve (your neighbor) can't get enough of having Jack's sweaty workout shorts hanging in front of his face during the bench press. His bulge gets bigger and bigger. And the damp spots in his shorts aren't just from sweat. Jack asks if it's not time to go to the locker room. Steve replies that he was already afraid that Jack wouldn't even ask.

"is it k if i bring a pal 2 dinner" texts Jack. "he 1't want much mor then ur cum and mine." "then he shud bring big appetite" you reply. Shit, this time when Steve shakes your hand, nothing is limp between your legs. Enjoy the evening with the president of the HOA to the fullest!

Pics all found @thelockerroomblog

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hoenoredone · 8 months

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IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH – nanami kento

a/n: sorry for the inactivity, exams have been kicking my ass

contents: nanami is starting to get old. he used to be able to withstand nights of drinking until he passed out and the subsequent work day, but now the a/c gives him a cold. tags: sfw, enstablished relationship, married au, non sorcerer au, fem!reader, talks of snot and fever, unbelievably self indulgent.

unbelievable. un-believable. you knew something was wrong when nanami had made himself a cup of chamomile tea with a spoonful of honey the night before. he had told you he was just tired from work, but – realistically – who wants to have hot tea in the middle of july? he had been clearig his throat way too often before going to bed, and he looked like he was struggling to swallow whatever food you offered.

after years of marriage you knew better than to ask him about it, he'd only deny feeling unwell. so you do the next best thing: slip him a tablet for his sore throat with the usual vitamins he takes every night. he fell asleep almost instantly, his body already tired from fighting off the illness. he unintentionally woke you up at around 4am from blowing his nose a little too hard, causing him to cough into the tissue.

he struggled to fall asleep again after that, tossing and turning every couple of minutes, no doubt from not being able to breathe properly. it's in that precise moment (5:33am) when you decide that he's taking the day off tomorrow. he's an icredibly responsible worker, he has more than enough sick days accumulated to be able to use at least one.

you wake up before him – miraculously, considering how little sleep you got – and make him some breakfast as quietly as possible. you decided not to turn off his alarm clock because you knew he would not listen to you and simply rush straight to work if you had done that. so you opt to set the table and place the freshly squeezed orange and ginger juice next to his green tea and a bowl of honey-banana oatmeal.

you hear the familiar beeping of the alarm clock as you're pouring yourself a cup of coffee, and patiently wait for your husband to come into the kitchen. you must be lost in thought because you almost don't notie him until he rests his head on your shoulder and tries to stifle a cough.

"morning," he groggily says.

"sweetheart," you coo while turning to face him, "did you have trouble sleeping? i heard you coughing at some point. here," you place your coffee down on the counter and raise your hand to his forehead, "let me see."

you almost gasp at the heaviness of his eyelids and the unusual warmth of his forehead.

"kento, you look ill," and he knows you're serious, you never call him by his name.

"i feel fine," he tries, but he knows that it's useless. he doesn't feel too bad, just congested. and he has a headache. and his throat is killing him. he can power through.

"have some breakfast and go back to bed, i'll text your boss and bring you some medicine after," he can't even protest, the thought of having to get ready and go into that cold, cold office where his cubicle is inches away from the a/c sending chills down his spine. not like his protests would matter much, regardless, as you're already sprinting to his phone. so he sits down, alternates between sipping his tea and the juice you had made him (the ginger burns his throat but he forces himself to swallow). he tries to eat most of the oatmeal but his stomach just doesn't agree with him, so he leaves a little less than half of it in the bowl.

he's a good man, tidies up after himself even when oh so horribly sick, and goes back to bed. once you hear the rustling of the covers you know you've succeded. you exit the bathroom, a smidge of eye cream unblended on your cheek, and hand him a glass of water and some ibuprofen. you make sure he has enough tissues by the bed and leave him a bottle of cough syrup and a spoon on his nightstand. you tuck the comforter all the way up his chin and grab some clothes to get ready for work.

once you're ready you come back into the bedroom and almost decide to leave without giving him a kiss in fear of disturbing his rest. you opt against that, knowing how unusually whiny your husband gets when he's sick. so you place a gentle hand on his arm and leave a peck on his forehead.

"i'll try to be back for lunch," you whisper, "but if i don't make it there should be some leftovers in the fridge if you feel up to it."

he groans in response as you make your way to your shoe rack, a barely audible "love you" from him painting a smile on your lips as you quietly close the door.

#nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic

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I would love to request a fic of Ares x fem reader please? Maybe based of your post of being Ares favorite mortal lover and defending her or whatever idea you may have?

I think you and someone else requested this so COME GET YA’LL JUICE.

I made this sadder than it needed to be but it’s an illness at this point. Warning for a down bad Ares. Like, OOC type of down bad

Gods are typically very predictable when it comes to love.

It's usually temporary love and honestly a mortal is lucky if it lasts more than a month. They get together, have a baby then the god moves on before the baby is even born. It sounds heartless because it is, but that's just how it was when you were immortal. You got bored very quickly and chasing after mortals gave you something to do when life got too quiet.

That's what typically happens.

Sometimes though, the gods find very special mortals.

For Hermes, it was May. For Poseidon, it was Sally. For Ares, it was you.

Ares constantly watched over you and your child, even if you never knew. He couldn't be with you and he knew this, but that didn't mean he couldn't make sure you were ok and help out occasionally. Sometimes it'd be something as small as leaving you gifts to cheer you up, and sometimes it'd be something as big as delivering “bad luck” to your boss when he was being rude.

So imagine how upset he got when he watched your new partner continue to mistreat you.

Zeus made himself very clear.

Absolutely DO NOT commit any acts of violence against a particular mortal named Trent.

Ares thought about listening. Then Ares thought about the fact that he was willing to allow a war to happen between Zeus, Hades and Poseidon and he decided that since he's done a lot worse, a few felonies wouldn't be so bad in the grand scheme of things.

The arguing made Ares pause before he could knock.

He heard your voice. “In my bed Trent?! Are you serious?!”.

The male groaned in annoyance, “If you can't accept that relationships have hiccups then maybe you don't actually care for me! I'll leave you alone right now if that's what you want! It's just fuck me, right?! After all I do?!”.

“What do you do?!”.

“I told you I had demons I was fighting!”

“Is the demon monogamy?”

He huffed and he swung the door open while going on and on about the so called demons he was fighting that you wouldn't understand, and if Ares had Hades powers, he'd send him some actual demons to worry about.

His eyes landed on Ares, “who are you?”.

You came into view right behind Trent and your eyes widened.

It was strange. Ares hardly paid attention to little details when it came to someone's appearance. After a while his eyes skimmed over people, and even if a mortal managed to catch his attention, he usually forgot what they looked like before the week ended. You were different though and if this is what Poseidon and Hermes felt then he understood why it was so hard for them to let their mortals go.

He wasn't necessarily an artistic guy but he could pick out the specific shade of your eyes, even if it was the most basic eye color. He memorized the shape of your hair and its color. He memorized certain mannerisms or habits you had, no matter how small. If someone blindfolded him, he was sure he'd still be able to find you just by hearing your laughter. He'd pat the area around him as he walk towards you and once he felt your hand in his, he'd know he was home. And sure, there was a mortal out there that had the same texture on their fingertips but he didn't care about them. He cared about you and even if you thought you weren't special, he would strongly disagree. Mortals didn't stay in his mind. You did. That meant something.

But Trent didn't seem to understand how special you were. He didn't understand that you were doing him a service just by standing near him and it made him angrier than he expected.

“This is Ares”, you said. It was embarrassing for him to admit how much he loved how his name sounded on your tongue, so he never admitted it. At least not out loud.

“Like the Zodiac Aries?”. He was going to correct him and make several snarky comments but you spoke before him.

“A-R-E-S. Ares. Like the God of War. Spirit of Battle. Mars for the Romans” you explained and the smirk that formed on his face further proved how down bad he was for you. The shit was embarrassing.

“I'm the father of her child” Ares added and Trent did not look pleased. He looked back and forth between the two of you and scoffed.

“You've been cheating on me, haven't you?”. He didn't even give you a chance to respond. “You're on my ass about what I did but you've already been whoring around. Just like I fucking thought”

“My kid is eight” you said simply. Ares hated that although you kept stepping back, he kept moving towards you. His shoulders were tall and proud, like he was trying to intimidate you into admitting something that wasn't true.

“I bet you're still sleeping with him or any other man that looks at you! I should've known better than to dedicate myself to a single mother. You're all just cheap sl-” his sentence was stopped abruptly when Ares grabbed onto his shoulder. At first Ares didn't realize how hard he was squeezing his shoulder, but once he noticed the sounds coming out of his mouth and saw his pathetic attempts to pry his hand off of him, Ares squeezed harder.

“She missed a very crucial part” his hand squeezed harder still and he pushed down, making the man hit his knees on the ground hard. “Ares, God of War. Spirit of Battle. Protector of Mistreated Women”, he glanced at you then looked back down at the man clenching his shoulder under him. “Have you been mistreating this woman?”.

Trent looked at you but all that did was fuel Ares’ with more rage. The nerve to treat you so cruelly for months then look to you for help. He yanked his shoulder towards him, earning a shout from him. “Don't look at her. Look at me”.

You placed your hand over his, “let him go”. You spoke softly as if you cared for this speck of dirt that probably wouldn't spit on you if you were on fire. Why? Why do this for him when there are millions of other men out there you could be with? Men that would treat you 100x better than Trent had. Men that would shower you with the praises you deserve and stand by you loyally and ask about your day and do whatever other bullshit mortals do that Ares would do with you if he weren't a god.

Trent had you but he didn't deserve you. Area didn't have you but he deserved you. The idea of Ares deserving something instead of just being given it was strange and foreign and even though gods couldn't get headaches, this is the closest he's felt to it.

“Let him go” you repeated slowly.

“I should get somewhere high before I do”.

“Hilarious” you said, although he wasn't joking. “You're gonna hurt him”. That was the plan. “I'm being serious, Ares. Let him go”.

“And then?”

“Then you leave”. But he stays? You were willing to let this man get away with all he's done within your months of dating and shoo the father of your child away?

“I should kill him anyway. He knows too much”.

He was right. Mortals that didn't have demigods weren't supposed to know about the gods existence, so technically killing him wouldn't be completely out of left field. Technically he somewhat had the right to. That's what his deluded mind was telling him anyway. And even if the man on his knees didn't know what he did now, he still deserved a form of punishment.

Your minds seemed to be linked, because you shook your head at him, like you were telling him “no. Don't do that”. You crouched down in front of Trent who was still desperately trying to free his shoulder. “You want him to let go don't you?”

“Well obviously!”. Ares didn't like the attitude and he was going to push down hard enough to dislocate his shoulder, but you put your hand back on top of his and shook your head again.

“He will. First you have to swear to something. Make an oath. Swear that you'll never come back here. Swear that you'll never talk to me again and you'll never mistreat another woman again. Swear on the River Styx. If you break this oath, something terrible will happen. Won't it Ares?”. You looked up at him, expecting an answer. Ares didn't know the answer though. He knew what happened to gods and demigods but regular average civilians? He assumed it was something bad, but he didn't know how bad. Since he didn't have a solid answer, he just voiced what he wanted to do.

“If you break your oath, I'll find you. I'll tear your legs off so you can't run, then your arms so you can't crawl away. I'll give you medical attention so you don't die and I'll make your pathetic form into a punching bag for when I get bored and trust me, I get bored often”. Ares couldn't see how he looked but he knew he looked scary enough by the way the guy shuddered and looked away from him. He even started to cry, which Ares found ridiculous. He wasn't crying earlier. He was on top of the world thinking punishment wouldn't come and even now he wouldn't truly be punished.

The guy repeated everything you said in between disgusting sobs. He swore on the River Styx and Ares was sure he didn't even know what that truly meant. He just wanted to be let go. Ares didn't want to let go but after some more coaxing from you, he let go reluctantly. Trent ran out the house, still sobbing and holding onto his shoulder.

“Thanks for that” you said when you rose back to your feet, but it didn't sound like an actual thank you. You sounded annoyed. “He'll squeal but no one will believe him about being attacked by a god. He'll drive himself crazy or get himself sent somewhere. He'll always check for you behind him. Is that enough punishment for you?”. Ares wanted some sort of physical punishment right then and there, but he'd either deal with him when you weren't looking or decide this will do. Depended on his mood later on.

“Why'd you do that? Now he won't come back!”

“You made him swear never to come back”, but you didn't seem to like him pointing out that fact. You rolled your eyes,

“Yeah, because I knew you'd break him next time you saw him”. Good point, but why did you still want him around?

“You deserve better”

“And what's better? Someone like you? Someone who pops in from time to time? Someone our child hardly knows? If that's what I deserve, well… I guess I must not deserve much. Maybe I did something wrong in a past life”. Your words cut deep. They cut deep because you had a point. Ares put you in a terrible situation. A lonely one. He made you a single mother and although he didn't talk to mortals often, he was still able to pick up on how mortals felt about single mothers. The unnecessary shame that came with having a child but with no father, even if it wasn't their fault. A large chunk of the mistreated women he protected were single mothers themselves. There was an unnecessary amount of shame thrown onto their shoulders. They could've left a terribly abusive relationship, but all of it was still their fault. They were questioned why they couldn't just stick it out, because surely a child with no father was worse than a child with an abusive father who could “get better” if they just “stopped making problems”. He hated it. Now it was hitting him that he helped place this shame on your shoulders. He never said anything but he still decided to have a child with you even though he knew he'd never be able to stay. He wanted to say he made a mistake, but could it really be a mistake if it all meant he had you in his life even if it was only for fleeting moments?

“You don't need him” he got out finally but you had a counter.

“I need someone. I need someone here. I-I… listen I know Trent can be a handful but it's better to have a handful than nothing at all. You have no idea how lonely it gets and even with him it's still lonely because I can't talk to him about any of this stuff. Do you know how exhausting it is moving a child from school to school? Some schools won't even take her! Says she has disciplinary issues and I should do home schooling but how is that possible if I have to work so we don't end up on the streets?!” your voice got louder and if this was anyone else he'd make them apologize for raising their voice at a god. He didn't interrupt you though. Each word was like twisting a knife inside him and he figured that you should be able to decide when to pull it out.

“Other moms don't want their children anywhere near ours. They think she'll be a bad influence. Some of them aren't bold enough to say it, but I can tell what they're thinking! They treat her like some terrible disease their children will catch and I can't explain why she is the way she is! I can't say 'oh well her dad is a god and the monsters she draws are things she's seeing on the street and you can't see it but honestly she's in more danger than you’. I have to say 'they're just pictures. She's just creative!’ ” You began pacing and rubbing your hands together. “I'm alone and sometimes I don't wanna be alone. Having another adult here keeps the walls from closing in. Ugh. What type of mother am I? I can't explain any of this to my child and I can tell how alone she feels too. I think… I think I'm her only friend. She hears what people say about her. She thinks something is wrong with her. She thinks she's a burden. What eight year old thinks like this?”, You sat on the couch and put your head in your hands. “I'm a failure…”.

“Sad” wasn't the word Ares would use to describe how he felt. Maybe not even “sorrowful”. There had to be a better word to explain how he ached watching you fall apart. Ares wasn't good at personal talks, but he sat beside you and spoke

“You are not a failure”. It was simple, but he hoped it worked anyway.

You looked over at him with an expression he knew would be imprinted into his mind for eternity. “Then what am I?”.

He could go on and on about what you were and how much you meant, but he knew he didn't have much time. Zeus probably already knew he was here. He was nosey like that and he'd do anything to make sure everyone followed his lead. He wished he could tear him apart but Ares knew better than to voice any of the malicious thoughts he had or to try and harm him. Maybe a time would come, but it wasn't now.

“You're doing your best with the heavy burden I put on you”

“She's not a burden” you said quickly. “I'm just not sure what to do anymore. Everything I do seems like the wrong choice”. Ares wanted to approach a topic you seemed to despise but either he was predictable or that mind link was a real thing because next you said “No”.

“That camp-”

“Your family will mold her into what they want her to be and respectfully your family… uhh…” he got it. The gods didn't take kindly to insults and he wouldn't be surprised if you finished your sentence and then was magically turned into a pig.

“She needs to be a warrior. Camp will attempt to make her a warrior”. You didn't seem pleased.

He hated your stubbornness. He didn't watch other demigods as much, but even he knew their mortal mother's tended to die because of their own stubbornness. They'd refuse to send them to camp and when their child realized who they were and the monsters came running… well… there was a good chance everyday struggles wouldn't be a problem anymore.

“She'll realize at some point and you can't protect her”.

“I know” you admitted. The defeat was all over your face and in the heavy breath you took. You laid your head on his arm and intertwined your fingers together. “She's gone for tonight. She's staying with my mother down the street. She's the only one that takes her in sometimes. Can you stay over tonight?”.

“What are you suggesting?”

“You're the furthest thing from funny. I'm not having one of your kids again, are you insane?”. Although you said he wasn't funny, and he wasn't joking in the slightest, you both managed to laugh.

“Seriously, can you stay?”. The sky was clear and sunny but thunder rumbled.

If Ares was granted three wishes from a genie, he'd use all of them to watch Zeus die a horrible miserable death over and over again. What harm would one night do?

Well… a demigod could come out of one night but if Zeus didn't like it, he didn't have to watch.

He knew that argument wouldn't work and he didn't have to speak for you to know the answer. You scooted away from him and you took a sudden interest in the floor.

“I would if I could-”

“I know. I understand”. Another thing he hated about you. You were too understanding. He wanted you to scream at him. He wanted you to scream about how much you hated him and how he ruined you. He wanted you to swear at him and tell him to never step foot near you again. Anything that would make separating easier.

“Ares” you spoke, breaking the silence that filled the room. “If I agree to having her sent to camp, will you watch over her? Can you send one of those- what were they again? Oh! Satyrs. Can you send one of those and make sure they both get to camp safely?”

He didn't have to think. “Yes”.

“And claim her. Maybe not too soon though. I remember when I went to camp people got jealous when their parents would send them letters. I know my camp wasn't a god camp but you know what I mean. I just don't want her to catch unwanted attention”.

“Of course”

“Oh and one more thing. I know I'm asking for a lot but can you give me to the end of the school year. I don't know if she'll want to come back home or if it'll even be safe and-”

“You want time”. You didn't respond but he knew the answer. He knew how hard letting go would be for you and the thought that meeting you was a mistake crossed his mind again. You deserved to have a regular family and a regular husband that you had regular conversations with. Not this.

Thunder rumbled again.

“You have to go” you didn't sound like you wanted him to leave and he didn't want to leave either but he knew he had no choice. He stood up,

“I'll see you again. I promise”

“You've made enough promises, you don't have to do that. You can…” the words seemed like they burned to get out, “you can move on”.

He wanted to argue and say that he'd never truly move on from you. That you were the most memorable mortal he'd been with and he had no plans on leaving you be, but then he realized how selfish that was. Damming you to a life of sitting and waiting until he had time to see you. The thought of you sitting home alone waiting for any sign of him, signs that he wouldn't be able to give as often as you needed made him feel an immense amount of guilt.

“You make me an oath” he started, “I don't know what happens when mortals break an oath they make on the River Styx, so swear on anything that's important to you that you'll find a guy who deserves and appreciates you. Not another guy like before. Not some guy to fill in the empty space in here. I mean a man who will treat you right until you become just a memory”. Knowing he'd never be that man filled him with a burning sensation he couldn't quite explain. Some people would say “I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy” but Ares wasn't like that. He'd only wish this on his worst enemies. Not someone he got into an argument with, or someone he didn't like. Only the enemies that made him spit when he heard their name.

“I swear on our daughter” was all you said and it was all he needed to hear. He didn't give you a kiss or hug you goodbye. It'd make it too hard to leave. He just left. He closed the door behind him like nothing had happened and left you behind.

There was a small part of him that selfishly wanted you to break that oath because that'd mean he'd get to see you again, even if it was only to commit violence. The bigger part of him knew that was selfish. You needed to keep true to that oath, even if it would destroy him to watch you call someone else the love of your life eventually.

This could’ve been a heeheehaha jokey thing but I’m an asshole so here we are. I hope it’s clear that I write requests in the order I get them btw. This isn’t towards the anon, I’m just saying to everyone if a request is taking a hot minute I’m either ill, busy, or working on one that came before yours. I also try to do one requests a day to keep things spread out. Posting all the requests on one day will upset me and my homegirls.

#ares pjo #pjo ares #pjo angst #ares percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo oneshot #pjo gods #if you see a typo no you don’t

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uselesssomebody · 1 year

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𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕛𝕦𝕝𝕪 (𝕝) - neighbor!joel miller x reader (pre!outbreak)

complete masterlist | joel miller masterlist

"𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕛𝕦𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙, 𝕞𝕪, 𝕞𝕪" - you can be the boss | lana del rey

words || 𝟠.𝟛𝕜

summary || in which the reader gets real friendly with one of her neighbors

next part || fourth of july (II)

a/n || in honor of that one deleted dvcree edit. may it rest in peace ➵ i became ghastly ill when i tried to write so apologies that it took a while. ➵ this is set before the events of the show, back when joel and sarah were still both alive and in austin, texas. i've never been so i dunno how accurate my descriptions are, or my accents, either. don't hate them please ➵ there is an age gap in this story !! if that makes you uncomfortable, i have many other non-age-gap fics you can browse on my page. reader is like 27 and joel is like 36. he's not old, though he is mentioned as such because he's old compared to her. also canonical dilf ➵ thinking of putting out a sister blog but with darker fics? what're we thinking, guys? ➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff/smut ➵ unprotected sex ➵ piv sex ➵ oral (m receiving) ➵ fingering ➵ overstimulation ➵ facial & cum ig (tell me if i miss anything)

austin was hot.

she was sure that was one of her first thoughts as she’d stepped off the plane, quick to push her suddenly-heavy locks out of her face. lugging luggage and a young teen with her certainly didn’t make it better, but the light gust of fresh air when she stepped out of the airport left her sighing deeply in relief.

flagging down a taxi was simple enough, but getting her sister to help place their suitcases in the trunk was not.

“nicole - please get off your ass and help me!” she said it in such a sweet voice, that her harsh choice of words seemed to both mildly bewilder and amuse the driver.

no one called nicole ‘nicole’, except, of course, her big sister - and even then, only to frighten her. to everyone else she was just nicky and, if they were real close, nick.

swallowing sharply at the implied warning - the use of her full name - she did, indeed, get off her ass and help push the last suitcase into the trunk.

they piled into the backseat, the cool of the a.c. soothing the light flush on the sisters’ skin. she’s quick to give the driver the address, and he nods, setting off.

neither of them had imagined ever moving back to austin, but here they were.

it’d been about 13 years, as far as she remembers, and the scenery had changed significantly. more people bustled around the streets than there had been before, more businesses had seemingly popped up, and everything seemed fancier.

nicky wouldn’t have noticed the change, having moved alongside her family at the ripe age of a year old, but her significantly older sister could.

she still remembers how her parents had sat her down - on a pretty summer evening before her freshman year. they’d mentioned many things - how the family was due for a new start, how austin wasn’t so feasible for them anymore, and so on. the only thing she’d heard was change and loss.

and that's what it was for her. her whole life turned upside on its head, as the family of 4 made the move across the country to the cold state of michigan. and that’s where they’d stayed - for the rest of her childhood, and then her adulthood, too.

her parents had been young when they’d had her. very young, and she sometimes sensed the sadness that she caused them because of it. they never tried to be outward about it, and her life had been as happy as she could have realistically wanted it.

and, though she loved her young sister, she knew that she became less important in the eyes of her parents after nicky’s birth, taking the back-burner to make space for the family’s golden child, conceived with careful planning and meticulous care - as opposed to the case that she’d been.

now, though, being much older, she didn’t let that bother her, though she never felt particularly at home in michigan. in fact, the last place she’d felt at ease had been austin, and when her father had stated that he couldn’t continue to find renters for their old property there, and was thinking of selling it, she was quick to discourage him, swaying him by stating she’d be more than happy to stay there, renting under her parents. they’d been excited at the notion of being able to keep the house, she was happy to get out of there, and nicky was… well, she was, frankly, devastated at the thought of her big sister being several states away.

regardless of the tense family dynamic, the both of them had remained steadfastly bonded, with her providing the role of a caretaker as much as she was a sister to nicky when her parents found themselves unable to relate to or understand their young daughter. nicky’d begged for weeks to travel with her sister, and her parents had been - to put it lightly - hesitant, worried that the big change would affect their daughter’s development.

nicky was outgoing, for sure, and she had her friends and her school - but she knew all those came and went. the only rock she’d truly had in her life was her sister, and the notion of losing her had been too much to bear.

she’d gotten ill after that first week it was announced - it was as much a physical sickness as it was a psychological one - and the wallowing she had done at the advent of the news had only spurred the sickness to be harsher.

her parents had had to reprioritize after that, finally grasping the profound effect the separation might have on the two.

and that’s what led them here - just a few blocks away from her childhood home.

nicky wasn’t sure how exactly she felt about the suburban environment after their last few years in an apartment at the heart of the city, but when she looked over, she could see her sister’s happy - nay, giddy - face. that was definitely a big plus.

she had practically fallen out of the car in her excitement, and she spent just a minute marvelling at the fact that building hasn't changed a bit from when she last saw it.

it had transported her back to her teenage self, and, lost in the moment, the taxi driver wondered if he should remind her of her bags and his fare. nicky, who had been less of a help on the ride here, started unloading them herself, and it took until the second suitcase for him to help her.

“just give her a minute,” she mumbles, making him laugh lightly. hearing the conversation, she snaps her head back, realizing that most of the bags were already on the pavement.

“oh! sorry,” she fished into her wallet, producing his fare, which he accepted with a nod and salute. she smiled, the two sisters thanking him and waving him off, before turning back to their place, “excited?” she mumbles it to nicky.

“incredibly,” she said it with a faux-bored expression, but even she could appreciate the extra space this house would provide them.

she walks up the patio steps, slotting the key she’d so delicately carried the entire journey here into the lock, and hearing the distinct click it made when it opened.

the sound of a new beginning.

it'd been a few weeks, and everything was shockingly alright. the house felt more like home to her than anywhere she'd ever been, and though nicky was still adjusting, she felt infinitely better in a somewhat unfamiliar environment with her sister, as opposed to a familiar one without her. the house had three bedrooms, and nicky’d happened to pick her childhood bedroom out of the two offered to her, and, though nicky hadn't realized yet, she could see the love she’d put into the bedroom when she was younger: chipped wallpaper where she’d put her posters, a faint ring of liquid on the windowsill from where she'd kept her potted plant, the creak of the bed whenever someone would sit on it.

hey, she never said it was perfect, and they'd been quick to make their way to the furniture store closer to the city to find some new things for the place. all she was glad about was that there was no need for renovations in the old house.

they'd found a lot of time to spend together; having moved early into the summer, they'd hoped nicky would get acquainted with the change before going to school. that’d also left her to be a somewhat bored teen, so she did what she, as a younger sibling, did best: annoy her sister.

of course, she didn't mind, simply happy they had a chance to hang out, something that had been harder to do for her between work back in michigan, and her school. currently, she was also taking a break, having left her job, and having a new one lined up in another month.

that left ample time for them to catch up on all the movies and t.v. they'd had to watch, and for the older sister to teach nicky a thing or two about good music. she couldn't have her sister entering high school with a bad taste of music - it'd be blasphemous. she'd been brushing up on her housekeeping abilities as well, so the time also consisted of teaching nicky of how to cook, and keep everything in the house in order to minimize the risk of damage.

that time had begun to dwindle as of recent, with nicky being out of the house more often. she'd come into her sister's room sporadically, in order to ask her permission to meet with a friend. she'd tend to say yes, considering her sister was old enough to handle herself, though she was always a little shocked at the speed at which nicky made friends.

on one fine morning, she finally sat her down.

“so, who's this friend you've been spending all your time with?” it'd been in the middle of breakfast, and nicky'd become frozen, spoonful of cereal sticking out of her mouth. she’s quick to realize the awkward position, pulling the spoon out of her mouth, and hastening her chewing in order to answer the question more quickly.

“you haven't met her? oh my god, you absolutely have to. she's been showing me around the place - apparently she knows all the coolest spots, cause her and her dad - they've been living here for, like, forever, and-” the sudden onslaught of information made the older sister practically recoil, before it was replaced by an amused chuckle.

“well, mom and dad were worried about how well you'd adjust, but it seems like you're doing just fine.” nicky smiled too, though it was a little sheepish, “so, where did you say she stayed?” she was still slightly confused as to how nicky had met her, as she'd never exactly strayed very far from the house.

“oh, she lives next-door. didn't I mention?” the information was jarring for a moment, as it seemed a massive oversight on her part to not even notice her adjacent neighbors, but she suddenly found herself remembering something. there had been a young girl coming out of the house next door with a bag slung over her shoulder, and her hair pulled back and under a visor to protect her from the blinding texan sun. she’d been out to attend to some of the plants she had bought for the porch, and she had looked up when she’d heard the girl’s crunching steps on the somewhat gravelly pavement.

she’d smiled and waved at her, and she’d nodded back, just slightly confused by the encounter. of course, due to the nature of it, she’d promptly forgotten about it by evening, but she was quickly coming to realize that this must be the girl that nicky was talking about.

“wait - she’s the one with the big hair, wears band shirts?” nicky nods enthusiastically, and she smiles approvingly. the young girl seemed sweet enough, and she was more than happy that nicky had already found a friend.

the next week, nicky had been begging that they invite sarah over for dinner. it’d been a chill weekend anyways, so she was definitely not opposed to the idea, but she was quick to extend the invitation.

“okay, okay - invite her over on sunday. tell her to invite her parents too; it’d be nice to meet the neighbors.” nicky was quick to shake her head.

“parent, it’s just her and her dad.” she corrected herself quickly.

“right, ‘f course. invite him over too, then.” nicky nodded excitedly, rushing over to her room to get on the phone with sarah along the street.

that sunday, she did join the sister’s for dinner, but, as she’d been ushered into the house by two friendly smiles, she seemed to putting off a phrase at the tip of her tongue.

“s’everything ‘lright, hun?” she was quick to notice her guest’s guarded appearance, as she’d sat on the couch with nicky.

“hmm? oh, yeah, yeah. it’s just - my dad’s working tonight, so he couldn’t make it.” she waved her off.

“oh, don’t worry about that, we’re just happy you’re here!”

nicky echoed the sentiment, and the two young girls spent their time talking and laughing, a couple miscellaneous snack bowls spread over the coffee table as sarah became more comfortable. they’d migrated to the dining table when they’d been served dinner. she didn’t tend to cook for guests, so she attempted to pull out all her makeshift stops and, considering the end product, she was quite satisfied with the result.

no one was more excited than nicky and sarah, though - the both of them practically scarfing down the delicious meal. the conversation had turned to include all three of them, and sarah was beginning to reacquaint the both of them to austin, while they entertained her with stories of their time in michigan.

though they’d tried their very best, neither girl came all that close to finishing all the food she’d set out, so she was quick to package it up, sending sarah on her way with the food as a nod to her father’s missed opportunity.

“are you sure? i mean, i don’t know if i can take this-”

“yes, you can. unless you don’t think he’ll like it-”

“no! absolutely not, he’ll love it, it’s just-”

“sarah.” the faux-strict tone made sarah’s face crack into a smile, before she nodded, tucking the packet under her arm as she turned to say her goodbyes to nicky.

once she’d left, she pounced on her older sister.

“isn’t she great?” startled, she laughed, before nodding.

“definitely.”

june passed quickly, and, by july, she’d finished the paperwork for the house, for her job, and for nicky’s school. she was glad to know that it was the same one that sarah went to, and, with the added comfort of her sister spending increasing amounts of time exploring austin, she’d sat her cramped joints down in front of the t.v., vying at the chance to enjoy some trashy reality or game show.

though the sun still provided sweltering heat, when she left the kitchen and living room windows slightly ajar, she could feel the hint of a breeze work in place of their energy-consuming a.c. - which she’d turned off for that exact reason.

she turned her head from the t.v., the contestants on the screen continuing to speak with the host, and she let her eyes drift over the sliver of scenery that she could see through the half-obstructed kitchen windows. some of her neighbors had put up american flags. some were old, new, tattered, printed, there was even one that seemed to be homemade. of course, she knew this behavior was really only reserved in this neighborhood during this time of year, as the texans prepared to celebrate the 4th of july.

reminiscing of her own experiences with the holiday: going swimming with friends, eating good meals, and the occasional barbecue at a friend’s place - she was caught off guard when she heard the doorbell ring. it made her jump, but she quickly composed herself, standing up and brushing off her clothes.

she ran her fingers through her hair and, hoping she looked presentable, she opened the door.

it was her neighbor on her other side, a woman by the name of martha. she was a little older - her and her husband - and they were absolute sweethearts. in fact, they were the first to greet the new neighbors, back on their second day here. she was looking up at her with an excited smile.

“martha, hi! what can i do for you!”

“well - i was just wondering if you’d join us: we’re having a little barbecue tomorrow for the 4th, and i’ve invited a few of the neighbors. we’d really love to have you and nicky.”

she was just a bit taken aback by the invitation, but she didn’t hesitate in her response.

“of course, we’d be happy to be there! shall i bring anything?”

“no, of course not, dear. we’re hosting, just bring your little one.” she let out a light laugh, agreeing. martha bid her a quick goodbye, and headed in the next house’s direction - the millers.

perfect, she thought, nicky’ll have some fun too, then.

july the 4th, and a neighborhood barbecue. it’s a nation-wide phenomenon, then.

nicky’d been significantly more excited than her, once again, proving herself to be the more social one. nevertheless, as the younger girl got ready the next morning, her older sister spent her time finishing a tin of muffins. martha’d assured her she didn’t have to bring anything, but it almost hurt her soul to show up empty-handed. if she’d calculated correctly - and she’d hoped she’d done - she’d made just about enough for the whole group.

by 11:30, they were both ready, and she’d placed two boxes of them in nicky’s hand, while she carried the other two. the both of them made their way over, and she noticed the large group mingling in their yard and backyard. she could see martha’s husband, john, commandeering their large grill, a corona in his hand. she looked around for martha, and caught the eye of the woman as she turned away from greeting another guest.

“oh, you two ‘re here, perfect.”

“hey, martha. look, i know what you said, but-” martha gasped in delight at the boxes as she neared and noticed them, lightly taking them off of her.

“they look great; you haven’t stressed making them, have ya?”

“no - no, it’s my pleasure, really.” martha smiled at her, a mix of graciousness and happiness, before turning her attention to nicky.

“hey, nicky. how’re ya holding up?” nicky nodded.

“good, pretty good. thanks for having us.” she waved her hand at the notion, ushering the both of them inside.

for the first hour, she got acquainted with martha’s husband, the smiths from across from them, and marriots from down the road. they were all very curious about michigan and she, in turn, curious about how much exactly austin had changed since she’d last been here. at the same time, nicky was talking to a pair of twins a year younger than her who lived about two houses down. they were pretty cool, and were going to the same school as her, so they were filling her in on some of the school-wide drama: stuff sarah never cared so much about.

speaking of which, by about 12:30, she hears sarah’s voice greeting someone, and she turns her head, waving at her. behind her is her father, two packs of cold ones in his hands, that he sets down as he greets the hosts. sarah’s quick to detach from him, saluting him goodbye, as she instead makes her way over to nicky and the two other girls.

nicky's older sister had been enraptured in a conversation about the new dog the marriots were getting next week, when she felt someone come up to her.

john had brought joel over to the group, and he integrated without interrupting the story, letting mr. marriot express his excitement for the miniature pinscher they were getting. once he was done, he notices the newest member of his audience.

“hey! joel, how’re ya doin’?” his words turned the attention of everyone in the group, and she realized that this was the coveted joel miller: the man she missed for that one dinner. she turned her head to look at him, flashing him a friendly smile, but it almost froze on her face as she drank in his appearance.

good god, was he fine. messy hair that he’d pushed back, a full beard and an intense gaze. jesus, he was piercing straight through her, his eyes boring into hers while his mouth reflected a polite smile. she averted her gaze for a moment, before john is quick to introduce them.

“and this is joel; him and his daughter live right next door to you guys.” she nods, reaching over to shake his outstretched hand.

“nice to meet you; you’re sarah’s dad?” he nods, smiling at the mention of his daughter. she made the mistake of looking up to catch his gaze, and she felt her breath hitch. the moment passed as she released his hand, but, when she looked back up at his face for a half-second, as ms. smith began talking about her daughter, she swore she saw a smirk in the corner of his mouth.

the lunch had been lovely, and the company had been better. she’d heard stories of four neighbor’s dogs, and seven neighbor’s kids, and then stories of john and martha’s holiday the previous winter, and she felt much closer to the entire neighborhood. nicky had been bustling between her and her friends the entire time, as had sarah, but with her father.

speaking of whom - joel was interesting. he seemed just a bit tired, and maybe bit quiet compared to the others, but he had managed to find a keen amusement in making her squirm. and how could she not? this attractive, sweet, hot, funny, hot, gentlemanly, hot single dad was meeting her eyes every few moments with a gaze that made it look like he wanted to make her forget her name.

did she mention he was hot?

as was she, after a few hours of this strange back and forth, where the both of them seemed to be enraptured in the conversations they were in, but couldn’t seem to take their attention off each other.

jesus christ - he’s your neighbor. and he’s 10 years older than you. and he’s got a daughter who is best friends with your sister!

she jumped when nicky had come up to her, shocked by the feeling of practically materializing her sister.

“hey, i was wondering if i could go over to sarah’s place? i’ll be home in the evening.” nicky seemed a little tired of the party, obviously not the absolute best scene for a teenager like her.

“huh? oh, um - is she and her dad okay with that?”

“i’m alright with it,” a deep voice came from behind her, and she whipped her head around. joel had a kind smile on his face, and he was looking over at nicky, nodding.

“oh, thank you mr. miller! i appreciate it.” nicky smiled back up at him, before looking at her sister with practically puppy eyes.

“alright, nicky. be home by 5.”

“by 6, see you!” nicky rushed off before she had a chance to argue, and she opened her mouth, stuck between bemusement and amusement at her gall. joel laughed behind her, a deep, quiet noise. she didn’t realize how close he was to her, feeling the vibrations of his body in her own. she turned to properly face him, taking a half-step back to allow herself a more comfortable angle to look at him.

“nicky’s always so excited to hang out with sarah, and i can see why: she’s really sweet.” he smiled at the compliment for his daughter, his eyes holding a far-away quality that indicated his reminiscing of her.

“yeah - yeah, nicky too. sarah’s always harpin’ me to be able to go out with her.” he took a breath as he snapped back to look at her, “you’re new to the neighborhood then.” she smiled.

“yeah, we just moved in last month.” he nodded, gesturing around.

“it’s not a bad place, when you’re used to it.” there’s a joking twang in his tone.

“it’s not a bad place, even when you aren’t.” a light chuckle fell from him, as he took another swig of his beer. she could feel the proximity heating her up, so she brushed some hair out of her face, “i think i’ll step out for a moment. d’ya wanna join me?” she gestured to the door, and he shrugged.

“why not.”

the yard was more empty now, as people had begun leaving the gathering, or entering the house as the food had dwindled. though, still placed on the table, were a few of the many muffins she had made. she walked over, him in invisible tow, and she took one, handing it over to him.

“do me a favor, tell me what you think.” he seemed a bit confused, but obliged her, eating the muffin with great care. maybe exaggerated, but the expression on his face made her laugh, so she didn’t mind.

“this is great! martha went all out for these.” she nodded at the praise, him oblivious that it should have been directed towards her.

“martha definitely did. those were mine, though.” he looked back at her, in a mixture of impress and awe.

“well - you’re as good a baker as you are a cook, then.” she laughed at the reference to their lost dinner.

“oh, you did get it from sarah. perfect, what’d you think?”

“i thought that i regretted missing the chance to meet you then.”

suddenly, she felt the conversation had veered away from her ability to make food, and more towards - well, her. she went to retort, but heard her phone’s tone go. she snapped her head to her pocket, mumbling an apology as she did so.

it wasn’t anything important, thankfully, but it did give her an opportunity to check the time and, true to belief, it seemed that, very soon, she’d have overstayed her welcome.

“shit, it’s later than i thought.” she looked up at him, almost apologetically.

“you’re heading home?” though she wasn’t a master at reading faces, she could almost swear there was a hint of disappointment on his.

“well, joel, you’re a hard man to get a hold of. so, mind helping me bring these boxes back?” she gestured to the four boxes, and, in her own roundabout manner, made the bold move of inviting him over.

was it even bold? he lived a few meters from the place anyway. he smiled though, and, in his own gentlemanly manner, agreed immediately. he grabbed three of the boxes before she could stop him, and she almost sheepishly took the last box back up the street with him, pausing for only a moment to unlock the door to hers, before ushering him into the place.

he seemed almost hesitant to step too far in, but she waved it off, telling him to make himself comfortable as he set the boxes down.

“want anything? water, beer? something to eat?” he held his hand up, shaking his head, but did indulge in sitting at her dinner table. she ignored his gesture, taking out two cans for the both of them, before sitting in the seat beside him. he didn’t seem to mind, though, taking the cold beverage gratefully. it made her smile: at least the heat was affecting the both of them.

she took a long, almost wincing sip of hers, having almost forgotten how strong the liquid tasted in her mouth.

“sarah mentioned you’re a contractor?” it was a feeble attempt at reigniting their conversation; truly, she just didn’t want him to leave yet. he seemed to notice that notion, as he took a moment to answer, looking up at her between sips.

“yeah, yeah. me and my brother.” it was new info, and she nodded, rubbing at her nose lightly as she concentrated on the tab of the can, “so, how’d you find the place - the people?”

“they’re - uh, they’re really nice, i guess. everyone seems really friendly.” he nods.

“sure, sure. i’m sure it’s a little annoying though - everyone’s a bit older, right?” she looked up at him, and he had an unreadable expression on his face.

“well, i don’t mind older.” she maintained eye contact as she saw his smile twist, lip curling into a smirk, one he tried to hide behind his drink, “in fact, i think it’s better. older guys tend to be more mature - put together, you know?”

“guys?” his face betrayed his shock at her directness, and she suppressed a laugh.

“well, that is what you’re asking, aren’t you?” he held a hand up in surrender.

“and if i was?” she stuck her tongue into the side of her cheek, surveying the space between them.

“well, mr. miller. i’d tell you to stop beating around the bush and just take what you want.” he set his drink down with a light thud, something more desperate swirling in his eyes.

“and what would that be?” he wanted her to iterate exactly what she thought would happen.

“you tell me.” she didn’t give in, hoping the older man would break before she would.

he didn’t need much convincing, though, placing a firm grip on her arm, and pulling her closer to him, leaning forward and taking her cheek in his much larger hand.

“you’re asking too much of me, sweetheart. what’d the neighbors think?” his breath fanned over her face, and the tone of his voice indicated his teasing nature.

“what?” he laughed against her, shaking her body, before he gestured to the window just adjacent to him.

“only been here a few weeks, and already seducing one of your neighbors? it’s bold - i’ll tell you that much.” his cologne - a soft, but distracting smell - was overpowering her, and she couldn’t exactly think clearly as he sat so close to her.

“joel.” it came out as more of a plea than she had maybe wished, and he smiled, his eyes flicking across her face, “should we go upstairs?” she detached from his eyes for just the slightest moment, to look up at the staircase leading to her room.

“if you want to, sweetheart.”

fuck. being called sweetheart? by him? she was done for.

she led him up the stairs, her steps just slightly shaky as she walked up.

what was she doing? him, she supposed.

her bedroom was messier than she’d hoped as they walked in, but she didn’t have time to dwell on that as he pulled her towards him while she shut the door behind her, pressing his lips to her ear as her back hits his thick chest.

“you sure you want to do this?” his voice is huskier than it had been before, and it made her let out a shaky breath.

“please.” he smiles against her soft skin, turning her to face him. she doesn’t waste a moment, leaning closer to his face as he pulled hers closer to him, capturing her lips in his own.

his beard tickled her chin, his breath warm on her face as she closed her eyes against him. he tasted like an interesting mix between the barbecue, her muffins, and the beer he’d been drinking, creating a festive, american aftertaste in her mouth.

the kiss made her moan against him, as her hands finally began exploring the man in front of her. his shirt was flimsy against his torso, and that made her almost more inclined to pull it off of him, as she placed her hands under the thin fabric. he broke the kiss with an amused exhale, pulling her hands out from under it with a smile playing on his lips.

“think you owe me something, first, sweetheart.” she looked back up at him in confusion, but, noticing the fingers at the ends of her own top, she as quick to pull it off of herself. even he seemed a little shocked by her eagerness, but that didn’t stop him, pulling her into him with such force that the both of them fell onto her bed.

he sat back up in a heartbeat, redirecting her thighs so that they straddled his own, pulling her towards him. the angle left her neck at eye level with him, and his nose traced the skin of her collarbone, the ghost of kisses leaving a trail up her neck as she wrapped her fingers in his scruffy hair. she let herself get lost in his touch, the softness of his lips on her chest, the sharp sting of his teeth occasionally grazing her skin, the harshness of his fingers against the skin of her thighs.

before she - or he, for that matter - could get too carried away, she pushed away from him lightly, reaching back down to tug at his shirt.

“you got what you wanted, now come on-” he laughed as he pulled the offending cloth off of him, and she sighed happily at the sight.

god, he was hot. she pushed him further back until he was laying down, and attached herself to his jaw, placing chaste kisses in a similar manner he’d done, tracing the edges on his beard with her lips. he kept his hands firmly on her sides, squeezing gently as she made her way down his body, over his chest, where the hair tickled her nose, making her smile. then, over his stomach, until she’d gotten dangerously close to his rapidly hardening cock.

he gripped her tightly, making her squeak in shock which, surprisingly, did nothing to quell his arousal.

“you’re-”

“let me, c’mon.” she said it as though there was a measure needed to persuade him. that definitely wasn’t the issue; rather he was worried he’d finish far too quickly for the mature older man he’d portrayed himself to be.

but how could he not - this fucking gorgeous woman with her head between his legs looking up at him with those eyes. fuck, those eyes.

“please, joel?” he’d grunted in that moment, releasing his grip, and she had a smug smile on her face as she unbuttoned his jeans. he couldn’t see it though, his head thrown back as he tried to even his breaths.

she wasted not a moment to tease him, tracing the outline of him lightly through the thin fabric of his boxers. he’d groaned her name - almost in warning, and she smiled as she relented, pulling him out from the confines of the cloth.

she hadn’t exactly been proud of her expression in that moment - akin to an actress on a certain screen, if you caught her drift - except hers wasn’t a fake one. older men had always been a hit or miss for her in terms of dick size, but this one seemed to be the fucking hit.

he’d recovered in time to catch that look, leaning on his forearm to be able to reach his hand over and push her hair out of your face.

“shocked, sweetheart?” she didn’t take her eyes off him.

“excited, more like.” she pulled her hand lightly up and down his cock, spitting in her hand before continuing. the added lubrication made him moan through his teeth, and she didn’t give him a moment of reprieve, readjusting so she was at the perfect angle to lightly lick his tip.

he practically shuddered at the contact of the wet muscle on him, a hand going to weave the hair falling over her face away, and gripping her head maybe tightly than he intended to, as she placed feather-light, open-mouthed kisses from the top to the bottom of his cock. he didn’t say anything, his appreciation for the act moreso communicated through the squeezing and releasing of her hair, and his shuddered breaths and quiet, almost broken moans.

deciding she didn’t want to wait any longer, she wrapped her lips completely around him, taking him deeper and practically feeling him twitch as she sunk lower on him. he guided her movements slightly with his grip on her, pushing her down as he let loose to the feeling, and pulling her up lightly as she came too close to unraveling him.

breathing in deeply through her nose, she pushed down further on him, swallowing to suppress her gag as she felt her nose being tickled by the hair at his base.

“fuck, sweetheart.” the curse left his mouth almost aggressively, as he twitched behind her lips. her throat constricted around him, and she resurfaced, breathing heavily to make up for the lost air. he looks down at her, taking in her cock-drunk appearance as she sighed between his thighs. she lazily pulled her hand up and down his cock, as she caught her breath, “come up here, baby.” through both of their pants, she made out his request, getting up so that she was sitting on her knees, as he also rose to rest better against the headboard. he gestured her to some closer, and she placed a knee of either side of him, practically crawling up his legs.

the shorts she was wearing were his biggest obstacle at the moment, and he was quick to pull her up by the front of them, unbuttoning them in the process. a squeak emitted from her, shocked by the manhandling, and he was quick to pull them down her legs. her hands cover his, the both of them almost desperately taking them off and, once he’d finally done so, he focused his eyes to hers, his fingers sliding up her thigh and to her cunt. he traced her lower lips lightly, and she could feel her thighs tense, her breathing hitching.

noticing her reaction, he smiles, pulling her lips to his, and kissing her as he traced up and down her slit, placing the ghost of pressure on her clit. she almost jumps at the sensation, but the firm grip his other hand keeps on her hip stops her.

“don’t run away now, sweetheart.” it’s a whisper into the space between them, and she wordlessly nods, her hand going to his biceps and gripping as he applied more pressure, “tell me what you want.” she looked up at him, a mix of disappointment and frustration at the request.

“i…”

“you?” she cleared her throat, averting her gaze, and he used his free hand to direct her chin to look at him, “what d’you want?”

“i want you to fuck me.” she felt almost ashamed saying it, but he smiled in pride - a smug smile.

“we’ll have to get you ready, first; don’t ya think?” he dips the tip of his finger into her and she shudders again, her hips jumping lightly, causing him to squeeze her. she nods, humming, too focused on the movements of him fingers to properly answer. taking pity on her, he obliges, pushing a finger into her, and curling it up.

“oh, god.” the sensation makes every muscle in her tense, the sexual frustration piquing at the feeling, and simultaneous lack thereof. her head falls into the space between them, and he places an almost comforting kiss to the top of her head, before beginning to move his finger.

initially, he moved it in and out of her almost exploratively, as if he was trying to determine what exactly made her tick. it resulted in soft moans and cut-off breaths, before he heard something akin to a whimper when he’d found a particular spot inside her.

he pushed another finger in, making her noises only grow, gripping him tighter. he started moving in and out of her at a more rapid rate, his fingers curling, to the point where she was moaning so loudly that he was worried the neighbors would hear regardless of their relocation.

he took his lips to hers again, hoping to muffle her noises, and it worked, her mouth focused on feverishly returning his passion that she managed to swallow the majority of her moans. though, it didn’t help when she felt the knot inside her begin to tighten, her hips grinding against his fingers.

“y’gonna cum, sweetheart?” she couldn’t speak, worried she’d be too loud if she opened her mouth, so she nodded frantically, pushing more quickly against him as she chased her high, “that’s it, baby, cum for me, cum for me-” his encouragement almost made it easier, and she did cum, in something akin to a burst: her body fully stilled, as did his movements, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head, the hint of a squeal leaving her parched mouth. her voice sounded almost broken because of the intensity of it, and she practically leaped off of his fingers, unable to take the overstimulation as he had begun to move again.

“sorry - fuck, it’s too much, sorry-” he shook his head, assuring her immediately.

“it’s fine, sweetheart, you’re fine. ‘re ya ‘kay?” his accent came out more aggressively as he checked on her. she’d placed her hands over her face in an attempt to cool its warm flush, trying to catch her breath, as she nodded shakily.

“i’m - i’m, fuck, yeah, i’m fine.” she practically stuttered through her gasps, and he found it endearing, giving her a moment to compose herself. he adjusted the way she sat on him for her to be more comfortable, him fingers kneading the flesh of her thigh gently, hoping the contact would ground her.

it worked, with her taking her hands off her face after a few moments. her eyes had a far-away look to them, but she had a sheepish smile on her face.

“that was - uh, it was really good.” he smiled at her reaction, but it dropped after a moment.

“we can - we can stop, if ya want, sweetheart. if it’s too much-”

“no!” her response was so aggressive that it made him look at her in light amusement, “i mean, no. i don’t want to stop.” he surveyed her with an analytical eye.

“are ya sure?”

“joel, please?” she’d moved closer so her cunt sat inches from his cock, her warmth radiating onto him.

“i-” he went to say something, but seeing her flushed skin, her lust-blown eyes and the plea to fuck him, he seceded.

he pulled her up by her thighs, so she hovered over his cock. she used her hand to hold it steady, before he helped her lower onto him. it took a try or two, with his cock bumping against her clit and making her jolt. his tip caught her entrance in just another moment, though, and she took in a deep breath as she sunk onto him.

“fuck-” his response made up for her wordless one, her face contorting in pleasure as she tried to handle the size of him in her.

“joel-” she needed a moment to adjust, and it seemed as though he’d realized even before her.

“take your time, sweetheart.” she took a deep breath, sinking into joel’s arms further as she felt his thumb over her clit, trying to make the process easier for her.

finally, she mustered the strength to grip onto his shoulders, his hand finding a firm place on her waist, as she strained the muscles in her thighs to lift herself up. she felt a moment of aching emptiness, before she sunk back down on him, his cock catching practically every sensitive spot inside of her, making her moan.

it was a bit laborious, but along with his own effort, they came to a working rhythm seamlessly, and her moans began to be matched by his grunts at the feeling of her warm cunt, enveloping and twitching around him. she felt fucking amazing, and the warm breath of her gasps spurred him to push against her with just that bit more force. her eyes widened, her moans breaking as her breath caught in her throat. she felt her muscles turn to jelly with each thrust, practically being held up just by his hands. her head falls against his shoulder, her breath stuttering. his pace didn’t relent, though, with him readjusting just slightly to do the brunt of the work, fucking up into her as she tried not to let the pleasure consume her.

“joel - joel, you’re, oh, fuck-” she became a mess of mumbles as she attempted to just take it, but she felt her second orgasm oncoming, and way too quickly.

“c’mon, c’mon-” even joel wasn’t really registering what he was saying, focusing on feeling her cunt pulse again, like it had around his fingers. she didn’t make him wait too long, as her mouth fell open and her body tensed, clamming up as her orgasm crashed over her. his name came out in a squeak, and he resisted the urge to moan too loudly by attaching his lips to her neck, taking in the feeling of her pulsating cunt.

she slumped against him, desperately trying to catch her breath, before she was reminded her was still inside her. he helped her off of him and, before he could do anything else, she kneeled back in front of him, positioning her face right in front of his cock and stroking him to completion, his warm cum falling over her face in ropes.

“jesus christ, sweetheart.” he had to physically turn away from her, worried he’d get hard again at the sight, and she let out a tired laugh at his reaction. she rose from the bed after a moment of catching her breath, turning into her bathroom in order to clean herself up. it only took a minute or two, and by the time she’d walked back, joel had managed to pull his jeans back over him, and was desperately searching for his shirt. it was just by her feet, and she could give it to him.

but did she want to?

both of their heads snapped up when they heard the sound of the front door opening.

nicky - she’d come back at her sister’s previously preferred time, 5, and that had become increasingly problematic.

“shit-” she threw his shirt at him, and he caught it with one hand, trying to adjust the button of his pants with the other, “what do we-?” she questioned, as she pulled her shorts over her legs and shirt over her own head.

“just say ya were showing me around?” he suggested, and, through a shaky breath, she nodded.

“smart - smart, uh, do we-?” she gestured to herself, hoping she looked presentable, and the both of them gave each other a once over in approval that neither looked too disheveled, before they opened the door.

of course, those post-orgasm should never be told to rationally judge anything, as nicky and sarah could tell something was off from practically the moment their family members stepped out of the room.

“nicky? you didn’t have to be back so early, you know.” she said it quickly, without thinking, and, upon seeing joel’s what the fuck? expression, she realized how bad it sounded. nicky had, too, her brows furrowing as she turned to sarah, who simply shrugged in similar confusion.

“i’m sorry?” she watched as her sister - and then, to her surprise, mr. miller - came down the stairs.

“that’s not what i meant.” her sister mumbled, a sheepish smile on her face.

“dad, what’re you doing here?” sarah looks at her father quizzically, and he opens his mouth to speak, as she does at the same time.

“just - showing me around-”

“i’m giving him a tour!” they spoke over each other, and she glanced to look at him in slight embarrassment. he was trying his absolute hardest to keep from chuckling.

“anyways, sarah, we should get going. you two have fun?” sarah still looked between the both of them inquisitively, as nicky bore a glare at her sister, as if asking a question telepathically.

“lots of fun, dad.” it’s got an awkward delivery, so he coughs in an attempt to dissuade the tension, turning to her once more.

“it was nice meeting you, then - the both of you.” he smiled at nicky as well, before reuniting with his daughter.

“of course! it was great to see you again, too, sarah.” she mentioned, as she opened the front door for the both of them.

“see you around, sarah. good evening, mr. miller.” nicky spoke from behind her, and the millers nodded in goodbye. the front door shut with a click behind them.

there was a moment of silence between her and nicky, as she leaned against the door, before nicky broke into a big smile.

“i can’t believe you did that.” panic flashed over her face, and she whipped her head to face nicky.

“huh?”

“he’s so much older than you. and my friend’s dad, c’mon!” she sounded annoyed, but the exaggerated nature indicated that it was fake. she immediately tried to deny her sister’s completely true assertion, but the younger girl practically laughed in her face. she rolled her eyes at the reaction, brushing her off.

“shut up, nicky. he’s not even that much older than me.”

only a few meters away, sarah was trying very hard to suppress her own laugh.

“she’s really nice, right, dad?” joel, who had a faraway look in his eyes, hummed in response, prompting her to continue, “nicky’s sister. she’s really nice.”

“yeah - yeah, she is.” joel shrugged, unsure of how exactly to respond to his daughter. he looked down at her, and she had this glint of mischievousness in her eyes.

it worried him.

as he ushered her in when he’d unlocked the door, she’d made a beeline for her room. though, before she made her way up the stairs, she turned back for a moment, looking at him.

“and dad? you’re shirt’s on backwards.” she doesn’t wait for his response, walking up the stairs. shocked, joel looks down at his shirt, where the tag was practically looking him in the face. he sighed, closing the door behind him.

“shit.”

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lizzieislife94x · 2 months

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Damn It! (e.o)

Requested <3

LizzieG!PxFem Reader

Another update for yall 😇 assssssss always requests are open my loves.

Lizzies POV:

I groan and rub my templates as my extremely attractive new assistant trip's sending the coffees flying this girl can't do anything right I only hired her because I wanna have her "I'm sorry I'm so sorry miss olsen ill get it cleaned and get some more im so sorry" she panics making me look at her god she's so fucking adorable "y/n take a seat just leave it ill get it cleaned after work hours, I need you to go book an appointment for a new client for Thursday can you do that " I say a little annoyed as smiles and nods "yes I can do that easy!" With that she jumps out of the chair and leaves my office.

Y/ns POV:

I can't help but curse myself why am I so clumsy why does she make my brain forget how to brain I sigh and dial the number lizzie gave me as a woman quickly answers

Hey my names y/n I'm calling on behalf of miss olsen she asked me to arrange an appointment for Thursday. I say waiting for a reply

Thursday is perfect this Thursday or next Thursday y/n. I hear as I start to panic fuck shit she just said Thursday is it tomorrow or next week

Umm I uh next Thursday, thank you have a great day. I quickly hang up the phone as I gron leaning against the table.

4 hours later:

"See you tomorrow miss olsen" I say as I head out to leave the building "I need you tomorrow bright and early don't be late" her tone is matter of fact making me gulp "yes miss olsen see you tomorrow"

Next Day:

Y/ns POV:

I take a deep breath before walking into the office "you got this y/n don't let her make your brain stop you can function like a normal human being" I whisper to myself before making my way up to the top of the building "morning y/n I think you should turn around and leave" Joe one of my co workers states making me panic "lizzie is on the war path she had everything ready for the meeting with the new client this morning only to find its booked for next week" I groan and cover my face "fuck I panicked when she asked what Thursday and lizzie didn't tell me it was meant to be today" I whisper as her door swings open "y/n my office now!!!" She yells slamming the door making my blood run cold tears threaten to run from my eyes as I make my way into her office "damn it! Y/n how could you fuck this up" I don't dare look at her "you didn't tell me it was for today I panicked and said next week" I whisper my voice failing me "don't give me the tears it was a simple task and you somehow fucked it up how is that possible" I sniff and look up "I'm sorry miss olsen ill do better" she laughs folding her arms "I think I should teach you a lesson right here huh?" I look at her confused wiping my eyes "please don't fire me miss olsen this is the only sorce of income I have " I pleade as she smirks sitting down "oh I'm not going to fire you be a good girl and go make sure the blinds are closed" I stand up confused as I close them "now come here I'm going to make that cute little ass red bend over the desk and show mommy your ass" her change of tone turning me on what the fuck is happening I slowly do as I'm told till I'm bent over my bosses desk her hands running down my back gently rubbing my ass making me bite my lip "you've been asking for this since you started such a clumsy girl can never do anything right huh, I think you need mommy to teach you " I let our a loud audible moan at her words making lizzie laugh "pl...please teach me mo..m..my" I beg as I feel her stand behind be pulling my ass flush against her waist the feeling of something hard pressing into me "can you feel what you do to me y/n" she whispers into my ear as I nod trying to press my ass into her harder "oh don't worry you'll get mommy's cock and load soon but first I gotta mark that ass of yours princess " I turn slightly as I bite my lip "I.. I.. I'm not on birth control" I stutter as she slaps my ass hard making me moan again "even better you'd love to be full of my seed with my baby growing in your cute little stomach" I nod slowly as she pushes my dress up over my ass "never knew you where a thong girl" she grins pulling my now drenched thong down my legs making me instantly spread my legs a groan falling from her lips as her fingers gently tease my soaking entrance "fuck" I cry out needing more her laugh ringing in my ear "I want you to count how many times I spank your ass can you do that properly? Can you count for mommy" she mocks as I nod her hand slamming onto my right ass cheek "one" I yelp suddenly another and another and another till she finally stops at 10, my ass feeling its on fire "my hand print looks good on your ass" she whispers biting my ear as she unbuttons her pants "so fucking hard thinking about making you take my dick" I turn with my back now on the desk needing to see her "fuck" I pant as she holds her hard cock in her hand "don't worry princess you'll be able to take it " she smirks as she steps closer teasing my dripping pussy "mommy please...Don.. t tease me" I beg as she finally pushes her whole length inside me making me scream "that's it sweetheart let them all hear how good mommy makes you feel" the rest of the world forgotten as I moan like never before as she runs her hand up my body my body grabbing my tits "gonna make you mine slut" she moans her thrusts somehow getting faster the feeling of her deep inside me hitting spots no one ever has has my whole body shaking "shit don't stop oh my fucking godddddddd I'm gonna cum"

I scream as I start to cum lizzies grin getting bigger as she continues to pound me not letting me recover "such a tight little pussy fuck it's like it was made for me" she leans down kissing me as pounds and pounds "fu...ck mommy" I moan against her lips for only her to hear "if you fuck up from now on I'm gonna fuck your brains out baby" I smirk as my eyes roll "that's just gonna make me do it on purpose" she moans as she slows her thrusts "so fucking naughty, I'm close sweetheart gonna fill your pussy" she moans her eyes closing as her thrusts get harder my second orgasm seconds away as I feel her hot sticky seed filling my unprotected pussy sending me over the edge making me cum harder than I ever have my body trembling as the pleasure rushes through me lizzie slamming deep inside me holding still "fuck y/n" she moans into my ear both of us recovering from the intense orgasm "now you gotta walk around with my cum leaking out of this well fucked cunt" she smirks teasing my clit making me shake "I don't even care" I giggle as she pulls out quickly fixing my panties for me "that was better than I've pictured" she smirks cupping my cheeks leaving a gentle kiss on my lips as she fixes her pants before sitting on her chair pulling me into her lap "but we do need to talk about all these mistakes sweetheart" I feel my cheeks blush and hide my face "it's because of you" lizzie looks at me shocked and confused "what do you mean" I groan as she grips my chin making me look at her "you make my brain short circuit like I know I can do the work but you somehow make my brain stop " she laughs cuddling into me "well I'm sure we can start to fix it from now on huh" I smile and nod as I cuddle into her a loud knock making me jump "go away come back in an hour" I giggle as she laughs "I want time with you they can wait" I smile and trace patterns on her neck as we cuddle in comfortable silence.

AN: hope this is OK 👍 drink water and stay hydrated babes 💗 word count 1.5k

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raffe156 · 1 year

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Between a rock and a hard place

Just gonna go for it an post what I’ve written haha!

I’ve done my best with spelling an if you lot like it let me know I have a plot for this I promise 🤣

Feedback welcome 💖

Stake out

Pairing - Price X Reader X Ghost

Summary - MI6 agent handler/ field agent is on a stake out recon mission with the one and only Captain John Price, who she has had dealings with back when she was in training - they are holed up in dingy hotel in Mexico - Tensions rise and it gets heated between the two in more ways than one - Bravo 6 didn’t go dark - Ghost enjoys the show.

Warnings - Smut (18+) consensual non con, Voyeurism, Language, Age gap Price (47) reader (28) Dom!Price, Brat!Reader, comms not closed, Sir kink, praise kink, Degradation kink, Spitting, fingering, double penetration implied, Hair pulling, Oral (M + F receiving), Smoking, spanking, mentions of younger reader (Nothing too bad)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters

Mexico City 01:00am

You lay on the poor excuse of a bed looking up at the damp ceiling of the dingy hotel your were camped out in counting the spots of mould and wondering how on earth you had ended up on a recon mission with the 141 in Mexico. Not only that but you were holed up with Captain John Price of all people.

Ghost and Soap where set up in the apartments facing your room only a few feet keeping your balconies from joining, but due to your ranking you had to be supervised and your boss didn’t trust any of the other men alone with you that an she knew you could be hot headed and you liked to talk back.

You and Price had met before years back when you were in the academy at just 17 you thought you had it all brains, wit, charm, but your bad attitude held you back. The training base was occupied briefly by the 141 - Price was often asked to consult on some of the training scenarios as always you thought you had it all figured out which always resulted with Price in your face gun fingers to your temple “Bang your dead - your inside man is dead, Mission failed (Y/L/N)” he seen how cocky you where and he hated it, you felt he wanted to tear you down from the start. But despite all the nay sayers you graduated and was now one of the top Agent handlers and SIS agents in your age group albeit revered as a back talker.

So when you got the summons for this mission you where filled with dread when His name was read out in the brief. “Ma’am surely I can do the recon on my own, I’ve proven myself before..I don’t need a babysitter” you forgot yourself and was bluntly corrected by your Chief.

So here you were day 2 and you already wanted the mission to be over, you were broken out of your dismal day dream to the crackle of the comms in your ear - it was Soap - “Captain, question?”

“What is it Soap?“- Price said taking a drag of his ever present cigar.

“What’s the going rate for babysitting these days?“- Soap asked.

You rolled your eyes and looked over at Price, who was already glaring at you from the busted couch.

“Think your funny McTavish? Well ill tell you what it ain’t nearly enough” - He said exhaling thick smoke that clouded his face.

“I’m more than happy to take over Captain, think I could teach her a thing or two send her over here”- Ghost chimed in.

Price stood up laughing an walked over to the open balcony - he was in civilian clothes, still cargo pants and t-shirt but not his usual cargo pants, bullet vest and Boonie hat. He placed his hand above to lean on the frame and looked down on to the busy street below.

“I’m sure you could Ghost, but if you remember correctly this one could do with a muzzle and a firm hand, serious discipline issue I’m telling you”- he said as he dipped his head under his arm to look over at you, you noticed he was smirking you could just make it out under his thick facial hair.

Your blood was boiling and he knew it he could see it on your face. He was enjoying this.

“I can work with that, I like a challenge you know me guv I reckon I could get her in line” - Ghost taunted you.

“I know you do Mate, I know you do”- Price shook his head and laughed.

They were mocking you , talking about you as if you weren’t even there how dare they. Your heckles where up now and you needed to say something or else they would keep talking about you like a silly little girl.

“You wouldn’t know where to start Riley” - You spat as you sat up adjusting the stupid sundress you had to wear to blend in an look like a tourist, you looked out into the pitch black room a facing yours hoping he was in there.

Price looked at you stunned by your clear disobedience by calling Ghost by his surname.You’d done it now.

“Ohh I can assure you I would, in fact I could name a few places I would start with…” - Ghost was cut off by Price.

“Easy Ghost……Honestly (Y/L/N) your lucky you were barely legal at that academy or else I would have put you over my knee and shown your arse my palm an I’m sure Ghost wouldn’t of minded given me a helping hand with that would you mate?” -He said this while relighting his cigar.

“I would of been more than happy to help teach her a lesson Captain” - Ghost growled down the comms line in your ear making it feel like he was right behind you.

“Listen darling, your not cut out for this world, your mouth gets you into far too much trouble” - Price was stood in the middle of the room.

You were furious you skin was alight, but something was stirring in your core the thought of their hands on you Teaching you a lesson it pulled on something deep with you and that scared you, but they had pushed you too far now.

“You know what Price…Fuck you, I’m tired of taking your shit, talking to me like I’m playing special agent…I Am a fucking special agent the best in her fucking field and don’t you forget that you old fuck! And as for you Riley…” - you turned to look out over at the adjacent apartment where you knew Ghost was posted you could just make out the White of his signature skull mask in the shadow of the darkened room.

“Get a grip and take the fucking mask off did no one tell you its only halloween once a year you muppet” - You where on a roll now, on fire, unaware Price had made his way over to you in two strides.

The next thing you knew you were slammed up by your throat and pushed onto the bedside table back pushed right up to the wall. Price blew smoke out of his nose which was inches away from your own. You tried to focus and take in what had just happened but his face was too close. You then realise his grip was getting tighter around your neck, but that wasn’t what concerned you it was his right hand that had a good grip of the top of your thigh, he slid his thumb under the thin fabric of your underwear finding you soaked. He looked down and chuckled.

“That shut you up didn’t it love?” - He pulled his thumb back out and released his grip of your throat. Stepping back he sucked your wetness of his thumb.

“You where right Ghost……tastes just like Honey” - Price smirked dropping his arms either side of him.

“Told yah…” - Ghost sighed.

You were in utter shock at not only what had just took place but also how wet you were. The loud street below snapped you out of your daze and you became embarrassingly aware that Soap may of seen what happened but you knew Ghost definitely witnessed it. For a split second you thought when had they discussed how you might taste?

Price was staring at you his eyes fixed on your every move, you were going nowhere unless he said so. He turned around an placed his cigar in an ash tray on the side board.

“Now be a good girl and come ere” - He motioned you with his hand.

But when you didn’t move he bounded over and grabbed you by the back of your neck marching you over to the couch.

“On your knees……NOW!” - He shouted shoving you down in front of the couch he placed himself in front of you, unbuckling his belt and shimming his pants down just past his hips, you could see how hard he was behind his tight boxers.

“Now are you going to be a good girl?” - He asked caressing you cheek. You looked up at him and turned to look over to where Soap and Ghost were, you caught a glimpse of movement in the dark Ghost was shifting about. You knew he was watching you, Fuck it you thought lets give him a show. You looked up at Price and nodded.

“Yes sir” - you whispered look up from under you lashes.

This took Price by surprise he thought he was going to have to work a lot harder to get you to submit, but he was taking your sudden obedience with a pinch of salt he knew you had more fight in you, but he was going to put you in your place either way.

“Sir?……I like that, Good girl, now open your mouth” - he said waiting for you to do as you were instructed. Once your mouth was open enough he gripped your jaw and placed his thumb on your tongue holding it down. With his other hand he pulled his cock out, it was thick and panic flashed across your face, Price noticed the fear in your eyes and it made his cock twitch with excitement.

“Head back now” - He tilted you head back thumb still on your tongue with was writhing around causing something in him to stir wildly. He leaned down slightly and spat in your mouth making it even wetter, you felt your underwear become slick and you pushed you thighs tight together. He slowly guided his cock into your mouth, you felt it hit the back of your throat and tried not to gag, but the tears that welled up gave you away. Price sighed deeply and grabbed a fist full of your hair and slammed in and out of your mouth.

“Bit too much princess?”- He said slowing his movement down. He pulled out leaving a string of saliva and pre cum from his tip to your tongue.

“Let’s give the lads a better look at you eh?” - Price moved you by your hair still on your knees he faced you towards the open balcony doors. He pulled the front of your dress down exposing your breasts your nipples going hard in the night air.Price whistled.

“Knickers but no bra? You are a naughty girl aren't you (Y/L/N)? It’s like you wanted this eh? What do you think lads? Wanna see more?” - Price gestures into the darkness.

“I canny see shit Captain!” - Soap tutted, meaning he wasn’t in the same room as Ghost. He must be in the apartment above.

“Tough shit Sargent” Ghost said mocking his team mate.

“I’m coming down to your spot LT” - Soap barked.

“No your fucking not! Stay fucking put McTavish…If you step foot in this room i'll put a bullet right between your eyes”-Ghost warned the lower ranked man.

“Fine but if I can’t have a visual I want audio” - Soap hissed down the comms, you heard the sound of a zipper and Velcro being pull apart.

Price yanked your head back,

“See how much you’ve work your Lieutenant up? he’s willing to kill his own men for his own private show” -Price whispered in your ear.

Price let the fist full of your hair go and stepped back to admire you.

“Stay there” - he said walking round the back of you. Price settle himself in the arm chair that faced the Balcony doors.

“Stand up (Y/L/N)” He said grabbing his cock in his hand. You did as you were told, you felt the familiar slickness of your thighs. You tried to cover yourself up the night air was biting at your breasts painfully.

“Don’t you dare…” - Ghost warned over the comms. You could almost see him you had to strain your eyes ,but you saw him he was sat in a chair a few feet away from the open balcony he had his pants down slightly and was slowly tugging at his own girth.

“Take yah knickers off and toss em over here…And don’t you dare try to cover yourself up” - Ghost gave you your task.

You looked behind you at Price who nodded you on. You got up from your knees, you hitched your dress up and made a show of pulling your knickers down bending over to give Price the best view. You knew he was enjoying it as you heard him let out a quiet “fuck” as he jerked himself that little bit faster. You stepped out of them slowly. Bunching them up in your hand, you walked out onto the balcony. The rising heat from the busy street below warmed you a little, but you were still 10 stories up so the wind was brisk and sharp on your exposed wet area. You leaned right over the balcony and threw your knickers over arm into Ghosts apartment. Up this close you could see more of him he had lifted his ski mask up over his nose and mouth. He caught your underwear with his free hand wrapping the thin fabric round his member tightly and resumed pumping away.

“Nice one, but word of advice?…always watch your 6 kid” - Ghost smiled the first real smile you had ever seen from him.

Watch my 6? You thought then it made sense as Price yanked you head back with his right hand and gripped your hips back into him with his left. You could feel him leaving scratchy kissed down your neck. You core was on fire. He moved his left hand round to your wet slit and slid his middle two fingers in and curled them up inside you. You let out a moan, the gushing sound was obscene. Price worked his fingers deeper into you making you cry out louder. He bent you over and you gripped the rail for support he was still working his fingers inside you.

“Ok I can defiantly see now Captain” - Soap was looking down from his vantage point. Price knelt down and buried his face into you, you felt his beard roughly grazing you inner thigh as his tongue went to work. You held onto the rail for dear life you legs shaking.

“I think she’s enjoying that Price, looks like she’s gonna cum…” - Ghost said. He was right you was on the edge of exploding, But then Price stop and got up an walked back into the room. You caught your breath and looked up at Ghost who simply nodded towards the room, you turned and found Price sat back in the armchair stroking his cock.

“Did you really think I was just gonna let you cum like that? Nooo……your gonna have to work for it darlin” - Price laughed.

“For fuck sake Captain…cant you just fuck her out here where I can fucking see!” - Soap was fuming he was back to only audio over the comms.

You started to walk back into the room when Price whistled.

“On your hands and knees like a good little bitch…give Soap something to visualise” - Price took a drag from his cigar.

You got down on your hands and knees you could feel the heat from day in the tiles on the floor, you began to crawl in towards Price. The carpet in the room was scratchy on your palms and knees you looked up at Price a cloud of cigar smoke billowed around him, he patted his his shin like you would to beckon over a pet, You sat in front of him on your knees. He leaned forward and pulled you closer so your face was in his lap his cock nearly hitting you in the face. You felt your core stir you gripped it with both hands and ran your tongue up his shaft and over the tip. He ran his hand through your hair as your head bobbed up an down taking him as deep as you could pausing just before it hit the back of your throat.

“You’ve done this before haven’t you girl…Bet this is how the boys down at the academy got you to shut up” - Price smirked as he bucked his hips up causing his tip to hit the back of your throat, you gagged but it only seemed to spur him on more as he was now moving you head for you faster than before on the last stroke he held your head down on him so that your mouth was at the base of his cock. You slapped his thigh fearing you would black out from lack of oxygen. He grinned then released your head from his grip. You came off gasping for breath like you had been held under water. He took a last drag of his cigar an set it down in an ashtray beside him and patted his thigh.

“Up you get sweetheart…back to me” - He said as he pulled his pants further down. You got up from the floor your dress that was bunch up around your waist now fell back down and covered your modesty somewhat.

“For fuck sake…rip that fucking dress of her Price!” -Ghost was barking down you ear on the comms. Price leaned forward and ripped the dress right down the middle. You really had nothing now. He tossed it to one side and patted his thighs once again. You took a seat, your back flush to his chest you could feel his cock lined up along your arse cheeks. He put his hands under your knees an lifted you up so his cock was under you now, bracing your self on the arms of the chair.

“Look at me Princess…” -Ghost said breathing hard. You looked over to meet Ghost just as Price lined himself up with your entrance, he slid in and you shut your eyes tight he filled you right up and he wasn’t even half way.

“Eyes on me (Y/F/N)” - Ghost was warning you. You tried to look over but Price pushed in further making it past his widest point.

“Fuckin hellll mate, she’s tight as” Price was amazed at your handling of his dick. You were a tight glove indeed, but he would make you fit him perfectly. Your breath hitched up and you couldn’t help let out a moan as you tried to keep eye contact with Ghost who was now shamelessly wanking himself off to his Captain fucking you with your knickers constricted around his cock.

“I think you like being watched? Love being the centre of attention all eyes on you eh?” - Price bit your shoulder as he picked up the paced. He was right, you did so you decided to let go and give them a show. The moans that escaped you were loud and wild. Price was thrusting up into you making your tits bounce, You were going to lose it your head fell back onto his shoulder.

“Ahh…Did I say you could look away from me?…” - Ghost was on the edge you could here it. You opened your eyes to glance over at his, you could make him out furiously tugging away at his member. Price lowered your legs and gripped your breast with his rough hands planting wet kissed down your neck, you placed you hands on to his arms for support and started rolling your hips down on to his chasing your orgasm, Price knew what you were doing so he removed one hand from your chest and started to rub your clit hard.

“That’s it (Y/L/N) cum…cum on your Captains cock…while your Lieutenant watches…cum now!” - Price said through gritted teeth.

This made you snap and come undone.

“OHHH FUCK!! AHHHHHHH” you came hard.

“Oh fuck…Ah ah ah” - you where still being fucked, price turned your head and kissed you deeply, you moaned in his mouth.

“I want you to cum inside me Captain” - You moaned as his tongue left your mouth. He looked you dead in the eye.

“Ask me…nicely and beg me to cum in you…” - the look in his eyes was wild and like nothing you’d see before.

“Please Sir…I want your cum in me…please cum in me…while my Lieutenant watches…please Sir” - You moaned your second orgasm building up. Price grinned and looped his arm around your waist standing up, his cock still buried inside you. He knelt down on his knees bending you over in front of him, his pelvis never leaving you opening.

“Face down…arse up in the air” -Price breathed heavy, he slid his rough hand down your back and push down between your shoulder blades making you obey. You placed your arms either side of you bent as you shoulders hit the floor, face to the side you could still see Ghost he had moved closer to the open balcony.

“Fucking ruin her Captain…” - Soap was out of breath chasing his own release. Price gripped you arse and and landed a heavy hand on your cheeks, you felt the heat on your skin instantly. He watched at his cock slid in and out now with little to no resistance. He spread your arse and rested his thumb on your arsehole. You were drooling, eyes in the back of your head. What would your Boss think if she seen you like this? Lucky girl? Price was splitting you in half, the slapping sound as his hips connected with your arse was electric. Price slipped his thumb in your arse.

“FUCK ME! Shame your over there Ghost looks like she could of took us both…fucking naughty girl aren’t you?” - Price slapped your arse again.

“Look at me (Y/L/N)…would you have liked that? This cock in your arse filling you up while Price fucks your pussy?” - Ghost was at his limit.

“……ah……Ye…yesssss…” - You couldn’t even speak the though of both of them at once was enough to tip you over the edge.

“Yes what?…” - Price pulled you up by your elbow, your back flat to his chest again, him still rutting up into you relentlessly but sloppy he was close, one arm wrapped up around you with his hand on your throat, the other wrap around you waist so you couldn’t squirm away.

“Ye…yessss…SIR!” - You moaned your pussy pulsating around him as you came. You heard Ghost let out a gritted fuck through his teeth on the comms. You could feel Prices cock swell inside as he grunted in your ear, his cum hot in you his thrusts slowing. You heard Ghost pant. Soap was silent. Price let you go but still keeping and arm round you so you didn’t fall flat on your face. You could feel his cum leaking out of you onto the floor. Price leant back bringing you with him , you didn’t resit. He wrapped is big arm around you and brushed your hair out of your face with the other as you settle under his chin, kissing the top of your head he smiled.

“Now?…are you going to behave and be a good girl for me?” - He whispered into your hair. You thought about it for a while before your turned to look up at him.

“Yes sir…ill be a good girl for you” - you said as you looked over at were Ghost was…but he wasn’t there.

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yandere-fics · 3 months

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(Thank you sooooo much, I really doubted anyone would care about my writing this much, it's incredible! I hope you don't mind but I chose just a really bad cold as the sickness. I really really enjoyed writing this, let me know your thoughts!)

♡ How They Take Care Of A Sick Darling ♡

♡ Nora is not the best when it comes to caring for her darling, even when she was mortal she was in tip top shape so she is panicking a little bit when she wakes up next to you and you're unable to get up out of bed from how sick you are. Are you dying, does she have to go find The Boss immediately to prevent your death? When she finds out you're not sick she calms down but not by much considering her reason for living is still incapacitated in her bed and there is nothing she can do to help. ♡

♡ If she's not there and returns to you being sick then it's even worse! She needs camera's set up in the apartment and she's upset she hasn't been a good enough girlfriend for you to automatically call her the moment there's a problem, she promises to remedy this issue as soon as she can so eventually your first instinct will be to call her, she'll do better! ♡

♡ The Boss will just have to put up with her not doing her job for a week or two until she's entirely sure you're better. Nora is not a good cook, she's barely passable, which reminds her she really needs to practice for in the future in case you ever do want her to cook for you, for now though you will have to deal with her ordering food for you and spoon feeding you herself, don't you even dare try to pick up the spoon, she will swat your hand away and force you to allow her to care for you. ♡

♡ She'll prop a million pillows under your back because laying down all day long can't be good for you though if you insist on laying down all day, instead she'll roll you on you back and give you a massage to guarantee you don't get any bedsores, even though you literally haven't been laying there for very long at all. She's doing her best to not press down too hard but in all her stress she still winds up pressing down a bit hard. ♡

♡ Once you have recovered she's not letting you out until she feels like you have enough layers on because she can't risk you falling victim to these stupid mortal illnesses. Especially when The Boss refuses to give her any more days off for awhile so she wouldn't be there to take care of you as intensely next time and while The Boss did offer to send a doctor for you, Nora really doesn't trust having anyone else touch you. ♡

♡ Sawyer is very bad at this because she can't use her powers to get rid of something as minor as a cold. If it were something worse then she could snap it away but doing that for something minor carried the risk of accidentally messing things up severely so instead she was forced to watch you suffer while she could do nothing to stop it. She would have to get you on a strict regimen of vitamins and things like that quickly so this could never occur again. ♡

♡ She already has cameras set up in the penthouse for occasions like this but she still feels awful that she didn't check the cameras for an hour coming back to see you lay in bed sick. She's out of the office so quick, not bothering to tell anyone why she was leaving for the day or giving them any instructions, once she's back at the penthouse then she'll figure out what she's going to do, for now she has to be by your side. ♡

♡ Sawyer can't just take a break for this so you're coming to the office with her. Don't worry she already called her people to make them put a bed in her office and there will be doctors there waiting to take care of you under her command. Highly trained doctors who know to be very careful or they will suffer a fate much worse than death. ♡

♡ Any touching will be completed by her at the instruction of the doctors, if you must be rolled over to adjust the sheets or you need a massage to help your aching joints, the doctors must tell her to do it and if they dare to try to do it themselves she will strike them down. This is the first time she's really taking breaks from her work to eat because she has to take a break to spoon feed you, there's no way she would consider allowing the doctors to do something so intimate for you. She's very attentive, she's just also very busy so she's trying very hard to balance her two responsibilities right now. ♡

♡ Once you're better she's getting a nutritionist and a fitness coach so they can advise her on what vitamins and things she needs to get for you in order to boost your immune system. If they can't help her make sure that you never get sick again then she'll pull some strings with the elves to get immune boosting items to ensure your health is at peak condition, she's never going to allow this to happen again although she actually didn't mind it too much. Caring for you was pleasant and she liked the bonding experience but not to the detriment of your own health. ♡

♡ Theanna is very good at this considering she was not the heir to the throne her whole life so when anything went wrong she cared for herself and never received a single bit of help on anything so when she was sick she had to sneak the medicines that her siblings with more backers were allowed to receive. Compared to that, caring for you with all her wealth and power at her disposal is a breeze so she's not stressing herself out. It's only a mild cold anyways plus it makes you so cute and weak for her. ♡

♡ Theanna is appalled to leave a meeting and have the head maid inform her that her favorite maid is sick. While she's grateful for the head maid caring for you while Theanna was busy, she would have rather she just barged into the meeting room and let Theanna know immediately. That's a new rule, from now on if anyone has news pertaining to her darling, they must come to her instantly, it does not matter where she is or what she's doing, they better tell her. ♡

♡ She can take a break whenever she damn well pleases, her advisors will simply have to put up with dealing with her crappy handwriting telling them how she wants them to handle everything for the day. It's super cute to see you squirm and whine about how she shouldn't take a day off on your account. You're so worried about how improper it is for the crown princess to take a day off all for a simple maid and she simply shushes you and questions if you're disobeying her orders. ♡

♡ She insists on doing everything for you even though she could just as easily get one of the maids or doctors to treat you. Instead she simply makes them deliver the medicine to the door and get the fuck away. She can't let them inside the room because she wants to be the only one who knows what you look like when you're so weak and vulnerable. In this state she can finally care for you the way she wants to without all your silly whining that it's improper and whatnot. ♡

♡ When you've recovered she's a bit bummed out that she can't push you around anymore and you won't let her take care of you again. She would have thought that getting sick would have helped you to realize how nice it is for her to take care of you. Well even if you won't let her continue to baby you once you're feeling better, she's going to insist on taking care of you because now she's realized how nice it feels to care for you and there's not a damn thing you can do to stop her. ♡

♡ Abigail is bad at this. Her family never gets sick, her bloodline is very strong plus where their manor is situated, is the perfect moderate weather all year long so even the civilians rarely get colds and such. She has seen people get sick since her arrival in the capital but she doesn't socialize much and her knights usually just walk any illness off and she never cares to pay enough attention so she wouldn't notice if they were sick anyways. She notices you're sick the moment your stance is even slightly off though. ♡

♡ If she returns from an important meeting to discover you are sick she will freak out that none of the other recruits stopped you from training. Sure she makes everyone else work through their sickness but you are obviously different so they should have known there's no way she would permit you to remain here while you are ill. She understands why they didn't inform her instantly but they still should have made you rest in her quarters and fetched a doctor for you. ♡

♡ She is unable to take too much time off work for this because it's not a fatal illness but this does make her grow to resent Theanna even more. She wishes she could go claim her title as duke now and just give up all this nonsense instantly because what good is being the top night if she can not take a break to care for her darling even if her care would be no help. ♡

♡ She'll have to make the doctor take care of you while you're resting and then you are permanently banned from the training ground because you are too stupid to know when to rest. If you fight the doctor or refuse to take your medicine because it tastes so bad she will storm into her room and force you to take it. At night when she returns she gives your aching bones a little massage in order to speed up your recovery. ♡

♡ When you're recovered she still doesn't believe you, you're permanently required to refrain from training. She can't believe you pushed yourself so hard in order to become a knight, it doesn't matter if you got sick for a different reason and weren't actually pushing yourself, or that all the other nights already constantly push themselves, she doesn't care, you matter more than any of that and it's time you accept your role as her lady. If you miss the training grounds then you can visit but only as her future duchess. ♡

♡ Veronia is great at it. She already takes care of sick animals occasionally when she's bored and has nothing better to do. Taking care of a sick bear is way harder than taking care of a little human who can't really stop her. I mean she's a strong seven foot dragon woman so like what are you gonna do, especially when you're sick and weak, your punches feel like she just got poked. Aww isn't she so cruel for laughing at you, she'll make it up beloved. ♡

♡ When she comes back to the cave and finds you sick she's panicking because she thought you would be fine while she went out to get food, she didn't realize you had kicked the blanket off of yourself as soon as she left so you had gotten sick in that time from being exposed to the air. She'll wrap you like a burrito next time to make sure you can't kick it off. ♡

♡ She can't really afford to take a break from guarding the territory daily but she'll make her rounds very quick so she can return to you. Plus all her hunting is necessary but she'll get much better at hunting this week since now she has to find ways to speed the process up much more. She'll be by your side the rest of the time though. ♡

♡ She has to admit, she's kind of into this. Though she wouldn't say it out loud because she feels bad for thinking this, she finds this extremely appealing to her fucked up defenseless princess versus dragon roleplay. Even if you said you were okay with it, she would never act on that desire because your body badly needs to recover so sadly she will just be a good diligent mate and try not to think about how good you look right now as she massages your back trying to ease your ache. ♡

♡ Once you're better she is taking you with her when she secures the perimeter, she will put you in an adult sized bjorn if she has to. Though she will eventually give up on that idea when she realizes it might make you nauseous, still she will unfortunately have to make sure you are awake when she patrols because she can't let you kick the blankets off again. You'll be fed and bundled up, plus set up with maybe some books or an activity before she leaves from now on. ♡

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Twice Interactive Story Part 1207

Talkin' About It (Nayeon, Sana)

Days passed by, and you are slowly recovering in the hospital, Momo and Jihyo constantly visit you everyday, but under your control, they has never met each other yet. You know they do care about you, but the frequency that they visit make you suspect they are monitoring you, don’t wanna give you any chance to meet Nayeon. The way that Nayeon reacts when you black out makes them worried.

As you are getting better, everytime of their visit is becoming more unusual, just with a little touch or caress, you are turned on, and you could just barely control yourself. Unlike that you can control yourself, Momo and Jihyo always show you their blurred eyes, the red lips are slightly parted, the flushed face of them looks they are giving you a free ride, they hold your neck tightly, just waiting for your next step.

You use this as an excuse to convince them to visit you lesser, so you can focus on working again, there are a lot of preliminary job that you need to do before Mina is back, you have asked Dahyun brings you your laptop here, so you could catch up your schedule.

Dahyun is not visit as frequently as Momo and Jihyo, she seems still cannot accept you still have girlfriends outside, everytime you want to talk about this issue, she just avoids it and start another topic. You don’t want to trigger her, so you can just wait her to accept it slowly.

Mina knows nothing about your illness, you know she is fighting for your future hardly in Japan, you don’t want her to worry about you, you would still call her everyday, listening to her nagging of how stressful she is working along.

Chaeyoung has tried to contact you at the day you blacked out, you try to contact her again afterwards, but she refuse to tell you why she called you so sudden, you just thought she is acting childish again, so you didn’t really put that in mind.

Just sending Jihyo leaves after your lunch, when you thought you can have some rest before Nayeon’s planned visit, a unexpected visitors arrive, it’s Sana. It’s the first time you see her dressing so causally, not as seductive that she used to wear when she is with you.

‘Boss, sorry for coming too late. Are you ok? We can’t work properly without you.’ Sana bites her lips before continue ‘And I hope your cock is ok too, I am kind of missing it. It’s been two weeks… we used to do it everyday in office…’

You wave Sana over, "I'm doing fine, Sana. Come over here." As Sana gets to your side, you take her hand in yours. "It has been a while, hasn't it? Have you been restraining yourself?" With your other hand, you reach for her cunt. Lightly touching it before moving your hand away. "I missed you too, Sana. There's something that I have to tell you." You start to explain the plan for taking her and the others you’re your department and working under Mina.

Sana's body jerks when you touch her clit, you can feel how wet she is, her sticky panties makes you know that she must has been wet at the moment she start wearing her panties. 'I never let other men touch it since you go, but didlo cannot satisfy me, I nearly go crazy... boss.' Sana says as she uncover her unders, showing how hungry she is.

You can see her clit is breathing, slightly parting away and close again soon, seducing men to go inside her. Sana's face blushes, 'Is there any reward for your slave's loyalty? I will go everywhere boss go, I will resign immediately if you need, please.' Sana takes a finger of you and starts licking it.

'I know you like stocking, but I am too wet to wear it, others will know I am a slut if they see my stocking is wet, sorry.'

"Don't you worry about that, Sana." You push your finger inside her mouth and feel her suck on it. You play with her tongue and smile. "Sit," you tell her while patting your lap. You don't wait for her, instead pulling her onto you. "You're such a good girl, Sana. I'll make sure to give you a big reward for restraining yourself." You pull your finger out of Sana's mouth and kiss her. Playing with her breasts through her clothes as she moans. You stop yourself, remembering Nayeon is coming. "But you'll have to wait a bit longer, Sana. I'm expecting someone else soon." You hear her whines and smile. You tilt her head down and put your forehead to hers, "Getting back to business... I'll make sure you come with me, Sana. I wouldn't want anyone else to be with you. I love you, Sana."

'It's not fun.' Sana slightly pushes your head away and avoids your sight. 'I am just your slave, I love your cock.' Sana says as she starts grinding on your cock, she holds your hands on her tits and lets you play with it. 'Shit... I kinda need this... but how come Mina is becoming our boss now... Ah...' Sana reaches her orgasm suddenly and splashes all over your gown.

You cup Sana's cheeks with one hand and force her to look at you. "If you're my slave that means I'm your master. And as your master I can do whatever I want, and that means I can love you." You play with Sana's tits eventually finding her nipple and squeezing it between your fingers. "You wouldn't deny your master, would you? As for Mina being our boss, I ended meeting her parents who hold a lot of power they'll be setting up a branch here and putting Mina in charge."

'With a lot of power? Mina... Mina Myoui... Myoui Mina?' Sana falls into deep thoughts, although you are still playing with her body.

'You mean Myoui's corporation? Jesus... it is the largest company in Japan!' Sana holds your cheek surprisingly and kisses you like a woodpecker.

'Wait... Will Myoui's stop us from being together if you marry Mina? I wanna be your slave for life... I need you... not your cock...'

You put your finger on Sana's lips, "I know you need me. Don't worry, it'll be fine. We can still be together." You move your hand down to her cunt, rubbing her lips and feeling how wet she is. "I want you so bad right now, Sana. But we have to wait until another time." You pull your hand away and press it against her lips, waiting for her to suck them clean. "How's the department been running, has Tzuyu helped you?"

'Our daughter is doing her job perfectly, but we still need you to lead us.' Sana swallows your finger just like giving you a blow job as usual. Her eyes lock on you, like begging you to give her more. The saliva drips from her lips, makes her look more needy. 'Can I have some reward for being loyal... Can I have a day with you, just like last time... Only you and me, I miss doing it alone with you, without Tzuyu.'

Sana let go of your finger and get closer to you, 'You can do anything to me, anything you want... just for your pleasure. I have found some motel that we can have fun with.' Sana's tease sends shivers to your spine, you start imagining what you can do with her.

'Please?' Sana begs you again as she licks your ear.

"Of course, I need to reward you." You nibble Sana's ear and rub her cunt, "I'll make sure you feel good. You might even need to take a day off. You'll be so sore." You slowly move my hands away from Sana and pat her butt. "Alright, Sana? Oh, and I'll be in at work as soon as I can. Try to keep things steady for a little while longer."

'But aren't we going to resign, it's fine, boss.' Sana answers, but then she was stopped by Nayeon's call.

You pick up the call and greet her, 'Nayeon, are you on the way?'

'Is anyone here?' Nayeon asks instead of answering you.

'Of course, no one is here. I am just waiting for you.'

Sana bites your finger when she hears you say you are alone now, you nearly moan from the pain, you slab her ass to tell her calm down.

'What is that sound? Is anyone here?' Nayeon asks curiously.

When you are figuring out how to answer it, your savior appears. 'Eooni, where are you going? Why are you having full makeup today?'

'I am going to find my friend.'

'Is it Y/N Oppa?'

'Stop the nonsense guessing lol' Nayeon replies to her sister.

You laugh quietly, "I guess I should hang up so I don't cause you problems. I'll see you in a while." You hang up after saying bye to Nayeon and glare at Sana. You pull Sana onto your body, feeling her ass against your crotch. "You really are a naughty girl, Sana. I'll have to punish you when we spend our day together." You knead Sana's breasts through her clothes. "You're all mine, Sana. My little sex slave that I love so much." You tease her as she squirms. When she gets close to her orgasm, you stop your actions. "You better get going now." You say as you squeeze her cheeks.

'Please... please let your slave cum...' Sana grinding on your crotch, her juices from the previous orgasm already make your gown wet, you not sure will Nayeon noticed anything when she arrives.

'Boss, you want to cum too, right? Just 10 mins... no, 5 minutes is enough.' Sana grinds harder and put your hands on her chest, let you feel her erected nipple inside her shirt.

You lean in and give Sana a kiss. Your tongue is playing with hers. You put on a timer for five minutes. "You have five minutes if you can't get me to cum in those five minutes then you don't get any." You start pulling on Sana's nipples, listening to her moans as You kiss her neck. "Get to work, Sana."

After hearing your permission, Sana does not hesitate for one more second and starts riding you fiercely.

'Ah! I am cumming already!' Sana cums instantly at the first moment you enter her. Her walls are much more tighter compared to last time you use her, you enjoy the suction from her tight pussy and keeps leaving hickeys on her neck.

You let Sana ride as you play with her tits and keep track of time. You don't want to get caught by Nayeon, so you keep an eye on the timer as you feel Sana cum again and again. "I think you've gotten more sensitive, Sana. It hasn't been more than two minutes and I've already felt you cum three times." You say, teasing her while you latch onto her breast and swirl your tongue around her nipple. "You're nearly out of time, and I don't think you'll get my cum this time." You tell her as you watch the clock tick down to the final two minutes.

Sana’s body jerks again when you are biting her nipples, ‘Please… boss, I need it…’ Sana holds your head in front of her tits, her movements are so slow as if she moves too fast, she would cum again, she looks at the timer, there is only one minute left.

Sana asks shyly, ‘Can you do me a flavor, boss?’ Before you could answer, you feel the suction from Sana’s pussy increase suddenly, she is clamping her walls to milk you. ‘Oh… Sana. When did you learn this?’ You release a moan from the sudden pleasure

‘Do you like it, boss? I have practiced it for a long time.’ Sana kisses your forehead and clamp her walls again.

You hold Sana's waist, rocking her back and forth on your cock. "You have one minute left, Sana. What do you want?" You ask, refocusing on her question for a moment.

‘Please, boss… I want your cum… I want you to fill me, please!’ Sana bites her lips and begs you, the timer that keep counting makes she panic, she clamps her wall again and again, trying her best to get your cum.

‘Ah… I am cumming…’ Sana reaches the orgasm again and collapses on you, she is already drained, but her walls keep milking you, waiting for you to fill her. When you thought that Sana has lose the game as the timer has ended the down count, you feel the suction from her increase again, and her womb has opened, seducing you to go deeper. Once you entered her womb, the entrance of her womb clamps your tips tightly, the nectars keep splashing on your cock, the warmness makes you reach the point of no return.

You shoot your cum into Sana's womb, your hands dig into her waist as you hold her tightly. "Ah, fuck. You did it, Sana. You got what you wanted." You pull out slowly and slam yourself in one more time for good measure. "You're a good girl, Sana. I'll make sure to give you all the cum you want and more on your special day." You whisper into her ear. You spank Sana, "Now get yourself cleaned up."

'I wish I could stay here for longer...' Sana struggle gets up and gets dressed. Sana helps you clean yourself before leaving, not wanting to leave any hints for the next visitor.

You then sleep on the bed again, use a tissue to rub your lips, and keep breathing heavily, pretending to be weak when Nayeon comes.

After not a long time, the door was opened, and it is Nayeon. From the dress she wears, you know she is well prepared for today, just like she is going to a date.

Nayeon seems shocked about how weak you are, 'Why are you... Aren't you recovering?' Nayeon frowns, seems worried about you.

You cough a few times and raise your hand toward her, waiting until she gets close enough to grab. "I-I need-" At that moment, you grab Nayeon's arm and pull her into you, stealing a kiss from her. You hold her close, enjoying the feeling of her soft lips until you eventually break the kiss. "I needed that." You say normally.

'Yah... Aren't you sick? Don't move.' Nayeon eventually did not resist you. She just leaves your arms and sits beside you, looks at you peacefully.

'Doctor said I am OK, but I am just recovering slowly.' You grab her hands and play with it, try to comfort Nayeon.

'Yah, why no one is here to take care of you? How can they leave you alone here?' Nayeon seems angry about that you are alone here.

'But did you just ask is anyone here?' You tease her again.

'This... This is not the same. Taking care of the patient is most important...' Nayeon blushes when she hears your answer.

You keep playing with her hand. "Thank you for coming, Nayeon. I missed you." You give her hand a small kiss, "I feel a lot better with you around."

'Don't you feel better when Momo or Jihyo is here?' Nayeon gives you a cold glaze. 'Dahyun has told me...'

'They have visiting and taking care of me constantly these days. They are tired too.'

'Isn't this their responsibility as your girlfriend?' Nayeon rolls her eyes as she is not satisfied that you still talk for them.

'It's not fair to you, Nayeon, I love you.'

'Drink some water.' Nayeon tries to change the topic.

'Feed me, please...' You lean closer and open your mouth.

'Ai... you...' Nayeon is complaining but still holds your head and feeds you slowly.

You pull her in your arms again when she doesn't notice, 'I want you to feed me like that...' You kiss her lips and feed her the water.

'Yah... what are you doing?' Nayeon hammers your chest.

'You are not happy, right? Your tone wasn't like usual...' You hold her head and force her to look at you.

'How can I act like when we are still dating? It's not the same anymore.' Nayeon looks at you with resentment.

"I know it isn't." You say as you pull her closer. "I just missed you so much, I can't help but act like this around you." You hold Nayeon's hands and kiss her neck softly. "Plus, didn't you tell the nurse you were my girlfriend too?" You whisper into her ear.

'I... I didn't promise you last time...' Nayeon's eyes shaking, avoiding your sight.

'Did you?' You squeeze her cheek and tease her.

'Because last time you lied to me...' Nayeon still acts hard verbally, but she still hugged you tightly. You know her is just trying to get the initiative.

'How about now?' You give her a smile and keep squeezing her cheek.

'Even for now, you are still telling lies. You did not tell me about Jihyo...' Nayeon squeezes your arms to show her dissatisfaction. ' If you willing to communicate, we will still be together. Why can't you go back to me that night? Then we won't break up in a rush...' Nayeon hugs you tightly.

You hug her back, "I'll be honest if that's what you want." You look into Nayeon's eyes. "Do you want me to tell you everything that's happened since we broke up?" You ask, looking at her and waiting for an answer.

‘Yes, I want to know… I want to know is Momo the only one that you cheated when we were together… I want to know how many girls you are dating now… I want to know… I want to know am I the most important for you… Can you answer me, Y/N? Tears start dripping from Nayeon’s eye.

‘Originally, I don’t want to talk about these, I wish we could just talk about us today, but I can’t… I am so confused, I just couldn’t get it off my mind… I wanna know am I still the one for you.’

You pull Nayeon onto your lap, holding her tightly against you. You tell her Momo was the only one while you were dating and go on to explain everything that's happened since. Once you’re done, you kiss the back of her head. "After all that, though, I could never get over you. You were in my dreams, I thought about you constantly. I love you, Nayeon. I still dream what could have been if none of this ever happened. I don't think I can live without you."

'Hum!' Nayeon gives you a hum and try to sit still again, but you just hold her hands tightly, not willing to let go.

Nayeon doesn't expect that you are so powerful even if you are sick now. She falls again on your chest as you are pulling her.

You kiss her lips before she says anything again, Nayeon just meant to resist for a second before eventually giving in. You know she wants it too, from the custom she wears today and the tone she talks about.

Nayeon is being aggressive as you feel she has opened her heart again. The pain on your lips forced you to open your eyes, Nayeon is biting you with her rabbit teeth. She is still closing her eyes but bites you harder.

You try to stop her, your hands keep going down, and rubbing her thighs that are exposed in the air. Nayeon didn't resist at all, the moan she released is tempting you to do more.

Nayeon breaks the kiss as she is out of air and looks at you seriously, 'You need to choose me firmly, I am the one who love you the most, and you need to love me the most.' Nayeon stares at you directly while enjoy your caress.

"Does that mean you want to get married?" You ask her teasingly as you rub her thighs. Your hand moves to her cunt rubbing it back and forth slowly. You kiss Nayeon again, "is that what you want?"

'Is this even a question?' Nayeon gives you a silly look. 'I am the one you should marry of course, I am the first!'

Nayeon's small moan turns you on, you slide you finger into her pussy, teasing her slowly, Nayeon doesn't want to give up easily, her hands snakes into your under, caressing your bulge 'Damn, are you really sick? You are so hard...' Nayeon says as she starts stroking.

"I told you, I feel better with you around." You tease Nayeon's clit, flicking it a few times before sliding a finger in her slit. You kiss her neck, making sure not to leave a hickey on her. "If you were around all the time, I'd be better than ever." You say before pressing your lips against hers.

'Then I will stay longer tonight... but no sex until you leave the hospital.' Nayeon keep stroking your cock and leans closer to you.

'You sure no one is coming later? What if Momo and Jihyo see we are doing this huh?'

"Don’t you want to show them your number one?" You tease while adding a second finger and pushing your fingers in deeper. "I love hearing you moan, Nayeon." You say quietly into her ear. "But it doesn't matter if they see, right? You want to show them you're number one."

'Jesus... Stop teasing me...' Nayeon releases another moan as you go deeper. Her walls are wet like a swamp, and the friction is becoming greater when you keep pushing your finger.

'I want them to know I am always your number one, but on your bed when you are out. I want to be the only one who can sleep with you on your bed, not Momo, not Jihyo, not your Japanese secretary. I have had enough of those lonely nights already...'

'Didn't you sleep with Jeongyeon, huh? Is she as good as me?' You keep teasing her and blow hot winds in her ear.

Nayeon's whole body shivers as you keep playing with her body, 'Stop mentioning about her... Of course, she is not good as you, she just got fingers... Ah...'

You shift your body, rubbing your cock against Nayeon's cunt. "I know you said no sex, but don't you want to try it again?" You say with a small smirk. "All you have to do is say the word." You whisper as you pull your fingers out and play with her clit instead. All while sliding your cock between her lips.

Nayeon bites her lips to muffle her moan, 'No... not here... I don't want to do it right now... Not in the hospital... Y/N, please...' Nayeon looks up at with you with a puppy eye and kisses you again.

'We will do it when we back home, ok? I want to lay on our bed together.' Nayeon withdraws her hand from your crotch and licks the precum on her fingers.

"Alright, but when I get out, we're going to do it all day, so you better be ready." You keep fingering Nayeon for a few more seconds before pulling your fingers out and tasting her. You leave some of her nectar on your fingers and let Nayeon have a taste of herself.

'You miss me really, ha?' Nayeon sucks your finger and looks at you seductively, 'We will not only do it for all day, we will do it everyday when I am back in the town, I will drain you when I am here.'

Nayeon adjusts herself in a better position to cuddle with you, 'Let's get some more rest, I will leave after you sleep.' Nayeon kisses your cheek again and closes her eyes.

You squeeze Nayeon, holding her close to you and taking in her scent, the soft smell of her perfume putting you to sleep slowly. You kiss her forehead, "I love you, Nayeon." You say before drifting off to sleep.

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