#is it just me or is the picture blurry… its fucking with my head-
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WHY IS NO ONE TALKING AB SCARY N HER CUTE BOOTS!!?! her COOL ASS LEVITATION BOOTS??? HELLOOOO???
#i decided to give her some striped pants for fun <3#we must give scary and her cute boots all of our attention!!#is it just me or is the picture blurry… its fucking with my head-#scary marlowe#scary dndads#dndads#dungeons and daddies#dndads s2#dungeons and daddies s2#dndads spoilers
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Somehow just kinda remembered about the Blue Whale Challenge all of a sudden. Ough dark times
#time diary(?)#audrey/kellie's time diary#.... should i tag this??#letting the brain talk#but yeah. uhm. still have that dhit kinda like. burned into my head. pictures bit blurry tho; but i know it was smth smth#a bloody body with marks making it look like a blue whale#good grief i was exposed to so much gore and horror-ish when i was young. that i feel sick to my stomach when i feel like#im getting used it seeing dead bodies rn. dead bodies in Palestine/Gaza/etc. i feel sick when i feel like i already got used to it#NOT‼️ a cry for help. just#thinking of my life. and oh fuck me#its fucked up
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random percy headcanons:
wants to be the photographer friend SO bad and he technically is but like 70% of the pics come out blurry or weird bc there was a monster attack in the middle of them. his instagram is truly so chaotic looking.
literally always has seashells on him someone will ask him for a pencil or spare change and he has to empty all his pockets of shells to find it. drops his backpack and a bunch of shells fall out. kicks his shoes off and sand and shells fly out and his mortal friends are like percy What the Fuck
his eyes glow underwater!! bioluminescent king. no one told him though and he didn't find out until he joined his school's swim team and terrified everyone (he managed to convince them his contacts were having a weird reaction to chlorine lmao)
he really likes art!! he doesn't just pretend to for rachel's sake he genuinely enjoys painting with her. he likes splatter paint, collages and pop art styles the best. one day after splitting some edibles they realized percy could manipulate water colors and went CRAZY with it
will ask to be excused during class and comes back like an hour later with scorch marks all over his face bleeding from one of his ears covered in dust missing three fingernails rips in his jeans and a fat lip and the teacher is like percy what the actual hell were you doing in the bathroom all this time and he's just like uhhhhhh I have ibs
the brand from camp jupiter did unfortunately (for sally) Unlock something in him lmfao he keeps getting shitty little tattoos. usually stick-n-poke but someone's friends cousin's girlfriend's brother has a gun that gets brought to parties every now and then. most of them are sloppy but you can tell what they are HOWEVER he has one that was supposed to be a seal that came out looking like one of those shitty ms paint crying memes. annabeth laughed at him for ten minutes straight when she saw it.
he wanted to dye his hair blue but he was too chicken to bleach his entire head so he just did the tips. his hair is curly though so it looks absolutely ridiculous but he loves it
percy and annabeth get a crusty little yappy white dog in college and he carries it around like a baby lmao
back to his chaotic instagram, he's got so many pics of him like, relaxing at the bottom of the mariana trench or hugging a giant squid or riding on a whale shark and his mortal friends all think he's just really good at photoshop and this is a very specific bit he decided to commit to. they're always like lol percy where do you even FIND these pictures are you subscribed to like scientific journals for the laughs? but no he just took them all on his shell phone
has an ongoing prank war with annabeth's little brothers bobby and matthew but like it's Unhinged. they're playing 5D chess and she has no idea whats going on
weird tshirts!!! he loves them! like
shit like this or those 'women want me fish fear me' shirts, anything with a funny or incomprehensible slogan is going in his closet right along with his band tees lmfao
bought estelle a panda pillow pet when she was born 🥺
can NOT bring himself to eat seafood no matter how many times poseidon has told him its fine. he's like NO these are my FRIENDS JONATHAN WAS TELLING ME ABOUT HIS GRANDDAUGHTERS WEDDING LITERALLY YESTERDAY WHY IS HE ON A PLATTER DAD. they had to give up and just start eating normal land food at the palace every time he comes to visit lmfao
gets into horsegirl antics with hazel she NEEDS to know everything the horses have to say. they spend hours gossiping in the stables.
movie nights in the poseidon cabin were 10000% a thing and when he was missing annabeth and thalia and grover (and a few others) would still sleep in there every now and then and talk about how much they miss him :(
percy and beckendorf had the worlds most elaborate handshake
he DOES impulse buy stuff just because they're ocean-themed. stuffed animals, home decor, school supplies, clothes, you name it he bought it if theres like a fish on it
has more scars from crashing off his skateboard than he does from monster attacks
grover is somehow the only person who's ever noticed percy is severely claustrophobic
has a deep passion for adele. I can't explain this one I just feel and know it to be true.
he and annabeth both proposed to each other at the same time and they were SO mad about it they kept yelling over each other's speeches lmao
he can SING but he doesn't know it. sally keeps trying to record him singing to himself but something always happens to the camera and she loses the evidence
called chiron a brony one time and mr d thought it was so funny he was nice to percy for an entire week
the camp keeps trying to convince him to teach sword fighting lessons to the younger kids but he can NOT bring himself to swing a sword at a 9 year old so he keeps getting injured
has the most complicated iced coffee order in the world his go-to local coffee shop finally just put the damn drink on the menu and named it after him
he IS the quiet kid in the back of your math class that always has his hood up to try and hide his headphones and eats increasingly elaborate meals out of his backpack when the teacher isn't looking. one time someone caught him with a rotisserie chicken in the middle of a geometry final.
he argued that he DID have enough to share with the class
currently obsessed with the image of him knocking back a container of sea salt as if it was a shot and his mortal friends being like hey! what the actual fuck! and he's just like uhhhhh anemia kills!
its his birthday<3
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“PLAYING WITH FIRE.”
༄ sypnosis. you show up to jujutsu high to pay satoru a visit on your day off, though that visit quickly turns into him bending you over in his office.
༄ note. ehh.. satoru brainrot. especially teacher satoru who’s a different person when you two r alone and away from his students.. slurps.
༄ tags. satoru x female reader. dom!satoru, sub!reader. unprotected sex, creampie, doggy style, degradation, objectification, kinda dubcon in one sentence, hair pulling, satoru takes pictures, bit of overstimulation, tiny bit of aftercare.
satoru had been trying very hard to keep his hands off of you in front of his students after you walked into his classroom. you used the famous excuse of ‘dropping off his forgotten lunch’ to bother your boyfriend at work.
you were all dolled up, make up done nicely while wearing a skimpy outfit that was almost scandalous to attend a prestigious school in.
satoru caved in immediately the moment you two were alone in the privacy of his office.
“n’more.. no more— please.” you babble mindlessly, a string of your own saliva trickling down the corner of your mouth and onto your chin.
“ah, fuck, you can do it, baby; just hold on f’me.” satoru reassures you through deep grunts, clamping a hand on your mouth to prevent you from making too much noise.
not that that’d be able to muffle the squelchy sounds that echoed throughout his office every time he plunged his cock into your sopping cunt.
“haah, shit— let me put that pretty mouth of yours to use, c’mon.”
two of his long fingers slide between your lips and without hesitation, you twirl your tongue around and suck at them as if on cue.
“mhh, just like that.” satoru hisses as he feels your saliva coat his skin while his other hand circles your clit.
his eyes wander down to your ass and the way it jiggles each time he slams his hips against the plump flesh.
satoru was also completely entranced by the sight of his cock—now glazed with a mixture of your juices— disappearing and reappearing not a second afterwards with each thrust.
“holy shit, y’re such a slutty thing.” a groan leaves his lips and you can feel him twitch inside of you the minute you tighten up around him. his filthy words were making your legs shake.
“yeah? ya like that, hm?” satoru’s hand which stimulated your clit left its place only to grab a fistful of your hair to yank your head back,
“bet you do, ‘cause this is exactly what you wanted by comin’ here dressed like that.”
you whine and dig your nails into the wooden surface beneath you, vision blurry as you feel the tears form due to satoru pulling at your hair. not only that; satoru knew just how to angle his hips to be able to hit the furthest parts of your sloppy pussy.
“nnh— yes, yes! fuck.” your desperate cries were muffled as you continued to suck on satoru’s fingers with your drool dripping down onto his desk.
satoru’s bangs clung onto his forehead, the sweat running down his skin making it hard for his glasses to properly remain on the bridge of his nose.
“so eager- so fuckin’ eager for a cock to fill you up.” satoru lets the words roll off the tongue in the heat of the moment.
you know that you got him extremely riled up when satoru’s being like this. it’s attractive to say the least; you’ve always loved it whenever he lets go of any self-control and just straight up fucks you brainless—not caring where you two may be.
his desk trembles with each intense thrust. the various objects on it threatening to fall as they all neared the edge due to the vibrations from your bodies.
it’s not like your boyfriend cared about the mess he’d make of his office when he’d rather make a mess out of you and your aching cunt.
“gonna—fuck—cum in your pussy, yeah? gonna have ya walk ‘round campus with my cum.”
you mindlessly nod along, babbling something incoherent that sounded like a ‘yes, please’ to satoru’s ears. and if it wasn’t, well, he’d do it anyway.
the thought of you walking out of his office afterwards with his hot load leaking out of your sweet cunt, you subtly trying to hide the liquid with your skirt since he ripped your panties apart; it drove him to the edge of insanity.
“shit, shit, shit.” curses leave satoru’s lips as he feels the pleasure building up to the point of release, “‘m gonna cum so hard— fuck!”
a deep groan echoes in your ears as you feel spurts of hot, thick cum flood your aching pussy— seeping straight into your womb.
“ngh— ‘toru!” you gasp for air once his fingers left your mouth so that satoru could grab onto your hips.
“stay still, angel. mm— have’ta make sure it stays.” the white-haired man adds in a husky tone and continues to pump into you with a few firm and deep strokes.
his blue eyes peered through his glasses at the sinful view of the white liquid overflowing and slowly dripping onto your thighs.
after making sure to push his cum as far as possible, satoru pulls out with a hiss.
just when you thought it’d be over, you could feel him rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your cunt— smearing his cum, along with your own juices, all over your folds.
“now that’s a sight.” satoru hums slightly, licking his lips before bending his upper body forward. his chest was flush against your back while you tried to catch your breath on his desk.
soft pecks were placed all over the back of your neck, one last one on your forehead.
“you did so well, baby.” he reassures you, tone and expression back to his usual soft one.
you smile back tiredly at him as you mumble a quick ‘thank you’ between deep breaths. your exhausted eyes followed satoru’s hands as they searched for something in his pockets.
a grin spreads on his face before he leans down again to whisper into your ear, one hand caressing your back while the other held his phone.
“be good for me and stay bent over like that, m’kay? need to take a pic of the mess i made.”
#sttoru writes.#jjk smut#jjk x reader#gojo smut#gojo x reader#jjk x you#gojo x you#satoru x reader#satoru smut
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PLS write smut for Hazel from bottoms..I need her so bad I fear..maybe like subtop!hazel..is her having a strap too far..I need her..
this is not. a full fledged fic. but this is the first time in a sec that ive let myself be inspired by an ask. this is weirdly switcher and just pure gay-sexier than it is subby!hazel. lmk if you want things to get subbier, bc i can probably do that. but for rn i have.. this image.. and i want you to walk with me on this but also hold my hand because i'm #supershy,
(minors [including 17 year olds 🙏🏽] dni fr, under the cut: not that proofread. strap lol (r!r), foul language, breeding... language... (my bad) (hazel has a strap tho), subtop!hazel except i could've made this shit so much worse so i guess switch!hazel but like, switch!reader, idk everyone's just a whore. there's an "i love you" (or.. multiple, i guess). there's a mirror. there's a vibrator. purely stream of consciousness, i don't even think the position they're fucking in makes physical sense fr. i was bored and i was thinking, so i wrote a lot. this whole thing is not realistic btw. i have very little confidence that hazel's blowing anyone's back out, but. it's my first day out in a min so i'm rusty. all respect to the community. next time when i pull up, i'll offer something a little more tame and saccharine as opposed to [exaggerated p*rnstar moans!!!]. reblogs and whatnot appreciated.)
so, i have this .. picture.
of you putting a bullet vibe in the pocket of hazel's strap before she fucks you from behind for the first time.
she eventually finds the confidence to blow your back out, and tbh, you think it's gonna end with you seeing stars because you can already hear the fucking lottery machines going off in your head. she's fucking you so well, and hazel's problem is that you're letting her know.
at first she thinks she's going crazy. but those fucking mewls into the pillow over how deep she is, how she's making you feel so good, how you've missed her so much, are sending shocks through her clit that the vibe keeps amplifying, everytime her pelvis hits your ass.
if she thrusts hard enough, which god knows she does, it almost makes her buckle over.
you're left clenching the sheets, and gasping against the linen while she fucks you, taking you in a way that's so uncharacteristically perverse that you don't even have the brain capacity to ask yourself why you didn't ask her to take you like this, sooner. her thrusts are quick and shallow, her words breathy and a little sharp. with every jolt of your body forwards as she experimentally blows your back out, it's like you feel yourself becoming more and more removed from this fucking planet. you can't help but cry -- sob, even -- as she makes you into a mess of limbs, leaving you tugging at your tits in one split second, and gripping at the sheets the next.
something happens, though.
where her hips rut into yours in deep, hard thrusts, spaced out by what feels like eternities, you can hear her. she's moaning now, breath quickening and chest rippling everytime her crotch hits yours at a particular angle. she's mewling, and unless you're hallucinating from how fucked up you are, you can hear her --
"fuck... f--uuh--ck, fuck, fuckfuck..."
-- silently beginning to whimper.
the girl goes from bullying your cunt to burying her strap deep enough in it to make the apex of its curve nudge against your g-spot, in a way that leaves your mouth hanging wide open with nothing spilling out of it maybe other than drool, but...
it's the slick warmth of hazel's back pressed nearly flush against yours and the heat of her breath against your shoulder that makes your eyes flutter open, facing your reflection in the floor-length mirror stationed across from hazel's bed.
hazel's in it so deep, you can't even see the strap anymore. and by no exaggeration, it's like an earthquake pulses through her body everytime she nudges her hips into your ass, making your vision blurry. she's rutting into you. greedily grinding her strap into your cunt in the effort of chasing her own high.
it wasn't a secret that hazel was sensitive. more often than not, the poor girl writhed against your mouth whenever she let you put it on her ("let you" is a loose sentence -- she begs for it, sometimes). you don't even know why you're surprised that your girlfriend is getting this close over having a bullet vibe pressed against her clit, hardly protected by fabric. "b--babe--"
what sounds like a plea, amongst the feeling of hazel's thighs trembling against the back of yours, inspires something sinister inside you.
you wind your hips against her, pressing back against the strap and the toy. the sight of your ass rolling against hazel's pelvis, combined with how good it feels is gonna actually, like, make hazel fucking--
"don't cum."
she loses her breath, entirely, and her rhythm, apparently. she slows, as if that was her body's instinct to obey your orders, despite the string of breaths that tumbles out of her mouth. "n-- wha-- fuck, no, nonono--"
you wind your hips deeper into hers, extracting a moan from your own throat -- fuck, maybe your gut, since that's how deep you could feel her. you press your ass into her until you feel the buzz of the vibe against folds, the frequency of it changing and humming as you press it further into her clit. "y--es," you grit. "don't fucking cum yet, hazel."
the dull, rolling vibrations through the fabric of the strap draw hazel's eyes into the back of her head, and then closed. she's grunting now -- or all of the above -- and she tries her best to unchap her lips, fruitlessly dragging over them. the little breaths she takes through them only brings them back to being puffy, pink, and a gateway of noise that gives evidence to struggle.
"gonna let me count you down?" you puff out your sentence in one breath, and hazel can fucking hear the grin in your still-fucked-out tone and it makes her whine louder.
"yeah? gonna fuckin' let me count you down so you can cum in me, haze?"
cum.. in you. three words that you'd never even fucking uttered to her before this, and that she never fucking thought she would ever hear and.. it looks like she can't complain, because her eyes roll into the back of her head and hazel swears that she -- at least, briefly -- meets jesus christ, "oh my god--," hazel slurs, hips rolling impossibly deeper into yours, it's a miracle she hasn't swabbed your cervix yet -- "ohmygod, oh my god--"
"three..."
ohfuck. ohfuck,ohfuck,ohfuck,ohfuck. it's the soft chorus that she whispers to herself as she starts to fuck herself into you, again, opting for thrusts as a means of trying to regain control with no consideration for your demise. the vision of her blurs in the mirror, and you feel your fists grasping at her sheets again.
"fuck--" you croak. "t--two.."
she pulls you further into her, and at this point, hazel's okay with being written off as a lost cause, 'cause fuck, it's not like she has a choice. the strap brief is soaked and it's entirely your fault, and god, she throws her head back. a mess of words, a mess of sensations, hazel just blurts, "oh my g--od--i love you--"
you burst out laughing at the random proclamation, admist everything.
she forces her head down to watch you, jaw hung open. and at this point, she's just speaking. rambling and slurring and gasping, tears-in-eyes-in-awe-and-all, as she watches you throw your ass back against her.
"iloveyou so much, you're so f--ucking hot, whatthefuck?--"
there's something weirdly sweet about it. something that makes your cunt clench around the strap in a way that hollows you out shortly thereafter, and lets hazel hit that fucking spot just right. before you know it, you're wherever hazel is, cunt fully creaming around the silicon.
"i love you--" you dumbly spit out a giggle, a gasp causing a steam of spit to cascade off your bottom lip and onto hazel's navy sheets. "babe," you warn. "ohfuck, ohmyfuckinggod, you're gonna make me cu---"
"fuckingsayone," hazel, unbelievably pleads while she unbelievably spears her strap into your cunt. "oh my fucking god, say one, please, please, pleaseplease--"
she starts begging. unprompted. "it's s-so good, it's so, so good, feels so fucking good, wanna c--um in you--" and she probably repeats it. probably repeats that she wants to cum in you until she's blue in the face and,
"o-one--"
until you let her.
the noise that's ripped from hazel's throat is .. embarrassing. virginal, almost. fully reverberates off the walls, and she trembles. her clit convulses against the vibe, twitching with every short stream of her release and she folds. poor girl was holding your hips for something -- for reassurance, to get a grip, dear life, perhaps? as her hips languidly fuck and press into the surface of your ass., rocking your near limp-frame after you've pretty much creamed all over her strap.
hazel hangs over you for god knows how long, dark hair shaggy and some strands stuck to her forehead in wavy wisps. cheeks flushed, and lower lip bitten to hell. the bullet vibe fucking dies, thank god almighty, because god knows she was not in any shape to reach down and turn it off.
she stays like that for a while, until she you feel her again. this time, only gentler, and much more like herself. soft hands caressing the skin of your back, her breath warm and shaky as she peppers a splay of kisses across your skin.
as you come from the surface of your own high, you feel yourself hum. still full of her, and dizzy with it. despite it, you manage -- slurring, slightly.
"haze?"
there's a hum, somewhere.
"did that really feel that good?"
hazel distantly nods, brown locks brushing against your back.
"uh.." hazel frowns, letting out a weak laugh. "y-yeah, honestly."
the mental note gets filed away somewhere deep in the haze of your brain and you grin, when you press your ass one against her just for shits and giggles and hear her gasp, from the sensitivity of it alone.
"that's my girl."
#hazel callahan x reader#hazel callahan#lesbian#wlw#lgbt#bottoms 2023#merry fuckin christmas#i am logging out see you in like 12-15-35 hours
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firstly I would like to thank you for feeding the horny goblin in me, now I've come back for more janitor shit and I had the dumbest prompt in mind! I don't know if you've seen White Chicks, specifically the beach scene ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) look it up if u haven't seen it but PICTURE IT:
dumb shy ready is walking along the halls doing something, doesn't see the wet floor sign and slips, on the floor like a starfish and dizzy from the impact; janitor comes and stands over them, reader's vision is blurry at first so they don't realize his junk is all up in their face (cause I imagine he's packing both ways 👀) - I will use this excuse as he's helping us up to cop a feel of his cake, I bet its heavy and I'd need both hands to hold one cheek AAHHHHHHH---
I will pay you to let me touch the butt
P L E A S E
"ugh... my head..."
you grumble, eyes still half shut. what even happened..? you were just walking, trying to get to class... your hands reach up to your face, trying to rub them only to realise that 'hey, it's kinda dark'.
your eyes immediately shoot open, wanting to figure out why it was so dark but to your horror, your crush was hovering over you. with his grey sweatpants... and... prominent bulge....
"shit- ah you're awake! I'm so glad!"
he murmurs, bending down as his worried face comes close to yours. his relieved sighs of relief help him to forget why he was so panicked in the first place. thank goodness you were alright! he'd never forgive himself if his lovely sweetheart died because of wet floor!
but to you, all you could focus on was how his round, plump and juicy ass was just mere centimetres away from you.
'i could touch it...'
devious thoughts swirled through your head as you completely ignored the janitor and his thankful prayers to god. your eyes were blank, filled with silly thoughts as you reached your hand out and...
"my ass- wait are you..."
time slows as you grope and squish the janitor's ass, totally mesmerized with the feeling of it. you didn't stop, no. not even when the janitor tried to tap you lightly with his shaky hands. you were far too lost in the amazing feeling of his juicy ass. only when soft moans flowed like music into your ears did you truly snap out of your drunken stupor.
your hands immediately retract back as your cheeks rush with blood.
"I-I'm so sorry!"
you gasp out, trying to excuse your pervertic actions. but to the older man whose cheeks were flushed, eyes hazy with lust, no excuse would ever be enough.
you tried wiggling away, to escape as usual. however this time, the janitor had the upper hand. he plopped himself down on your hips, toned arms crossed over his chest as he smirks.
internally you were screaming. but on the outside you were only babbling nonsense, trying to comprehend what was going on. what was the janitor doing?! was he mad?! no no no! your chances of being with him had to be in the negatives now!
...was what you thought until the janitor leaned forward, hands beside your head as his... man thing poked you.
"didn't know you were into me too... ah today really is a good day. thought you were scared of me or something..."
he hummed as his lips grazed yours. shit?! what the fuck was going on?!
"now... could you please touch me and finish what you started? consider this punishment for making me worried."
#suiana's sinners#yandere#tw yandere#yandere x reader#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#yandere drabbles#yandere janitor#yandere janitor x reader#suiana brainrotting#suiana rambling
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[CYMX-461] "My Roommates And I Were Playing Monopoly And Suddenly, One Of Them Lets Me Fuck Her Ass To Pay The Rent! Will My Other Roommate Be Okay With Us Fucking Right In Front Of Her?"
LOOΠΔ/ARTMS/ODD EYE CIRCLE Choerry x LOOΠΔ/ARTMS/ODD EYE CIRCLE Jinsoul x Male Reader
Word Count: 5424 words
Categories: smut, anal, masturbation, oral, more anal, threesome, squirting (?), just pure anal, commission
Commission Details: a big-sized of mint choco ice cream (2k-4k words)
Trigger Warning: mentions of alcohol
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"Come ooooon, oppa! It'll be quick, I promise!" Yerim said while dragging you to the photo booth.
"With this much stuff?" you said while holding up three plastic bags containing food and drinks for dinner tonight.
"Don't worry about it! Just a few pictures and then we'll be on our way home alright? Please, oppa? Pretty pleeeeease?" Yerim insisted, showing her puppy eyes while holding onto your right arm.
Goodness, she's so cute!
You sighed. "Last stop, then we're heading home."
Yerim squealed with delight. You both then entered the photo booth, her hands dragging you along by your arm. Yerim's impatience caught up with you before you could even put the plastic bags down. She quickly inserted some coins into the machine and pressed the shutter button.
"Get ready to take your photo!"
"Woah hold on—"
"Say cheese!"
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Yerim's heartful laughter resonated across the quiet street. It's been about ten minutes and still, she couldn't stop busting a gut over your face in the pictures you both took earlier at the photo booth.
"Are you done Yerim?" you asked, blatantly annoyed by her playfulness.
The dark brown-haired girl who was holding her belly began to calm down, before bursting out in another series of giggles once again.
"Sorry, sorry, I just can't get over how funny you looked in these photos oppa!" Yerim reminded you of the photos you both took just a little while ago.
They turned out great in her eyes, but not in yours. Yerim had different expressions and poses, while you looked silly in a few photos due to the sudden rush. One picture that cracks Yerim up was where you were just a blurry thing behind her.
"Well, if someone cared to wait for a little bit, then the pictures would turn out good!" you exclaimed.
"Hehehe, sorry oppa! I just wanted to make it quick. Besides, Jinsol unnie's probably waiting for us at home."
You looked at your wristwatch. "Oof, yeah, it's already ten. Let's hurry then, we don't want the tiger to show its fangs again!"
Yerim giggled. "That was unnie's fault! She didn't tell me about waking her up for class yesterday! You see, I-"
As Yerim continued defending herself about what happened the morning before, you both eventually arrived at your shared apartment after a few turns. Inside the apartment, Yerim then cheekily hopped on each staircase, leading up to the third floor. You tried catching up to her, but you're not taking the risk of potentially dropping the dinner for tonight — it was all on you as well.
The doorbell rang a couple of times, startling Jinsol who was watching a variety show on the TV. After clumsily falling off the couch because of the shock, Jinsol rushed towards the door to open it.
"Unnie!" Yerim shrieked out like she hadn't seen Jinsol for days.
“Jeez, you're so loud! You were only out for two hours!”
“And that’s enough for me to miss you!" Yerim instantly hugged Jinsol who had a mix of concerned and disgusted looks on her face.
"Bro, that's cringe," Jinsol answered, but quickly returned the hug.
You went inside the apartment quietly, unnoticed by the two lovebirds. You gave a low sigh after seeing the mess in the living room caused by the woman who was still stuck in Yerim's embrace. Jinsol loves building and playing around with Gundam figurines, but you're not a big fan of how many of the small parts are scattered around the house after she's done with them. Even after you have countlessly stepped onto them and screamed out in pain, you never really complained about it to Jinsol since you knew that she wouldn't listen.
That is the truth of living in this apartment with these two — Choi Yerim and Jung Jinsol. One is an enthusiastic and extremely extroverted girl with no shame, and another one is a quiet, dorky, and yet chaotic girl who was possibly a man in her past life. At the very least, your apartment doesn't feel too quiet with these two hanging around.
After cleaning a bit of Jinsol's work on the table, you put down the plastic bags and got out the four boxes of food, three canned beer, and a box of two strawberry cake slices.
"Stop getting onto my back, you're heavy!" Jinsol exclaimed.
Yerim whined, "Ah, you're so mean unnie!"
Both of them made their way to the living room with Yerim clinging onto Jinsol like glue, hugging her by the waist. Once you opened a box with tteokbokki inside, the smell disseminated into the air, making everyone in the living room drool. Jinsol didn’t waste anymore time as she jumped over the couch and sat down on the floor. Yerim joined in soon after, sitting beside Jinsol and grabbed a drink.
“Sheeeesh, this is a lot!” Jinsol exclaimed. “Can we even finish this? And cakes? Seriously?”
“What’s wrong with them, unnie?” Yerim asked. “I’ve been craving a cake for days! They’re also perfect for desserts!”
“Well, you better finish it! The fridge is already full from your yogurts and jellies. Can’t even store that beef tripe that I got from my mom yesterday.” Jinsol complained.
“You could just have a few to make more space, I don't mind! I can buy more!”
“I could, if the yogurts weren’t coconut flavor-”
You stopped the argument by letting Jinsol smell the box that you held in front of her face, the smell that she knew all too well — chicken feet. “Will this shut you up?”
Jinsol gasped and grabbed the box off of your hand. “For me?! You actually got it?!”
“As a thank you for helping me with my thesis the other day.”
"Bro, I said it was nothing, really. Thanks anyways!"
As everybody has their own set of meals, the three of you — mainly Yerim and Jinsol, enjoy the late dinner. It doesn't hurt to treat them once in a while, so you feel just as happy as they are. Not to mention, it's been a while too since all of you spent some time together in the house. Balancing work and study is already hard enough, and as cold as you were, you definitely don't want to add social life to the list.
"Oh yeah, can I borrow your notes from account class oppa? I forgot to jot down a few things." Yerim said in a muffled voice — her mouth was filled with food inside.
"Later, I haven't finished filtering it."
Jinsol looked confused. "The fuck? You filter your notes?" she asked, emphasizing the word 'filter' with her fingers.
"It means making the notes more readable for me."
"Mhm, that's why I like borrowing his notes! It's soooo much easier to read than Professor Haseul's slides!" Yerim butted in the conversation, her mouth still full with food.
"Wow, dude. I really gotta learn some stuff from you. Can I have a bit of yours?" Jinsol points to your food with her chopsticks.
"Help yourself, noona. I already ate a bit before this." Jinsol already took half of your kimbap before you even finished talking.
"With a certain… professor perhaps?" Yerim teased you and took a sip of her drink, grinning from ear to ear.
"Hey, I thought we were done with that!" you groaned.
"Doesn't help when you're the only male student that has ever been asked out by the hot and gorgeous Ms. Saerom herself!"
Jinsol was baffled once again with Yerim's statement, clearly showing her boomer attitude. She then asked, "How come that I don't know about this?"
"What the— you didn't know unnie?! It was hot shit in our class! It's like this…" Yerim then continued to ramble all about the embarrassing incident you had with the aforementioned professor with Jinsol who was weirdly interested.
Please, just end me now.
An hour has passed. Your ears were traumatized with Yerim's story and Jinsol laughter. What an eventful dinner, you thought to yourself. The three of you were finishing up on your dinner, mainly Yerim having to finish her cakes.
"Ooh ooh, do you both have anything to do after this?" Yerim excitedly asked.
You and Jinsol looked at each other before answering, "No, not really. Jinx!"
Yerim's eyes brightened up. "How about we do something together tonight? It's been a while you know!"
"What do you have in mind?" you asked.
Yerim thought to herself for a while, before her ears perked. She then quickly ran to her room.
"I still can't believe you rejected Ms. Saerom." Jinsol said, giggling quietly right after. You just shook your head in response.
Not long after, Yerim jumped out of her room and hopped towards the living room with a box in hand. "How about a game… of Monopoly?!"
You and Jinsol stared blankly at the box that Yerim held up in the air.
"I've got notes to filter." you said, and at the same time, Jinsol answered, "I gotta clean the toilet."
"Hey! You guys are no fun!" Yerim pouted, making both of you laugh out loud. "Come on now, both of you! Do you guys wanna play or not?"
You patted on the floor, signaling Yerim to sit down. "Alright alright, let's play. Sorry about that."
Yerim smiled and sat down beside you. You cleaned up the table, threw away all the food packages and cans while Yerim and Jinsol prepared the board game. Once you got back to the living room, Yerim and Jinsol were already counting the game's money.
"Oppa, which one do you want?" Yerim asked you to choose between the five tokens. With no thought in mind, you just picked one that resembles a hat. Jinsol then gave you the money for the game.
"Let's do rock paper scissors to decide our turn!" Yerim suggested.
"No no no, let's go by age." Jinsol declined Yerim's suggestion, in which she replied back with a head shake.
"Not fair, because you get to go first!"
"It doesn't change how the game plays!"
"The first player usually has a higher advantage to win!"
"And the first few Monopoly players went by age to play!"
"So then what? I'm not falling for your tricks again, unnie!" Before Yerim could press Jinsol further, your expression caught her eyes. The "I'm so done" expression on your face said it all — it's the girl's battleground and you have no right to speak. She immediately ended the argument as she doesn't want you to feel left out. "Y-You know what, oppa, you go first."
"Eh? So suddenly?" Yerim nods her head.
"Well, if you say so. I'm still gonna win though!" Jinsol surrendered as well. A bit odd this time since it usually ended up with either one of them winning, but you couldn't care any less. You started off the game as Yerim gave you the two dices, and it marked the starting point to an endless night.
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Yerim was sweating. Not because it was hot, and not because of the beer she drank. It's because of her current situation. Two hours have passed, and her roommate has been on the road to taking the win for the game. Almost all the entire property on the board was owned by him, and it is clearly shown by how much money he has on hand.
"It's your turn noona." he said after buying a hotel on one of his properties.
"Man, this sucks." Jinsol whined and rolled the dice. Both of the dice showed a three — she landed on her own property! A silent "Yes!" was heard from her lips before she made her move on the board.
"That won't last for long." he teased Jinsol who just gave a sigh out of relief.
"You mean my luck? The one that won't last that long is your money! Your turn Yerim!" Jinsol fought back and took a sip of her can of beer, her words are as striking as an anime protagonist.
Throughout all of this, Yerim was lost in thought. Two things were running around her mind — her game and her crush. On the board, she was at the worst place, where any move she made was guaranteed to land on his property. Unless she rolls an exact number of 11 on the dice, she would have to pull a Chance Card. Her money was also running out, so if she got unlucky, the only option for her was to declare bankruptcy and lose, or plan B.
"Yah, what's taking you so long?" Jinsol snapped Yerim out of her trance. She was shaking up the dice inside her hands for almost a minute.
"Oh, sorry! H-Here goes nothing!" Yerim released the dice and it rolled to a number of five—
Come on, come on, come onnnn!
—and a four, totalling up for a nine.
Yerim was stunned. Amidst the laughter from Jinsol, she needed to think and act quickly. Is she about to lose to this board game that gives her no benefit, or take a chance that she'll probably regret in a long time if it goes wrong?
Fuck it, it's plan B!
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"Come on Yerimie, make your move~" you teased Yerim. Finally, this game is gonna end soon. I really need to sleep.
You noticed that Yerim's eyes were calm and her lips had a bittersweet smile — an expression that you knew very well. You and Jinsol call it the "I accept my fate" look and because of its rarity, you were a bit weirded out by her behavior. Especially that she had a bit of alcohol too. Typically at this point, she would whine about going to lose.
Yerim moved her token while counting down, "One, two, three, four,-" she stopped for a while, and continued, "-five, six, seven, eight, and nine."
"Well, well, well, looks like it's gonna be between the two of us now, noon—"
"Hold on!" Yerim cuts you off, the loudness of it shocked Jinsol.
"Ow, my goddamn ear— you've lost Yerim! What else can you do?" Jinsol groaned.
"There's… something that I can do."
"Like what, taking a loan—" Jinsol's eyes widened at the scene unfolding in front of her.
Without any hesitation, Yerim placed a hand on your shoulder, got closer to your face and connected both of your lips together. Jinsol's "Ehh?!'' was useless to Yerim's ear as she deepened the kiss. Meanwhile, you just eased into the kiss, instead of freaking out. Possibly because the beer has seeped into your brain, immobilizing you from denying her sudden action.
"Fuck my ass."
“Wha—“
The simple kiss then elevated to a make out, with Yerim acting as the guide to both of your tongues, twirling against one another. Your consciousness returns after a few seconds, realizing the state that you were in. As Yerim was pulling you in by the waist, sliding her hands under your shirt and feeling your body with her fingers, you begin to resist the fall into temptation— she's your roommate for heaven's sake!
Curse you, alcohol!
Yerim noticed how you were flinching around, obviously denying her actions. Putting a halt to the slightly forced make out, she smirked and whispered softly into your ear, "Don't worry oppa, I'm not drunk. I just wanna pay my rent."
"B-But Yerim, don't you think we should uhh…" Look beside you, and Jinsol was still there, with an annoyi— Wait, she's smiling?
"Don't mind me, just go on ahead." Jinsol said while getting up. "Don't go too rough on my Yerim, you hear me?" You nod slightly in response.
Jinsol then quickly made her way to the toilet, leaving both you and Yerim alone in the living room with your mouths open.
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Jinsol closed the toilet door behind her and leaned against it. She bit her lips desperately — it has been a while since she'd seen a view so hot, especially when it's her two hot roommates.
Jinsol once mentioned that she doesn't like both of her roommates in a romantic manner. In fact, she has taken an interest in someone else and made a lot of progress with them. However, when it comes to her sexual desires, no one truly knows how much Jinsol craves to get a good fucking, and she's not really picky about the details.
Fuck, how she just pulled him into it is so hot! Where did Yerim learn how to do that?
Jinsol lets her intrusive thoughts win as her hands slipped under her shorts and underwear, reaching towards her already warm pussy. A gulp down her throat, and she was half naked in an instant.
This is so wrong. What if they found out that I'm touching myself to them fucking?
Her denial was thrown out of the window as Jinsol's ear caught Yerim's low moans, letting her imagination run wild. It can't be helped that she has seen both her roommates in only their underwear once, so she only has to fill in the missing details. Hesitation was evident in her eyes but as Yerim’s moans become more vocal, it breaks her out of the shell of anxiety.
A quick one wouldn't hurt.
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"I'm paying with my ass, oppa. Fuck my ass until you're satisfied."
Once the toilet door was heard closing, you both wasted no time making out once again. Being the fuel of this fire, Yerim tugged onto your shirt and moved herself to sit on your lap. You didn't back down however, as lust has taken over you, by grabbing her plump ass. The shorts that she's wearing were tantalizing at best. Her milky thighs were wrapped around your waist, evidently driving you nuts with a tent already forming in your pants.
"I've been waiting for this moment, oppa. You don't know how many times I've touched myself to you." Yerim words sent shivers down your spine, and more of it came right after as she pressed her lower body onto yours, letting you feel the warmth of her core. It seemed that Yerim did her research properly beforehand as she got out a small bottle of lube from the pocket of her shorts and placed it aside.
"Holy fuck, Yerim." Your head fell onto Yerim's right shoulder, enjoying the constant dopamine. You guide her hips by her ass, creating delicious frictions on each other's crotch. Whimpers and moans filled the room quickly, body temperatures were rising rapidly, and your undergarments were getting wet.
Yerim bit her lips, and with it came her anticipation. “Mmm, I knew that you were big after all oppa.”
Your hands did a quick work of taking away Yerim's shorts. Her moans grew louder as you were now free to fondle her bare ass. Your fingers slipped under her thin panties and were met with heat and slick, which further enthralled Yerim. The tip of your middle finger trailed down in between her ass and grazed over her pussy.
"Mmfh, that's it oppa! Touch me more!"
While Yerim undid your pants and underwear, you rubbed her vagina in circles, making sure she stayed wet and warm. Your cock plopped out, and throbbed with each sway of Yerim's hips. She then squeezed some lube on her hands and spread it all along your length to prepare you. Yerim begged and whimpered for you to put it in her ass as soon as you guided the tip of your cock so she could feel you fully.
“Please oppa, put that big fucking cock inside me! Please please please please ple— Ngh!" Yerim yelped as you smacked her butt hard.
"Shut up."
You rubbed your cock on her dripping pussy for a while, making sure that it was fully lubed up before penetrating the tight hole. Only the tip was inside her, but it gave such an intense reaction that both of your bodies jerked. Your hips lifted itself upwards slowly, and with it came a loud groan and your shaft getting deeper into Yerim.
When you successfully conquered her asshole’s resistance, Yerim wailed, immediately pulling you in for a hug with her face buried into the crook of your neck. Worriness seeped in as you felt a sudden wetness on your neck and Yerim breathing in and out profusely.
"You okay?"
“Sorry… this is… my first time.” Yerim said in between breaths.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Uhh, okay, I’ll pull out—”
Yerim suddenly sank her hips deeper into you, making you both moan and jerk once again. “Oppa, please… I’m okay. I like it.” She bit her lips again, her body reacting to each throb of you inside her, before reassuring you, “I’m yours for the— mmh! For the night. Treat me however you— fuuuuck~! Treat me however you want, please!”
Though you were hesitant, your body said the exact opposite as your hips began thrusting upwards. Both of your hands were on Yerim's sinful waist to guide the rhythm of your thrusts. There's too much for you to focus on — Yerim's lustful sounds, the tightness of her asshole, the delicious jiggles of her thighs, the alluring scent of her soothing fragrance, the way her frame perfectly fits with yours — it was all too perfect.
"Oh, fuck, Yerim-ah, Yerim-ah!"
"Ahhh, oppa! You like my ass oppa? You like fucking this tight little hole?"
Never have you nodded so quickly to a statement so true. The pressure that has been boiling up inside you was too much for you to handle already. But it looks like your playmate is already close to her peak, given by the mix of extreme pleasure that you're giving her.
Her body began trembling violently, followed by some incoherent curse words from her mouth and the spreading wetness on both of your crotches. Not caring how she is still induced in her orgasm, you pulled Yerim closer to your embrace as you chased your own as well. Enhanced by the feeling of her ample breasts covered by only her shirt on your chest, it was easier said than done.
"Fuck! Fuck! Yerim-ah! Yerim-ah!"
Yerim gained a sense of herself and screamed,"Yes! Yes! Cum inside me! Drain your balls inside this fucking ass oppa!"
The thrusting stopped after a while. One last scream of Yerim's name triggers the first burst of semen inside her. The second one fired deep inside her and it went along with her own orgasm once again. When the third and final shot was done, your cum seeped out of the tight hole, showing you how much you have filled your renter.
As your cock softened and freed itself, both of your bodies fell to the ground, drained by how intense you were. Together panting heavily and catching your breath, you both giggled after finally waking up to the euphoric high.
"Sooo, did I pay my rent oppa?" Yerim asked with an endearing smile.
You chuckled, swooning on the inside because of how cute she is, even in a messy state. "Yes, yes you did."
"Hehe, great! Oh yeah, Jinsol unnie is still in the toil— " Yerim was then interrupted by a loud scream coming from the bathroom.
You both got up quickly and looked at each other, confused by the sudden noise. Upon closer inspection with your ears, the scream turned itself into a desperate moan.
A devious smirk was painted on Yerim's face. "Oppa, you're thinking what I'm thinking?"
You nodded. Yerim stood up and handed out her hand to help you get up on your foot. Now in front of the door to the toilet, Yerim slowly opened it a little until a view was clear to her eyes.
"Ahh, fuck! Oh my god! I'm 'bout to cum! Ahh!"
Sitting inside the spacious bathtub was none other than Jinsol — bottomless, moaning away without a care to the world and furiously fingering herself to climax. Her eyes were closed as well, so it gave you and Yerim the advantage to sneak inside without her noticing. The mischievous girl then carefully stepped inside the bathtub and sat on the other end. Simultaneously, you were getting hard again by the sight of Jinsol masturbating and Yerim taking off her clothes.
Yerim began drawing near towards the opposite end, fully naked and ready to surprise her horny unnie. She bit her lips and grabbed onto Jinsol’s hand, “Aww, poor Jinsol unnie, touching herself alone in the washroom.”
Jinsol’s eyes were wide open in an instant. Her face flushed with embarrassment, froze upon seeing Yerim in front of her and you who was casually stroking your cock. “Y-Yerim?! It’s not what it looks lik—”
Yerim shuts Jinsol up with a forceful deep kiss. The forced one was resisting at first, but eventually fell into this trap of temptation laid down by Yerim. As they got up on their knees, Yerim removed Jinsol’s top, revealing her slim yet toned figure. Your excess cum from earlier begins collecting itself on your tip as you witness the two girls desperately touching each other while locking their lips together.
A gulp down your throat and soon enough, you took off your own shirt and left it on the tile floor. Yerim noticed how entranced you were and suddenly thought of an idea to spark things up. “Don’t just stand there, oppa. Join us."
It needed only two steps for you to be right in front of your two roommates, your cock flaunting itself hard and proud, close to Jinsol’s face. After exchanging a few more kisses, Yerim switched her focus towards you by stroking you gently, making Jinsol watch in awe as you throbbed under her touch. She then brought the tip close to Jinsol’s lips, letting your cum stain them.
“Go on, noona. Seems like he’s begging for you to suck it.” Yerim took the words right out of your mouth.
Before you know it, Jinsol’s tongue swirled around your shaft, gathering the sweet nectar flowing out of your slit. You threw your head back as she then engulfed your cockhead, sucking on it to taste more. At the same time, Yerim continued her gentle handjob and started to fondle your balls as well, stimulating it once again close to orgasm.
“Deeper, unnie. Yes, that’s it.” Yerim praised and patted Jinsol on the head.
You can feel Jinsol getting further down as her tongue slides against the underside of your cock, until the tip of it reaches your balls. Both of you moan audibly with both desires finally being fulfilled. You summarized that Jinsol definitely had some experience, judging by how steady and rhythmic her blowjob is. Her cheeks then hollowed, giving your cock a powerful vacuum suck.
After a few more bobs, Jinsol took her time to breathe and jerked you off. Yerim also gave some support to Jinsol’s handiwork by spitting some saliva onto your shaft, letting it spread all over. She gave quick licks on your slit and beamed over the taste of you. Meanwhile, on your side, your eyes were just glued to the two working for your pleasure. To this day, you never even foresaw this sight to ever happen in real life.
Jinsol then spoke out of the blue. “Get inside. I.. I need you.”
So fucking needy.
At last, the bathtub was filled as you positioned yourself behind Jinsol, making sure your shaft was almost in between her thighs. Jinsol moaned into Yerim’s mouth as you fondled her cute tits and tweaked her erect nipples.
“You’re so cute, noona. Whimper for us more.” you whispered into her ear and planted a few kisses on her shoulders.
Jinsol was pinned by the two of you playing around with her body, diffusing pheromones all over. Her hips squirmed as Yerim picked up where she left off earlier, teasing her wet pussy and you rubbing your tip on her asshole.
"Put it inside, oppa. Unnie must be dying to feel you."
With Yerim's guidance, you break Jinsol even more, entering her back door. Thankfully, the lube on your cock hasn't dried up too much, so it wasn't really painful, given by how tight Jinsol was. She was on par with Yerim in terms of tightness, but hers felt more warmer.
"Ahh! Yerim, he's so big!" Jinsol exclaimed, holding onto Yerim in desperation. She basically melted in Yerim's arms when you began thrusting from tip to hilt, which made Yerim smile. She loved seeing her unnie in full ecstasy as it turned her on a lot.
"Take it all in unnie. Don't resist." Yerim whispered into Jinsol's ear. She then grabbed the back of Jinsol's head and slowly guided it down her crotch while she laid down on the bathtub. Jinsol knew immediately what to do after seeing Yerim's glistening pussy.
A few licks in, and Yerim began squirming already. Her sensitivity heightened by the clear sight in front of her — her two older roommates having sex. Jinsol moved on to finger Yerim after having a taste of her core to release her expression being fucked.
"Fuck fuck fuck, harder!"
You obliged, increasing the pace of your thrusts into Jinsol. Her body wobbles deliciously when your crotch hits hers, signifying how hard you're messing her up. It gets even more intense when you're witnessing the two pretty girls making out and pleasuring one another right in front of you.
The three of you were full of sweat, exhaustion finally seeped into your bodies. A game night that turned into a wild sex night surely wasn't in your agenda, but you were glad now that it was.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh, fuuuuuck!!!!"
Jinsol let out a loud scream, her back arched and her legs trembled violently. The oldest one in the room orgasms before the two of you could even reach your own, given by how she's receiving double the pleasure. Her slick leaked out of her empty pussy, staining your crotch and Yerim's midriff.
Not long after, the knot inside your stomach grew tighter, your balls pressuring itself to release the tension. You then release yourself from Jinsol's confines and stroke yourself into your climax. A loud groan left your mouth, and alongside it came spurts after spurts of your semen. Two shots landed onto Jinsol's ass, while the last three covered Yerim's vagina.
Yerim was the only one who had yet to reach her own peak. As the first person who noticed it, you grab onto Yerim's waist and plunge yourself deep into her slit while your cock is still hard. Under Jinsol's body who was calming down after her high, Yerim replied to your action with a deafening scream and continued to do so as you thrust deep into her womb.
"Fuuuuuuuck oppa! I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming!"
The first thrust. Yerim's body shook violently. The second thrust. Her legs gave out. The final thrust. Yerim's eyes rolled back. The plugged hole was leaking out with Yerim's juices and eventually, squirting so hard that it pushed your cock out by itself. A series of pleasure cries left Yerim's lips, not caring how she's deafening Jinsol who was still on top of her.
You laid your back on the other side of the bathtub, gasping for air due to the lack of breath. Tonight's events were exhausting to the body, yet pleasuring at the same time. You then got out of the bathtub slowly and sat on the tile floor, close to the two girls who were basically cuddling each other, not caring how sweaty they were.
"You both okay?" you asked. Jinsol then gets off of Yerim and rests her arms by the edge of the bathtub, facing towards you. Putting her hand on your shoulder, she replied with a thumbs up.
"I'm fucking drained bro. Thanks for that." Jinsol said, and both of you giggled.
"T-Thanks oppa. It was amazing." Yerim said weakly.
"Can you get up?" you asked Yerim. Meanwhile, Jinsol was already out of the bathtub and finding her pile of clothes.
"No. I just wanna.. lay down here… just for a while…"
"Alright. I'll be here until you're okay."
"Okay, thanks oppa…" Yerim then drifts off to sleep almost instantly.
Both you and Jinsol smiled, looking at how cute Yerim was sleeping in the bathtub. Jinsol then left the toilet to sleep in her own room after wearing her clothes and wishing you a good night. You can't stand looking at poor Yerim sleeping uncomfortably inside the cold bathtub, so you carried her all the way to her own room and let her rest on her bed. After covering her with a blanket, you left the room silently.
"Nighty night, Yerim."
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Irresistible : Jack Reacher (2022) x fem reader
Warning: straight up blowjob and sex.
Italics - flashback
When I stayed over at his apartment during that unpredictable weather in the summer capital of the country and offered me a cup of matcha and new clothes, there was a plan I didn’t know that Reacher had.
“Keep this up and maybe this thing between will work out.”
Reacher smiles softly and adjusted the black jacket, “That’s the plan and I don’t want you to leave for someone else.”
That bastard saw a huge opportunity in the weather of the capital and offered me to stay at his home.
“They want to go to the park. The kids want to ride bikes.” Reacher begins the morning closing the door behind him walking to YN typing on the laptop. He sighs, “I thought no work during the holidays.” He changes her expression
“Just replying to messages in the group chat. Apparently they want to go a resort but I can’t ‘cause I’m here.” Reacher kisses the top of her head resting his stubble on her cheek. Clicking the escape button, he sees their picture together in Diplomat Hotel from two years ago.
“I want to go to Diplomat Hotel again.” YN says
Reacher hums, his lips touching the softness of her cheek as they make their way down her slender neck. His fingertips reach the strap of her tube top. “What are you doing?” Fully understanding his need
“I want you, sweetheart.”
“What do you want me to do?”
Reacher spins her chair around to face him and his throbbing cock in his pants. YN plays with him grazing her long nails on his ragged jeans testing his limit. When it comes to the need to satisfy the body, they know not to slack further from giving the wanted pleasure. But YN being YN will ultimately pop Reacher’s veins. Reacher’s eyes twitch.
“You know what I fucking want, sweetheart, and I want it now.”
YN reaches for his jeans and unzips it, “You know what your nieces tell about you?” She inches close, pulling her chair toward him. She pulls his huge, aching cock from its confines glancing at a stiff Reacher whose eyes grow darker each second. YN grips his cock tightly stifling his breath. “Upon entry through the door you look like you could already kidnap a child.”
(FIRST POV)
He groans, rumbling off his chest, when I swirled my tongue over its head over and over before my glossy lips wraps around the head making my way down his thick and long length down my throat until a point makes my eyes water. I perceived him as long even if lips touch my fist gripping the base of his cock. I moaned due to his length tasting the pleasure and salty-sweet of him. Finding the confidence to take his cock, swirling my tongue around his head and shaft, and bobbing my head on his length. My pussy is tingling, clenching as I push my thighs together to soothe the need, but it couldn’t because I rub myself off to satiate the need. Deeper I go than before, Reacher’s hand combs through my hair and grips into it, hitching his already unsteady breath. My chokes fill the room but it did not deter me from reaching deeper down his length.
“Sweetheart, you’re so good…sucking my cock like that.” O! How that makes me delirious!
I shoot my blurry eyes on him and saw the deep satisfaction and pleasure coating his face, etching every part. He tips his head back and his breath is unsteady, shallow. His muscles flex as I move on his cock. The grip of his hand becomes stronger than I thought. I increased my pace and the work of my hands on his delicate balls. His pleasure lies in me to give and he gives a signal
“Fuck, sweetheart,”
He pulls my head to halt and he shoots his sweet and warm load in my mouth down. Had enough, he pulls my head away
“Open,” he says
I open my mouth to reveal his cum on my warm walls.
“Swallow it, sweetheart.”
And I did.
Reacher fixes YN's messy hair, styling it back to where it was. “That was some good blowjob. You alright?”
YN nods. Her underwear is drenched.
“Now I gotta take care of that pussy. Get on the bed, sweetheart.” He commands strong, getting her immediately on her feet. This is Reacher, he takes great care of who he loves like his girlfriend most especially when they are in bed and talking about sex.
YN lies on the bed and attempts to remove her shorts when he stops her, “No, I'll do it. Just be a good, little princess. Let me take care of you.” Reacher gets in between her thighs and removes her shorts. Wearing a colored cotton underwear that shows him that wretched stain of pleasure from giving him a good head. He pads his thumb over the wet and sticky residue, pushing it close to her slit. “Reacher-” her breath hitches. Reacher without any more delay removes it off her and keeps it inside his pocket.
“What did you do?” Her voice still soft despite the surprise in it.
“That's mine to keep since you keep taking things from me."
YN inches, “Is it my fault? It seems like you want to put your clothes in my baskets.”
A look of hurt ego displays in his face. “Well what if I put my underwear in it, would you keep it?” He says half-jokingly, sliding the head of his cock on her wet slit.
“My bra is missing.”
He smirks, slowly pushing the tip on her entrance, “Fuck, sweetheart, this pussy is tight.”
She can feel his thickness in her warm walls. When Reaches pushes it to the hilt, it hit all the right spots, groaning to the tightness.
“You're so fucking big, Reacher. Go on,"
Reacher starts slow, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy.
“Oh! Reacher~” she moans softly, whimpering the more he thrusts.
Reacher pushes himself forward, sniffing the scent on the crook of her neck as he reaches deeper and thrusts faster. YN hooks her legs around his torso. Her moans fill the room, spilling profanities. YN is soft when she is in these intimate moments so she won't be able to hold back what comes out her pretty mouth.
“Reacher, o! Reacher! You're so fucking good~”
She wraps her arms around his neck, “Baby, please, slow down,”
That only fuels Reacher as his pace increase further that makes her cling tighter around him, placing her pleasure on him. “O! Reacher!” Her words are cut off. She tips her head back and feels her orgasm rip through, creaming his cock and forming a ring on the base. He slows down just as her orgasm slowly fades.
“Fuck~”
Reacher pulls away and pushes the tip of his nose on hers, steadying their breaths. Reacher pulls out and plops on his side of the bed. He pushes her to lay on her side and he wraps his arm around her waist and his other arm above her head.
“I love you, Reacher.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
They may rethink if they wish to follow through the park.
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Okay, so my experience with Stranger Things is a weird one.
I didn't care when it first came out, started to watch it out of "might as well" in 2020, wasn't interested in it enough to make it past S2, forgot about it outside of going "oh, hey, cool, there's a lesbian in it now, I guess," in S3, got really annoyed when "Running Up That Hill" got popular from it because it was a song I listened to on fucking loop after one of my best friends died in high school and I fully expected its appearance in the show to ignore the whole survivor's guilt theme of the song (and was very happy to learn later that it did the exact opposite of ignoring the lyrics), saw people drawing Eddie, suddenly got a lot more interested, watched just the fourth season like a fucking psychopath because I was seriously only there for Eddie, then got interested enough to start the show over properly, having mostly forgotten what I did watch of the show before.
And let me tell you something from the perspective of someone who started with the complete fourth season, who wasn't there from the start, who wasn't tainted by ship goggles or this internal battle of hope and despair, who wasn't theorizing about what the painting could be or expecting Mike and Will to kiss when Volume 2 happened or rooting for Mike and Eleven's relationship to go down in flames or whatever the fuck. Just someone who went blind into Season 4.
It's really fucking obvious that Will and Mike are gonna be endgame.
Like holy fuck. It's so fucking blatant I don't even know why people are nervous.
No sane fucking person would shoot this scene this way if they wanted the audience to care about El and Mike as a couple. Despite being all blurry in the background, Will's reaction to what's happening here is smackdab in the fucking middle, clearly showing that the important part is what's going through his head here. What he's feeling. It's like the opposite of that scene from Kingdom Hearts II where Sora and Riku reunite and Kairi just fucking vanishes into the aether while it's happening because, despite the fact that she was standing between them when the scene began, she doesn't matter to the scene, so she's just kind of gone when the camera angle changes. Will could have been behind one of their heads, or so far in the distance he blends in with the background, but he's not. He's so obvious that despite being massively blurred out, he's still the first goddamn thing you look at. What, you think that's an accident? You think he's in the middle of this dramatic fucking scene because of a mistake? He basically has a big flashing neon arrow pointing at him with "THIS IS THE POINT" being screamed through a megaphone.
And then this?
They're paired up like they're taking fucking prom pictures. Each one of these pairs is so fucking close to one another and so fucking far from everyone else. It's not, "Oh, they're standing vaguely near each other in a group shot," it's fucking Noah's Ark out here. Again, there's no way to take this as an accident. It's not just a framing issue. If they wanted to make the shot look balanced while still not hiding anyone else behind El, they would have scattered people around much more naturally. Even if they wanted to keep Nancy with Jonathan and Hopper with Joyce, there's so much room on that hill for three people to stand on El's left and three on her right. But they didn't do that. They put Mike and Will together on purpose in the most obvious way possible.
Like I get that coming up with crackpot theories is fun in and of itself and I'm not blaming anyone for having fun. I totally get the appeal of arguing a point and reaching for every stupid little thing to pull into it because it's like a game, okay? I've done that. But if you're trying to actually convince someone (whether it's someone who wants to believe or someone who's pissed at the very idea that Mike and Will could be in love), stay away from blue and yellow lights, stay away from costume design, stay away from the existence of closets in backgrounds. And don't worry about whether Mike's gay or bi when he's in love with Will either way. I'll give you a little tip about persuasion: You're only as strong as your weakest argument. Even if you've got strong stuff in there, too, the person you're trying to convince is going to dismiss anything you say as complete insanity the second you start going on an entire tangent about the shape of a character's fucking pocket.
Sometimes, clothes are just clothes. Sometimes, there's a closet in the background because it helps establish that a character is in a bedroom. Sometimes, blue and yellow are just a couple of colors that look nice together. And sure, it might be set designers and costume designers and cinematographers smirking and winking at the audience from behind the camera. But if the show was just those things, instead of those things in the context of everything else, they wouldn't be saying anything of note.
But this?
This tells a story all on its own. Someone with no context can look at this and automatically assume that each paired person is standing with someone they care about deeply, seeking comfort as they watch some sort of disaster unfold. And yeah, romantic couples usually come in twos, and we live in an amatonormative society, so that's going to be the first association anyone makes seeing a bunch of people paired off.
It's the same reason you look at this
And go, "Oh..."
"Those two are probably a couple."
And I genuinely don't understand how people could have watched S4 Vol. 2 and gotten scared. Because as someone who went in with no investment whatsoever, I just looked at these two--
--and went, "Oh, those two are a couple. Good for them." And I moved on. Shut up about the trees for five seconds and just see the forest for what it is.
Oh, and if you're still nervous? Little thing from a storyteller here: You don't leave a hanging thread like "Will confessed his romantic feelings for Mike by projecting them onto El, but Mike either didn't understand or at least didn't say he understood," without coming back to that later. That's Chekov's gun hanging on the wall, babes. It's gonna fire at some point. If Mike was going to reject Will's feelings, if they weren't relevant, they would have had that discussion in Argyle's van. There'd be no reason to leave you in suspense.
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Are you there? - 141
Reader goes missing on a mission.
This is based on a request
F!Reader, Angst?(idk anymore)
The team and you were in a high profile mission. Laswell thought you'd be perfect bait for this one. However it was a deal/plan between you and her. You would get the men out and give yourself up so they could return back to base. All is going well so far.
"Price?"
''R/n, you and Gaz take left, meet us at extraction point.'' he commanded and you obeyed. Gaz was hit in the head by some gravel. You pushed him out and dragged him to extraction. You ran back and made the enemy chase you. Soap and Ghost ran towards him as soon as they noticed he was unconscious. Price looked around, but no sight of you.
''Fuck, where are you kid.'' he said under his breath.
''This is Bravo six, how copy?''
''What is the matter?'' Laswell responds.
''We've lost the kid, she's nowhere to be seen.''
At that moment Laswell knew the plan you two had made worked, ''did you all make it to extraction?''
''yes, but we have to go back for her-''
''negative, you and the others get on that helicopter and leave, no need to fight.''
''we lost the kid, what do you mean negative?''
''get on that heli Price, thats an order.''
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The ride on the helicopter was...confusing, to say the least. Soap would look out the window and to the ground, he'd ask too many questions. Ghost was looking for any smoke signal, but nothing. Gaz, although injured fought the medics and tried at many occasions to jump out and go search for you. Price was quiet.
It was odd for Laswell to just tell him to leave you behind, knowing well that you and him had grown a daughter-father relationship.
After the medics tranquilized Gaz, Price turned to his men. ''You two meet me at my office.''
Soap and Ghost nod and continue doing their own thing.
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At base, the three men sat there, plotting their next move. Soap tried not to think of what could've happened to you. What if you were looking for him in all that smokey mess? What if the enemy saw you and knocked you down?
All he kept doing was touch the small bracelet you had given him not long ago. It was regret, maybe if Ghost would've gone with you and Gaz you'd be annoying him with your stupid jokes by now.
''She's going to be okay.'' Price tried to say with confidence. Ghost took out a picture of you and the rest of the team. You and Soap doing some funny pose whilst he flexed his arms. It was a good day that day.
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There you were, hanging from your arms at some old base. You had been beaten up over the course of 13 hours. Your own blood soaking your uniform. The matching bracelet holding onto your wrist as a reminder there are people waiting for your return.
Gaz was the first one you thought of. How hard he must be on himself for losing sight of you. And then you thought of Price, no one to hear his stupid corny dad jokes. Ghost probably reliving some stress from his past because now you weren't there like his own family. And then the one you tried to not think of the most, your best friend in all, Soap.
How much he would be arguing with Laswell over the decision. The dumb bracelet you got him after you over heard it was meant for a forever kind of friendship.
As your own blood dripped down your weak limbs, it was them who you thought of. The one family no one would ever take from you. The one thing this cruel world would'nt dare understand.
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''R/N!'' a muffled voice called for you.
''Are you there?'' another deeper voice ushered.
Your vision blurry as you tried to keep your eyes open, but you knew it was time to let go.
''...go Home'' the sweet voice said, you felt warmth, a sense of familiarity.
You soon met darkness.
A/N: this one is short I know...but hey..its something am I right?
Tags: @ghostslittlegf
(hope this is angsty enough for ya)
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
#cod 141#cod mw2#cod x reader#mw2 141#ghost cod#141 x reader#cod#task force 141#mwii#141#cod ghost#cod modern warfare#cod mwii#cod price#cod soap#soap cod#mw2#call of duty modern warfare 2#john soap mactavish#call of duty modern warfare#price mw2#call of duty mwii#ghost mw2#mw2 fanfic#mw2022#soap mw2#mw2 2022#call of duty#cod oc#cod x you
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object show dashboard simulator(unreality!!!!)
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HELP!!!! last challenge one of the contestants in the show I'm in just straight up ran away before the challenge was over and we cant find him. I feel pretty bad because he was really mad at me and maybe that's why he ran away? I don't know but can somebody please offer guidance I'm kind of worried about him we haven't seen him since August 12th 2022 and I don't think anyone else is even trying to find him!
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Oh no!!! D: Is there an update to this story? Did you find him yet?
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No unfortunately, it's about to be two challenges since he disappeared! I don't know why nobody's looking for him not even the host is! I want to but I think he's still mad at me so I'm a bit nervous. Well hopefully he turns up tomorrow because there's another challenge? I don't know. I really want this to be over. Thank you for your concerns though.
#i hope he gets back safe and sound!!! good luck with finding him and your challenge! #love from pericolo!
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what the fuck so sometimes I visit the object show I used to be in's contestant grounds at night when objects are asleep to fuck around yk but I swear I walked past the waterfall and there was just someone crying in there.. I did not go in because I didn't feel like getting my ass kicked or something I have no idea who that was
why is everyone depressed on paper puppets what are they doing to you objects
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LMAOOOO ITS CAUSE MOST EVERYONE ON THAT SHOW ARE PUSSIESSSSSSSSS ITS SO FUNNY
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yeah well watch this cool shit
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ACE WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS GET THIS FUCKING THING OUT OF THE CABINS RIGHT NOW
[various really blurry pictures of a small creature with straight ears and big back legs in a cabin room. they're taken as if the photographer is running around while taking the picture]
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almost 1 month since I grabbed a random small creature from somewhere along my journeys and placed it in the cabin chainsaw was in for paper puppets and it scared him so bad he yelled on here about it and everyone clowned him so hard he deactivated🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 (dw I got the creature out out it is unharmed I have it with me right now)
[one picture of the creature, it has the same straight ears and big back legs. you can now see that it is white. A hand is petting it on the head and it seems happy]
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Does NOBODY remember Teardrop Burger and the incident I swear that's all we'd talk about in like 2019...
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I still don't know if that was real or not or we just made it up to make fun of Gelatin's Steakhouse
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Hey I'm not from Goiky but I'm curious, what's Teardrop Burger?
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Eh it was more of an objblr thing than a Goiky thing but basically Teardrop opened a burger stand near the inanimate insanity 2 filming grounds to compete with Gelatin's Steakhouse and she accidentally or on purpose poisoned a bunch of people with how dirty everything was. or so they say. it basically a huge inside joke lmao Teardrop Burger never existed but it's cleanliness was about the same as Gelatin's Steakhouse heh gelatin was pissed for weeeeeeeks after
#my mutual explains this best! love td burger best joke objblr has ever made #we should bring it back it would make the new season better if everyone was dying of food poisoning #/j
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the dead guy was my great great great great great grandpa too HELP his name was rook btw
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coming back to this post I always I thought everything seemed slightly haunted in the boto grounds I guess this was why hehehe
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Shieldy. my friend and mutual. what do you mean it seemed HAUNTED???
#PREV YOU CANT JUST LOREDUMP ON ME LIKE THIS WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE DROWNED IN THE LAKE YOU WERE GONNA SWIM IN #WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE SPOKE TO YOU IN THAT MOMENT
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Come on down to Gelatin's Steakhouse for our special 2-for-one deal if you buy a shirt from Flower's Fashion Store!
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#unreality#osc#ppt2#object lockout#bfdi#bfb#inanimate insanity#i havent watched enough of tpot to make one for this sorry#paper puppets take 2#object show#brawl of the objects#please somebody get the teardrop burger thing i didnt make ot up it was from object whatever#remember that game!!!!#fun fact the shieldy one was partly a callback to an old au of mine#long post#lightbrush#(i guess i dont really care for the ship but i put it in for destiel)
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Believe in Me - Chapter 4
chapter warnings: biting & vampire stuff, mention of sex
word count: 3,2k
A/N: So this chapter was a little hard to write. I had plans. And sometimes, as a writer, your characters just don't follow your plans. This is not what I wanted it to be. It is confused and blurry. But it is what it is, and it has its reasons to be like this. I really hope you like it regardless...
Inspo boards for this chapter are here 😍
Please let me know what you think - reblogs and comments are always the way to make me happy! Tumblr only works if you reblog. Help me to keep this story alive 😘
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“Let me take you somewhere a little more quiet, okay?” Melot asked and held out his hand for Aurora to take. She took it, ignoring the fast beating of her heart that felt like her chest was going to explode. Melot skillfully maneuvered them through the crowd towards a door at the far end of the club. There were two security guards standing on either side, obviously vampires, too.
The two men just nodded as Melot stopped in front of them to open the door. Melot guided Aurora to go first, and she glanced into a new corridor. On either side, there were compartments, separated by heavy velvet curtains. The noises coming from some of them made it quite clear what was happening behind.
Aurora nervously looked at Melot. That wasn't what she intended. Not that it was completely out of question. In fact, she had thought about Melot in this way longer than she should have, last night.
But she didn't want this to happen so soon. Being physically near to someone made Aurora feel too vulnerable.
The thought made her chuckle nervously. Wasn't it stupid that she trusted Melot enough to let him bite her, but not enough to let him fuck her?
But, it wasn't. Letting vampires feed on her was going to be her job soon. She better get used to it.
Melot frowned at her chuckling.
"Sorry for this." He gestured towards the curtains. "This is not what I am heading for. It's just the only way to get to my room."
They arrived at another door. The carved wood and iron angles made it appear as if it was hundreds of years old. But the fingerprint lock next to it, with which Melot opened it, destroyed that picture.
Another corridor was lying in front of them. Aurora thought how this whole building must be kind of a labyrinth.
This time Melot didn't lead her through the whole hallway but guided her to a door on the left. Another fingerprint lock and they had finally arrived at his private place.
Aurora glanced into the room before her. It was spacious, there were bookcases along the walls and a huge entertainment center in front of the biggest sofa Aurora had ever seen. In the far corner there was another door.
Despite everything being so big, it felt comfy and inviting.
"So, this is where you live?" Aurora was surprised. Not about the room per se, but the location in the depths of a nightclub. Well, she didn't know next to nothing about vampires, so she didn't really know what to expect at all.
Melot shook his head. "No, not exactly. August owns a huge mansion and he lets us live there with him. But, sometimes it's a little crowded over there. And then I come here to get some peace. This is my little fortress of solitude"
Aurora couldn't help but laugh at the thought that someone would choose a nightclub to get some quiet. That made her very curious about Melot's actual home.
Aurora sat down on the sofa, and it was as comfortable as it looked like. But she was far from able to relax. She fiddled with her hands and bounced her foot.
Melot took the place next to her and took her hand once more.
"Do you want a drink? Or something to eat?" He seemed nervous, too. Which led Aurora to feel even more on edge. The atmosphere in the room was tense.
She needed to get it done so she could finally breathe again.
"What do you expect from me?" she asked.
Melot guided her with his finger on her chin to look at him and locked his eyes with her. Aurora felt like this took a lot of the tension from her.
"I don't expect anything from you, love. just let me guide you through this. Do you have any questions?"
Aurora snorted. "A thousand, probably. If I could get my brain to work." Both of them smiled. "First of all, does it hurt?" Aurora's voice was hoarse.
Melot nodded understanding. "Most likely, it will hurt a little. Our saliva contains some kind of painkiller though and also enzymes that make your wounds heal faster. They should be gone after a week." Aurora could live with that. She wasn’t sensitive when it came to pain. She was used to being hit by her father, after all.
Melot went on providing her more information: “Easiest way for feeding would be your wrist. It doesn’t take a lot of physical proximity. It's easy for you to withdraw if you don’t feel well. Also, our security persons can check easily if you are okay. Most donors start with their wrist only.” As if to make her more comfortable with the idea of getting teeth pierced into her flesh, Melot rubbed his thumb in small circles over the veins of Aurora’s wrist. She took a deep breath and nodded for him to go on.
“If you permit someone to feed on your jugular, you can charge more for that. Most vampires prefer feeding from a neck over a wrist. So they are willing to pay for that benefit.” Aurora saw how Melot’s gaze fell on her neck as he mentioned it, and she also noticed how he absentmindedly licked over his upper lip. “What more can I tell you?” he asked, cocking his head. He thought about what more information Aurora should have before she was ready to take this to the next step.
But Aurora interrupted his thinking when another question came to her mind. ”What does it feel like for you? Is it just like eating for us? How do you feel towards the person you are feeding from? Isn’t it weird to be that near to someone you don’t know?”
Melot chuckled. “Good question! Actually, it can be very weird, yes. Most vampires prefer to keep coming back to the same donors, building a relationship with them. Biting someone can be something very sensual. But if you know it’s just a business, you usually try to suppress these kinds of feelings.”
So, there was more to it than just offering a snack to someone. That's what she already suspected. Aurora was glad that she had asked Melot to guide her through that first bite. She couldn't exactly explain why, but she trusted him.
"Thank you for your patience with me." She gave him a small smile that couldn't hide her nerves. "I guess not all vampires will be that gentle with me."
Melot took both of her hands in his and his warm gaze wandered over her face. He wished he could give her a better answer.
"There will be some that won't see the need to make you feel comfortable. But you will be safe with us. I promise I won't ever let anything happen to you." Aurora felt like she would drown in his crimson eyes if she wouldn’t turn away soon. But she didn’t want to fight the feeling anyway. Instead, she leaned in, her face only an inch away from his. Melot cupped her cheek in the softest caress. “You’ll always be safe with me,” he whispered. Aurora knew there was no chance of denying what she wanted to happen and she closed the last distance, pressing her lips onto Melot’s mouth. Their kiss was slow and gentle, almost careful. Aurora was still wondering how soft Melot’s lips felt when he pulled back.
Aurora smiled shyly at him. All the things she felt right now seemed to overwhelm her. She was breathing heavily. “Melot, we need to get this feeding thing done, or else I will lose my mind.”
His expression changed, showing confusion and insecurity. Melot usually knew exactly what to do when it came to humans, but right now, he wasn’t sure if he had overstepped a line that he shouldn’t have. Did he misinterpret Aurora’s signals? No, she was kissing him, right?
Thankfully, Aurora clarified what she meant: “I want you to kiss me, but I am so awfully nervous as long as I still don’t know what to expect. I need this out of my head. Please, show me.”
Melot wrapped his hand around Aurora’s wrist carefully and guided it to his lips. She could feel his lips brush over her skin when he spoke:
“I will try to be as gentle as possible.” With a last reassuring glance, his tongue brushed over her pulse and then she felt his fangs pierce her skin.
It hurt. Of course it hurt. But somehow it also felt good. Like getting wrapped into a warm, soft blanket. Aurora shut her eyes and leaned into Melot's chest as he drank from her wrist.
Like that, she couldn't see the change in Melot's face. His eyes were wide open in surprise and an excitement fell upon him. He clenched both his hands around Aurora's arm, desperately sucking in what was the sweetest thing Melot had ever tasted.
He knew he had to stop, but it was so hard. He just wanted to stay like this forever, to taste her, to feel her power in his mouth.
When he finally found the strength to pull back, Aurora was weakly lying in his arms. Melot licked the last drops of blood from his lips and tried to make sense of what had just happened.
This was nothing he had ever experienced before. He felt so good, so powerful, almost invincible as long as he fed from Aurora. And even now, it still felt like all his senses were sharpened, intensified, increased.
Melot heard Aurora's heart thumping in her chest. He needed to take care of her. He had promised to keep her safe.
Melot cradled her in his arms and carried her to the next room that only consisted of a huge bed. Carefully he laid her down onto the soft bedding and focused on listening to her pulse. It was weak but steady.
Thank god, he had managed to stop before he had seriously harmed her. Melot curled up on the bed behind her and took her in his arms. His hands caressed over her arms and from time to time he pressed soft kisses on her temple.
After a while, Aurora started to come back to consciousness. She moved in his arms and a sigh escaped her lips.
"Shush, I got you. I got you, Aurora." Melot brushed strands of her hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek.
Aurora slowly blinked at him.
"Is it always like this?" she asked, her voice weak and hoarse. Her eyes fell shut again.
Melot felt a huge weight crushing his chest.
"No, it shouldn't be like this. I am so sorry, Aurora. I should have stopped so much earlier. I just couldn't. I have never tasted anything like you." But Aurora just smiled softly, her eyes still closed.
"I like being in your arms. Can we rest a little more?" It was almost like she was drunk.
Melot decided it was best if they both calmed down, and so he just kept Aurora in his arms while he was trying to understand what made him feel so incredibly awake.
Two hours later, Aurora woke up again and, as if nothing bad had happened, she was smiling at Melot. "Hey!" She just said. Melot looked down at her and when he saw her soft look, he smiled at her too. He was incredibly thankful that she didn't seem to be upset over him losing his control.
"Hey, sweetheart. Are you okay?" Aurora just hummed affirmatively and snuggled into Melot's chest which he replied by kissing Aurora's forehead. None of them were able to have a clear thought, let alone be able to talk. They just needed to feel each other. Cuddles turned to soft kisses, and these kisses got hungrier and more fervent.
Soon, Aurora pulled at Melot's shirt and her hand brushed over the soft hair on his stomach. His abs tensed when Melot answered her touch with a deep groan. "Are you sure of what you're doing here?" he asked her.
Aurora's hand traveled up to his chest. "Absolutely! I want to feel you, Melot."
Melot rolled them over the bed so that he was hovering over Aurora.
"You have no idea what I want to do to you!" His lips found back onto hers and his hips pressed hard against her core. When he pushed himself back onto his arms he saw her panting heavily under him. "Show me!" she pleaded.
For the second time this night it was on Melot to be in control of the situation. He deeply hoped he wouldn't let her down this time. He took a deep breath, trying to hang on to his self-control.
"No, I need you to show me what you want. Guide me. Tell me how you want me."
Aurora gasped. She laced her fingers in Melot’s long strands of hair and pulled him down to her. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth, bit down on it playfully what he answered with a hiss. Then her tongue darted out to roam his mouth. She didn't care for his fangs, actually she didn't care for anything in the world. She just needed to taste him, feel him.
Her hands drifted up his stomach once more. But she struggled with his shirt. It was too tight. Her hands retreated from his abs again, impatiently her fingers fumbled on his buttons until finally, she could brush his shirt from his shoulders.
Melot never had to fight so hard in his life as right now. Which was impressive, considering how old he was and what situations he had to master in his past. But never ever had he felt such an urge to overcome the human part of him. The monster in him wanted control, wanted to possess the sweetest thing in the world, wanted to feel Aurora in every way possible.
Her scent filled his nose, he felt her pulse in every fiber of his body and her taste still lingered on his tongue.
What was it that made him feel like this? He had never experienced anything like that.
Aurora had just an idea of what was happening, she still felt dizzy, in a very good way, though. And Melot moved way too fast. One second he was towering over her and the next moment she realized her dress was gone and he knelt between her legs.
So much for him not taking the lead. Aurora chuckled. She couldn't be mad at him. It just showed how much he wanted this. As much as she wanted him.
"Slow down, Melot! I'm not going anywhere," she told him. She wanted to enjoy what was going to happen.
Melot stopped whatever he was doing at superhuman speed and carefully brushed his hand over her cheek.
"Damn, I'm sorry. I just can't keep calm with you in my arms."
Melot focused all what was left of his mind to get to his senses. He needed to stop this. Something was wrong. And he didn't want to start whatever this was with Aurora in a wrong way.
"I don't know what is happening to me, Aurora. But I fear I can't hold back anymore. I don't want to scare you. I want to make this right. I promised you'd be safe with me and I can't make sure of that if I won't stop now"
Aurora blinked at him, she was confused. Everything was so overwhelming, just too much to comprehend. She was disappointed. No, that didn't match her feelings in the least. She was devastated as she realized it wouldn't happen. Melot didn't want to fuck her.
She didn't even notice, but tears started to run down her cheeks. And Melot jumped up from the bed and crossed the room as if he wanted to be as far away from her as possible.
Aurora tried to find the missing puzzle piece in her mind that led them from moaning into each other's mouths to staring confused at each other within seconds.
Melot took a bottle of water from a small table and slowly and carefully he approached the bed again and held the bottle out to Aurora.
"I am sorry! Please don't think that I don't want to do this. Hell, there's nothing in the world that I want to do more. But I can't. I can't, if I don't want to hurt you. I'm sorry, Aurora."
Aurora saw the pained expression in Melot's face and that's when she knew he wasn't lying. She took a sip of the water and tried to calm down.
She nodded. "It's okay, Melot! It's been a long night. Would you mind bringing me home?"
Melot had held Aurora in his arms for a couple of minutes. He pressed small kisses on her wet cheeks. But finally the storm in his head was over. He knew he had made the right decision.
He helped her get up from the bed, helped her get dressed and led her back to the club.
It was early in the morning by now, the dance floor and booths weren't that crowded anymore as when they had left for Melot's room. He was searching for Maria, but apparently she had already left the club.
Melot never let go of Aurora's arm as they climbed the stairs to the entrance and got her coat. Melot's car was standing right in front of the club. He opened the door of his 1969 black Camaro and Aurora just slumped into the seat. She hadn't spoken a word since they had left his room.
The silence continued the whole ride until Melot stopped in front of Tara's house.
He helped her get out of the car and accompanied her to the door. He could kick himself for how much he had messed up tonight. He wanted to make her feel better. But he knew Aurora would need some time. So he just pressed a kiss on her forehead and squeezed a business card into her hand.
"Get some sleep. After that, please call me. We need to talk." He gave her another kiss, just a small peck brushing over her lips. Then his gaze fell on her wrist. The wounds his fangs had left were barely noticeable. He hoped everything that happened tonight would fade as fast as this wound. He needed to find a way to make up for tonight's disaster.
Aurora gave Melot a small smile before she turned.
The moment the door shut behind her, Aurora sank onto the floor. This was definitely the strangest, most wonderful and the most embarrassing day of her life.
The quiet moment only lasted for seconds. Aurora heard an angry voice shouting at her.
"You're a blood whore and a vampire slut. Get out of my house!"
Aurora opened her eyes to see how her sister took one of Aurora's boxes and threw it in her direction. It smashed to the ground with a loud bang.
Aurora was just too tired to fight, so she stood up as if she were in a trance, took the box and left the house.
When she was standing in the front yard she blinked at the morning sun and had no idea what to do.
Part 5
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Bro, t-the Villain-roles!VA ask JSHEJ.
Imagine after the face reveal, yan!co-star takes a lot of pictures of reader (some with consent, most without).
Reader starts to notice that everytime they take a selfie, yan!co-star doesn't post it anywhere so reader asks them about it. Yan!co-star says that it's because their manager doesn't allow it, only for them to go home everyday to a room filled with reader's pictures covering every part of the walls.
- yumi anon
(Ps. Villain roles!VA reader sounds sexy as FUCK)
"Say 'cheese'!"
The protagonist puts on a wide grin as the flash from their camera goes off; two fingers behind your head in a rabbit ear and their arm locked around your shoulder. Cheek smushed to yours, they take what must've been the trillionth photo of you together with more to come.
You were both still at the convention where you revealed your face to the world. The event was finally over, and now the crew had a small picture taking season to wrap things up. After the initial shock of seeing their favorite actor's appearance was over, the leading star became obsessed with getting as many photos of you as possible.
The first one was wholesome enough- the star hero and the main villain posing for cute photos together, but it all went down hill from there. They hopped from their own waiting line to queue in yours. Told off fans who just met up with you despite there being a whole minute time limit. They wanted to be the only one who got to take a picture with you - and the most dedicated fans were beginning to notice.
You chuckle, gently pushing their face from yours. "What's with all the attention on me? I mean- not that I mind, but you have your own crowd to focus on."
The protagonist whines. "Aw, just one more please? We all know this is what the fans really want, and I need it for my page."
"Fine, but I expect compensation~"
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"Smile!"
A bright light blinds your vision. Your co-star quickly blurts out an apology; forgetting to turn the flash off their phone.
"Oh- I'm real sorry about that, Y/n. Thought I shut that off."
You rub the stinging sensation from your eyes. "It's all good. What's this one for? We're surrounded by a bunch of cameras as it is."
You were on set of the live action telling of a show who's villain you voice acted - the perfect actor for its big movie event. You had just stepped out of the dressing room, when your co-star came up and snapped a photo of you. It was your first fitting - and they just had to be the first one to get a picture. You looked too stunning for them to allow anyone else. You fit the character down to their very core - the role was basically created for you. What they wouldn't give for some along action with you - still perfectly in character.
The protagonist laughs. "Just wanted to get a quick photo- you look amazing! The fans will love this when we're allowed to post behind the scenes takes."
As if- You're for their eyes. And theirs alone.
-
"Look this way...."
They mutter to themselves; breathes fogging the glass of their phone. The directors held a little party to celebrate the final recording of the film. Crowded by a few fellow stars, you chat the night away; oblivious to your colleague across the way - staring everyone down. They had been taking pictures all night with the rest of the crew, but now it was time for their own personal private collection to grow.
An oddhanded joke makes you snicker; holding your head back with a loud bark of laughter. Music to their ears. The change in direction gives them the perfect chance for yet another photo of you - the edges only slightly blurry.
Finished with the conversation, you head over to them. They're quick to a straight face - choking down the butterflies in their stomach.
"Ready to go?"
"Y-yea, course. Just waiting for you."
As you grew closer, you began to carpool with them after finding out their place wasn't far from your own. They kept to themself - fearing outing themselves as your biggest fan, but tonight you ask a question that's been on your mind for a while.
"Hey- I know it's your page and all, and I'm not saying this because I'm forcing you, but what happened to all those photos you were going to post?"
Your co-star grips the steering wheel; beads of sweat rolling down their neck. "My manager said it wouldn't be wise to post them yet. People might get the wrong idea or something apparently."
It drives a nail into their soul to say that, bit it's the only excuse they could conjure. You nod along, dropping things there. You never got that talk from yours, but everyone's different.
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Pulling up to your building, you slug your arms around them in a hug which they eagerly reciprocate.
"H-hey?! What's this for?"
"Just been wanting to do that for a while. With everything wrapping up, we won't see each other as often."
They hold you tighter. That was true. Painfully so. Their heart hammered in their chest. Would now be a good time to confess? You had never been this close before, and from this moment on you'd only drift apart. With their lips still sealed, you grab your things and climb out the car; patting the roof of the car to get their attention.
"Don’t think about it much. Let's keep in touch, okay?"
You send them off with a smile, waltzing up to your front door. Every time they seen that door open, it's like the gates of paradise unveiling before their eyes - inviting them into the imagery of your territory and the comfort of your arms. Without fail each time, they kick their car back into gear and head off home.
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The newest piece in their horde is already done when they get home. Dozens of photos liter the floor; their printer kept running at all hours off the day for just the occasion. Starting with the most recent, your co-star tears the printed photo from the bottom of the printer - grabbing a thumb tack as they walk over to the already crowded wall. Finding just a sliver of free space, they nail the image of your laughing face to the wall.
The actor falls back in the nearby chair in awe of their work that spread through every corner of their house. The perfection that was your smile; your every expression. They spin in their seat with the burning hope of one day having all of this to themself in their spirit - planning to do whatever it took to make that fiction a reality.
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its 5:45 am and i just need to get this off my chest but when i see blurry pictures of chan my heart starts fucking racing smtimes like there's a very specific genre of pictures of him that get my head dizzy and my heart racing and it's always when it's kinda blurry and hazy and it makes me feel so many fucking emotions i dont know how to explain but it just drives me fucking insane like there's smth abt it smth that makes it feel so hazy and soft and dizzying in a wonderful way i don't really know how to explain it but it makes me feel sick in the head because i just . i want him
#blurry photography makes me feel . so much#it's actually gut wrenching . i don't know how else to explain#but it feels so intimate LIKE I DONT KNOW HOW ELSE TO SAY IT#it feels so tangible and like god this is my vision of you#even in the hazy lights with eyes half closed from the feeling this is you#i need to be put on medication immediately#idk you guys 😂👍i'm gonna kms if i think abt it too much#oh he makes my stomach tie up in knots#he genuinely makes me feel fucking drunk with adoration smtimes like#i feel like i'm dizzy and my senses aren't there anymore when i see him smtimes#it's not looking good !#li.txt#chan thoughts
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Fate Charles Leclerc Story…
… Chapter 10 …
Last night felt like a dream, the way Charles treated me was straight out of a fairytale...
The way he held me in his arms and kissed my forehead made me weak in the knees.
What shocked me was the fact he wasn't afraid to give me attention and affection in a large group of people who no doubt had taken multiple pictures of us. He didn't seem to care, and it was almost like he was proud to be there with me as his date. Something I was not used too, Jake always pretended like I never existed when we were in social settings or in public.
I rolled over and noticed that Lucy was awake as well scrolling on her phone. "Morning Elle," she said as she looked over at me.
"Morning" I said smiling at her as I stretched my arms over my head, "so you and Lando Eh!"
"You and Charles Eh!" She mimicked me as she rolled her eyes, "These nothing to report, captain."
"Really...Nothing?" I questioned, "you two seemed awfully cozy last night"
"I mean we were flirting all night... but its not like he kissed me or anything" Lucy said looking a little upset about Lando not taking the opportunity to kiss her after they spent most of the evening together flirting back and forth.
"Maybe he was just nervous," I offered, as I tried to make her feel better about the situation.
"We will see."
"When are you supposed to hear back about the job here in Monaco?" I questioned hopeful that she would get the job.
"They mentioned that they would let me know on Monday. But it seemed like they were impressed throughout the interview."
"You will get it! Everything will fall into place for the both of us." I said as I climbed out of bed and walked towards my closet, grabbing sweat pants and a sweater.
We made our way towards the kitchen where Kelly and Max were both sitting reading the news paper and drinking a coffee.
"There she is," joked Max as soon as he saw me walk into the kitchen.
"What?" I questioned as I walked towards the coffee maker and poured some coffee for both Lucy and I.
Max didn't say anything he just lifted up the news paper he was reading.
My eye widened in shock as I looked at the front page of the news paper... on the front page was a blurry picture of Charles and I standing hugging each other as he bent down and kissed my forehead with the words 'WHO IS CHARLES NEW GIRL?'
"What the Fuck!" I gasped as I walked closer to Max to see the paper better.
"Holy shit!" Lucy exclaimed as she ran over to see the news paper, "My bestie is famous."
"Thank god you can't see my face," I added as I started to freak out internally.... What would this mean for Charles and I... We were definitely not at the stage of our relationship to go public... especially because we were still in the early stages of developing something more than being just friends.
"Everything will be alright Elle," Kelly said as she reached over and placed her hand gently on my shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze "Im here for you, as you navigate everything."
"Im here for you too Elle," Max said "I'll can help you get accustomed to the formula 1 life style."
"Holy shit...the fan girls are losing there minds on Instagram," Lucy said as she was scrolling on her instagram.
"Lucy, my advice is to not look at social media until you and Charles figure things out." Suggested Kelly.
I nodded my head as I took another sip of my coffee. I trusted Kelly she had gone through a similar situation when her and Max first started to date. She grew up in the racing world so she knew a thing or two about what it is like. And now she is dating Max a formula one world champion.
I could feel my phone buzzing in my sweater pocket, looking down I saw that Charles was calling me... he must have saw the news paper article as well.
"Belle," his voice sounded like he had just woke up, "are you okay?" Concern evident in his voice.
"Im okay," I said smiling, the sound of his voice making me feel a sense of calm and comfort.
"Im so sorry, I had no idea that us going together would make front page news."
"It's okay Charles, you can't control what is being written about you."
"Come over to my place, I want to hold you in my arms again."
"Let me shower and get dressed, then I will head down to your place."
"Okay Belle," Charles said sounding happy that I had said yes to coming over "my apartment number is 1016."
"See you soon," I said into the phone before hanging up and heading towards my bedroom so that I could go shower.
I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Lucy has whispered something to Kelly before following me to my bedroom.
"Im going to head over to Charles place" ... "Im going to Lando's place" Lucy said at the same time as me.
We both looked at each other and laughed.
I quickly showered and curled my hair, while Lucy picked out some clothes for me to wear.
While Lucy showered, I got dressed in the leggings, tank top and cardigan she picked out for me... before quickly picking out some leggings and a sweater for Lucy to wear.
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I walked out of the elevator and made my way to his door. Taking a deep breath I lifted my hand to knock on the door. He opened the door and pulled me into his arms, kissing my lips before guiding me into his apartment. Thank god he had his arm around me or I would have fallen down from the intense fireworks I felt erupt in my body as soon as his lips touched mine.
"Nice place Charles." I said as I looked around, trying to compose myself.
"Thanks."
I looked around at the kitchen and noticed flowers and a box of chocolate sitting on the kitchen island.
Charles pulled me in for a long hug and I buried my head into his chest as I got a whiff of his cologne.
Charles pulled away from our hug looking into my eyes "now I believe you promised me homemade cookies, on our first date."
Laughing I quickly make my way into the kitchen and started making the chocolate chip cookies that I had made with Penelope the other day. Charles kept coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around me before reaching down and stealing a piece of cookie dough. Laughing at his attempt to be sneaking I playfully smacked his arm away.
As we were waiting for the cookies to bake Charles pulled me into the livingroom. I sat down beside him as he grabbed the remote from the coffee table. Once the remote was in his hand he leaned back on the couch and placed his feet straight on the sectional.
Once he was comfy, he pulled me into his body so that my head was on his chest and our legs were intertwined.
He turned on the TV and went to Netflix. We scrolled through Netflix and settled on F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
Just as Ross and Rachel were about to have their first kiss I looked up into Charles's green eyes and I could see that he was looking towards my lips and then back up to my eyes.
We both slowly moved our heads towards one another. Just as our lips were millimetres apart the oven dinged signalling that the cookies were done.
We pulled apart laughing as Charles stood up and offered me his hand to help me up. We walked into the kitchen smiling as we grabbed the cookies and ice cream and made our way back to the couch.
"Belle, I am enjoying every minute I get to spend with you. You make me so happy and I know things are moving fast, but it just seems right. I can't stop thinking about you and all I want to do is spend all my time with you." Charles said looking into my eyes like he was trying to get a glimpse into my soul.
"I'm loving every minute I get to spend more time with you as well." I said as I got lost looking into his gorgeous eyes.
"I know it's moving fast but will you be my girlfriend?" Asked Charles as he looked into your eyes. I could see the nerves radiating from his body.
I looked into his hopeful green eyes as I maneuvered my body so that I was facing him grabbed both of his huge hands in my tiny ones.
"Oh Charles.... I really want to be your girlfriend but Im scared that you are going to break my heart" I said as I took a deep breath. "My last relationship really messed with my head. We were engaged and on our wedding day I found out he was cheating on me with one of my friends. I found out by catching him having sex with her at the wedding venue. He fucked with head the moment I met him, but I was young and naïve and believed everything he told me. It started off small like never complimenting me, the you look fine or you should probably put more make up on. He never ever called me beautiful or even pretty. He always told me that I was a psycho bitch, and that no other man would ever love me, and that I was lucky that he loved me." A tear rolled down my cheek as I told Charles about Jake. "Not that I think you would cheat on me if we were together."
Just as I was about to reach up and wipe my tears away his hands quickly wiped them away as he pulled me into his muscular chest.
"I fucking hate him... I hate that he did that to you and that you had to go through that... you are so beautiful on the inside and out and the fact that he never saw it or appreciated you is his lost... I promise you that if you gave me the opportunity to love you, you would never ever doubt my love for you. Loving you would be my priority. Let me know when your ready... I will be waiting with open arms for you."
I nodded my head and buried myself deeper into Charle's embrace, enjoying the safety of being in his arms.
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When I got back to my place, Kelly quickly pulled me aside and asked how everything went.
"To be honest I am terrified of my feelings. I've only known him for three weeks but it feels like I've known him my whole life. My heart is telling me to let myself fall in love with him and to trust that he isn't going to break me apart. But my brain is telling me to protect myself from being hurt."
Kelly pulled me in for a hug "I can't promise you that you won't get hurt along the way but I can promise you that Charles will do anything in his power to make sure you feel loved and like you are a priority to him. I have known him since he started racing in formula 1 and I have never seen him so invested in getting to know someone as much as he is with you. I see the way he looks at you, it is as if you are the only person in the world. He is falling for you just as hard as you are falling for him."
"I think your right Kelly! He asked me to be his girlfriend this evening and I told him I was scared because of everything that happened with Jake. But I shouldn't be so worried about the past that I miss what is right in front of me...my future."
"Go get your man Elle," Kelly said as she shoved me towards the doorway. I quickly thanked her and made my way back to Charles apartment.
I quickly knocked on the door, hoping that he hadn't gone to bed yet seeing as it was quite late.
"Elle?" Answered Charles as opened the door only wearing his boxers, a surprised look on his face as he quickly pulled me into his arms, shutting the door behind him.
"I'm YOURS Charles." I said as I put my hands on his face and kissed his lips.
"Really?" he asked as he pulled away from the kiss, I could see the excitement in his eyes.
"YES! Im done letting my past define my future... you're my future Charles"
"WOOHOOO!" Charles yelled as he picked me up into his arms and spun me around in a circle.
I couldn't contain my giggle at his reaction. I looked into his eyes as he pulled me close. A piece of my hair fell into my face and I could feel his hand move up to move it. His hand gently moving the hair out of my face before slowly moving down to cup my cheek.. Our heads moved together like two magnets being pulled us together as our lips slowly touched. It was like time stood still, as fireworks erupted. Slowly pulling away from the kiss we connecting our foreheads together as we both breathed out "WOW."
"I promise you, Elle. I will never make you question my commitment to you." Charles said as he pulled me in for another breathtaking kiss.
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