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Hi besties! I am bringing you the first installment of my Valentine’s Day collab with @numberonejeonginstan! This idea has been festering in my head and i am a little too excited to bring it to fruition!
Summary: Hard launching your relationship with Chan was always in the plan……but not this way
Warnings: taking of a sexual picture that gets uploaded on chan’s instagram, rough sex, multiple rounds, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex( doo not!), creampie, reader is a tease, Afab!reader, hair pulling, slightly traumatizing the band mates( you’ll see and I am sorry), mention of JYP( NOT SEXUAL AND AGAIN IM SORRY), Chan being on the phone with jyp while fucking you senseless, degradation, mention of spitting, dacryphilia
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2 years, that is how long you and Chan have been together. Shockingly, you had managed to keep your relationship well hidden and away from the public eye.
Two happy years of blissful memories and tear jerking earth shattering orgasms. Naturally, you loved being able to gatekeep a side of him that only you knew. The side of him where he pulled your hair and spat in your mouth calling you his “dirty little secret,” his “pretty little cumslut.”
But, he also had a sweet side, when in the bedroom. Some days, he would hold your hands, your ankles settled on his slender waist ( right above his plump juicy voluptuous ass) as he so gingerly, sensually, precisely rolled his hips into yours. Those nights you were his angel, his pretty girl.
As much as you loved keeping your relationship a secret, you both knew that eventually you would post or release a statement about your long term relationship or one of you, probably Chan, would slip up and word would spread like wild fire.
That’s when you came up with the idea of a post, a simple captured image of the two of you that would announce your relationship to the public world. Dating an idol was hard, but you and Chan had lasted two years already, even through all the dating rumors— Chan and Jimin— and tours, promotions, schedules, late nights in the studios.
So, you ,being the ever gracious partner you are, mentioned it to Chan. “Baby, why don’t we just post something to announce us?” You perched, curled against his chest one night in bed. “A post? Where, my love?” He yawned out, placing a soft kiss to your hair.
“Your instagram. The caption doesn’t;t have to be anything magnificent, and neither does the picture. Just something to say ‘ hey i have a partner.” You mumbled, your manicured fingernails tracing shaped along his defined chest.
“Baby, are you sure?” He felt uncertain. It was so public, and once it was on the internet, it could never be removed. It was permanent. Gazing up at him , you nodded, “yeah. It doesn’t have to be some super spectacular picture, channie. Just us, it doesn’t even have to fully show our faces,” you consoled, sensing that he wasn’t too keen on the idea.
But ……he was a little too keen…..and had sinister ideas in his head
That’s what got you to where you are now. Chan had completely stripped you and himself of all layers of clothing except underwear. Your sleek black push up bra and an accompanying thong–that was ruined by how wet you were– and his black Calvin klein boxers–that were holding his painfully hard dick.
“S-so wet chan, please,baby.” You mewled out, feeling yet another surge of wetness ooze from your cunt. “Oh? You're so wet and I haven't even done anything yet,doll?” He teased, with a seductive lilt in his voice and tilt of his head.
Laying on the bed, you drew your eyes closed and hissed as you felt the slight chap and plushness of his lips sucking at the juncture of your jaw and neck. “A-ah Chan. Fuck, so good,” you whined, your hands finding purchase at the hairs resting at the base of hips neck, pulling and tugging.
Little did you know, Chan had secretly grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of him sucking your neck. The picture only showing the lower half of your face.
That was what he was going to post
Chuckling, Chan bit his teeth into the skin, hard enough to draw a hickey to the surface of what was your paled skin. “Yeah? Feels so good, honey? Bet your poor cunt is so drippy and wet for me, huh?” All you could do was nod your head quickly, as he slithered his hand down the plane of your torso and into your thong.
“Poor doll, so fucking wet. You want my fingers?” Chan chuckled, leaning his head in to suck another hickey onto your skin. “Yes, yes please. Hhhnnnngggggg-fuck- please.” The words fumbled out of your mouth. Rubbing his calloused fingers along the slit of your cunt, he pressed them against your clit causing your body to jerk and your head to roll back.
“Oh my fuuck! Chan chan please,” you had all but managed to whine out before he rubbed brazen harsh circles and finger 8s on your clit. “Please what, doll? I'm giving you my fingers.” He laughed,haughtily. He knew what he was doing and he also knew he could make you cum from just rubbing your clit.
As good as his fingers on your clit felt, and trust me it was good, you needed more. Closing your eyes, your hips bucked up and you cried. “Please more more! Hhhnnnngggggg! Want them in me, please chan!” You cried, hot tears of pleasure rolling down the plump apples of your cheeks.
Chan loved seeing you cry when he was making you feel so good. It was one of his favorite sights, something he could write a song about. Hell, he already did but it was going to be unreleased.
With a dark chuckle, his fingers let up on your clit and he used his other hand to grab onto the fabric of your thong and pull it down your thighs. “Fuck, doll. So fucking wet. Poor cunt is all drippy for me.” He groaned out, once he saw the clear sticky string of your nectar connecting itself to your thong.
How could you not be wet? You bit your lit harshly and spread your legs further, feeling the pads of his fingers pressing at the entrance of your cunt. “Ah-ah! Fuck! So wet for you, channie!” You cried out, feeling his lips connect themselves with yours as he pushed 2 of his fingers into the wet walls of your cunt.
“Yeah? Does that feel good?” He breathed against your lips, slowly building a rhythm as he pumped his bulbous fingers into your cunt. “Pretty cunt sucked my fingers right in, doll.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips. Shuddering, you let out a ragged breath and moan, to which he swallowed both.
“Yes, yes. Hhhhnnnngggg feels so good, channie. Love your fingers!” You choked out, your breathing ragged as your chest rise and fell quickly. “Yeah?like my fingers, doll? Do they fill you up?” He snickered, the pace of his finger's quickening.
Soon enough, he was alternating between harsh pumps, slowed drags and just pressing on your g-spot with small vibrations. It was delicious, delirious and addictive.
Going back to his fast harsh pumps, the palm of his hand was smacking against your clit with every push in. You were close, the coil of your orgasm tightening with every passing second. “Fuck fuck fuck! Channie! Close, close, ‘m gonna cum!” You sobbed, chest heaving and your legs fidgeting.
Spitting into your mouth, chan fastened his pace and held your hips down. “Yeah? Wanna be a good little cumslut and soak my fucking fingers? Do it, do it so I can fuck you full of my big cock, doll.”
At that, the coil snapped and your vision went white. “Yeeeeeeesss! Hhhnngggg-fuck fuck fuck! Cumming!” You choked in broken sobs, your orgasm ripping through your body as you soaked his fingers.
“Good girl, that's my good girl. Soaking my fingers like a dirty slut.” He cooed, venomously. Pulling his fingers out of your cunt, he pushed his boxers down as he hard and dripping cock sprang free.
“All fours, doll.” He told you, which you somehow managed to hear. “Fuck, okay.” You whimpered, raising yourself into your limbs even though your arms collapsed, leaving only your ass in the air.
“Look at you. Offering that sweet cunt to me,” he chuckled, swiping his red and leaking cock head through your slit. “Please, channie. In me- need -” was all you managed to get out before he was pushing his cock in to the hilt.
On the typical day, he would inch his cock into you. Sometimes even going as far as to count out each and every inch of his deliciously long, girthy, veiny cock. Hissing out, through bated breaths. “One inch in, doll. Stretching out so pretty around my big fucking cock.” The groans and grunts falling into the air, through his plump lips, into the room whose air smelt of pure unadulterated debauchery and sex. He’d inch another in, the grip your velvet walls on his girth almost suffocating.” Two in, doll. Fuck me.” Another inch, practically half way there. It felt never ending. But, when all 7 and half inches of his cock were sheathed in the warm, hot, suffocating,soft walls of your pussy it felt as if you didn’t know where you started and Chan ended.
At the moment, the base of his pelvis and his neatly trimmed pubic hairs were pressed so hotly smug against the crack of your ass. Slowly, he drew his hips back, eyes almost rolling to the back of his skull as a wet squelch sound echoed along the walls. As slowly as he withdrew his hips, he plunged his cock back into you. “Hnnnng! Oh my fuck! Channie!” You hiccuped, the breathing knocked out of your chest, at the force and precision of his thrust.
“Fuuuuuuck, me. Pussy is so fucking wet, doll. What, does it get you hot and bothered all creamy in your pathetic little thong to know the world knows you belong to me?” He seethed, his breathing ragged. Picking up his pace, his hips snapped against yours, thus leaving a wet ring of your arousal at the base of his cock. The most you were capable of doing was gripping the bed sheets around you and crying out in sheer, earth shattering pleasure. “Hnnnnngggg! A-ah-ah! Oh my god!”
Yes. Yes it did, get you all hot, bothered and creamy to know the world was aware of your relationship—well not yet, at least.
“God can’t help you, doll. Now answer my question.”he barked, only continuing the brutal pummeling of his cock into the warm cavern that was your cunt. Smack. One sharp slap delivered to your ass cheeks, for each passing second you didn’t answer his question. “Answer the fucking question doll!”
Through your cries and hiccups, you nodded your head, feeling yourself get floaty. “Yes! Yes-fuck! Yes, I like knowing the world knows you’re mine and-“ another sharp thrust, his red mushroom cockhead bullying your g-spot. “Yes, it -fuuuuuck- it makes me hot and bothered and so fucking wet!”
While you lay there taking whatever Chan gave you, Chan reached to his bedside table to grab his phone. Opening the instagram app, he clicked the ‘make a new post’ button and threw the phone by your head. “I bet you fucking do, doll.” Snap, his pelvis collided against the swell of your ass, your ass cheeks rippling from the force. “Go ahead, post that fucking picture we took, doll. Let everyone know, I’m taken.” He sneered, a venomous laugh tumbling from his lips as his pace went from hard and brutal to deep and precise rolls.
Incredulously, you peeked your eyes open, throwing a semi-horrified but mostly shocked face at him. “What!? Post the- hhhngg fuck I’m close- picture?! Are you fucking crazy, Chan!?” You argued, your eyes rolling back, as he punctuated his rolls to hit your g-spot with every punch in. Bending over your back, he sucked a hickey on the sweet spot behind your ear. Chuckling, he panted, “yeah, crazy for you. Crazy in love with you crazy for this sweet fucking cunt.” He kissed the back of your neck, snapping his hips against yours.
Well. It’s his idea.
Biting your lip, you moaned and took his phone into your hands, selecting the photo of you two. His plump luscious lips sucking the juncture of your neck and jaw. It was erotic, to say the leases, and definitely confirmed that Chan was in fact in a relationship. Swiping through the motions, you arched your ass into chan’s hips. “Fuck me, Chan. What should the caption be?”
02.14
Valentine’s Day . This would be your third Valentine’s Day together. Each previous one being celebrated with lavish gifts, romantic candlelit dinners, making love
Which is a stark contrast to your current day. The feeling of chan’s hips ramming against yours, his mushroom cockhead leaking precum as he precisely hit your g-spot, the stretch of his cock in the tightness of your walls( no matter how many times you’d made love and fucked), the sounds of his groans and grunts.
It was the polar opposite of your past shared valentines days. Chan could tell you were getting close. Man, he always knew. The way your warm wet walls would suffocate his cock in its vice like grip, leaking even more arousal to build at the thigh base of his cock wetting his pubic hair.
Your breathing becomes shallow and broken with your desperate cries and begs and what he calls “pathetic princess pleas” for him to let you cum. Of course, he always did.
But, he had a little trick up his sleeve.
Sucking your earlobe into his mouth, he could feel every pulse and clench of your cunt as he bullied and abused your cunt with his ,magnificent, cock. “Hhhhhnnggggg!oh my fuuuuck! Chan Chan Chan,” you spilled, eyes clenching, the begs pouring from you like a faucet.
Cute. He thought it was cute. His own orgasm was creeping up on him, his balls full of hot thick cum waiting to be painting your walls. “I know, doll. But …..I need you to do one thing,for me,okay.”
His rolls and thrusts and the gyrations of his hips never stopped, all the while. “Fuck-yes yes! Anything,channie! I’ll do anything, just let me cum please! I’m so close.” You cried, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as your throat burned from the amount of use it was going through.
“Post it,” he breathed into your ear. Post it? Post what— fuck. You had completely forgot about the post; that was to be uploaded on his instagram. That very instagram where he posted ‘boyfriend coded’ pictures that were taken by you. The instagram that had 7.1 MILLION followers— some of them being his own band members.
The pleasure full abuse of his dick on your pussy had made you forget the post. The picture captioned a simple yet effective ‘02.14,’ “post it…..post it and I’ll give you my load, pump you full until you’re leaking and gasping for air, doll.” Chan slyly smiled down at your shaking form. Nodding, you shakily grabbed his phone, unlocking it with your Face ID; yes you had Face ID on his phone.
With all the strength you could muster, your orgasm about to rip you to shreds and wreak havoc on your body, you hit the button. Posted. You cried, and curled your toes, hot cries leaving your body as you flashed him the screen, his post showing on the feed.
Crying, your body seized and spammed, the hot white release pulling your body to the brink of reality. Damn was this orgasm strong. “Aaaaaggghhhhh! Hnnnggggg, fuck! I’m cumming fuck,Chan! Your vision was white, your release thoroughly coating the entirety of his cock. You came a lot. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush of announcing your relationship in such an erotic way or the way Chan was fucking you so addicting lay well or both.
Probably both.
“Fuck. Good fucking girl. Take my load, like the good doll you are.” He groaned, fully bottomed out as spurt after spurt and ribbon after ribbon of his viscous hot cum filled your walls. “Yeeaahhhhh. Taking your boyfriend’s cum after posting that picture. My good girl,he spat, a tinge of venom laced in his husky voice.
Regaining your breathing, you collapsed on the bed, Chan collapsing by your side.”wow……..happy Valentine’s Day,baby.” He smiled, placing a kiss to your hair. “Wow, indeed. Happy Valentine’s Day,my channie.” You giggled, still out of breath. “Can’t believe we just hard launched our relationship,” you giggled out, suddenly remembering the post.
He chuckled and nodded, “I know..what do you think they’ll say.” Oh boy did people have a lot to say, you knew they would and you didn’t need to check the post. But, you hadn’t even checked instagram yet. His phone had been tossed somewhere on the bed when he came and yours was charging on your nightstand. That and the fact that your body had been practically turned into a pile of mush and goo with the way Chan was giving it to you. You were just too lazy.
Pulling you into his side, he placed a delicate kiss on your temple. “Kinda feels good to be out about it, though.” That was true, you wouldn’t have to be so secretive, always hiding and being cautious and careful about being seen together in public. “Agreed, channie. It feels nice, but i know you and you’ll still be flirting with stays on the bubble. “You laughed, patting his toned chest with your hand. “What? I don’t flirt, with them.”
Lies. Lies lies lies. Lies and he knows it. “Oh shut it, mister “teasing mrs.Bahng is what i live for,” You snorted, the recollection of his bubble messages playing through your head.
The atmosphere had made a 180 degree turn, hearing the familiar ring of his phone. “Huh?Who could be calling me?” He mumbled, sitting up and perching himself on the foot of the bed, checking the caller ID.
JYP PD-nim
Shit. Fuck. Damn it. Shitting bricks. Crying. Throwing up. That was how he felt. You could sense the change of his mood, by the way his eyebrows rose and he cleared his throat. Raising your eyebrows, you crawled until you were sitting behind him letting your cheek rest against his toned and muscular back.
“Hi, JYP pd-nim.” He chuckled out nervously. Oh fuck……it was his boss. “Hello, Bang Chan. I saw your recent post.” He replied, dryly. Uh oh. “I-I’m so sorry, pd-him. I’m- I don’t know how to even explain it,” Chan stuttered out.
All of a sudden, a devilish idea popped in your head. Mess with him. Resting your cheek on his back, you slid your hands around his front and guided them around his chest. What were you doing, he thought. He was literally on the phone with his boss, for fucks sake. And you want to play games with him?
Dangerous. A dangerous game indeed. “Well, Bang Chan, I will have to release a formal statement and apology,” JYP sounded through the phone. His voice was calm but Chan's voice wouldn’t be. Slowly, you meticulously dragged your hands down to his softening cock. “I- i understand, pd-him.” He admonished, slightly choking on his saliva when your soft hands wrapped around his girth.
Muting the phone, he turned to you. “Yeah! What the fuck are you doing? I'm talking to my boss. Sit on your pretty ass and behave!” Chan barked at you, causing a gush of wetness to escape from your cunt, as you slowly jerked his cock.“ What if i don’t want to?” You giggled. Oh, you were in for it. RIP your pussy, again.
“Hello? Bang Chan are you still there? This is a very important conversation.” You could hear the words come from the speaker, your chin on chan’s shoulder as your lips sucked love bites into his tanned skin. “Yes! Yes, i’m here pd-nim.” He replied, swatting your thigh in warning.
A warning you did not heed, only fastening your hand causing a dribble of precum to spill from the slit of his now hard, again, cock. Choking back a groan, he covered it with a cough and a “sorry, my throat is a little dry.” Another lie. Softly, you giggled and watched as his breathing hitched and he panicked.
The conversation continued, as did your teasing. Your manicured fingernails leave scratches on his chest, as your body pressed against his back. He was going to snap, soon. “Listen to your boss, channie.” The whisper crossed his ears, as your lips were against the shell of his right ear.
Oh, he had enough of you and your games. Squishing the phone between his ear and shoulder, he turned to you and pressed you into the mattress. Once he muted the call, he pushed your legs into a mating press. “Wanna be a naughty doll and play games, huh? Well, I’ve had enough,’ and with that he was pushing his cock into your cunt and setting a brutal pace.
Unmuting the call, JYP was still going on about what if dispatch put an article out, that some stay are young and impressionable, he should’ve talked to JYP about confirming your relationship to the public.
At the moment, it was falling on Chan’s deaf ears. he knew this was an important conversation which he should’ve been present in, paying attention because the post was suggestive and slightly erotic and could have big implications. Yes he should have been paying attention to what his boss was saying.
But, how could he when your cunt was sucking him in and was so tight and snug around him, especially when he had fucked you not even 10 minutes ago? He couldn’t. What was JYP going to do, anyways? Fire Chan? No, not in a million years. Put him on a hiatus? Shit, that’s mean he’d get to spend more time with you and fuck you more. He wouldn’t be complaining.
“Hello? Hello? Bang Chan?” He heard in one year, the wet squelches of his cock driving into your cunt playing through his other ear. With foxish eyes, you bit your lip. Moans and pants falling from your lips. “Aaaaah…hhhnnggg. So good, channie. More, give me more.”
If more was what you wanted then more was what you would get. Delivering a harsh thrust, his cock was fully bottomed out in you as he withdrew a couple inches. Pushing back in, his cockhead was fully pressing around your g-spot. He knew its location so well. “Yeah? Like that, doll?” He chuckled, his boss still spilling words about the post and blah blah blah.
In all honesty, Chan couldn’t care less. But you wanted to poke the bear some more. “Chan-ah. Pay attention to him,” you breathlessly giggled, feeling your toes curl. Your second orgasm of the night approaching. “Pay attention? How can I pay attention when your tight little pussy is sucking me in, doll?” He punctuated his question with a hard thrust.
“Ah! ah ah fuck,channie!” You moaned, reaching up to tug on his ebony hair. He had a point. If you were on the phone while he was balls deep inside you, you definitely wouldn’t have been able to pay attention. “See, doll? Can’t pay attention when you feel so good around me,” he chuckled out, his lush lips pressing against the swells of your breasts.
“Chan-fuck! It’s your boss,” you helplessly cried, as he only continued to delve and plow his cock into you. “No, just focus on us, doll. I know you want to cum again. And i know you want me to fill you up again, yeah?” He chided, phone still tucked between his ear and shoulder.
Rolling your eyes back, you nodded. Damn, he was right that you wanted him to fill you again and that you wanted to cum again. “I can feel you getting close. Your little cunt is all gushy and squeezing me, doll. Give me one more,baby.” He coerced, rolling his hips into your, your thighs perched high on his. “I know you want to,” and damn did you.
As close as you were, you needed just a touch more, a nudge, a push. Something, but you couldn’t put your tongue on it. Tongue. That was what you needed. “Moaning, you pulled Chan down for a hot kiss. Immediately, your tongues fought for dominance.
That beloved second orgasm was getting closer and closer. “I can tell you want to cum. Come on baby, one more.” Chan breathed in your mouth. His lips swallowed each and every one of your cries, pants, hiccups, pleas. Tearfully, you cried into his mouth, hands pulling his hair. “Right there, I’m right there. Fuck! Hhhnnnggggg channie!” You pleaded, your muscles spamming and twitching again as your back arched from where it laid on your bed.
“Let go for me doll. Soak me good and I’ll fill you up.” He bargained, the pace in his rolls and thrusts faltering. His own second orgasm on the brink of grasping his conscience. He couldn’t hold out much longer, so he reached a hand to rub quick calculated circles on your clit.
“I-hng! Fuuuuck! Yes yes, like that! I’m gonna cum!” You wailed, sobbing as your head tipped back and the band of your orgasm snapped. For the second time that night, your vision went white and your body was made mush. Pliable for whatever Chan wished.
But, all he wished was to cum in you, fill you with his seed. And that was exactly what he did. Pinching his eyes shut, his hips staggered before stilling against your own. “Yeeeeah, taking my cum again. Juuuust like that, squeezing my cock so good.” He groaned out,voice husky and raspy. He came a lot, leaking out of your abused hole and onto the bedding below your now sweaty bodies.
Those sheets were absolutely ruined, but it wasn’t the first time nor would it be the last.
Cynically, Chan unmuted the phone call and held his phone to you. “Want to say hi to JYP pd-nim, doll?”
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Alright to keep it short, I’m making a new Rebuild AU post here. The context for this is right here if you want it or haven’t seen it.
@willthemechanist
Hhsdfdsf yes evil Freddy is such a fun mental image and I love how quickly this has turned into ‘they straight up kill Freddy cause fuck that guy’. What if he has a tragic backstory on par with Doofenshmirtz from Phineas & Ferb? The band teased him one time for being a goody two shoes and now he’s gonna burn down the Pizzaplex.
Hsddfsdfds in all seriousness, I can think of a reason why he might allow Gregory to hurt Roxy but I can’t really think of one for him doing it to everyone else? Maybe he’s unaware of the virus and just assumes they’re being like this out of some sort of allegiance with Vanny or something? Or maybe he was just secretly putting on the polite smile despite hating everyone there? I dunno. Something to think about it
But yeeeeeeeeeeeesssss!! I love things where Gregory naturally just. Drifts away from Freddy because everyone else goes out of their way to take care of him instead of leaving him to his own devices all the time. Like, they work together and mix into a family unit or a really strong friend group but after Freddy’s betrayal, he’s no longer a part of that. It only brings everyone else closer as they band together to deal with this situation, Vanessa being added to the group as well. For Gregory to stick with Freddy and then wind up with everyone else and discover that these people are better for him? He deserves that honestly
AND YOU KNOW WHAT I’VE JUST REALISED
Freddy never found out in canon that his friends were infected by a virus. He just assumed that. Actually, is it even canon they were infected by a virus? I feel like it’s widely accepted that’s what happened but what if it wasn’t? What if Freddy just allowed this child to go on a rampage for no good reason? I suppose the more I think about it, the less sense it makes, but hypothetically, would that be fucked up or what?
#on another note#how do you even come back from this#like this is awful shit how do you come back from that#what if gregory took freddy back to a faz ent place and they just revamped him and stuck him on stage again or sent him to vanessa?#just to get rid of him?#and gregory followed because what else is he gonna do#they're nessa's problem now#but freddy getting found and put back on stage would mean he'd get a new set of friends and a new go at things#he just wouldn't necessarily be safe from Fazbear Ent#gregory going to get help and ending up with the others at the old Pizzaplex and discovering that no actually#freddy was kind of a dick#this is way better#ACTUALLY YOU KNOW WHAT#that is the ONLY way he could go back on stage#or go back into the public eye#because that's huge ass copyright right there#Fazent would be able to let it slide with the others but with their MASCOT???#nah that's different#you can't just let them take your mascot#rip freddy but he do be kinda fucked#yikes to him#/chill#comment response#i'm tired again i dunno how coherent i am anymore
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Did I start watching succession at some point last year? Yes. Should I continue watching it now in order to be caught up when the last episode airs? Yes. Will I actually do so or watch any other series which demands continous pursuit and commitment? Fuck no
#To borrow the words of nessa seriemoerder and the public german broadcaster production companies:#A story should be done after 90 min#Except Hausen the moment my library finally allows me to borrow it I'm so fucking watching it within a week#But it's only 6-8 episodes so...
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Change your user randomly and I will panic
#no bc i thought i accidentally made my account public#it was the most random of all users too 😭#—nessa rambles💬
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The Librarian kisses his wife before going to passionately defend books from being banned by evangelicals
#guillotine public library#Jonathan von Abendroth#Nessa Abendroth#you know it's serious when the sweatervest comes OFF#my art
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does anyone else here headcanon that nessa and raihan are siblings or at least cousins or is that just me
#kaz rambles#it might js be because of the similar designs but like nessa is a model and raihan is an influencer and i just think itd be cool if they#were siblings who are both gym leaders AND icons in terms of publicity#and like. i ship soniaxnessa and raihanxleon so there's potential in that too#IDK i just think it'd be cool to have calm collected sister and goofy silly brother#there's definitely other characters i can see them being related to but it's just since i played the game kinda been a thought 4 me#i should plan it out more but wtv 😝
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The way my heart rate rockets if I see someone I used to know in public
#not even public#just in traffic#i thought i saw my ex#but i didnt get a good look at the face#ah well#thats living in a small city#nessa says
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ETHAN CADDELL WILSON, NESSA PAILOR, & CLUB HEAVEN
#verse: riverdale. — ❝ our story is about a town. get closer though; & you start seeing the shadows underneath. ❞#nessa tbt.#the caddell's (eth's human verse eldritch family) having Everything to do with her death & him witnessing his fiancée's death firsthand...#him having to go on the run to protect himself from them only makes himself prime suspect number one in the eyes of the public + the law...#im going insane. im gonna start sobing violently
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Lover Boy-The First Date
~Lover Boy by Phum Viphurit~
Author's Note: never once in my life have I gone to a Top Golf but I've seen many dates on TikTok occur there. Also he's so soft in this gif like be fr
Summary: Y/N and Luke go on their first date
Warnings: awk
Word Count: 2,275
Luke Hughes x Edwards sister!reader
She was laying on her bed, staring towards the movie on the screen. Nessa was rambling on about something that had happened during her study group. In all honesty, Y/N wasn’t listening to a single thing she was saying because her mind was filled with the events that occurred earlier in the night.
She couldn’t get the feeling of his lips on her skin off of her mind. Or the way his hands delicately ran along her skin with so much respect and need at the same time. They didn’t do anything serious, clothes remained on but it was amazing. To the point where she couldn’t stop thinking about it.
“Are you even listening?” Nessa asked while laughing. Y/N blinked multiple times before she shifted her gaze towards Nessa; nodding. “What else is on your mind?” she asked teasingly.
Before she got a chance to answer, there were three knocks on her bedroom door. Y/N jumped from her bed and walked towards the door. Nessa watched her wide eyed as Y/N peeked her eye through the peephole to see Luke standing outside of her door. She fought the smile forming to her lips as she opened the door and slipped outside.
Nessa gasped as she watched Y/N discreetly leave the room. Luke furrowed his eyebrows as he watched her slip out and lean her body against the door. “My roommate is here,” she whispered. He nodded, a small oh leaving his lips.
“So for tomorrow, I’ve got ideas but I need your opinion,” he mumbled as he glanced down the hall. Suddenly aware of the public place they were at. Any one of his teammates could stumble upon them.
“You could’ve texted me that,” she teased as she bit her bottom lip. His mouth opened as his cheeks flushed red as he fought the smirk forming on his lips.
“Well, texting means I don’t get to see you and I wanted to see you,” he muttered as he looked into her eyes, squinting slightly. She smiled as she continued staring into his eyes. “So,” he started as he bounced slightly, “First option is the basic dinner and a movie. You pick the movie, I pick dinner, or the opposite. That’s up to you,” he paused. She nodded encourgingly.
“We could do dinner, dinner is in all of these options by the way, so then we go to dinner and then go to Top Golf,” he let out as he continued to scan her features, “And then the next option is dinner, obviously, and then we go ice skating which I feel is a little on the nose with the whole hockey thing but anyways.” he chuckled nervously.
“And then the last option is dinner and then we go on a drive around town. I didn’t really think that one through as much as the others but I think it could be fun,” he mumbled. “We’ll eventually do all of them I’m sure.”
She smiled towards him, “Let me think it through and I’ll let you know later,” she expressed. He nodded excitedly. She leaned towards him, pecking him on the lips before she slipped right back into her dorm room. Nessa was standing at the door. Y/N stared towards her with her mouth agape. Nessa was staring towards her the same way trying not to giggle.
“When did that happen!?” she asked in a hushed tone. Y/N shuffled away from her and the door as she fought the smile on her lips. “Wait, I thought you didn't get involved with Ethan’s teammates?” she asked quietly as she followed her towards their beds.
“I didn’t until that one kept looking at me with his eyes and his tallness and his curly hair and his smile and I am in trouble aren’t I?” she rambled on as she collapsed on her bed. Nessa laughed as she sat down on her bed.
“Oh my god, tell me everything,” Nessa begged. A groan left Y/N throat as she held her pillow against her face.
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It was the next evening and she was waiting for Luke to knock on her door. She was pacing back and forth, trying to decide if her outfit was perfect enough for her dinner and Top Golf date. She wanted to be casual but cute. She didn’t want to wear anything too tight.
“It’s perfect, stop freaking out!” Nessa let out while excitedly kicking her feet back and forth off her bed. Y/N sighed as she stood still, glancing into the mirror once more. “He’ll think you’re so sexy and hot and-” she was interrupted as three knocks hit their dorm door. Y/N’s eyes widened as she met Nessa’s gaze. “Deep breath,” Nessa mumbled as Y/N took a hold of her purse before walking towards the door.
She took a deep breath as she pulled the door open expecting Luke, but Ethan was standing at her door instead. Her eyes widened as she saw him, “Ethan, what are-why are you here?” she asked, Ethan scanned her frame. His face scrunched together.
“Where are you going?” he asked. Her mouth fell open but she shut it quickly while shaking her head slightly.
“None of your business, what are you doing here?” she asked as she leaned her body against the door frame.
“I wanted to see if you wanted to go out with the guys and I but it seems like you’re going on a date,” he said with a teasing smile.
“No, I’m just going out,” she said confidently. He nodded with a smirk before he took a step backwards.
“Have fun, not too much fun. I’m not ready to be an uncle,” he teased walking down the hallway. He walked back towards the elevator. The doors opened quickly and he stepped on. Y/N still leaned against the doorway to see Luke round the corner with his eyes widened. She smiled widely as her cheeks heated up.
He was wearing his baseball hat backwards with a simple black long sleeve with dark wash jeans. “Gotta go,” she muttered towards Nessa before she shut the door behind her. “Hey,” she let out as she walked towards him.
“Hey, that was a close one,” he mumbled. She nodded dramatically as they met up near the elevator to wait for its arrival.
“Yeah, I’m not ready for him to know about anything,” she said nervously. He nodded as he shoved his hands into his pocket.
“Yeah, I want him to at least get to know me before he realizes I’m taking his sister out on a date,” he muttered as the doors swung open. She chuckled nervously as they entered the elevator.
“Oh for sure,” she let out while meeting his gaze.
“I walked out of my room and saw him at your door and I spun around so fast,” he explained while laughing.
“That would ‘ve been one awkward conversation,” she mumbled. He laughed as he dropped his gaze to the floor.
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The dinner was going great, conversation was flowing beautifully. He was the most perfect gentleman. “So if the Devils called you tomorrow, would you go?” she asked before she took a bite of the chocolate cake they were sharing.
He thought about the question, there wasn’t many reasons why he wouldn’t go. He loved Michigan, he loved the team. He hated school but it’s always good to get some education before jumping into the league.
He tilted his head to the side, fighting a smile on his lips, “I think I can’t say no if they’d ask,” he said thoughtfully. “It won’t be for a few years though,” he muttered before he took a huge bit of the cake. She giggled.
“You don’t know that,” she said, raising her eyebrows, he shrugged shyly.
“What about you? What are your plans after graduation?” he asked, meeting her gaze. She shrugged, frowning slightly.
“I have no idea, I’m an undecided major right now. Testing the waters on some things,” she expressed. He nodded, “I love kids, so maybe teaching. I don’t know yet,” she continued. He listened intently, loving the sound of her voice.
“You’ve got a lot of time to figure it out,” he expressed as the waiter dropped the bill onto the table. Before she had a chance to reach over to it, Luke was already placing his card down. He chuckled watching her squirm and put her hand back into her lap. “You didn’t think you were paying did you?”
“I picked the restaurant,” she said nervously. He smiled softly.
“I wanted you to pick a place you were comfortable,” he muttered as he ran his hand over his chin, “Also you’re never paying when I’m around,” he said with his eyebrows raised. She smiled shyly.
“What if Ethan’s with us?” she asked teasingly. His mouth opened and shut a few times before he chuckled.
“Touche, but I’ll still find a way,” he said with a smile.
It was a little while later and Luke was driving them to the Top Golf place a few miles away from the restaurant they were at. He was playing soft country music as they rode in silence for most of the ride.
It was soft and easy. The only thing that was bothering her was the fact that he hasn’t touched her yet. Despite yesterday and how touchy he was then. Just as the thought entered her mind, he reached over and took a hold of her thigh, rubbing his thumb across the fabric of her jeans. She tried to contain her excitement as the soft gesture meant a lot more than he probably thought it did.
Although, he was freaking out too. He was trying to decide when the best moment was to make a move. It was subtle, and to him, she barely reacted to it.
They climbed out of the car, Luke quickly jogging towards her side of the car to open the door for her. “Thank you,” she muttered as she met his gaze for a few seconds before he rested his hand onto her lower back. He guided her towards the entrance of the facility.
After around ten minutes they were ready to go. He went first, to show her how it was done. He looked back towards her with a smirk and she nodded before she stepped up. Awkwardly trying to figure out how to hold it.
“What are you doing?” Luke asked while holding back a chuckle. She turned her head towards him as she was trying not to laugh.
“How do you hold this thing?” she asked, pouting slightly. He laughed as he walked towards her.
“You wanted to do Top Golf and you don’t know how to hold a golf club?” he asked as he walked towards her, standing beside her, delicately adjusting her arms and hands to hold it correctly.
“I don’t know how to skate either,” she mumbled as she met his eyes for a brief second.
“Your brother plays D1 hockey and is drafted to the NHL and you don’t know how to skate?! How does that happen?” he asked while shaking his head. He stepped away from her while crossing his arms over her chest.
“I played volleyball in school,” she said simply while chuckling before she swung and hit the ball very pathetically. She looked towards him, frowning slightly. He pursed his lips forward trying not to laugh.
“Don’t laugh at me,” she said as she walked towards him, setting her club up against the chair before she looked towards his gaze again. He smiled as he scanned her features.
“Not laughing,” he muttered while shaking his head, he pouted his lips forward to stop the smile forming on his lips. He lowered his gaze towards her glossed lips for a brief second before he met her gaze one more time.
“You’re literally laughing,” she said with a pout still on her lips. He took a hold of her hip and pulled her towards him, he kissed her urgently. He’s been trying to find a moment where he could kiss her.
He missed the feeling of her lips on his since yesterday. It’s all that he’s been thinking about since. She smiled into the kiss as she rested her hand onto his chest. “This has been so fun,” she mumbled against his lips as his phone rang in his pocket.
“Sorry,” he mumbled as he pulled his phone from his pocket. Ethan was calling him. He looked towards her panickedly. She shoved him softly, encouraging him to answer it. He cleared his throat before he pulled it to his ear. “Hey man,” he said, smiling awkwardly towards Y/N.
“Some of the guys are going to the bars tonight, you in?” Ethan asked. Luke tilted his head back, muttering a few curse words before he met her gaze.
“Not tonight, I’m out on a drive right now,”
“Oh come on, don’t be lame,” Ethan countered. Luke’s eyes widened as he took a deep breath.
“I-uhm, I don’t really feel like it tonight, what about tomorrow?”
“Alright, I’ll hold you to that Hughesy,” he mumbled before he hung up the phone. Luke slowly pulled the phone from his ear as he looked deeply into her eyes.
“Are we going to lie to him forever?” he asked, swallowing hard.
“I don’t know,” she muttered as she delicately shoved him forward to continue his turn. She glanced down towards her phone to see a text from her brother.
E: Bars tomorrow? Nessa can come too.
She stared towards the text, her heart beating rapidly.
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ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ richard ríos!ficante; br!core; rivalidade masculina; rivalidade no futebol (palmeiras x flamengo); participação especial do arrascaeta (vide o tópico anterior rsrsrsrsrsrs); alguns termos do futebol (a maioria é só posições); hate sex; manhandling; possessividade; degradação (uso de ‘piranha’, ‘burrinha’, ‘putinha’); oral (masc.); spit kink; rough sex; chocking; face fucking; um tapinha no rosto; public sex; sexo desprotegido (e em hipotese alguma façam o que acontece nessa fic!!!!!!!!); dirty talk; penetração anal.
idollete’s typing… ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ. flamenguistas eu amo vcs tá mas vou dar uma esculachada aqui para propósitos bucetisticos não mi matem pls, adoro vcs 🩷 e vou fingir SIM que o palmeiras ganhou de goleada hj porque a vida de uma garota não é nada sem delírios inocentes. also eu não revisei ainda, então ignorem possíveis errinhos tá mwah e boa semana pra vcs
Quando o árbitro deu o apito final, Richard já estava partindo como um tornado em direção ao vestiário. Ele estava puto.
E não era porque o time perdeu. Não. O Palmeiras havia dado uma goleada no Flamengo, com direito a gol do próprio Ríos. A raiva dele, porém, não era aleatória. Ela tinha nome, sobrenome e usava uma camisa com um 14 atrás. Você estava ficando com o fodido do Arrascaeta, é sério isso?! Ele nem era um meio campista tão bom assim.
Richard havia te flagrado antes mesmo do jogo começar. Te viu entrar pela porta dos fundos do Allianz juntamente com diversas outras namoradas, mulheres e familiares de jogadores. A mesma entrada que ele já tinha te cedido, onde te viu trajar a camisa dele cheia de orgulho, o manto esverdeado. E agora você estava usando uma porra rubro-negra? Nem fodendo. Isso não iria ficar barato.
Só precisou mexer uns pauzinhos para descobrir quem exatamente deu o seu nome e liberou a tua entrada, não quis acreditar a princípio, mas, ao ver o nome nas suas costas, foi impossível negar.
Dia de clássico era sempre agitado, todos entravam ao campo eufóricos, famintos pela vitória, pois sabiam que o significado era especial. O ganhador entra para a história. Mas Richard tinha uma motivação extra naquela partida. Marcou o uruguaio o jogo inteiro, trocaram farpas, receberam cartões amarelos, carrinhos, canetas. Tudo que tinham direito e que fazia parte do bom e velho futebol.
Em um dado momento, a situação se escalou. Depois de levar uma trombada, Arrascaeta se aproveitou para murmurar no ouvido de Ríos “vacilou, mano, perdeu uma gostosa daquelas…Ela ficava toda safada contigo também? Ou você não aguentava o pique?”. O colombiano perdeu o controle de si mesmo, partiu para cima, os peitorais musculosos se batiam, os narizes se encostando, murmurando ofensas um ao outro.
Richard te faria pagar por isso.
Não foi difícil te encontrar no estacionamento, encostada no carro, só a pose o enfureceu ainda mais por aquele não ser o veículo dele. Enquanto se aproximava, não perdia a pose. Muito pelo contrário, parecia ficar mais arrogante cada vez que chegava perto. Marrento, nariz empinado, cabelos ainda úmidos pós-ducha, brinquinho prateado reluzente e a jaqueta esportiva eram o combo que sempre te derreteu.
Seria uma grande mentira dizer que você foi pega de surpresa pela aparição dele. Não, era o que você queria, afinal, certo? Pegando o rival, dormindo na cama do inimigo, aparecendo no estádio dele, mas usando a camisa de outro. Você sabia exatamente o sequência de eventos que seria desencadeada com uma simples ação.
Richard não sabia, mas você queria fazê-lo pagar também.
Quando o viu no fundo dos stories de uma garota aleatória, cercado de outras mulheres, festejando segundos depois de te mandar um “tô indo dormir, gatinha, mó cansaço. Boa noite e dorme bem”, com coração vermelho e tudo, você decidiu que havia cansado dos joguinhos de Richard Ríos e que agora era a sua vez de sair por cima.
Não foi nada difícil atrair um certo uruguaio para os seus encantos, com algumas curtidas no Instagram e dm’s inusitadas, Arrascaeta já estava comendo na sua mão, te chamando para todos os jogos e jurando que iria te apresentar para a mãe. A companhia não era ruim, pelo contrário. Mas ele era só uma pecinha no teu jogo de vingança.
Por isso, não fez nem questão de esconder o sorrisinho petulante para o Ríos, irônica ao parabenizá-lo pela partida, “caneta bonita, uma pena que ele te deu um carrinho depois”, não precisou dizer nomes, ambos sabiam quem era o ele em questão, “mas acho que é o justo, né? Os dois queriam a bola e só um podia ter…”, brincava com as palavras sem nunca perder o brilhinho perverso nos olhos, quase desafiando o homem diante de si a reagir diante do que ouvia, “ele devia estar com mais vontade”.
Richard te media da cabeça aos pés, o desgosto palpável ao encarar a blusa de time vermelha e preta, o shortinho que mal cobria as coxas, a maquiagem suave, destacando os lábios brilhantes com o gloss. Com uma risada de escárnio, ele cruzou os braços na frente do peito, percorrendo o interior da boca com a pontinha da língua, costume de quando estava muito puto.
– ‘Tá querendo virar maria-chuteira ou o que, hm? – Direto, foi a primeira coisa que ele te disse. – Vou te encontrar em todos os meus jogos agora com um cara diferente?
– Hmph…Não sei, ‘tô testando minhas opções. – Numa pose indiferente, você deu de ombros, sorrindo mais maldosa ao continuar. – Que nem você.
– Então, é por isso? Ficou putinha porque me viu na festa dos caras e resolveu se vingar de mim. – Richard nem se esforçava para inventar uma desculpa, era canalha ao ponto de não dar a mínima por ter mentido para ti, a expressão relaxada entregava tudo. – Isso é feio, ‘cê sabe, usar uma pessoa assim…
– Nossa, Richard, nem tudo é sobre você… – Revirando os olhos, você reclamou, na sua melhor faceta de atriz. – Ai, olha, não ‘tô com tempo ‘pra papo. Mas aproveitando que ‘cê tá por aqui, sabe me dizer se o Gio já saiu? Fiquei preocupada com ele. – Com o seu teatrinho, observou o sorriso do homem se transformar em uma carranca ao ouvir o apelido, que ele considerou a coisa mais ridícula que ouviu na vida. – Ele não gosta de perder, é muito competitivo. O bom é que eu sei direitinho como melhorar o ânimo dele.
Agora era você quem sorria vitoriosa, o cantinho dos lábios se curvando com maldade, sem vergonha alguma de insinuar que o remédio para um jogador frustrado era um bom chá. Quando pensou em prosseguir, foi surpreendida com o toque bruto de Richard te puxando pelo cotovelo, te trazendo para perto, grosseiro ao apertar os dedos contra a sua pele sensível, fazendo com que você soltasse um gemidinho dengoso de dor.
– Escuta aqui, piranha. – A voz era ríspida, sussurrada com raiva. – Você vai terminar o que quer que seja essa merda com ele hoje. – Richard não pedia, nunca. Ele sempre mandava, prepotente, acostumado a ter tudo que quer. – Não quero te ver aqui e nem usando essa porra de camisa de novo. – Ele era intimidante daquele jeito, pairando sobre ti no estacionamento deserto, prensando o seu corpinho contra o carro, te fazendo sentir todos os músculos tensos e rígidos.
– Ou o que?! – Você desafiou, porque se Richard queria jogar dessa forma, você também sabia como vencer. – ‘Cê não me manda, garoto, não é meu dono, não. – Atrevida, empinou o nariz. – Me solta, cara, vai caçar alguma puta ‘pra comer.
A risadinha que ele te deu foi sombria, como se os pensamentos mais sujos estivessem passando pela cabeça dele naquele instante e, só para te contrariar, o aperto dele ficou mais forte, as duas mãos agora te mantendo paradinha onde ele queria. Richard se aproximou do teu rostinho, roçando um nariz no outro, as respirações se chocavam e bastava só um pouquinho de esforço para que os lábios se tocassem também. Não preciso caçar puta, quando tenho a minha favorita bem aqui na minha frente, foi o que ele disse em um sussurro arrastado, pressionando o quadril contra o teu, te fazendo sentir o caralho duro através da bermudinha fina.
Richard sabia como te amolecer, conhecia cada cantinho do teu corpo, como você gostava de ser tratada feito uma bonequinha, te receber ordens, de ficar toda magoadinha. Ele sabia de todos os seus segredinhos mais sujos e realizava as suas fantasias mais profanas.
Virando o rosto, temendo ceder rápido demais nas mãos dele, você murmurou, incomodada, pedindo que ele te soltasse de novo, dessa vez mais assertiva, poderia facilmente ter pedido para ele te apertar mais daquele jeito. Te roubando a atenção, a destra espremeu tuas bochechas, fazendo com que você encarasse o semblante cínico, que caçoava do quão indefesa você parecia naquele instante. Seus olhinhos se derretiam pouco a pouco, tornando-se suplicantes, carentes por ele.
– Vem aqui, na minha casa, no meu estádio, se exibindo com a porra de outro cara, usa a camisa dele, me pergunta se eu sei onde ele ‘tá, que vai resolver o estresse dele por ser um jogador de merda. Vai fazer o que, hein? Vai dar ‘pra ele? Deixar ele te comer que nem eu fazia, hm? – As palavras eram praticamente cuspidas, saíam exasperadas, duras. – Deixa eu te lembrar de uma coisa que a sua cabeça burrinha parece ter esquecido… – A palma desceu pelo seu tronco, parando no meio das suas pernas, cobrindo todo o seu sexo e pressionando-o por cima do jeans. – Isso aqui é só meu ‘pra destruir.
– Vai se foder. – Seus argumentos estavam perdidos e isso era tudo que você poderia dizer com segurança.
– Pode me odiar, mas eu aposto que se eu colocar a mão aqui dentro vou encontrar a sua bucetinha prontinha ‘pra mim. – Ele fazia menção de invadir o seu short, aumentando a pressão do toque, quase te arrancando um chorinho manhoso. – Já deve ‘tá se melando toda. Feito a cadelinha que você é, sempre pronta ‘pra levar pica.
– Eu te odeio. – Você realmente o odiava, odiava como ele conseguia te desarmar com tanta facilidade, como o seu corpo reagia tão imediatamente ao mínimo contato.
– Ótimo. Porque eu te odeio também. – E ele de fato odiava, odiava como você mexia com a cabeça dele, como o deixava puto de ciúmes a troco de nada. – Ajoelha. – Mas Richard também amava o quão obediente você era. – Cansei de ouvir a sua voz irritante.
Te teve de joelhos em questão de segundos, visivelmente afetada com o jeitinho mandão, beirando o arrogante, e a maneira com que ele te degradava até mesmo com o olhar. E como uma boa garota, você entreabriu os lábios ao observá-lo desfazer o nó da bermuda, abaixando-a até os calcanhares e fazendo o pau teso saltar no seu rostinho. Juntando um bocado de saliva, Richard cuspiu na sua boquinha, rindo ao notar o seu desespero para engolir tudo, como se ele tivesse te dado um presentinho. Colocando a língua para fora, em um pedido mudo, você apenas o encarou de olhinhos brilhantes.
O colombiano bateu a cabecinha contra o músculo quente algumas vezes, não ficando só ali e maltratando as suas bochechas também, manchando todo o rosto bonitinho com o líquido viscoso que vazava aos pouquinhos, causando estalos molhados. Faminta, você tentava engolir, guardar um tiquinho na boca, com saudades do estrago que ele fazia. Ganhou um tapa por isso, seguido de um “fica quieta”, a bochecha ardia pela força e você se sentia suja porque o seu buraquinho pulsava, melando toda a calcinha, com o tratamento que ele te dava.
Richard te domou pelos fios, puxando com brutalidade e te pegando desprevenida ao deslizar toda a extensão pelos seus lábios, não te dando tempo para se acostumar, começando a foder a sua boca como se estivesse metendo em ti por outro lugar. A exposição te excitava ainda mais, a ideia de que a qualquer segundo o seu encontro poderia te flagrar daquele jeito, com outro homem. O homem sentia o mesmo, igualmente afetado pelo barulhinho dos seus engasgos ao redor do pau dele, pelos olhinhos cheios d’água a cada vez que ele tocava a sua garganta.
Era tão selvagem que fazia o seu corpo ir para trás com o impacto, mas ele nunca te deixava escapar, te prendia no lugar e se curvava sobre ti, fazendo com que você o levasse ainda mais fundo, te impedia de respirar e só parava quando suas mãozinhas desesperadas apertavam as coxas definidas. A essa altura, a sua maquiagem estava uma completa bagunça, o rímel escorria e o gloss havia se espalhado por todos os cantos. O colombiano sorriu cheio de luxúria e sarcasmo quando te viu fungar baixinho, toda afetadinha e desorientada pelos movimentos repentinos, porém isso não o impediu de se colocar para dentro de novo, no mesmo ritmo.
– Precisa aprender qual é o seu lugar. – De cima, ele te encarava com superioridade, o maxilar cerrado e o olhar carregado em uma mistura de tesão e ódio. – E é só assim que você lembra, né? Quando tem um pau te fodendo em algum buraquinho. – Os sons das estocadas se misturavam com os gemidos arrastados dele, com os carros cortando pela estrada e com os seus choramingos. – Acho que eu preciso te comer mais vezes, até te fazer lembrar que você é a minha putinha.
Quando o orgasmo se aproximou, os movimentos do homem se tornaram ainda mais sedentos, certeiros ao alcançar a sua garganta, desesperados pelo alívio. Ele te usava da maneira mais suja possível, feito uma bonequinha de foda, maltratava a sua boquinha no puro egoísmo, gozando em um gemido rouco e se afastando bruscamente, fazendo toda a porra branquinha respingar na tua camisa, manchando o manto rubro-negro com o gozo dele. A mensagem era clara; aquele era o território dele.
Enquanto você se recuperava, Richard tirava a mochila das costas, puxando de lá uma camisa nova e mais importante ainda, uma camisa dele. Quando você se levantou, limpando o cantinho da boca com as costas da mão, tudo que ele fez foi apontar para o seu tronco, o semblante impassível ao te mandar tirar a blusa, repetindo a ordem com mais ênfase diante da sua inércia, ainda em choque com o que tinha acabado de acontecer.
– Richard…O que você vai fazer? – Temerosa, você questionou ao entregar a peça, vendo-o estendê-la no capô do carro do uruguaio. – Puta que…Você é louco.
– Um presentinho ‘pra ele. ‘Pra ele nunca esquecer com quem ele ‘tá mexendo. – Te encarando novamente, ele te deu uma nova roupa, sem nem disfarçar o ego. – Ou você realmente achava que eu iria te comer com aquilo no seu corpo?
Aproximando-se de ti novamente, ele te cercou, sorrindo vaidoso ao observar o alviverde brilhar na tua pele, poderia jurar que você até mesmo ficava mais bonita daquela cor, no entanto, a fúria falava mais alto. Te pegando pela nuca, apertando os fios contra os dedos, ele fez menção de que iria te beijar, sem nunca o fazer de fato. Não, você não merecia, era o que ele pensava, mas isso não o impedia de te torturar com isso.
A provocação de mais cedo ainda ecoava na cabeça de Richard, fazia o sangue dele borbulhar com a imagem de você com outra pessoa, com a insinuação feita pelo uruguaio. Com somente um dos braços, ele te virou de costas, vergando a sua coluna para frente até que o seu rosto estivesse pressionado no metal gelado, de frente para a camisa, sem te deixar esquecer da sujeira que fizeram.
Em um puxão, seu short estava embolado no seus calcanhares juntamente com a calcinha, fazendo as suas perninhas espremerem uma na outra, sentindo o centro pulsar violentamente em expectativa. O polegar pressionou o botãozinho sensível, esfregando com lentidão, espalhando todo o seu melzinho pela região, ameaçando deslizar para dentro e saciar a vontade que tomava conta de todo o teu âmago.
– ‘Tá tão molhadinha, olha isso… – O tom zombeteiro te fazia encolher, choramingar. – É tudo de vontade de dar ‘pra mim, né? De ficar com pau socado até o talo nessa buceta apertada.
Segurando o cacete com uma das mãos, Richard deslizou a cabecinha desde o seu clitóris até a entradinha, que piscou imediatamente, quase como se pretendesse sugá-lo para dentro. Ele pressionava, fazia que iria te encher, te arrancava gemidos e suspiros em deleite, retesando ao sentir o molhadinho da saliva pingar no seu buraquinho mais apertado. O dígito subiu até alcançar o local, trazendo a sua lubrificação junto, deixando bem babadinho para que você o recebesse.
– Mas não é isso que você merece. – A pressão te fez derreter, completamente tontinha quando a pontinha do pau começou a te alargar de pouquinho em pouquinho. – Não, eu vou socar tudo nesse seu rabinho. Até você não aguentar mais. – As palavras pareciam acompanhar a velocidade com que ele deslizava no teu interior. – E eu vou te devolver ‘pro seu namoradinho novo trocando as pernas do tanto que levou pau.
Bruto, Richard te pegou o cabelo, puxando-os até que o seu tronco estivesse suspenso no ar, sem levantar o suficiente para que pudesse enxergar o 27 nas suas costas. Seus murmúrios saíam misturados com frases desconexas, quase em um chorinho quando ficou cheinha dele por trás. Um gritinho escapou dos seus lábios quando o colombiano saiu do seu interior e te preencheu de uma só vez, empurrando o quadril contra a sua bunda empinada em movimentos rápidos e firmes, forte e fundo.
– Cala a boca, porra. – Vociferou no pé do teu ouvido, tampando a sua boca com a mão livre. – Engole esse gemido de cadela no cio, porque se alguém vier aqui eu vou te comer ‘pra quem quiser ver. – A palma espremia o seu rostinho, cobria a sua boca e um pouquinho do nariz, te roubava o ar de um jeito que fazia o seu corpo estremecer com o prazer. – Mas ‘cê é tão suja que aposto que gostaria disso. – Os sonidos das peles se chocando denunciavam todo o ato, por mais que os gemidos fossem contidos, a velocidade só aumentava o barulho. – Tenho certeza de que gozaria na hora se ele aparecesse aqui e descobrisse que você ‘tá dando o cuzinho ‘pra mim.
Afetada, você tentou chamar o nome do colombiano, perdida no próprio prazer, impossibilitada de completar sentenças lógicas. O seu corpo se entregava para ele, recebia todo o prazer, o ciúmes e o calor, tão ensopada que fazia escorrer pelas coxas, uma completa bagunça. Em um ritmo alucinante, o colombiano te fodia como se te odiasse, repetindo a frase no pé do teu ouvido, segredando, te desafiando a dizer que o odiava também. Selvagens, primitivos, viciados.
E nesse jogo de ódio, entre fazer um ou o outro pagar, os dois acabavam ganhando.
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danny ... finding out the boy in the picture ... is the v card thief !!!! Kicking my feet and giggling !!
The Taste of Temptation || DR3 {7}
Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, angst, smut, fluff, soft!danny
WC: 2.5K
F1 Masterlist Story: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight
Snapshots: One || Two || Three || Four || Five
Fic Playlist: Die A Happy Man - Thomas Rhett
The colour behind your eyelids dimmed and you opened them wondering where the cloud had come from in the endless blue sky. You immediately sat up and looked around for Danny when you found the cloud in your day was actually Andrew towering over your sun lounger.
“Uh, hi,” you said as he smiled and leaned in to try to hug you. “Woah, what are you doing?”
“We haven’t seen each other in like five years.” His arms were still open expecting to embrace you.
“Exactly.” You grabbed your towel and wrapped it around your body after seeing his eyes roam the skin that was visible.
“Hey baby, is this guy bothering you?” Daniel arrived at your back, his hands cold on your shoulders from going to the lakeside cafe and getting some iced drinks. “Wait, I recognise you - you’re the perv from the picture.”
“What?” Andrew chuckled in confusion.
“You were checking her out at the bar last night.” Daniel opened his phone and shook his head as he saw the picture again, confirming it as he turned it around. “Seriously?”
Andrew laughed and looked at you with a smirk. “I thought it was you but I couldn’t see your face. That ass though, I’d recognise it anywhere.”
“Danny!” you gasped as you leapt to your feet, turning and planting your hands on his chest at the first sign of movement. “There’s a crowd, you know what Christian said.”
“You think I care, kitten?”
“I think he isn’t worth it.” You looked over your shoulder to see an incensing remark about to be sent Daniel’s way. “Andrew, please leave.”
“Andrew huh?” Daniel echoed before his arms curled around your waist and he stared him down from where he rested his chin on your shoulder.
“She told you about me?” he asked with a cocky grin.
You sighed at the stand off you found yourself in the midst of and narrowed your eyes at Andrew hoping he would get the message to piss off but he wasn’t looking at you and seemed content to ruin your day. More and more cameras were coming out as the tension seemed to ripple across the surface of the lake.
“Did she tell you I was her first?” he taunted with a smirk.
“So? I’ll be her last,” Daniel laughed as his hand splayed low across your abdomen, his fingertips dancing across the top of your swimsuit bottoms and drawing Andrew’s eyes down to the movement. “That’s all that matters.”
“Drew, move it along,” your father stated as he arrived, soaking wet from leaving the lake to intervene when he noticed the three of you.
“It’s public property, sir.” Daniel snorted at the switch in character while your dad found his phone with his belongings next to yours, already starting to dial a number. “Who are you calling?”
“Your father.” Andrew was gone before he could hit ‘call’ and he tossed it back on the sun lounger with a shake of his head. “That boy never knew when to walk away.”
“Thanks, dad.”
“It’s not a family reunion without some drama, last time it was Nessa and that boy - what’s his name? - I lose count,” he said with a roll of his eyes before pointing a finger at Daniel’s hand. “I know you’re marrying her, but she’s still my daughter, hands above the waist, son.”
His palms had warmed on your skin and they quickly shifted up to your ribs with a stiff nod. “Yes, sir.”
With your father heading back to the water, Daniel couldn’t resist whispering in your ear, “Imagine if he knew all the bad things I had done to his little girl.”
“I don’t think they are bad things,” you whispered back. “I think they are very, very good.”
“That’s because you are a filthy little minx, my kitten.”
You turned in his arms that remained firmly above your hips and bit your lip as you thought of all the filthy things you wanted him to do. “Wanna head back early?”
His smile turned to a chuckle and his head tilted slightly. “To an empty house? It would be very quiet.”
“Not for long, I’m sure you can change that.”
His hands started to drift to your ass and he swallowed as he watched your tongue wet your lips. “Just how will I do that?”
“I could tell you, or...I could show you.”
“Any other ex-boyfriends I should know about, kitten?” Daniel asked on the drive home from the airport.
“Nope, funnily enough I wasn’t all that interested in dating and men before I met you.”
His eyes to you, quickly reading the honesty on your face before returning to the road. “Then how did Douche-Bag-Drew get a shot?”
You shrugged at the question and tucked your leg up on the seat to rest your chin on your knee as you watched the city come into view. “Naivety, YA books, I don’t know. I thought it was an experience you were meant to have before going off to college or uni. It wasn’t because I was ready or in love. Maybe that’s why it hurt so much, it was horrible.”
He reached across the seat and took your hand, bringing it to his lips so he could kiss your knuckles. “I’m sorry.”
Your brows pinched together in confusion at the apology. “Why?”
“Because you deserved better,” he said softly as he laced his fingers with yours and drove with one hand on the wheel. “I would have laid you down on a bed of rose petals and kissed every inch of your body. I would have made you comfortable and ready for me. I would have made sure you came before I even entered you, gentle and slow.”
His words were sweet and filthy, both making your chest swell with emotion and your pussy throb in reaction. “And that’s why I fell in love with you.”
You weren’t even home for 10 minutes before Daniel was out the door on an errand so you unpacked your bags before taking a shower after the flight left you feeling icky. You took your time assuming he would join you after hearing him pottering around in the apartment but after running out of things to wash and shave you turned the water off. After towelling off, you stepped out of the bathroom and gasped at what you found waiting in the bedroom.
Scented candles lit the room with the curtains drawn shut, the orange glow of each flame spilling across the quilt that was covered in red petals. The playlist you had made with love songs for your wedding was playing quietly from the speakers in the ceiling and Daniel hummed along as he entered the room with two wine stems filled with the special reserve wine of his you loved.
“Baby…” you choked as your eyes began to well with unshed tears and he handed you a glass.
“No bad things tonight, kitten,” he promised before sealing it with a searing kiss that almost made you forget you were holding a glass. You started to place it down on the drawers but he pulled back and lifted it up to your lips. “There’s no rush, love.”
The hint of cinnamon notes in the wine mixed with the rose petals on the bed and Daniel’s woody cologne drove your senses wild as you took a sip. This time he followed you as you placed the glass down, letting you set the pace as you took his hand and walked backwards to the bed. His arms curled around your waist and he picked you up to gently lay you down on the petals. They crushed beneath you and their scent grew stronger as Daniel started to kiss his way down your body.
“That tickles,” you giggled as he made it to your ankles before starting to make his way back. He smiled as he draped one leg over his shoulder and kissed your calf while his hand ran up and down your other leg, the contrast of his hard fingers stark against his soft lips. “I love your legs, kitten, they are stunning, especially when they are wrapped around me.”
Warmth prickled across your skin as his words filled your heart until you were certain it would burst with everything you were feeling. This was the side of Daniel only the people closest to him saw. Everyone else saw him as a comedian or their competition. Few saw the compassionate and caring man that was in front of you. There was a seriousness with his determination to make you feel the best you possibly could that he didn’t even have on the track.
“Let me wrap them around your hips then,” you dared as you wriggled closer, but he just chuckled and shook his head.
“Not yet, I’m taking my time with you.” His hands caressed your thighs, his thumbs drawing soft circles that brought him closer to your core each time as he settled between them. His lips found each stretch mark and blemish, kissing them with sweet murmurs of your beauty and erasing every insecurity you had felt over the years. “I am the luckiest goddamn man in the world, kitten.” Your head fell back onto the quilt as his breath blew across your core and his palms reached the supple skin on your inner thighs, his thumbs spreading you open for him. “Only an idiot would let you go.”
You could only just think clearly enough to comprehend the shade thrown at Andrew but it was forgotten when his tongue teased your entrance, dipping inside to taste your essence before he hummed in contentment. He kept his promise and took his time, keeping you teetering on the edge of bliss until you were lightheaded from the shallow breaths you just managed to gasp. Only when you were begging him, your muscles constantly tense and shaking from how tightly wound up you were, did he press his tongue to your clit and give you the pressure needed for the orgasm to break free.
The room reverberated your cries of pleasure and his tongue was there to lap at the fruits of his labour and elicit every last drop until he was drunk on your taste. Rising to his knees between your legs, you could see his jeans struggling to contain his erection and you begged him to hurry up and rid himself of the clothes he still wore.
You tried to help, reaching for the zip as he unbuckled his belt, but he stood up out of your reach to pull his shirt over his head and then kick his jeans off.
You couldn’t believe this was the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with, he was more than you ever imagined a husband to be when you cast your eyes over his body and watched him fist his cock in his hand. Somehow you had been lucky enough to find a man who would not only die to protect you, but make you feel alive with every breath he had left; a man who could go 300 km/h on the track but take his time loving you in bed.
“Daniel, I love you,” you whispered as if it were a confession and not something you told him everyday - but this was different. He was giving you the experience you should have had the first time, when you lost your virginity too soon and to someone you didn’t love. “I’m ready.”
The weight of his body on yours was reassuring and comforting as he lined himself up, still content to take his time, easing slowly into you until you both moaned when your bodies were completely joined. Your breath mingled as he pressed his forehead to yours and felt your hands dance along his spine, his eyes staring into your soul as he started to leisurely roll his hips, deliberately unrushed despite the primal urge to chase his own release.
You had never felt such a shattering release as you did when his hand travelled down your thigh, gripping the underside of your knee and pulling it so you could wrap your leg around his hip. There was something so intimate in the way his hand glided over your skin, finding the swell of your ass and caressing it with the same softness that sent goosebumps rising along your skin and your heart fluttering erratically.
“Danny,” you moaned as you tried to tell him what was happening, but the words were lost as he felt it for himself, your core clenching around him before erupting in undulating waves that tipped him over the edge of his own self-control.
Your name tumbled from his lips as you felt his cock pulse with his release, feeling the heat of his seed as it filled you and he dropped his head to your shoulder with a peppering of kisses. “Now I’m your first and last, kitten.”
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the sound of her voice
vanessa shelly x reader
tw: phone sex, sub!reader, sex toys (bullet vibrator & dildo), teasing, orgasm denial, masturbation, maybe exhibitionism (not really? vanessa is in a public space but alone), a lot of dirty talk
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You had always been a good girl for Vanessa.
Normally, on your days off, you’d wait patiently for her to come home, sometimes even dressing up to give her a pleasant little surprise. In return, she’d reward you with her tongue and fingers until the both of you were too tired to keep going.
Normally, you would never tease her while she was at work, aside from the occasional suggestive text.
Today, however, time felt unbearably slow. Every part of your body was aching to have Vanessa by your side, but it would be at least another 2 hours before she was home.
That was when a wicked idea came to your mind.
Getting off your living room couch, you made a trip to your bedroom closet to look for a couple of items. A blush crept up your cheeks as you thought about this brilliant plan that you were about to execute.
You laid down on the bed with a small but powerful bullet vibrator, as well as the dildo that was usually attached to Vanessa’s strap-on harness. The silicone cock was a whopping 8 inches long, in a dark shade of purple. Memories of your girlfriend bouncing you on it in the back of her cop car flashed through your mind, sending a wave of arousal down to your core.
To make the experience even more pleasurable, you decided to wear nothing but one of Vanessa’s hoodies. Wrapped up in her scent, you felt as if you could close your eyes and pretend that you were laying in her lap.
And so you turned on the vibrator and dialed her phone number.
“Y/N! What’s up, honey?” Her sweet voice sang out from the other end.
“Vanessa,” you slipped the toy under the hoodie, pressing it against your nipple. The sensitive peak became hard and erect at the contact, and you bit your lip to avoid making a noise. “Nothing’s going on today. I just reeaally wanted to hear your voice.”
Vanessa gave a light laugh. “Miss you too, babe. I just finished checking up on Freddy’s; thought there was a break-in, but it was just a raccoon who slipped in and broke some shit trying to get to a pizza that the new night guard left out."
“That’s absurd! Hope the little guy at least got a bite,” the vibrator began to move lower, now at your hip bone. “So, does this mean you’re still in the pizzeria’s parking lot, in that cop car of yours?”
“Mhm,”
“Alone?”
“Completely. You know no one visits this place other than me and the ever-changing night guards.”
“Great,” you smirked to yourself, drawing soft circles on your inner thigh with the vibrator. “Because I’m in bed right now, warming myself up for you when you get home.” You turned the vibrator up a setting so that it was loud enough for her to hear through the phone.
“Oh, are you now?”
The confidence in her voice almost made you rethink your decisions, but you pushed through and continued talking.
“And oh fuck, my pussy is so wet. It’s practically dripping for you, Vanessa.” Putting the phone on speaker, you set it down beside you so that you could run a finger through your slick folds while the other hand guided the toy closer. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, the things I want you to do to me, and the things I want to do to you. You drive me crazy, you know that? Fuck, I wish you were here with me.”
“Well, I can’t say that I’m not enjoying this newfound boldness, sweetheart.” There was a hint of raspiness in her voice. “But you know you could never touch yourself as good as I do.”
The vibrator finally completed its journey to your clit, and a loud moan escaped from between your lips.
“Mmm, fuck— and guess what, Nessa? I’m wearing nothing except for your hoodie…smells heavenly. Can almost pretend you’re here eating out my pussy. Ohh god— feels fucking a–amazing—”
You took the dildo and lined it up with your dripping wet hole, slowly pushing the tip in. The vibrator was still held in place on your clit, the double stimulation causing your eyes to roll back.
“I’ve got our favourite dildo here too. That huge one you love to destroy me with…better get it nice and lubed up for you when we have our fun later. It’s suuuch a shame you can’t see how well my pussy is taking it right now.” You pushed the entire length of the dildo in before pulling out to thrust it into your pussy. Keeping quiet was no longer a concern as curses and moans spewed out of you. “Ohh y–yeah— can you hear how wet my fuckhole is?”
“Yes baby, keep talking,” her heavy breathing was audible.
You pounded the toy into your pussy harder. “If you were fucking me, I would hook my legs over your shoulders so you can rail me so deep I can’t walk the next day. Doesn’t that sound nice? Just like t–that, baby— bruise my fucking insides. Make me cum, Van– mmm!” At this point, you were rambling, saying anything that came to mind. Your brain had already turned to mush the second she started speaking in that sultry fucking voice.
Vanessa let out a long groan, the same one you were used to hearing every time you made her cum. Did she just…?
“Fuck,” she panted, a quiet moan coming from her back of her throat.
The realization made you halt in your actions. “Vanessa, did you just have an orgasm!?”
“Oh honey, I told you the parking lot’s empty. What? You thought I wasn’t going to touch myself to my pretty girl’s voice?”
The thought of Vanessa in the driver’s seat of her car with a hand down her pants made your stomach tighten with excitement. You began to fuck yourself with the dildo again.
“V–Vanessa— I’m getting close too—” you pleaded, praying that she would let you cum from your own hands just this once.
“Not yet, sweet thing. You’re going to stay on call with me while I finish my patrol for today, but don’t you dare cum before I get home.”
You whined, not knowing whether you could last even 5 more minutes.
“But by all means, keep fucking yourself. My radio’s broken, so give me something satisfying to listen to.”
“Vanessa– I ca—’t—”
“You said you wanted me to make you cum, no? So be a good girl and hold on for me.”
Of course, you were her good girl. So even though your sensitive clit couldn’t possibly handle any more stimulation, you turned the vibrator up another setting.
“I’ll be home in an hour.”
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"Ceremony of Eternal Bond"
Digital (2022)
"When I first saw you on the Azim Steppe, I instantly knew you were my Nhaama. The moon to my sun. And in that instant, I knew that I would follow you wheresoever you may go, even to the edge of the universe."
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ᝰ.ᐟ yoon jeonghan — "(in)satisfação".
— namoradinho insuportável ! jeonghan × leitora
— gênero: smut.
— conteúdo/avisos: continuação de "(im)paciência", saltos temporais, bastante dirty talk, hannie hipócrita ♡, linguagem imprópria, degradação!!! ♡, semi-public sex, menção à exibicionismo, hannie dom, thigh fucking, sexo desprotegido (tô de olho, hein), dacryphilia.
— word count: 3337.
— nota da autora: testei umas coisas diferentes nessa aqui, me digam o que vocês acharam depois. boa leitura!
Contemplando suas opções você percebeu que não haviam muitas, bem, pelo menos não muitas que fossem realmente eficazes. Desde o famigerado episódio dos seus dois preciosos orgasmos negados, você tentava surgir com algum plano mirabolante para testar a paciência de Jeonghan — já duvidando que fosse capaz de chegar ao mesmo nível de maldade do moreno. Não rolava tentar fazer a mesma coisa, ele era inteligente demais para isso, acabaria percebendo sua intenção mesmo antes que você fosse capaz de começar. Você não conseguia pensar em alguma maneira de dar o troco, pois sabia que a partir do momento que Jeonghan te tocasse você perderia a habilidade de negar qualquer coisa que ele quisesse — o homem conseguia te moldar muito fácil, especialmente se estivesse com as mãos no seu corpo. O único jeito de fazer isso funcionar, seria não deixando ele te tocar. Espera aí... Esse era o jeito perfeito de se vingar: não deixar Jeonghan te tocar — pelo menos, não sexualmente.
𐙚 ————————— . ♡
O primeiro dia do seu grande plano funcionou muito bem, principalmente pelo fato de Jeonghan ter passado o dia todo fora. Só sendo liberado pelo chefe tarde da noite, quando você já estava dormindo, o moreno sequer tinha energia para tentar alguma coisa. A situação só ficou mais estranha quando, na manhã seguinte, você acordou com a mesma sensação das mãos geladinhas apertando seu corpo. Era comum que Jeonghan te acordasse com sexo, especialmente se não tivesse passado o dia anterior com você — esse era o jeitinho dele de demonstrar que sentiu sua falta. Por algum tempo você retribuiu os carinhos sem pensar muito, a cabeça ainda nublada pelo sono. Mas foi quando você sentiu os dedos do homem entrando na sua calcinha que sua mente deu um "estalo", lembrando do que você estava planejando. Levantou-se aos tropeços, sob a desculpa de que estava com fome, deixando um Jeonghan muito confuso deitado na cama.
Naquele mesmo dia, ele ainda tentou mais uma ou outra investida, porém com a sua falta de retorno ele só entendeu que talvez você não estivesse no clima e resolveu deixar quieto. Contentou-se em só ficar de chamego pelo resto dia, sem segudas intenções. Você estava achando muito divertido ver o seu Hannie todo frustrado quando você não dava o que ele queria, pensou até em deixar a situação bem mais divertida nos próximos dias, provocando-o sempre que conseguisse.
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Você se jogou na cama de bruços, o rostinho parecia super atento no livro que estava em suas mãos. Seu namorado tirou os olhos do celular assim que te viu entrar no quarto, não prestando atenção em mais nada que não estivesse relacionado com o fato do seu pijama ser curto demais — só confirmando esse mesmo fato assim que você deitou, já que o shortinho fino deixava metade da sua bunda de fora. O moreno não se segurou, o rostinho se enfiando na curva do seu pescoço para enchê-lo de beijinhos. Apertava suas coxas sem dó, já subindo para brincar com a parte principal. Até ser interrompido por você, que balançou o corpo com impaciência, querendo que ele se afastasse.
"Eu 'tô lendo, Hannie!", repreendeu. Só você sabe o quão mentirosa estava sendo, sua mente não estava decodificando uma palavra sequer do livro a sua frente.
"Lê depois, amor. Eu quero você...", nunca brincava em serviço, era bem direto quanto as próprias vontades.
"Mas eu não quero. Me deixa quieta.", pontuou secamente. Seu namorado suspirou derrotado, se afastando do seu corpo.
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Por incrível que pareça, Jeonghan esperou pacientemente até você parar de (fingir) ler o livro. Te encarando assim que você o colocou na cabeceira e se virou para se deitar de frente para ele.
"O que foi?", o rosto sério te fez ter vontade de rir.
"Posso agora?"
"Não.", sua resposta veio rápido demais, o homem franziu as sobrancelhas. Jeonghan observou seu rosto em silêncio por alguns segundos, parecia ligar os pontos na própria cabeça.
"Isso é porque eu não te deixei gozar.", não parecia uma pergunta, pois realmente não era. Ele assimilou que essa era a única razão plausível para tanta recusa. Você inclinou a cabeça como quem diz "não sei", mas claramente sabia. "E você acha que a melhor forma de me castigar por não te deixar gozar é se privar disso por mais tempo ainda? Você já foi mais inteligente, amor.", ele já sorria com escárnio, pronto para te tirar do sério.
"Não preciso de você 'pra isso, Jeonghan. Eu tenho dedos, sabia?", se ele pretendia debochar de você, que ele também saísse com o ego ferido.
"Não precisa. Claro que não precisa, meu amor.", o sorrisinho ainda estava ali. "Mas me diz: se não precisa, por que sempre implora, hein? Afinal, 'cê pode gozar sozinha, não pode?", o rosto ficou ainda mais alegre com a sua falta de resposta. "Não vai me responder? Que foi? Não quer admitir que precisa sentar no meu pau 'pra conseguir gozar gostoso?", é degradante confessar, mas jeitinho ofensivo que ele usou para falar contigo te fez ficar molhada.
"E eu realmente não preciso, já disse que sei me resolver sozinha.", não havia um pingo de segurança na sua voz, mas você ainda estava determinada a apertar todos os botões dele.
"Tá me dizendo que sabe brincar com essa bucetinha melhor do que eu? É isso?", honestamente, você queria que ele brincasse com ela nesse exato momento.
"Sim, é isso.", você quase gaguejou, a expressão intimidadora estava te fazendo fraquejar.
"Então tá bom. Você se vira sozinha.", o homem se arrumou na cama, como se estivesse prestes a ir dormir.
"O que você quer dizer com isso?", você já havia dito isso em algum momento, mas é bom repetir: um Jeonghan 'conformado' nunca é um bom sinal.
"Nada demais. Já que 'cê sabe se aliviar sem mim, eu não sou útil. Não preciso te foder então.", ajeitou o travesseiro atrás da cabeça.
"E desde quando você consegue se segurar?", a risada que você soltou junto da pergunta foi equivalente a um soco no orgulho do seu namorado.
"Você não quer jogar esse jogo comigo, amor.", respondeu já de olhos fechados.
"E se eu quiser?", não achava que essa marra toda duraria para sempre, amanhã mesmo Jeonghan provavelmente já estaria com a mão dentro da sua calcinha.
"Então aguenta."
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Você interpreta o momento anterior como uma sentença de tortura. Desde aquela conversa, a atmosfera do apartamento pesou e não foi pouco. Por mais que você e Jeonghan se tratassem com todo o carinho e respeito do mundo — afinal, vocês ainda eram um casal muito apaixonado — a competição entre vocês dois ficou em primeiro plano. As provocações de ambas as partes pareciam não cessar e isso afetava o humor de vocês, já que estavam sexualmente frustrados e não eram muito bons em esconder. Ninguém queria ceder e faziam questão de dificultar a situação para ambos, com você que usava roupas cada vez mais curtas a todo momento e um Jeonghan que fingia não saber que você ouvia todas as vezes que ele se aliviava no chuveiro. Honestamente, evitavam até ficar no mesmo cômodo por muito tempo, temiam que acabassem brigando por conta do estresse acumulado ou pior: caindo na tentação.
[...]
A maldita comemoração do aniversário de Soonyoung não poderia ter aparecido num momento pior. Estar numa boate cheia de amigos seus enquanto vocês seriam obrigados a fingir não estarem chateados um com o outro seria uma tarefa horrível. Seu namorado te lembrou do evento assim que você acordou e, desde o aviso, você pensava em como ia suportar ficar perto de Jeonghan para não levantar nenhuma suspeita — não estava a fim de deixar o clima estranho no aniversário de Soonyoung e muito menos gostaria de explicar o motivo da distância entre vocês dois, porque ele era vergonhoso. Vocês precisariam atuar muito bem.
[...]
Estar no mesmo carro que Jeonghan foi a sua primeira provação. Tentar fingir que ele não estava estupidamente gostoso vestido todo de preto foi a segunda. Mas o cúmulo mesmo foi ter que aguentar os olhares nada discretos que o seu namorado dava para o seu decote sem dizer uma palavra sequer.
Você praticamente correu ao encontro da namorada de Soonyoung assim que vocês entraram no ambiente, ficar perto de Jeonghan era um perigo e você queria evitar o máximo possível. Passou boa parte da noite junto das outras meninas, já que pareciam ter muito assunto para colocar em dia. Porém, seu sossego não foi eterno, pois elas já voltavam para a mesa — com o álcool entrando no sangue de todo mundo a carência aparecia também e você, infelizmente, não estava imune. Resolveu voltar para o grupo assim que a namorada de Soonyoung também voltou. Deu de cara com a mesa cheia, as vezes você esquecia do quão grande era o grupo de amigos de vocês.
"Caramba, não tem uma cadeira vazia nesse lugar.", você disse em tom de brincadeira, vendo a namorada de Soonyoung correr para se sentar entre as pernas dele.
"Senta no meu colo então, amor.", Jeonghan dirigiu a palavra a você pela primeira vez na noite. Você involuntariamente travou, tendo que usar alguns segundos para pensar.
"Não tô a fim, Hannie.", forçou um sorriso ameno, você não queria arriscar.
"Por que não? Fiz alguma coisa?", ele disse em alto e bom som, fazendo todos da mesa observarem a cena com curiosidade. Jeonghan te olhava com uma confusão fingida e você queria bater na carinha de anjo que só aparecia em momentos estratégicos. Não havia outra opção, você teve que sentar no colo dele para não deixar o clima estranho. E, aparentemente, você não foi capaz de esconder o incômodo em estar no colo de Jeonghan, pois um Joshua meio preocupado viu a necessidade de perguntar se você estava bem. É. Definitivamente sua expressão não era das melhores.
"Com você agindo desse jeito fica difícil fingir que tá tudo bem.", o homem sussurrou pertinho da sua orelha. Você deu um pulinho com o susto inicial, sentindo o corpo arrepiar. "Daqui a pouco vão começar a perguntar o que tem de errado com a gente, amor.", os braços circularam sua cintura, te trazendo para mais perto. "E o que 'cê vai dizer? Hm?", para quem olhava a cena de fora, Jeonghan só parecia estar conversando contigo, o rostinho de anjo ainda estava lá. "Vai inventar alguma desculpa? Ou vai dizer a verdade?", deu um beijinho fofo na sua bochecha para não levantar suspeitas. "Vai falar que tá doida 'pra que eu te coma? Hm? Que tá tão desesperada 'pra dar essa bucetinha 'pra mim que deixaria eu te foder na frente de todo mundo?", sua mente entrou em pane, você se recusava a abrir a boca, temia acabar gemendo. "Vai, amor? Vai confessar que se fode nesses dedinhos toda noite quando acha que eu tô dormindo? É? Ou 'cê pensa que eu não percebi?", seu rosto começou a queimar na mesma medida que sua calcinha encharcou, você já sentia o tecido grudando no seu íntimo. "Aproveita e diz 'pra eles que você goza implorando pro 'Hannie' te comer, como se eu não estivesse bem do seu lado. Diz, putinha.", você já estava chegando no seu limite. "Admite que sente tesão em ser meu depósito de porra e eu te fodo aqui mesmo.", era o suficiente.
Você levantou de forma abrupta, arrancando olhares surpresos de todos na mesa. Puxou Jeonghan pelo braço e o homem sequer mostrou resistência quando você o arrastou para o banheiro mais próximo, trancando a porta assim que entraram. Era humilhante ter que falar isso enquanto Jeonghan te olhava com a expressão mais debochada do planeta, mas você não tinha opção.
"Me fode... por favor.", hesitou em falar a última parte, seu orgulho estava totalmente destroçado.
"E se eu não quiser?", sentia seu interior pulsar, você realmente não estava com paciência para aguentar os joguinhos dele.
"'Cê venceu, tá bom? Eu admito: Não consigo gozar direito sem você. Feliz?", tudo saiu meio atropelado, você não conseguia mais esperar. "Por favor, Hannie."
"E quem é você 'pra decidir quando eu te fodo ou não?", estalou a língua no céu da boca. "Quer dizer que a vadiazinha só dá pra mim quando bem entende e eu sou obrigado a te comer sempre que você quiser? É isso?", quem visse não diria que Jeonghan estava latejando dentro da própria calça. "Não me parece justo, amor. O que eu ganho com isso?", enfiou as mãos dentro dos bolsos, encostando-se na parede atrás dele.
"Hannie...", sequer sabia o que falar, só tinha uma coisa na sua mente. Se aproximou mais do seu namorado, olhava-o por baixo dos cílios, esperando que o rostinho carente desmanchasse a marra do homem.
"Eu não perguntei meu nome. Vai, _____. Me diz um motivo 'pra eu não sair daqui e deixar você se resolver sozinha.", a ameaça te fez tremer, não queria sair dali sem conseguir o que você tanto precisava. Envolveu os braços no pescoço de Jeonghan, que se recusava a abaixar o torso, mesmo que você o puxasse. "Por acaso esqueceu como se fala, vadia? Aposto que essa cabecinha não tem um pensamento sequer. ", você colou no corpo do seu namorado, que ainda se recusava a retribuir seus toques.
"Eu faço o que você quiser, Hannie. Por favor...", se esforçava para conseguir beijá-lo, mas ele virava o rosto, claramente se divertindo com a situação. Agora, mesmo que você não estivesse na melhor das situações nesse momento, sua paciência nunca fora abundante o suficiente para aguentar o comportamento do seu namorado. Sem hesitar, você apertou o pau rígido por cima da calça. As pernas de Jeonghan falharam, os quadris involuntariamente se empurrando contra a sua mão, enquanto Hannie produzia um dos gemidos mais bonitos que você havia ouvido em todo os anos que vocês estiveram juntos. O seu sorriso veio de imediato, isso havia sido uma delícia, mas ele não durou muito. Não quando um Jeonghan muito puto inverteu as posições e te prendeu de frente para a parede sem dificuldade alguma.
"Que porra foi essa?!", te apertou ainda mais, exigindo uma resposta. Você não conseguia esconder a satisfação em quebrar Jeonghan — mesmo que tenha sido só um pouquinho — o sorriso não passou despercebido pelo homem atrás do seu corpo. "Tá achando engraçado, putinha estúpida? Deixa eu me divertir também então.", você ficou dependente da sua audição por alguns segundos, ouviu um farfalhar de tecidos atrás de ti. Não podia se virar para olhar, a mão firme na sua nuca não deixava muita opção. Sentiu um braço circular sua cintura, te posicionando para se curvar, empinando na direção de Jeonghan. "Fecha as pernas.", não fez o menor sentido, mas você não estava na posição de quem fazia as perguntas naquele momento, então obedeceu. Nada poderia replicar a expressão de decepção no seu rosto quando você sentiu o membro pesado e molhadinho se enfiando no meio das suas coxas. Não era possível. Jeonghan não seria filho da puta a esse ponto... Ou será que seria?
"Hannie, eu n-"
"Fica quietinha se ainda quiser gozar hoje.", disse estocando lentinho. O líquido quente já se espalhava pelo interior das suas pernas. "Aperta mais.", você acatou a ordem quase que imediatamente. "Porra, isso...", grunhia baixinho atrás de você. Seus pelinhos já estavam todos eriçados, rebolava de propósito tentando encaixar no lugar certinho para te estimular também, mas sem sucesso. O moreno pressionou o corpo quente contra o seu, a cabeça no lugar perfeito para que ele fosse capaz de gemer no seu ouvido. Jeonghan jogava sujo demais às vezes.
"Amor, p-por favor...", a frustração já começava a nublar seus pensamentos. Sentia um nó na garganta se formando, não sabia se conseguia aguentar por mais tempo.
"Já mandei ficar quieta.", o tom era ríspido e isso te jogou da borda, sentia lágrimas quentinhas escorrendo pelo seu rosto. O soluço baixinho chamou a atenção de Jeonghan, que agora te encarava meio chocado. "Você tá chorando?", seu rosto queimou, era humilhante. Tentou se esconder, não estava a fim de suportar as provocações do moreno nesse momento. Jeonghan te impediu, deixando o seu rosto de lado — era o máximo que conseguia fazer naquela posição. Seu namorado precisou soltar um riso baixinho para tentar mascarar o fato de que quase gozou só de ver suas lágrimas, ele nem sabia que sentia algo por isso, acabara de descobrir. "Princesa, você 'tá mesmo chorando por pau?", você queria muito achar um lugar para se enfiar.
"Para, Hannie.", fez beicinho, mas que situação infernal. Não dava mais para segurar, sentiu Jeonghan afastar sua calcinha de lado.
"Vou dar o que a minha princesinha quer, tá bom?", esfregava a cabecinha vagarosamente. "Tá escorrendo tanto, amorzinho. O Hannie tava sendo malvado, não é?", falava todo dengosinho perto da sua orelha — havia mudado da água para o vinho, talvez você devesse chorar mais vezes. Você concordou com a cabeça, os olhos vermelhinhos se fechando assim que sentiu ele entrar. Os gemidos saíram em uníssono, estavam sensíveis demais com tanta provocação. Jeonghan já empurrava os quadris sem dó, tanto tempo sem te sentir fez o autocontrole evaporar. As suas pernas tremiam, sua entradinha contraindo com estímulo repentino. "Me apertando 'pra caralho, princesa.", a mão grande já descia para brincar no meio das suas pernas, você arfou.
"Devagar... eu não consi- ah!", o tapa no seu pontinho sensível fez seu corpo se contorcer.
"Você que pediu por isso, não foi putinha? Então vai ter que aguentar calada.", as estocadas ficaram ainda mais brutas, seu corpo balançava com o impacto. Sentiu o mesmo dedo que brincava com seu pontinho abrindo espaço para entrar em você, junto com o pau de Jeonghan. "Esse buraquinho aceita tudo que eu enfio nele, tá vendo? Bucetinha de puta é desse jeito.", as palavras cuspidas ao pé do seu ouvido faziam seu ventre apertar. "Vai gozar 'pra mim, amor? Hm? Goza logo que eu te encho com a minha porra, princesa.", suas pernas falharam, Jeonghan teve que te segurar com muita força para não te deixar cair enquanto você chegava ao limite. Tanta espera fez a sensação ser quase excruciante, você achou que não ia mais parar de gozar. Seu namorado também ficou fraco com a cena, sequer tentou segurar o líquido abundante que encheu seu interior. Isso dificilmente sairia da memória de vocês dois.
[...]
Jeonghan limpava o interior das suas pernas da melhor maneira que conseguia. Você o olhava com todo o amor do mundo preso dentro dos seu olhos, sentadinha em cima da pia. Alguns pensamentos sobre o seu Hannie cruzaram sua mente e você não conseguiu segurar o riso.
"O que foi, amor?", ele disse já rindo também, sem nem saber do que se tratava.
"Nada. Só tô pensando que algum dia você vai acabar me deixando maluca.", em resumo, era isso mesmo. Jeonghan tirava você do sério com uma facilidade absurda.
"Eu posso tentar... Mas você ainda vai continuar me amando do mesmo jeito.", olhou nos seus olhos transmitindo toda a sinceridade que conseguiu.
"Meloso demais, Hannie.", você fingiu uma expressão de nojo.
"É?", o homem segurou seu rosto entre as mãos te beijando com carinho, era devagar e cheio de sentimento. Vocês dois não conseguiram segurar os sorrisinhos que apareceram durante a troca.
"Eu amo muito você, princesa. Mesmo que eu acabe com a sua paciência quase todos o dias.", não afastou o rosto do seu. Sussurrando a confissão, como se fosse algo que só pertencia a vocês dois.
"Eu também amo você. E não mudaria nada no meu Hannie, mesmo que um dia eu acabe no CAPS.", a risada veio sem controle algum. Jeonghan te deu outro beijinho, assim que conseguiu parar de rir.
"Tá na hora de voltar, princesa.", te ajudava a arrumar o vestido.
"Não sei se tenho coragem. Com essa demora toda eles provavelmente vão suspeitar sobre o que a gente tava fazendo...", sentia seu rosto ardendo de vergonha.
"E você acha que o Soonyoung não tava ouvindo tudo que eu disse no seu ouvido? Aquele lá não sabe ficar quieto, garanto que todo mundo ficou sabendo assim que a gente se levantou."
#ꫝ ' solie writes.#♡ ' pedido.#yoon jeonghan x reader#yoon jeonghan smut#jeonghan x reader#jeonghan smut#seventeen x reader#seventeen smut#svt x reader#svt smut
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Skin Deep - Part 8
Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader x Jake Kiszka
Word Count: 14k
A/N: This took forever. I’m so sorry, guys. I really struggled with repetition in this one so I apologize in advance for that. Hope y’all enjoy! (Also this is pretty filthy so 👀)
As always, I love and appreciate all the support and feedback ❤️
Special shoutout to my lovely girls Nessa and Hannah for carrying my ass through this chapter. I wouldn’t have been able to get it done without them.
Warnings: cursing, drug use (marijuana), smoking, angst, sexually explicit content - MINORS DNI! 18+ (oral f!receiving, oral m!receiving, unprotected penetrative sex, edging, dirty talk, breeding kink, public sex, somnophilia - scene has been edited out
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“I think we need to have a serious conversation.”
You release your arms from him as if the surface of his skin is scorching hot to the touch. Your vision blurs, making it feel like you have blinders on — tunnel vision. The entire world you’ve been blissfully living in for the past hour shrinks to the size of his bedroom in a matter of seconds. That high, the euphoria, the oxytocin surging through your veins has been sucked away as soon as the words left his mouth. It tightens in your chest like a vice grip, turning your stomach sour with regret. You’re not sure what scares you more, him being upset with you, or your visceral reaction to it. With a flick of his lighter, he takes a heavy hit while you sit on the bed behind him still as a statue.
Things have been left unresolved since that afternoon at the tattoo shop, and sex clearly didn’t keep it swept under the rug for very long. This issue between the two of you weighs you down, keeping your body fused to the mattress.
“Okay,” you finally mutter out a meek response as he blows the cloud of smoke above his head. He stays silent for far too long, leaving you to stare at the muscles of his back — each petal of his inked mandala — contracting with each breath he takes.
His head falls from his tense shoulders, and he disrupts the uncomfortable quiet by sending his words to the floor between his feet, “Do you just want to fuck Jake?”
The distant sound of his voice causes the guilt to swell like an overinflated balloon in your chest. You haven’t done your best to convince him of different intentions, and while the question itself seems within reason given the circumstances, it takes you by surprise nonetheless. “What?”
A defeated sigh tumbles out from his chest before he answers you in a tightly wound tone, “If you don’t want to keep fooling around with me anymore, that’s okay.”
“No!” You blurt out, panicked that you’ve torched whatever this is and that all you’ll be left with is extinguished embers. “No. Wait…what?” You dip your knee into the mattress to move closer to him. You shake the thoughts swirling around in your head for a coherent explanation. “Listen, Josh, I’m sorry for how that went down in there. I didn’t think Jake was going to say all of that and—”
The razor-sharp edge to his voice cuts off your desperate rambling, “I didn’t fuck that woman.”
He’s slammed a proverbial door into your face. It causes you to shrink in on yourself, making you accept that you haven’t been fair to him. You haven’t been transparent, even if you don’t exactly know what you’re supposed to be honest about. Your voice weakens just merely above a whisper, “I know… I’m not sure why I said those things. I’m so sorry.”
He doesn’t respond to your apology. Instead, he fiddles with the glass bowl of his bong, giving away that he’s just as anxious and uncomfortable. You dare another touch his back, but this time he relaxes to the feeling of your fingers. It’s the subtle reassurance you need for you to add, “I liked the flowers by the way.”
He peers over his shoulder enough to see you in his periphery. “You did?”
Your fingers slip into the fallen curls at the nape of his neck.“Yeah. They’re beautiful. I have them sitting on my table in my apartment.”
“I’m glad.” He smiles, but it fails in comparison to what it normally is. He stands and sets the glass piece on his dresser. There’s tension in his rigid movements like he has something else weighing on his mind.
You watch his unnatural demeanor, beckoning him to look into your eyes again. He avoids them by casting his own to the floor, making it feel as though you’re an intruder. It’s hard to ignore, like the grating hum of electricity through a poorly wired outlet. You decide to shimmy toward the side of the bed and ask, “Should I go?”
You mentally prepare yourself for his answer the best you can while he brings his gaze back to you. “No. I want you to stay.” The words are not as believable for you as they should be, and from the look on his face alone, he knows they’re not convincing enough either. Before you can make another move, he rushes to crawl back onto the bed to sit before you. “Really.”
He places a hand on your bare knee and that’s when you notice the red marks around his wrist from where the handcuffs rubbed his skin. You gasp, taking his hand to inspect them closer, “Oh my god, Josh! Are you okay?”
He glances down at them like you’re pointing it out to him for the first time. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
You rub your thumb over the tender skin apologetically. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have put those on you.”
He laughs, giving you a sense of relief now that the tension is starting to finally break, “Don’t be sorry, baby. I liked it, actually.”
You quirk your brow. “You did?”
He watches you massage his wrist and shrugs, answering matter-of-factly, “Yeah, but I probably would have liked it a lot more if it was just the two of us.”
He slips his hand away from you only to lean forward into a kiss. You instinctively fall backward as he moves, laying across the pile of pillows at the head of the bed. “I’ll make a note of that.”
“Good. Add it to the list,” he hums, smiling into the kiss as his lips meet yours. His movements are soft and gentle — far more affectionate than the ones you had shared minutes prior.
Before the kiss has a chance to deepen, he breaks away to say, “Lay with me for a while.” There’s a vulnerability in his request that makes you ache from the need to comfort him. You answer by lifting your dress over your head and reaching out for him.
He lowers himself with your guiding pull until his head rests against your bare chest. You cradle him in your arms while he wraps his own around your waist. His body fits along yours seamlessly, and within seconds, his tight muscles begin to loosen. You lay in silence, listening to his rhythmic breaths as you draw shapes on his back with calming caresses of your fingertips.
Minutes go by, perhaps even hours without a single word spoken between you. Exhaustion is setting in and it doesn’t take long for the ever-changing patterns traced along the muscles of his shoulder to lull him to sleep. Soft snores flutter across your chest and as you run your fingernails lightly over his scalp, sleep coaxes you in as well.
The Sandman had been a little heavy-handed last night, keeping your eyes sealed with sleep. You exist within the realms of your dream and reality, lucid enough to be aware of Josh shifting his weight beside you. You don’t react to the dips of the mattress, letting the luxury cotton sheets swim across your naked skin as he settles between your legs.
You feel his warmth before his lips make contact with the top of your thigh. It’s a careful kiss, testing whether it's enough to wake you. You hum, permitting him to shower your legs with those barely-there kisses, so faint you wonder if you’re imagining them. That’s until he starts to suck his mark on the thin flesh of your inner thigh, dragging you into consciousness once again.
Your hips writhe as a sleepy groan rumbles in your throat. The tempting heat of his breath tickles you, making you spread yourself for him without a second thought.
You peek through your stubborn eyelids, mumbling while your eyes struggle to focus on him, “What are you doing?”
He answers you by licking a stripe up your pussy before sucking your clit into his mouth. The surprise of his pointed tongue and the strong suction jolts you awake. Before your vision has a chance to clear, you react by clamping your eyes shut in response. After hearing your hissed curses, he releases it, giggling against your throbbing skin, “Good morning, baby.”
The sleepy rasp of his voice drowns your self-control. You push out a forceful sigh as you fall back into the down-feather pillow, huffing sarcastically, “That’s one hell of a way to wake up.”
He chuckles to himself and skims his fingertips along your leg, giving you a few more kisses.“I’m sorry, would you like me to stop?”
The thought of him suddenly stopping is almost enough to cause panic in your lust-addled mind. You want it so bad you’re vibrating with anticipation. “Oh fuck, no. Please keep going.”
That cheekiness you’ve become well acquainted with reappears. He coos, close enough that the words flutter across your clit, “Do you need it, baby?”
The pet name has never sounded so sweet. You want to bask in it, clutch onto the way it bounces from his lips with your clenched fists. Your hips lift from the mattress in the blind search for his mouth. You find one of his hands resting on your stomach and grasp it with more strength than you intend. “Oh my god, yes. Just please don’t tease me, Josh.”
You claw at the sheets, wrinkling them by your sides to add emphasis to your plea. He smiles and brings himself even closer to you — less than an inch above you. His eyes fall, and as if he were sharing a secret, he whispers softly, “You like it when I spoil your little clit? Should I be nice to her?”
You respond with a whiny moan and reach for his head buried between your thighs. The tufts of his tangled curls act as reigns between your fingers. You pull him forward by their roots, guiding his mouth back to you. You brace yourself, expecting the same intensity as before, but all you feel is the blooming warmth of his mouth. It blankets you as his tongue pets your clit, lapping across the swollen bud with the slightest pressure. He gives just enough for you to notice the cold metal ball of his piercing teasing you with every roll.
He breathes you in, and licks his lips through a low groan, “Fuck, you taste so good.”
You mumble something, but it's incoherent. You’re too lost in the feeling of his lips sealing around your clit to even bother repeating yourself. He just goes on to create the perfect vacuum with his flattened tongue. He holds it there, babying the most sensitive part of you in the safety of his mouth — as if it was made solely to pleasure you.
It’s decadent — this feeling. Like that extra slice of chocolate cake eaten at some late hour of the night barefoot in your kitchen. It’s rich and heavenly, flooding your brain with oxytocin. He’s unlike any partner you’ve experienced, and it would be borderline insulting to even compare. There’s not a hint of obligation in sight. What he’s giving you is pure adoration. Unabashed, selfless worship. He’s taking his time, not even rushing a single second with you.
He’s making sure you feel. He’s learning your body more and more with each passing minute, maybe knowing you better than you know yourself. Like magic, the slow-building orgasm churns wildly in the depths of your belly. Only for it to be disrupted by him suddenly lifting his head, breaking the seal. “I want us to do something today.”
Your mouth is bone-dry, causing you to stutter, “W-what?”
He shifts his weight between your legs, propping himself on an elbow. Before you can complain out of frustration, he asks nonchalantly, “Where do you want to go?”
Your mind is too busy reeling trying to process the casual tone of his voice to think about an itinerary for the day. He doesn’t seem to mind your pause and waits patiently for an answer with a smile on his face. After a huff and a roll of your eyes, you throw your head back and comb your fingers through your hair. “Fuck. I dunno, Josh. I think I work today.”
His response is mumbled through the kisses to the inside of your leg. “Then call off. You can do that, can’t you?”
The trail of his tongue and the teasing nips of his teeth distract you. Just like that fateful afternoon the day you first met at the shop, he’s able to convince you of anything he desires. “Yeah…yeah. I think so.”
“Good.” His middle finger slips through your folds — rewarding you. He’s playing, exploring the intricate details of your body to see your reactions in real-time. He watches your hips lift off the bed from the feather-light touch, how your chest rises and falls with each panting breath, to the changing expressions on your face. With his hooded eyes completely transfixed between your legs, he asks, “How about we take some edibles and go to the aquarium today?”
Despite the overwhelming urge to close your eyes, you fight to keep them open. He’s breathtaking, so effortlessly beautiful soaking in the filtered morning sun. You doubt the fact he’s real like he’s a still from a movie that’s been locked away in a memory until now. There’s a fear that if you blink, he might disappear and you’ll wake up from this perfect dream.
You’re determined to capture the sight of him — a moment so natural it makes your heartache. The dark shadow of stubble growing back where his mustache draws your attention down to his kissable lips. They’re flushed bright pink, glossy with your wetness.
He swipes his thumb across your clit, watching how your body spasms at the feeling. You hum, finally allowing your eyes to close, “Mmhmm.”
His voice floats across the tides of your conscience, “Are you listening, baby?”
“Yeah,” you answer back through an airy sigh. In reality, you’re not convinced you even heard him correctly. The words evaporated into the air between you. They don’t matter in the slightest, he could suggest anything to you if it meant that he would make you finish.
He kisses your inner thigh before dragging the tip of his tongue higher up. “How does that sound?”
The kitten-licks along the crook of your leg make you choke on a breath, “S-sure.” He giggles at the broken sound, burying his laughter as he searches for your clit. “We can go look at some fish — ah fuck!”
He swirls his tongue, coaxing your orgasm into the refuge that is his mouth. You find his hand gripped across your hip. The contact serves as a substitute for the spoken words that are failing to form, touching praise that tells him you’re right on the cusp of your release. You feel across the dips and contours of his knuckles, tracing along the soft planes of each finger grasped onto the supple flesh of your waist.
If you were aware of your surroundings, you would notice his hips grinding into the mattress for friction knowing he could’ve easily added his fingers and made you climax minutes ago out of impatience. The whine laced within the ragged breath is the only indicator that he’s just as desperate as you. “Are you close, baby?”
You moan loud enough for the sound to pierce through the thin walls of their house. If Jake was here, there’s no question that he heard you. However, the thought of the confrontation he’ll have with you is fleeting. Josh, still hell-bent on maintaining the resemblance of a conversation, asks you, “What do you want to see the most?”
“Josh,” you groan, swallowing harshly to wet your parched tongue.
“Yeah?”
“Please shut up.”
He smiles, pressing the sharp edge of his teeth against your clit. As much as he loves to tease you, the urgency in your tone is enough to flip the last switch. The lazy movements are abandoned, replaced with the rapid flicks of his tongue.
“Holy sh-shit!” You cry out, clawing at his hands that are latched around your legs. Every muscle in your body tightens like an over-spun coil ready to snap any second. You fall past the tipping point as he drenches you in intoxicating bliss like you’ve been submerged in a warm bath.
He brings you down carefully, licking and kissing until your legs start to shake from overstimulation. Peaceful silence falls between you as your breathing calms and your heart rate returns to normal within a few minutes. You expect him to crawl up your body and slip himself inside you, but he doesn’t.
He lifts himself from the bed, throws the duvet off to the side, and stands to his feet. His nakedness sends your eyes to his obviously-hard cock bouncing against his belly as he moves. He catches you staring, and the confusion painted on your face.
You’re completely dumbfounded, as Josh doesn’t strike you as the type to pass on the opportunity for sex. The strange behavior might have made you question things normally, but the certain glint in his eyes tells you something is brewing in that brain of his.
A tiny smirk forms on his face as he makes his way to the dresser, giving you a direct view of his ass. The way jiggles and bounces as he walks is enough to distract you momentarily. You know he’s doing it on purpose, and you hate the way you fall for it. He digs out his clothes from the drawers, tosses them onto the foot of the bed, and starts to get dressed in front of you.
You wish you had your phone to snap a picture of him, even for your own selfish reasons. The collection of vibrant tattoos flowing with the lean muscles of his body deserves to be admired. The dichotomy of wanting to appreciate his beauty while wanting to ravish his cock that’s twitching with the steady beat of his heart wrecks your brain.
Realizing that you’re gawking, he looks up and flashes you a full smile. “So I was thinking we could grab a coffee and some breakfast on the way. My treat.”
Stunned, you watch him pull his boxer briefs up his legs with his cock standing at attention more than ever. Your pussy throbs for him, craving the full feeling he gives you. Unbothered, he grabs himself with a firm hand and tucks it away into the confines of his underwear. The heather-gray fabric does little to conceal it, taunting you with the prominent outline.
“Uh…about that,” You begin just as he slips on a pair of jeans that does nothing but hug his crotch in all the right places. It takes every ounce of energy for you to look away. “I need to stop by my apartment today. I have to check on my cat and get some clothes.”
He pauses with his t-shirt in hand. “You have a cat?” After seeing you nod, he scoffs in disbelief, “How did I not know that?”
You sit up, snorting a laugh as you scoot to the edge of the bed. “I don’t think we’ve spent our time actually getting to know each other.”
“Hmm,” he hums, making his way toward you. He steps between your legs and leans until he’s just about eye level. “I beg to differ. I think I’m getting to know you very well.”
You peer up, hoping not to fall headfirst into those amber irises. “So well in fact that you didn’t even know I had a cat.”
“Hey,” he scolds playfully while tipping your chin up with a finger and lowering himself even farther so his lips hover above yours. “In my defense, I was a little busy getting to know another kitty of yours.”
“You’re a fucking idiot,” you huff, but he catches the back of your neck before you can pull away.
He nips at the spot below your ear, making you suck in a breath.“Utterly moronic.” You whimper at the silken quality of his voice. “Now get dressed, baby.”
You want to tug him close by the collar of his white t-shirt and kiss him. Lost in the sheets until the sun sets again, but he straightens, breaking the hold you have on him.
He finishes getting ready while you dress and gather your belongings around him. You take a chance opening the door to his bedroom to see that Jake’s wide open. He’s nowhere to be found, but you spot your overnight bag sitting on top of his bed, reminding you how things were left off with him.
You walk into his room, taking cautious steps toward the enormous four-post bed. Once you’re a few feet from it, you see a garment wrapped in a plastic covering beside your bag. You recognize it immediately. It’s the dress you wore to your tattoo appointment with Jake, dry-cleaned and laid out neatly for you.
You’re not sure what to make of the gesture. It’s a level of care and detail that you weren’t expecting from him. It leaves you confused more than anything. There’s no note with your things, and a glance at your phone screen shows no messages from him.
You hear Josh’s footsteps approach before he knocks against the door frame and calls into the room, “You ready?”
“Yeah, I think so.” You snatch your bag from the bed and head toward him, leaving the dress behind.
He ushers you out of the front door of the house, locking it behind you once you step to the side. You follow him down the stairs, along the concrete path, and to the driveway where his beloved Camry sits.
Up close, and now that you’re paying close attention to it, you can see the evidence left by the years from a type of tough love that would blur the line of abuse. The car has stood up to the test of time, proudly wearing every scratch along the chipped red paint and every dent punched into its exterior.
As you walk around its battered hood, you note the metallic blue fender piece around the front passenger wheel well. You smile to yourself, as it's not a surprise that he’s the type of person to barely care if there was a fender attached at all.
You imagine each point of damage created by teenage Josh — each mark having its own ridiculous story for him to share with you one day.
You also know that there’s a strong likelihood that some of these could have been made within the week. The thought of it causes a giggle to break free, “How old is this thing?”
He chuckles, manually unlocking the driver-side door with the key. “It’s an ‘03.”
You wait as he slides into his seat, expecting him to hit the unlock button on the inside of his door. He stretches across the passenger seat and pulls up the locking mechanism.
You pop the handle, pleasantly surprised that it opens with ease, and peek inside. A pile of old cassette and CD cases litter the floor of the front seat. Layers of stickers that probably span over the years cover nearly every square inch of the plastic beige dash. The worn upholstery seats have been mended by hand and stitched back together in a rainbow of threads. Upon further inspection, you notice the tiny, circular cigarette burns that haven't earned their own patch. “Don’t you think it’s time for a new car?”
While you throw your bag into the backseat, he turns the key in the ignition. The idling engine emphasizes his answer. “Why? This baby runs perfectly fine.”
You scoff a laugh, “Josh. Your side view mirror is held on by duct tape and a prayer.”
“Hey!” He wags a pointed finger with his quirked brow before patting the center of the dash affectionately. “There’s nothing duct tape can’t fix. It hasn’t failed me yet.”
You glance over at him, watching him lift his ass from the seat so he can empty his pockets.“How much shit in this car is held together by duct tape?”
He bites back a smile, tossing his pack of cigarettes onto the dash, and sets his phone in the center console. After putting the car in reverse, he holds your headrest to look behind him, but his gaze lingers on you. “Do you want the real answer to that?”
“It might be better if I don’t know.”
Music plays through the speakers just low enough that the lack of conversation becomes noticeable. You’ve tried to distract yourself, but the plastic army men superglued to his dash can only keep your pestering thoughts from wandering for so long.
He appears anxious, picking aimlessly at the woven steering wheel cover and bouncing a knee for the last few miles. After stopping at the next red light, he finally reaches for his pack of cigarettes resting on the center of the dash. With his free hand, he flips the top and pulls one out with his lips before tossing it back. Your eyes follow the bent pack of Marlboro Lights sliding into the corner of the windshield. After rolling his window down and using his knees to steer, he lights the cigarette and pulls a heavy drag. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
He glances over at you and takes a steadying breath. “I know I said we should have a serious talk last night, and well, we didn’t do as much talking as we probably should have.”
His anxiety becomes contagious, infecting you in an instant. You stiffen, taking cautious verbal steps, “Okay. What did you want to talk about?”
Noticing your sudden change, he reaches out and gives your knee a reassuring squeeze. “Relax, baby. Everything is okay. I promise.”
“But something is still bothering you.”
You study his expressions and body language. He’s hesitant, thinking over each word carefully. The sigh he releases and the way he’s rubbing his thumb across his bottom lip makes your chest tighten. “I want you to know that I’m not trying to fuck around.” He quickly clears his throat to clarify his thoughts, “I mean, I’m not really looking to hook up with other people. And…and I think I wanted you to know that I’m just about you right now.”
You don’t answer him right away, letting each word replay in your head over and over. It takes a moment to process, deciphering what he’s truly saying past the surface level. You question if this is a conversation about exclusivity and the implications that go with it. He hasn’t looked back at you yet since he’s spoken, keeping his focus locked on the road.
“Josh?”
Your voice breaks his attention long enough for him to glance over at you. “Yeah?”
“Are you trying to say that you want me to stop sleeping with Jake?”
You try not to think about how much the proposition affects you because deep down you know the feeling will act as a stubborn stain on your heart that will never wash out no matter how much you try. You’ve thrown it out into the open and there’s no reeling it back in. It settles between you, more so than the iron weight in the pit of your stomach. You have to acknowledge your hypocrisy when you stood there in their driveway, holding your ground about not wanting to create jealousy between them.
He winces as he takes another drag, pushing out the question through the blown smoke, “Do you want to stop sleeping with Jake?”
You’re quick to snap back, “Don’t dodge my question.”
“I’m not,” he huffs defensively. “Look, I’ll be the first person to admit that our situation is…less than conventional. But I like you. I hope that’s obvious.” A smile breaks through the last part, but the expression stays controlled. “All I’m worried about is you being happy and comfortable. Knowing that you’re having fun, but I don’t have any expectations, okay?”
He waits for your nod before continuing to talk. “If having fun for you is hooking up with me, or with the both of us like we’ve been doing, or even if you just want to be with Jake… that’s okay too.”
Before you can open your mouth to reassure him, he adds, “It will be a bummer, but I’ll accept that.”
The pained flick of his thumb across the filter of his cigarette reveals more of his emotions than his chosen words. His exterior is calm and collected — an undeniable contrast to the outburst in the shop office. Out of the corner of your eye, you see how close you’re getting to your apartment building, and the last thing you want is to leave things off on a bad note. “You know I still want to sleep with you, right?”
His shoulders immediately relax and his face lights up as soon as the words leave your lips. That reserved smile blossoms into a full grin. “I might have had a feeling.”
As much as the sight gives you that fuzzy feeling, there’s still a tinge of embarrassment that you’re not handling this as well as you should be, making you confess, “This is new for me.”
Josh’s hand wraps around your thigh once more. “Me too. But we’ll figure it out.” His fingers and thumb begin to knead small circles into the bare skin. The touch is electric, sparking desire like lightning between your legs. “One last thing though. Can you just tell me you’re mad at me next time? I don’t know if I can handle much more of you fucking him to get back at me.”
Despite ending the last sentence with a laugh, it’s not because he finds it humorous. Guilt resurfaces, revealing your immaturity over the last week. You knew that’s how he felt, but to hear him say it acts like salt to the wound. You play it off, throwing in a touch of sarcasm. “So honest and open communication about my feelings?”
He bites at his lip before giving you that smile of his.“Crazy, I know.”
“I’ll try.”
Josh parks behind your apartment building in your designated space. To your relief, your roommate’s car is missing from its spot, giving you the clear to bring him up without having to deal with an awkward introduction. Before you can unbuckle your seatbelt, he snatches your bag from the backseat and slings it over his shoulder as he makes his way out of the car.
He follows you through the narrow alleyway toward the front door of the building, causing a new, unfamiliar feeling to brew in your chest. In the past, bringing people back to your place has always been a rare thing, especially in broad daylight. You’ve found that you’re more comfortable at their house, coming and going on your terms. Now with him, a half-step behind you, seconds away from your door, is starting to feel like this is developing past the casual hookup phase and you’re not entirely sure where to place that idea in your brain.
You unlock the heavy door and give it a strong push to break the seal of old paint that keeps it stuck within its frame during warmer months. Since it’s an older building, the musty air sticks to your lungs as you ascend the staircase.
“How long have you lived here?” Josh sparks small talk from behind you.
You keep your voice quiet to keep the sound from traveling into the other apartments. “About three years. It’s not quite up to code but the rent is cheap and my landlord is super cool so I can’t complain.”
Josh chuckles, “You know what they say, ‘A little asbestos builds character’.”
You laugh at his joke, stopping on the landing to search for your apartment key on the metal ring. “Can’t be much worse than all the cigarettes you smoke.”
He steps in front of you and blushes, releasing the strained breath he’s been holding in. “Hey, I’m trying to quit.”
You take the next set of stairs while throwing the bratty remark over your shoulder. “Oh? How’s that going by the way?”
Sarcasm seeps into his tone, making him exhale with a dramatic wheeze, “Fantastic. Can’t you tell?”
As soon as you’re standing in front of your door, a sudden wave of anxiety washes over you. This is the first time he’s going to see your place — a part of you that’s remained a mystery to him until now. Accepting that there’s no turning back, you turn the key in the lock, praying that nothing embarrassing has been left in plain sight.
“Well, this is it,” you announce into the empty apartment with open arms.
You drop your keys onto the side table while he walks in and shuts the door behind him. After sliding your bag off his shoulder and resting it on a nearby chair, his eyes scan over the quaint living room. “Wow. It’s quite cozy in here.”
Thankfully, your roommate had kept the place pretty tidy overnight. Crocheted throw pillows are propped up nicely, a folded blanket is draped over the back of the couch, and stacks of books and an unfinished puzzle sit on the vintage oak coffee table. The late morning light casts through the large plate glass windows, giving your family of houseplants their daily dose of sun.
The commotion wakes your sleeping cat, making him lift his head from his spot on the couch and give you both a welcoming chirp. With a childlike wonder, Josh beams with excitement, calling out in a soft voice, “Hey buddy!”
He slowly drops to a squatting position and holds out his hand. “Pspspsps.”
You stand back, pleasantly surprised that Josh can gain his trust so easily. The orange tabby does his post-nap stretch before jumping off the couch with a thud, landing on all four paws. He trots over, causing his low belly to swing with his stride, and rubs his face into Josh’s open palm. “What’s your name?”
Not knowing what his reaction will be, you answer sheepishly, “Tater tot.”
Josh throws his head back and lets out a loud cackle, filling the quiet room with his vibrant energy. “Tater tot. I fucking love that.” He scratches under the cat’s chin, earning himself a purr. “You kind of look like a tater tot, don’t you?”
You move through the living room, placing your stuff down as you reminisce over the distant memory. “I found him by the dumpster at work when he was just a tiny kitten. Poor guy was covered in fleas and so hungry that he ate tater tots that I had with my lunch right out of my hand. And the name just stuck ever since.”
He gives your cat’s rotund frame an affectionate pat. “What a cool dude.”
You linger for a few beats of time until you clear your throat. “I’m gonna go get ready. You okay out here with him?”
He makes himself at home on the lounge chair next to your couch and releases a comfortable sigh, “Take your time, baby. Ol’ Tater and I will catch up.”
You rush back to your bathroom and freshen up as quickly as you can. Not long after you left the twins’ house, you texted Katie about covering your shift this afternoon. Thankfully, she was able to without much of a battle, leaving your day wide open to spend with Josh.
After applying some makeup and doing your hair in a simple style, you repack your overnight bag and look for an outfit to change into. You pick out a simple, linen sundress from your closet that’s going to be comfortable enough for you to walk around in.
Josh doesn’t hear you come back into the living room, and keeps his back turned. In your short absence, he has scooped your cat up into his arms and started rocking him like a newborn baby. He hums a song that’s stuck in his head while pacing around the space, studying the art, little thrifted trinkets, and knick-knacks to the collection of books sitting on the shelf. You watch from the edge of the hallway, noticing how well he seems to fit in here — like he’s meshing seamlessly with your existing life.
The romantic in you pines for a different reality, because at this moment, seeing the peaceful innocence makes you wish that he had asked you out on a proper date the first day you met. That way, you could have gotten to know him under different circumstances. After weeks of dating, you could’ve introduced him to friends, maybe even brought him to meet your nightmare parents.
But the way things are with him seems as though it’s far too good to be true — an exciting fling that’s destined to fizzle out as soon as the summer ends. You’ve learned this lesson before. Don’t get too emotionally invested in a guy like him.
Before getting swept away in the emotions of it like an incoming tide, you interrupt, “I’m shocked he let you pick him up like that. Usually, he hates being held.” Josh is startled by your voice, turning on his heels with the biggest smile on his face. “He must really like you.”
Your beloved cat continues to rub his face across Josh’s defined jaw, purring so loud that you can hear it from across the room. Proud that he’s won his affection, he can’t help but crack a joke, “What can I say…pussies love me.”
You groan with a dramatic roll of your eyes and walk to the door with your bag in hand. Josh laughs from behind you, only to be followed by the sound of Tater Tot’s paws returning to the wood floor. “What? What’d I say?”
You let the smile creep across your lips as you grab your purse and keys. “Sometimes I wonder why I hang out with you at all?”
He hums in thought, standing behind you as he watches you lock the deadbolt. “It could be the big dick and the free weed.”
You scoff and turn to the stairs knowing that he’ll follow. Before you can take the first step, he reaches out and hooks your upper arm in his hand, tugging you close. “Hey.” He abandons the teasing banter, taking on a calm sincerity in his voice. “You look beautiful, baby. Thank you for spending the day with me.”
“You’re welcome.”
“You’re right. Those flowers do look great in your apartment.”
With the weight lifted between you, the drive to the aquarium was far more relaxed than the one on the way to your apartment. Like a road trip planned with your best friend, the miles fly by quicker than you thought. The last hour was spent laughing and playing music from the scattered tapes and CDs strewn across the car.
Josh chooses a parking deck close by, but because of it being in the center of the city, the first three floors are filled. He eventually finds a spot on the last level, kills the engine, and digs around for something in his backseat. He retrieves a small plastic container, pops the lid open, and offers you a red gummy placed in the center of his palm.
You giggle, plucking it from his open hand, “You’re such a bad influence.”
“The peer pressure must be killing you.” He teases, tossing back three into his mouth.
Even though you’ve already started chewing yours, you stare at him in disbelief and snatch the container from him. “How strong are these?”
He chuckles around his own gummies, answering before you have a chance to find it on the label. “They’re only twenty.”
Your eyes widen as you swallow down the THC-infused cherry-flavored juice. “Oh, great.”
He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze and places a sweet kiss on your cheek. “Relax. You’re going to be fine. I got you, baby.”
“I fucking hope so.”
You both make your way through the parking deck and out onto the street. It’s early afternoon, and the summer sun is at its highest point in the sky. Thankfully, the trek to the aquarium is roughly a ten-minute stroll. You follow behind him as he walks up to the ticket counter outside of the building.
“Hello,” Josh greets the employee behind the glass. An older woman looks up from her computer and stares blankly at him. He waits a few seconds for her response, but when she doesn’t, he adds, “Can I get two adult tickets, please?”
You catch her glare before she redirects her attention to her computer. “That’ll be $105.89.”
Josh fishes his wallet out of his back pocket, waving you off when you reach into your purse. “I got it, baby.” He pulls out a credit card and slides it across the metal counter through the opening of the glass window.
The woman's judgemental eyes lock onto his hands pushing the card toward her. You’re confused as to why until you realize that she’s staring at his finger tattoos. A look of disgust contorts her aged features as she reaches for it. You glance over at him, seeing the same friendly expression he’s been wearing despite this woman’s blatant rudeness toward him.
She inspects the card between her fingers and looks up at him. “I need your ID to verify this card.”
You cut in, showing your frustration, “Are you serious? Is that necessary?”
“It’s okay,” He mumbles softly, placating you while handing the employee his driver’s license. He manages to keep his discomfort contained and hidden beneath the surface. Anger ignites and burns like wildfire within your body, but you stay silent as the interaction plays out.
The old woman compares the names on the credit card and license in front of her before finalizing the payment. She reluctantly pushes both back to him, along with the receipt and printed tickets.“You know those things are permanent, young man.”
Josh forces out an awkward laugh as he slides both cards back into his wallet, “I would certainly hope so with how much I paid for them.”
Being in this employee’s presence makes your blood boil, and you can’t fathom spending another second in it. You hook your arm around his and usher him toward the entrance until you’re out of earshot. “What the fuck was that about?”
“What?”
You shuffle into the line and turn to him. “The ticket lady? She was so rude to you, Josh.” He doesn’t answer, but shrugs his shoulders, clearly not matching the same feelings you have about the ordeal. “Do people treat you like that a lot?”
“It happens. Sometimes you can’t change people who think like that.” There’s a hint of defeat in those words, a hidden sadness that he’s trying to mask. The experience knocks you down because you’ve only ever seen the art inked into his skin as beautiful. His brows pull together when he sees your frown and the hurt in your eyes. “What matters is that you think they’re cool, right?”
You blush instantly. “The coolest.”
“Fuck yeah. Now let’s go check out some fish.”
Another employee scans your tickets and points you in the direction of the main lobby. You let Josh take the lead, following the trail of painted blue arrows on the concrete floor to the closest exhibits.
Walking through the open space, the recognizable smell of seawater from the rows of tanks drifts along the air and into your senses. Since it’s the middle of the week, the crowds are smaller — just a few people passing by every couple of minutes.
You find yourselves before this massive tank that wraps around a circular shaped room. The serene ocean hues drench you in its blue light. As you read over the descriptions of the animals in each enclosure on the plaques, the edible you ate in the car starts to take effect on your body. You’re becoming highly aware of Josh standing beside you, and your focus moves to him. He’s taking it all in, admiring life’s simplest and more intricate details captured behind the wall of glass.
The calm silence is making it hard for you to concentrate on the animals. You’re becoming more restless only to feel his fingers brush against yours. It’s a testing touch before they weave tightly between them. It’s not much, but the public display of affection sends your heart racing.
You’ve been questioning whether or not this is a date, or if it’s simply friends hanging out together. Friends that happen to have the wildest sex you’ve ever experienced.
He points to a large fish swimming by, but you don’t catch any of the words he’s saying. The only thing you can focus on is the feeling of his warm fingers squeezing around yours from his excitement.
You stand like this for a while staring at all the sea life, but the way his thumb rubs against your hand keeps distracting you. “Josh?”
“Hmm?” He hums but keeps his gaze on the tank. His hazy eyes sparkle as they dance from fish to fish.
“Do you come here a lot?”
He snorts a breathy laugh, “No. Can you believe that? But I’m glad we did.”
“How come?”
The question finally causes him to break away and look directly at you. You want to kiss him, snuggle up in the comfort of his hoodie, and stay like that for hours. He smiles wide, bringing out the dimple on his left cheek. “I think we needed to get away from the bullshit for a while.”
“The bullshit?”
He lets go of your hand and steps closer to the glass, now a couple of inches away. “Yeah. It’s healthy to step back from all the chaos and connect with nature when you can. Forget our problems for the moment to remember how delicate and beautiful life is. That we are just one facet in the great cosmos.”
You lean in, whispering so others can’t hear, “How high are you?”
He giggles with a sigh, “Pretty high.” You pull him back by a handful of his sweatshirt, making him bump into you. “I’m serious though.”
Even with the closeness, he keeps his touches appropriate. You stretch on your toes and give him a soft peck on his lips. “I bet, but I wanna check out the sharks.”
You look for the shark exhibit, following the path of blue arrows through several escalators and moving walkways. Everything is going well, but the aquarium is far colder than you anticipated, and now you’re cursing at yourself for not bringing along a sweater like Josh.
Your violent shivers are too difficult to hide, and he’s quick to notice. He pulls off his hoodie and hands it over, “Here.”
“Thanks.”
Although the look of it over your sundress isn’t the best fashion statement, it’s the least of your worries. It envelops you like a comforting hug. You nuzzle into it while he looks away, breathing in the fabric that holds his scent — a calming mix of his cologne, and laundry detergent with the faint smell of cigarettes.
A few minutes pass as you navigate your way to see the sharks. He’s fidgety, rubbing up and down the length of his bare arms. He then hugs himself as if to hide the tattoos without much success. You’re undoubtedly high, which only makes you hyper-aware of his uneasiness.
Josh has been nothing but confident since the day you met him. He’s never faltered, acting like the tattoos were simply an extension of him. His restlessness — whether it’s weed-induced paranoia or tucked-away self-esteem issues, affects you greatly.
The behavior is unlike him, and you’re sensitive about it. He holds himself like you’ve stripped him bare and left him completely exposed for judging eyes. You’re not sure what to do other than gently pluck his fingers from his arm that has been pressing into the flesh so hard they’ve created indentations.
Your touch breaks the spell he’s in, making him swap hands with the one that is closest to you. He squeezes your fingers tightly and gives you a grateful smile as he whispers, “Thank you.”
You study the expression on his face, but his bloodshot eyes zero in on your moving lips. “You okay?”
He leads you in with his hand, closing the short distance between you. The kiss is deeper, and richer than previous ones today. Even with the tip of his tongue ghosting across your lips, it doesn’t feel sexual. He eventually pulls away, and happily sighs, “Much better.”
After leaving the aquarium, you must have walked around the city for hours. Hand-in-hand, swept away by each other’s presence. By the time you made it back to the deck, the sun had fully set in the sky. Once nearly full to capacity, the deck remains borderline desolate. A few vehicles are scattered amongst the first few floors, but as you climb to the fourth, you spot Josh’s Camry sitting alone.
Now that the euphoric buzz from your cherry-flavored gummy is starting to settle in your system, the desire to have him is so bad that the hour-long drive seems torturous to think about. Besides the few chaste kisses placed on your cheeks, and the one shared on the escalator, he has yet to kiss you today with the same passion you’re used to.
You’ve been craving those risky touches, the curious grazes of fingertips under the hemline of your dress. You wished for the lewd, sexual comments whispered against your ear when people were around. Those memories of his mouth roaming across your body have been invading your mind ever since you walked out their front door this morning. His undivided attention, the pin-you-against-the-wall kind of attention is what you’ve been wanting all day. You just never would have thought that him on his best behavior would drive you this mad.
If he feels the same way, he’s been hiding it better than you. Unbothered from the casual stroll to the car, the goofy grin plastered across his face, to the way he���s belting out random notes into the open space just to hear them echo back.
After both of you step into the car and get settled, he asks, “Do you wanna go to the bar?”
He pops open the lid of the center console and starts searching for a particular CD to play. As he roots around, you realize that looking at anything other than his lips proves to be a challenge you can’t overcome.
You forget to answer. He’s still rummaging around the junk crammed in the center console, but your silence makes him laugh, “Or should we head back to the house?”
You shift in your seat toward him, whispering, “Josh.”
“What’s up?” His eyes flick up, meeting yours.
While you’re not usually the one to make the first move, giving in to a temptation that’s been gnawing relentlessly for hours never felt so rewarding. Your lips crash against his, abrupt and unrestrained. Your kiss is heady, starving for even the faintest taste. Impatience doesn’t even begin to explain what you’re feeling. You take the initiative by licking into his parted mouth, searching and demanding for what’s been so out of reach.
He meets your tongue with his, greeting you with a matched passion. That subtle sweetness, the crisp bite of mint gum — it cuts out any forethought you might possess in an instant. You know you shouldn’t be doing this, venturing further with him when there’s a possibility that an onlooker can walk right on by. The risk of being caught becomes meaningless, lost in the orange glow of the outside lamps.
The hungry kiss might have been the end of this moment — left with a palmed breast and a few nips of teeth. The whine through a bated breath with the following moan tumbling right into your mouth changes everything. It’s what propels you forward over the console and onto his lap. The crawl to him is less than graceful with your clumsy limbs knocking into everything in your path.
As you struggle to get settled on his legs, he leans back against the headrest with open arms. He watches with a prideful smirk, confidently basking in the knowledge that you were the first to break. You’ve already braced yourself on his shoulders and started to grind your ass over the rough denim in hopes of catching his hard-on. Amused, he tilts his chin up, keeping his lips barely an inch from yours. “Hi.”
Breathless, you scold, “Shut up and kiss me.”
A deep exhale bellows from his chest while his hands knead the flesh of your thighs beneath the bunched-up fabric of your dress. He ignores your request, biting back the lip you so desperately want for yourself. Frustrated, you roll your hips in an attempt to send his open hands closer to your ass.
Your sense of control wavers with the whimper, “Josh, please.”
A curious hum resides in this throat and his fingertips ghost the delicate edge of your thong stretched across your hip. At this point, you would do anything to have him. That gummy from this afternoon fails in comparison to the drug that is him. You bury your face into the warmth of his neck, sucking at the tender skin below his jawline.
He giggles as if the feeling tickles and sends one hand up the length of your back instead of between your legs like you want.“What’s got you so worked up, baby?”
“You,” you mumble, tightening the hold you have on the nape of his neck as if you could somehow bring yourself closer. The tight space of the driver seat confines you, heightening every movement tenfold.
“Me?” The cockiness in his voice reminds you of Jake more than you’d like to admit, but the single word spoken into your temple makes you tremble. Driving yourself further into his groin, you end up clenching around nothing but the memory. “I got you so desperate that you can’t even wait until we got home?”
The hints of his erection, knowing that it’s there but hidden from your grasp destroy every facet of your self-control. He’s right. The thought of waiting for him is truly unbearable. You lean back on his legs, giving yourself the space to reach between you and find the button of his jeans. You’re able to pop it open before his hand clasps around your wrist, stopping you. “Baby, I’m shocked. I didn’t take you for the public sex type.”
“Are we going to fuck or not?” It was supposed to leave your lips with power but hit the air between you as a pathetic plea.
Just like the words acting as the ripcord to his own urges, he tears apart your thong between his hands in a swift pull. After hearing your stunned yelp, he bares his teeth to the vulnerable skin of your throat and lets a laugh flutter across your ear, “Oops.”
He flings your shredded panties somewhere into the backseat and cups the curve of your ass with a firm hand, lifting you enough so he can work himself out of the leg of his jeans. Unlike the teasing banter seconds before, he wastes no time dragging the head of cock through your wetness.
The way his teeth sink into the thin flesh covering your collarbone gives away how badly he wants this as well. After a less-than-gentle pass and in a single thrust, he pushes his entire length inside you.
“Oh fuck!” You cry out, the sound low and guttural. He stretches you and crashes into your cervix before you have a chance to adjust to his size. He keeps himself there, allowing the stinging pain to subside within seconds, replacing it with that addicting full feeling.
If you’re being honest with yourself, you welcome that pain — a reminder of how you’ve been acting lately. It should be no surprise how quickly your body remembers him despite how long it’s been since he’s been buried inside you.
He sighs into the hollow point of your neck, muttering the sweet confession, “I’ve missed this.”
You settle your weight on his lap, only allowing him to rock his hips in the seat. You tighten around him, soaking his cock in your pleasure. “I missed you, too.”
He stops moving to drink you in, kissing and licking a path along your shoulder. “Fuck, I love your pussy so much…best I’ve ever had.”
Your heart skips a beat from the thought alone, but you’re greedy for his praise. You push yourself back with your hands placed on his chest, giving yourself room to see his face. “The best, huh?”
That smug grin reappears while his heavy-lidded eyes drift slowly up to yours. You take in the details of his face, how the shadows accentuate his sharper features. “Yeah…would I lie to you?”
He flusters you, making your line of sight fall from his glazed eyes down to your restless hands. You watch yourself play with the fraying neckline of his t-shirt, asking, “Would you?”
He tips his chin, keeping his focus solely on your lips before bringing his own close enough to whisper, “Never.”
In a matter of seconds, his hands skim across the fabric of your dress to find the thin straps. Hooking them under his thumbs, he slips them down your arms, taking the front of your dress with them. In a frantic need, he yanks the cropped, black t-shirt you’ve been wearing under your dress up over your chest.
Now that it’s freed and exposed, he sucks your naked breast into his mouth and licks a broad stripe across your hardening nipple. You force yourself to look up to check if anyone is walking by, only to see that the windows are beginning to fog from the heat of your shared breaths. They’re clinging to every inch of your skin, causing a sheen of sweat to collect across your furrowed brow. And yet, a chill climbs up the length of your spine from his tongue rolling over your bare tits.
The uncomfortable position is posing a unique challenge for you both. Since both knees are wedged and starting to ache from plastic digging into your flesh, you’re unable to ride him the way you want. Josh, however, doesn’t let the restrictions of the Camry ruin the moment if he can help it. The moans tumbling from your lips act as his cue to wrap his arms around the small of your back, locking you in place.
It should’ve been a warning to you.
Something animalistic suddenly possesses him, shredding any remaining innocence. He snaps his hips up, thrusting into you with a strength you didn’t realize existed within him. He takes on all the work, holding you above him while you’re left to brace yourself in any way you can.
Pornographic sounds — sounds you wouldn’t dare make in the past break free from your chest. He’s thriving off them, knowing that if he was fucking you without these limitations you would be reduced to an even more pathetic, incoherent mess.
He’s not shy about making his own noises. His rumbled growl vibrates between your breasts. Primal grunts are trapped behind his clenched teeth. It could be because he’s out of breath or that he’s closer than he thought, but he starts to slow his pace, shifting to more of a grinding motion.
“Oh my god. You feel so fucking good,” You pant. Half-whines, half-barely recognizable curses fall from your open mouth. “Please, please, please.” You’re rambling, blurting out any broken, strung-together thought you can. “Josh…I… I…fuck—don’t stop. ”
His raspy laugh pushes through strained vocal cords, “I’m listening, baby.”
He tries to move and adjust to get a better position, sending the edge of the steering wheel into your lower back. “Ow!” You hiss, rubbing the spot with your fingers.
“Shit. Sorry, baby.” Although he gives you an apologetic look, you can’t help but giggle at his expense. He returns it, huffing, “Fuck it. Get in the backseat.”
Without more protest than a pained groan, you lift yourself off of his cock and stretch out your weak limbs before clambering over the center console into the backseat. You’re not forced to live with your awkward tumble into the seat for long. He quickly follows, climbing over with far more agility than you.
His twitching, glistening cock pulled out from his unbuttoned jeans, and those sweaty curls sticking to his forehead is a sight you’ll never forget. You watch him as he reaches into the front passenger seat for his sweatshirt. He balls it up and places it under your head as a makeshift pillow.
“Acting like you’ve done this before,” you tease, clutching the golden sun that hangs from his neck.
He laughs, lowering his head with your guiding hand. “I’ve had to get creative a time or two.”
“Such a slut.”
He places a kiss on your lips, mumbling, “Don’t forget…” He breaks away, taking the sloppy kisses along your jaw to your ear, making your stomach flip as if it were an Olympic gymnast. “You were the one that jumped me.”
He kneels on the seat, kicking your open legs with his knee while pushing your dress to your stomach. Taking his cock in his hand, he lets a trail of spit fall into himself. With a few pumps of his fist, he shudders out a heavy breath, “Do you have any idea how hard it was for me not to fuck you this morning?”
He lets the head of his lubed cock slide across your clit. You lift your hips, chasing him. “I wanted you so bad.”
He lines himself with your entrance and glides in effortlessly. The gratification it gives you is instant. He finds a rhythm and braces himself with each hand gripped onto your thighs. “I know, baby. Trust me. I’ve been thinking about you all week… I’m so addicted to you.”
You let him stare, watching how his eyes bounce with your moving tits down to his cock sliding in and out of your cunt. As much as you love it, you need him close. You have to feel his warmth and the weight of his body on top of you, have his scent fill your delirious brain, and have those sounds fan across the shell of your ear.
You find his wrist and tug him to you, gesturing for him to fall forward. He repositions and hitches your leg around his waist while planting his foot on the floor.
He slides an arm beneath you with his other hand gripping onto the cushion for balance. The change in angle makes him feel deeper than before. You hug him, silently pleading with him to stay. A satisfied pur echoes in his throat, transferring the sound to your wet lips pressed against his skin. “You want it, baby?”
You reply with a hushed whimper, hoping that he can hear, “I’m so close.”
He breathes you in and sends his voice directly into your ear. “I can’t wait to fill you up the way you deserve.” You didn’t understand how spoiled you have become until he deprived you of it. So much so that it had turned you into a creature of pure depravity. You clutch onto his damp t-shirt, wrinkling it in your fists across his back.
“Please, Josh. I need it,” you choke out in a pitiful sob.
He comforts you with a reassuring shush, brushing the tacky hair from your temple. “Look at you. So perfect. Begging for my cum like a good girl.”
His cock slips inside your pussy with a taunting drag. He talks to you, peppering the words with a sweep of his lips across your cheek, “You’re gonna be so full of me, swollen and beautiful.” Being vocal with you is nothing new, but tonight he can’t seem to hold himself back. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop.”
You say his name over and over like a mantra.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans through a deliberate roll of his hips that pushes the head of his cock against your g-spot. “If you weren’t on birth control I swear I’d get you pregnant so fucking fast.”
He says it with such conviction making you think that it’s not something he accidentally blurted out in the moment. It shocks you into silence at first. The incredibly slim possibility has never been brought to your attention before now. It’s a thought that should scare the shit out of you, but somehow it doesn’t. If anything, it nearly sends you crashing over the edge.
He lifts his head to look into your eyes, searching for your thoughts within them. “You like that idea? Me filling up your pretty pussy and getting you knocked up?”
You nod and smile at him— albeit a fucked out one. Maybe you’re too afraid to say the full confession, so you only respond with a hum, “Mmhmm.”
He kisses you, slipping his tongue over yours like an expertly-timed dance. A teasing flick of it followed by a nip to your bottom lip transforms you into a puddle beneath him. “Just say the words, sweetheart.”
“I…I…” You start to stammer before eventually stopping yourself. You know that there’s not a chance in hell you’ll be able to come up with anything coherent for him.
He draws the pad of his thumb across your chin while continuing to talk through his languid thrusts, “You’d be breathtaking. Belly round with my baby… those perfect tits of yours filled with milk. Fuck. I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”
The fantasy he paints for you overrides your mind. You have to look away and blink back the tears clouding your vision. For a second, the only thing you can process is the view of the roof of his old Camry.
“I’m so close to cumming just thinking about it,” he admits, bringing his hand between your legs to find your clit. His lust-drugged fingers slip through your slick in the blind search until you jolt at the feeling. The heat of your building orgasm has been pooling between your legs and now you’re mere seconds away from plummeting right over the cliff. All you can do is accept fate as he circles the bundle of nerves with a gentle pressure.
He traces your favorite patterns while gracing your conscience with that sinful lilt of his, “One word and I’ll give it all to you.” He pushes you to the tipping point by matching the rhythm of his fingers with the glide of his cock. “If it were up to me, baby? I’d have you full and dripping with my cum every fucking day of the week.”
“Please.”
Right as you claw at his flexed shoulder blades and drive him deeper with your locked legs, he gives a final request after speaking your name, “Let me hear you. I deserve that, right?”
He does, and you’re beyond willing to give it all to him — the embarrassing groans ripping through your chest, the pitched whines and the delicate moans that chase them. Your walls flutter around his cock, tightening around him through your orgasm.
“You’re so perfect.” Is his final praise into the tacky skin on your neck. It leaves his lips through a faint whimper as you slowly milk him dry. As the warmth spill into you, he continues to gently fuck you through the waves of your release.
After slowing a stop and carefully withdrawing his softening cock, he breaks the hold you have on him by sitting back on his heels. Looking down at your pussy through drowsy lids, he sweeps his middle finger through your slit and brings them to his mouth. You watch in awe as he passes it over his flattened tongue to lick them clean.
“You look so fucking hot,” he mutters with a ragged breath. Even though the words are crass, stripped of anything remotely poetic, they’re honest. He glances up, sending you a wink. “Better keep all of it in until we get back.”
You wish you could lay in his bed with him, letting the shared high come down peacefully. But reality comes crashing in, reminding you that time is not on your side. He takes a minute to collect his breath and collapses against the backseat, running his fingers through his soaked hair as he pushes out a dramatic sigh, “Well that’s new.”
You haven’t dared to move — not even a single inch from the fear of adding another stain to the cushion beneath you. “So…is that a kink for you?”
He blows a raspberry with a shake of his head, blurting out, “I guess…maybe. Yes? I dunno. Did I freak you out?”
You snort a laugh, “Surprisingly, no.”
He takes a long pause, and you can feel his eyes on you while he tries to decipher your reaction. “Interesting.”
“What?”
He buttons his jeans and plucks the pack of cigarettes from inside the cup holder of the center console. “I just— and don’t take this the wrong way — but can you imagine getting pregnant from this?”
Before you can think about it, quickly adds, “I mean, in my shitty car in a parking deck after we spent the day at an aquarium high off our asses.” You can only stare at him, which does nothing but make him more nervous. Embarrassed, he mumbles around the filter of his cigarette, “Forget I said that,”
You interrupt by extending your hand. “Lemme have one.”
You catch the surprised rise of his brows before he scrambles to light the one hanging from his lip. He then offers it between his fingers, and he watches you take a slow drag and cough out, “Jake would be so furious.”
You both burst out into a fit of laughter, releasing any tension that might have settled between you. Smoke starts filling the car, pressuring you to finally make the move to sit up. He shuffles around, finding another t-shirt from the floor before climbing to the front of the car. Once in the driver’s seat, he lays it out across the passenger seat for you as you make your way over.
You settle while he starts the car, pulling in a second drag now that the window is down. It burns, leaving a pungent taste that trickles down your throat. “You would be a terrible dad by the way.”
He looks out and drums his fingers against the top of the steering wheel. “I think I could hold my own? Teach the little tike a few things.” Silence falls as he drives through the levels of the parking deck. His voice softens with the following sentiment, “You would be an incredible mom though.”
“Really?”
He takes a hand off the wheel and reaches over to rub your shoulder. “No doubt in my mind.”
You could get lost in those words. The thoughts and the emotions that accompany them — they could all bubble up and spill out if you let them. Instead of falling into the depth of that rabbit hole, you choose to add levity like you always do. “Would be one helluva cute kid.”
A wave of attitude is brought to the surface, making him pipe up with a pointed finger. “I’d give you the cutest fucking baby to ever exist.”
You smack his hand down playfully. “Josh, you’re a twin.”
“Yeah, well, I’m the better looking one anyway,” he blows out the sassy remark through a cloudy exhale.
“You know you’d have to quit smoking if you ever became a dad.”
“I know, I know. I gotta quit,” he grumbles, flicking the ash off his cigarette out of the window. He looks over at. you, giving you an affectionate, knowing smile. There’s something in those eyes you can’t quite place, making your heart ache too much to try. “You hungry?”
“Fucking starving.”
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Toxic!Soroity!Vanessa X Reader. Holiday party
TW: toxic relationship, slight abuse, degradation, public sex
The soft noise of Christmas music filled the student hall, you sat with a few close friends at one of the tables, picking on some munchies you bought. The college holiday party was always a big hit, it was one of the only party’s where Vanessa wouldn’t show up at, the only innocent party on campus.
“ are you gonna spend Christmas with Vanessa? Or as you gonna go home. “
Your roommate, Stacie, sat besides you. Her dark blonde hair was up in a ponytail, she wore a silly Christmas sweater, black pants, and one of those little Christmas hats. You shrugged, leaning into the seat.
“ I sing know. I mean, she wants me to, but I haven’t seen my family in a while..I don’t know- “
“ Shit. Y/N put your hood up. She just walked in “
You panicked, throwing your hood up and sinking down in the chair.
“ Vanessa?? Are you sure it’s her?? “
“ positive. She’s got like five other girls with her, why would she be here?? “
“ for me. She hates when I don’t tell her where I am. “
You watched her from the corner of your eye, she was clearly asking around for you. Stacie got up and moved, trying not to draw attention to you. Your phone was blowing up, you knew it was Vanessa texting you, but if you looked she’d know, somehow. It’s just how she worked, she was like a physic.
Vanessa made her way up to Stacie, immediately grabbing her face and almost silently yelling at her, you could only make out a few words, she was trying to get out of her where you were. You couldn’t hide, she was hurting her, your friend, the only person who could console you. You quickly got up and ran over, pushing Vanessa hands off Stacie’s face.
“ S-stop it! I’m right here, don’t hurt her. “
“ Y/N, there’s my girl. You gave me scare…I didn’t know where you went. “
Vanessa attitude immediately changed, as she gently held your face. You stepped back, standing up straighter.
“ Vanessa, you can’t assault my friends just cause you don’t know where I am. You know it’s wrong!“
“ I was just worried, I knew she’d know where you were. “
“ don’t do it again, please. Now what do you want..”
Vanessa held you by your arm, and walked you over to a secluded area, the other girls she had came with had gone separately to join the party. She sat you down, and started examine your face, looking for something, but you didn’t know what.
“ what are you doing ness- “
“ I’m making sure you’re not marked up, she dosnt need to touch you…”
“ Nessa stop! I hate when you do this! Why can’t I ever once do something by myself!! “
You shout at her, her eyes widened slightly, as she grabbed your face, holding it tightly in her palm.
“ I would have had no issue letting you go by yourself if you let. Me. Know. I only knew you where here because I knew you where excited for this all week. You don’t know what these people would do to you, they know your mine. “
“ you treat me like a child, i hate it, i hate you! “
Vanessa’s eyes narrowed, as she let go of your face. She looked around the room, it was dimly lit, the window were covered in Christmas lights, and there was a big tree in the middle with fake presents under it. She finally looked back at you, staring for a moment, before speaking.
“ you want me to treat you like a adult? “
“ Yes! For Christs sake, that’s all I want! “
“ fine. Well, adults don’t go to cheesy Christmas parties with cheap booze and repetitive music. “
Vanessa stood up, waiting for you to join her. You hesitated, but stood besides her, reaching for her hand.
“ adults don’t need there hand held. Now let’s go. “
You went quiet, following her out of the student center, and into the parking lot. She hopped into her car, and you sat in the passenger seat besides her. She was furious, you knew it, you just shouldn’t have run your mouth.
“ I’ll start treating you like a real adult if you do something. “
Vanessa started the car, giving you a minute of silence, before speaking again.
“ what Vanessa…”
“ make yourself cum. You do that, prove you can do it by yourself, and I’ll treat you exactly like you want to be treated. I’ll give you three laps around the campus and then the drive to the house. Start now. “
You where taken aback by her proposal, you hadn’t done it by yourself without Vanessa sense you two started dating. Vanessa started driving, pulling out of the lot and starting to goa round the campus.
You slowly lowered your hand down past your pants and panties, softly moving your fingers on your clit, and starting to rub it, forcing yourself to go blank minded.
“ fuck..fuck nessy c-call me something…p-please..”
“ no. I’m not helping you, you can do it by yourself. “
You whine, trying to focus on yourself, starting to thrust into yourself, using your thumb to continue rubbing your clit. Your moans are weak and shrill, trying to force yourself over the edge.
“ N-nessy please I..I can’t…”
“ we aren’t even on the third lap around the campus and your giving up?? Pathetic. “
Vanessa drove a little farther, besides pulling back into the parking lot.
“ so you do need me, hm? You need me to take care of you? “
“ y-yes! Yes I-I’m so sorry, I-I’m stupid ok? P-please just…t-touch me pretty please nessy…”
You whimpered, trying to strip your pants of. Vanessa grabbed one of your hands and pulled it off, getting out of the car, you followed after her quickly, fixing your pants.
“ cmon. You’ll sit by my side and be pretty ok? “
“ y-yes Vanessa…”
You held the hand tightly, following her back into the student center. You could see Stacie in the center, her worried gaze following you as you sat back down in the back corner, Vanessa friends filled in besides you both after a bit.
“ she learn her lesson? “
“ she did. She knows to be dependent on me, cause she knows she can’t do anything without me, huh? She can’t even make herself cum~ “
Vanessa teased you quietly, making the other girls chuckle. You held Vanessa’s arm, burrowing into her shoulder.
“ aww, little thing. It’s ok, let yourself melt~ “
Vanessa slowly moved her hand down your pants, slowly rubbing you clit. You whimpered into her shoulder, gripping her jacket with your opens hands.
“ n-nessy…”
“ shh…your so pent up arnt you~ “
Her fingers worked her way down your folds, and slowly started to finger you, kissing your forehead softly as you let out small moans. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the other girls filming you.
“ n-ness make them s-stop! “
“ there not doing anything Y/N. They just like watching. Maybe I could set up a little holiday party of our own and let them touch you, wouldn’t you like that? “
You where to embarrassed to answer, just biting down on Vanessa’s shoulder. Her fingers speed up, you tried to thrust against them to make yourself cum faster. You felt Vanessa’s fingers curl slightly, making you let out a ridiculous moan, feeling yourself ridiculously over her hand.
“ Jesus- did you fucking squirt? “
“ I-i- “
Vanessa pulled her hand out, wipping it on a nearby napkin. You felt yourself leak through your panties, still trying to hold onto Vanessa.
“ n-ness I..I can’t feel myself…I-i “
“ get off me- Jesus I didn’t know you had that in you..”
Vanessa pushed you off her, scooting away from you. You sat silent, your legs quivered as you tried to sit up straight.
“ I think I’ve gotta go. You all can stay if you want, but I have things to do. Y/N let’s go, I’ll drive you home. “
Vanessa pulled you out with her, and carried you out of the student center. You made your way back to the car, sitting down in the passenger seat.
“ so. We know to ask permission for things now. We know why we need to be dependent on me. “
“ y-yes Vanessa….”
“ good. I love you, you know I only do this because I love you baby. “
“ I..I love you too nessy…”
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