reiner who has a chubby!girlfriend, the only one whoâs keeping him sane for the time being. reiner who takes her out on dates to cafes, feeding her everything she could possibly want. reiner who loves when she sits on his lap or when he carries her just to feel her squirm. ârei! put me downn! âm too heavy!â she says, worrying that sheâd hurt him in some way. reiner who ignores her pleas to be put down because he simply just wants to hold her.
reiner who loves feeling her soft thighs around his head as his tongue is in her hole. reiner who loves to grab onto her meaty hips while he fucks into her so sweetly, calloused fingers rubbing small circles into the flesh. âso pretty.. my pretty baby, hm?â he grunts out. reiner who picks her up off the bed, his muscular arms wrapping around her body as he fucks up into her, carrying her. ânever too heavy for me.â reiner who slides his hands down to her ass, fondling with the soft flesh.
reiner who makes her cum and cum til sheâs a babbling mess whoâs brain is all into mush :( so adorable for him. reiner who wants to just empty his balls into her because he wants to see her all plump and round with his babies.
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ouattober2023 Day 9 - OC: Lampwick
"I think sometimes, for people like you and me, the deck is always gonna be stacked against us."
fake/real (aka, Chaos in the Season 6 Wish Realm)
Back when Pinocchio was still a puppet, he befriended a boy called Lampwick. One night, the two of them ran away from home, joining a handful of other restless children in their village, and sailing to the shores of Pleasure Island. The island, however, was not what it appeared to be. Pinocchio narrowly missed the fate of being transformed into a donkey. Lampwick and the others were not so lucky.
Lampwick didn't stay a donkey, though. Rescued from the island by Pan, he eventually found his way back to the Enchanted Forest again, and re-met with an older -more human- Pinocchio, instantly rekindling an old friendship.
Years later the two drifted apart again. Pinocchio did his best to rid himself of the bad habits he'd fallen into over the years and Lampwick refused to follow the same path. However, the pair crossed paths once more after Pinocchio helped Princess Emma to leave the realm, and he and finds himself turning to Lampwick for help when there are resulting consequences stemming from this action.
Name: Romeo Lampwick
Nicknames: Wick, Lamp
Height: 6'2
Age: 40 (+ unspecified years in Neverland)
Home: (Wish Realm equivalents of): The Enchanted Forest, Neverland, Pleasure Island
Gets on well with: Eugene, Ned Land, Tinker Bell
Doesn't get on with: The Blue Fairy, Robin Hood, Felix, Jiminy
'It's complicated': Pinocchio, Baelfire, Bart, Peter Pan
Face claim: Beppe Fiorello
anyway:
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yk whatâs funny . I just realized that the ONLY time Iâve let fiction ever truly affect MY realityâŠ
was with my friendsâ goddamn villain oc.
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I wanna be yours
Pairing: Bangchan x fem!reader
Summary: it was all a game to him, until all he could think about was you. He wanted to have all of you. Ruin all of you. Love all of you.
Or, the one where Chan is a cocky asshole who's going out with you just for fun and ends up falling in love.
Slightly inspired in the movie 10 things I hate about you.
Genres: angst, smut, fluff
Words count: 10,991
Masterlist
This content is +18 ONLY, minors do NOT interact!
Warnings: Corruption kink(kinda), dry humping, fingering, blowjob, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, pet names(princess, baby), Chan is cocky as fuck(and I'm here for it, stan cocky Bangchan), reader gets kinda insecure close to the end(let me know if I missed something)
A/N: should I be answering my requests or updating my series? Yes, did I spend too much time in a super long self indulgent oneshot? I did. It was supposed to be just smut with corruption kink đ turns out I can't write the porn without the plot.
It all started as a game for him. He just didn't guess how much you would mess with his head.
Bang Chan doesn't care much about college, with a promising career in music, he's just attending classes so his parents won't nag him too much.
That means he's bored all the time.
So when Jeongin, his youngest friend, begged him to win his girlfriend's sister over and date her for a bit, he almost accepted right away, yearning for some fun. But he didn't, not before knowing who you were.
That's how he ended up here, trying to find you in the middle of communication class. He didn't need to look too much, from Jeonginâs description, he could find you in the blink of an eye.
âA pretty girl, probably wearing black or some neutral color and she'll probably be in a corner. She's very shy, when you speak to her don't be too straightforward, you may scare herâ
The way Jeongin described you didn't show any ill intent and he was always a good guy, that's why Chan considered accepting his offer in the first place. He must have his reasons for almost kneeling in front of his friend, asking for him to date you.
Chan sits behind you, observing every movement you make. You're indeed pretty and you really are shy. He notices how you want to raise your hand every time the professor asks a question, but you always hesitate and someone speaks over you. Every time you try to speak, some rude person cuts you and instead of getting mad, your face turns red and you shrink in your seat, trying to make yourself even more invisible.
There's something about you, Chan can't tell what it is, but it's something amusing about how you behave. Someone like you could have every guy in this university wrapped around your little finger and every girl wanting to be your friend.
As soon as the class ends, Chan sends a text to Jeongin, telling him he will do it. He doesn't waste time, waiting for everyone to get out of the classroom while you're still collecting your things.
âHeyâ, he says out of nowhere, making you jump and look at him with huge doe eyes. âI'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare youâ.
He kinda did want that, though, curious to see how you would react, he thought maybe you would raise your voice and curse him, but you reacted as calmly as possible.
âIt's okayâ, you mumble.
You keep organizing your things, trying to ignore his presence.
âSo, I wanted to ask if you can let me borrow your notesâ, he asks, making puppy eyes.
You turn back to him and Chan can almost see the gears turning inside your head.
âWhy does he want my notes if he just attended the same class?â It's written all over your face.
âI pulled an all nighter studying for another class and kind of dozed off earlierâ, he lies, smiling sheepishly while scratching the back of his neck.
You stare at him for a bit, pondering if you should say yes, actually, let's be real: can you even say no?
This is Bang Chan, handsome and popular, everyone knows him and the other two guys from 3racha. The last you heard, he didn't care much about classes since he's already progressing in his music career so you still don't understand why he wants to borrow your notes.
âYeah, okayâ, you nod, deciding to agree so this conversation can be over soon. You pull your notebook out of your bag and hand it to him. âJust make sure to give it back by next classâ
âSure, thanksâ, he gives you a big bright smile that makes you gulp while staring at him, just a few minutes in his presence and you already know something very important: this man is dangerous.
You look around awkwardly, not knowing what Chan wants more. He's just standing there, staring at you.
âI'll get going thenâ, you sigh, feeling exhausted by this whole interaction.
You turn around, walking to the door, leaving Chan there, dumbstruck. Jeongin was right, you have no social skills, but you're much more entertaining than he made you out to be.
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You're having lunch with Yuna, your sister, and Jeongin, her boyfriend, in the cafeteria. You like spending time with them, they are probably the only people you feel comfortable around in this university.
You met Jeongin three months ago. Your sister came home giggling like a child on Christmas, sat on your bed and told you she got a boyfriend.
You ran to your door, closing it after checking that your parents weren't around. There's only one rule in the house: your younger sister must not date before you do.
Your parents are not conservative or anything like that, they just had you two later than other parents, so they are very overprotective. You don't know exactly the reason why they set this rule, maybe it's because they are sure you're never going to date.
Yuna is your best friend, she was a sickly child so all those interactions and fights that normal sisters have, you didn't. You spent most of her childhood and a huge part of yours by her side in the hospital. Fortunately, she was able to go back to a normal life by the time she was becoming a teenager, she was always a social butterfly even in the hospital everyone loved her.
You always thought it was unfair that she had to wait to have a boyfriend simply because you are not interesting enough or can't even hold a conversation properly without stuttering, but there was nothing you could do about it. You even tried arguing with your parents about it but it always ended with them telling you to forget about it.
You see Jeongin waving to someone, something is off, they never invite anyone to eat with them. A tray is settled by your side and you look at the person who sits in the seat next to yours: Bang Chan.
âHello againâ, he smiles at you, a handsome smile with dimples showing and everything. He greets the others after.
You look at Yuna and Jeongin, she is frowning just like you and her boyfriend is eating like this is an ordinary situation in your daily lunch.
âHiâ, you sister answers, âI don't think we met beforeâ
âOh, yeah, I'm Bang Chan!â He stretches his hand so she can shake it. âJeongin is an old friend and I have communication class with y/nâ
âAhâ, she nods, looking at her boyfriend. You stay in silence, playing with your food, waiting for Jeongin to send Bang Chan away.
âBabe, I forgot I have a project due tonightâ, Jeongin says, slapping the palm of his hand on his forehead. He stands up, âcan you help me? Chan will keep y/n company.â
No. You don't want him to keep you company. Your eyes widen and you stare at your sister, trying to send her a mental signal so she won't let you alone with him.
What you don't see, it's that she has already caught up on the way Bang Chan is looking at you and she might think she understands what's happening.
âOkay, yeah. Take care of herâ, your sister says, smiling apologetically to you while she gets up and follows Jeongin out of your sight.
You should just throw your food away and go to the library, maybe you can eat a sandwich.
âWould you like to go on a date with me?â You hear Bang Chan's voice before you can put your plan into practice, turning around to look at him with the most terrified face he ever saw on someone. âOuch, does the idea scare you so much?â He jokes.
âWhy would you want to go on a date with me? We just met yesterdayâ, you point out, holding yourself back so you won't just stand up and run away.
âI find you interesting, it's just a date so we can get to know each other betterâ, he shrugs. He's so nonchalant about it, while you're freaking out inside.
âI don't think that's a good idea, I'm not good at keeping conversations, you'll get boredâ, you say frantically. You just didn't expect him to laugh.
âI can do all the talking, I love to talk"
Chan knows this move is risky and there's a high probability you won't accept, but he just felt like asking you at that moment.
âAre you sure you won't get bored?â You ask.
His eyes widen and he nods, are you really considering it?
You are, obviously. You bet no one could ever guess, but Bang Chan is your ideal type, actually he is probably everyone's ideal type.
He has the kindest smile you have ever seen and the way his eyes turn into crescents when he's smiling makes your legs weak. He met you yesterday, but you know him since 3racha performed in the universityïżœïżœs festival last year. Since the first time you two crossed paths, everything about him, appearance wise, seemed appealing: his dark eyes, his smile, his dark curls, his broad shoulders and his muscular body. That's why you freaked out so much when he spoke to you yesterday, you never thought he would give you the time of day. So you would be dumb to reject his offer.
âOkayâ, you nod, handing your phone to him. âYou can put your number there, I'll text you so you can save my contactâ, you say and he stares at the device for a few moments before picking it up and typing his number.
This was easier than he thought.
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âDo you have pepper spray with you?â Your mother asks for the 30th time in the last hour.
âYes, mom. I'm going on a date with another student, he's not a criminalâ, you tell her and your father tsks.
âThere are alot of students that commit crimesâ, he says.
âI knowâ, you sigh, âdon't worry, I have pepper spray, emergency numbers and I'll turn on my localizationâ
Your sister is watching the scene unfolding in front of her, while she chuckles.
âYou shouldn't laugh, if I start dating you will go through the same thing when it's your timeâ, you whisper at her and she sighs.
âYou're not going to this date just so I can officially date Jeongin, right?â
You grin.
âYou think too highly of me, I'm not that selflessâ, you hear the sound of a horn in front of your house, âI'm going on this date because he's hotâ
Chan thought you were pretty in your everyday clothes but after seeing you ready for your date he just couldn't take his eyes off you. You're wearing a little sundress with thin straps holding your much too generous and low cleavage. Your hair is down and your lips are red with lipstick.
He's waiting for you outside of the car so he can open the door for you, but when you stop in front of him, he just doesn't move.
You frown, waving a hand in front of his face.
âAre you okay?â You ask and he snaps out of his daze.
âYeah, you're just too prettyâ, he tells you honestly, âI just couldn't believe I'm so luckyâ
You feel your skin hotter, you're sure your whole face must be red like a tomato.
The restaurant you are going to have dinner at is a bit further than you thought, it takes at least one hour by car to get there.
âWere all the places close to the city closed?â You try making a joke and he smiles.
âConsidering your personality, I thought you would like this place betterâ, he tells you while you go in. A person greets you two, leading you inside. There's no open space, the building is full of rooms and you're guided to one of those. There's a glass wall in the back of the room with a view to a lake and a waterfall, there's colorful lights everywhere, making it even more beautiful.
âSo, when I was searching for a nice place to go on a date, I came across this one.â Chan starts speaking and you notice there's a small stove on top of the table. âThere's no attendants, so we will cook our own food and only call them if we want more servingsâ, he explains, pulling the chair so you can sit.
âOhâ, you feel a weird feeling on your stomach, are these the butterflies your sister told you about? You never knew something like this existed and the fact that he was attentive enough to take your shyness into consideration while choosing the place of your date makes you melt inside. âThank youâ, you tell him after sitting.
You don't shut up the whole night. This is the first time you feel so comfortable with someone other than your family.
âSo, you want to work with entertainment?â He asks surprised.
âYes, I really like the whole thing about managing an artist, it sound excitingâ, you smile happily, âwho knows, maybe one day I can manage 3rachaâ
âYou have heard 3racha?â Chan asks, surprised.
âI really like your musicâ, you tell him, âbesides, everyone knows about you guysâ
âYeah, but I didn't know you knew about usâ, he smiles charmingly, leaning on the table while clasping his hands. âSo does that win me some points? Maybe a kiss?â
You already are red because of the wine, now you feel your whole face hot. You're already feeling a bit out of it, not drunk enough to make a bad decision but definitely drunk enough to lose a bit of your shyness.
âI don't know how to kissâ, you say simply, no further explanation.
Chan almost chokes on the air he just breathed, he didn't think you would be so blunt about it. Curiously, he finds your innocent face while saying that too enticing.
âI can help you with thatâ, he says, tilting his head and winking.
âWould you really?â You ask and he nods. âLike now?â
Chan didn't expect that to happen so soon, especially with someone as shy as you. But he won't refuse your offer.
âAre you done?â He asks, eagerly, standing up and you nod. Chan stretches his hand to you, waiting for you to hold it.
He takes you to his car, helping you get in and fastening your seatbelt. He's not in his right mind, not at all, he didn't even drink so why is he so excited? He doesn't think he ever felt this way about a kiss. He drives for a while, looking for the drive in movie theater he had read about while looking for the restaurant.
After fifteen minutes he parks his car behind others, there are a lot of people there to watch the movie.
You have your hands on your lap, fidgeting with your fingers nervously. It's so endearing how innocent you are.
âWould you like to take a seat?â He asks and you frown, looking around and then looking at him. You are already seated.
He tilts his head, chuckling and patting his lap. You nod so fast, it's embarrassing. He smiles, seeing you climb on top of him, legs are over the cup holder, you're using him as a literal seat.
âYou never kissed anyone?â He asks, while you adjust yourself on top of him, his breath hitting your neck, making goosebumps rise all over your body. You shake your head, feeling a bit insecure, what if you are no good?
Chan bites on his lower lip, shifting a bit so you won't feel his hardening cock under you, you're just too cute, too sexy.
âOkay, I'll go slowly, we can stop anytime you wantâ, he tells you, brushing his hand on your arm all the way to your neck, making you close your eyes to his touch. He pulls your face closer, touching your lips with his, it's warm and soft, it feels like heaven.
He brings his other hand to your cheek, caressing. He pulls back a bit, just enough so he can speak.
âOpen your mouth for me, babyâ, he tells you and you obey instantly, feeling his lips back on yours. His tongue brushes against yours and you whine, lifting your hands to grab on his shoulders to steady yourself, causing your ass to rub on his cock. Chan groans, making you flinch, did you do something wrong?
He notices your hesitancy, so he slides his hand to your waist, squeezing you in reassurance.
âAre you sure you have never done this?â He asks playfully and you smile, shyly.
âCan- Can we do it again?â You whisper, making him chuckle. Dear god, would he be able to stop this with just kisses?
âDid you like kissing me, princess?â He teases, seeing you blush. Chan wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you even closer. He lands a kiss on your exposed collarbone, tracing kisses up to your neck.
âYou smell so goodâ, he tells you before leaving a kiss on your jaw, then on your chin and finally a peck on your lips.
âMust taste even betterâ, he thinks, smiling to himself.
Your phone starts ringing, taking you two out of that hazy atmosphere. You feel embarrassed now, not believing you actually acted that way. Going back to your seat, you pick up the call, it's Yuna.
âMom and dad are freaking out because you stopped moving for too longâ, she whispers. Shit, you forgot your localization was turned.
âTell them you called Chan and I'm alright, my phone just diedâ, you instruct her.
âYeah, got it, just hurryâ
Chan probably heard the conversation, but you still feel upset that he started the car right away and drove fast back to your home.
When you arrive in front of your house, you're not sure if you should kiss him goodnight or just wave, both are awkward options for you, so you go with the one you want the most.
You grab his arm and pull him closer to you, kissing him on the lips. Chan is quite surprised with your bold action, but he won't complain, he can't get enough of your lips.
âI will text you when I get homeâ, he says after pulling away and you nod.
You get out of the car and walk to your door, stealing glances at Chan. He's giggling at your antics, watching until you are safe inside your house.
He should be thankful to Jeongin, he's finally having a good time.
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Chan is taking his mission seriously, he's texting you everyday and even stopped seeing all his fuck buddies. This is the closest he ever got to a relationship, but you're not official yet.
Especially not when you're avoiding him like the plague when it comes to meeting face to face. You answer his texts normally but he has to literally hunt you down so he can find you in this damn university and if you see him before he sees you, it's game over, you'll hide immediately and he has to begin his search all over again.
This time, though, he caught you off guard. You are at the library, seated alone, trying to focus on the book you have in your hands.
He smiles to himself, knowing you can't escape anymore. Chan leans over, caging your body with his two hands around you, gripping the table.
âI missed you, babyâ, he whispers and you shiver, feeling butterflies on your stomach.
âH-hiâ, you say, closing your book and taking a deep breath.
You will not try and pretend you didn't hide from him for almost a week. But that's not your fault, it's your brain's.
After Chan left you home, you ran to your room, still feeling all tingly and hot from kissing him. Since Yuna didn't come to your room you guessed she was already asleep, so you took your makeup off, took a long bath and snuggled in your nice sheets.
The thing is: you had the most lewd, filthy, awfully good dream that night. You could never even say the things Chan did to you in that dream out loud.
You woke up sweaty, heavy breathing and panties soaked, this never happened to you before.
You just couldn't look at his face after that, you felt dirty and guilty with having those thoughts about such a nice guy.
âAm I wrong or were you avoiding me?â He asks, not moving from behind you.
âNo- I wasn'tâ, you turn around to look at him, bumping into his face too close from yours. He glances at your lips, biting his lower one and chuckles. âI was just, hm, kinda embarrassedâ, you tell him, aware that he's going to know right away if you try lying.
âEmbarrassed about what?â He asks, tilting his head.
âI don't knowâ, you look away, trying not to give in and tell him about your dream.
âI think you should come to my place so we can talk about itâ, he says and you choke on your own spit, struggling to function correctly. Did he just ask you to go to his house? Just you? And him? Just the two of you?
The apartment is not far from the campus, it's a maximum twenty minutes walk. The building is nice and modern, it absolutely matches what you had imagined Chanâs place would look like.
His apartment is huge, it's not possible that he lives there alone.
âI have three roommates, Jisung and Changbin you already know and Hyunjin, he's an arts majorâ
âHwang Hyunjin? I know him, he's friends with my sisterâ, Chan nods, he forgot your sister dates Jeongin, she probably knows his entire group of friends.
âDo you want to drink something?â He asks, looking at you while you walk around the living room, looking at every corner but not at him.
âWater is fineâ, you say, looking at some pictures he has with his friends. He always has that breathtaking smile that makes all your insides turn around.
âWhat about watching a movie?â He asks out of nowhere, sitting on the sofa. He looks at you, an arm resting on the back of the sofa.
âSureâ, you walk to him, sitting on the far corner. Chan has to bite back a laugh so you won't feel embarrassed, do you really think it's so easy for you to get away from him?
He turns on the movie, adjusting himself on his seat. You're really trying to pay attention to what's going on on the screen, but you just can't. Not when Chan's scent is all over the place, making you remember about your dirty dream.
He knows you're restless, he can see you fidgeting by his peripheral vision.
âAre you uncomfortable?â He asks, turning his head towards you, with a smirk plastered on his lips. âMaybe you can sit here again, I'm sure you are going to like it betterâ, he pats on his lap.
You feel your face red.
âStop teasingâ, you mumble, pouting, âthat's not niceâ
He chuckles. If you're not coming to him, he has no problem going to you, so Chan slides his body closer, making you stare at him with a frown.
He raises his hand to your face, cupping it and caressing your cheek.
âTell me you don't want this, princess, I'll stopâ, he says. But you want this more than anything in the world, how could you not?
You lean a bit, trying to close the gap between your mouths. Oh, how much Chan missed your soft lips, he felt almost like going through a withdrawal staying so long without kissing you.
You learn fast, your mouth opens right away after your lips touch. In a bold move, your tongue is the one to look for his first, making him groan. He puts his right hand on your thigh, squeezing it harder than he predicted, but he didn't predict the bite you would give on his lip at that exact moment.
Chan grabs your hip, pulling you up to his lap, this time with a leg on each side of him. You're looking at him in that innocent way when all he has on his mind are the dirtiest thoughts. He caresses your thigh, sliding his hand to grab your ass and pulling you closer to him.
âWill you tell me now, why you were embarrassed? You looked pretty fine when I left you home after our dateâ, he asks and you blush instantly, oh, you forgot about the reason you are here. You can't tell him about your dream, you'll die of embarrassment if you do.
âIt was- nothingâ, you lie, avoiding his eyes. Chan noticed this already, you always look anywhere but him when you are lying to him.
Maybe he'll have to make you tell the truth.
âReally?â He says, skeptical. âThen you were just being mean? Playing with my feelings after just one date?â He's teasing, he knows you'll give in eventually, it's just a question of time.
âNo, I wasn'tâ, you argue, with a frown on your face, your lips shut tight in a pout.
âBabyâ, he calls, your legs would definitely give out if he called you like that while you were standing. âI don't like liarsâ
Chan slides his hands up to your ass, grabbing a handful and pulling you closer. You can already feel something hard beneath you, making you shift and adjust on his lap, involuntarily seeking some friction. Your core is aching, just by staying so close to him.
âI'm not lying, that's meanâ, you try changing the subject and he chuckles.
Chan comes closer, lips brushing against yours, his breathing hitting on your mouth, everything just making the wet spot on your panties grow bigger and bigger. He kisses you, a nice and soft kiss with his tongue caressing yours gently.
Chan notices that you're moving your hips slightly, trying to feel his cock. He smiles during the kiss, pulling away while putting his hands on your hips, guiding your movements to be harder.
âHmâ, you whine, feeling his hard on giving you the friction you're looking for. His hand cups your cheek, pulling you closer into a kiss again.
You never felt this way, like ever. You did masturbate but it's different to do it with another person. It's just so good to feel Chan's touch on your skin, his breathing, his muscular arms holding you. You feel your orgasm coming, you can't believe you're going to cum by just rubbing yourself on this man.
Chan knows you're almost there, that's when he grabs your hips steadying you, not letting you move further. He earns a whine from you, an angry look on your face.
âI will only let you keep going if you tell me why you were embarrassed and avoided meâ, he says cockyly and you shake your head, trying to move again but his grip on your hips is too strong.
âI don't wannaâ, you tell him.
âThen, I guess you won't be cumming todayâ, he shrugs. âAt least, not with meâ, he smirks to your face becoming even redder.
âYou're such a meanieâ, you whine, pouting, still trying to move again but he just won't let you.
âAre you going to tell me what I want to know?â He tilts his head.
You ponder for a moment, what should you do? It's not going to end here, if you don't tell him right now, you're sure he won't let it go.
âI- I had a dreamâ, you start, trying to gather some courage.
âUhmâ, he nods, âwhat about it?â He asks curiously, feeling strangely aroused by the way you're looking around, lips pulled into a line and the way you're speaking leads him to believe you're talking about a wet dream.
âLi- like one of those dreamsâ, so he was right, did you have a wet dream about him? That's interesting.
âHm, you'll have to be more specific, princessâ, he pushes, âI don't think I know what you're talking aboutâ
âI meanâ, you groan, dropping your head to his shoulder so you won't feel his eyes on you. âA sex dream⊠with youâ, you whisper.
The grin on Chan's face after you finish saying that, is priceless. He can feel his cock twitching, he's eager to know more.
âTell me more about itâ, he presses, âI really wanna know what happened in that dream that left you so embarrassedâ
âPlease, Chan. Don't make me say itâ, you beg, but he's not having it. He likes seeing you blushing and struggling to talk dirty, it's endearing.
âNo can doâ, he grabs your shoulder to pull you away so he can look at your face. âI promise I'll give a nice reward if you tell meâ
You nod. If he won't drop it, then you have to try and earn something over your embarrassing situation.
âI- like- you ate me outâ, you start and he smiles, he would indeed love to do that. âAnd I s-sucked you off, it was niceâ, you stumble over your words in each sentence. Chan can only feel even more turned on, your lips are so soft, he can't even picture what it would feel like to have them wrapped around him.
âKeep going, princess. You're doing greatâ, he reassures you. Chan loosens the grip on your hips, guiding your movements back and forth once again.
âAnd you said all these dirty things to me, I can't say it out loud, pleaseâ, he smirks, pulling you even closer and pressing your covered core against his cock.
âDid I tell you how good it felt to have your pretty little mouth sucking on my cock?â He asks playfully and you nod, feeling the warmth creeping in your face again while that tingly sensation grows bigger in your lower stomach.
âDid we fuck?â He asks, feeling himself getting closer to cum too.
âYeahâ, you nod frantically with your eyes closed shut. âYou fucked me on all fours and in this same position tooâ, you tell him.
âOh? Did you ride me? Did you like it?â
âI didâ, you struggle to make your voice come out, feeling too light headed to even speak properly.
âThere's something more, right, baby?â He feels his cock throbbing, he's almost at his limit.
âYes, you- you choked me a bit, I liked thatâ, and that sentence was enough to make Chan reach his orgasm, being followed by you right after.
He can't believe he really did cum in his pants, like a fucking teenager. It's your fault actually, how can someone make him cum like this and still look angelic and innocent? Like you never told him he choked you and you liked it, even though it was a dream.
Chan kisses you eagerly this time, his chest is feeling hot and he feels a weird sensation on his stomach.
âYou shouldn't feel embarrassed about this kind of thingâ, he tells you and you nod, because it's true, âif it makes you feel better, I'm sure I had worse thoughts about youâ, he smiles, seeing you blush.
âLike what?â You ask, curiously.
âOh, I won't tell youâ, he shakes his head, âyou would never look at me again if you knew all the dirty things I wanna do to youâ
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Another week went by and now you were not avoiding Chan anymore. He follows you around pretty much all day at school, stealing kisses and pulling you to empty classrooms to have make out sessions.
It's time for him to meet your parents, it's not something he ever did, he never dated anyone after all. It's a Wednesday night, he brought flowers and a bottle of wine. So five minutes before the set time, he's knocking at your door.
Your sister opens up, greeting him but you're nowhere to be found until he hears your voice from upstairs.
âIs he already here?â You sound panicked and your sister giggles.
âYes! Hurry upâ, she says and Chan hears something falling and making a weird noise. It was not loud enough to be a person so he's not worried you fell, but he finds it funny to think about you nervously stumbling around.
When you show up at the top of the stairs, he has to blink a few times to actually believe you're real. You look so beautiful, showing your nice legs in a short skirt and your shoulders in a tank top.
âHeyâ, you greet him, looking at the things he has in hands and he finally regains his composure.
âHiâ, he gives you a peck on the lips, âthis is for youâ he hands you a bouquet of red camellias.
You stop for a second, you never received flowers. Before you can answer him, your father's head is popping out of the living room.
âWhy is it taking so long for you to bring this guy inside?â, he asks grumpy, he's not too happy about you dating but there's nothing he can do about it.
Chan straightens himself, walking to your father to greet him.
âGood night, sir. I'm Bang Chanâ, he clears his throat when your father doesn't say a thing, just staring at him. âI brought this for youâ, he shows the wine bottle and your father takes it.
âAt least you have good tasteâ, he nods to the wine bottle Chan stole from his father's collection.
He turns around, shrugging to you and you smile, listening to your sister's chuckles. You take his hand into yours, interlacing your fingers.
In the living room there's a woman that looks too much like you and your sister to not be your mother, she smiles kindly at you two.
She's less intimidating than your father so Chan's greetings to her are less awkward this time. As time goes by, your parents warm up to him, making jokes and even telling him about your childhood.
âThe night went greatâ, you say while walking Chan to his car. âThank you for comingâ
âYour parents are greatâ, he says, leaning on the door of his car. He takes your hands in his and pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. âThank you for inviting meâ
He looks so good tonight, his dark hair is carefully styled and he's wearing much more formal clothes than usual, making him look like a prince.
âCan I have a good nightâs kiss?â He asks, slyly, seeing you eyeing him up. You nod, putting your hands on his chest and closing the gap between your mouths. Chan's hands slide from your waist to your ass, squeezing slightly, he can't get too into it since he won't be able to go further than a kiss tonight.
You pull away from him when you have to breathe, his lips are so inviting you could kiss him all night long.
âI will see you tomorrowâ, he tells you.
There's something wrong with his heart, it's beating so fast he thinks he may be dying. After driving away from you, he calms himself a bit. It's not possible that you were the cause of that reaction, right? This is supposed to be fun, he only has to date you for a while and then break up, no strings attached. So why does he feel such hurt in his chest after thinking about leaving you?
After one more long and sleepless night Chan realized something: he is in love. This feeling snuck in so unexpectedly he didn't even notice he was falling in love. Chan never fell in love before, so he can only guess that this is how it feels to love someone.
He notices every little detail about you, he jokes around all the time waiting to hear you laugh about something he says. Chan likes the way you smell, the way you smile, the way you just look at him so focused while he is speaking. He is in love with your personality, your cleverness, your kindness, your beauty is just a bonus that makes him even more in love with you.
He wants to confess to you, ask you to be his girlfriend, to never leave him.
He even asked for your sister's help to make something for you, maybe a song, he can definitely make something beautiful and romantic for you. Maybe he can cook too, he wants to make you feel appreciated.
He's waiting for your class to finish, seated on the bench in front of the classroom while scrolling through his phone.
He feels someone sitting by his side and before he can look, a kiss lands onto his cheek. Chan puts his hand on his face, blushing and you laugh seeing his reaction. You two did much more than just a kiss on the cheek, why is he embarrassed about it?
âDid you miss me?â You ask him and he rolls his eyes.
âOf course I didâ, he grabs your hand, interlacing your fingers. âShould we go to my place?â He asks and you nod, standing up, pulling him to get up too.
It's still a bit weird that you two are together, you never thought liking someone as much as you like Chan could actually happen to you, you could even say you're in love. The only thing that still makes you doubtful is the fact that he didn't ask you to be his girlfriend yet, you have been going out for a month and you do everything together, so why hasn't he made it official?
You still have many questions in your mind, sitting on Chan's bed while he makes popcorn and you choose the movie you're watching tonight.
He enters the room, closing the door and turning off the lights, two water bottles and a huge bowl in his hands.
âWhat movie did you choose?â He asks, but you can't hear it, your mind is too loud. âY/N? Are you alright?â He asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.
âAre we exclusive?â You ask out of nowhere, ripping the air out of his lungs.
âYesâ, he says firmly, âdo you want to be with other people?â
Chan asked that, but he's holding his breath until you answer him, hoping you're going to deny. For a moment, you don't say a thing and seeing you hesitate makes his heart ache.
âNo, I-â you try speaking, trying not to sound ridiculous, âI want to be exclusive, I just don't know if you want thatâ
Chan takes a deep breath, putting the things he has in hands on the nightstand.
âOf course, I want toâ, he takes your hand into his, bringing it to his mouth so he can kiss the palm. He's feeling guilty, he's taking his time preparing a nice confession but you're feeling insecure. âI'm sorry I made you feel like I didn't want things to get more seriousâ, he climbs on the bed, getting closer to you, âlet me show you that you're the only one I want, hum? Can I?â
You suck on your teeth, knowing exactly what is about to happen but you just can't say no to him, let's be real, you don't want to say no to him. So you nod, making him smile.
Chan is eager to have you, he has been for weeks, just waiting for you to be ready to give yourself to him. He cups your face, pulling you closer and kissing you.
He helps you lay down on the bed, towering over you while landing kisses down your neck. You feel him biting on your shoulder and he brings his hands to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up. His hands travel around your body, making you hotter.
âYou're so pretty, princessâ, he says, kissing your chest. You whine, he's taking too much time to get to the place you want the most.
âChannieâ, you whisper, âplease, touch meâ, you ask him.
His smile grows bigger as he mumbles âyour wish is my commandâ. Chan unbuttons your pants, pulling them down your legs, throwing it someplace in the room.
He slides his hand down to your core, your underwear is soaked. He pulls your panties down your legs and brushes a finger along your folds, collecting the wetness before inserting a finger inside, you arch your back to the feeling. It's delicious, but it hurts a bit. It's different from how it feels doing it alone.
âIs this okay?â He asks and you nod. âYou're such a good girl, baby, all wet and ready for me.â He whispers, getting closer to your face again. I'm going to put another oneâ, he tells you. The sensation it's too much already, his fingers are too much.
âChanâ, you moan, âI'm gonna cum if you keep doing thatâ
âOh? But I didn't even get to the better partâ, he answers pressing his thumb on your clit, making circles.
âFuckâ, you whine.
His smirk grows while he keeps the movement of back and forth inside of you. Before he can tease you more, your legs are shaking and your tight hole is clenching around his fingers. You put your hand on your mouth, covering it so you won't make a loud sound, but he doesn't like that. He wants to hear how well he's fucking you.
âLet's not do that, okay? I want you to be loud, want to hear you scream my nameâ He says, pulling his fingers out of you and sliding them on his mouth. He comes closer, kissing your neck and face, helping you calm down after your orgasm.
Goosebumps rise all over your body, his kisses feel like fire on your skin, you thought you'd feel less horny after cumming, but you're still so turned on.
Chan kisses your chest, opening your bra. You feel embarrassed when he sees you completely naked.
âYou're still dressedâ, you point out, face red.
He gets out of the bed immediately, taking his shirt off and his pants too, crawling back to you in only his underwear. His cock is hard, outlined by the thin fabric of his boxers.
You feel the urge to touch him, maybe taste it. So you grab his length, making him groan.
âWhat are you doing, princess?â He asks, eyes closed from the pleasure of having your beautiful hands wrapped around him.
âI want to make you feel goodâ, you tell him, pushing his chest and making him fall on his back on the bed. You kiss his neck the same as he was doing to you, suddenly feeling possessive and sucking on the skin, leaving a few hickeys there.
You go down, kissing his chest and stomach, getting closer and closer to his throbbing cock. You pull his underwear down and his cock spring on your face.
âI just- you need to teach meâ, you tell him. How can you look at him with such innocence in your eyes when you're about to suck him off?
âHold the baseâ, he instructs, ânow you can go up and down with your hand.â
 He feels your movements, making him groan. You are bolder than he gives you credit for, since you lick the head of his cock without being told to. You wrap his dick with your mouth, waiting for the next command.
âYou can go up and down, princess, yes, like thatâ he moans, feeling his cock being embraced by your warm mouth.
Chan feels like exploding any time now, weeks of pent-up sexual tension being released. He sees you rubbing yourself on his bed while sucking on him, that just makes him crazier, he wants to make you feel good now, he can let you do the same for him another time.
âBabyâ, you hear him say and you stop your movements. âI won't be able to last long with your soft mouth doing that, I need to feel you around my cockâ
You nod, letting go of his cock and climbing up, stopping on top of Chan.
âI wanna be on topâ, you say confidently.
âLet's do it slowly okay? I don't want to hurt youâ, Chan tells you and you agree.
He grabs the base of his cock, brushing the head on your folds, trying to wet it enough to make it easier for you.
It feels like heaven when his cock finally slides inside of you, you're so tight he feels like he can cum at any moment.
Chan sees the pain in your eyes, he doesn't move, âdo you want to stop?â He asks worriedly, putting his hands on your hips to stop you from moving but you shake your head.
You keep pushing it in, trying to relax. Chan kisses you, massaging your breasts to help you relax a bit.
When the painful part is gone and you're feeling all the good sensations back, you don't think you can stop, it's too addictive. You start riding on him freely, hands taking support on his chest and head thrown back, the pleasure is just too much, you'll be coming soon.
âFuck, you look so good riding me, princessâ, he says, feeling his own high almost catching him.
âOh, Channie, I'm gonna cumâ, you whine, fastening the movements of your hips, âplease, oh, your cock feels so goodâ
For someone who couldn't talk about a wet dream a few weeks ago you sure talk dirty in real life, Chan chuckles, feeling you clenching around him and when you squeeze his cock for the last time he cums too, filling you up.
You collapse on top of him, breathing heavily. Your eyes are heavy, you're not sure if you can stay awake. Chan caresses your back and plays with your hair, making you fall fast asleep.
You wake up feeling just a bit sore. You're on cloud nine, the night was amazing. When you open your eyes, there's no one in the bed with you. You wrap yourself in the blankets trying to find and collect all your clothes scattered around the room.
The delicious smell that embraces your nose the moment you step out of the room, is enough to make you drool.
Chan is in the kitchen, dressed in nothing but sweatpants and an apron. That's right, he's shirtless. You're feeling bold today, so you get closer to him wrapping your arms around his waist in a back hug.
He lets out a laugh, putting his hand over yours and turning off the stove. He turns around, hugging you.
âDid you sleep well?â He asks, kissing your forehead and you nod, snuggling in his embrace.
âWhy didn't you wake me earlier? I woke up missing youâ
âOw, my baby is so needyâ, he teases, making you pout. âI was making you, breakfastâ
âHmâ, you look at what he was cooking.
âHow are you feeling?â He asks, a bit worried, it was your first time after all.
âI'm doing greatâ, you smile, âjust a bit sore, but it's nothingâ
He nods, putting his hands on your shoulders and turning you around.
âI'm happy to hear thatâ, he kisses the top of your head, guiding you to take a seat on the table. âLet's eat so we can go for another round thenâ, he smirks.
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âJeongin is coming here today?â You ask your sister and she nods frantically while fixing her hair.
âHe's coming to ask dad's permission to date meâ, she giggles excitedly.
âAlrightâ, you smile seeing your sister so happy.
You're the one opening the door for Jeongin while your sister is getting ready, he's clearly nervous but he's trying to keep his smile.
âHey!â You give space for him to enter, âYuna is almost doneâ
He nods, looking around. Your sister comes down minutes later, leading Jeongin to the living room.
Your father is less hostile to him than he was to Chan, maybe it's because Jeongin is adorable.
After an hour of conversation, you go upstairs, you have a date tonight and need to get ready.
The memories from your night with Chan flood your mind making you giggle and kick your feet, they have been your most cherished thoughts lately. It's a struggle but you finally end your bath after probably an hour.
You walk back to your room, you're already late. However, you stop in front of your sister's room when you hear voices being a little bit too loud.
âYou did what, Jeongin?â your sister's voice is a pitch higher than usual.
âI didn't think things would get out of handâ, Jeongin answers, are they fighting?
âIn what world did you think that was a good idea?â
âI was desperate, I'm not proud of thatâ, he answers back.
âThere's no excuse for you to ask Bangchan to date my sisterâ, she tries speaking lower but you still can hear them. Your whole world crumbles with that one sentence, what does she mean by that?
âI didn't do it to be mean, I know how hard it is for your sister to get to meet new people, I thought it would benefit the both of usâ, he tries explaining. Your heart is beating too fast, the throbbing in your ears grows stronger and your legs are giving out.
âHow am I supposed to tell her now? She is so happyâ Yuna cries out. âDon't come any closer, get out of hereâ, you panic instantly, they can't see you there. But you're too slow, when you finally manage to move Jeongin is swinging the door open. He stops on his tracks, turning white on the spot.
âY/N-â, he tries to speak, but you run to your room before he can say anything else.
You can't believe this is actually happening to you, you thought that someone finally liked you but everything was a lie? That's not possible, right?
You are going to go to Chan, you two have a date, and he is going to tell you that Jeongin is lying, that he was just joking.
The uber to Chan's apartment doesn't seem to show up fast enough and the ride there couldn't be slower. You're restless, fidgeting with your fingers and shaking your legs.
You pay the man, practically running out of the car and running upstairs. The person who opens the door is not Chan but Changbin, you met him a few times when you were visiting the apartment.
âHey, y/nâ, Changbin greets you. âChan is not home, but he will be here soon, I heard you have a dateâ, he says, letting you in.
âI'm going to wait for him in his roomâ, you tell him, too disturbed to worry about proper manners.
You walk back and forth in the room, anxiously waiting for Chan's arrival. You hear his voice after twenty minutes, he's talking to his friend in the living room when Changbin tells him you're there.
You can hear the fast footsteps leading to where you are, you take a deep breath, trying not to cry.
âHey, babyâ, Chan smiles at you, dropping his bag on the floor and walking towards you with open arms. âDid something happen?â He stops, noticing your face.
You stare at him for a minute, brows knit together and eyes trying to find the least bit of sincerity in the time you two spent together.
âDid you ask me out as a favor to Jeongin?â You ask and his standing falter, how did you find out?
âL-let me explainâ, he says, taking a step closer to you.
âSo you didâ, you feel the tears trying to escape from your eyes.
âPlease, just⊠just hear what I have to sayâ, he asks, trying to hold your hand, but you pull away from him.
âI don't want to hear a thing from youâ, you tell him, running your hands through your hair.
It really was all a lie. How could you be so dumb?
You walk past him, trying to get out of the room, go anywhere but there. But Chan grabs your arm, making you stop in your tracks.
âPlease, don't leaveâ, he begs. You feel a pang in your chest, but it doesn't make a difference since you're already hurting too much.
âYou have no right to ask me thatâ, you pull your arm out of his grasp and walk out of the apartment.
It would be too humiliating to enter the uber while bawling your eyes out, so you decide to walk. You walk for a long time before your feet start hurting and your eyes are burning from how much you cried. You can't believe you really let yourself fall pray to such a scheme, you thought you were smarter than that.
It's obvious you only fell for it because it's Chan, you were attracted to him since the first time you laid eyes on him. You try to believe that it wouldn't be that easy to trick you if it was anyone else.
After at least two hours, you finally reach your house and you're feeling utterly miserable. You greet your parents and walk upstairs, anxiously searching for your room so you can finally let yourself fall and cry as much as you can.
Your sister is seated on your bed, biting on her nails. She stands up as soon as she sees you.
âI'm really sorryâ, she says, teary.
You sigh, feeling the weight on your chest even heavier.
âIt's not your faultâ, you tell her. You start to undress, looking for your pajamas so you can snuggle on your bed until all of this passes.
âI shouldn't have started dating before youâ, she whines.
âI don't blame you, so stop doing that to yourselfâ, you say, even though you feel a bit of resentment because Jeongin likes her truly, he likes her because she's her. Of course no one's going to like you, you're⊠you.
âButâ, she bites on her lower lip, not sure if she should say this, âI think Chan really likes you-â, she stops talking when you give her the meanest glare you ever threw in someone's way.
âI don't want to hear itâ, you say.
âHe even asked help so he could confess to you in a way you would likeâ, she continues.
âI'm not going to repeat myselfâ, you say and your sister knows that tone too well, it's better for her to stay silent for the time being. âIf you're done, I would like to be aloneâ
Yuna nods, glancing at you all the way to the door.
You collapse on your bed, finally able to cry your eyes out without people looking at you in a weird way. This is the moment you realize how much you love Bang Chan, the pain you're feeling is greater than anything you ever felt in your whole life, you truly don't think you'll be able to survive this.
Chan is an idiot, he knows this and you are right to never look at his face again. But even though he knows you're right, he can't accept the thought of you leaving him.
He tried calling and texting you, you blocked him. He tried talking to your sister, she cursed him out and told him to leave you alone. She and Jeongin are on bad terms right now but they didn't break up yet.
He tried to find you in the university, but you didn't show up for the entire week, he just doesn't know what to do.
âYou are an idiotâ, Hyunjin says after listening to the whole story, âyou should have told her about it while you still had timeâ
âI didn't know I was in loveâ, Chan runs his hands through his hair, ânot until it was too lateâ
His friend sighs, he just can't see Chan like that anymore. He's just miserable, he looks like he's dying and Hyunjin doesn't doubt it could actually happen at this point.
So as a good friend, he takes this matter into his own hands and calls your sister, trying to convince her to listen to Chan and maybe forgive Jeongin too, Hyunjin is tired of him whining all day long.
âDid you really call me here for this?â, Yuna asks, ready to grab her things and go home.
âHear me out, okay?â He says. âI know what they did was wrong but they regret it, Jeongin even told you about itâ
She huffs, crossing her arms.
âHe told me because I was talking about how Chan wanted to ask y/n to be his girlfriendâ, she says. âHe felt guilty, he would have never told me about it otherwiseâ
âChan really likes y/n, he really wants to be with herâ
Yuna sighs, she knows that. There was no way Chan could fake the way he looked at you.
âShe's not going to believe thatâ, Yuna says, ây/n is heartbroken, she's not even going to her classes. She just stays in her room all day, cryingâ
âThere's nothing better to fix her broken heart thenâ, Hyunjin points out, âlet's help them meet, they can talk things out that wayâ
âShe doesn't want to see himâ, Yuna sighs, âbut I do think this is the best solutionâ
âOkay, I'll text you the day and time, just bring y/n, Chan will take care of the restâ
Yuna nods, collecting her things but before she can stand up, Hyunjin's voice sounds again.
âAbout Jeongin-â, he starts, but she cuts him off right away.
âThis whole mess started because of Jeonginâ, she takes a deep breath, âafter y/n and Chan resolve this matter I'll see what I'm going to do about himâ
Yuna turns around, leaving Hyunjin there. At least he got Chan a chance, he can't save everyone.
Chan can't take it anymore, he has to see you. So he musters all the courage he has and goes to your house. It doesn't help that it's 2 a.m. so everyone is sleeping, except you it seems, since there's light coming from your room.
He begins throwing rocks at your window, trying to make you notice him and after a few tries he sees your face popping out.
Chan wishes he didn't come at all, your face is puffy so he knows you have been crying and the way you're looking at him, it's just awful, he feels despicable. More than he has felt all this time without you.
âWhat do you want?â You ask, at least you didn't ignore him.
âCan you come down for a bit?â
You sigh, you don't actually want to, but you're afraid he'll make too much noise trying to convince you to go down and wake up the neighbors or even worse, your parents.
You close the window, he knew it would be hard, that you wouldn't want to see him. Before he can turn around and walk away, Chan hears the sound of the front door opening.
You are in your pajamas, holding yourself trying to protect your body from the cold air.
You stop in your tracks, looking at him with an intense gaze, like you can read all his thoughts and know about all his mistakes.
âHow have you been?â He asks and you scoff.
âAre you here to survey my mood? I have been feeling like shit, what about you?â He remembers the first time he talked to you, how he wished to see you mad, now he regrets that. He never wanted to see you mad at him.
âI'm not well eitherâ, he says.
You sigh.
âNow that we know how each other is feeling, you can goâ, you tell him.
âCan you let me explain?â He pleads.
âDid you start dating me as a favor for Jeongin?â You ask and he sighs, nodding. âThat's all I need to know, I would appreciate it if you don't come looking for me anymoreâ, you say, turning around and going back inside. Tears start running down your face while you go back to your room, when will this pain subside?
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You are finally back at school, after moping around all day at home for an entire week, you decided it was time to get back to your life. Staying at home just made you feel worse, you didn't have a thing to distract yourself so you ended up thinking about Chan the whole time. That only weakened your resolve to forget about him, you avoided coming to school because you knew you would give in if he tried to approach you.
Your day goes by fast enough and you just want to go home to lay on your bed. You feel your phone buzzing, it's a message from Jeongin. You were so angry with Chan that you forgot to block him.
He should be begging to meet Yuna, so why is he asking to meet you? Maybe he wants your help to fix things between them.
You don't know why you decided to meet him, maybe it's curiosity to know why he did such a thing to you or maybe you want to look at his face and curse at him.
He arrives at the cafe at the set time, looking around for you and walking towards you when his eyes lock with yours.
âHeyâ, he says, sitting in front of you. You don't say anything back, not in the mood to be polite.
Jeongin sighs, he expected this much.
âI wanted to talk with you about this whole situation, believe me I didn't mean to hurt you even though it ended up happening in the end-â
âI considered you my friendâ, you say making him stop talking.
âI- I'mâ, he says, voice a pitch higher.
âFriends don't do what you didâ, you say and he nods.
âI know it was an ill executed plan, but my intentions weren't bad, I swearâ, he tells you.
âAnd do your intentions matter if I was the one hurt in the end?â You ask, angrier now.
âNoâ, he answers. âI'm truly sorry, I swear, I just caught you staring at Chan more than once. I thought this would be good for us both but I was clearly wrongâ
You huff, exhausted. You start collecting your things to go home but you hear Jeongin's voice once more.
âChan really likes you, he fell in love with youâ, he says and your heart skips a beat, it shouldn't be behaving like this, not after the heartbreak you are going through.
âI don't care, he lost his chanceâ, you answer firmly, even though you know it's not true.
âAre you sure?â Jeongin asks, âare you sure you won't regret it? Not let him explain or not hearing him out?â
You glance at him once more, before standing up and walking out of the cafe.
Your mid terms are finally over, that means, you don't have anything to study so you're stuck with your thoughts. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, it's a message from Yuna, asking you to meet her in the arts department.
You reply, saying you'll be there in a moment. What is she even doing there? She's a business major.
The arts department is not far from yours, but it's emptier than you are used to. She asked you to meet in the first classroom of the second floor.
When you open the door, the first thing you see is Bang Chan. He looks awful, worse than you even.
You try going back, but he already saw you, so he stands up, coming closer.
âDon't leave, I'll do anything just⊠don't leaveâ
He's pale, and the eyebags he normally has are darker than usual.
âAre you sick?â You ask, worried. It's not like you can stop loving him in such a short period of time, of course you're worried.
âNoâ, he says, âI mean, I'm not feeling well, but I don't think I have an illnessâ
You nod, feeling awkward. It's been a while since you felt this way about him.
âOkay, then I'll get goingâ, you say trying to leave, but his voice stops you.
âI love youâ, he is desperate, you can hear it in his voice. However, you're too petty.
âThis was part of Jeonginâs plan too?â, you scoff, seeing his lips trembling.
He takes a deep breath, he deserves that, he knows he does.
âI really started going out with you because Jeongin askedâ, he starts explaining, âbut I fell in love with you, for realâ
You feel your heart ache once more, he's about to cry, you can see it. But you're not sure if you can forgive him, even if what he's telling you is true.
âI don't believe youâ, you say, shrugging, trying to hold your own tears.
âI will do anything to prove it to you, just say what I need to do for you to believe meâ, he says, taking a step closer to you.
âI'm not sure if I'll be able to forget this or even forgive you, Chanâ, you sigh, letting your heart speak and not your anger.
âI know I messed up, I don't deserve you I know that tooâ, he grabs your hand, âbut please, I'll prove to you that I deserve a second chance, I'll earn back your trustâ, he pleads.
You sigh, even after all this, it seems you still can't say no to him.
âI'm going to need some timeâ, you say slowly, âbut I will give you a second chance, you better not ruin itâ, you say.
Chan can't believe you're really going to try and forgive him, he can't ask for anything more.
âI won't disappoint you this time, I promiseâ, he says, kissing the palm of your hand, the same way he did before.
âLet's see about thatâ, you sigh, feeling your heart beating fast once again.
You may be making a stupid choice, but you'll only learn by making mistakes. You just sure hope this is not one.
A/N: If you like what I write please reblog or let me know in the comments, feedback gives me motivation to keep writing.
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ïżœïżœââ· âI think we most fully understood each other when once I tried to kill him with a kitchen knife.â â âSouth and Westâ, Joan Didion
pairing. switch!jonathan crane x professor!reader
summary. you and your dear friend, jonathan crane, have an odd relationship: he experiments on you, you experiment on him. one day, you experiment your aphrodisiac on him.
warnings. swearing, use of aphrodisiac & fear toxin, oral sex (m), unprotected sex, creampie, p in v, mention of death, murder, drugs, multiple orgasms, slight breeding kink, face fucking, dubcon(?) SMUT UNDER THE CUT!
word count. 6.1k
a/n. the enemies to friends to fucking pipeline is sooo real and i love it. BTW! this is really self indulgent and again, iâm a beginner to writing smut so pls donât judgeđ the beginning is also oddly plotty, so i apologize for that.
You and your colleague, Jonathan Crane, have a harmonious, albeit slightly sick and twisted, relationship.Â
Your repertoires, opposite in every way, complete one another like you were made to match. You are messy, frenzied, intimate; he is neat, calculated, distant. He is impatient, histrionic, stubborn. You are tolerant, deadpan, submissive.Â
This is an odd, good-cop bad-cop dynamic youâve built, but it works. Your traits uphold the order youâve built around yourselves; you allow each other to function.Â
Who ever said something so codependent, so parasitic, would fall apart? That it was dangerous, destructive? Everyone, but in your case, it has been anything but.Â
These are the simple rules of your relationship: he experiments on you, you experiment on him. This partnership came to bloom when, after years of competing to be the âbetterâ psychology professor at Gotham University, he sent you a gift that sprayed with you with fear toxin, and you baked him a cake that knocked him out for 24 hours following, heart rate so low he couldâve been mistaken as dead.Â
âFucking - hell,â You murmured under your breath, stumbling halfway across Gotham City to locate Craneâs absurdly lavish condo in the Diamond District, barely able to keep yourself upright.Â
You were being visually assaulted by dozens of images, all your phobias no matter big or small, dancing across your senses. Spiders crawled all over your body, you saw yourself about to step off a steep, snowy cliff, you felt yourself suffocate as you were buried to death in a casket. It was utter torture, and you would have to endure it until you found Crane.Â
You mustâve looked like one of those tweaking drug addicts from down in the Narrows, shivering, sweating, and rubbing all over your body to remove some of the âspidersâ taking over your body. The terror was settling into you, into your spine like a terribly malignant disease.Â
At last, you found the apartment building, blearily snuck in behind a drunk couple, and scanned the mail boxes until you found J. CRANE: 525.Â
You headed up the elevator, grasping at the walls for dear life, feeling that growing, unmistakable sense of dread start to take over your mind. You felt like you were going mad, now, not just afflicted with something that made you look like it.Â
When you finally got to his door, it was left open a crack, and you welcomed the small mercy of Craneâs overarching narcissism: he didnât lock his door, often, because most days he felt more invincible than fucking god.Â
âCrane!â You shouted, clutching at your head and staggering into his large apartment. âCrane!â you repeated, this time more desperate, more fearful than anything.Â
However, your deepest fear, at the moment, had come true. You stepped into his kitchen, and found the man laying on the floor unresponsive.Â
âFuck me,â you cursed. Youâd sent the man home with the cake twelve hours ago, when he took the half-day off from GSU, and you came home from your after-class tutoring hours just moments ago.Â
Youâd opened the mystery package on your front porch promptly, and you found yourself having been gassed with a compound that made you see every little thing you were afraid of. Immediately, youâd known it was Crane; the manâs pet specialty was fear.Â
As for you, you wanted your⊠gift, to serve a reminder to him that he should not overstep your boundaries, your territory, as the psychology professor who was there first. If knocking him out was a little bit mad, he was bordering insanity for the toxin he poisoned you with.Â
Even so, your threat was an empty one. You werenât counting on the man to even eat the cake - hell, youâd never seen the man consume anything but straight black coffee.Â
You couldnât judge a book by its cover, you know now, and laid there on the couch of his apartment, waiting for the twelve hours to be over. Waiting for Crane, the fucking madman, to wake the hell up, blaming him for the predicament despite your very obvious involvement in it.
You breathed in and out, harried and rapid fire as you tried to focus, tried to block out the horrific things you were seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting.Â
(Your eyes are swarmed, viscerally, by a grotesque hallucination of your family burning to death; you hear them cry out, voices interrupted when theyâre fire gets to their lungs; you smell their death, the smell of flesh burning, how the smoke chokes you â you taste their blood on your tongue, how tender a raging fire makes charred flesh.Â
Tender, you think on your choice of words again, and almost throw up.
What have you done, you think, and what is going through that fucked up head of yours, Crane?)
You tried to ground yourself, tether your lost mind back to Earth. Youâre sitting in a field in Northwestern Ireland, you said to yourself, inhaling. Up ahead is the beach; water is crashing on the rocks. You exhaled, the wind tastes like salt, and it is just you and I, here together. It is only I and you, here, together.Â
Like so, 12 hours passed. Not so much passed â that word gave the connotation the hours slipped past you, the way a peaceful stream of water does; no, more accurately, it dragged by, like when an arm slips out of the ambulance cot on its way to the emergency vehicle, and drags on the concrete. The EMTâs donât notice whatâs making their trip so hard, so slow, until the hand is rubbed raw and bloody.Â
You repeated that mantra so many times you were starting to get queasy when you thought the words âyouâre sitting in a field..â but nonetheless, the string of words kept you sane.Â
Sane enough, at least - you werenât sure youâd be the same blissful person you were yesterday. Sure, you were always a little bit⊠unorthodox? Petty? Competitive enough to bake so many drugs into a cake your opposing professor knocks out?Â
But, with this â this being drugged by Crane â made you feel a piece of yourself break away. There would be no more of your life lived without knowing how fearful, well, fear, is. It's like discovering the Boogeyman and never being able to stop checking under your bed; the paranoia moves into your head and never leaves.Â
Crane began stirring, and your eyes opened as soon as you heard the noise. Surprisingly enough, however, you were no longer being hammered with the hallucinations that had been distressing you just half a day ago.Â
Had it been the mantra? The near-prayer you now swore was etched on your heart?Â
âFuckingâŠâ Crane said, getting up off the floor. He was clutching his head, eyes squinted, body hunched and tense. Looks like spending half a day on the floor wasnât the most comfortable place to sleep, but you didnât give a fuck â atleast he was sleeping. If you had to be mentally destroyed by his toxin, youâd best believe you were taking the couch.Â
âWhy - why are you here? What the hell did you do to me?â He said after noticing you, voice raspy. He hadnât had anything to drink or eat in a while, after all.Â
âI could say the fucking same for you,â You muttered, giving him a pointed look. âYou - what the fuck did you spray me with?â
Immediately, a twisted grin was bared on Craneâs lips, despite his fatigued demeanor. âDid you like it? My fear-toxin,â he preened, like the winning kid at a school science fair.
You rolled your eyes, and before you could control your tendencies, youâd swung back and then socked him straight in the face.Â
Crane double-backed, looking terribly affronted, as if he hadnât sent you the gas knowing how it would affect you. âOw,â is all he said, face contorting oddly around the pain.Â
âYeah, âowâ. Fuck you, Crane.â
Crane raised a brow. âYouâre acting like you didnât feed me a poisoned cake!â He said incredulously.
âIt wasnât that poisoned,â you bit out, teeth gritted. âNot so poisoned I was hallucinating my family dying for twelve hours straight.â
âAh, thanatophobia, not really one of my favouritesââ Crane started, like he was losing himself in a romantic daydream, before snapping back to reality. âDid you just say twelve hours?â
âTwelve hours for me. Twenty-four for you.â You said, reveling in how panicked he looked.Â
âI â thatâs long enough for me to be killed a hundred times over,â he mumbled under his breath. âWhat the fuck did you put in that cake?â
âI never expected you to eat it, Crane. Youâre fucking skin and bones, I thought youâd just throw it out.â
âWhat did you put in the cake?â he repeated.Â
âUgh,â you sunk into the couch, âsome amytal, zolpidem. Some melatonin. I didnât measure, okay, and again, I wasnât counting on you eating it.â You didnât know why you had this urging feeling to respond to him, to humor his jabs, his dumb fucking theatrics, but you did anyway.Â
âSome amytal? Some zolpidem? Some melatonin? Jesus fucking christ - is that what you wanted? To kill me?â He was leaning down, face inches away from yours now.Â
You pushed him away, disgust on your features clear as day. âShut the fuck up. Iâm not some sociopathic fear-freak like you, Crane. I donât mix compounds in my creepy little office with the thought of drugging out my fellow professor in mind. It was just an empty threat.â
He let out a disbelieving laugh, âMixing barbiturates and medications into a cake sounds like an empty threat to you?â
âYou know what?â You said brightly, getting up off the couch, âI donât have to argue with you. I came to get my cure, woke up having cured myself.â Then, you burst out the door, fury rolling off you in waves, and you left.
There was something about the incident, however, that seemed to intrigue Crane to no end. Soon enough, he began entering your office during your breaks, asking to have a chat. Or, heâd walk in during your lessons, forcing you two in the hall alone. Sometimes, heâd even wait for you after school, dozing off in front of your classroom and waiting for you to exit your office.Â
You couldnât tell what was making Crane so interested, but he was hanging off you and your every word like some lovesick puppy.
You, on the other hand, also couldnât get Crane out of your head. Certainly not for some weird, fucked up reason like his, but because of what he had created. A lot of people doubted his intelligence, mostly because of his obsession on things nobody really cared about, but that obsession made way to the destructive fear-toxin youâd inhaled, and it was seriously unlike anything youâd ever experienced, hell, even read about. It was a brand new creation, and downright deadly.Â
Your interest in the man was more so on⊠keeping him in check. As rivals did. But his was on how youâd breezed past the effects of his toxin in just twelve hours. Heâs expected you to go half mad, honestly. Your threat was empty⊠his was, decidedly, not.Â
By the end of the next week following the incident, you two began eating lunch together, asking for joint classes, and spending nights over at each other's places. Not in that way, of course â your way was like a group of scientists having a forever eureka, because your minds fit like perfect puzzle pieces.Â
Your intrigue had met his intrigue, and it felt natural, coming to a united front like that. You found you had more in common than you thought, something you shouldâve found out about a long time ago, 3 Âœ years kind of long time ago. Apart, you two were volatile; angry, spewing threats, attempting murder on the other. Together, however, you were absolute perfection: productive, well-mannered, motivated.Â
Now, fast-forward coming on two years since the incident. You and Crane - now, Jonathan, have been inseparable since that time. You two were close, closer than siblings or children and parents or couples; you felt like the same person that had been split into two. Being together was the only thing that felt right, being back at the origin, like being at home.Â
Fuckâs sakes, you did have the same home â youâd moved in together. Not to his, nor yours, but to a big house you bought on the outskirts of Gotham, with a big yard and an even bigger lab in the basement. It was like a scientist's amusement park.Â
Maybe it - this relationship of yours - was codependency. But maybe it was utter genius: your careers had both never seen so many accomplishments until you and Jonathan came together. Partly because you had a greater inspiration when coupled with the other, but, mostly because you had a body to test on during preliminary trials.Â
Creating things, like the fear-toxin, required human testing, and finding a way to get that done always slowed Jonathan down. Since finding you, however, itâd been a breeze.Â
You offered yourself up readily, given Jonathan would do the same. And, besides, Jonathan had never been worried about you and his toxin very much â after that first time you took the toxin, you could easily find yourself out of its effects. You were the only person heâd ever encountered who could do this, and it was downright fascinating. He wanted to keep you, see how that strong little mind of yours worked overtime to fight his toxin off.Â
You, on the other hand, rarely tested anything like that on Jonathan. Your interests lied elsewhere: what smells activate the human mind to recall memories, what are ways to accurately fight off drugs like GHB â all mental stimulation.Â
That, however, changed one evening, when you had been brewing up a serum for the past few weeks. Youâd gotten to the point in creation where you needed to test on someone, and observe the effects.Â
âJonathan,â you called out, looking down at your notes. The man in question was grading assignments for the psychology class you taught â now, in joint lessons more often than not â sitting at a desk a few metres away from you in the lab.Â
âJonathan!â you repeated louder this time, looking up from your notes.Â
âWhat?â He shouted back, still hunched over on the ungodly amount of assignments he needed to mark.Â
âCome here. I need to test something on you.â You said, nonchalant.Â
That, however, piqued Jonathanâs interest to no end: you hadnât tested anything on him in nearly a year. It hurt, a little, to test you endlessly and have nothing to give in return - so this, no matter what it was, Jonathan would take in stride.
Jonathan nodded vehemently, âOkay.â He then dropped all heâd been doing on the desk and made his way over, before sitting in the chair next to you. You made quick work, tying his arms and legs to the chair like heâd done to you so many times before. He watched you work, completely enraptured in how you looked while experimenting.Â
âSo,â He said, tearing his sticky gaze off of you, âwhatâre you pumping me full of?â
You sat back in your desk chair and scratched your cheek, a little unsure how to say this. âWell, I created a serum that, once injected, would lower or lose all inhibitions of the victim. Theyâd be completely malleable, agreeable, if you just, um,â you fanned yourself, feeling a little too close to the man in front of you, room feeling incredibly warm.
âJust what?â He pried, leaning back in his chair.Â
You exhaled shakily, âif you just promise to - to provide relief to them. Sexual - relief.â
Jonathan let out an incredulous laugh. âYou made a working aphrodisiac?â
âI mean, I wouldnât exactly â I donât even know if it works, for sure. If you donât want to- take it, then you donât have to.â You offered up weakly.Â
âHow dâyou get it out of the system?â He said instead, ignoring your words and picking up the needle you had ready for him on your worktable, which was filled with a thick, pink liquid.Â
You flushed. âYou, um, help the victim relieve themselves, until the feeling is gone.âÂ
Jonathan looked up at you, a sly smirk on his lips. âAnd you were going to give this to me?âÂ
You turned away, face red, exasperated. âI told you, you donât have to take it if you donât want to.â
âAnd let you pleasure some random guy you snatched off the street? No way,â he said, before you heard a familiar prick, small whine leaving Jonathanâs mouth.
You spun back around so fast you thought you got whiplash. âJonathan, waitââ you said, alarmed. You were really, seriously, considering not giving the aphrodisiac to him â it would disrupt the careful balance you and he had built over the past years.Â
You were afraid that if he took the serum, and let you, for lack of a better word, get him off, you wouldnât be able to look at him without remembering him needy, hot and bothered, calling your name out like it was the only word he knew.Â
Heâd done it anyway, though. And now, you both just had to get through this⊠experiment.Â
Quickly, you grabbed your pen and notebook, ready to approach this scenario as detached and clinically as possible, ignoring the pulsing need in your insides as you saw Jonathanâs face slowly contort into a warm, heavy-lidded lustful one.Â
âHow do you feel, Jonathan?â You said, standing further away from him so he couldnât so much as feel your body heat on him.Â
âIâŠâ Jonathan blinked rapidly, licking his lips, looking you up and down. âWarm. I just feel⊠warm.â He readjusted in the seat, unable to sit still. âAnd - kind of, tingly? Like I - well, I donât knowâŠâ
You noted his words, as well as some of your own observations: his pupils were dilated, so much so the crystalline blue of his eyes were merely slivers, his lips were pursed, plump, and he was pink all over; pink cheeks, pink ears, pink neck. He was talkative, loose-lipped and a little out of it.
You inhaled, then exhaled, before starting the next phase of the experiment. âJonathan, how do you feel when I touch you here?â You said, raising the back of your hand to caress his cheek.Â
Jonathan was affected almost immediately, eyes shutting tight. âIt feels,â he said breathily, leaning into your touch, âah⊠nice. Good.â
You nodded, promptly pulling away as soon as heâd finished his sentence. Subject enjoys physical touch. Jonathan then peered up at you, looking slightly⊠disappointed?Â
You shook yourself, getting back on task. âHow do you feel now?â You pried, noticing he looked far more affected than before.Â
Beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead, making his wavy brown hair stick to his skin. He was breathing heavily, and, when you had touched him, he was extremely warm, like he had a fever.Â
âIâm, IâŠâ Jonathan trailed off, eyes shutting, shaking his head. âMmm⊠my head feels â fuzzy,â he bit out raspily.Â
âOkay. Good. It's exactly as I thought,â you murmured, continuing to scratch down notes.Â
You ignored him for a few minutes, writing up a list of side effects and observed results of the aphrodisiac. Then, your gaze drew back to him, who had been focussing intently on you the whole time.Â
âJonathan?â you called out quietly, seeing his dazed expression. âTalk to me.â
Jonathan shuddered, leaning forward in the chair, head hanging low, âMy - my bodyâs, hnngh⊠it feelsâ feels weird.â He bit his lip, face screwed up and tense. âIâm warm all overâŠâ
His shoulders were hunched in, and he was trembling. You lifted a hand up to his head, petting him softly, carding your fingers through his hair.Â
âAhâŠâ Jonathan squeaked out at your touch, face going slack, âI feel like I need you to - toâŠâ he sighed exasperatedly, âI need you.â
You chewed the inside of your cheek conflictedly. On one hand, you needed to finish up a few more tests, meaning Jonathan would be teased - or tortured, depending on how fast the aphrodisiac was affecting him - a little longer. On the other hand, he was already a breathy mess, begging for your touch. For you.Â
âFuck,â you murmured, turning away from the man whoâs eyes were practically rolling into the back of his head at the way you tugged at his locks. âNo, no,â you fought your internal struggle. You would not give in to his pleas - you would finish this experiment.Â
âOkay. Okay.â you said to no-one but yourself, extracting your hand from his velvet soft hair. âLetâs be professional about this. Jonathan, Iâm going to take your clothes off, but you canât move, and you canât touch me, okay?â
Jonathanâs breathing became more labored as you spoke, and you swore you could see desperate tears filling his eyes. âI canât- I canât touch you? But⊠but why not?â He was practically whining for you.
âBecause, Jonathan, it wouldnât be beneficial to the experiment.â You didnât look your partner in the eye, because his complete and total change in behavior had you feeling, quite frankly, as warm as him.Â
You continued by undoing the restraints on his arms and legs, and his sharp intakes of breath as your fingers brushed past his skin didnât slip past you. Not at all.Â
Firstly, you undid the manâs white button-up shirt slipping it past his flushed torso. Jonathanâs skin was actually pink and warm all over, and he was breathing heavily now, gripping the chair so tight his knuckles were white.Â
âAre you okay, Jonathan?â you asked absently, as you began unbuckling his belt and slipping down his fly.Â
Jonathanâs breath hitched in his throat, and he didnât answer you, biting down on his lower lip to stop any desperate moans from escaping him.Â
You finally finished undressing your partner, then redid his restraints, before you stepped back to see him fully. Jonathan was shivering, faint tear tracks on his pink cheeks, head cocked back.Â
âItâs just - one, or two more tests, Jonathan.â You murmured quietly, kneeling down in front of him.Â
Your hands pressed flat on his thighs, rubbing him up and down, grazing your fingers lightly on his feverish skin. You had to regularly ground yourself, stop yourself from inching up to the poor, untouched tent in his boxer shorts.Â
Above you, you could hear Jonathan let out a low groan, âAh, hnngâ please,â he called out to no-one in particular.
âDoes that - feel good, Jonathan?â You ask, getting back up on your feet. His desperate groans were getting to you now, how needy his little keens were.Â
âSo - good,â he panted. âYourâ you, I wantâ need, I needâŠâ he trailed off, babbling, lost to the pleasure of your touch.Â
âJonathan, if I⊠touched you more, would you do anything for me?â You said finally. The invention of the aphrodisiac was intended to sway someone's motivations, make them bend to your will. Sure, there was that added sexual aspect, but it was created with less⊠pleasurable intentions.Â
âAnything, anything at all,â he said deliriously, rolling his head around. âJusâ⊠just need you to- touch me.â
âWould you give yourself fear-toxin, Jonathan?â
âYes! Yes, just â please⊠please! Stop asking meâ questions⊠I need you so fucking bad, ahâŠâ
âJesus,â you said. Your aphrodisiac was stronger than you thought. You were satisfied, however, with the results of it. The first trial was a success, and you saw how you could use this on anyone - even people in particular positions of power, and get them to do your bidding. Quite helpful, indeed.Â
Now, you needed to⊠get Jonathan out of this state. By, ah, relieving him.
You had decided to do this, to test him, so you had to be responsible and help ease him out of this experiment. Quickly, you stripped your own clothing, even your underwear, before undoing the restraints on his arms and legs.Â
Jonathanâs eyes widened as he watched you undress. âAre you - are you⊠gonna tâtouch me? Now? Please?â He practically begged, almost drooling at the sight of your naked body.Â
âMhm,â you said, a tremble in your voice. âGonâ help you get out of this.â
Then, you climbed onto Jonathanâs lap, shutting your eyes as you felt his hard cock within his boxer shorts slide between your legs deliciously.Â
He let out a guttural groan as your weight pressed down on him, feeling your wetness soak his shorts. That measly piece of fabric was all that was keeping him from entering your plush, velvet folds, and he was going practically insane at the feeling.Â
âMâgod,â Jonathan whined out, leaning his sweaty head on your shoulder. âYâfeel so, aâah, goodâŠâ
You couldnât help the breezy laugh that made its way out of you. âI havenât even touched you yet, Jonathan, and youâre already so worked up,â you whispered in his ear, hot breath fanning on his warm skin.
âP-pleeeease,â He begged, slowly grinding into you. Jonathan was barely coherent, mind just focussed on chasing the release he so desperately needed.
You raised a brow, but complied, slipping your warm hands down his boxer shorts and pulling his thick length out. You pumped him lazy, feeling how he writhed under you, tasteful whimpers slipping out of his mouth.Â
After another second of you stroking him lightly, your thumb grazing past the tip and collected a decent amount of precum, he actually did come, wet hot load spurting upwards on his chest and your face. âAh - hnngh, oh my â oh my god,â he drooled, jutting into your hand.Â
It dripped down from your cheek onto your lips, and Jonathan squeezed his eyes shut, losing himself in the pleasure. You swiped a handful of his cream off your face, before covering his still hard, curved cock with it.Â
âYouâre not done, arenât you?â You said to him quietly, his hips stuttering as you artfully smeared his come on himself. Jonathan was arching into your touch, completely putty in your hands.Â
âNuh- no, mâstillâ still need you, need you so bad.â he whimpered shamefully, hands stuck to your waist.
âLook at you go,â you found yourself cooing, dragging a creamy hand down his equally as creamy chest, your fingernails grazing him. âLet me take care of you.â
Then, you lifted yourself up off his lap, and carefully situated your slit on the tip of his head. âChrist,â you called out as you slid down, âyouâre fucking big,âÂ
Inch by inch, you took him, and Jonathanâs eyes were rolling into the back of his head, a string of senseless groans and whines leaving his mouth. âFeels so warm, so so warm,â he choked out at last, looking at you adoringly.Â
You started to lift out of him, your cunt stinging slightly at the sheer size of his cock, when you felt a heated liquid shoot through you, Jonathanâs knees buckling under your ass.Â
Heâd come, again, even before you could get started. You shook your head incredulously at the terribly horny man beneath you, eyes glazed over in the pure ecstasy he was feeling.Â
âStop, fucking â coming,â you scolded, bottoming his cock into you once more, âyouâre gonna get me so â ahâ fucking - pregnant if you keep coming.â
âSorry,â Jonathan said sheepishly, burying his head into the crook of your neck. âCanât help itâ you feel so â hnngh â feel so good.â
You rolled your eyes at his words, then focussed on getting a good pace of sliding in and out, your hips rolling deeper and deeper into his own. You were bouncing quickly on his cock, dick-riding him like youâd never done before.Â
With all other sexual partners you had, they wanted to be all vanilla, always just missionary, going slow until they were close, no sense of creativity or any other wishes that just feeling you. With Jonathan - especially in the state he was in now - you could do whatever you wanted, as long as his cock was in your cunt.Â
âGood â god,â you screamed out, when Jonathan suddenly gained control over himself and snapped into you, rough hands pinching the flesh of your hips. He rutted into you, hard and fast, for a moment like that continually, before his control melted once more into nothingness, and all he could do was let you take the reins.Â
âPleaseâ howâre you so â ah, how does your pussy feel so goodâŠâ he murmured, trailing off into a high-pitched moan when you pulled out, then just as fast sunk down on him.Â
Jonathanâs fingers trailed up your body, rubbing at your soft flesh, before they found your breasts, kneading you tenderly. He chanced several licks on both your erect nipples, and you shuddered, tightening around him. Your cunt was sucking him in, devouring his length no matter how big he was, and he could feel how his length was stretching your walls wide open.Â
âSo fucking big.â You panted, arms wrapping around his neck, âfat fucking cock all needy, just me.â
âJusâ⊠just for you! All - ah, all for you,â Jonathan repeated with a squeak, lips bitten delicately between his teeth.Â
Your hands trailed all over his body, and as the pleasure was getting to you, making your head dizzy and your thoughts foggy, you bounced down on him and your nails scratched up his back, surely leaving small wounds.Â
This miniscule amount of pain seemed to amplify Jonathanâs endless pleasure, and you could feel him pumping you full of his come once again, the tip of his dick pressed flush against your cervix. His come made you feel so full, fuller than you already did with his monstrous cock nestled into you, continually rubbing up on the toe-curlingly spongy spot in your cunt every time you pushed him back in.Â
âMmf,â Jonathan groaned, pleasure muffling whatever he was was going to say, âmâgonna⊠gonna get you pregnant,â
âYeah?â You breathed out, squeezing your eyes shut, âIs that what this needy cock wants? To get my wet cunt full and me pregnant?â
âYes, yes, hnngh, please, wanna come - wanna come more,â Jonathan cried out.Â
ââkay, okay,â you nodded vehemently, âthen make this pussy feel good.âÂ
Then, you slid out with a whimper, two loads worth of come spilling out of your worn-out cunt, turning around so your ass would face him, before you sunk back down on him. You were chasing your own pleasure now, the unmistakable feeling rumbling within your lower stomach.Â
Jonathan was completely fucked out, just a shaking, hot and bothered mess on the sticky wooden chair youâd both occupied, but he still welcomed your warm pussy back on him with open arms. Your folds beat any other cunt heâd ever been in, and he knew nothing, not even his own hand, could match up to how addicting you were, how delectably you took him.Â
The new angle had you reeling, your hands gripping Jonathanâs thighs for some much-needed support. You were buckling, getting weaker with every bounce, but were still desperate for release. It affected Jonathan too, and he was pressing his face up against your hair, biting down lightly on your shoulder to collect himself despite the earth-shattering pleasure you were inflicting on him.Â
Your fleshy cunt met his rock-solid cock every moment perfectly, and soon enough your back was arching, head leaning back on Jonathanâs shoulder. That knot in your stomach was tightening, a fire burning within you and begging you not to stop.
Jonathanâs needy hands were coursing all over your body, rubbing on you in all the right places, and when his calloused fingers began pinching and twisting at your sensitive nipples, you saw white. That burning feeling dragged across your entire body, your jaw tensing, and you felt positively fuzzy, pure pleasure destroying all coherent thoughts youâd been having, your mind now focussed on the insane way he made you orgasm.Â
There was nothing that could compare to how you felt now, this being the hardest youâd orgasmed in your entire life. There was just something about Jonathan â be it how unbelievably big he was, or perhaps the odd tension that surrounded you two for the past few years â that made this experience ten times, no, a hundred times, better.
It was like his dick had been artfully crafted to stretch you out and stuff you full; that thick cock, made just for you.Â
In place of your weakening strength, Jonathan kept his hand tweaking your breast, and his other hand gripped your hip tightly, helping you bounce up and down on his cock. Thus, the pleasure was maximized by his touch, and you rode out your high like that for a few more long moments.Â
You stayed there, on his lap panting and drooling, for a few more seconds, before you climbed off of him, grimacing at the loss of his sweet cock in you.Â
You stood shakily, feeling his come ooze out of your sticky hole, and you were surprised to see that Jonathan was still hard. He was panting, head leaning against the chair, hands and legs trembling, but his dick could probably still pump out another round of come.Â
You did always wondering how heâd taste, and after seeing how long and thick he was, you wanted to know if his dick could make you cry, too. So, you kneeled down on the cold floor, pulling him by the ankles a little further off the chair, so you could get better access to him, and buried your pretty little head between his shaking thighs.Â
âWhatâre youâ doing?â Jonathan said blearily, but before he could continue, your soft lips wrapped around him, and your tongue began artfully swiveling his sensitive head.
The loudest moan youâd heard so far was drawn out of Jonathan, and more, similar noises came out of him. It was nonsensical, and unintelligible, but you could tell he was having the time of his life â as if he hadnât just orgasmed three times prior.Â
You started slowly, mouth taking his cock until you felt like you couldnât anymore, before forcing past that point and making yourself take him to the back of your throat. Tears lined the rims of your eyes, your head swimming from lack of oxygen, but you couldnât help how badly you wanted to hear him whimper and whine out from how good you were servicing him, his pretty groans reaching your ears like music.Â
You pulled his cock out of your mouth when you felt like you were going to pass out, and then you began lapping up at his cock, sucking and curving your tongue around his long length. You sucked him hard and fast, and then, his hands grappled at your hair.Â
At this point, you believed the aphrodisiac was wearing off, and Jonathan, now a little more clearheaded, began face fucking you, filling your sweet mouth full with his filthy cock. He couldnât resist doing so, especially with you looking up at him through your tear-stained lashes, hollowing out your cheeks and gripping his thighs like your life depended on it.Â
You gagged on him, several times, but he didnât care, and with a jolted thrust past your swollen lips, he came, squirting all he had left down your throat. You sucked and swallowed every drop of him into your mouth, loving the taste of his salty liquid.Â
Now, you were both fucked out, beyond tired, the strain on your muscles settling in. Your core had been properly exercised, what with how many times you rutted into Jonathan, and he, similarly, had a strained back with how much he arched into your touch, his aphrodisiac-clouded mind wanting nothing more but to be touched by you.Â
âGood god, woman,â Jonathan said, collapsing into the wooden chair, which was sticky with sweat, come and your cuntâs soaking wetness. âYou couldâve just said you wanted to fuck,â
You panted, dropping down onto the cold floor beneath you and wincing. âWeâre â we were, just friends.â
He waved away your words, âWe live together, darling. Not quite sure if that's âjustâ friends.â
You looked up at him, before laughing agreeably. âFelt good though, didnât it?â A smug grin made its way on your lips, remembering how submissive Jonathan had been, how desperate heâd been just for the slightest bit of touch.Â
âAmazing,â he said exasperatedly. âBut next time, youâre not topping.â
âNext time, huh?â You said brightly, shakily getting up. Jonathan helped you, both of you limping exhaustedly up the stairs to your actual house, where you really shouldâve been fucking, instead of the clinical environment of your large basement lab.
Jonathanâs hands found your ass, pulling you flush against him and kneading the flesh roughly. âWhy not? Donât you wanna know how I fuck?â he whispered suggestively into your ear, nibbling at the lobe.Â
âI think, youâve still got some aphrodisiac in you, Jon.â you said, laughing breezily.Â
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LEAF TAPES 2ă»â ïœĄâȘ LN4
( lando norris x fem!reader ft. oscar piastri )
read part 1!
IN WHICH. after months of radio silence, y/n and lando go trending for the same thing again... but this time, it's not only them.
WARNINGS. 18+, MINORS DNI!, non consensual explicit video leaked, sexual descriptions, twitter environement, mentions of getting high (as per), very self indulgent so just sit back and enjoy
NOTE. it's finally here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i've answered your requests, i hope you guys like it. my back aches from doing this so im gonna knock myself out lol. anyways, last fic for a few weeks, but i'll still be online/idle so u can still drop by my inbox if u want. okay ill let u go now bye and enjoy!!!!!
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yn_ln life lately <3
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landonorris literally obsessed with you
landonorris love the last picture who's that on the left
-> yn_ln what happened to being obsessed with me :(((
-> landonorris sorry đ
i mean the left.
-> user đ
user oscar cameo!!!!! OSCAR!!! CAMEO!!!
user i want both of them!!11!!1!1! i can take both of you!!!!
-> user so real
user couple goals.... brb just setting up the toaster and the bath
oscarpiastri picture 2.... minutes before disaster
-> landonorris disaster??? i found it pretty entertaining
-> yn_ln i'm still recovering đ€
-> user CARE TO SHARE??? I WANNA KNOW!!!
-> user yn girlie............ let's gossip
-> yn_ln no can do luv xx đ
oscarpiastri anyways i look so good
-> yn_ln humble yourself babe x
-> landonorris what she said ^
-> user don't listen to them oscar, you do love good â€
-> oscarpiastri trust me, i know đ
lily_mhe loved going out with u bby <3
-> yn_ln yes!! we should do it again.... without the boys đ
-> alexalbon uhm wow
-> landonorris i need to get used to sharing the loml </3
-> oscarpiastri lol
-> yn_ln đ€
user she's so pretty "$%$ÂŁ"ÂŁ$(!"ÂŁ$
user why are they being so cryptic đ©
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user lily and y/n are for the girlies xx sorry i do not make the rules
-> yn_ln speak it!!!
-> lily_mhe yup!!
maxfewtrell no pic creds??
-> yn_ln i can give donations?
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-> user max being bullied pt 2838474
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yn_ln look at us trending for the second time in 2 months đ
-> landonorris ikr such icons
-> oscarpiastri quite fun tbh
-> user đ
-> user u lot realllyyyyy dgaf and i love that for you
oscarpiastri i give the best cuddles ik
-> landonorris u also give the best đ§
-> yn_ln AND WHAT ABT ME?
-> landonorris oh yeah... ig
-> user what the fuck is going on??? đ
-> user in broad daylist insta comments
user im surprised he didn't post a lil snippet on ig like yn did last time
-> user literally đ
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carlossainz55 im begging u, plz no more
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yn_ln no more đ± for u!
-> landonorris NO. U CAN'T DO THIS TO ME.
-> user he survives purely off of the kitty cat. i support the hustle
-> oscarpiastri spare the man đ
-> yn_ln nah he can just watch
-> oscarpiastri fine by me
user foursome??
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LOST THE GAME - JAKE. S
SUMMARY : what was supposed to be the least interesting class of your semester turned out to be the most passionating one when you met jake sim and his tendency to tease. but two could play a game, right ?
-> pairing : college mate!jake x fem!reader
-> words count : 15k
-> genre : college au, smut
-> warnings : switch!jake x switch!reader, teasing, dirty talk, sexting, phone sex, mutual masturbation, praising, dry humping, marking, hair pulling, doggy, unprotected sex, creampie, body worship, use of 'good girl', 'good boy' and 'slut', oral (f. and m. receiving), deep throating, cum play, manhandling, quick mention of choking, fingering, begging, riding, panties sniffing, jake is down bad for yn (yes, that's a warning), nipple play, jake is asking consent a lot and it's sexy.
+ the way i'm depicting jake does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction.
-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni
-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language
-> author's note : here we are, my not so little gift for you for valentine's day ! i hadn't planned something at first, but it turned out that i finished this not too long before so i decided to post it on this day. it's the first really long fic that i'm posting here, but i enjoy writing them so much ! shoot out to @xhdream that started it all by sending me a gif of jake during our christmas family gathering and messed with my mind đđ. this ended up being really self-indulgent but i hope you'll like it as much as i do !
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PLAYLIST
đ” lost the game by two feet
đ¶ meddle about by chase atlantic
đ” i'll make you love me by kat leon
đ¶ more by i.m
đ” it's not easy for you by misamo
đ¶ more than friends by isabel la rosa
Leaving all your friends and family for college was not easy. Your freshman year was really hard, having to manage your classes and doing a part time job to be able to afford your rant, and being in a brand new city you didnât know anything about, nor had any friends to help and support you. You felt on the edge of giving up just before your finals, but that was when you met your best friend, Yeji. She really was a gift, always smiley and willing to cheer you up. Without her, you really didnât know if you could have continued university, or got your life back together at all.Â
But now, here you were, currently in your third year at college, happy and confident about your future. And you really didnât want to mess it up, so you remained serious, and worked hard to have the grades you got. Even if for some people, psychology was not a ârealâ major, it was for you, and it was what you wanted to do for your whole life. And you sometimes wondered how they could say that when you had to take science classes. At first, you were not so excited to follow them, thinking that it would be just another thing you would have to study just for the exams and never remember again, but someone made you change your mind.Â
Jake was not in the same major as you, that was why you didnât see him before the start of this semester but he immediately caught your eyes. Well, it would have been hard not to notice him, or you wouldâve been blind, because he was really good looking. He was the clichĂ© of the hot college fuckboy, the one so many rumors were spread about, the one who had supposedly hooked up with half of the campus.Â
Despite that, you were not one to have prejudices against people you didnât know, so you gave him a chance, mainly because he was attractive and exactly your type, and also because he seemed to be the only other student to be invested in this class. Surprisingly, he was always participating, sometimes before you even had the chance to do so, and he was doing his work everytime. And so on, he became even more your type because smart people were automatically the most fuckable in your eyes.Â
However, you tried to not let your interest in him show. It seemed like he already had an ego, you were not here to fuel it even more. So you stuck to staring at him during your shared classes, under the excuse that you were only closely listening to his answers to your professor's questions. That was until he suddenly decided to sit down by your side on one random Thursday.Â
â- Is that seat taken, or can I ?â
You lifted your head, even if you had grown familiar to the sound of his voice by now, seeing Jake, waiting for your approval with a grin on his face. Well, he was asking kindly and really, you could not refuse to have your crush sit with you. You simply nobbed, taking off your bag from the chair so he could sit down.Â
â- Thanks !
- No problem.â
Regardless of the confidence you were trying to keep on, you were feeling incredibly nervous. It was the first time you and Jake were this close. Sure, you had talked to each other before, picking up on something one of you had said in class to add other information or to correct each other. But that was it, nothing more. So to suddenly have him so close to you was very strange, but at the same time, you were giddy, like a high-schooler confessing her love to her first crush.Â
â- Did you understand the paper we had to read for today ?â
Jake's voice straddled you as you were lost in your thoughts, but you quickly composed yourself again, doing your best to hold his intense gaze.Â
â- Yeah. Or at least, I think so, but I struggled a little bit at first. Why did you want to know ?
- Well, youâre the only one except me that seems to give a damn about this class, and youâre smart, so I thought that maybe you could help me, because I didnât understand anything !â
You chuckled at the defeated tone he used for his last words, perfectly getting his disappointment of not assimilating a new thing immediately, it was frustrating. But at the same time, butterflies erupted in your stomach at the thought of Jake having noticed you. And he was saying you were smart on top of that ? What started as a not so good day was turning into a much better one.Â
â- Of course, no problem. We have some time left before Mr. Lee arrives, so maybe we could go over the paper and you stop me every time thereâs something you didnât get ?
- Works for me ! Thank you Y/N.â
The way he said your name had you fighting demons not to blush and try to concentrate on bacteria and immune system instead of his bright smile and beautiful face. But it was not easy to stay focused when he brought his chair closer to yours so he could have a better view of the drawings you were making to materialize what was explained in the paper. You could feel Jakeâs warmth through your clothes and it was so hard to resist the urge to turn your head and just look at him. Thanks to some magical forces surely, you got to the end of it when your professor entered the classroom, greeting his students.Â
â- Itâs so much easier when you explain everything to me, youâre very good at that, you know ?â
And he was at it again with the compliments, and you were trying to repress a stupid smile from eating up your face once again, whispering when you answered him in order not disturb Mr. Lee, who had already started todayâs lesson.Â
â- Iâm glad I could help.â
Jake's response came in the way of a smile before the two of you started to take notes of what your professor was saying, not having much time to discuss throughout the class. These lectures were always very intense but also very interesting, so you didnât mind the fast rhythm with which you were approaching each subject. You thought about asking Jake his number at the end of the class, just in case he had another problem with something related to this class of course ! A few years back, you wouldnât even have dared to consider something like that, but right now you were thinking âwhy not ?â If anything, he would say no and end of the story. So as you were packing up your things, you started to get your phone out when you were interrupted by Jake once again.
â- I have a class now, but if I could have your number it would be very helpful, because thereâs still some things I canât get a grasp of, if you donât mind of course !â
You smiled back, taking his phone and typing your number in the new contact he had created before handing the device back to him.
â- Actually, I was going to give it to you anyway. Youâre pretty smart too, and youâre funny so itâs not a waste of time.â
Jake chuckled as he put his phone in his back pocket after checking the time. He was going to be late to his next class, but who cared when he finally got to talk to the girl he had a crush on since the beginning of the year ? Certainly not him.Â
â- Iâll make it worth it, promise ! Huh, I really have to go but Iâll text you later pretty.â
With a wink, he was gone and left you behind with a beating heart and a stupidly big grin stretching out your lips.Â
From this day on, Jake sat next to you every time you shared your science classes. And even if the seat was empty last week because Yeji was sick that day, she happily let the guy take her place with a knowing look on her face, wiggling her eyebrows every time he walked in and greeted you. You acted annoyed every time, but really, it was funny how supportive she was - sometimes, you worried that she was more excited about the whole situation than yourself.Â
â- Is it Jakey again ?â
You rolled your eyes as you picked up your phone from the kitchen counter where Yeji and you had spread all your work sheets and textbooks to study. It was Sunday, and you often reserved it to work together and then relax with a movie, while doing each other's skincare and gossiping.Â
When you first came to the city for college, you had rented a small apartment with another girl you didnât know. At the end of your freshman year, she left and since Yeji was searching for a new place to stay because her last roommate was insufferable, you had proposed to her that you live together. She really was the best friend you could ask for, and also the best roommate. But sometimes, just sometimes, you wished she didnât know you so well as she fake gaged when you laughed at the last text Jake had, indeed, sent to you. You wrote a quick answer before going back to your cognitive psychology assignment.Â
â- And what if it is him ? Youâre jealous ?
- Of a man ? Never !â
Both of you laughed at her remark, not able to hold back yourselves after being focused for such a long time and having spent the whole afternoon studying.Â
â- No but seriously, what do you think of him ?â
You were not one to let other people direct the way you acted or lead you on to choices you wouldnât have made by yourself but you valued Yejiâs opinion, and she always had something to say about your crushes. Sensing that the subject was no longer meaningless, your best friend put her pen down, thinking for some time about your question.
â- Well, you know all the rumors about him right ?â
You nodded. Of course you knew, especially since you started to talk with Jake two months ago, you paid a lot more attention to the conversations of other students about him. They were all saying that he was a typical frat boy, going to parties, not caring about going to school, and fooling around with every girl he found attractive. But you already knew that a part of that was not true. He was often sending you some parts of texts or lessons he didnât understand for you to explain, he was really invested in what he was doing, and he had even told you that he was not here to skip classes.
â- And you also know that Lia is friends with his roommate Jay ?â
Again, you nobbed. You knew Lia too, because she was one of Yejiâs childhood friends. You were a little less close to her but she really was a very sweet girl, and you loved to spend time with her.Â
â- She told me that Jake was not how everyone is depicting him. Apparently, itâs only because heâs spending time with Heeseung and his frat, and because he hooked up with a random girl at a party during our freshman year. And from there, people created him a reputation, and he never really tried to deny it because, well, everyone would assume that based on his looks and who heâs hanging out with.Â
- I guess, yeah. I thought that too when I first met him. And that doesnât surprise me, he cares too much about his studies to be a frat boy.â
Yeji laughed again, detaching her long, ginger, hair from the hair clip that was holding them in place.
â- I agree, heâs too smart too, and too sweet with you. He genuinely seems like a good guy, and not every guy out there gets your humor soâŠâ
You threw a random highlighter in her direction, pretending to be vexed by her comment.
â- And I didnât see you smile so much since that dick left you this summer, so I sadly have to validate him.â
Yeji let out a defeated sigh while shaking her head, making you smile again. It was true that you had a hard time because of your âexâ, if you could really label him like that. He was just a guy you met at a party just after your finals were over, and from there, you started to be in some kind of situationship, that was becoming serious for you, but not for him apparently since he left you over a single text and not even an apology. But you were fully over it now, and ready to welcome someone in your life - and bed - again.Â
â- Iâm glad youâre thinking the same.â
She simply gave you a smile before stretching her arms over her head, repressing a yawn as she did so.Â
â- Iâm thinking about wrapping up this study session and getting on to the movie.
- Oh my god, yes, thank you ! My brain stopped working one hour ago !â
You both started to tidy up the counter, putting your sheets back in your binder and your pens back in your case.Â
â- You order while Iâm hopping in the shower ?
- No problem ! Pizza and sushi ?
- You know me so well !â
You giggled as Yeji disappeared in her room, closing the door behind her and letting you finish with your mess. When your phone received another notification, you picked it up again, not holding back your smile when you saw Jakeâs contact name popping up this time.Â
jakey :Â
wow ! working on a sunday ? you have a stronger will than me !
you :Â
ahah only because iâm not doing it alone !Â
otherwise, i would lie in my bed all day, not doing anything lmao
what are you doing ?
jakey :Â
[attachement : 1 image]
just relaxing while watching a movie
itâs pretty boring thoâŠ
You were not expecting this photo to be a shirtless one of Jake, sprawled out on his bed, and looking at the camera with a pout on his face. You had to pick up your jaw from the floor and mentally stop yourself from drooling over his abs, and his chest, and his arms, and the gray sweatpants hanging low on his waist. Was that flirting ? It was, for sure. Why would he send you that if it wasnât ? But how could you respond to that ? Sending a picture of the same type seemed a little too provocative, and you didnât want to interpret the signs wrong. If he was doing this after only two months, what would he be willing to do in a few weeks ? You were curious to see how far he would go to seduce you.Â
jake :Â
why are you not answering pretty ?
too busy checking me out ? đ
you :Â
in your dreams.
jake :Â
oh yeah, donât worry about that, my dreams are already filled with your cute face.
You didnât dare ask him what he meant by that, busying your mind by ordering your dinner and trying to get the image of Jakeâs chest out of your mind.
The whole task of not getting your hopes up revealed to be a lot more difficult than you thought it would be when the universe seemed to team up against you. Or at least, you saw it like that as your professor was listing the groups for the new project of the semester.
â- Y/N and Jake, I want you two together for this. Usually, Iâd put you in a weaker group to help but Iâm very curious to see what you can do when working hand in hand. And thatâs all for today everyone, Iâll see you next week and donât forget to tell me the angle your presentation will address.â
You couldnât believe that Mr. Lee really did this. It was not that you were horrified by the idea of having to work with Jake, it was the contrary, really, but it also meant spending a lot of time together, because you wanted your presentation to be perfect. You would have to go to the library together, or go work at his dorm, or invite him to your apartment, and all that will certainly not help you to stop your little - or rather big - crush on him, and neither will it help you to stay focused.Â
â- You donât seem so delighted by the news, pretty.â
His voice interrupted your thoughts, and you lifted your head to meet his pouty face, the one he always had on when he was trying to get your attention. It was cute. And his puppy eyes were too. And there, you were feeling all fuzzy inside once again.
â- Who would be delighted to know that we have a presentation that counts for half of the final note to do before the end of the month ?
- When you put it this way⊠But I was not really talking about that.â
You sighed as you stood up, checking the time because you had to join Lia and Yeji at your favourite cafĂ© soon.Â
â- I know Jake. I have to go but Iâll text you later to let you know when I am free so we can start to work on that. Bye.â
Jake stood there, mouth slightly open as if he wanted to add something but couldnât with how fast you left. All this made him wonder if he read the signs wrong or not. He didnât imagine the way you were often staring at him. He didnât miss the few times your eyes flicked down to his lips when he was talking to you. He didnât imagine the way you were shivering every time he touched you, intentionally or not. He didnât miss how you were always smiling when he was teasing you, even if you tried to look annoyed.Â
Or was it only pretending ? Jake didnât know anymore. But you were not the type of girl to do that, right ? He watched you from afar since he saw you for the first time in this science class, noticing how kind you were with everyone, how funny you were, how pretty you looked, and he also noted how many boys tried to hit on you, and how many of them you sent away.Â
That was why he approached you as a friend. Because at least, even if he didnât succeed in charming you, you could be friends. And it worked until now, you were getting closer and he even saw you blush one or two times when he made a flirty joke. So he didnât understand why you were like that today. Maybe it was only a bad day for you, you seemed off and didnât participate as much as usual. It should be that, yeah. That, or Jake was a total fool.Â
â- You know the rules Y/N ! Youâre late, you pay !â
You sighed but got your wallet out. You were rarely late anyway, so it was not often that you had to pay for the three of you. Your two friends had already ordered your favourite drink and you made your way to the counter to pay before returning to your table and finally relaxing for the first time since you woke up.Â
â- You seem exhausted today.â
You nodded at Liaâs word, taking a sip of your caramel latte before answering her indirect question.Â
â- I am. Iâve been running all day ! I was late to my first class because my bus times changed and I didnât know, so I had to wait for the next one and you know Mr Kim, he hates it when we are late and he literally humiliated me in front of the whole class. Then, I realized that I had forgotten the assignment that I had to hand back for one of my lectures, so I had to rush home to get it on my lunch time and couldnât eat. And the cherry on top is that Mr Lee paired me up with Jake Sim for our next presentation.
- Wow ! Thatâs a lot, my dear !â
You nodded again, leaning against Yejiâs shoulder to seek some affection and comfort.Â
â- Well, all that sucks, but I donât see how having to spend more time with your crush can be a bad thing ?
- Itâs not ! Thatâs the worst part, I think that he thinks that I donât want to work with him because I was so dry when I talked to him today, and he looked like a kicked puppy and now I feel guilty.â
Lia reached over to stroke your arm and try to make you feel a little bit better. She knew that you could spiral about the smallest thing you were saying or doing sometimes, overthinking every interaction you had with other people.
â- Just apologize next time, and that should be good. This is nothing that you canât fix.
- Why are you always right ?â
The blonde shrugged before taking a sip of her own drink, while Yeji led the conversation to how her own day went. But you couldnât stop thinking about how Jakeâs smile fell when he sensed that you were not as enthusiastic as him to work together. You took your phone out, opting to send him a text now, even if you knew that he would not answer right away because he still had some other classes.Â
you :Â
i am free this weekend and wednesday afternoon to work on the project.
and sorry if i was too harsh earlier, i just had a really bad day, it was nothing against you.Â
You shut off your phone, not expecting a notification to light up the screen just seconds after your last message, trying to hold back a smile from stretching your lips.Â
jakey :Â
this weekend seems good, but iâm going back to my parents so weâll have to facetime đ
donât worry about that pretty, i figured it was not me you were mad at
iâm here if you need to talk.
you :Â
iâm good now, but thank you, youâre sweet
iâm staying here so call me when you have a moment.
and stop texting while youâre in class, idiot !
As he answered you again just to tease you, the weight on your chest flew away. Jake really was a sweet guy, you just couldnât believe that he was interested in you. He was popular around the campus, whether because of all the rumors about him - mostly false, but they were spreading fast - or because he was incredibly handsome, and a lot of girls were after him, numerous of whom were prettier than you. That was why you had so much trouble understanding why he chose to text you so much. It was not like you to doubt yourself like that, but for some reason, Jake was making you really nervous. Maybe because it was the first time in a while you were really interested in somebody, past just physical attraction, and you didnât want to fuck it up.Â
You read Jake's last text again, the one in which he was telling you that he was going to call you in five minutes, just the time for him to gather all the things he needed to work, and you couldnât stop biting your nails. There was no logical reason for you to be so stressed out about facetiming with him, especially since it was only to talk about a school project, but you were. You checked your appearance in the little mirror above your desk one more time, but didnât really get the time to fix your hair, your phone ringing straddling you as you picked up the call immediately, setting up the device against your laptop so it would stay in place without you needing to hold it.Â
â- Hi pretty !
- Hi Jake, how you doing ?â
You tried to ease your mind by making small talk with him, but you were distracted every now and then by how veiny his hands were, or by how comfortable his thigh looked to sit on, pressing your own together to stop the warmth spreading in your lower half. It was really not the moment to think about that, even if it was not the first time nor would it be the last.Â
â- Did you have an idea of how we could talk about this in an original way ? Because Iâm warning you, I donât want this to be only a boring, classical presentation.â
Jake's deep voice as he chuckled sent your mind to other places you shouldnât go while working on a science group project.Â
â- I should have known youâll be like this. Iâll send you the research Iâve done so far and you tell me if you see something interesting.â
This was enough to get you to concentrate back on what you had to do, and as soon as you chose your angle, you started to work properly, sometimes making comments that made the other laugh. However, Jake was not able to focus on the article in front of him, too immersed in the contemplation of your figure to get anything done.Â
Why did you have to wear this fucking top ? The straps wouldnât stop falling off from your shoulders, showing a little more skin of your cleavage everytime it did, before youâll put them in place again. And he could see that you were not wearing a bra, your nipples poking through the material of your top, allowing him to think about how much he wanted to see you naked, how much he wished he could touch them, lick them, suck on them. Your hair were put up in a messy ponytail, and with your glasses on and the serious look on your face, he couldnât help but wonder how it would feel to fuck you from behind for some obscure reasons.Â
And well, it seemed like he got a little too entranced by his own thoughts because Jake could feel his cock twitch in his pants. Swearing under his breath, he turned around in his desk chair to grab a pillow from his bed and put it on his lap. He didnât want you to notice that he was hard, the risk being that you would take him for a pervert, which he maybe was but he didnât want you to think that of him. He was trying to be the perfect, sweet guy. He wanted to take you on proper dates, and offer you flowers before initiating anything sexual between the two of you, even if it was you he saw every time he was jerking off, even if he sometimes had to go to the bathroom after your shared classes because the vision of your thighs in a skirt was enough to make him pop a boner.Â
Sadly, the shuffling sounds he made while reaching for his pillow intrigued you enough for you to lift your head and look what Jake was doing, seeing him quickly put the cushion on his lap before going back to taking notes about the article. You werenât thinking about something naughty for once, only up to tease him a little bit.Â
â- Whatâs with the pillow ? Are you hard or something ?â
Your smirk widened when you saw his ears grow red. It was the first time you were witnessing a blushing Jake, and well, the view was interesting and too funny to let it slide.Â
â- Donât tell me you really are ?â
Jake didnât dare to look at you anymore, his gaze lost in contemplating one of the posters on his walls, so much more interesting right ? How could he explain himself to you without saying anything disrespectful, because the thoughts he was having just before werenât really ones a well-mannered and polite guy should have. All he wanted right now was to be swallowed by the floor and bury himself six feet under. Â
â- What were you thinking about ? Me ?â
At the way Jake lowered his head even more, you figured that it was, in fact, you that got him hard. And what was supposed to be a silly little joke turned into a whole lot more. The way your laugh died in your throat when you realized made Jake feel even more nervous that he had really made you uncomfortable and that you wouldnât want to see his face ever again.Â
â- I-I am really sorry⊠Please, donât think that I'm a creep Y/N ! Itâs just⊠Fuck ! Youâre just so hot with your glasses, and your top wonât stop showing your skin, and thatâs so embarrassing but it turns me on how smart you are and you explain to me all these things like itâs the easiest thing youâve ever come across.â
You couldnât believe what you just heard, and it was apparently showing as Jake spared you a glance and turned away immediately, groaning about how stupid he was, and that you could insult him as much as you wanted if it made you feel better.Â
â- Jake, just stop and look at me.â
It took some seconds for him to do so. It was a good thing you didnât decide to end the call and your friendship with him already, he was not going to talk again and push his luck. When his eyes finally landed on you, he gulped loudly, trying to stop himself from getting turned on even more by the intense look you gave him.Â
â- Show me.Â
- W-What !?
- Show me what I do to you. And maybe Iâll show you what youâre doing to me.â
It was Jake's turn to not believe his ears. He must have looked so dumb, with his mouth hanging open and blinking repeatedly without saying anything because you chuckled cutely at him, pushing your chair back a little. And this time, when you let the straps of your top fall down, it was done on purpose, encouraging Jake to throw away that damn pillow and allow you to take in the appealing view of his boner. He was wearing these grey sweatpants again, and you couldnât help licking your lips when you imagined how big his dick would be.Â
â- I wanna see more, this is not enough for me to forgive you.â
Even if his heart was about to burst out of his chest, a little smirk started to spread on his face. He wasnât in a position to negotiate, but he liked the game you were leading him into. And your wish was his command. Without a word, Jake got rid of his shirt, throwing the piece of clothing away before looking back at you, happy to find you biting your lips while checking him out.Â
â- Like what you see ?
- Donât be so cocky, you still have to make it up to me.
- And what do you want, pretty ?â
You pretended to think about it, using it as an excuse to drool over his abs a little longer. Because yeah, Jake was insanely hot, and even if you didnât want him to see how affected you were, your drenched panties should be enough of a clue.Â
â- I want to see you jerk off for me. And I want you to tell me all the things youâve been thinking about doing to me.â
Jake immediately stood up from his desk chair, throwing his sweatpants and boxer away while a quiet âfuckâ fell from his lips, bringing a smirk to your face. This was getting way more interesting than science. When he sat down again, you only needed to tilt your head to the side for him to start stroking his cock slowly, releasing a sigh that had you pressing your thighs together to try and relieve some of the pressure you felt building up. Your eyes couldnât leave his hard dick, wondering about how good he would fill you up, how good he would feel inside of you.Â
â- So ? Arenât you going to say anything ?â
The sound of his hand around his cock was starting to resonate in his room, spreading his pre-cum onto his shaft and going faster. He couldnât help but feel embarrassed about you wanting to know his fantasies about yourself, sitting there so prettily but still fully clothed, while he was jerking off for your eyes only.Â
â- I-I thought a lot about⊠About fucking you, especially when youâre wearing these damn skirts.
- What about my skirts ? Donât you like them ?â
If he wasnât already blushing, he was definitely right now, not only because of his confession, but mostly because your pouty lips had him thinking about sliding his cock between them and he felt close to cumming already just because of this, just because you were playing with him and he loved it a little too much.
â- Fuck ! I do, I do, but they make me want to eat you out so bad, you have no idea how hard it is to sit next to you when you have them on.â
Jake closed his eyes for a few seconds, missing your proud smile as you watched his face scrunch up in pleasure. Since he did nothing but listen to you â and make you even more wet â you decided to reward him by removing your tank top, letting him finally see your breast.Â
â- Youâre so hot Y/N⊠I wanna touch youâŠ
- But youâll just have to watch for now, okay ?â
For now ? Jake didnât want to dig on what you meant, too entranced by the sight of your hands coming up to play with your nipples like he dreamt about doing, forcing another moan out of his mouth. How bad he wished he was the one massaging your boobs right now, how bad he wanted them in his mouth and your hands tugging on his hair.Â
â- I want to see more of you, pretty, pleaseâŠâ
Your eyes shifted from his dick to his face, your mouth watering at his fucked out look zeroing on your hands on your chest and fingers pinching your nipples. But hearing Jake beg for you was too pleasing, you needed more of his pleas, more of his airy moans. It was like a drug you were slowly becoming addicted to.Â
â- Beg some more, and Iâll think about it.Â
- Please Y/N, please, itâs not fair, I want to see your pussy, been dreaming about it, please.â
The fact that he didnât even hesitate before doing it made your head spin with want, clouding your mind with lust as you got rid of your clothes too and sat down in front of the camera again.Â
â- Shit ! Youâre so fucking hot pretty, making me want to fuck you so bad.Â
- I really wished you were here Jake, wished you could be the one touching me like that.â
As you were talking, you spread your legs for him, your feet sitting on your desk so he had a full view of your soaked pussy and your little fingers playing with your clit.Â
â- Is it enough for you ? Or do you want even more ?â
The way Jakeâs tongue poked out of his mouth to lick his lips had you thinking back to him eating you out, and how good that would feel. A soft whimper escaped you when you slipped two fingers into your hole, too excited to wait for his answer. The way he was lazily stroking his cock was driving you insane, and you didnât care if you looked desperate for him anymore, because you were and all you wanted was him right now.Â
â- Would feel so much better if it was your fingersâŠÂ Â
- You donât know how much I want that⊠Youâre so wet, youâre dripping everywhere baby, fuck ! I want to lick your pretty cunt so badâŠ.â
Another moan rolled off your tongue, closing your eyes for a second before opening them again because you didnât want to miss the show Jake was putting on for you, his hand moving way faster now that he got to witness your naked body and the sinful vision you offered him. Your fingers couldnât reach that spot you knew he could have, knew that his long hands would be perfect for you.Â
â- You want that pretty ? Want me to eat your pussy ?Â
- Oh god, yes ! Please Jake, I need it, I need youâŠâ
The way you were saying his name, full of lust and desire, had him coming close to the edge already. He wished he was with you right now, wished he could hear you scream it again and again, wished you would beg him more and more.Â
â- I need you too, need you to sit on my cock and ride me.â
He was sitting in the perfect position for you to do just that, and the image wouldnât leave your mind. You abandoned your nipple to play with your clit, your thighs shaking as you approached your climax.Â
â- Iâm so close, feels so goodâŠÂ
- Me too⊠Cum for me Y/N.â
This was all you needed for your orgasm to wash over you, clenching so hard around your fingers you could barely move them anymore, circling your clit until it felt too much. Jake had to bite his lips and quickly remind himself that he was not home alone to hold himself back from releasing a litany of filthy moans as he spilled all over his abs, covering them in his release that you wanted to lick off from his body so badly.Â
During a moment, the only sound was the one of your heavy breathing, trying to get a hold of what just happened. As you were about to say something, a knock against your door interrupted your thoughts, eyes widening in surprise. You rushed to end the call with Jake, not even taking the time for a goodbye before dressing up quickly and trying to not look like you just had the best orgasm of your life as you opened the door of your bedroom.Â
â- Are you alright ? I thought I heard you screamâŠâ
You smiled innocently at your Yeji, hoping that she would not interrogate you further because your legs were still weak and trembling and your face was obviously flushed.
â- Oh, yeah, I just hit my toes against the bed, thatâs why.â
Luckily, she seemed to accept your excuse and you plopped down on your bed after closing the door behind you. What the fuck just happened ? Did you really have sex over a facetime with Jake ? It was usually something you dreamt about but that never occurred in real life. But with the way he was blowing up your phone, there was no way this was not true.Â
If you thought that this would ease the tension between the two of you, you were definitely wrong. Because when you saw each other for the first time after this one call, you felt ten times more attracted to him than before, almost getting wet just seeing him smirk at you as you entered the classroom. Sure, you had texted each other during the week, but neither one of you dared to address the subject directly, too embarrassed and afraid that it would ruin everything.Â
But you couldnât lie : you wore the shortest skirt you owned today on purpose, only because you wanted a reaction out of him. And a reaction you got. As soon as Jake took in your entire outfit, his gaze darkened, mouth opening just enough for his tongue to dart out and lick his lips as if he wanted to devour you. If you werenât wet already, now, your panties were definitely soaked with the way he was eying you up and down.Â
â- Hi Jake ! How was your weekend ? Must have been great to see your parents.â
He didnât expect you to strike up such a casual conversation with him, but his mind was already far away, staring at the way your skirt rode up your thighs when you sat down, revealing even more of your skin. Jake had to turn his gaze away from you for a few moments to focus back on how to form sentences and answer you.Â
â- It was cool, yeah. And how was yours ? Did you have fun ?
- Actually, it was very fun. Something interesting happened.â
The grin stretching out your lips didnât go unnoticed, Jakeâs eyes zeroing on them and wishing he could kiss you right now, wishing he could have you grinding down on his lap and making out with him. He was snapped out of his daydreaming when Mr.Lee entered the classroom loudly, as usual.Â
â- Hello everyone ! Today youâre gonna work on your projects, and Iâll come see where all of you are so I can help you if you need it.â
Working together turned out to be way more complicated than you thought it would. Jake wouldnât stop subtly caressing your arms or your hands, coming way more closer to you than necessary when you had something to show him, his thigh pressed against yours underneath the table. But two could play a game, right ? Too bad you dropped your pen on the floor and had to get up to pick it up. Too bad your skirt was so short that when you bent over, Jake could catch a glimpse of your panties. Too bad the hand you landed on his thigh to get his attention was so close to his crotch.Â
By the end of the class, you were just dying to come back home and relieve the unbearable heat you were feeling, almost squirming in your chair. If he had you wrecked with only that, you didnât dare to think of how good he would actually be able to ruin you. But what was infuriating was how he didnât even seem to be affected by the whole situation, despite his leg bouncing up and down, and his lips swollen from biting them. Still, you wanted to get back at him. After all, it was his fault if your call took another turn, and it was his fault your panties were ruined right now.Â
With how fast you escaped the classroom, Jake didnât expect you to ask him to meet up, especially in an area he knew was unknown by most students. His body was tingling in anticipation, wondering what you were going to do next. Maybe he loved this little game too much, and maybe it was risky because he almost popped a boner in class, but it was worth it if it was for you.Â
â- What do you want pretty ?
- Give me your hand.â
You could see that he was confused, but he did what you asked nevertheless, so you could place something in his palm, closing his fingers around what seemed to be a piece of fabric, which was a little damp.Â
â- You feel how wet you made me ? This is what you do to me Jake. Now, enjoy your next classes.â
He watched you go away, definitely hard this time when he realized you really gave him your panties, and that the material was, in fact, soaked in your juices. Behind you, you heard him swear loudly and rush to his class to not be late, a smirk spreading on your lips. It was his turn to suffer a little.Â
Jake didnât even take the time to greet his roommate when he came home, tracing a beeline to his room and locking the door before he dropped his bag on the floor. He got out your panties that were stuffed in his pocket, the fabric still a little wet. You were the reason he didnât pay attention to his last class of the day, not able to understand a single thing his professor was saying. He couldnât stop thinking about how much he wanted to jerk off with them, couldnât stop thinking of you going home with nothing underneath your skirt.Â
That was enough to make him hard all over again. Quickly, Jake got rid of his jeans and underwear, laying down on his bed with a hand already wrapped around his painfully hard dick. Without an ounce of shame, he lifted your panties to his nose, inhaling your scent and immediately moaning. He was already addicted to this, to you, to the way you were playing with him.Â
Jake could already feel his tip leaking pre-cum, and he knew that he was not going to last long, especially after you had edged him all day. It was as if he could still feel your hand on his thigh, too close to his crotch for his sanity. And every time you touched his arm to have his attention, it was like your fingers were leaving a trail of fire behind them, a shiver running down his spine every time your warmth left him.Â
The smell of your juices was driving him insane, sticking his tongue out to lick it off the material. He sped up his movements unconsciously, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, incapable of holding back his moans anymore. He didnât care if Jay could hear him or not, he didnât care if what he was doing was disgusting, if he was a creep for loving it all. You already tasted like heaven like this, and he knew that as soon as youâd let him go down on you for real, he would never want to pull out from your pussy ever again.Â
Once he could taste nothing but his own saliva that had completely drenched your panties, he wrapped it around his cock, the friction feeling so much better than his own hands, but not coming close to what yours would feel, he knew it. His mind couldnât stop drifting away to a sick scenario in which you were watching him do all that, in which you were telling him how disgusting he was, in which he was begging for you to touch him. The thought was enough to push him over the edge, moaning your name loudly as he came all over this stomach and your panties.Â
â- FuckâŠâ
Without a second thought, he reached for his pants on the floor, getting his phone out to take a picture of the mess he had made. The material was still wrapped around his cock, making sure you had a great view of his abs covered in his cum and his tip still leaking. As soon as he hit âsendâ, Jake plopped down on the sheets again, closing his eyes for a while. He knew he had to get up, take a shower and do his homework, but the only thing plaguing his mind was you. Only you.Â
Of course, the teasing didnât stop there, neither of you being able to stop. You had sexted each other during classes, not paying any attention to the actual lesson, too busy telling the other the dirtiest things. It felt even better when Jake did it during your science class, blowing up your phone with messages filled with praises of how gorgeous you looked today, of how your outfit was suiting you perfectly, of how much he wished he could fuck you on your desk right now, of how much he just wanted to get out of here and show you how good he could make you feel.Â
You had not given up on your skirts and dresses, which were getting shorter and tighter as time went on. And Jake had not given up on putting his hand on your thigh, which was getting closer and closer to your core everytime you were sitting side by side. The flirting comments he whispered in your ears got more and more unhinged, and the pictures you sent to him got more and more revealing. Jake had started to save them in a locked file, but always making sure to send something back so it was fair - and not at all because he loved the idea of you drooling over his body, or touching yourself while looking at his nudes.Â
And even if Jake loved the game, he couldnât wait for the moment he would finally have you. Because he was so close to breaking down the act when you sent him an audio message of you moaning his name, going on and on about how much you wished he was with you right now, about how much you needed him. It was late at night, and Jake was ready to go to sleep, but he was quick to slip his hand in his underwear, jerking off to the sound of your whines and begs that he listened to on repeat from this moment on. And he was seeing so clearly the sinful image of you fingering yourself that hadnât left his mind since this video call, the same image that was imprinted in his memories.Â
He was almost ready to go out at 1am and come to your apartment, but he was too tired and mostly, he wanted to win, even if it was pointless because he knew that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. So he settled on sending you a video just when he was coming, while telling you how bad he wished you could be riding him right now, how bad he wished he could fill you up with his cum. And you replied with a close up of your wet pussy that ended up in his locked file.Â
It was also very fun to talk casually in front of everyone else, as if Jake wasnât fucking you with his eyes, as if you hadnât sent him another filthy text last night where you were calling him your good boy. The sexual tension between you and Jake was so high that neither Yeji or Jay could even bear to look your way without being disgusted - their words, not yours. And the way you were both always smiling, giggling and blushing everytime the other sent you something had your two friends desesperate for you to finally fuck each other and stop flirting in front of them - again, their exact words. You knew Yeji was happy for you and just liked to tease, but you were just as eager as her to get laid.Â
But you will not be the one to give up. You wanted Jake to surrender before you did. Why ? Just because it was much more fun that way. Hence why you were standing so close to Jungwon. And Jake was clearly not having it, watching the two of you from his seat in the classroom, jaw clenched and gaze burning a hole in your friendâs back. The way you were touching his arm and laughing at his jokes shouldnât have made him jealous. After all, you were not his, you were not his girlfriend, and he didnât even kiss you yet. But still, it didnât stop him from wanting to swat Jungwon away from you when he hugged you.Â
Your innocent smile as you sat next to him and asked him how his day went so far did not help. He could see right through you, could see that you did that on purpose. And this time, it worked. Jake didnât want to admit it, he didnât want this to stop, but he had to do it or he would go insane. While you were cautiously taking notes, he took his phone out, accustomed to texting you during class by now. During a little break, you looked at your phone and grinned seeing a new message from Jake, asking you to join him in the same corridor you gave him your panties a few weeks before. You had to bite your lips to not let a big smile invade your whole face, because you knew very well what it meant, your body tingling with excitement.Â
At this point, Jake had no self control anymore. All he wanted was you. All he needed was you. And he was not going to survive if he didnât actually have you in the next few minutes. However, a small part of him was anxious, overwhelming him with the doubt that maybe, just maybe, you really only wanted the game, and not him. He should have heard your footsteps resonating in the empty hallway, but he was into his thoughts and only did acknowledge your presence when you came into his view, not letting him utter a word before you grabbed him by his jacket and kissed him. His brain stopped working, wide eyed and not moving until you let him go.Â
â- Are you okay ?â
Jake shook his head at you, before reaching to grab your waist, pushing you against the nearest wall, lips only inches away from yours.Â
â- No⊠Youâve been driving me crazy since the first day Y/N, I want you.
- Then take me.â
That was all he needed to lean in and kiss you again, harder, messier as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You moaned against his lips, tugging him closer to you by his jacket and he took the hint, pushing his body impossibly close to yours. The way he was kissing you, as if he had an insatiable hunger for you, had you wet in seconds, and you could feel his boner pressing against your thigh, an obvious proof that you were just as desperate for this to happen.Â
Neither one of you was thinking about the fact that you were in a hallway, and that anyone could walk in on you, heavily making out. It didnât matter to Jake, too lost in the taste of your lips and tongue against his to care about anything else. He finally had you all for himself, finally had you where he wanted, finally had a taste of you. And he already knew that he was going to get addicted, that he wouldnât want anyone after you because it was like you were made for him. Eventually, you needed to breathe and had to detach yourself from his lips, Jake chasing yours and letting a quiet whine escape him when you started to grind your hips against his.Â
â- Fuck⊠Do you feel how bad I need you pretty ?â
You nodded, not trusting yourself with making sentences, not when he was holding your gaze and all you could see in his eyes was lust and desire. This look alone made you want to drop on your knees for him right now, and the way he started to pepper your neck with his kisses didnât help either, taking a hold of his hair and moving faster against him.Â
â- I need you too Jake⊠Need you to use meâŠ
- Donât say that if you donât want to get fucked for everyone to see.â
His voice had dropped lower, his hot breath fanning against the skin of your neck where you knew for sure he had already left some hickeys. And he didnât feel guilty at all. He wanted everyone to know you were his, even if you technically werenât. Jake knew that if he didnât leave now, he would never have the strength to do so.Â
â- I have to go prettyâŠ
- I knowâŠâ
You knew but you kissed him again anyway, hoping that the taste of his lips against yours would linger for as long as possible. When Jake finally had the courage to stop you, he was already ten minutes late for his next class and cock hard as a rock in his pants, but who cared if he got to have you all needy and desperate for him - as if he wasnât just as needy and desperate for you.Â
â- Come over at mine tonight, okay ? Iâll kick Jay out, and Iâll be all yours pretty.
- Okay, text me later ?
- I will.â
Jake pressed one last kiss on your forehead before he started to run for his class, praying that it would be enough for him to calm down and stop thinking about all the things he was going to do to you.Â
Jake was probably more nervous right now than he had ever been in his entire life, and he had had many situations to be anxious about. However, the fact that you were going to come over in less than five minutes made his palms sweat and his heart beat faster. He didnât really know why he was feeling so panicked, because you obviously showed him on numerous occasions how much you were yearning for him too, there was no way you would stand him. But if he did something wrong ? If it was not what you had expected and you decided that you didnât want to see him again after that ?Â
This last idea in particular was running in his head. Because he didnât want to have you just for one night, he didnât want to fuck you and then let you walk away as if he wasnât crazy over you, as if you didnât make him feel shy everytime you smiled at him. But the more he was thinking about it, the more his heart ached at the scenario. So he stuck to trying to distract himself on his phone until you arrived.Â
He didnât really do anything in particular, didnât litter the whole place with rose petals and candles, but everything was cleaned perfectly and he even cooked so you had something to eat if you happened to be hungry. It was strange to be suddenly so anxious about meeting up with you. Because he was not nervous when he texted you all his fantasies about you, he was not nervous when he sent you pics and videos of his dick, he was not even nervous when he made out with you in this corridor later. But now, he could feel his hands shaking as he tried his best to open the door for you without looking like a complete idiot. But how was he supposed to stay calm and collected when you were standing at his door, wearing a little black dress that took his breath away.Â
â- Are you going to let me in or not ?â
Jake finally snapped out of his haze hearing your teasing tone, and he had to mentally restrain himself from letting his eyes wander all around your silhouette. And immediately, he forgot all about being anxious, grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you inside, closing the door and pushing you against it quickly. Your whole body felt on fire from his hands on your waist alone.Â
â- Iâve waited so long for this, pretty, wanted you since the first day.â
Your own hands came to play with his hair, bringing his face closer to yours, grinning as he tried to focus on your eyes and lips at the same time.Â
â- Yeah ? Wanna show me how much ?Â
- Iâm going to make you feel so good, make you scream my name for all the neighbors to hear.â
You licked your lips, your gaze locking with each other. Slowly, Jakeâs face got closer to yours, one of his hands leaving your waist to rest on your cheek, tilting your head up so he could kiss you. He wanted all this to be perfect, wanted to take his time with you, wanted to hold you close to him and satisfy every one of your needs. But as soon as he got another taste of you, he couldnât stop himself from wanting more, all the teasing from these past months reaching its climax as he devoured you, his tongue passionately dancing with yours.Â
You couldnât hide anymore the effect he had on you, the slightest brush of his thigh against yours having you sighing in his mouth. But you needed more, needed to feel more of him, more of his skin against yours. That was why you let your hands drop from his neck to the hem of his shirt, sliding your fingers underneath the material, finally able to touch the beautiful abs you could only see in pictures and videos.Â
Jakeâs eyes landed on the hickeys he left earlier, smirking at the fact that your dress didnât hide them at all. And he made it his mission to cover the other side of your neck as well, his kisses trailing from the corner of your mouth, along your jawline and finally landing on the sensitive skin that he immediately started licking and nipping at. He was used to hearing your little whimpers of pleasure, but it was even more addicting to hear them when he was the one provoking them, even better when he could feel your hands tugging on his hair, even better when he could grip your ass at the same time.Â
â- Jake⊠I need youâŠ
- Mh ? But you have me prettyâŠâ
You could feel his grin against the skin of your neck as he kept sucking on it, his hand slipping underneath your dress to feel your bare skin. He could be as cocky as he wanted, in the end he was getting even more hard just by kneading at the plush flesh of your thighs. And you knew that, and you wouldnât let his arrogance be. One of your hands came up to grab his jaw, forcing him to look you in the eyes while the other slid down to his crotch, squeezing his hard on enough for Jake to let out a gasp of both surprise and pleasure.Â
â- Donât get so confident baby, you know how good I am at edging you and you donât want that now, do you ?
- NoâŠâ
His voice was barely above a whisper, lips parted, breathing heavily and eyes wide open. You were sometimes getting more assertive in your texts, but to really experience it was different. He loved when you were begging him, but if you wanted him to play in your fantasy and dominate him, you could bet that he would be the best sub ever.Â
â- Good boy. Take me to your room.â
That was all Jake needed to carry you through his apartment, managing to get to his bed while kissing you again, and again, and again. He laid you down on his sheets, unaware of how hot you thought he was for being able to do that so effortlessly. You wanted to get on top of him and worship him all night. But for now, you simply watched him discarding his shirt and sweatpants on the floor, biting your lips at the sight.
â- Come here.â
And he did it, caging you in with his arms before going back to kissing you while you let your hands roam around his body, touching up every inch of skin you could reach - his back, his arms, his abs, everything. You needed to have his skin against yours, to really feel him. His own fingers were sliding underneath your dress, caressing your thighs, your ass, your lower back. But all these clothes were getting annoying, he wanted to see you, have your whole body in display for his gaze only. He needed to see in person what you had shown him so many times in pictures and videos.Â
â- Can I take these off ?â
You simply nodded, a sigh of relief coming out of your mouth when Jake helped you get rid of everything you were wearing, starting from your jacket that you didnât even have the time to discard because he immediately jumped on you. Then, he threw away your little boots and your socks, and finally your dress, revealing the black, laced lingerie set you had on. Another smirk played on your lips when you saw shock as well as lust play in his eyes.Â
â- You like it ?â
His hands were almost shaking as he put them back on your body, grazing the skin with his fingers slowly. If he liked it ? He could feel his cock twitching at the view alone. You were like a sinful goddess, and you were here for him only, sprawled out on his bed, waiting for him to make you feel good.Â
â- Fuck, yes, youâre so hot pretty⊠Can I touch you ?â
You smiled at him, finding his carefulness even more attractive. As an answer, you took his hands in your own, guiding them to your breast, letting him massage it over your bra as he looked at you like you casted a spell on him. And truth be told, you might have done just that because he soon found himself unable to keep his hands for himself. In the span of a few seconds, Jake had pushed your boobs out of the coffin of your bra, his lips coming down to play with one of your nipples while his fingers were giving attention to the other.Â
Your hands quickly came back down to grab his hair, whines leaving your mouth every time his own closed around your nipple. Your mind was already clouded with pleasure and desire, having waited for too long for exactly that to happen, and you didnât have any patience left : you wanted his cock, and you wanted it now. In one swift movement - and because Jake didnât expect you to do that - you managed to get him on his back where you were laying seconds before, straddling his lap. Immediately, he found your waist again, his big hands tugging you closer to his cock, where he needed you.
â- If you wanted to be on top, you couldâve just said that, princess.â
You wanted to kiss that stupid, proud grin out of his face, but instead you decided to strip him from his underwear, finally getting to see his cock for real. And it was even more pretty, even more bigger, even more perfect for you.Â
â- I just need your cock, I donât care how, I just need it.â
How eager you were to touch him too had Jake groaning and releasing a moan as soon as you started to stroke his cock. He loved the fact that you simply took what you wanted from him, and he was ready to let you use him in any way you wished if that made you happy. However, all the times he imagined how your hand would feel around his dick couldnât compare to how it really was, to how good it really was.Â
â- Do whatever you want to me.â
You didnât need to be told twice to lower your head and be at the same level as his cock, sticking out your tongue immediately and coming to lick his flushed tip. The sight was unholy, tempting him to push the rest of his shaft in between your lips right now. Jake couldnât even recall all the times he closed his eyes and thought about your mouth closing around his dick instead of his hands. And now you were really there, spitting on it and spreading your saliva before taking him in your mouth.Â
He couldnât help but throw his head back, his hands coming down to take a hold of your hair, following the movement of your head. The feeling of having you suck his dick couldnât compare to anything he had fantasized about before. And if you werenât so busy trying to fit his big cock in your throat, you would have teased him because he looked so fucked out already and you hadnât done anything yet. Little by little, you managed to fit all of him down your throat, and the moan he let out at you hollowing your cheeks, making you even more wet if possible.Â
â- Fuck ! Your mouth feels so warm, so goodâŠâ
Even when you started to bob your head up and down, he didnât look down at your face, but you wanted his full attention, wanted to see him lose all his composure. Your hands were resting against his thighs, and you started to graze his skin with your nails, effectively getting him to open his eyes and focus on you again. Another moan left his lips just from seeing you like this.
â- Please, donât stopâŠâ
And you didnât, feeling his grip on your hair tightening as you took him all the way down once more. If Jake wasnât trying to not lose his mind over how well you were taking him, he would have loved to wipe the smug expression out of your face. But for now, all he could do was moan and whine and look at you through hooded eyes, loving how much of a mess you were, with a mix of saliva and pre-cum dribbling from the corner of your lips. He couldnât resist anymore the urge to thrust his cock up in your mouth, closing his eyes again at the feeling of your tight throat around him.
â- Wanna cum in your mouth so bad pretty, can I ? Please, please, let meâŠâ
You hummed in agreement, far too fucked out yourself to do anything else than taking what he was giving to you. At this point, he was simply using you for his own pleasure but you just let him because you loved it, loved how he claimed you by ruining your throat.Â
â- Shit Y/N ! Gonna fill you up, yeah ?â
A moan escaped you, the vibration sending Jake over the edge, his hips halting their movement, buried deep inside of your warm mouth and spilling his load right there, your eyes watering as you tried to swallow it all. Jake felt on cloud nine, and he knew that he would not need anyone else for the rest of his life because you were definitely made for him, perfect for him. You got one second to breathe when Jake pulled on your hair, taking you away from his cock and bringing you up to his lips, kissing you deeply and tasting himself on your tongue, loving the nasty mix of both your saliva and his cum. When he finally let you go, you couldnât help but zeroing again on his red, swollen lips that he was biting while looking intently at you.
â- You did so well for me, pretty, such a good girl.â
His forehead was pressed against yours, cupping your face, thumbs whipping away the tears who had rolled down your cheeks. You felt even more turned on by how thoughtful he was, by his praises, by his sweet gestures despite being so rough with you.
â- Need you JakeâŠ
- Want me to return the favor ?
- Yes, pleaseâŠâ
You felt so desperate for any kind of touch, your body tingling with anticipation as Jake switched position and laid you down on the bed again. Heâll get you to sit on his face another time, when his mind will be clear enough, when heâll have the patience and self control to make you cum at least two times. He quickly got rid of your bra, even if you looked heavenly in them. But the sight of your naked body was even more appealing. Soon, his hands were all over you again, roaming around your skin and making you shiver. His lips found purchase on your neck again, littering it with more of his kisses and marks.Â
â- Donât tease, please, I want you so badâŠâ
A single swear escaped Jakeâs lips as he helped you out of your panties, bringing them to his nose and making a show out of sniffing them and groaning at the intoxicating scent, allowing you to picture how he looked when he had jerked off with your ruined underwear. Then, he threw them away somewhere in his room, not caring where it landed and grabbing you by your thighs to bring you close to his face, holding them wide open for him. The view of your bare and wet pussy had him getting hard all over again.Â
â- Such a pretty cunt baby, bet you taste just as sweet.â
His praises had you shying away from his dark gaze, but you were not able to hold back your little whimpers. Jake chuckled lightly before diving straight into your wet folds, having had enough of teasing you when he was just as desperate to taste you as you were to feel him. The second he licked up your wetness, it was over for him. He could be as cocky as he wanted but not when he felt his cock throbbing only at the taste of your pussy, not when you were invading all his senses as he buried his face between your plush thighs, sucking harshly on your clit.Â
Every moan that came out of your lips only spurred him on to continue, to go harder. When he felt you squirming around, he made sure to grip your thighs and keep them in place for him to have better access to your cunt. The way his skillful tongue was taking turns between playing with your clit, licking up your folds and going inside had you losing your mind already, both hands coming down to tug on his hair as if you wanted to keep him there forever.Â
â- Fuck ! JakeâŠâ
He opened his eyes again at hearing your cries of his name, diving in your lustful gaze. Your parted lips allowed you to whine out everytime his mouth was on you, your cheeks were dusted pink because of the unbearable heat of your body and your hair was a tangled mess, thanks to Jakeâs hands earlier. But to him, you never looked better, an heavenly sight for only him to witness.Â
â- Feels good pretty ?â
You nodded along, a quiet whimper echoing through the room at the loss of contact with his wet muscle.Â
â- Yes ! Yes, so goodâŠâ
Jake knew that, but to hear you say it had a smirk playing on his lips, and you couldnât even be mad about it because he was looking insanely hot doing it. You could feel the pad of his fingers creeping up the skin between your knees and hips, so slowly it made shivers come alive on your whole body. And when he was almost touching your wet folds, he started all over again with your other leg, this time going as far as debuting at your ankle, and coming up even more lazily.Â
â- PleaseâŠ
- Please what, pretty ?
- You know what Iâm talking about !â
Your pouting face was too cute for Jake to not want to tease you more. He loved it when you made him go crazy, loved when you were getting him hard in the most inappropriate situations because you sent him a picture of your boobs. But it was also enjoyable to have you in the palm of his hand, dying for him to touch you. He rested his hands on the insides of your thighs, so close to where you needed him and yet so far away.Â
â- Hum, I donât think so baby, you need to use your words if you want something.â
The grin on his face got even wider when he witnessed the way your hole clenched around nothing at his demanding tone, at his deep, low voice. He suspected that you had a thing for it since you were always biting your lips when he facetimed you early in the morning or late at night with his hoarse voice.Â
â- Come on, donât get shy on me now, you told me a lot more worse before.â
You did. You definitely did with all the filthy texts you exchanged, and all the photos, videos and audios you sent, and your panties which were still sitting in one of his drawers like the ultimate proof of how naughty you were.Â
â- Want your fingersâŠ
- Here we go. That wasn't so difficult, princess, was it ?â
You shook your head no as Jake dived back into your cunt, his lips finding their spot back on your clit, while his hand finally reached your wet folds. His touch was as light as a feather, but still enough to tear a noise out of you, still enough to make you crave more. All it took was a slight tug on the strands of hair you were still gripping and suddenly, you could feel one of his fingers entering you slowly, so as to not hurt you.Â
â- Good ?â
You nodded energetically, releasing a sigh of relief to have something filling your empty pussy, and you didnât even need to tell Jake for him to understand that you wanted more, inserting another finger while still playing with your clit with his tongue. And when he started to pump his fingers in and out, you knew that you wouldnât last long, especially not when he seemed to have figured out exactly how to make you lose your mind. You couldn't stop the noises from coming out of your mouth anymore, pushing Jake's head even closer to your core if that was even possible, grinding on his face as pleasure coursed through your veins and the knot in your stomach snapped.Â
Your breath was knocked out of your lungs, and you almost didn't feel his gentle kisses on your inner thighs to help you come down off your high. What you did feel though was him pulling out his fingers and bringing them to your lips. He smiled sweetly at your obedience, watching you through his lashes as you opened your mouth and let him bury them inside, even moaning around his fingers just like you did around his dick. Â
â- So good for me, fuck, you're so prettyâŠâ
He wanted to lick off your lips the string of saliva connecting them to his fingers, wanted to make out with you and your pussy for the rest of his life. Silence came back in his room, only broken by your heavy breathings, looking into each other's eyes as if you could read your minds.Â
â- Youâre gonna fuck me or not ?â
Your teasing smirk and the challenging tone of your voice brought a grin on his face, which widened at the strangled moan you let out when he grabbed your hips and forced you to turn around, getting you on your knees, ass up and pushing your head down his pillow. He was doing with his hands everything he did with his words : ordering you around, telling you how to place the camera so he had the best view of your dripping cunt, not letting you cum before he did. Without letting you have any more time to think, Jake was pushing the tip of his cock between your folds, sliding right in with how wet you were. You couldnât see him from your position, but you could hear his deep groan as you clenched around him.Â
â- All you need is a little bit of dick to shut your big mouth uh ?â
You wanted to protest, to say no, to answer something that would have made him shut up, but all that came out of your lips was a cry of his name as he thrusted all the way in. If he wasnât holding your hips up, you wouldâve collapsed, overwhelmed by the rush of pleasure in your body at feeling so full suddenly.Â
â- Yeah, thatâs it, just a slut who needs to be fucked.â
As much as Jake wanted to sound composed, his voice was shaking, and the moan that left him just after was really far from composed. The feeling of your tight, warm, velvety walls had him wondering why he waited so long before fucking you because it had to be what heaven felt like. Slowly, he pulled his cock out, only to thrust back inside roughly, the sound of your whimpers mingling with his deep groans.Â
â- Fuck ! Youâre perfect for my cock, pretty little pussy.â
At this point, you could only whine in his pillow, mumbling on and on about how good he felt, about how you had wanted this for so long. And Jake wanted to be cocky about it, wanted to tease you for being so desperate for his cock, but he wasnât doing any better, barely resisting the urge of painting your walls white on the spot. You had told him so many times over text and even during your calls how much you wanted him to fuck you raw, how much you needed him to fill you up to the brim, it was the only thing he could think about right now.Â
â- You want me to fill you up with my cum ? Is that what you want ?â
You moaned in response, your brain too mushy to think about anything else than the way the tip of his cock was hitting your sweet spot over and over. But that didnât seem to satisfy him as he pulled on your hair, yanking your head back. Another noise fell out of your lips at his rough actions and you could feel the smirk on his lips when they brushed against your ear while he was talking.Â
â- Words pretty.
- Yes, fuck ! I want your cum Jake, want it all, please !â
- Such a good little slut, shit !â
You felt your eyes watering again with the increasing speed of Jakeâs thrusts, the rush of pleasure through your body too good to resist anymore. Your orgasm washed over you before you could even register it, leaving you a moaning and incoherent mess in his hold. The feeling of your cunt getting even more tight was enough for Jake to cum too, spilling his load inside of you with a throaty groan.Â
You were tired, but still, the tingling sensation in your core was there. You wanted more of his cock, more of his moans, more of his hands on you, more of him. A quiet whine fell from your lips when Jake started kissing your back up and down, his hands caressing your hips to soothe the skin he had marked. And you knew all of this was supposed to be sweet and caring, but all it did was turn you on even more, your cunt squeezing his cock that was still buried inside. You felt some of his cum spilling out and sliding down your thighs, followed closely by a swear from Jake.
â- Youâre getting me hard again prettyâŠâ
You turned your head to look at him, cheeks flushed and eyes glossy, lips swollen and red from his kisses, and hair a mess because of his hands. And Jake could swear it was the most divine youâve ever looked - when he had just ruined you.
â- Let me ride you then.Â
- Fuck, yes.â
You chuckled at his eagerness when he pulled out from your leaking cunt, trying not to drool at the sight as he plopped down on his bed, grabbing your thighs and bringing you on his lap. But you couldnât really make fun of him when you had dreamt about this for just as long. You traced along the marks that already started to blossom on his skin, grinning proudly at your work and loving how sensitive Jake was, taking a deep breath as you took his cock in your hand, brushing the tip against your entrance.Â
â- Y/N⊠PleaseâŠâ
The way the word came so easily to him paired with his whine of your name convinced you to not make him wait any longer and to sink on his dick instead, both of you moaning at the feeling. It felt so much deeper this way, and you knew only from the photos that he was big, but you were only acknowledging just how much now.Â
â- Feels so good Jake, love your big cockâŠâ
He desperately wanted to answer something, wanted to tell you how delicious you were, but you took his breath away when you started rocking your hips back and forth. And suddenly, the only thing he was able to think about was you. His hands were on your waist, but he didnât have enough consciousness left to even help you bounce up and down, simply staring at you, mesmerized.Â
A flood of dirty words was coming out of your mouth, praising him and his dick, telling him how good he felt, how handsome he was. And Jake loved the attention, loved to feel your hands dangerously close to his neck, close enough for him to want your fingers wrapped around his throat, close enough for you to purposely restrict his breathing a little without really choking him. Only the squelching of your mixed juices and the ones of your cries of pleasure could be heard in the room, both of you too fucked out to care about anything else than your release.Â
â- Can I cum inside again, pretty, please ? Please, let meâŠ
- Yes, want it so bad !â
Jake closed his eyes as he felt his orgasm approaching, lifting his hips to meet your thrusts. He was only able to do it a few times before his cock twitched, cumming deep inside. He kept you down on his lap until he felt on the verge of passing out. The erotic moans and whimpers he let out triggered your own climax, and everything was even more intense because of the slight overstimulation. You grinned your hips against him a few more times before your arms and legs gave out and you collapsed on top of him, his arms immediately wrapping around your sweaty body.Â
You closed your eyes for a moment, and you were almost ready to fall asleep when Jake moved you off of him and stood up. You whined and grabbed him by his wrist, trying to pull him back to the bed with you.Â
â- Iâm just going to take something to clean us up pretty, Iâll be quick, promise.â
Jake smiled fondly at your pouty lips before kissing them and running to the bathroom to find a towel. He rapidly cleaned your skin, delicately whipping it down and handed you one of his shirts to cover up when he saw you shiver. He discarded the towel on the floor, not having the energy to do anything else than going to sleep with you in his arms right now. He slipped under the covers after having put on some shorts.Â
You directly snuggled up to him, hiding your face in his neck and breathing his scent in. And Jake couldnât help the big smile stretching out his lips when he tightened his hold around your waist and distinctly heard you hum against his skin.
â- Y/N ?â
You lifted your head when he broke the comfortable silence that had settled between the two of you, taking in his soft smile, his shiny eyes and his disheveled hairs. Maybe he had looked more put together before, but to you, he was the most beautiful like this.Â
â- Will you be my girlfriend ?â
And you couldnât help but reciprocate his smile and shake your head. Sometimes, he was very silly. Sometimes, he could be considered childish. But he was able to bring back sunshine when your days were filled with gray clouds, and he could make you laugh anytime you felt down. Your hands came up to cup his face, delicately brushing your thumbs against his cheekbones.Â
â- You know, youâre very charming Jake Sim, itâs hard to resist you.â
This time, it was him who hid in your neck, holding you even tighter if it was possible. And you giggled heartedly, a sound that Jake would never get sick of hearing. And maybe he had lost your game, but he had won something even more precious.Â
BONUS :Â
You picked up your phone when getting out of the store, holding a little plastic bag with everything you needed to cook a delicious breakfast for you and Jake. Speaking of whom, you had a bunch of messages from him, asking where you were, and if you had ran away. Texts saying how sorry he was if he was too pushy last night, that he would let you as much time as you wanted if it was what you needed. And endless apologies, over and over. You only answered with a quick message letting him know that you would be back quickly.
Meanwhile, Jake was really panicking. When he woke up and felt the space beside him empty and that your clothes werenât littering the floor of his bedroom anymore, all remnants of sleepiness left his body, immediately looking around the apartment to see if you were anywhere. It was stupid, he knew it, if you had left, it was certainly for a good reason, but he couldnât help asking himself if maybe you had come to the conclusion that you didnât want to be with him. He sat down on one of the kitchen stools, biting his nails while waiting for you to say something else but you didnât, and stress took over him again.Â
When you pushed the door open, you were only met with Jake's worried look waiting for you in the kitchen. He was only wearing the same pair of gray sweatpants as last night and you couldnât stop your mind from going back to how good it all felt, but the object of your fantasies stopped your thoughts from going too far.
â- Where were you !?Â
- I was at the store down the street, to buy us breakfast.â
You lifted your bag and dropped it on the kitchen counter before making your way over to Jake until you could run your fingers through his hair. The hands of the boy came up to rest on your waist, only noticing now that you were wearing his clothes, his heart beating faster at the view.Â
â- Didnât you see my note ?â
You looked around and saw that it was still where you had left it, immediately showing it to Jake who was getting more and more embarrassed for getting so worked up over something so stupid.Â
â- Iâm sorry, I just thought that maybe you didnât mean what you said last night and that you realized that this morning and decided to leaveâŠâ
Jake hesitantly looked up at your face to find you smiling fondly at him. You leaned down to place a kiss on his lips, and another one, and another one, until you had peppered his whole face with kisses and made him giggle shyly.
â- Youâre an idiot if you think youâre going to get away from me so easily, Iâm not letting you go.Â
- Good, because I donât want you to.â
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in which everybody knows just how whipped your long distance boyfriend is for you
contains: social media!au, student!reader (21-22), whipped!lando who spoils you a bunch, a short little thing because i love writing for lando, this is purely self indulgent lmao; but to my requests dw im certainly getting to them
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landonorris goddamn
landonorris first
bsfsinstagram this is getting out of hand
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landonorris how are you so beautiful??
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landonorris heâs a lucky guy
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luv4lando lando always having post notifications on for yn is so boyfriend of him đđ
user hes literally head over heels for her
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lando.jpg tfw when u miss ur girlfriend but sheâs across the world
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danielricciardo my man my man my man lookin ass
landonorris my girl my girl my girl , and what about it?
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yourinstagram call me call me call me
landonorris yes maâam đ
user lando seems like the type to mention his relationship at any moment and iâm here for it
oscarpiastri he does đ
landonorris you act like it bothers you
oscarpiastri i just listen because i canât tell you to shut up
user omg iâve just gotten into watching f1 but whoâs this?
user landoâs girlfriend! heâs head over heels whipped for her
bsfsinstagram please stop facetiming her while weâre trying to study âčïž
user get you a man like lando norris
yourinstagram heâs a one of a kind, but good luck trying!
user nothing was more sweet than watching landoâs post race interview when he said his celebratory plans were going home and facetiming y/n
user need this kind of love in my life asap đ©
my man đïž
are you back from the beach?
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mhm, just made some dinner
wanna see the photos i took?
my man đïž
the answerâs the same every time babe
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iâm screaming into my pillow and kicking my feet rn
my man đïž loved an image
my man đïž loved an image
my man đïž
holy shit yn
đ©đ©đ©
is that the dress i sent you??
shit, it looks good, you look so good in it
im glad i bought it
youâre the prettiest woman iâve ever seen
you
lando omg
stop it stop it
my man đïž
i cant praise my girlfriend?
i should buy you more things
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please donât đ
this was more than enough iâm so in love with it
my man đïž
if i canât see you i can at least spoil you
i was going to get you a van cleef stack, what colour did you want?
you
lando norris.
i donât need a van cleef bracelet.
my man đïž
what about some heels?
you
youâve already got me a bunch, my closet is begging for more space
how about you get me podium on your race in singapore?
i cant wait to watch tomorrow
my man đïž
well thatâs already a guaranteed
iâll just surprise you đ€
you
okay love đ€
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user awe the photo from his stream earlier đ„ș
user HELP when he saw that y/n was watching he got so smiley and excited
bsfsinstagram not the partynextdoor lyric
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landonorris im coming.
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user the period???
danielricciardo is this shade đ€
yourinstagram most definitely not daniel, get off my page
bsfsinstagram danielricciardo you can get onto mine instead đ
user realer than real
user does anyone else thinks sheâs always too quick to show off her body, like she barely wears any clothing
landonorris shut up
bsfsinstagram shut up
oscarpiastri shut up
danielricciardo shut up
user omg if i was that user i would have no choice but to stop living bc how u get cussed out four times back to back
my man đïž
you shouldnât worry about that comment angel
itâs been a few days, they took it down
you
i know, lots of people say it anyway
it shouldnât bother me
my man đïž
itâs okay if it bothers you
but donât change because of it
i like what you wear
i actually love it
you
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of course you like it
you like everything about me
my man đïž
why wouldnât it?
youâre so smart and kind
and fucking beautiful
i won the lottery
so donât change yourself to fit a randoâs wants
who the hell even are they
you
i love you so much
i wish you were here right now
my man đïž
yeah, me too
but i got you that gift i was talking about
it should have arrived by now
you
oh i didnât even notice
my man đïž
yeah they said they dropped it off at your door
you
okay iâll go check, iâll facetime you in a bit to try it on
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user lando standing on business norris
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danielricciardo are you not the gift in question lando
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landonorris đ§đ· with this stinker
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user the differences in their posts are taking me outtt
yourinstagram why would you post that
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Omfggg ur writing is SO unbelievably good i love it sm đđđ
I got kind of a prompt for a sub!vox x gn (maybe afab) reader âš Okay so what if, since we all know vox is OBVIOUSLY a bratty bottom, the reader fucks the brattiness out of him? And he goes from trying to be a dom, to resistant bottom, to bratty bottom, to just begging to come with all his life, maybe even crying cuz the reader wonât let him
TYSM!!!! im glad you think my writingâs good â€ïžALSO FINALLY A VOX REQ AGHH
i have like 50094949 drafts for like all of the other stuff in my inbox but i just have to write this vox fic first ok im self indulgent i apologize đ
âvox x gn!reader
âincludes : sub!vox, dom!reader, light bondage, edging
vox is so obvious.
he clearly has a thing for control. a need, a desire. it was practically his core personality trait. yet, heâs most certainly not made to wield it.
sure, he can try and sweet talk you, saying sultry things and bragging about his power in order to get you to feel below his level. but you know how frail that persona is. a single slip up, and it would all come crashing down into deafening static.
which, was almost impressively easy to do.
his claw-like fingers runs up your neck, one of them stopping at your cheek as he smirked. if he wasnât careful, he could fuck up and draw blood. he was tip-toeing the small line here.
a small line that if he crossed, youâd switch up this silly little game immediately, taking the control of the show and making him the contestant.
live only for you.
but, you entertain his farce of dominance, a smile playing on your lips as you see what he has in storeâŠif he had anything, that is.
âyouâve been waiting for me all day, havenât you?â he asks, clearly rhetorical as he caresses your cheek gently, his voice steady as he speaks. he leads you down to the bed with teeth raking your neck as he crawls over you. thereâs something fun about watching him try and fluster you, to get you to say the things he wants. but you were no people pleaser.
âperhaps. unfortunately i canât say the same for you,â you respond, your smile forming into more of a smirk at the ends of your lips as your hands snake around his delicate waist, tightening around it like a corset.
you can already see the hesitation in his eyes, the brief moment of surprise at your sudden grasp. it was too easy to surprise this man. itâs a wonder he hasnât exploded yet.
âwhat do you mean by that?â he asks, his eyebrows furrowing in both nervousness and curiosity, almost like he didnât want to know. the fingers on your cheek seem to barely just get too rough as he looked at you.
âdonât act like i didnât hear you in the office this morning, moaning my name like some prayer,â you mock, your knee slotting between his legs with ease. vox keels over at the sudden feeling, a sharp gasp getting punched out of his system with little effort.
âimpatient.â
âwhatâs the big deal? am i not allowed to jerk off anymore?â he complains, bringing himself back up to his hand and knees over you as he glares with indignation.
âi told you to wait.â
âand i donât remember needing to!â vox snarled, the grasp on your face tightening until you saw him pull it away, a droplet of blood adorning his finger.
simply unacceptable.
instantly, with a loud yelp of complaint and confusion, he hits the mattress with a thud, cursing in annoyance as he looks up at you. his face, once filled with irritation, shifted into one of almost astonished fear as he gazed upon your expression, cold and unforgiving.
âiâll make you remember.â
his screen flickers before going back to normal, his face scrunched up in anger as he spat out his unwise words.
âiâd like to see you try.â
so, try you did.
his hands were cuffed with plush handcuffs to the bed-frameâyou know he wouldnât be able to handle real onesâand of course since he was never good with self-control, he had a cock ring on as a âtreatâ.
youâre delighted by how much of a fight he puts up though. considering how fragile his ego is, you were sure that heâd melt into your hands the moment you bound him to the bed.
âthis is your plan?â vox rolled his eyes, watching you pour lubricant on your fingers with an unimpressed look. ânot very impressive. youâll need moreângh! shit! give a guy some warningâ!â
âbeggars canât be choosers.â
âi donât fucking begâ!â
âyou will.â
there was no mercy from that point forth. one finger after the other, shocks of electricity would course through his veins, mouth agape as your quick hand inside kept making him feel sparks of pleasure through his entire body.
âlet meâcum! assâzzâhole!â he shouted, tugging at the handcuffs to no avail. he wanted to touch himself so bad, yet you were adamant.
âif you ask nicely, maybe,â you tell him, circling your fingers before pressing deep onto that electric spot again, making him cry out in frustration and enjoyment.
all he could do was shoot you a disgusted look before yelling once more, kicking the blanket underneath him in exasperation. his anguish crackled through his veins like a current, trying to fight the urge to just submit.
but it was all too much. he was weak, even if he convinces all of hell that heâs not, he wouldnât be able to fool you. the bucks of your fingers were replaced with the movement of your hips, making him wail for more.
an hour had passed, and his indignant claims of âi donât feel anything!â or âyouâll never get me to beg!â shifted into more pleasant glitching screams of âdonât stop!â and âplease, more!â
finally, he was using his manners.
âlet me cumâpleâzzâse! i c-canâtâ!â vox cried out as you quicken the pace, thrashing underneath you with his legs now wrapped around your waist, holding for dear life as you drive into him.
âiâhicâmm! âm sâzzâsorry! âmsorry-AH! sorry!â his back curves off the bed as he squirms, crying in earnest now. tears fell his face with broken pixels blinking in and out underneath, his screen cutting at random points to an error warning from the overstimulation.
âpathetic,â you spit out, your hands digging into his hips as you practically manhandled the man, making him move once he lost all the energy to match your movements. âyou listen to me. you do what i say, and you donât talk back.â
you hear him shriek desperately as you grab his cock, red and weeping as you overwhelm him with pleasure, but never letting him over the edge.
âdo you understand? youâre mine.â
you run your finger underneath his tip, and you see him glitch out into an expression you truly loved.
his screen was tear stained and his were graphics broken, yet it was clear enough to see the hypnotizing hearts that pulsated in his eyes as he yelled in defeat, small whimpers leaving his ruined throat as he babbled on and on.
âyours! yourâyours! nghâ! please! plâlet me cum! pleaâzzâoh, FUCK!â
his whole body trembles from need like electricity burned his skin. his legs fall from your waist, too weak to hold them around you anymore, yet you catch them, pushing the underside of his thighs until he was folded in half.
âcum for me then.â
instantly, vox does as you say as you slip the cock ring off of him, his wails loud enough to shake the room as he finds his release. his screen completely blanks out for a second as a shock flitters around his wrists, frying the cuffs and making them break into two before slumping back down to the bed.
you canât even scold him for letting his powers go rampant before he pulls you over him, wrapping his arms around you as he sniffles into your ear.
âthank youâhicâthankâŠthankâŠâ
this big baby. you sigh, rubbing your hands on his sides gently as you kiss his cheek. âyeah, yeah. just remember this the next time you think about acting out, okay?â you said quietly, feeling him nod into your shoulder as he starts to slowly relax.
but as per usual, he apparently forgets what you taught him in the next week.
fortunately, youâre a patient teacher. and youâll remind him again and again about the lessons he foolishly dismisses.
sorry that this is shit đ i tried my best but the writing juices arent flowing this weekđ hopefully this weekend i wont have writerâs block and will blast through all yallâs reqs!! trust me, im working on them <3
tags: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @drlucichen @mvskedxrtist
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jersey boy â JM6
pairing: john marino x fem!reader
warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), swearing, slight degradation, praise, semi-public, like slight voyeurism, established relationship, not proofread!!
synopsis: he just looked too hot not to fuck at the stadium series [<1k]
a/n: completely self indulgent whilst i was in the middle of writing the barzy fic which is why its so short đ
they were riding the high from the win, nico and nate getting two goals each, john getting his 100th career win and of course a devils win, what wasn't there to celebrate?
that sentiment was how you found yourself now, johns lips pressed against your pulse point, leaving wet red marks in their wake, your gasps bouncing off the confined walls of the bar bathroom. you barely keep your hands off of him, how could you when he looked that fucking good?
"john-" you thread your fingers through his hair, the curls he was beginning to free recently not doing well to help your obsession with pulling on the dark strands, a breathy moan falling from your lips in the sound of his name.
eventually you managed to get him to detach his lips from your neck, instead slotting over your own, your back pressed against the sink counter, john's hands wandering your body as if for the first time, pawing at the clothes he earlier deemed too little and now far too much. "you gonna let me fuck you here, hm?" his hand ran down the side of your cheek, taunting you, a mocking tone to his words.
"please." your voice was just above a whisper, shame seeping into your words, the realisation that his friends, his teammates, were just outside and could interrupt at any moment, hear you at any moment.
"gonna need you to be real quiet, okay?" his hands found home on your hips, lifting you up onto the counter, your back pressed against the cool glass, goosebumps rising on your legs as the bottom of your dressed had already bunched up below your waist. âdonât want them to hear you do you?â shaking your head, he smiled.
he was quick to undo the belt around his waist, pushing down the trousers he was wearing enough to free himself, tip already leaking pre-cum, begging for you to touch him. "wait." john's eyes snapped up to meet yours, worry pooling in them, nearly sobering him up with the fear he'd done something or that you were having second thoughts. "wanna touch you, please."
"you can touch me whenever you fucking want to, baby." he groaned, watching the way you dropped your feet back onto the bar floor, and the way your eyes never left him as you got down onto your knees in front of him, the subconscious act of licking your lips driving him fucking crazy.
there was something about the way he towered over you when you were on your knees that turned you on like nothing else, knowing he could manhandle your body like a rag doll if he wanted to, fuck yeah you wanted him to do that to you. your hand stroked lazily, feeling him harden in your hand and he sucked in a breath when you swiped your thumb over his tip.
swirling your tongue around the tip, a groan fell from his lips, joined by a chorus of swear words when you took him fully in your mouth, his hand immediately finding the back of your hair and forming a makeshift ponytail, preventing you from moving as his hips moved to meet your own movement. "just like that, shit."
you managed to look up, seeing just the underside of his neck as his head lolled back, eyes screwed shut. the sound of you gagging only egged him on, his thrusts becoming harsher, tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. moaning around him, the vibrations ran through his whole body, feeling his thigh clenching under the hand you used for support.
"don't stop, fucking don't." john was doing most of the movement now, holding your head still as he fucked into your mouth, using you for his own pleasure. "so good to me-" you can feel his cock twitching in your mouth, always a tell tale sign that he was close, all it taking was pushing your head down till he repeatedly hit the back of your throat for him to release down it, keeping you there so nothing spills.
john intertwined his fingers with your own, lifting you up from your knees and giving you a few seconds to recovers before his lips were back on yours, softer this time, like he was in less of a rush. âlooked so good today johnny.â you spoke against his lips, pulling them between yours before he could reply.
a knock at the door broke you apart, words you couldnât quite make out but you knew the gist of what they were saying, and you were thoroughly embarrassed they totally knew what was going on.
âgonna have to wait till we get home to show me just how how good i looked then huh?â johnâs voice broke into a small laugh, the first of you to leave the bathroom as he let you touch up the makeup on your face that had been completely ruined, mascara pooled at the corner of your eyes.
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könig headcanons
warnings: afab!reader, mentions of unprotected sex, oral sex, thigh riding and fucking, and an (accidentally) broken condom lol
A/N: this is so self indulgent LMFAO. can you believe i've had this sitting in my drafts for over three weeks? i hope y'all enjoy bc there's not enough content for this man fr! gif not mine :)
will use your fingers as a human fidget toy
he likes to rub his chin when heâs thinking real hard about something
loves grapes (green ones only, and they have to be cold)
the left corner of his nose constantly gets dry for whatever reason so heâs always needing to put extra lotion there
hums under his breath without realizing it and it's the cutest thing ever. especially if heâs alone with you, or if heâs just relaxed and in his element
he really loves to cook but he's too lazy to do the cleanup after he's done
has better than 20/20 eyesight; idk, i just feel deep in my soul that he does
if he's lying on his stomach and you start rubbing his back or scratching it, he'll literally melt it is the most relaxing thing in the world to him
his morning voice is super deep and raspy. i feel so strongly about this it just has to be true
is a snob about bread. he just likes a nice warm loaf of well baked bread okay?
when you first started dating, it would sometimes scare him when he would wake up in the middle of the night and see you lying there peacefully next to him; he had never shared a bed with someone else before so it took him a while to get used to itÂ
but once he does he literally will treat you like a human body pillow. which sounds cute in theory but it's not đ like if you need to go pee in the middle of the night, good luck getting yourself untangled from him without waking him up (spoiler alert: it's not really possible to do bc he's the lightest sleeper on planet earth). you can either hold it or deal with a groggy and slightly grumpy könig the next day lolol
is the clingiest bf ever. if you let him, könig will sit on the floor next to you while youâre in the bath and hold your hand if you dangle it off the side of the tub while you watch a show together
speaking of baths this man hates taking them. he's never found a tub big enough to fit him so he just doesn't bother. he hates when his skin gets super wrinkly from being in water for too long anyways
loves to put a bunch of creamers and sweeteners in his coffee. the first time you took him to starbucks he was like a kid in a candy shop when you told him all the different flavored syrups that they had
doesn't like swimming; i mean he knows how to do it (bc of his job) but it's not his favorite thing to do. he feels like the water is always working against him lol
yeah he has social anxiety but when he's with you? especially once he gets comfy with you? yeah that's a different man entirely
like he loves to tease you constantly, is very cocky, and is super funny in a witty dry humor type of way
is absolutely the type of boyfriend to keep a joke going once he sees you're laughing really hard at it just so he can continue to hear your laugh :,)
know how to make jams from scratch for some reason; his favorites are peach and strawberry jam
one time he finished making a fresh batch of jams; you tied cute little ribbons around the jars and jokingly said you were "proud of the jams we made"
könig shaking his head because you didn't do shit except for stir a few times and sneak some tastes when you *thought* he wasn't looking (he's always looking)
buuuut he loves you so he plays along and tells you that you did amazing
makes fun of you if you like to watch cheesy or dumb shows but then 10 minutes later he's on the couch next to you, fully invested and asking you who the characters are and what's going on in the plot
is bad at sharing his food. even with you. he's more than happy to get you seconds but just don't touch his food, alright?
love language is đąPHYSICAL TOUCHđą
followed by acts of service and quality time obviously. but yeah... the man is handsy. better get used to it
nsfw
first time you guys did it, it was awkward but in a really cute way. he was very, very nervous but also overly confident at the same time somehow? it was a potent mix
he'd watched porn before and gotten himself off but he didn't really know what to expect irl. he just knew that he wanted to make you feel good
when you tried to put one of the condoms you had on him, it broke. this man is huge so EVERY part of him is huge. like it just split clean in half đ and he turned bright red and started apologizing profuselyÂ
it was super intense up until that happened and you just started bursting into giggles which just made him grab your neck and kiss you to shut you up
that laughter turned into moaning real quick mhm
you eventually just told him to pull out and you would take a morning-after pill just in case; the prospect of fucking you without a condom made him more excited than he wanted to admitÂ
has a ridiculous amount of stamina, we're talking three rounds at the absolute LEAST
LOVES thigh fucking and cannot get enough of it. especially since he can go for a lot of rounds, and if you tire more easily, he loves it as an alternative. something about cumming all over your thighs sends him into overdrive
speaking of thighs, thigh riding? oh yeah. that'll do it for him. that'll do it! his eyes would go so wide with awe at the fact that he could make you feel that good without doing anything. especially if you wrap your hands around his neck and you're so close to his face that your noses are touching; you're panting and trying your hardest not to moan loudly so no one else will hear? he's gonna fucking fall apart
whenever he's on top of you, he's infinitely careful to not put all of his weight own you, despite you telling him multiple times that you wouldn't mind and that you could handle it
dirty talk would get him flustered but at the same time, he'd have the stupidest grin on his face if you did itÂ
if you wear lingerie he'll like- he'll literally die and go to heaven. especially the fancy ones with the garters and the stockings, even though he has absolutely zero clue how they work. like i'm imagining him sitting on the edge of the bed, you standing in front of him and staring right into his eyes as you guide his hands to the garters to take the stockings off (JUST GAVE MYSELF BUTTERFLIES LEMME RUN A LAP REAL QUICK)
okay i'm back where were we
i feel like what he does after you're done sort of depends on you. like if you get a huge burst of energy after sex and you wanna stay up and talk he will totally do it. but also if you're the type of person that immediately falls asleep after he'll go right to sleep with you
if heâs on top and you dig your fingers into his biceps he will bust right then and there. trust me.
THIS MAN EATS PUSSY FOR PLEASURE PERIOD. i will not accept any other truth. heâll literally grind down into the sheets while heâs eating you out and has probably accidentally came a few times from doing so. he especially loves when your thighs squeeze around his head, and all the pretty little noises you make when he does it. as soon as he can tell youâre close he starts to give you the most intense eye contact while heâs doing it and itâll probably send you over the edge
he loves being on top because he can cage you in and he has access to your neck to give it non-stop kisses and hickeys
but on the other hand he also loves it when you're on top; his hands will never leave your hips and he'll be gripping onto them like his life depends on it
when he cums, he cums hard and a lot. it's basically like a fountain... sometimes, when he does it while he's still inside of you, there'll be so much that it actually leaks out of you and onto the bed
was kind of self conscious about it and felt bad for making a mess until you told him it was nothing to be embarrassed about and it had actually turned you way on
for someone that doesn't prefer to talk all that much outside, this man is--whew. he is vocal like he is fucking paid to do it. especially when he's about to cum or if you're on top of him. this is a man that is not afraid to moan fr fr.
he's always asking you if you're okay and if what he's doing feels good to you. "is this alright?" is a sentence you've heard countless times and yet it still gives you goosebumps always
unspoken rule that if you're wearing his clothes you're gonna get fucked right then and there đ just accept it. könig seeing his SO in his clothes is always gonna do it for him!
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đ Some important tips for each Nakshatra : Never to Do Tips đ
DISCLAIMER The author name is at the end. I do not remember where I found it unfortunately (it was in my notes app for months fr đ) tho I know I am supposed to share my knowledge as much as I can and not be a gatekeeper so here it is . I hope it will help you (if you know the author let me know too with the name down below) đ
Ashwini : Never loose an opportunity to help people in your life, you will meet and learn some very important techniques from a reputed and respected person.
Bharani : Do not share your secrets with anyone. Self control is must.
Krittika : Stand by Truth. Do not entertain, liars, fakers or cheaters or not even try to possess those traits.
Rohini : Don't get too much attached with anything, attachment will cause havoc.
Mrigashira : Do not get disconnected with your parents or family.
Ardra : Learn to work under distractions and pressure. Stay calm in chaos.
Punarvasu : Never disobey Dharma (purpose), always stick to your commitments, you get divine support of universe.
Pushya : Do not ignore your family or your dear one needs while handling bigger responsibilities or social cause. Take out time for them.
Ashlesha : Never misuse your power & Never Curse anyone.
Magha : Never ignore your Pitris (your ancestors). Always do charity in their names.
Purva Phalguni : Avoid getting too much indulgent in pleasures, do your duty faithfully.
Uttara Phalguni : Never break your relationship & Be Kartavya Prayan (loyal).
Hasta : Never get carried away with failure, that's ladder of success for you.
Chitra : Never doubt your potential & don't act impulsive, else you will end up hurting with self.
Swati : Do not poke powerful authorities. Try to stay away from leg pulling.
Vishaka : Never leave the Marg of Bhakti (total faith and devotion) ïżŒïżŒ& Keep remembering Bhagwan (the Most High/God).
Anuradha: Never get distracted with too much darkness, sooner or later it's worth experiencing.
Jyeshta : Never misuse your authorities & power, one single mistake can ruin everything.
Mula : Don't get panic, when burdened with lots of negativity, that's the process of bringing clarity, like storm before calm.
Purva Ashadha : Not every war is to win, some are supposed to lift you up. In both victory or defeat you gonna be the same.
Uttara Ashadha : Following Dharma (career/purpose) is right but having a superiority complex can harm you in longer run.
Shravana : Tied up with lots of responsibilities & helplessness, we are born to live or die for a divine purpose, just give your best.
Dhanishta : Never boast or avoid beating the drum of success before its completion.
Shatabhisha : Never sell your soul for gains and profit. Things will turn negative for you.
Purva Bhadrapada : Never rush into conclusion cause what looks on the surface might not be real, try to see deep within. There lies solution.
Uttara Bhadrapada : Simplicity beautifies you, wear it and own it.
Revati : You are the Messenger of God & Bhakt (faith/worship/love). Showing path to directionless people is your real gem. Never sell superstition or blind faiths.
Author :
Mann ki Baat Trishna
Note from the author : Above points are just an observation with my best of understanding.
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mind writing for the Earthrealm men getting caught masturbating by the reader??đ
mk1 hcs: how the earthrealm guys react to getting caught đ„© đđŸ by reader
warnings: suggestive; a lil steamy, i play too much (was sick and ovulating while writing this help me god), GERAS SPOTTED???
reverse roles here
Johnny Cage
Left the door open on purpose. WIDE OPEN. There he lied on his silk linens, blasting Marvin Gaye and going to town without taking his eyes off the door. Honestly wouldn't be surprised if he added a sexy ninja mime (i will never stop referencing past games) to act out him getting caught
When you "catch" him all you can do is facepalm, but it's outta love. Expect to have him let loose 50 cheesy pick up lines, dick in hand and all. Like he would still jerk it like he wasn't stuttering over his words once you took over
If you join the cheesy line fun, he may or may not cum on the spot. He loves when you're playful back. And tease him a lot. But like. Way more than he teases you. He can and will fall in love all over again (he will also bust quickly to this too. MULTIPLE times)
Raiden
This cutie pie. Snookums bbg. Blushing like a fool because you managed to overhear him utter your name multiple times in a hushed voice dripping with lust
I fully see him falling out of his bed and scrambling to pull his covers down with him just to cover his lower half. He gets even more nervous when he sees you not even attempting to leave, but instead having an inviting look on your face
Cue the comically loud gulp sound effect. His pretty brown eyes never left your figure, sitting on the hardwood floor with a painful erection between his thighs under a rather comfortable blanket. You'd have to ask if he wants help from your own lips, otherwise no sound would be in the room other than steady breathing and his heart thumping loud as hell (he says yes at the speed of light)
Smoke
Deer in headlights. One minute ago he was furiously zerkin it like there was no tomorrow, slutty sounds escaping his lips with no shame. Now he's like...oh...! You heard that..? Ahahah..
Would apologize so many times he ends up doing it in Czech. Please tell him it's okayđIn fact you'd only shut him up by telling him it was hot
Activates self indulgence beam I think...he'd be into it if you told him to finish what he started. Like sitting in a chair and watching him and he's not allowed to close his eyes- IM GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF (fic idea huehue)(if you write it before me, tag me.) But also albeit he stumbles over his words, he'd find some sort of way to ask for your help
Geras
WHAT!!! GERAS I KNOW WTF WHAT yeah he may be an immortal being but the man has his own needs. And is it even a question like...you're wondering how THAT fits in his hand like jesus christ you're going to kill someone sir (i got next)
It's nothing extravagant. He wasn't summoned by Liu Kang for a while, so he figured why not? He doesn't get much time to himself so let's crank one real quick đ
Think of any scene from mk11 where he got "hurt" and was grunting, that's the sounds he was making and you could hear it through his door. But you thought he was hurt, so you came through the door just to be greeted by a SNAKE in his grip
Surprisingly calm...almost too calm...did he predict this? Who knows, all we know is you interrupted him and would definitely like your help. Does not shy away from this request too but that's how we like it đ
Liu Kang
A similar incident with Geras. You overheard him while you wandered through his mansion trying to find and surprise him. So when you finally found his bedroom door and barged in, thinking he needed help, there he was dick in hand and completely unexpecting
He would try to remain calm but it would be clear as day that he was nervous. He'd quickly cover up with a pillow and give a small smile, asking if you needed anything like he wasn't shirtless and heart pumping at mach speeds
In his mind was like a static sound as he tried to focus on not getting hard again looking at you, feeling a little guilty as he couldn't help his instincts. I guess the God contract never said escaping from mortal desires! You offer to join the fun and he's like HUH...well, if you insist! (again he looks calm but is very, very excited, i promise)
Kung Lao
He had been schmeat beating after his long days of training so this isn't a new occurrence for him. But obviously, you've never walked in on him before. He was always able to get it done before he saw or met with you
Normally you rendezvous to Madam Bo's but you're like hm, why not bring him something to eat since you know he had a long day! Once you entered it didn't take you long to hear him calling your name from his room, so naturally you thought he knew you were here. But...it started to become like a chant. His voice breathy and deep (save me shaolin monk save me-) So when you check it out you find him with his head thrown back, hair messy and coated in sweat
The favoritism is leaking through the screen LMFAOOO He heard the door creak and yelped, asking why you were there so early out of breath you held the to-go bag in your hands with pure shock, immediately getting the idea to tease the shit out of him. He does it to you all the time, why not return the favor?! And he's like well?? Are you gonna help??? UH YA I WAS GETTING TO THATđčđč
Scorpion
Kuai Liang rarely ever has the time to even talk to you, let alone talk to himself! So one of the few times he didn't think you were showing up to the temple but he had time to himself that he didn't think would last very long, he just needed to relieve his own stress real quick
Damn, he forgot he invited you to the temple since it was a slow day. You were appointed to his room by one of the recruits and sang his name, opening the door to the sound of squelching and panting
Your little song came to a stop at the same time of his gasp; eyes locked on yours. He wanted to smile, and drop everything to greet you like the situation wasn't what it was, but before he could even begin to hide himself you calmly close the door and watch his demeanor quickly switch to smug...it's gonna be a long day for the both of youđźâđš
Sub-Zero
I'm using the same scenario from my first bi-han fic bc i said so, bite me!
He was avoiding you because he couldn't control himself around you any longer. The more he thought about you and how you pissed him off to great lengths before has him wanting to do terrible...terrible things (shoutout loki)(i've never seen loki) but he must suffice with pleasuring himself to the thought of you, the way your voice rang in his head, and how hot you looked patching up his injuries
When you caught him oh he was so sexually frustrated he couldn't think straight, panically pulling you into his room dick swinging and all. The scowl on his face didn't match the pink blush that was starting to form at how you looked at him. Why you were at his door is the least of his concerns, if you don't help him take care of this right now he might lose his mind đ„č
Kenshi Takahashi
He wasn't supposed to be last but I accidentally clicked on a tumblr notification and lost my notes on him so. LETS TRY THIS SHIT AGAIN.
When you caught him he was so so embarrassed. Don't let the calm and hot and sexy demeanor fool you, when it came to you it's like he's a clone; unrecognizable. He was stuttering and trying to justify whatever you just saw but then also asks why you showed up unannounced
You explain he said to come around this time a few days ago to spend some time together, and now he was mentally kicking himself bc how could he forget something so simple?! But hey, the fact that you weren't even budging, and even approaching him with a smile on your face told him all he needed to know. And who is he to say no to some help from a fine individual like you???
a/n: cranked this request out for y'all (fic might be posted today) this is a gift from me to you guys đ happy christmas and merry holidays to any and all cultures that do or don't celebrate during this time fr â€ïž
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Summary : waking up with the person that you love is like heaven, even if it present you as a menaceâŠ
Warning ! : idol!au, a lot of fluff, few kisses, reference to suggestive (a bit) Jungkook being the clingiest and teasing boyfriend coded (weakness) you want to kick him out but heâs jk. Comfort, ref to friends to lovers..
A/N : itâs the first time I do a fic like that, will see how it will go đ be indulgent about it pls (low English sorry) love yâall
Muscles on your body felt almost breaking down by all the hard working that you did. Jungkook already told you to stay healthy, stubborn as you are, you want to give all you can do for making people proud of you, specially Jungkook. The biggest point common that you both have is how you work hard for things that you love, but different level, you thought.
The sunlight get on your both naked body covered by the sheet on your bed. Itâs seem for you so long since you really get a real good sleep with all the stress overwhelming you. Despite it, you feel guilty to tell him about it knowing that he certainly work ten times much and harder that you. You want to put yourself on his shoes for not being a selfish one. Though, heâs being here with you since the day one, supporting you and make you laugh on the hardest moment, he was all you could asked for. You both been busy with him and his promotions, and you with your studies and classes. When he was away apart, itâs like a part of you who go with him, itâs not the same when he isnât here..
You turn your face slightly to his side, using his tattooed arm as a pillow. He was sleeping peacefully, good thing that he took the time to rest with all the trip and work that he did. Jungkook is Jungkook, god knows how much he could take with his self, still feeling you good despite all of it. His hair in front of his forehead, sweet cheeks who got the envy to squish them, why does he seem that innocent when he definitely not?
Open his eyes softly, meeting your gaze on him
âKeep sleeping, sorry for waking you babeâ
his sleepy eyes met yours lazily, putting you closer to his bare chest. You canât tell if heâs awake or sleepy. So cute. He hums a bit before getting into his sleep state.
âWhy do you seem so tensed, did you sleep well?â He mumbled calmly
âitâs you that hug me too tight, you can feel my bones at this pointâ tease him softly as caress his cheek. Itâs ridiculously true that Jungkook loves physical touch, always wanting you close, specially when itâs only you and him.
âyouâre lying, Iâm holding you with a tenderness touchâ
âYouâre the one who do, I canât even get away from your hold, even in your sleepâ
âwhy would you go away from me?â He asked with fake confusion before continue with a smirk
âseem like you loved my hold last night when I took you on the kitchenâ
Getting a hit of shyness, you put your hand on his mouth to shut him out âshut up, stop being that wildâ
ârain, rain, rain, you canât fake itâ he sings softly
â you just up from bed and itâs the first thing that it came on your mind?â smile slightly at his behaviour
âwhat else could I think of? I keep having your taste on my tongueâ tease you, how he loves make you that flustered, too much for him
he nuzzled his face on your soft neck and letting some kisses there and there.
âfuck. I could spend my days like that, never get enoughâ
ânot me, go awayâ tease him slightly, but at your surprise, he knows how to play this game too
â what? Okay now Iâm really upsetâ stand up from bed, missing already his touch âgonna see bam, he will take my affectionâ
âWait, what? No okay come back, Iâm kiddingâ hug his waist by behind as nuzzling your face on his neck âfinally, I want your touch, I missed itâ
â..why are you so cute?..â As taking your hands, wrapping them around his neck as being in front of you, he cuddles you, laying down on the bed. Shower your throat and bare chest with light kisses
âI love you, I love you, how are you mine?â
you could ask the same question, is he serious? He has the entire world into him and he asking you that?
âI love you too baby, I missed you so much, feeling lonely without you, or maybe because I am?â
He laughed at your soft behaviour, at those moments, he just want to stop time and and being with you, being with people he loves without being away from them. He know that almost, he will not be apart to see you for two years, why do they make him apart of you when itâs the time where youâre supposed to spend a lot of time together?
âI missed you too, so much that I could cry if I still think about thatâ he say softly
âplease donât, donât want to see your teary eyes or I will cry tooâ
â weâre a good match of sensitiveâ
You both do a high five as an accomplishment
âDonât you find itâs like the wassup thingâ you say lightly like if you found out a new thing
â yeahhâ he told it in a playful tone
âwe should do what we used to do before we dateâ
âbro itâs been too long since, I thought we replaced it by kissesâ you remember when you both were into that comfy friendship, three years ago. You both were best friends before dating, but with his career going on, it was hard to keep seeing each other, maybe it didnât changed that much now too. Jungkook always told you during your friendship that he didnât have the time to date, seem like he was right, but your both feelings are strong enough to handle the separation, and he make it easier by his face call, messages and his huge affection when heâs back. Dating Jeon Jungkook is hard, but he make it easier, for you
âJust a reminder, we already did all the couple stuff last night babyâ he whispers it in your ear as taking your hand
âwhy are you such a menace? Aish, you canât stay still for one second?â
âI told you that I was hard to handle, itâs difficult to date Jeon Jungkookâ he say as putting a peck on your lips, putting your sitting body close to him by your tights
âletâs go, leshugooâ
As getting ready to do the wassup check, you both put a distance between your hands. Before your both hands get slapped together, You dodge his hand like a feint. His hand was held there, only tapping the air. You faked it. He looked at you with confusion in his starry eyes before his lips forming a pout. You burst out laughing.
âyou laughing? You seem that confident, huh?â You couldnât stop laughing
âsorry, I couldnât contain myself of doing it, you were so ready and I-â before you couldnât continue, he kisses your lips half roughy but soft at the same time.
â I will take my revengeâ he tell you with a smirk on his face
As hugging his shoulders, you keep giggling softly
âyouâre the one who were so wild with me at first, need to teach you a lessonâ
âbut I was just playing with youâ he whines softly as looking at you
âme too, I couldnât stop laughing about it by the wayâ you smiled
âno, you made fun of meâ he pout again, canât contain a smirk going.
âso you shouldnât be all lovey with me at the firstâ
âlet me love my girlfriend in peaceâ âyou already loved her enough last nightâ
Now itâs his turn to laugh, seem like you became wild like him. Such a menace.
âI will give you back what you just did, will see who will laugh this timeâ
With him, you can be ready to anything because obviously, he plays hard when he plays, and not only in sex.
You put a soft peck on his lips, and again, until you say âwhy not forget that? As besties, we shouldnât fight, huh?
âbesties, huh?â He say playfully as playing with your hair âI would gladly do but I need something in return, something that only you can give me, only from you I acceptâ
âsomething from me? Whatâs it? â look at him with envy eyes. You want him so fucking bad.
â let me show you and I might forgive you about what you did to meâ he say playfully, caressing softly your tights, hands directly in your bare ass as putting kisses in your neck. There we go again
âwhat happened to the âwassup broâ codedâ you tell him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
âfew kisses wonât ruin our friendship, babyâ
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a/n : why does it look so bad??đ Iâm reflecting myself about posting it. Hope that itâs just my eyes and you will love it. Love yaaađ
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NSFW ALPHABETâź Trevante Rhodes.
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A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
One thing about him is he gonna check on his baby đ He knows he can get rough at times when he has more stress pent up and most of the time you welcomed it, but he would hate if he hurt you after the fact.
âIt wasnât too much, right?â He would ask after wiping you down and laying next to you, pulling your body close to his. You simply nod, unable to say a word as you slowly drifted off to a peaceful slumber, ignoring the thumping between your legs.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
He LOVES your thighs. There wasnât a moment his hands werenât on them when youâre close to him. Heâd grip them, squeeze the thickness of them before trailing his hands up to your hip dips and over to your ass, giving it a smack that had you yelping and softly pushing at him as a warning. He smirks with no intimidation put into him, leaning down and kissing your lips.
When it came to him, his favorite body part had to be his hands. You loved them, therefore he did too. They were big, big enough to cover the whole front of your throat when fucking you into your mattress, veins protruding from his soft skin as he softly squeezes the sides of your neck. Your own hands came up to lay on top of his, softly caressing as you came.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Inside. Point blank period. If it wasnât for your birth control, youâd be six children and one on the way locked in with the man, and heâd be proud of it. If you were sucking him off, heâd ask you to stand and bend over quickly just before he cums, shoving himself deep inside your wet warmth and filling you up to the brim with his seed, leaving you leaking with nut that didnât make it inside you dripping down your thigh. Heâd take his finger and wipe it up after he pulls out, sliding two digits into you after to make sure you were good and stuffed.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He wants you to sit on his face so, so, so BAD. You were a thicker girl so you were scared to, always shoving him away and laughing his dirty jokes off when he was dead serious about you riding his tongue. Secretly, that was the main things he thought about when he jerks off. He thinks about you fucking his mouth till you physically couldnât cum anymore, thighs shaking on either side of his head with your pussy on full display for him to indulge in again, even long after you say you couldnât go any longer.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
Letâs be real, Trevante has been around the block. A few times actually! He wasnât a whore per se, but he liked sex like any other adult human being. He knew his way around some pussy, especially yours. He knew that kisses on your neck is what really turned you on, he knew the way your clit jumps every time he says your name in a rough tone, he knows how much you cream in reverse cowgirl, and he knew the only way to make you squirt was to press down on your stomach and rub your clit while fucking you at the same time.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Reverse cowgirl, you bent alll the way over so he could see how well you wrap around his dick. Who dont wanna see a fat ass jiggle in their face? He definitely does. Trevante loved your thighs, but he was also a proud ass man.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Serious, but he does not hesitate to crack an evil pearly white smile when you start tapping out wether that would be while he fingers you, eats you out, fucks you, or shoves his dick down your throat. He found pride in being able to push you to a limit because he knew no other was even close to doing it, and if they were, heâd beat that record with ease.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He likes his trimmed. The only time he has went bare was when he was younger, back then he liked a completely clean shave, even when it came to his women, but these days he just trims and goes on about his day and now it didnât matter for his women. He was gonna feast regardless.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He isnât romeo, but he knows what makes you swoon. Heâs never one to forget a special occasion, and if he feeling spiffy then heâs gonna make some shit up just to love you up a little more than what he does on a regular basis.
J = Jack off (masturbation)
You travel for work, so often times heâs alone for an extended amount of time. Some might think he just be stroking it back to back, but he actually likes to save it all for you. If he does touch himself, heâs definitely not cumming. Heâd edge himself for hours just to get the sense of cumming and that alone would hold him off just until you got home. Thatâs when heâd go absolutely feral for you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Long before you two made it official you could see he had a thing for degrading. In college you two would hang out, youâd help him study and keep his grades up so he could stay on the track team and heâdâŠwell nothing, there was no exchange for you other than having someone to laugh at. It wasnât until he kept calling you stupid one study session where all horny hell broke loose. Yall fucked like rabbits any and everywhere on that campus. You had officially been his nasty bitch.
Oh and like i said before, thighs. Sometimes he didnât even need the pussy. All he did was beg you to pull your pants off so he could fuck your thighs, and youâd happily oblige. he slid his thick dick between your legs, you allowing the fat on your thighs and the softness of your cotton panties mold around his dick as he thrusts, only getting faster when he feels himself slipping into sweet euphoria.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
His apartment had floor to ceiling windows so you already know you were getting fucked above hundreds of passing cars. He didnt care and the reflection of you two only added to the satisfaction of the thought that someone could be watching him claim your body. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât cum thinking about that too.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Watching you walk around the house with them tight ass shorts you like to wear or (un)surprisingly enough, that moomoo you wear after braiding your hair back and putting it in a bonnet to protect it for your hair appointment the next day. You couldnât count how many times he has shoved that gown up your waist, snatched that bonnet off or pushed the crotch of your shorts to the side. Honestly, anything showing you in a natural state wether itâd be you in a moomoo or you comfortable with being half naked, it was an instant boner alert.
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
Heâd try anything once for you, but pegging is an instant no-no. Not that he has some type of weird thought behind it, he just wouldnât think heâd rock with it like other niggas. Plus, he wasnât that type of submissive, if he was gonna put you in a dominant position, itâd involve him with still some kind of control(until you take that too of course).
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He does it all baby. He knows you like to watch him eat your pussy with his grillz in, and he loves the way you take dick down your throat with ease. When I said he knew his way around some pussy, I wasnât kidding. He utilized that long tongue and used eating pussy as a jaw work out that he thoroughly enjoyed. In all reality, he didnât care if he was on the receiving end or not, he was having his fun anyway.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Again, he does it all baby. Say you want it slow and heâs making love to you, swirling his hips in ways that had his length reaching places that you had no idea were there. Tell him you wanna be fucked like a slut and heâs knocking the mario coins out that ass. Sometimes all it took was a simple look for him to understand exactly how you wanted it and you loved that about him.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Heâd rather have time with you to really enjoy the sex but heâs definitely not turning down no quickie regardless. His boo want some dick real quick? Heâs there, in there like swimwear.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Like I said, Heâd try anything at least once. The day you two tried bondage was probably the nastiest heâs ever been and the time you used a vibrator to tease him? He had never came so much.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Two rounds consecutively, give him a water break and heâs back in it like he never left. Sometimes he didnât even need water and just wanted to get you ready for the next round. Usually in total he likes three rounds, but he will go further if you can take it.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesnât have any of his own. Not that he was against it, he just didnât need any to get off, and if he were to use one it was most likely on you until you initiated something else.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Sex didnât come without teasing with him. He did it well before he was even doing anything sexual, sometimes on accident. Like when heâd grip your thigh but accidentally go way too far up, his hand grazing your clothed warmth with every tight squeeze of his fingers.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Heâs a grunter. A sigher. Sometimes even a whimperer when itâs been some time since heâs been with you. He makes sure you can hear how you make him feel and he makes sure you make enough noise to tell him heâs doing well too.
W = Wild card
Idk what to put here chile. We have established that nigga is a supaaa freak.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
Lord have mercy. It was no secret that he was an adonis of a man. He takes care of his entire body and believes it is a temple. So if heâs clean on the outside, then he will be clean on the inside too. When it comes to the size of that hammer? You thought he was gonna rip you apart the first time you two had sex. He was slightly above average but his thickness was what really did it for you. Every time you two have sex, you canât believe all of it actually fits inside.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Oh heâs a true yearner, but he keeps it under wraps. Not saying heâs nonchalant cause thatâs definitely not the case, maybe back then, but definitely not now. He gonna let his baby know he misses her, but he ainât gonna let her know how heâs fucking his hand thinking about her while sheâs gone, or how he sleeps with her pillow cause it still smells like her hair oil, or how he has a specific mode on his phone that changes his background to his favorite picture of you two. Yeah, that man be down bad for his boo.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He likes to talk to his girl first, asking her what she liked about what he did to her, what he should do next time, etc. Then heâll pull you close after all your rambling and fall asleep with you.
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ps. who should i do next??
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